Descent of Demon god

'They're not idiots.'

That's how I thought of the thousand years I read memories from the ghosts of Kwakeun.

Despite blocking the information and obscuring it as a pretext for a gate transfer, the Moorish Association's suspicions were headed for the Catholic Church.

'It's a refusal to be afraid of the mainland.'

27 years later, it was proof that they were restrained.

But this was not the only suspicious part. The way the Moorish Society reacted was quite disruptive.

According to Kwakeun's memory, the Muslim Association dispatched him by accident just because he was near the city of Jenam.

'You're not conserving power.'

Even in the Muslim Association, the great masters are probably the best.

In the case of Kwakeun, he was also a leader of the volcanoes.

Of course, it may have been under the judgment that a master of that degree would be able to solve the question in Jenam City easily.

'Hmm.'

His memory was not enough to understand the whole situation.

In her mind, she unconsciously thought of the answer, although she didn't answer any of her questions.

But they were very fragmented memories.

If I play it in a movie, I feel like I can only edit and watch the main part.

'However, it was not without merit.'

I got some pretty useful ghosts, and I learned one thing about ear weaknesses.

The number of ghosts around the millennium was fourteen, including the ghosts whose outline had changed.

Five of the eighteen are unchanged.

'Ears can be prevented from entering the body with self-defense.'

Among the eighteen Plumbers, there were those who witnessed their colleagues' deaths and responded by spreading their self-defense to prepare for an unjust attack.

They died, but their ears did not dig.

If you protect your body with strength, the erosion of your ears can be stopped.

'Too bad.'

If this weakness is known to others, it will be used as a solution to prevent ghosts from escalating.

'I don't want any secrets to get out.'

He was cautious as he learned this, so Gwakeun blocked the blood transfusion beforehand so that he wouldn't spread his self-reinforcement.

"Come in."

As the millennium lifts its right arm, the ghosts prowling around him diminish and are absorbed by the protection of the wrist.

Glug-ug!

Any force could only be used when it was needed. Thousand Yeon came out of the warehouse and approached a large RV parked in front of him.

When I looked at the license plate on the RV, I could tell it was a rental car.

Fuck, fuck!

As soon as she reached out, she broke the window and came out with a solid case bag inside.

The bag was made of special alloys and was a fingerprint recognition device.

Of course, it meant nothing to the thousand women.

Piri!

Nano lightly hacked into it and opened the case bag. When the bag opened, a fist-like sphere of radiance appeared in it.

It was the core.

[Estimated to be a Grade A core.]

'I see.'

The vast aura that was felt was definitely an A grade core.

I was satisfied and closed the case bag.

This was the core that Kwakeun acquired before the gate of the breast.

'Lucky me.'

Unfortunately, after obtaining this, he immediately received the Charter and came to the city of Jenam.

Without being able to absorb this core, it was handed over to a thousand women as they faced death.

At the end, Gwakeun, who was dying, came up with this intensely.

"Two A's and one S's....."

I was anxious to get my grades down there, but I only got three cores that were so special for a few days.

This should give us more power.

"Now that we've recovered the essentials, shall we try to recover the others?"

She took her bag and wandered through each entrance of the seawater warehouse looking for the dead masks and eighteen Plums' bodies.

In the meantime, some middlemen and churchmen from the Yongcheon Group arrived shortly.

"Ah......"

The head of carcinoma, Mhymno, did not conceal embarrassment.

Fortunately, the situation was cleared up from a mild line, but they blamed themselves for not being able to figure out what came into the city of Jenam.

"I'm sorry. I should have known."

In fact, it was hard to see that this part was due to mistaken illusions.

The subway station is managed by the Pentagon, so it was hard to notice them coming in in real time.

Since it is the most important means of transportation in this era, it was not possible to plant people because it employs and uses a strictly designated person in the defense department.

Several times, he tried to plant a fake using an inflatable surface, but even his fingerprints failed to recognize the iris.

"I'll see what else I can find out about the people who are coming to Jenam City."

A thousand fortunes were cast on that hallucinogen.

"Take advantage of this."

Tak!

"This?"

It was a ring.

It was like a normal ring, but what did he give it for?

"A guy named Gwakeun was holding it."

"Yes? Gwakeun... Gwakeun, the volcanic sword!"

I was amazed by the words of the millennium.

It was a hallucination that I was aware of, even if I did not join a Muslim association.

Kwakeun was one of the great masters.

I never imagined that one of the top members of the Muslim Association would break in here.

"Director Hwan! Look at this body!"

The carcinoma worshipers who were incinerating the bodies around the fish warehouse were transporting a group of corpses.

The corpse was a real dead end, just as a thousand women had said.

His face was white, making his body look suspicious, but his face looked familiar to him in the photo.

"I can't believe this happened to the volcanic sword in the world. '

It is the strength of the millennium. Of course I knew it, but I was surprised.

It seemed to him that the Great Master was just one Muslim.

What do you mean, "I sent you a master?" The Moorish Society has spotted our birth. '

I darkened the face of the illusion.

When I cleaned up the branch of the Muslim Association in Jenam City, I predicted this situation somewhat.

But I didn't think it would send this much power.

It meant their vigilance was great.

'If the Emperor hadn't come first, the core tablet device would have been stolen, and on the contrary, our side would have been destroyed.'

I took care of Gwakeun easily because it was a thousand years old.

However, Gwakeun, a volcanic swordsman, and the 18 Plums he led, had a very good reputation.

If they had been struck with pure dragon power, they would have been beaten, and the Muslim Association would have been informed that they were about to rise again.

The hallucinogenic voice severely pierces my lips.

"Chunmai, I think the Muslim Association..."

"You must have noticed. Unless you're an idiot."

"...... I see why the Empress asked me to hasten the merger."

If the Muslim Association were this vigilant, it was clear that they would attack from all sides.

The longer the merger, the more likely it was to swing at them.

Eventually, we had to hurry before they even noticed the merger.

"My Lord, what is this? ”

I asked her for the ring that she gave me.

It appeared to be Gwakeun's personal item, but I didn't know why I handed it over yet.

"There is a chip in the ring."

"Yes? Here?"

The ring was very small and thin.

I had a microchip implanted.

"It belongs to the Moorish Society. You brought your phone, right?"

At the end of the millennium, I handed over the flexible smartphone that was worn on my wrist.

When I grabbed my smartphone, a nanoline popped out of the palm of my hand and sent a lot of information to the screen.

When it was all over, she handed the smartphone back to Mhyeong-Oh.

"I put a code in it for the frequency of the chip of the ring."

"Main, frequency codes?"

The horror of the fact that he did it to that short bird did not stop him.

I looked at my smartphone and didn't even touch a finger, but I couldn't understand it.

Then she told him.

"You can use it to build a tracking device, right?"

"Yes, you can."

Creating a tracking device was easy as long as you knew the frequency codes.

If so, we will be able to find out who has this chip within a certain radius.

Even if it wasn't an underground express train station, it was only by setting up the followers outside the site that they could notice their entrance and exit.

'We can stop them as soon as they come to Jeremiah. Ah! "

Suddenly, I thought that not only do I have this, but I also have others.

'Then others…'

"No need to check. Give me your hand."

When she reached out her hand, she put down a handful of her hands from her coat pocket.

It was as ordinary as nails, starting with the buttons.

"Y-you found all of these?"

The mouth of the hallucination opened.

I couldn't figure out what I'd find without special equipment.

But that was not the end of the surprise.

"Take this, too. It's what Gwakeun had."

"Kwakeun?"

I was curious about the case bag of a thousand fortunes.

It was a fingerprint recognition case, but it was unlocked, so I opened it.

"Huff!"

Inside was a core.

You lose your hallucinogenic pronunciation to the core that is exhaling enormous energy.

"What the hell is this...?"

Even before, she seemed to possess many abilities that they did not know, not only indefinitely.

Now it was astonishing and astonishing.

'They are so unlucky.'

He tried to take back the core refining equipment and extract information about the Catholic Church, but he was short of one of the great powers, so even the precious Class A cores were stolen.

Perhaps it will explode.

The thought made me feel refreshed as if I had inhaled a cider.

Even then, I had to lean down to see the Muslim Association, but when they got hit, I was excited.

Then I suddenly became concerned about one thing.

'Ah… this time you will inevitably find out.'

If you think about it, they were in a state of doubt.

However, if you fail to recover the core tablet device and learn that the great master Gwakeun is dead, that doubt will turn into certainty.

"...... Cheonmai. I think we can really get their movement going on this."

"How?"

"Maybe they're trying to pressure us to make sense of the disappearance, or maybe they're trying to go to all-out war before we wake up."

Just out of curiosity, it was the Muslim Association that dispatched the great master master. It was enough.

If that were the case, the merger would have to be prepared for a major invasion by the Muslim Association, rather than a sudden one.

He was worried, and she said,

"That's not gonna happen."

"Yes?"

A thousand years old, I wondered what happened to her.

"How can you say that?"

"Hallucinations. What do you think is the best defense?"

It seemed like they were asking for preparations for the invasion of the Muslim Association.

I said in a heartfelt voice to the distressed hallucinogen because I didn't have the right answer.

"Preemptive strike."

'!?'

* * *

Three days later.

infinity.

Located in the heart of Hobuk Province, in the middle of the Middle East, it is considered one of the safest parts of many cities.

It was because the headquarters of the Muslim Association was established. Hundreds of thousands of small, large, Muslim gates rooted here, home to over 30,000 modern nuggets.

That was the time of infinity.

To the north-east of the infinite hours was the headquarters of the Muslim Association and thousands of square feet of land.

A building modeled after the old Muslim monument and a headquarters building in the form of a house. In addition to this vast site, there were more than twenty buildings and hundreds of arena facilities.

"Ha! Ha!"

The murmurs of the Muslims, filled with the arena, echo the ground.

This was the headquarters of the Moorish Society, with enough force to defeat any enemy.

A large freight truck was about to enter the entrance of the headquarters of such a Muslim association.

Queek!

Barricade the entrance as it descends.

The guards guarding the entrance to the Murim Association have come out and stopped the loading truck from entering.

A yellow guard who looks like a team leader asked you to open the window with a gesture of your hand.

Weeing!

The window opened and the truck driver pushed out his face.

However, the truck driver was quite nervous.

The security guard questioned.

"What are you doing in a vehicle that is not registered for a visit?"

"Well, that's..."

When the guard asks, the truck driver turns his head and looks at the person sitting next to him.

The cargo truck is so high on the battlefield, you don't see any jewels outside.

However, I saw the truck driver embarrassed.

"Yes? Well, if you put it that way..."

The leader of the security team, who thought something was wrong, grabs his hand with the pistol in his waist and grabs him.

"What are you doing? State your business and identity right now."

As if the truck driver was embarrassed, he said with a greeting.

"Well, that's not part of what I do..."

Good boy! Good boy!

Eventually, the head of the guard pulled out his pistol and aimed at the driver of the trick.

"State your business now! Otherwise, it is judged to be impure."

"Hiic!"

Boom!

When the head of the guard gestures, the rest of the guards also draw their pistols and surround the truck.

I was ready to search the truck right now.

"This is your final warning. On business..."

It was then.

You hear the voice of someone sitting next to the driver of the trick.

"I'm here to wipe out the Moslem headquarters."

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