Volcanic Spirit

The sensory apostles have only one emotion.

So the black man had to laugh under any circumstances.

But he didn't laugh.

And his eyes shook as he looked up.

At the flash of the light, the history was naturally typified and responded. The body first recognized the crisis and wanted to defend itself.

Lee Hwon was so sure.

The black man in front of me is what he has been looking for since his return.

The black man spoke with a full distorted face.

"I didn't want to see you like this."

At the same time his sleeve fluttered, and a dozen or so needles flashed. He is still in the same position when he looks at him after lightly bouncing off with a gesture.

"Didn't you try to do what you're good at?"

The question is whether he tried to run away after throwing memorization.

You couldn't have taken one step at a bit by bit.

Already, the top of the hill was strewn with blood like a spider's web. If you move without permission, some of your body will be cut off before you feel pain.

'It's amazing to know that.’

As expected, the real ones were different no matter what they were.

Moreover, the black man gradually began to regain his smile, erasing his embarrassment. Whether it was desperation or there was still a move left to find out.

"Did you know that human blood is magnetic?"

"Thanks for the good information."

"What's special about the magnetic memory is that it penetrates the pores by itself and stirs the veins with the blood without a break. They said that the magnetic poles I just threw are the best in your field. But the sword, no, the official, hmm!"

The black man relaxed before Lee Hwon.

"What should I say? Please understand that as the first person to recognize your value in the Gangho, you have no choice but to be careful about the title. I've been looking forward to it, too, but I'm not ready yet."

Lee Hwon slowly descended from the air.

The black man exclaimed as if a staircase existed in the air.

"Ah! It's nothing."

Lee Hwon smiled and climbed to the top as if he had encountered an old acquaintance.

"Keep talking."

The black man smiled brightly and said,

"I'll call it a hobby. I think it's the best nickname to symbolize you. So don't think it's rude. Though the period is short, aren't we already close because we thought of you every day?"

"Do it that way."

A relaxed situation ensued, as if competing for who was more relaxed.

"I haven't made any plans today. I tried to lure you out and finish it with force. It was for one thing. I didn't expect Shinma to be this strong."

"No. Your father, Gwangmu Emperor, was really strong. If I were alone, I wouldn't have found you fighting with him."

The black man breathed out as if he had taken off the restrictions of the apostles.

"Hoo! Actually, I sent my immediate men to kill the former and bring the devil back. I've lost track of one thing. So I've been suspicious ever since. Who would have known that the bad stuff in the wall would have turned into a demon?"

"I understand. Usually, just because you're young doesn't mean you're going to be young. Who would have done that if you hadn't been senile?"

"Hahaha, I have a question."

"Are you curious about that woman?"

"Yes, I couldn't get through the Namgoong tax. That's why I don't have any information about her. She called me Chungha. Who could it be?"

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth.

"Who is the Heavenly Dragon?"

"I can't answer that."

The summit of the hill seemed to be a leisurely conversation, but the wind of the sword swung ceaselessly. And the blood vessels permeated with each grain of wind, which was like a dead body.

It is a fact both know.

"It's called Sung-Jaecheon, a mockery. I did everything I wanted to do, but I got to this point. Now! Kill me. Do you happen to know if my statue has been broken for a long time and reaches a halo? I'm sure Lee Hwon will die by giving out any clues he wants."

Lee Hwon stared at the black man.

"The excitement has cooled."

"What?"

"I wanted to catch you because I had debts to pay."

Nor was the black man unaware.

Lee Hwon's words and actions were inconclusive, but one thing was certain. Among the sensitivities, he had a deep grudge against himself, and for that reason, he took some excessive action.

So I used it to plot.

However, he still did not know the reason for the grudge.

"Lee Hwon, you seem to know me from a long time ago. What a bizarre situation. You know I was the son of the Four Lives. I never left the lion forest until I was born again because of the Heavenly Dragon. But where did your grudges come from?"

Lee Hwon fixed his face.

"After twenty years."

"What?"

"Twenty years later I had to die because of you. You and I were brothers, and I named it Soma myself as a hobbyist. But you! I poisoned the alcohol I really wanted to drink. It's a sin that humans should never have done!"

The black man may be thinking of Lee Hwon, who called himself Soma in the Inwangjeon Hall of Ant Cave.

Lee Hwon added his words in a show of anger.

"But you killed me. I didn't know why until the moment I died. One thing I know now. It was to gain the heart and soul of the Shinma. You've been plotting beside me for that for years."

The black man's expression began to wrinkle strangely.

Questions were answered, and new information was obtained.

However, it would have been complicated because it didn't make sense.

"There's no way you're drunk, and you're not going to have a problem with your head, are you?"

Lee Hwon smiled as if his mouth were touching.

"Yes. I'm back from twenty years later. The moment I opened my eyes after I died, it was a volcano. Now do you see why I wanted you so much?"

The black man was dumbfounded that the answer he had expected had returned. He knew about the existence of Cheongha, but did not think it was the Dragon Sword Zone. For those who have not even thought of reincarnation and ice, the return is the vanity itself.

Lee Hwon stared at the black man.

It's no laughing matter.

It is a transfer that cannot be easily recalled even if it is the best local government in the world or a high-profile high-ranking government official.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I see. That makes sense. I knew why the volcano, which was the first of its kind, was so weak that it suddenly became stronger and everything failed. You already knew a lot!"

The black man burst into laughter as he bursted the buffalo.

"But why would you tell me this important story?"

Lee Hwon said with a snort.

"Because the excitement has cooled. I tried to get rid of the cow that killed me. But you're just a front man, too, with the face of a Soma.

“······.”

The black man's eyes narrowed.

Because it's unbelievable.

Hana Lee Hwon turned away, leaving the words behind.

At the same time, the blood that was surrounding the top of the hill also washed away.

"Get out. Go and deliver it to the Heavenly Dragon. Wash your throat, tell them to wait. I'm saying I'll make sure to find him and pay him back."

over and over again

Yi Hwon began to go down the mountain.

The black man watched Lee Hwon grow away.

And only after he completely disappeared from view did he take the first step. He slowly backed away, and as soon as his history from the Danjeon shook his whole body, he was ejected through Yongcheon blood. That's how the tip of his toes turned, and as soon as he opened his eyes with his upper body turned, he raised the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Uh."

But the surrounding landscape has not changed.

As if he had not moved even though he had obviously opened his eyes. At that moment, the pain from my ankle to my head spread like a wildfire.

"Argh!"

The black man opened his eyes when he saw his feet lying a mile away. As soon as I lowered my head, I saw a ankle spilling out blood while being neatly cut off. Then a sticky whisper penetrated into my ear.

"Was it good?"

It's Lee Hwon.

Lee Hwon, who had disappeared under the mountain, appeared behind his back.

While the black man was enchanted, Lee Hwon whispered one more time, covering his shoulders.

"Queen! I was ready to die, but it was nice to save you, wasn't it?"

The black man twisted himself into a strange sensation rising deep in the lungs. Tired of getting out of Lee Hwon's clutches, but his body didn't listen.

"Was it a lie?"

"Soma. In about eighteen years, you'll tell me this. It's more effective if you take it away when you're relieved that you're alive. So now, have a drink and watch them laugh in case they die soon. That's what I'm saying."

Then the smell of alcohol passed under the black man's nose.

"Did you go to get the wine?"

Lee Hwon tilted the bottle and exclaimed.

"Ha, that's right. I feel like this. Eighteen years later, I felt as good as I am now. The look on the faces of the men who died reassuringly, as you advised, was just like your face now."

"You crazy!"

At that time, Lee Hwon, who was behind his back, gathered from the front as if he were scattered. He stared at the black man with his hands wrapped around his face.

"Cheonryong! Are you watching? You see, this is what you've been wriggling in the dark for decades? Wait a little longer. You're next to him!"

At that moment, the black man's eyes were glazed with a curtain over them.

The same was true when Chen Ryong was possessed by the apostle, who was dying under Mudangsan Mountain. The black man was bewildered by what was going on regardless of his will.

"Come on, wait! He's a heavenly dragon. Still what I have to do,········."

Yi Hwon pushed his blood vessels in both hands as soon as Chen Ryong was about to appear.

Quasik!

The black man's head popped like a pumpkin.

Both hands were clean because it happened in a space that was wrapped in a blood vessel.

"Keu! I haven't said a word, so I'm going to cry."

As he turned around, a bottle of liquor flew in from the air.

It was a mask.

"You said you were an enemy. Will that do?"

Instead of answering, Lee Hwon emptied a bottle of alcohol nonstop.

And only after that did he speak with a relaxed look.

"If he's been growing up for twenty years, he's a real enemy. But now I'm just a servant of the Heavenly Dragon. In the end, this thirst won't go away unless you catch the celestial dragon."

Lee Hwon accepted the drink that Talma had given him again.

This time, I just took a sip and then jagged.

"But you're not very surprised."

The mask grinned.

"You're half-aged and you're either possessed or reincarnated. Besides, I'm the weirdest. I think I was good at hiding my temperament from birth, and it doesn't make sense to learn neoplasty just by looking at it. I understand that everything is Shinma. In that sense, I think the best brother should have gone back."

"Crazy guy."

At Lee Hwon's words, Talma giggled and added a horse.

"I like you more, too. If we were close after twenty years, wouldn't we get closer in twenty years?"

"Don't be so mean. I'll just eat and throw it away until I catch the Heavenly Dragon."

The mask snorted, shaking a leather bag with alcohol in it.

"Hung! Where would someone like me go to get a brother like me who is too bothered to go around buying drinks?"

Lee Hwon has given up his appetite.

"Let's continue our relationship even when we really die."

"By the way, isn't it a very important secret that you've returned? Can I tell Chan-ryong like this?"

"I've already got everything I can get. Kang Ho's situation has changed completely from when I lived. And there's no difference in human character in one day, so it doesn't change even if Cheon-ryong knows it now."

At that moment, the mask gave out an exclamation.

"Oh! Then? If the person you experienced and the person you are now doing something different..."

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, then he knows. And that young man is the servant of the Heavenly Dragon."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun