Volcanic Sphere

The Progressive Brotherhood burned the Southern Palace brother to his word. And he climbed into the black ear.

Purr!

The black ear did not try to move with a roughened nostril. It's because the dam-ho didn't burn.

Black ears were also feeling alive. The owner refuses to move because he has entered the living sea.

The progress whispered softly, touching the neck of the black ear.

“I'll be back. You must!”

His voice was sincere.

Dam Ho told him to leave Anhwang, but Jingyeo had no intention of doing so. I was going to find a way to help Damho once I sheltered the Southern Archer brothers in a safe place.

We didn't have to fight together to help.

Even outside the siege, there must be a way to help Damho. What progress had to do was find a way.

As if I had heard the words of the progress of the dust, the black ears stopped thundering. Then the advancement looked at the Southern Palace brothers.

“You must not lag behind. You must follow me. ”

“Yes!”

Jingprogress bites his lips with all his might.

I couldn't be a burden to Damho. It will be a great burden on Damho as soon as he becomes a prisoner and will also catch his ankle. That's why I'm leaving here. I couldn't help you because I couldn't give you any time constraints.

The progress of the war stared at the South Bow.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

The Southern Archery, who grabbed the Horse Hip, nods with all her might. Even in his face, the light of tension was potent. In front of him, the Southern Archangel was sitting on a horse.

‘No matter what I do, I must protect my soul. ’

The little head of Nam Young-hwa contained all of the martial arts of Nam Young-hwa.

It was then.

“Coming!”

The advances hit the side of the black ear. Immediately, a black ear became a black flashlight, splattering out of the ship. The Southern Archery rushed behind him.

Two horses sprung ashore through the broken player at an alarming rate. And in an instant it disappeared from people's sights.

The skin came to me.

It was because I live in a widespread society.

There are limits to human life. Occasionally there are those who have a dark life of poison, but there are limits to the way they live. But there was no limit to living now.

It was not the life of a single individual. It was a life of hundreds and thousands of people firing at once. It meant that such a person was aiming for the wall.

There was an open network of living creatures. Their lives were concentrated on one damho.

It was an open network aimed solely at one damho.

This was the first time that such a powerful protagonist (v. ) Cheonajimang (㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸 㕸\

During that powerful lifetime, the dorsal bone cooled and the muscles stiffened. If it had been a dizzy UAV, it would not have even breathed properly into the life that dominated the battalion. However, Damho stepped into the depths of the sky without expressing a single look.

In his movements, the net of life drifted.

Damho's gaze turned to one place. At least it felt the least liveable.

It felt like the enemy had deliberately opened the way.

“Do you want to come there? ”

Darkness arose in the eyes of Damhoe.

Although it appears to be the weakest, it is in fact the most dangerous place where all power is concentrated.

Saro (dead).

Only death exists.

Damho took a step towards it.

His monogamy is only a forgery made for advancement.

Avoid being hard in the future, and when you go back to being dangerous, the meaning of existence disappears.

The birds also killed their breath, and the animals fled, striking the trumpet to live. All that's left is a terrible static.

Glug!

The poisonous sound of him turning off his left foot echoes loudly. His footprints are engraved like scars on the earth.

It was then.

Fuchem!

Suddenly, something explodes over the wall's head. After raising his head, the pouch he had left hanging in advance burst and the green powder poured out like a fog.

It was a dictatorship.

Push! Push!

Everything that touched the green flute melted.

Damho reversed the dictatorship from head to toe.

White smoke bloomed on the surface of the black packaging. It melts in the dictatorship. But the wall didn't blink a second.

I have experienced a real problem when dealing with the faction door in this sole proprietor's castle. Compared to the Faction Gate, this kind of monologue was like a kid's prank.

A dizzy poison can never penetrate the walls of the dark air. As he confronted the Faction Gate, his female spirit became even more resistant to poison.

Shh!

Here was the venom ambush.

The assassins who were hiding in the bush burst out without a sound and ambushed the wall.

Their hands were filled with poisonous daggers.

“Die! Piss off! ”

Their sword pierced the wall.

Immediately, the damho punches the floor as it is.

Kwaang!

The floor explodes as if a wall bomb had exploded, and rocks and dirt have become a weapon, splattering everywhere.

Furburbuck!

“Argh!”

“Ugh!”

The assassins who put out the poison sword toward the Damho grew old. Damho took a step without paying attention to the fallen assailants.

Peeing!

At that moment, an arrow came flying from somewhere.

The arrows were precisely aiming for the glabella of the wall. But Damho avoided the arrows by just shaking his head.

That was the beginning.

Wedges!

Numerous arrows have flown through the bush. Archers of Blood Mines shot arrows.

Assassins ambush on the ground, archers blow arrows at a distance. There seemed to be no more perfect passage under the sky.

“This place will be your tomb, Bokma! ”

“Die!”

The assassins shouted.

At that moment, there was a violent attack on the wall. It was a thermoscope.

Kuwu!

As if it were a typhoon, the tornado swallowed everything around it. Assassins who ambushed, arrows who flew like they would pierce everything, were swept away by the violent rain and shattered.

His arms fell, his flesh ripped out. Blood Bora was swept away by the violent rain, and screaming was a nuisance.

“Argh!”

“Argh!”

But even their screams were swallowed up by the violent rain and extinguished.

There were no more signs of life left in the five bungalows when the Wall finally lifted the violent rain. There was a spiral of tears on the floor, and a drop of flesh and blood appeared to have fallen on top of it.

“Oh, my God! ”

The archers of the bloody mines, who shot arrows at the wall from afar, looked at him and opened their mouths. Because I didn't know their attack would be blocked like this.

It was then.

“Coming.”

Someone suddenly shouted.

As I looked forward, the dam-ho was running towards exactly where they were.

‘What's so fast? ’

What kind of moron? ’

The scary sprint of damho splits into bushes, and the branches break and bounce off. A line was emerging in the middle of the forest as if it had been cut. The end of the line was precisely where the archers of the bloodstream were hiding.

“Damn it! Move. ”

“Get away from him! ”

The archers of the bloodstream are scattered. But less than half the way through the bushes, the damho roams before their eyes.

Bang!

“Khh!”

The first victim came out. The pectoral bone of the Damhoe bounced out in a single room.

“Khh!”

“Damn it!”

Archers changed bows realizing it was too late to avoid. It was a small bow less than half the size of the Archer used as the main weapon. It was the same little Horn Bow that the head of the bloodstream enjoyed.

They made their way to the crossbow with arrows. The distance between the dam and them is only four or five steps, trying to shoot an arrow in that short distance.

It didn't matter what the distance was. Their mastery and archery are powerful against enemies right in front of their noses.

Ping! Ping!

They shoot arrows at the wall. It was the arrow that blew right in front of my nose. It was weirder not to match the opponent. Moreover, they were masters of archery. They were archers who were able to close their eyes and achieve their goals even outside the hundreds of bows.

However, in this case, the opponent was not good.

The dam-ho calculated the direction of the arrowheads, the eyes of the archers, and the trajectory where the arrows would fly with only a breath and moved in an instant.

Shhh!

Numerous arrows crossed around his body. But none of those arrows left a proper wound on the wall.

One arrow baptism followed the other.

Quack, quack!

Dozens of archers bounced out, besieging the wall with great noise. The Horn Bow that I was holding was shattered and my neck snapped. I couldn't find what was going on in their faces with their tongues extended.

It's an immediate hit.

Damho raises his head and looks around. While more than a dozen people were dead, the rest of the archers hid themselves in the bushes. In that short moment, the horn was scattered.

But the Wall didn't care much about them. What he cared about was not the usual archers. It was an unknown archer who fired the first superlong-range shooter. In other words, we are looking for a high sulphur cloth, the head of the bloodstream.

His throat was itchy. It was proof that his gaze was fixed on him. But I couldn't find a trace of him anywhere.

He threw his baggage as bait and hid himself like a cloak. Even at this moment, he must be hiding somewhere and aiming for the wall. His arrows will fly as soon as he exposes a slight loophole.

I had one reason not to let go of the tension strap, but I thought the wall was irrelevant.

It was impossible to put a string of tension on the battlefield to save lives anyway. So far he has never given himself up, never slowed down.

This is the battlefield of Saint-Sartu where life comes and goes.

It was an environment familiar to Damho.

It was then.

“Vortex is over there. ”

“Kill him! ”

With a loud voice, numerous unarmed people appeared all over the bush. Those who cooperated with the pagan community were foreigners such as the Black Gate.

“He who kills the Kwon Horse will have the honor of being the first man in the world. ”

“Wow!”

A group of unarmed men shouted at someone's incitement and rushed toward the wall.

Like a butterfly running towards the fire, they gladly cast themselves into the flame of being the lowest.

I was a stranger who held hands with the devil for the Moon anyway. They only had a dark greed in their eyes, but there was no fear.

There was no greater desire for unmanned men than honor. Normally, I wouldn't be able to do it without my guts, but now it's different.

The elite and numerous moonshines of the pagan religion have been mobilized.

They were in a position to hunt, and Damho was in a position to be hunted calmly. This opportunity was hard to come again.

“Give me your neck, I beg you! ”

“The life of the Kwon horse is mine. Get out of the way!”

They have covered the wall like a seabed.

At that moment, the back of the wall was bent like a bow.

Kuwu!

The workforce to be processed has occurred.

Otherwise, the unbalanced man who ran into a terrifying climate suddenly came to Damho. Only then did I have the intuition that something was wrong.

“What is it?”

“Argh!”

At that moment, a wave exploded.

Kwaaang!

There was an explosion and dozens of unarmed men bounced around. They rolled on the floor without strength like a lifeless doll.

“What, what is it? ”

I was awake, as those who followed them turned the cold water upside down. The group's madness was broken by a single strike.

She opened her mouth as she watched them dance.

“No one gets out of here today. ”

Now they will know.

We know that the sheer mesh that we spread out to trap the dams can also be a net that traps them.