Volcanic Sphere

“Ugh!”

Yosaran sighs strangely. Her right shoulder was then stretched without force. The clavicle was crushed. As well, her right flank was torn apart as if it had been ripped off by a giant bird's claw.

A tremendous amount of blood was spilling between the blunt bones and the red flesh. If it was a little deeper, the heart would almost rupture.

At the time of the crisis, I was barely able to survive because I had done my best to defend myself. However, like hitting a rock with only one harvest rolled from the top of the mountain, the bones of the whole body play at their best, and the muscles rupture and the power does not enter.

It was all she could do to keep breathing without collapsing. Dozens of unarmed people were scattered around her in misery.

He was a martyr of mythology who had been drawn to the personnel of Damho.

Their bones were protruding through the skin, and their limbs were bent in a bizarre direction, and their appearance was horrible enough to be seen in the dream.

Fortunately, other unarmed men who had escaped power and saved their lives were watching as they died.

“Whoo!”

Yosaran threw up his suppressed breath. Then I saw a wall standing alone in her sights.

The appearance of Damho seemed more disastrous than the mythical warriors who fell on the ground. Black hair, like black hair, was covered in red blood, and the whole body was covered with large and small wounds. Broken, broken, ruptured, all the wounds that man could experience were in his body.

It was unbelievable that he was still alive with such wounds. If you were a normal person, you wouldn't even be able to breathe, and you wouldn't be able to feel the fierce eyes and readings of the wall.

There remained more survivors than dead. But no one came to Damho.

They were proud that poison and wickedness would not be pursued by anyone, but they would be overwhelmed by the appearance of a stronger wall.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

He didn't have a network.

How can we target an opponent who has no use for volume aggression and can't stop an absolute master?

The Unbelievers of the Mythical War saw despair from the Damho.

It has created a huge wall of despair that can never collapse in any way.

“Ugh!”

Suddenly, Yosaran vomited blood and knelt down. Her face was then more tired of white than white.

She did her best.

I dragged up to a drop of inner air and opened the strongest aperture. Nevertheless, I couldn't break the wall. After a long time of vomiting blood, she barely raises her head and looks at the wall.

“Why... didn't you kill him? ”

She knew.

I knew Damho could afford it.

If he had put in a little more manoeuvre, she would have already suffocated. She is still alive because Damho has a situation in her hands.

When Damho did not answer, she asked again.

“Are you sympathetic?”

“I just paid off my debt. ”

“Debt?”

“The debt that saved my brother. ”

“My brother.”

“Ecliptic Spirit.”

“Ah!”

Then Yosaran shed his resilience.

Damho looked indifferently at Yosaran like that.

Prior to the breakup, the Empress told him that she had been helped by Yosaran. And I asked you to take a look at the situation just once if you bump into it.

It was only one request for blood.

Now she was using the Empress, not Dam, but she was Damho's precious sister. I couldn't ignore my brother's request.

Yosaran laughed.

A bloody tooth was revealed.

“If that's the case, I'll see to it before I fight. You're going to knock me out. Haha! That's amazing. Awesome... Argh! ”

Yosaran once again vomited blood. She tried to laugh, but she was no longer a herd.

She stirs herself up.

Both legs huddled, and even breathing was hard, but I woke up without giving up.

It is disgraceful to be sympathetic to the enemy, but it can no longer be seen as weak.

Until then, the wall hasn't moved. Maybe it wasn't moving. It was almost impossible to move with such wounds, no matter how beyond human limits.

Maybe if we attack now, we can end the Wall.

The Dozens were more likely to do so. But there was not a single mover among the martyrs of mythology.

They were so overwhelmed by Damho.

No more speculation against him.

That was what the Absolute had.

Damho was not one of the many unarmed people of Kangho. He was already in the absolute halfway up, and the weight and majesty he had made him unwilling to challenge.

Yosaran has taken over Damho.

“General Yosaran of the Protestant Army would like to thank you for your consideration of the Gwanma Dam Consultation. With today's consideration, you and I have cleared up all our debts. So even if you meet me next time, you don't have to look after me. ”

“ ……. ”

“Even if I see you again, I will risk my life, and I will fight you with all my might. But if you don't mind, I'll just back off. ”

In the words of Yosaran, the woman nodded without saying a word. Then she looked at the martyrs of the mythology who still survived.

“Let's go.”

“But..... ”

“Why fight? Do it if you have to. If you can. ”

“ ……. ”

Mythical warriors bitten their lips.

It is unacceptable for their pride to retreat like this without losing their heads.

Kung!

At that moment, Damho stepped towards them. Strong vibrations were transmitted to the martyrs on earth.

The mythical warriors wink and stare at the wall.

“There is only one person I send. You guys aren't in there. ”

“Ugh!”

The mythical warriors trembled at the furious words of Damho.

Everyone thought emotionally that there was no power left for Damho. But their bodies were different. As soon as I heard the voice of Damho, all I could think about was wanting to get out of here.

The fear of dam-ho dominates their psyche and body.

“Argh!”

“Damage!”

At that moment, they rushed out without looking back and forth. They were like swarms of swarms of locusts.

In the face of the horror of death, neither face nor face was of any use. They spread out all over to live in unison.

When Yosaran saw it, she shook her head slightly.

Damho didn't track them down. I couldn't tell if I wasn't doing it or if I was immobile. But it was proof that his serenity was dominating the battalion.

‘That's a living disaster. How many unmanned people in the headquarters will die in his hands in the future. ’

It was already a pagan who crossed an irreversible bridge with Damhoe. As long as the Wall was still alive, it was clear that they would constantly repeat the clashes. I couldn't even imagine how many people would die in the process.

An endless disaster.

That's what Yosaran sees.

This was her best chance to kill Damho. I didn't know when else I would get this opportunity if I missed this opportunity. However, the martyrs of mythology fled in fear, and they also saved their lives because of the sympathy of the Damhoe.

‘No way..... the sky didn't abandon the Protestants, did it? ’

Yosaran shook her head and moved her steps.

One step backwards, another feels heavier than a thousand. Every time she stepped down, a drop of red blood dropped.

That way, she leaves her mark, and the wall looks at her without saying a word.

Glug!

Finally, when the appearance of Yosaran became no longer visible, the blood flowed through the mouth of the wall. The repression and internal injuries that were repressed were greatly reduced.

As Yosaran assumed, the condition of the wall was not good enough to move. The viscera was severely injured, and the internal injuries were severe. There were also bone fractures and many muscle fractures.

Breathing in this state is miraculously ruined and injured, but the wall does not look weak even if it dies.

Kang Ho was a world that was eaten even if it showed a little weakness. At least it is not a place where the loser can survive the battle.

The blood was boiling like crazy. Like a pot just before overflowing, his shear and heartbeat were trembling in jeopardy. But Damho believed in the Dark Spirit and entrusted his body to him.

At that moment, the Amphora began to move.

It calms the shaking blood, stabilizes the weakened shear like gold, and begins to heal the inner wall of the wall.

Damho was standing in the dark air with his body in charge. There was a man who came quietly to his side while he was doing so.

Brother!

The one who showed up with the black horse was the progress.

After hiding Brother Nam Palace in a safe place, I came to visit Damho. Even though it was not outside the city as promised to Dam Ho, it was safe from people's eyes, so half of them kept their promises.

At first glance, Jingbo noticed the state of the dam.

Instead of calling the wall, he takes the lead and starts to be alert.

It was long after Damhoe's journey was over. Until then, the dustbin kept the side of the wall like a statue.

* * *

The Ngabo Merchant Guild has entered the Moon without any problems. The silver eavesdrops that came into the vicinity of the scent twirled around for a while and held their gaze in one place.

“Umm!”

The eyes of Eun So-hyeong became dim.

The supernova, who noticed her change, quietly approached.

“What's wrong? ”

“Mythical Merchant Guild.”

The four letters "Mythical Merchant Guild" were clearly written on the plaque of the large mansion overlooking Eun-sung.

“Mythology Merchant? The one called the Exterior of Magic? ”

“Exactly.”

Eun-sung nods quietly.

It was the mythical merchant, which was called the heavenly merchant. The goal that all merchants and merchants must have crossed was the mythical merchant, and so did Ngabo.

It seemed to have the best talent of Honam, but it was not long enough for the Mythical Merchant Guild. Businesses that were frustrated by the mythical Merchant Guild's enormous power were also preoccupied, and there were areas where the path was blocked.

In Ngabo, the Mythical Merchant Guild was a wall of despair and an obstacle that must be overcome. Eun So-Chang also watched Eun Gabo get frustrated by the mythical Merchant Guild several times.

The Mythical Merchant Guild won, and Ngabo had to be watched. At that time, I thought it was simply because I liked the mythical merchant. However, the mythical Merchant Guild's true identity was revealed when the Demonic Demon defeated the Mourim Blind and took over the Demonic Guild.

Those who were revealed were not alarmed by their identity.

The Exterior of the Horse.

The mythical Merchants Guild, which everyone knew was a pure merchant group, was made by descendants of the pagan religion. They used the last of the fallen pagan treasures after the First World War to make merchandise, and they were called out.

With the support of the pagans, they were quickly called masses within a short period of time, and as a result they were able to grow to the top of the world. In the process, numerous merchants suffered heavy damage and had to shed tears.

I didn't understand why the mythical merchant was so powerful then, but now I can see.

“I had to see blood, of course, because I didn't even know the Horseman was the backman. ”

“You've done a lot of damage. It's in my voice. ”

“There will be no mythical or evil Merchant Guild in the universe. ”

“That much? ”

“Yes! I grew up like that when the Horsemen fell, but the Horsemen took over the Southern Midwives, so I can't even predict how much they will grow. You must defeat the Mythical Merchant Guild if you are to truly defeat it. ”

“Why do you think that? ”

“There can be no funded organizations or munitions. Especially the bigger the door, like the Mourim Blind or the Horseman, the more money you spend. Even the faithful who are faithful to the pagan religion will lose their money, and if they become needy to eat, their departure will be even greater. ”

“Isn't the power of faith too ridiculous? ”

“There is no greater faith than eating abundantly. Loyalty to the hungry is hard to expect. ”

At the words of the silver petition, which was just cut off, the supernova became needy to say.

Unlike the unmanned supernova, Eun-sung looked at the world with the merchant's gaze. Supernova was an elusive point of view, but that did not mean it was inconclusive.

“The mythical Merchant Guild is the backbone of the pagan religion. ”

It was time for Eun-sung to testify.

Profit!

The door of the Myth Merchant Guild opens and a crowd comes out.

In the eyes of Eun-sung, Lee came to mind. Because there were unexpected people at their forefront.

A woman whose noble foods are like silk and whose cold atmosphere stands in the middle of the mythical Merchant Guild.

When I came out with my group, I remembered the twins in the eyes of the diary. She also found the flag of Ngabo.

The steps of the diary are toward the top of Ngabo.