Volcanic Sphere

“I'm sorry, I failed. ”

As soon as the penis returned to its place, the first thing I said was an apology.

The secret residence was gathering sword cloth, new moon, and myeongcheon.

“You must have denied the authority of the sacred object. ”

The sword cloth said boldly, as I had already expected.

“Exactly. Master no longer recognizes the sacrament. ”

“I don't care. I already expected it. ”

“But……. ”

“All right. Don't waste your mind on anything else. ”

In the decisive words of the Sword Cloth, Naji sighed.

It was a sacrament that was difficult to obtain with every effort. The Bible hoped that the authority of the Sacred Sacrament would change the minds of the Protestant ceremonies. But the sword cloth was different.

It was the story of a time when the sacrament had enough power and authenticity to have authority. The penis was no longer a saint of the Protestant faith, nor an authentic heir. Of course, the authority of the Sacrament could not work.

The Sword of God already knew that authority without power was meaningless. There was no precedent for the logic of power in theology, the land of deficit survival.

“I'm sorry. My stubbornness has made them aware. ”

“I don't care. I expected some. ”

“Wow! This. ”

Suddenly, the penis pulls a brochure out of her arms.

It was an angel heart attack that fell from the sympathetic tree.

“Master had it. I've never heard of such absurdity in Protestants. ”

The sword cloth received the Angelic Symbol Ball and began to read quietly.

While reading the book, his expression began to stiffen slightly. New Moon and Myeongcheon looked at him and laughed at his head.

Because the sword cloth they knew was not such a good person to reveal the changes in emotions.

The New Moon whispered to Myeongcheon.

“What book? ”

“Let's wait a minute. If you read it, you'll tell me. ”

Myeongcheon looks at the sword cloth with sharp eyes.

Open it!

After a long time, the sword cloth finally covered the angel's heart.

“Phew!”

Then came a deep sigh from his mouth, which he had suppressed until now. In the eyes of the Sword Cloth, an intense light burst like a meteor.

“Large!”

“What's wrong with you? ”

He asked why Myung-moon and Myeong-cheon came forward in response to the unusual reaction of Sword Cheon. But the Sword Cloth looked at the penis instead of the answer.

“Have you read this book? ”

“I didn't have time to read it to avoid the tracker. What's the matter?”

“Thank God you're here.”

“What's wrong? ”

“This book contains the seeds of Simma. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“At first glance, it's nothing more than a normal radio station. It also has a keen sense of humor. However, the passages are elaborately concealed in the spheres that can cause Simma. ”

The eyes of the Sword Cloth looking at the Angel Sim Duke were cold.

Indeed, throughout his reading of the Angelic Magical Ball, he felt his heart flutter. The words hidden in the Angelic Magical Ball were ferocious and sophisticated enough to shake his heart at the height of the antiquity beyond the prestige index.

“If anyone reads this book once, they are forced to fall in love. There is only a difference in the seal, and one day the Simma will sprout. Especially as soon as you learn this nonsense, Simma will grow uncontrollably and eventually run the path of destruction. ”

“How could you? So are you okay? You read this book, too. ”

“I'm fine. ”

“Is it because of the Celestial Perforation? ”

The Sword Cloth nods silently.

The shrine was hidden by the clergyman of the Protestant Church. The most important of them was the deep hole, the celestial hole. I didn't even remember the fact that there was such a thing since the invitation investigation.

Over the last hundred years, Kang Ho has made progress. There were more powerful martial arts than the old ones, so not many people were interested in the old martial arts.

Such an atmosphere also prevailed in Protestants. Through many generations, the old UAVs have been renovated much more efficiently. Because of this, many tended to underestimate the old anarchy. But the things that have still remained circular during the long-established anarchy were solid in the foundation itself.

It is not a fast-paced attribute, but is less influenced externally to walk the authentic path of building a firm foundation.

A newly cooked cloth of gum was used. It was a deep hole that embraced everything. Brain rectification, which was originally cooked by Sword Cheon, was a pitiless anarchy. It contained the power of the wall, so it could never be mixed with other voids. But it embraced cerebral cortex. And it doubled the power of brain rectification.

What cannot be done is made possible by the perforation of a sponge.

The word "Ma" is included in the sacred pottery, but it is rather close to the crucible. Especially in the area of inclusion, nothing could be followed.

Since the Sword Cloth has been cooked, it has been possible to find out that the seeds of Simma are hidden in the Angelic Spear. Others would have been affected without knowing it.

“What are the chances that the abrasion read the Angelic Mage Ball? ”

When I asked the question of the sword cloth, I recalled the fact that the penis met the singular scent.

‘Master in sympathy was definitely not normal. ’

Unlike usual, the unshakeable eyes, the uneasy reasoning, the fraud felt during the concealment, and all of that proved that the singular scent had read the Angelic Psychic Ball.

“Apparently she read the Angelic Mage Ball. ”

Danhyeong said that he had no doubt about Danhyeong. The sword cloth heard all the stories.

“You must have read the Angelic Mage Ball. ”

“Where the hell did she get all this evil nudity? ”

“We have to find out from now on. ”

The voice of the sword cloth sank heavily.

He has been tracking angels for a long time. That's why I knew instinctively. It means that the Angelic Symbol Ball is devoid of energy that flows from the Angelic Society.

“If you want to spontaneously melt a crucible that is so elaborate that it will cause an unimaginable consciousness, you're not usually a master. ”

It was never easy to recreate the voiceless that did not exist in the world until now. It was not possible for a martial arts artist to insert such a sophisticated spine into a martial arts scene without reaching mythology.

The sword cloth knew only one person who was likely to do so.

“The Archbishop. The Archbishop must be made by the Archbishop of Archangel. If you're looking for the source of this book, you'll find the Master of Angelism. ”

The gaze of Sword Cheon turned to Myeong-cheon.

Myeong-cheon stuttered his memory and said,

“Abrasion was a massive wound to a horseman in the Sacred City, avoiding the body with the unborn man's impulse. In the Sacred City, there was no simma color at all, so it's likely that you'll get a book after that. ”

“Bunwon.”

“Yes! I've been here with the bishop for a long time, so there's no way I could have gotten it by any other route. If you look at it like that, it's likely that someone in Bunja gave her an Angelic Mage Ball. ”

“Who do you think you are? ”

“Not many people trust wear. Extremely limited. Among other things, if you are the most trusted.... ”

“You must be bloody.”

“Exactly.”

Myeongcheon's confident answer stiffened the face of the sword cloth.

Blood Rage was a mysterious figure in many ways.

There was no one who knew exactly when he was in Protestance. It is because it has never been highlighted on the front. At least recently, Zhongcheon, a pagan organization within Buddhism, began to be mentioned a lot, and it was rare that he knew his name before.

Even Myeongcheon was the name he only learned by investigating the monotony. That much was covered in his thick veil.

“Where is the blood now? ”

“I was found to have entered the headquarters of the Demonic Church with wear. But I don't know the exact location yet. ”

“Track his whereabouts first. He's the key figure in this situation. ”

“Got it.”

Myeongcheon replied with a firm expression.

Sword Cheon looked around the group.

“As we all know, the devastation of the Moorish and Protestant communities will be a fact. There will be bloodshed in the world, and many will die. ”

Everyone focused on what he said.

It was the man they believed and followed until now.

Their eyes were filled with trust, knowing that they could not have come here without him.

The words of the sword cloth were followed.

“It's been a long time since I got out, but the Protestants are definitely home to all of us. Our home is being wound and bled by someone else. If we go this way, the Protestant will eventually perish. It is imperative that we stop the worst of such situations. It's going to be hard, but let's get a little stronger. The blood we shed now will eventually serve as a foundation for the Protestants. ”

“Haha! Isn't that obvious? ”

“Just get out of here. If you have a big one, you can jump into a fire pit. ”

“As I have believed in you so far, so will I. We'll just look behind your back and follow you. ”

It wasn't just a two-day relationship, a few words of trust.

The Sword of God made no end of any hardship or adversity. I always stood at the forefront and blocked all the wind waves with my body. So he opened the way with his whole body, and let his brothers follow in the way he had made.

They did not hesitate to speak because they believed in the faith of the sword cloth. The sword cloth was also able to walk courageously along this rough and difficult path because they were there.

‘If you walk down this road, you'll meet him at the top one day. ’

People who think he's the only friend and competitor, the unmanned horse-drawn horse-drawn volcano that the volcano sent into the world.

Sword cloth expects to meet him on the other side sometime. If you don't fall down until then.

* * *

Cheonchung Mountain has become a land of death that people will never have access to. The mountains, which were always full of sunshine, were always young, and those who had entered the mountains had barely escaped with a blushing face.

They said that they wandered out of Cheonchung Mountain for a few days. There were no exceptions for those who had lived near Thousand Mountains all their lives. Once you enter Cheonchung Mountain, your sense of direction becomes strange and you wander the street.

Those who had entered Cheonchung Mountain were barely out and struggled for many days. When the situation changed, the people's footsteps were cut off in Cheonchung Mountain.

The mountain where man's footsteps were cut off was set to become more fertile. Cheonchungsan did the same. In the way a man used to go, the bushes grew wild, so that he could not find their original appearance.

Quong!

The static sensibility of the mountain began to resonate at some point.

Kuung! Kuung!

The firing, which was faint at first, gradually grew over time. As if the mountains were vomiting, the beasts first fled. And it was that moment when the wild birds flew.

Geez!

All of a sudden, a sharp fire that seemed to crack in the heavens and the earth sounded like a single mountain, and the fierce wind burst out everywhere.

A beautiful dry tree was uprooted by the fierce wind, and a large rock rolled out of its original position and became a wretched figure.

There was a huge crack in the source of the fierce wind. It seemed like food was sprinkled in a space that was only transparent.

Tsuuugh!

The fierce winds unleashed in the dark, endless space. The wind, which seemed not to end forever, slowly became more frequent after a while. And when the wind finally stopped completely, I wanted to see the black space, and someone showed up.

It was a man with long hair covering his face, a dark beard covering his nose and chin, and a torn bloody body. Above the black head and the black breeze, there was a pile of dark dust.

The man raises his head for a moment and looks up at the sky.

I can see the blue sky and the canopy of Mount Cheonan filled with greenery.

The man swept up the hair that covered his face. Then the original face that was covered was revealed.

A cold, deep eyebrow situated beneath dark brows. Though he was full of beards under his nose, he was clear.

At that time, the voices were still heard behind the back of the wall.

“Outside.”

“I'm finally out. ”

“Argh!”

Those who came out of the black crack and threw up the sentimental young voice were the brothers of the Dust and the Southern Bow.

They were shaking their shoulders as they looked up at the blue sky.

Even the dazzling sunlight that hurt my eyes was so sweet. But their emotions were buried by a subsequent existence.

“Uh-huh!”

A man who jumps out of a crack and sings a big song. The strangled hair was covered under the waist, and the facial beard could not be distinguished from the thigh down to the chest.

“I finally came back. Ahhhhh!”

He cries for a long time and shouts loudly toward the sky.

Numerous emotions that could not be expressed in words were contained in his cries.

He looked back.

The black crack, the fugue, was slowly closing. Then a man who had the intuition of returning to the world knelt before the wall.

“Thank you. Thank you very much. This month, I will serve you with all my loyalty. ”