Volcanic Sphere

I couldn't convince myself with the conversation.

He was also unable to overcome himself with logic.

Until now, I have never broken the situation with a conversation. It didn't exist in Dam Ho's life because of such a lazy situation.

He always risked his life and crossed the line believing in only two fists. I've lived my whole life like that.

The same was true now.

After blowing away the winning streaks that blocked the front of the attack, Damho stepped toward the Southern Archer.

The face of the winning victories, which allowed for unexpected strikes, had a formidable hue. Luckily, you didn't get hurt, but the fact that you were struck by someone embarrassed them.

But that too, within a moment, was the rage on their faces.

“How dare you!”

“You attacked the Sweepstakes. This is a challenge to sound. ”

They hurried up and blocked the wall. Unlike what had happened in defenseless conditions, this time it was tightly lifted.

“Stop!”

“Mine!”

It was the moment when they shed their voices in old age.

Huung!

Suddenly the wind blew.

From the outside inwards.

From where they are, to where there is a wall.

The wind did not simply blow in the direction in which the crews were. Everyone gathered at the mountain gate felt the wind.

The whirlwind was blowing towards the wall behind their backs. No, I was sucking on the damho.

“No?”

“What does this mean? ”

But the shock of the face-to-face draws was greater than their shock. Their sense of pressure and the intensity of the wind was several times that of the soldiers.

Damho was still walking towards them. And the wind was coming towards him.

No, he was drawing wind and air.

The black hair of the dam-ho and the black pavement were roughing in the wind. He didn't look like a human being.

“Ugh!”

“Amitabul!”

The winning streaks retreated behind the dance without even knowing it.

It was a tournament of lifelong training at a giant doorfield called Thorim. Their innocence was truly great, as those who trained in the Holy Place of Immortality. But they never fought a dark unmanned man to live like a damsel.

A disgusting Phoeberin digs into my nose. His sense of numbness whitened his brain.

“If you want to die, keep it up. ”

A giant animal reveals its molars.

A dreadful net of life that I have never experienced before overwhelmed the draws.

With the nerve endings on, it felt like so many ants were digging through the systemic blood vessels, it was so horrible that anyone who could not experience it could not even imagine.

It was only then that the Sweepstakes desperately realized why people called Damhoe, a disciple of the famous volcanic faction, the Kwon Ma.

The wall in their eyes was not human.

It has a human image, but it was something other than human.

Damho pushed his right foot.

Kung!

Then I dragged my left foot closer.

Glug!

The stride of the stagger shook the heart of the draw.

They had to make a decision.

Fight the Wall like this, or back off.

My heart told me to fight, but my body was not listening.

That drama!

Their bodies were being dragged a little toward the wall. It wasn't the wind that blew from behind my back. It was because of the tangent ( Qi) that occurred in the body of the dam-ho.

I dragged the inner ball up against it, but it was of no use. Their bodies continued to be drawn towards the wall.

They were intuitive.

It means that only death is dragged like a cow to the slaughterhouse.

Darkness descended on their faces.

“What are the Muslim Blades doing? Quickly, without stopping the horsepower. ”

Namcheon gave the order in a hurry. In response, the Mulim Blade's unarmed men rushed toward the wall in unison.

“Stop!”

“How dare you try to count the soldiers of the Mourim League. ”

It was then.

Chung 'ang!

The seamen who have kept silence until now have drawn out their swords in unison.

“No one can go to the Great Council. ”

“I will not tolerate our seamen. ”

Only twenty men remained, but their sharp posture overwhelmed the army.

There was a moonlight at the forefront of it.

Her drawn sword evokes the legendary sword.

The soldiers recognized her.

“Why are you? ”

“We, the Sea Nam Pha, support the Kwon Ma Dam Co-op. ”

The words of Thao Soo Moon, a member of the Gumoo Dragon, caused enormous repercussions. It was never easy for the whole of the Hannam faction to support the wall, not the individual of the month.

“Did the Nam Pa have a hand with the Kwon Horse? ”

“The seaweed betrayed the lieutenant. ”

But it wasn't enough to turn the tide upside down with the seaweed and the seaweed. When some of them incited him, the soldiers again shook.

It was then.

Bang!

“Khh!”

The one who was hiding and inciting in the herd suddenly fell with a scream. And someone suddenly appeared in his place where he fell.

The presence of young unaccompanied persons carrying their backs has brought people together.

“Seconds, seconds, seconds. ”

“Choon Dragon?”

The soldiers recognized the identity of the young unmanned.

He was the supernova of the Zungyun Dragon.

He was accompanied by a boy who had not yet gone to Atti.

Tears troubled me in the eyes of the advancement of seeing the dampho.

“Brother!”

Damho wasn't even paying attention to himself, but it didn't matter. Just the fact that I met him again was impressive.

An unauthorized man near the supernova asked.

“Cho Hwang, are you going to side with the Kwon Horse, too? ”

Everyone's gaze was gathered to the supernova.

The answer was simple.

“Absolutely.”

“I can't believe it! ”

“I'm disappointed, Cho Huong. Why would a prestigious stranger like you take the side of a monster like that? ”

The condemnation of the soldiers was poured on the supernova.

At that moment, the supernova unravels its top without a word. Then the scarred torso was revealed under 10,000 feet.

“Umm!”

“Ah!”

In that horrible appearance, people uttered their voices without even knowing themselves.

He walked up one side of his trousers as he was exhausted. Then I saw a pair of iron feet.

I lost what people had to say to him.

The wound of the supernova was telling the history of him and the centurion.

Three years ago, Baek specialized in the fight against paganism until the last one. At that time, the bridge of the supernova was also severed, and it reached just before the dead.

At that time, the willpower shown by the supernova made the hearts of countless people beat and remained the legend of Kangho. And there was no one here who didn't know the legend of the supernova.

The last survivor of a white specialist.

At that moment, the supernova took out a large flag and spread it out.

Pearl!

The moment I saw a huge flag full of tears and energy marks, people held their breath in unison.

It was so broken that the original form could not be recognized, but people recognized the identity of the flag.

“Aah!”

“Hundred…… the previous period? ”

As soon as I saw the white specialist symbol that Kang Ho Dong-do had given me, many people stopped sitting there.

It was as if it had turned out to be a mop, but it was rather an unknown touch to many.

Bang!

At that moment, the supernova plugged the battlefield into the ground.

“Bokma is my friend. Whatever he does, I trust him. ”

Ooooooooo!

His lion echoes at the doorstep.

Sending someone blind faith.

It was never easy to put all of his faith on the line.

The supernova was shouting that he believed in war.

― He's my only friend.

His cries dug out people's breasts.

The soldiers, who seemed to be rushing to Damho, danced.

When this happened, the embarrassment was Mount Namcheon, a Muslim blind man. It seemed like a lie to me that the Mulimblings stopped in the guise of a supernova without listening to him.

It was not only Silk Namcheon that was embarrassed by the unexpected situation. Gwangcheon, the director of Sorim, also said he didn't know what to do for a while.

At that time, he was the beneficial owner of Guangmun.

“Death penalty, you must not go beyond what the author says. Once you've conquered the Pistol, you'll have to ask for the sin of making a fuss. ”

Even at that moment, the unarmed were being drawn to the wall. Their faces were white with no blood.

They were all disciples of the Great Gate. In the face of the crisis of the disciples, the gates were closed, of course, and even the head was lost.

For Gwangcheon, who cannot make a decision easily, it was time for Gwangcheon to gather again.

“Amitabul! Goodbye! ”

Suddenly, a young monk got involved.

“A thousand?”

“Why are you? ”

The young monk was the hope of Thorim. An unexpected word came out of his mouth.

“There must be a reason why the Great Barracks are doing this. I want you to watch for a moment. ”

“Umm!”

“How did you get there? ”

Socheon was not just a disciple.

It was the hope of Thorim, and the next director was a prominent writer. That was why his remarks were forced to weigh differently.

Guangcheon asked.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, I believe in early childhood. ”

“Umm!”

Socheon believed in supernova.

Did he say yes to the fight? Socheon was like him. I fought with all my might, so I knew who he was.

I was sincere about the supernova that I showed him. Such a supernova was a believer who risked everything. Then it was the thought of a few that he should also send faith to him.

When Socheon comes out, the gate of the wilderness is blocked.

Then Guangcheon made a decision.

“The former disciples of Sorim said, 'Stay away from this. ”

“Amitabul!”

After his death, the monks retreated in unison with the captain.

At that moment, the fuselage that was going to process the winning streaks disappeared. The victories of the victory regained their freedom, retreating heavily. Their dorsal trunk was then wet with cold sweat.

Even though the dam passed by them, they could not do anything. They were looking as if they had a nightmare.

“Oh, my God! ”

The face of the Southern Archer, who lost sympathizers in an instant, was wretched. Only a few of the foreigners from the South Palace had to be said to be left by him.

Their helplessness was so powerful that they usually thought firmly. But right now, I feel so humiliated.

As if they were reeds swept away by a storm, they were shaking.

Damho approached the Southern Archer one day.

His sense of pressure and life tied him to the Southern Archer.

“What am I doing wrong? Kwon Ma.”

“You're asking because you don't know? ”

“I really don't know. All I've ever done is devote my whole life to Gandhi and Murimblin. Even if you make a small mistake in the process, it is not a big mistake to be persecuted like this. ”

Bloodfoot stumbled in the eyes of the Southern Archer.

He took pride in himself. I believed that. That's why I was able to win.

The Southern Archer looks like she's going to eat the wall. If he could kill a man with his own eyes, the wall would have already been broken into thousands of pieces in his eyes.

Even then, the Southern Archer was confident that he could unravel the twisted kingdom with his glamorous tales.

Maintaining peace of mind in any situation was the foundation of the book, and the Southern Archery prided itself on being an excellent bookseller. But his pride was shattered the next moment.

Bang!

“Khh!”

I felt extreme pain in my abdomen when I first experienced it in my life. He saw the fist of a wall in his abdomen in his eyes.

“You'll remember it from now on. ”

The moment the indifferent voice of Damho was heard before his ear, the trousers of the Southern Archer were soaking wet.