Descent of Demon god

"Ha, pathetic"? '

The great masterpiece.

It officially refers to the top five Muslims registered with the Muslim Association.

How desperately I've worked to earn this honor.

"Inouohom!"

When I said insulting myself, I was furious, and I swung at the checkpoint.

There was one thing that came to my mind as I got to the scope.

'Plum Blade.'

It was a technique that shredded the blade and detonated shrapnel.

It was usually used as an unnecessary sword, but I didn't expect it to be used as a fragment of one of the Volcanic Boar Swords.

52517;!

Fragments of the sword that had fallen from the ground protrude up in unison.

It was simple, but never simple.

The trail of flying pieces of sword contained a group of twenty-four Plum Swords, so it seemed like a lot of Plum Swordsmen were working together during the inspection.

'As soon as you try to stop the debris, they will burst and smaller debris will dig at you.'

This is not to be used when distracted.

It was wicked that herbivores desperately tried to kill the opponent as descendants of the Orthodox cult and the title.

Zec!

As expected, she raised her hand.

I thought they were going to try to stop the shrapnel with a sword or a sword.

"Quite an amusing attempt, but a thoughtful idea."

'!?'

Boom!

When she lowered her hand,

Papa Papa Papa Papa Papa Papa!

Fragments of the blade that were extending towards him are plunged into the ground by an enormous amount of rage.

Unh!

Kwakeun's face hardens to that state.

The blow of contrition was inevitably blocked.

'....... my... my empty...'

It was quite shocking, but Gwakeun stumbled and vomited blood again.

"Eww!"

It was due to the heavy lifting without settling it down while injured from the duel.

I barely got to the center of what I almost fell, and I stared at her.

How did I end up with a monster like this? '

The Charter of the Covenant.

There are many rules in the Moorish Association.

Among them, the first rule that Muslims in the Association must follow.

Be sure to fulfill five commitments from the Association that are delivered to the Charter per year.

There are exceptions here.

Treatment increases as the number of Muslims rises, and Muslims above the tomb (21359;) can reject the Charter three times.

[Go to Jenam-si and look for the comradeship of the Merchant Group.]

This was the rune up of the volcanic sword.

I asked the executive of the Muslim Association who delivered the Charter.

[They're being monitored by the Moorish Association branch in Jenam, right?]

[...... I guess you haven't heard yet.]

[News?]

[Seven halves of the Muslims in the Jenam-si branch who participated before the gate in Jenam-si City were annihilated, and all the remaining Muslims in the association have requested their resignation.]

[Does that…… make sense?]

7Hale's death and the others' departure meant that the city was completely out of the influence of the current Moorish Society.

[The HQ is very concerned about this case. I urgently ask you to stay in Breast City even after the Gate transition is over.]

The city of Breaststroke is very close to the east of the city of Jenam.

Jundong of Mathematics.

It was the thing that the Muslim Association was most wary of.

That's why we've been monitoring the remaining forces for 27 years.

[Understood. I'll take care of this.]

Like the film, Gwakeun's feelings now recalled the memories of two days ago were regretful.

It was a waste of one right to refuse, and it was so close that I accepted it, but who knew this would happen?

Huff!

You continue to bleed from your esophagus.

"Ha… ha…"

My internal injuries were worse than I thought.

Even if I tried to pull the air up, it seemed difficult to do more than 5 stars.

It was already defeated.

Who the hell is this guy? '

The fact that he even stopped the sword from winning was clearly more important than himself.

No matter how much I opened my heart, I could not guess what I was capable of, and it meant that I was on or above the pole of the microscope.

You had a hysterectomy? '

Other than that, there was no way to explain that youth.

Gwakeun opened his mouth, enduring the pain of the boiling meadow.

"Cough… you… are the remnants of your martyrdom?"

I asked myself just in case.

Interfering with their work was more likely to be related to the dragon group.

The millennium shifts its fingers slightly.

Shhh!

"Phew!"

Gwakeun urgently steps aside.

A sharp gesture passes by his side due to the slight distinction.

The blade marks are drawn straight on the floor.

"You make a sword without consciousness"? '

This is what anyone who raised the sword wanted.

Kwakeun had to admit.

He was an absolute man who could not be defeated.

"Funny how you can call the Headquarters in front of me like that."

Contrary to saying that it was fun, the voice of a thousand women was not so cold.

Even when he ruled, few people could say that it was Mahjo, the expression that exalted the Catholicism in front of the thousand leagues.

'That's right, Bridge.'

Kwakeun's expression darkens.

It was because of the concern of the Muslim Association.

What the hell are you? Were there any other monsters in the church besides the Black Magazine or the Plaza? '

The Black Horse was the star sign of Cheonwoojin, the bishop who was locked up in a secret prison.

And the storm was the Great Lake-law of Marathon.

They were the reapers of the Black Sky Company's reputation 27 years ago.

In particular, Cheonwoojin was a former master.

Kwakeun was originally a member of the Muslim sectors, but after being enlightened twenty years ago, he was able to climb to the top of the scope and take his place as a vacancy.

Grrr!

You grind your teeth as if you were angry.

'...... idiot. It doesn't matter who it is.'

I was ashamed, but I had to run.

If I became obsessed with fame and fought, I could be held hostage or die in vain.

'If I get caught, the Muslim Association loses important power. And we need to let them know that there are monsters on the bridge.'

He gave me the constellation in my head to live on.

It was a cliff that couldn't survive otherwise.

'This is retreat. Retreat…'

Bloop!

"What do you keep mumbling about?"

"Aniet?"

Suddenly, a thousand leagues of new blood reached his doorstep.

The confused Kwakeun tried to retreat as he stretched his sword to a strong checkpoint.

Shhh!

His right arm is cut off in an instant.

"Shhh!"

The pain of the severed arm was unimaginable.

However, it was the mastermind of the microscope that was able to use the body more freely than others. I was able to fully control the sensation of the cut in that instant.

Wook, wook, wook!

'Hang in there.'

It was because I knew it was the end of the moment when it was shaken here.

Kwakeun pulls something from his left waist with his left hand.

"This is the worst. I never thought I'd get to use this. '

It was something similar to a grenade.

Full Name M94.

A special scintillator that is twice as powerful as the M82 used by Humans.

Light from millions of candela and sound from over 200 decibels.

The massive amount of light blinds both eyes at once and causes permanent auditory damage with enough decibels to burst the eardrum.

'I can't believe I'm using what I used before the gate against humans.'

Pot!

Flashbang, which was set to explode as soon as the pin fixed to the belt was unplugged, exploded in less than a second.

With a dazzling light, even the sound of a dolphin bursts out.

"Hehe!"

Even with my eyes closed, it was bright in front of an enormous amount of light. Even though I blocked the sound from entering my eardrums with the principle of using self-defense, my ears instantly froze.

'Four seconds until light emissions.'

These 4 seconds were important.

He faced this massive amount of light head-on.

Even if I closed my eyes for a moment, my pupils would burn and go blind.

'This is the time. We must wounded him and flee.'

I don't think a Flashbang would do this much damage against an absolute master.

Feeling the crisis, I almost had to attack indiscriminately.

However, even if it is possible to attack enemies in front of you, it is impossible to track them with blindness and hearing loss.

Pot!

He closed his eyes and immediately opened his eyes.

It was just then.

Tak!

"Aniet?"

His left wrist is caught.

"Oh, come on. '

Two seconds to launch.

There was still light left.

Kwakeun kicks it forward with his eyes closed to get rid of it.

52517;!

At that moment, a sharp gesture struck my ankle, and there was tremendous pain.

"Shhhhh!"

You open your eyes to the amount of light that fades as she screams.

I didn't know what was going on.

It doesn't make sense that a person who loses his sight and hearing can catch themselves at the moment when a flashing bomb explodes, no matter how excited they are.....

"Yes, you?"

Kwakeun's face pales.

She grabs him by the wrist and stares at him.

I looked at the person who lost his sight and his eyes were open.

"Why did you think you were gonna go by your real name?"

"No, I don't..."

Tighter!

"Oops!"

She grabs his face and slams him to the ground.

Boom!

"Shhh!"

Tata, Tata, Tata, Tata!

And then I found Gwakeun's bloodline.

The master of the microscope, however, was more overwhelming than that, and he had to be constantly beaten by the bloodshed.

'My body won't move.'

Kwakeun was desperate.

The plan to flee even at the risk of embarrassment was completely annulled.

He takes his hand off his face, which was clutching by a thousand women.

"Now let's hear what you've been up to."

It seemed like he was trying to get the information as expected.

I bitten my lips so hard that I could bleed out that Kwakeun was angry.

I couldn't help it.

It was obvious that he would try to kill himself or solicit information after he had been captured like this.

Gwakeun, who was blushing with anger, opens his mouth.

"Kill."

I wanted to protect the rest of my honor.

I was not ashamed to lose anyway.

However, I never wanted to lose just the guilt of divulging information to the enemy and dying.

The angled outline tightens his neck.

"Torture me no matter what. I won't let any information get in my mouth to the rest of the evil Mages like you."

"Really?"

The tail of a thousand mouths rises.

What is it?

Kwakeun frowns.

I showed strong will, but I couldn't figure out why it was so relaxed.

'It doesn't matter, I can endure it.'

I was confident that I could hold my sword to my throat.

But it was strange.

Of course, she thought she would torture her fingernails and fingers, but she kept asking questions.

"Did the Muslim Association send you?"

"Where did you come from?"

"What are your instructions?"

"What do you know about the Muslim Association?"

After asking one question, I waited for 10 seconds calmly, then continued to ask another question.

I didn't know what he was up to.

There are all sorts of questions that you can't even answer. Why does he do that?

Kwakeun was just silent and consistent.

I didn't know what he was up to, but I wasn't going to answer anyway.

It lasted more than approximately 10 minutes.

"That's far enough."

'........?'

I stopped asking the question and said the unknown.

Kwakeun became nervous about whether he would stop asking questions and torture him.

Creepy!

At that moment, I felt something cold and dreary.

I was unable to move my body, but the unique energies were quite unpleasant.

'What? This dreary energy.... What?'

At that moment, his eyes curled.

Glug-ug!

Something blurry appears around you, leaving behind a footprint.

It was like a ghost.

"Hey, what's this?"

When I closed my eyes and opened them, I knew it was a ghost.

I was approaching through the wall of the seafood warehouse, and my whole body was creeped out.

Moreover, ghosts were not one.

Glug! Glug!

They're all over the place.

The confused Kwakeun Yun shouted to the Empress.

"Yes, don't you see anything around you?"

I wanted to know if this was a fantasy that only I could see.

He replied with a bloody smile.

"There's no way you can't see it."

Srr!

Things that looked like ghosts were gradually approaching them.

Due to the increased blood pressure, Kwak Ruen, who was unable to move, cried out as he started the race.

"But are you going to leave them alone?"

Even the roar of Kwakeun Moan stood still.

The ghosts soon arrive near them.

The two eyes of Gwakeun were shaking, shouting, "What should I do?"

Sexual intercourse?

He had no idea, but the ghost's face looked familiar to him.

He was the face of eighteen Plums, including Hanchong, Yunhwan, etc.

"You… these guys…"

Gwakeun's eyes turned red.

'Did you not forget your vengeance when you died?'

Kwakeun felt that these ghosts appeared because they had not forgotten their grudge against Thousand Wolves, the enemy who killed them.

Just now, I felt ashamed that I was trembling because it was a ghost.

"You are the true cult..."

At that time, she asked the ghosts who were having the face of eighteen Plums.

"Did you get rid of all the rats around you?"

'!?'

However, the ghosts nodded their heads as if they understood the words of the thousand angels.

Kwakeun could not fathom this scene.

“What the hell is this?"

“Ah, it was your henchmen, wasn't it?"

I shouted with a terribly distorted face when asked such a thorny question.

"Yes, Inouohom! Plums are my proud disciples of the Great Volcano! Those who despise you..."

Tighter!

"Oops!"

A thousand luck grabbed his mouth.

And he said,

"Shut up. I'll thank you for whatever you do."

"What?"

The words shook Gwakeun's eyes.

If he had not misunderstood it, he seemed to say that the eighteen Plums were made of ghosts like a thousand of them.

"Town, town, town!"

What the hell did you do? '

I protested with my eyes wide as if they were about to explode.

Of course, it sounded just like groaning because my mouth was blocked.

At that moment, a blue light wrapped around his right wrist.

Creepy!

It was the same grim energy felt by the ghosts.

Are you sure about this? '

Puck!

The thousand-year-old's hand pierces his thorax.

"Shhh!"

Standing. Standing.

At that moment, the whole body of Kwakeun dyed white as if the skin of the whole body had frozen.

His body, which was causing convulsions in his body, became rigid and rigid.

The death of the great master, the sword of a volcano, called the pinnacle of the current Moorish, was truly miserable.

Glug-ug-ug!

Soon, a blurry ghost protrudes from his body. It was the ghost of the dangerous entity.

I nodded satisfactorily as I saw Ghost making his face.

"Lucky you. A microscopic goblin."

I was satisfied with the hard to get power.

She mutters as she reaches for the shifting ghost's head.

"Let's see what you've been thinking about my question."

The ability to read the memories of the dead.

Finally, a chance to use it.

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