Volcanic Sphere

Tuck!

Something was cut off in the head of the advancement and white emptied.

Everything in the world seemed to be piled up in a gray cloud. I didn't see a single shot, and even the sound was distorted, so I couldn't hear it clearly.

In it, the dust was moving alone. Occasionally I felt a dazzling flotation and a foreign object splashed on my face.

Everything was a dream.

It was like I was dreaming. I had a dream that would never end.

The dream of progress came to an end after his body was choked on something. It was as if he had been caught in a shackle.

“Wake up. ”

A familiar voice drew the spirit of progress out of the dream.

Farr's eyelids trembled. Then I saw the thick face of the wall.

“Brother?”

A confused light appeared on the face of the progress.

I couldn't figure out what was going on because I had a nightmare. The whole body ached as if it had been hit by a big iron club.

The advances looked around. Then I saw ten bodies scattered around him. It was a body that wasn't there until just now. The hot vapors were still blooming from the blood flowing through the wounds. And I saw the bandits frightened.

Their gaze was facing, which was certainly the progress of the dust itself.

The progress was dreadful.

I came back a little blurry as if it were foggy. And it came to mind.

“Ooooooooooo!”

At that moment, the dust stopped blaspheming. I weighed everything I ate before I got here.

“I, I……. ”

The protagonist of this tragedy was himself. He lost his mind and ran to the bandits and slaughtered them.

There was no way bandits could handle the Plum of Progress. The bandits who were running at the forefront were cut off by the lead of the dust.

If Damho had not intervened in time, he would have killed the bandits alone.

“Brother?”

Jingbo looks up at the wall with her tears fluttering.

I learned to cook better.

When I was in the volcano, I thought of myself as a Suzuki, and I never thought of myself as an unattended man.

I came back into the world to find a wall, and I realized I was unmanned, and I never felt ashamed of myself.

I hurt a man with a knife while cooking, but I didn't think there would be any embarrassment because it was the result of a legitimate fight. So I took another initiative for cooking, and I thought I was proud of myself walking along the path of the unmanned.

But what he did now was not a legitimate struggle between the two. It was a slaughter in which the strong slaughtered the weak. The Indian minister did what he had to do.

Her shoulders and hands trembled like a lion.

At that moment, I heard the loud voice of the wall.

“You did nothing wrong. ”

“Brother?”

The instant the tremor went away.

The voice of Damho contained the power to calm people strangely. Looking at the unshakeable gaze of the wall, the dust felt the humiliation that was rising.

“Your anger is not wrong. ”

“But……. ”

“No one can tell you have done anything wrong. At least if you're human..... ”

Damho turned around.

The dustbin looks at the back of such a wall, ignorant.

Damho was walking towards the bandits who were still alive.

Absolute masters were not easy to endure. The thieves couldn't handle the tremendous beast that appeared to be coming.

“Ugh!”

“Oh, my God! ”

The faces of the bandits are white.

The boy who jumped and slaughtered without difficulty was also terrified, but the black man who was coming to them now was even more horrible.

The emotions they felt for the first time in their entire lives dominated their whole body, as though the spirit would fly away just by watching.

“Who are you, you? ”

The thief's leader opens his mouth with courage.

Such a spit was pouring down his mouth, but the chief was not even aware of it.

His name was Gujarat.

The old ministry was originally a small living house under eighteen greenhouses. With a ferocious and greedy heart, he wanted the livings he led to be melted to eighteen. However, despite the lack of capacity, the existing eighteen greenhouses were so solid that they could not be dug.

Eventually, a demonic turbulence exploded in a car that was living with the satisfaction of a small bondsman. After the death of the Jeong Kyung Gate, a total creditor who ruled the entire melting pot by the law of Iron Blood, the eighteen melting pots were lost and shaken.

The vernacular ministry, which had to look at the big dead, saw such confusion as an opportunity. Moreover, all the nearby doormen were locked by the horse.

I didn't notice anything.

The Old Testament led his subordinates and carried out the plunder without a hitch. What I liked was snatched away, the grumpy humans killed, and the pretty women were terrified.

For others, it was a hell of a time, but for him it was a day of extreme poverty. The difficulties that the pagan called made his world. At least there was no doorman or unarmed man to stop him on this front.

Today, he plundered the village he had taken a few days ago, and took the chicks. All I have left to do is enjoy, but the disaster started when the boy jumped in unexpectedly.

Less!

His body was trembling.

I tried to calm him down, but it was useless. The body was responding to fear before reason.

‘What the hell is that monster.... ’

The left leg of the wall, slightly cut off in his eyes, came in. Then he remembers the crippled unarmed.

I read the legend of the Kwon Horse that dominates the Little Ganho.

Even the horrendous horror of horrendous horoscopes that brought the challenges of the day floated in front of that horoscope.

He was that scary. An unarmed man named Kwon Ma, who is approaching him.

Whilst Gujarat was satisfied with the plundering of this small area, Kwon Ma was playing the stage for the whole world. So I couldn't handle it. I don't know why he jumped into his front yard.

I had to talk.

“Me, I'm a brother of rust. I heard that there is a deep connection with the General Debtor. Well, you know, we're like brothers. So just calm down and listen to me. We're not fighting each other. ”

The preacher hastened to speak. But his words could not stop the steps of the wall.

I encountered the damho with my eyes.

“ ……. ”

The old minister was appalled. I'm definitely talking, but I can't hear my voice. His vocal chords were paralyzed.

He stood as if his whole body were paralyzed, so he had to watch the great hand of the Wall approaching.

Cough!

A hand like a steel tong grabs his neck. Until then, the Old Testament remained motionless.

A thick drop of sweat flows between his glands.

‘Whoa, move it. Please!’

He eagerly wished his body to move. But I didn't know my body was still moving like a rock.

It was that moment when the careless eye of Damho was stuck in his pupil.

Boom!

A horrible ostrich echoes from the neck of the sphere. Damho will bite his neck.

The minister stretched out his tongue long and screamed as it was.

That was the beginning.

Damho gathers on one side like a sheep and causes death to bandits trembling.

It was not an equal fight between the unmanned and killed others to survive.

It was literally a slaughter.

A ruthless slaughter committed by a strong man against a weak man.

Normally, the Wall had no mercy in its hands, but the slaughter it was doing was too much. I also knew that. But it didn't stop.

The slaughter he was doing now was a teaching to the Progress.

Don't ever regret what you did.

That what you did was never wrong.

“Argh!”

“Sa, save me! ”

The bandits' screams echoed desperately in the ruined village.

No one lived here today.

* * *

Only dim wilderness lights were illuminating the room, where the darkness encroached.

There were two men gathered. The wilderness lights were so faint that their faces could not be seen with certainty, but in their bodies a ferocious morale was pouring out and encroaching on the interior.

At the front of the men there was a body.

The wrecked body was someone they knew well.

“The Silent Sword is like this……. ”

It was called the Southern Palace in my life. Absolute unmanned man who scolded the world with the slogan of silence.

He had been hidden in the world for a long time and was now forgotten, but his absolute invisibility remained. No. Rather, decades of struggle brought me to a higher ground. So he who thought there was very few to do it was the Southern Archery.

Then the Southern Palace became a wretched body and returned to their front. His face was imperceptibly damaged, and his body was filled with horrible wounds, as if he had been tortured.

A man with a poisoned waist opens his mouth, looking down at the palate.

“The plexus?”

“It was Seo Wang Mo who inflicted the torture and the final blow. ”

“The true pleural plexus is said to be separate. Someone?"

“Vol.…… Ma. All the fatal wounds were inflicted on him. ”

“Voodoo! Umm! ”

A man with a crooked waist spills out without even knowing himself. The reporter looked at such a man without saying a word.

A man bends his back and raises his head. Then, under the faint nocturnal landscape, he also reveals his blurred vision.

I couldn't recognize the original face because it was covered in dark morale under a faint light. But the people here were the few who knew his face.

Your company is infected.

The ecclesiastical benefactor, who acts on behalf of the Church.

In the absence of the Orthodox Church, he carries out the plan with all authority.

Only the bishop knew his age or true face. The Teacher has rarely shown himself in most of his duties to you.

You look at the corpse of the Southern Palace with a dark scam in your eyes.

“The Southern Archery has been a great colleague and helper for many years with us. He was devoted to the Church, and he did his best work with enthusiasm and devotion more than anyone else. His death must have been a big blow to us. Not just the Southern Palace. Many people have been killed by horsemen, or those associated with them. If we leave them like this, our great will will will be diluted and even the algae will be shaken. ”

“What do you want me to do? Kwon Ma is too dangerous to be touched. Southern oropharynx is a member of Osa. He was helplessly beaten by one of the best in the world. If we want to eliminate him, our headquarters will also be severely damaged. ”

“Of course I am.”

You agreed with the other man.

His name was O'Pole.

King of the Cheonan Legion.

He was a member of the Orthodox dancers who roared over the river decades ago, and is now the absolute unmanned man who occupies the top seat of the Orthodox Church.

If I wasn't an apostle, I would never have looked at the heavenly realm of that era. The unmanned man had a dark face. It was all because of Damho.

Damho was beyond their expectations.

Everything went against or went wrong when I stopped being related. A typical example of this was the Southern Palace.

The one who killed him himself was a tale of martial arts, but the one who gave the cause was Damho.

I don't know how far the Dragon Tale has reached the Southern Archery, but it has made the world a great place to shake. It was all because of Damho.

Damho was not only a disaster for the pagans. It was also disastrous for the Angel. The living thing itself was harmful to the world. At least you thought so.

Misrep told you.

“I'd rather deal with the horse-drawn horse. ”

“That doesn't make any sense. ”

“When others do, the damage only grows. It would be better if I stepped up and did less damage. ”

“If you fall in love, the teacher will only be more burdened. ”

“Umm!”

The mischief spilled a new voice. Then your company said,

“I'd rather get out. ”

“No way. How can you.... ”

“No, I'm the best. You know why, don't you? ”

“Umm!”

“You don't have to worry about that. I'm not going to use the drone myself. ”

Your face is full of dark morale. The pole knew it was a phenomenon that happened because you smiled.

Your voice got colder.

“It was even better because the teacher sent me to use it. Using him will make it easier for you to achieve your goals. ”

“Are you going to use that method? ”

“I see.”

“But it's too dangerous. ”

“I know. But it's a good way to try it. ”

“The Teacher won't allow it. ”

“I'll get permission. ”

“Umm!”

“You have nothing to worry about. You don't believe me, do you? ”

“No, I trust you. ”

The pole shakes its head in a hurry.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions.

If you simply fought in vain, the mischief was confident enough to defeat you. But your company had something more than nothing. That frightened the mischief.

Your eyes were glowing in the dark.