Descent of Demon god

Piri, Piri, Piri!

The situation control room's phone is ringing.

The director who was staring at the CCTV was stunned by the number on the Interphone and received the phone.

"Yes, this is the head of the control room!"

What's he doing?

You hear a loud voice full of unpleasantness in the handset.

He didn't even have to face it in person, but he posed as if he was very embarrassed or excited.

"I'm sorry, cow."

Songura... How far are you planning on sending that freight truck?

The director was frustrated by the sound coming from the handset.

'So you've been watching.'

It couldn't have been invisible.

The location with this Interphone number was the highest point of view for the entire headquarters of the Muslim Association.

The cargo truck was speeding towards the death toll.

The goal, of course, was the headquarters building here.

"Cho, Secretary. I don't think they're ordinary masters. I handle firearms freely..."

Activate the EV field.

"Four?"

EV field.

It is a device that scatters energy present everywhere.

Since the dismantling of MS Group 15 years ago, all technical equipment associated with them has been recovered and banned from use by the State Department.

A lot of wiring was buried deep underground, leaving it as a solution to avoid the hassle of tearing up the entire site.

Of course, this was the official reason why the Muslim Association knew, and the deep details behind it were unknown.

"Mr. Secretary, the use of EV fields is officially prohibited. If the majority of the council disagrees...."

What do you think we're doing?

"Ah!"

There was a council meeting going on in the conference room at the prison. It was possible to establish rules at any time.

Then there will be no special problem for certain uses. Except for one thing.

"But if you use the EV field, it will be okay for your allies too."

The worst disadvantage of an EV field.

It is impossible for anyone in that space to emit Jingi.

It scatters energy everywhere.

Would there be a lot of advantages in that? Would the enemy have the advantage?

The Director of the Situation Room was silent about what the Secretary Director heard on the phone.

If we can't release Jingi out of the body like he said, it will be difficult to deal with the majority, even if he is an absolute master.

'Not really.'

The dean nods, making sense.

Even though the escort was broken, there were still thousands of Muslims in my area.

"I'll do as you say."

Cock, cock!

It ended up disconnecting the intercom without saying anything.

The conference room on the 30th floor of the Moorish Institute.

A middle-aged man in a big blue suit who hung up his phone looked at the long meeting table.

Whew!

A hologram device was spinning on the chair.

Most of the people who attended the meeting were in holograms.

There were only about six attendees.

A middle-aged person with a circular impression sitting in the second seat of a hologram asked.

If the problem is serious, you can postpone the meeting. Director Kwon.

"No. What could be more important than launching a bridge? Representatives of the Association, please resume the meeting."

"I suppose so."

As Kwon moved to his seat, a lively man in a blue suit in his late thirties held a meeting again.

The plaque on the table at the top is written as a literary form for the representative of the Muslim Association.

He was a student of the Moorish Association and a director of the Oshin Group.

* * *

Boom!

A speeding freight truck is over the middle of the Muslim Association site.

The notice was imminent.

The rainbows holding the steering wheel were sharply alert.

On the road to the dungeon, a vast number of Muslims could not be counted by their eyes.

'My mouth is parched.'

There were a lot of great masters, even though I felt a flash of energy.

Once they found their destination, they surrounded it like they couldn't send them into the dungeon.

The reason they didn't come forward was because of the numerous spheres of flame that were provoking around the truck.

Glug glug!

The Muslims who tried to overthrow Hubong and Moon Ran-young in barrels guarding them like kidneys fell out.

Nevertheless, I constantly lunged, but at some point I stopped it and gathered in front of the prison.

What are you trying to do? '

It was a moment of curiosity.

Fast!

At the same time, the sphere of flame that was circling the perimeter of the truck disappeared.

It was not by vain and Moon Ran-young's will.

"This?"

The millennium frowned.

The surrounding natural energy rapidly dissipates.

It spread throughout this area.

'Is that it?'

She had experienced this phenomenon once.

It was an EV field experienced in a hidden sector laboratory run by the MS group.

"Huh?"

"The rod. All the energy around it is scattering."

The two men on the truck were embarrassed by what they had experienced for the first time.

In case of vanity, I flew with strength into the sword, but the moment I escaped the sword, I scattered and disappeared.

"This is embarrassing."

The inability to release aircraft meant inability to mount either in-person or long-range attacks.

"Done! Success!"

"Waaaahhhh!!!"

The Muslims shouted.

They were gathered in front of the prison when they heard the EV field would be activated in advance.

Even an absolute master couldn't cast such tricky skills as a sword or a winning sword, so he was able to come close and fight.

"Take the shot!"

Pod!

He flies his new sentence toward the truck, as if the Muslims were waiting for him for the shouting of the heads of each party.

I was eager to go to war when I saw them screaming in droves.

"Cheonmyo, Cheonmyo. What do I do?"

I was embarrassed by the Muslims.

At this rate, I might have to abandon the truck.

Those who came from the forefront were more than super-pretty masters who knew how to open the river and the sword.

"Huh. You're not stupid."

"Yes?"

It was a thousand years ago that I lost interest in how I couldn't even respond properly.

The name was Moorish Association.

I wanted you to react at least as badly as I did.

"Shakenna."

"Yes, my lord!"

Glug!

Shakenna comes through the driver's seat.

"Huff!"

I knew what she was capable of, but I was surprised by the sudden appearance of the barrel.

"Wow. Humans are swarming. It's good to have one."

Sakena lets out an elastic tongue.

I felt like I was looking at food, not as an enemy.

"Paige it."

"Yes!"

She answers in a murmuring voice, placing her hands on the truck's centerpiece.

At that moment, the aura of the spark emanating from her hands began to become more and more transparent throughout the truck.

Speechless!

"What?"

"The truck is becoming transparent."

The Muslims rushing toward the truck are confused by the strange phenomenon.

For such Muslims, the chiefs and masters of each group came to grief.

"Never mind!"

"It's just magic! Advance!"

As the leaders reach ahead, the Muslims rush toward the truck screaming.

"Hiya!

Whoo-hoo!

The one in the lead was a gigantic steel sword with a golden sword dragon seal about two metres across the battlefield, trying to cut down the truck in half.

At that moment, something amazing happened.

Bloop!

"What?"

His sword shatters the truck.

However, it was not an inch, but a passage.

The truck doesn't stop, it moves forward.

Boom!

"Woo!"

He wants to hit the truck with a panic. He tries to stop it with his dagger, the Golden Dragon Sword, but the truck itself passes through.

It was the same for other Muslims.

Bloop! Bloop!

"What the hell is this?"

"Truck!"

The Muslims on the front shelf swung their swords and conduits to crush the truck, but it went straight through the truck, and even through their bodies.

"You bastards!"

Ugh! Bloop!

As the truck passes by, I see the people inside. I'm surprised. I swing my sword at them, and they pass by.

"Stop it! We must stop it!"

"How do you stop this?"

We could not be sharp enough to touch each other.

Surprisingly, the truck was cleared and passed away as if there were no more than 3,000 Muslims.

And then I got to the Muslim Association Jail, where I was trying to stop it.

"This foolishness..."

“They let the enemy through."

The Muslims were stunned when they saw the truck standing in front of the entrance to the prison.

For the first time in the history of the Muslim Association, I sent my enemies home.

In front of all the power in the world.

Wiiiing!

As the door to the cargo compartment of the truck stops, there are about fifty people with red marks on their black shirts.

They were the elites of the deputy chairman's deputy office, which consisted of super-pretty elites at the peak.

"No. That outfit..."

"Bridge!"

Their clothes were traditional martial arts outfits.

The Muslims in the Muslim Association who recognized this did not hide their embarrassment.

I wonder what kind of enemies would do this madness, but who would have thought it would be a misguided bridge?

Grrr!

"How dare those remaining members of the Bridge raid the headquarters of the Moorish Society, the center of the Moorish jungle!"

The Golden Sword Dragon Sense of the electric station moves forward as it sharpens its teeth.

He was furious from standing in front of the prison where he saw through them.

Tak!

"Thank you ball."

Then, next to him, one of the five militant groups of the Muslim Association, Harbor Master of the White Battlefield, approached and grabbed his shoulder.

Unlike an angry sensation, he opens his mouth with a relaxed face.

"They are not fools. I can't believe you would try to hit this association with that much power."

"The centurion was right."

Zec!

Another force of force, Shinsando King Hundred Thousand, commander of the Naval Stage, approached with his tongue.

"It's not a good thing they're here on their feet because of what they did in Jeremiah."

"Yes. We can certainly use them as an excuse to deal with the remains."

The protagonist agreed with that.

Then he looked at the martyrs who got out of the truck with a calmed face and said, "How much sense have I regained?"

"I see. The nobles are right. They've just come into the culprit's jaw, and they're excited for no reason."

The only retreat was blocked by more than 3,000 masters.

Moreover, the headquarters where they grabbed the truck and arrived was not just a notice.

Executives of the association were meeting, including a microscope of one of the great masters, Yang Yang Yang Yang Xiang 24093.

By now, they'll have figured out what's going on and come out.

It was literally a situation of retreat for the martyrs.

Tak!

At that moment, a thousand fathoms descend from the jewelry side of the truck.

Followed behind him were Herbong, Moon Ran-young and Shakenna, who were deputy chiefs of the subcommittee.

As the millennium approaches the back of the truck, the churchmen kneel down on one knee and shout in a loud voice.

"Long live the Catholic Church! Hooray! Hooray!"

In this way, the Muslims could see that she was the leader of 1,000 fortunes.

"Is that the leader of the rest of the martyrs? '

The Muslims in the Muslim Association with the years could not conceal their curiosity.

They remembered all the fuzzy faces because they had fought many times against the misunderstood bridge, the Black Sky Company.

Who the hell is this guy? '

"Was there such a young man? '

Just by looking at his face, he looked like he was only in his early twenties.

Even if he tries to explore with an open mind what level of master he is, the EV field scatters all his energy, making it difficult.

'Hmph! It doesn't matter anyway. Aren't they all supposed to be dealt with?'

The Golden Sword Dragon Scroll comes forward and shouts.

"How dare those remaining members of the Church raid this institution! You have no idea what it's like to live. Get on your knees and surrender now!"

I could see how thick the inner air was just by looking at the loud voice.

The Golden Sword Dragon! '

"You're the commander of the battalion. '

The Muslims in the Muslim Association, who had a lot of commitment to his shouting, shouted with a loud voice.

"Surrender now!!!"

The unity seemed to be working.

The bluff beside the millennium raised its eyebrows and said as if it was annoying.

"Lord. I'll kill him right now." "

Zec!

She raised her hand to Heo Bong and asked him to hold still.

Then he took a step forward and said to the Muslims,

"Listen to the children of the Muslim Association."

Unlike the book, it was not a shout.

Nevertheless, it was clearly heard by all Muslims in the deep air of their voices.

If it weren't for the EV field, those with weak internal air might have internal injuries.

'It's a ridiculous internal air.'

The faces of the masters of each group were stiffened.

As the masters of the image listened to the voice of a thousand women, the dimensions recognized another inner air.

It was shivering enough to give me goosebumps all over.

Then she said.

"You foolishly rebelled against the Catholicism."

Along with that, she turned around and looked at the mosque house.

"Today, the Muslim Association will pay for it."

Pot!

At the end of the sentence, the thousand women rushed up into the air.

As I stepped up the air like a staircase, the Muslims of the Muslim Association were surprised and cried out.

"Oh, my God!"

"Huh, it's empty!"

Only a master of the microscope could unfold.

Originally, she was able to fly into the void, but the EV field did not allow her to flow through the atmosphere.

What the hell are you doing? '

Continuing to climb up, the gaze of the Muslims was focused on the shape of a thousand years old.

It was about 20 stories up in the air. She gripped something with both hands.

Whoo-hoo!

At that moment, something blurry was caught in the hands of a thousand women, and soon it turned into a giant sword.

I couldn't help but be amazed by the Muslims who were watching below.

It was never a sword.

"No, that's ridiculous."

"Is that an invincible sword?"

The shape of an intangible sword in the hand of a thousand cubits was enormous, up to twenty meters long. Even in its enormity, a sharp gesture erodes all sides.

"The Master of Life and Death?"

Only someone who has reached the age of life and death can handle an intangible sword.

However, the size of the intangible sword was so large.

I had no idea how vast the internal air would be to make an intangible sword of that size.

"Now, hold on! Yes, what are you doing?"

I was embarrassed and yelled at the Golden Sword Dragon feeling I was staring at.

Currently, the direction where the Thousand Wolves were holding the invisible sword was the Moorish Society Hall.

I told them a thousand times.

"That's what this is."

At the end of the sentence, she swung the giant invisible sword she was holding in her hands.

Goooooooooo!

A giant invisible blade slams through the rooftop of the dungeon building.

Kuaaaaaaang!

Along with a loud noise, debris splattered from the building, and the invisible blade dug under the building.

"Oh, stop!"

"No! Eeeeeeee!"

The Muslims shouted as their eyes widened.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwabang!

A building modeled after an old Muslim monument to the Muslim Society. It was splitting in half.

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