Volcanic Sphere

“Argh! Shut up. ”

Someone who couldn't stand the anger burst into old age. He was one of the first scribes of the Mubarak Party and one of the Gumureons, the unpaired swordsman.

After being brutally defeated by Damho, he was imprisoned only in the Abandoned Chamber and trained. I was able to achieve excellence because my training has not been in vain.

Now that I think I can fight the Wall Ho, I saw the appearance of Wei Kang-hyung as a great opportunity to test his power.

Chuchem!

The air splits with a scream on the sword of Jin Moo Young. His black eyes instantly reached the nose of the whirlwind.

It was the best swordsman in the party.

After being defeated by Damhoe, after every effort, his Taekwondo sword reached the point where he could consume the tangled energy inside the sword.

At Jinmu-young's age, this was not the case in shaman's history. Jin Moo-young never doubted that he would be able to inflict such a great injury on Yu Kang-hwan by this route.

In fact, he passed through the heart of his black stomach.

In the eyes of Jin Moo-young, a cheerful light came to mind.

‘I got you.'

The touch felt in his hands and the blood splattered before his eyes gave him confidence.

It was then.

“Dangerous, infantless. ”

“Behind.”

Suddenly, the urgent voice of the Unruly Elders resounded in the Feud.

Jin Moo-young's eyes widened. It was because the appearance of the whirlwind that pierced his sword was disappearing like a wonder.

‘That was a fantasy? ’

A chilly voice was heard behind his back at the moment.

“You're very brave. But I think I need to raise my eye to gauge my opponent. ”

One day, he suddenly appeared like a ghost behind the back of a faction.

Then Jin Moo-young remembered that the star of Wei Kang-hyuk was a ghost magazine.

Kwaang!

“Boom!”

Subsequently, Jin Moo Young was shocked by his back and rolled forward. It allowed me to do my work. At least, I quickly pulled up the self-defense force to protect myself, but I was still unable to avoid the shock of shaking the viscera.

“Are you all right? Immortal. ”

“How dare you!”

The elders and the disciples seized the floor and protected it.

The face of the blue-hearted Jinn, who looks at the stomach, is hardened like a stone. Others did not notice how angry the Jin Myung Hyuk was at him, but he did notice how desperate the Jin Myung Hyuk was to go back behind the Jin Myung's back.

Did you mix the doctrine of real estate with the doctrine of heterocyclism? You really look like a ghost. ’

In fact, the technique used by the wizard was ghostless journalism. In the blink of an eye, the ghostless repository that occupies the opponent's back without even noticing it is closer to spatial mobility information.

Cheonghur Jin sends a message to the Burner.

― I think there's more thread today than the profit. Sohaya, when there is a fight, go out and protect the young disciples.

― Yes? But…….

― Do as I say.

― Okay.

Combustion had no choice but to answer. She takes out a gap where everyone's gaze is focused on the whirlwind.

Immediately after the burning left the uterus, one of the elders of the battlefield, the photogenic Jinn, came forward.

“The Horseshoe is crazy. How dare you crawl into my feet alone at the hearing. ”

“It doesn't seem to go with a shaman. ”

“Moore?”

“What are those who take precedence over the Representative? Rather, we have found ourselves more faithful to our desires than the human beings of the world. If that's the Blue Gate, cut it out. The word" clear "is not meant to be so insignificant. ”

The words of Yu Kang-hyun became a sharp rhyme and dug through the hearts of the shamans of the Party. I had no idea that I would be reprimanded by the Demonic Mind. That's why I felt even more heartache.

At that time, Cheongwal Jin, the master of the Muang Party, came forward.

“You can't hear the Devil's ulcer anymore. Ghost Maze, you made a big mistake. ”

“What is it? I want to hear it.”

“I came to stop the shaman alone. I acknowledge courage and ability, but there are many masters of the Mujahideen here. You will not be able to deal with all of us, even if your martial arts has reached the edge of the Milky Way. ”

“Who said you were alone? ”

“What?”

Chengwale Jin felt the whole body's blood cool.

Dozens of elderly people suddenly appeared behind the backs of the whip. The elders of the Mujahideen were utterly invaded by the appearance of those who gave rise to an extraordinary gesture.

At first glance, there were more than a dozen people who had an unmistakable presence. It was a great threat that no one noticed them until they came to a halt.

Those who stood behind the back of the Hu Kang-hyung were the unarmed.

It was those who survived and retired from the front-line of the Horseshoe, the land of the mighty zone.

The eyes and posture of countless survivors crossed the frontier of life.

“Looks like the sky of the shaman will be washed with blood today. ”

Qinghuang Jin shook his head and stepped forward. There were the elders of the battlefield, but the face of the Muang Party was a blue-green man.

Gross!

I heard him pull out the sword. Then, in the eyes of Yu Gang-hwa, Lee came to mind. As a strong man who comes to the world, I have recognized the strength of the blue trumpet.

“You're blunt. ”

“Thank you for knowing. ”

“If it's the North Shore Sword, anyone will recognize it. You're not like the rest of the people here. ”

He condemned all the members of the Muang Party, except Cheonghee Jinn. But no one could easily resist. It was because the power of the unarmed guardians who stood at the back of the Hu Gangwei was so intense.

Oh, shit!

At that time, Qinghuang Jin abandoned the Sword House. Immediately, the complexion of the partisans in the womb hardened. There was not a single person who did not know what the actions of the Qinghua Jinn meant.

Abandoning the Sword House means you won't think about it soon.

The northernmost sword in the world has promised to fight with his life. They could only see what kind of heart he had. The wind blew in their hearts.

“Chaaah!”

At that moment, Chenghur Jinhee ran with a sword swinging toward the whirlwind.

His attacks were used as a signal to clash with members of the clergy of the pagan clergy and the clergy of the Mujahideen.

It was the moment when the mob of the underworld was swept away by a violent breeze called paganism.

The damage suffered by the Mujahideen that day was indeed enormous. Three quarters of the elders died or were injured, and even the survivors suffered large and small wounds, making them impossible to carry.

At least the Qinghua Jinn struggled to that extent, otherwise more people would have died. But in return, Qinghuang Jin suffered an impossible fatigue.

That was not the only damage. Five elders of the battlefield also lost their lives, and many died, especially among the disciples. If there were enough unruly people to attend the meeting of the uterus, they were also encouraged by the Unruly.

Such descriptions were not uncommon, and it took decades for the cult of the Mujahideen to be cooked to the same level as the first disciples to die.

As a shaman, he was hit hard to recover.

At least comfort is that the burning evacuated the younger disciples and avoided the worst. It was true, however, that for the time being, the Mujahideen were forced to walk the stagnation road.

After shaking the uterus into a field, the unarmed of the tutor disappeared. The Mujahideen tried to kill them by setting up a tracker, but they only suffered heavy damage.

The problem did not stop there. The Mujahideen will miss the time to support the zeal tax by doing heavy damage.

Soon after the Muang Faction was raided by a guard led by Hu Kang-hyung, a horsemen battalion arrived in Zegalzega.

Zegalse has a wide variety of tracheal motifs around it, reminiscent of the Iron Age. Bronchospasm spread over hundreds of years was extremely difficult to destroy.

Because of this, the Zegalzega decided that they would be able to hold on long enough until the support of the Mulim and the Mujahideen came. They believed in the wisdom of their forefathers and exaggerated their own inferiority. But it was Zegalzega's misfortune.

They thought the pagan would dance in front of the bronchoscope. But the pagans pushed back with overwhelming force. Many of them, even if they died, pushed and pushed, destroying the trachea.

The same was true of Zegalzega's bronchospasm, which claimed that there was no business in front of the volume tax. Eventually, even after hundreds of years of solid organoleptics were destroyed, and Zegalzega disappeared from the world.

Even before they were exterminated, Zegalzega believed that there would be support from the Mulim and the Mujahideen, but their faith was not fulfilled.

The Mourimblinds were too far away, and the Mujahideen could not afford to send reinforcements in great damage.

In the meantime, Zegalshega collapsed without anyone's help.

By striking one of the Old Moon factions, the Mudanga, and completely erasing Zegalzega, one of the Great Ages, from the world, the pagans once again exhibited overwhelming power.

I had to feel the horror of the horror of the horror of the horror of paganism that far exceeded my expectations.

No one, no doorman, could stop the north camp of the pagan religion. The pagans trampled everything that stood in their way, and made their way to the North Mountain with a limelight.

Under the mountain, the water is reddened with blood.

The small and medium-sized sects dared to resist the march, and the large sects on the march quickly retreated to the bluetongue.

There were no more moonwaves or unmanned vehicles blocking the marching camps. Beyond the Great North Castle, the pagan Church became a commune of the Moorish Empire, and entered the lower Maiden of the Moorish and the Sorimsa.

* * *

The moment the gale that the pagans were driving swept through the earth, Damhoe was making a northern camp. His destination was Monsanto, which had a moorland and a shrine.

The horrendous rumors of paganism were sweeping like plagues all the way to the wall. People trembled with terror, avoiding going out. Thanks to it, the streets of towns and cities stopped throughout the day.

At least the people who were slaughtered were merchants.

When the Mourim Blind and the Horse Bridge broke out, it would take a lot of supplies. The mythical merchants and most of the larger merchants were taking one foot into the fight.

It was widely known that the mythical Merchant Guild supported it as an external source of religion, and other Merchants were doing good to the Moulim or the Horse Guild according to their interests.

The clashes between the Moorish and the Horsemen were not the only war of silk. Merchants, many groups with more interests were destined to go into this fight.

It was the beginning of a true World War II.

It was a long way from the Second World War, but the walls felt dark blood.

In the breeze, there was a dark smell of terror in the murmuring voices of the people. Livelihoods disappeared from people's faces, and they were extremely lethargic.

Many doormen who need to keep the order of Gandhi walk away from the chaos of the underworld while the door is locked.

For them, it was more important to protect the comfort of Jaffa than to overcome the chaos of the world. It was their honest sentiment that they didn't want to be the first to get hit by the madness of the pagan wind.

The sight that Damhoe saw from his book statue was so disastrous. There was no proper human being in the landscape he saw. No, there was no unarmed man.

The madmen driven by the pagans were shaking in a madness. And the chaos of the underworld was reaching its peak. Thieves have boiled all over the place, and looting has crossed.

The strong trampled on the weak. The helpless are snatched away from what they have, and the weak women are ravaged. The children lost their homes and their parents and wandered the world.

The landscape in front of the advancement was also a town that was swept away by the storm. The town was still sparkling with premieres, and fires were burning everywhere.

All over the ruined town, there were villagers who died miserably. The eyes and pained little faces that were undetectable even when they died were vividly showing how much terror they felt in their lives.

“Brother!”

I looked at the wall with a face that seemed to be crying. It was the same for the Southern Palace brothers.

The younger brother of the Southern Bow was actually crying.

“Argh!”

Especially, the Southern Archery could not stand crying and was gulping as if its breath were about to pass. The sight before their eyes was horrible and scary.

It was then.

“Argh!”

A woman's torn scream echoes across the ruined town sky. The Brothers of Liberty and the Southern Palace rushed to a place where they heard a scream, as if they were possessed by something.

Dozens of men were sitting at the well yard in the centre of the village. They were laughing and chatting with their bloody weapons beside them, harassing more than a dozen women.

The women were all village anacs. They were exposing their white breasts and white flesh with their laughter torn or stripped.

“Hahaha!”

“That's good.”

The men drank the spoils of the village and crumpled the women's bodies like bread.

Tears flow out of the eyes of the women, and the sound of engraved screams bursts out of the mouth. For a moment, the women who lost their Ziabi in the raid of bandits could only scream in shame, but could not bite their tongues and die. The children were taken hostage by bandits.

“I will feed the dog with the child of the chaste bitch alive. So stick with it till the end. ”

The chieftains of the bandits shout aloud, sitting one beside the other. His face was flowing with the blood of the villagers still dry.

The moment I saw it, the dust felt the white emptying in my head. It was the same for the Southern Palace brothers.

Nearby, there were still bodies of villagers whose temperatures had not cooled. Among them, thieves are harassing women.

“Uh, how? ”

“Who are you?”

The chieftains of the bandits who heard the voice of progress shouted. At that moment, the eyes of the Progress went back.

“How can you do this to people like you? ”

A furious voice of progress resounded in the ruined village.