Volcanic Sphere

Upper Hancheon looked at Mt. Monkey with deep eyes.

One of the five great mountains counted under the sky, the Holy Land of Immortality, and the prey of the Moorim, a magnificent mountain with numerous modifiers, were bending over him.

The white clouds flowing down the waist of the mountain were creating a mysterious atmosphere, but the face of the upper sky was not much of an impression.

Now all he had in his head was the idea of how to defeat the Shaolin and the Mourim Blind who were occupying the Mount as quickly as possible.

At the moment he was in the plains beneath the mulberry mountains. There were numerous barracks in the plains, and huge numbers of unarmed men were camping.

While I was here, I sealed up the Mujahideen and exterminated Zegalzega. And many other moonshines were trampled on by the Protestants. Since it was a succession of triumphs, Protestant morale was at its peak.

“If only the Mourim Blind and the Shaolin were barracks, no force would threaten our home. ”

Mourim was a force of all forces in the world, and Thorim was the spiritual holder of the heavy duty Mourim. If only these two were defeated, there would be no more power against the Protestants in the Great Lakes.

The upper cloth gripped his fist tightly.

If only two forces are defeated, their names will remain in the history of the Protestant world forever and will be circulated among the people. There was nothing more glorious than that as a Protestant soldier.

“It's not far now. ”

It was time for the upper limit to mutter like that.

“Military.”

Suddenly I heard a cautious voice behind my back. I looked back and looked at him with the expression of a mourner who escorted him.

“What's going on? ”

“We have a visitor from HQ. ”

“A guest?”

“Abrasion has arrived. ”

It was a deep goal in the glabella of the upper limit cloth.

“Abrasion?”

She wasn't the one to be here. I had no choice but to doubt that the man who should be with the Orthodox Church came to the battlefield full of Phoebyrin.

“He says he wants to see you. What should I do? ”

“Take it. ”

“Yes!”

Moussa withdrew with an answer. After a while, there was a solid scent next to him.

The upper cloth opened its mouth first.

“What is Abrasion doing here? ”

“I'm sorry, soldier. I came by unannounced. But there was something I had to say, and I ran to the source of the fire. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“We have to build an altar at Sorimsa. ”

“Yes?”

“We have to build a huge altar in the place of the Shaolin Master and tell him the majesty of the headquarters under 10,000. ”

Upper limit cloth made a slight impression on the words of the nonchalant monotony. I also saw the look on the top of the cloth, but I said it without being embarrassed.

“The mulberry mountains are the center of evil, the roar is the womb of Murim. If you were to build an altar for the headquarters there, it would mean a great deal. ”

“But when you do, you're worried about living in the middle of the world. Rather, a lot of people can fight back against the headquarters, even more viciously. ”

“One time it's a gateway, after all. Even if we don't build an altar in Shaolin, we still have a strong sense of repudiation. Then it's better to have a frontal breakthrough. ”

The upper limit raised objections, but he did not listen to the singularity, but rather insisted. Then there was a distressing light on the face of the upper cloth.

There was only one monk above the upper limit, if only the sequence in the Protestant Church. Even though it is said that Danhyun is at risk of wear, it is not possible to give a command to the upper limit. But it was only an exterior part wherever it was.

Danhyun was a woman who received the charismatic love of the Lord in one body. Moreover, even if I was the head of a pagan organization called Chungcheon, I could not completely ignore her.

The upper Korean peninsula had no choice but to think because it was so great that the Protestants had made an extraneous expansion.

The expression of the singularity that looked at the upper Korean cloth was resolute. In that face, no room for negotiation could be found.

Upper limit cloth asked carefully.

“Very well. It's not that hard to build an altar. By the way, do you think it's worn out to build an altar? ”

“It's my idea. ”

He replied decisively without hesitation.

The face of the upper limit cloth was not spread.

‘It's different.’

The dandruff he knew and the dandruff in front of his eyes were different. I couldn't say anything pinched, but it was subtly different. It was touching the nerves of the upper cloth.

“I'm in the middle of a war. ”

In the declaration of Dandong, the eyes of the upper cloth were deeper.

Zhongcheon was basically an organization for the apostasy of the Protestants, not a place to stand in the line of battle. Nevertheless, the declaration that Danhyun had made was a demonstration of how great her will was.

I realized that I can't change my mind.

“I understand. There's only one condition. ”

“What is it? ”

“The wear and tear must be on the rear, not on the front. This is my condition. ”

“All right, I'll follow the military's orders. ”

The dandruff followed the words of the upper cloth.

Even after her return, the upper cloth couldn't find peace of mind easily because of her uncomfortable feelings.

No matter how much I thought about it, the proposition of monotony was not rational. The upper shelf questioned him.

“Destiny!”

“Yes, sir! ”

Immediately, an unarmed man in his late thirties appeared before him and bowed down. He was the one with the upper cap.

“Watch for wear. Identify those who are in contact with her and report to me. ”

“Got it.”

Fear disappeared with an answer.

The upper limit cloth murmured.

“Maybe……. ”

When he began to feel the abnormal air currents within the pagan, the upper limit of the sky might be related to him.

Upper Hancheon looked at Mt. Moon, suppressing uncomfortable feelings.

* * *

“This way.”

The month of Gisan pointed to the front and said,

Damho drove his black ears in the direction of the month of Gisan without a word. Afterwards, the brothers of the South Palace followed.

In the direction indicated by the month of Gisan, we saw a river with open floors. All I had to do was walk across without having to get on the boat.

It was always like this while I was here. The month of Gisan was led by a group of guides. When I followed his lead, I found a way to wonder where there would never be a way.

He seemed to be communicating with something invisible. I felt a mysterious energy when I watched him mutter with my eyes closed.

I wondered if I felt the gaze of progress and the month of mourning looked at him.

“It's only a day's walk away. ”

“Yes? Yes! ”

For some reason, the feeling of being stabbed in the heart was a blur. The moon smiled lightly, whether it was funny or not.

No one was as easy to understand as progress. I couldn't hide it because all the emotions were revealed in my face. That's why I liked progress more.

Shortly after crossing the river, the sun began to set. Then the brothers of the South Palace and the Liberation Army came and found a place to stay homeless.

“I think this is a good place. ”

When the progress of the war determines homelessness, the Southern Palace brothers pick up the branches and set fire to the campfire. In the meantime, the dustbin started unpacking and preparing for dinner.

The month of Gisan approached the side of the dam.

“Lord, rest now. ”

He lays down his burden on the black ear's back, as if it were natural. His attitude towards damho was not such as to extreme it.

After leaving Hell, he behaved in a respectful manner. I took it for granted that such a month would be a burden.

As Damhoe sat down, the month of Gisan approached the Progress of the Dust.

“Can I help you? ”

“I don't have one.”

“Can I be your comrade? ”

“That's..... ”

Progress made a tough face for a while. Because it was burdensome. But I couldn't resist because I saw the face of the month of mourning looking at myself in the clear. He nods countless times.

“Thank you, Confucius. ”

She smiled brightly with the permission of the Liberation Movement.

He sits next to the progress of the dust and watches him cook.

“Oh!”

“Ah!”

Then I sometimes burst into awe-inspiring admiration. He said he would be a comrade and admire the culinary skills of the advancement of dust.

He asked me as if I had remembered the progress of cooking for a long time.

“But how did you end up in hell? ”

“Somehow. ”

“Yes?”

“Haha! You don't believe me, do you? ”

“Yes!”

“You may already have guessed, but I'm a sorcerer raised by the Angel Society. ”

“I knew it!”

He nods as if he knew the progress would be made.

Hell was never a place for humans to live. There could not be a normal human being who survived there.

“Aren't you surprised? ”

“Should I be surprised? ”

“I don't usually want to. ”

“I was surprised enough when I first saw you in hell. ”

“I see.”

This time, the month of mourning nodded.

“I was told that the Lord and the Angel are Iron Cheonan supporters. But am I being cautious or not? ”

“I certainly hate angels, but strangely, you don't feel that way. ”

“Haha! Thank you. In fact, if Confucius doesn't like me, maybe he's scared. ”

“No way?”

“I mean it. If Confucius hated me, he wouldn't accept me. ”

“Umm!”

“One of the things I want to tell you is that even if I'm a sorcerer, I know very little about Angelism. It was a hell of a time when I was just catching the horn as a sorcerer, and I went in there on behalf of everyone. ”

The snow of the month of Gisan became cold.

He said he went in on behalf of everyone, but in fact he was forced to go in.

The ‘gap’, later called Hell, was a mysterious space that no animancer had ever experienced, and a world without any information. There were few who were large enough or reckless to enter at my feet.

The month of July was also one such person. I didn't want to go to hell with my feet. But he was forced into it by a thousand men, and he spent a long time there.

Because of this, he had rather a great grudge against angels. It is because I have been locked up in hell for a long time before I can establish my identity as a sorcerer.

He always smiles on the outside, but in fact his chest is filled with cold hatred and hot vengeance.

I asked for progress.

“Is it really that kind of space where there's nothing? ”

“That's …… Ah, the food shop. ”

“Yes?”

At the end of the month of Gisan, I looked at the pot that had been placed on the campfire by surprise. I smelled food burning on the bottom of the pot. The dustbin wiggles the nesting pot.

I turned my sighs and turned my head, but I didn't see the month of my birth. I went to the side of a new wall.

“Phew!”

The progress sighed.

He knew that the month of birth had deliberately avoided the answer. But I couldn't ask anyone else if I didn't like it.

Jingyeo repressed his curiosity and refocused on cooking.

“Lord!”

The month of the month of Gisan cried out. But Damho didn't answer.

Damho's eyes were glowing scarcely even in the dark. I felt horrible emotions about the appearance of such a wall.

After many years in solitary confinement, his emotions were worn out and he thought nothing could frighten him, but Damho shattered his pride.

But even so, the gaze of the Wall was different from usual. I felt even scarier.

“If I make any mistakes..... ”

I frowned all of a sudden.

Because it smelled familiar.

For months to come, decades later, it smelled like home embraces.

Scent of Saihan alchemy.

Normally, a smell that no one could ever feel was pouring into the wind.

At that moment, the eyes of the month of Gisan changed sharply.

He follows the wall like a hollow man, moving his steps toward where the wind blows.