Volcanic Sphere

The wall and the cloth of sword looked at the landscape flowing on the boat. They were not all very talkative, so the silence lasted for a while.

After a long time, it was the sword cloth that opened its mouth first.

“Windmills?”

“Dead.”

“Did that happen? What did you want?”

“ ……. ”

“I see you found it. ”

The sword cloth looks straight at the wall.

It was an eye for answers.

It was also the sword cloth that brought me here to save the Dang Gong Moon. However, he did not see the end of the short-term because he was fighting the Ten Soldiers.

Damho thought he deserved an answer from the sword cloth.

“It was the home of the Angel Society. ”

“Did you? ”

Damho talked about everything he heard from Daejeong-wool.

The apostle killed the descendants of the archangel, the twin drownings painted on the wall, and even the mysterious Plum Examiner who attacked himself. He said it without missing a word.

Damho spoke boldly, and the sword cloth heard without a word.

The story as it is, not more, not less, is finally over.

Sword cloth closed his eyes.

Numerous meditations passed like a candlestick. It was an angel that I had been tracking for so many years. They were like a water mist. Obviously it exists, but it can't be caught, and when the sun rises in the morning, it disappears without a trace.

So that at some point he thought that he was obsessed with an imagination that didn't exist.

He painted. But there was something missing in his painting. So it did not become a painting, and it remained a meaningless graffiti. However, I was filling in the part where the story of the Wall was missing.

But I still had something to check.

“Did Windmill tell you to be careful with the escalation? ”

“Yes!”

“Iron Blood Free Transfer, Deposit, Solicitor General……. Is that how it goes? ”

“ ……. ”

Damho no longer spoke. Instead, I looked at the sword cloth.

The vision of the sword cloth continued endlessly, and a large painting was being completed in his head.

The sword cloth opened his eyes after a long time. His eyes were shining with conviction.

He looked at the wall. Damho had been looking at the sword cloth without saying a word for a long time. The gaze of Damho was seeking answers.

The sword cloth was obliged to answer him.

“Priests were old friends before they were the absolute masters of the Old Testament. They've been together for so many years, and they've always been together. They were particularly skeptical, so they couldn't just look at injustice and move on. Then they found the last church of Angelism. Of course I just couldn't get over it. They were very old-fashioned and uncompromising. ”

“ ……. ”

“In the end, they exterminated the last church of Angelism. And it must have been a long time. In the process, some would have felt a meeting about what they had done, and others would have felt regret. The Festival of Windmills will be the former, and the transfer of the Iron Blood Mushroom will be the latter. ”

“So the transfer unveiled the seal of the Apostolic Book? ”

“That's probably the best way to think about it right now. ”

Damho frowns a little.

“I don't know what the golden book of Angelism is, but it must be great enough to stimulate the hidden desires of Escalation. Enough to put a rhinoceros on the back of old friends.... ”

“What about the angel we now know? ”

“Do you remember the High Jubilee that you killed in Yeonghua? ”

“ ……. ”

“He was an unaccompanied soldier in the First World War. ”

At this moment, the brow of the wall twitched. It's because something assumed. Seeing that, the sword cloth nodded.

“You were right. Those who led the conscripts at the time were apostles, among others, the transfer of iron blood. ”

“ ……. ”

“Strange match, isn't it? Escalation took away the golden scroll of the Angel Church, and Goju Moon, who had participated in the association that he led, became a teacher of the Angel Church. ”

“What about Angelism? ”

“You must be the heir to the Corps.”

“Were there any unarmed volcanoes in the army? ”

The sword cloth was momentarily submerged in thought upon the question of Damho.

Although not born at the time, it was a censorship cloth that had been gathering a lot of information while tracking down angels. I didn't know everything, but I knew about the bold characters.

“In the volcano, several masters, including the archer, participated. ”

“The archer?”

Damhoe Najic muttered.

At that time, the Volcano's greatest master was the Heavenly Archer, and the Great Master was the Archer. And the architect was the master of the present truth.

If he was a paladin, he would be a master of the same allocation as an astronaut.

The eyes of Damho became deeper. The eyes of the sword cloth were the same.

They were never bad people with heads. Rather, he had a brain that was superior to the average person. Above all, I was sharing a stubbornness that I would never give up.

Their conclusion was one.

I don't know for what reason, but the troops who participated in the Political War were betrayed following the escalation. And I set up an angel society.

Sword cloth heads out.

“That's the worst.”

I was about to sigh.

He looked at the wall. Damho's eyes sank deeper than ever.

The moment I saw his face, I felt the unknown power of the sword cloth.

"Vodka."

I already knew that Damho was strong. So I thought I could be my competitor. Indeed, Damho had that ability.

Half of the Seven Horsemen died in his hands. Although the world was a surprising achievement, the sword cloth could do the same.

The brain rectification he received was capable of that kind of destructive force. In fact, he showed off his superior defenses against the Ten, including Cheung Cheung Evil.

However, dealing with the Thirteenth Tribe, the successor to the full-length sword, among other things, was different.

To be honest, he couldn't be confident of winning against the Cheonan. However, the man in front of his eyes triumphed over the strongest unmanned man, Gyeonggi-do.

I was forced to admit it now.

A man named Damhoe was much more powerful than he thought. Maybe more than yourself…….

The gaze of the sword cloth also deepened like a wall.

‘He stands on the other side of the destiny of this sword cloth. He is my companion, the enemy of destiny. In the end, he and I will be the only ones standing at the end of the line. ’

The Sword Cloth gripped his fist without even knowing it. Your fingernails dig through the palms of your hands so that blood flows. But he loosened his fist.

Damho is a disciple of the famous volcanic faction, himself a servant of the Devil's religion. If all the silver sources of Kangho are eliminated, they will inevitably stick together, but now was not the time to confront him.

The Sword Cloth's eyes softened.

“For some reason, I don't know what escalation is about, inheriting the Angel Church, and avoiding the conflicts between the Madonnas and the Great Lakes. But if you look at them like this, Gandhi and Protestants will be devastated. ”

“ ……. ”

“Damho.”

“Tell me!”

“I'll make you a formal offer. Cooperate for a while.”

“Didn't you say you'd solve it yourself before? ”

“I was arrogant. I'm sorry.”

Sword Cheon apologized. But he was not humbled. Damho looked at the sword cloth like that.

‘He who has the right and the power to go through difficulties. ’

The sword cloth he saw was a pawn.

He might inevitably have to face it one day, but he needed his cooperation now.

Damho nods.

“Thank you, my friend. ”

The sword cloth reaches out, and the wall holds his hand.

Voodoo and indifference…….

It was a historic moment when the men who would later become legends of Ganho and Mado held hands for the first time.

* * *

“Huff!”

Suddenly, the Southern Archer spurts the bed. Then his whole body was soaked in sweat.

“Military, what's going on? ”

The escort warrior, who was standing outside, rushed to the door. Then the Southern Archer shook his hand.

“Nothing. I just had a nightmare for a while. ”

“Nightmare?”

“The energy is wasteful these days. You don't have to care, so back off. ”

“Yes!”

In the words of the Southern Archer, the escort bows and retreats. Shortly after he left, the south window widened. Cold air pushed him and cooled his lungs.

I was a little clearer then.

Like most nightmares, I didn't even remember what my dream was. But one thing was certain. He was suffering enormously from the unseen end of his dream. And he who afflicted him was a familiar figure.

“I can't do it, can't I? Are you still dreaming? ”

The Southern Archer grinds her teeth.

I couldn't shake my teeth anymore, so my heart would be pounding.

If there was only one flaw in his life running along the coal road, it was the wall. I felt like I would only live if he disappeared from the world.

“Surely..... I will not kill you by my hand. ”

The Southern Archery had to be cooled by the cold wind.

It was a long time after he regained his peace.

“Phew!”

Suddenly, as I turned around, I heard the voice of the escort outside.

“Military.”

“What's going on? ”

“You are a blind man's call. ”

“At this hour? ”

“You come as a blind man. ”

“I see. I'll do my chores, so wait a minute. ”

“Got it.”

The Southern Archer hurriedly changed his clothes and went out. As he moved forward, he looked suspicious.

It was early in the morning. At this time, there was never a single time when the blind Namcheon summoned him.

What's going on? ’

Namcheon Mountain usually made him very difficult.

A great unmanned man called Shinchang, but rarely based on the Mourim Blind. Because of this, he had no choice but to wield the title of Blind Blind of Mourim to the Blind, to the Southern Archery of the Military, and to the Blind of Mourim who took over the Cerebral Division.

Namcheon Mountain was extremely reluctant to confront Namcheon Namcheon and Chang Namcheon in person. Because I wanted to defend myself as much as I wanted to defend my Scarecrow blind pride.

Knowing that tendency of Namcheon Mountain, the question of the Southern Palace had to grow.

I finally reached the blind spot through a few gateways. Then the unmanned man who was standing on the bun shouted in a loud voice.

“Blind Lord, the military has arrived. ”

“Go inside. ”

“Yes!”

The Southern Archer opens the door and steps inside before the unmanned answer is finished. That was a stubborn look.

“Military, welcome. ”

“Blind Lord. Did you find anything fishy at this hour? ”

The Southern Archery sets a little day towards Namcheon Mountain, which welcomes him. Needless to say, it was a southern palace that felt overwhelmed by nightmares. I was forced to sharpen my natural voice.

However, Namcheon made a relaxing smile, as if he were familiar with it.

The first few years were hard for him to live within his blindness. The scarecrow, apparently, is treated with extreme care, but is actually powerless. But for Kang Ho's sake, I held back again. Then, I suffered so much that I had a saree in my body, but now I'm used to it that it's easier to persevere.

In addition, those who followed him blindly became less patient. At first there was no foundation in blindness, but now his foundation has grown to make my voice heard. So even at this early hour, you can call the military at will.

“I wanted to give the military the good news. ”

“Good news? What is that?”

“A dead man from the battlefield came to help us. ”

The voice of Namcheon Mountain was slightly raised to make me feel better. On the contrary, the mood of the Southern Palace sank slightly.

Because if the deceased of the battlefield helps, the power of blindness will increase. It was not very nice for the Southern Archery and the Cerebrae. But the Southern Archer smiled forcefully because she couldn't make tea.

“That's good. Who is he?”

“Better see for yourself than I say. ”

Namcheon Mountain smiled and pointed to one side of the room. Then someone slowly walks out of the darkness.

He was now an old man who appeared to be in his late sixties on a six-chuck ornament. Even in the shadows, his eyes were shining like a blind eye. The majestic step resembles a tiger, and the body is in a state of bloom to process.

The Southern Archery was slightly overwhelmed by the age of the elderly and had a frightening look on its face. He smiled with a smile that he thought he would.

“Greetings, soldier. This is the Great Canyon of Hongyeong-cheon, King of Cheonan. ”

“Thousand…… Thief King? ”

The eyes of the Southern Archer shake.

It was a name that anyone who lived in this era would have heard of once.

Hwang Kyungcheon, King of Cheondo.

who lived in the same era as the Apostle, and was a member of the Solidarity Party during the First World War. But since he was mysteriously missing, he was an unarmed man who knew everyone was dead.

“Jeong...... Are you the enemy of the Horse King? ”

The voice of the Southern Archer trembled.