Volcanic Sphere

The body of the supernova was red with blood.

I didn't know how many of the pagans had been killed.

He really did his best. I fought harder than anyone to save one more. But no matter how much they kill, the pagans come endlessly like ants crawling out of ants' dens.

I was exhausted before my health. However, Chongyeon exercised his power of ecstasy with malice.

It was then that a young monk came running and called him. Guangcheon, the warlord, called him. Ultimately, he fell back and went to Guangcheon.

When the supernova arrived, I saw familiar faces around Guangcheon. Thousands, Chungcheon, Thao Sow Moon, and the young unaccompanied Muslims. They were all young writers who were called upon in the current account.

Guangcheon looked at the supernova and said,

“Amitabul! Are you here? ”

“Sir.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't listen to you. This is the end of the day. Perhaps this sin will sink into the pit of hell and you won't be able to wash away thousands of years of repentance. ”

I couldn't say anything about the look on the face of Guangcheon, who seemed to have lost the whole world.

The words of Gwangcheon continued.

“Amitabul! We're going to make a chain with them here. But not even you. ”

“What does that mean? ”

“We'll buy you some time, so lead the young and the blind out of the mountains. ”

“Sir!”

“I know a way out of Socheon in secret. Follow him. That's the only way to keep the power intact. ”

He bites his lips with all his might to make it bleed. I know what Gwangcheon is saying.

“Al…… I will. ”

He barely replied and looked around.

The look on the faces of the young unarmed was not bad enough. Among them, the most glorious one was the one with the enemy in Sorimsa.

I have lived a lifetime in Sorim Sa. His voice was in him and everything was different. I thought I had to leave the place and escape, so I felt like my heart would be torn.

I also wanted to stay here because I felt like it. But I couldn't. For it was clear that many of the feasts of Sorim would disappear into history if they were wrong.

He had a responsibility to preserve the Feast of Sorim and to keep the disciples who had not yet survived. That was the only thing Guangcheon wished for him.

The young monks and Sami wins were only looking at him. Socheon was forced to cool down.

“Amitabul! Follow me. From now on, I will guide you. ”

Socheon deliberately turned around coldly. But in his heart, tears of blood were flowing. His disciples, who followed him, were also shed with tears of blood.

‘It must come back. ’

‘I will definitely come back here. Until then, just leave it blank for a while. ’

They made a commitment, and they made a commitment.

They greeted Guangcheon with a snowflake and moved their steps. Followed by the young scribes of each parish and the unruly men of the Mourim.

Gwangcheon said to Choi Yeon-un, who was walking last.

“Please take care of our children. Early Grenade.”

“I will surely protect them. ”

“Where are you going? ”

“I'm going to the volcano. ”

“Amitabul! Kangho owes them a great debt. When they were in crisis, we had nothing to help them with. Give it to the Volcano Master. I will repay this debt even if I die. ”

“I'll tell you that for sure. ”

“Thank you! Go ahead. ”

Gwangcheon turned around first.

Kwakwakwakwakwak!

The fireworks were shaking.

Gwangcheon sways the red lyrics and steps into them. The disciples of Xhosheon and Sorim turned their heads and put their backs in their eyes.

The director of Sorim, the former spiritual master of Murim, was walking to his own death.

They shed tears of blood and deeply imprinted it on their hearts.

‘I will never forget. ’

‘Surely, surely, I will come back here. ’

They made a vow, they made a vow, they took a step.

“Huw!”

The supernova sighs as she looks at them from behind.

I knew this would happen. So he insisted on retreating to Guangcheon and Thorim's concubines. But they rejected the opinion of the supernova and eventually faced the worst.

‘If I insisted more strongly, would things have changed? ’

I knew it was a useless assumption, but regret was pushed away because my heart was too heavy.

It was then.

“Don't blame yourself too much, Brother Sec. ”

Chungluck approached him and comforted him. He nodded. Now was not the time to blame, as he said. I had to get them out of here safely no matter what.

The supernova called for the month of December.

“Do it, Saucer. ”

“Tell me."

“How's your body? ”

“It's the best.”

“Thank God. Then take the disciples of the Sea Nam Pharisees down first and see if there is no ambush. ”

“Got it.”

“And a brother-in-law. ”

“Speak.”

“Take the disciples of the Brotherhood and take the wounded. You must not leave one fallen person here. ”

“I will follow your orders. ”

Seokwon and Chungwoon retreated with a siege on Choi Yeon.

After that, he summoned a few people to make a decision. The young unarmed and the soldiers followed his orders without saying a word.

There were no feelings of jealousy or timing.

There was too much hypnosis for them to have feelings of Jill. The supernova in people's brains was a glowing star.

Heroes born of the world of fronts. I followed him with one heart, as if everyone was possessed. However, the bosom of the supernova, the party that gave the order, was as thick as a large rock.

His destiny was too heavy on both shoulders. I wanted to share this burden with someone if I could.

"My friend!"

I wanted to see Damho.

But within days, he shakes his head and erases the meditation.

Just because I miss someone who isn't here doesn't change anything. It was time to focus only on the situation before my eyes.

* * *

The whole world has been burning for a thousand years.

The Four Kings of Heaven were crumbling in flames. The golden wounds were melting in the flames.

Hell burned everything. As if it were an endless roar, I ate and erased everything from a thousand years of sobbing.

Upper Hancheon and the Army General looked at him without saying a word. Their faces were crossed.

Seolim, the Northern Township of Moorim, Jungwon.

After a thousand years of reigning at the top of the river, a giant, a dysfunctional man, stopped the marching.

“Finally……. ”

“I've fallen.”

The fact that they defeated the Shaolin with their power, not anyone else, caused their emotions to be shaken.

The monks of Thorim were indeed persistent. They persistently grabbed and stretched out to the last one of the pagans. Because of that, the damage to the devil was also enormous. Much more people died or were injured than expected by the upper limit. Because of that, his heart was heavy.

It was then.

“Just as the darkness cannot cover the sun forever, Mado will never win. Right now, it looks like the darkness has won, but we can't stop the sun from rising tomorrow. ”

Their voices echoed before their ears.

Everyone's gaze turned to the owner of the voice.

The bloody old man was looking at them with his back on a large tree. With his left arm cut off and his knees broken, the old man who looked at them was Gwangcheon, the master of Sorim.

The Chief Justice smoked a life.

“Are you still breathing? Thank you.”

“Phew... I think there was a wife's gaffy. ”

“Huh! Does his Buddha not save the lives of old people? ”

“Hahaha! How can you be born a man and become a thousand...? If you don't, the Buddha will... just... hold on... and give you a hand... ”

Gwangcheon burst into laughter. But there was no life for the living in his laughter.

Two of the military commanders joined forces. Even though Guangcheon was the master, he could not be beaten by two people. Eventually, he collapsed, and he was barely holding on to the last remaining handful of internal combustion.

Numerous people died.

The disciples of Shahrim who followed him, the unholy ones who were in the mud to protect the mud. Many others died.

The Holy Land of Immortality, which was full of fragrance, was filled with only Phoebirin. After many years, the blood aroma engraved on the mulberry tree will not be erased. However, what Gwangcheon can laugh at is that the rhythm of the sound is not completely disconnected.

I can't avoid the fall right now, but the screams will rise again.

‘If I were a Cheoncheon, I would be able to raise my voice again brilliantly. ’

So I could die laughing.

Because his death will be a great fertilizer to revive the Shaolin.

That's how Guangcheon took a breath.

Watching the dead light spring in a tranquil manner, the upper horizon shines with its eyes.

“He who cannot be weakened in the future can never die laughing like that. Thank you. You've lost power. ”

Upper Hancheon found out why Gwangcheon died laughing all the time. Not necessarily, it was a car that thought his enemies were less powerful than he expected.

He asked if there was an urgent nature.

“So you're saying that the Shaolin and the Mourim Blind have lost power? ”

“I see.”

“I can't believe I'm using this trick. ”

The river drove him away.

Many of the masters who were boasting of the Shaolin and the Mourim Blind died in his hands. His anger and thirst have yet to be relieved, though his whole body has been watered down with blood. His thirst was the kind of thing that could only be solved by finding the last one and casting down the iron of the condemnation.

At the side of the river, the Chief Justice raises his voice.

“By the way, I don't see a kid named Chang Dragon Nebula or a little girl called Sorim's Hope. We need to track down and eliminate the followers immediately. ”

“Yes. They will surely be a great consequence. This opportunity must be removed. ”

“Let two men lead and track their men. ”

Upon permission of the Upper Hancheon, the royal guard and the armed officer march into pursuit with their troops.

Yosaran opened her mouth when she saw the sight.

“Do we really need to do this when we've already won? ”

“The little fire that was left is coming back to life to burn the mountain vegetation. So the fire should definitely go out. ”

“But……. ”

“You've weakened your mind a lot, too. Is the sequelae of fighting horse-drawn horses that big? ”

The upper cloth glances at Yosaran with its cool eyes. Then Josaran was forced to gag his lips.

It was not an atmosphere where she could be alone with Gus. The pagans were intoxicated by the sense of victory. It was clear to them that no matter what she said, it would not work.

Whew!

She was forced to sigh secretly.

I didn't know exactly how many people died in Mt. But it was clear that at least thousands of unarmed persons had lost their lives. The blood they shed seemed to be watering the sky of Thorns red.

Then a middle-aged woman approached the upper ceiling and said,

“Military! Congratulations on winning. ”

“Thank you, Abu. ”

“All of this is thanks to the excellent insight and ability of the military. The Teacher is going to make a big hit on the military ball. ”

“Of course I just did what I had to do. ”

“Our work is not done yet. We need to build an altar here. As soon as the fire goes out, I will build the biggest altar in the world and stay here. ”

“Everything will be what you want it to be. ”

“Thank you.”

I greet Sanghamcheon with gratitude and look at Shaolin, who is frightened with cold eyes.

Shaolin was now turning into a handful of ashes. The foreground, the statue, and the topping became white ash and were disappearing from the world.

‘I will build an altar there. I will build the greatest and most magnificent altar in the world and will announce the majesty of the headquarters under ten thousand thousand. Now no one will dare to call the headquarters a' pagan church '. ’

The Midianites who followed her were already preparing to build an altar.

I needed a sacrifice to stay, but I didn't need it this time. It was because he had already offered the sacrifice.

There was a subtle morale in the eyes of the Monkey, but no one noticed it.