Volcanic Sphere

30 Ch 2. Never forget grace nor grudge (2)

The young man's legs fluttered.

One could see that the young man was not in a position to fight.

The progress was troubled by seeing such a young man crying. The young man was an acquaintance.

Little by little, it was the name of a young man, and yet one of the few people who took care of the progress.

“Brother!”

The Progressive Democracy called for a minor name. But Sothong looked at him as if he had not heard his voice.

Janghan's name was Zhang Han, who was personally married to his younger brother. However, the sober eyes of the younger generation did not contain the warmth or personal cleanliness of the old days.

You have to kill the little girl to buy yourself.

There was only one thought in the golden man's head right now.

“I'm sorry."

The golden medallion swung its sword toward Socho Lee.

“Ugh!”

Sothong was frightened, but instinctively lifted his sword and prevented the golden attack.

Hush!

The sound of striking the sword echoes into the air.

“Wahaha!”

“I'll bet on the older one. ”

“Ah! I don't think so. That young man looks so bad. ”

“All right! I'll bet a silver coin on the young man. ”

The bloody bandits made a bet with laughter and chatter.

The life of the golden prize winner and the little one became someone's entertainment.

“Those brutes! ”

“Brother!”

The people trapped in us and the progress of the dust shed tears at the sight of hell.

Even though it was only a day ago, the sight of those who took care of each other, their brothers and sisters, risked their lives to fight was hell.

“That's ridiculous. Why did this happen.... ”

A thick drop of tears poured out on the cheek of the progress.

The world he knew was falling apart.

The world that he belonged to, became his fence.

His father died, and his acquaintances were fighting each other with their lives at stake.

“This is a dream. It would be a dream.”

Progress bowed and murmured.

In the bare spirit, the dust in the landscape was escaping reality.

Spatula!

“Argh!”

As the sword of the golden prince passes through his wrist, he screams loudly. Blood was flowing from the iron arm. However, the golden statue was attacking again without even bleeding.

“Die! Please die! Cha Myeong.”

That's what the golden statue said with its bloody eyes.

Small-timers shouted.

“What's the matter with me, brother? ”

“I'm sorry, but I have a family. ”

“I have a brother-in-law when I go home. ”

“So you said you were sorry. ”

The golden statue wields its sword with the sound of a whale. It was like a demon.

The demons burst into the Park Daejeon Hall looking at the two men.

“Look, isn't the older one better? ”

“Damn it!”

Small names were already blood.

He was also deeply wounded on his shoulders and abdomen and appeared to be in danger of stumbling.

The Golden Jubilee strikes the last shot at Minseok.

“Argh!”

His screams echoed into the night sky, and the small-minded man no longer moved.

The golden statue sat on the floor and burst into tears.

“Fuck! Fuck! ”

My hands trembled less.

I realized that I killed the one I called my brother with my hand. Then he realized what he had done and fell to the ground and wept.

“I'm sorry, Cha Myung. I'm sorry. Uh-huh! ”

He rubs his bloody hands on the floor. Still, the smell of blood was not erased.

“Tsk! That's not funny. ”

The driver's tongue was full.

His face was full of annoyances. I wanted to have a more fun fight, because I won the taboo prize too unilaterally.

He looked at the clams. Then his clan nodded and again approached the cage where the people were trapped.

People's eyes were furiously avoided. No one here wanted to kill a protégé with their own hands.

How frightening the sobbing of the sobs seemed to tear their breasts.

‘Fuck! I don't want to do that. ’

‘I'm not going to live like that. ’

They didn't want to be chosen by the clan. But the God of Destiny cruelly turned away their aspirations.

“Take this guy and get him out. ”

This time it was the merchants in their early forties who were nominated by their ancestors. They were both members of the Silver Merchant Guild, and they usually shared a very rich division.

The clan also threw a sword at them this time.

“Hhh! Fight. ”

“You filthy bastards! I will never be your entertainment. ”

A criticism of a stiff character among the merchants stared at the clan. Then his clavicle kicked his tongue and looked at the other.

The merchant Seongcheon also shook his head.

“I wish I was dead. I can't do anything like this. ”

When the two men came out surprisingly strong, the clan looked at the bronze button with a distressed expression.

The driver laughed.

“Hahaha! You're a good man. Yeah, sometimes those guys are in the world. ”

He woke up in his place. Then I looked at the brochure with the eyes that the demons were interesting.

There was a strange fever in their faces. They raised their voices, imagining what would happen next.

“How dare those bastards refuse our entertainment. ”

“Hhh! How could the Grand Master kill them? ”

“I'll bet you a penny on my life. ”

“Then I'll bet a penny on dying. ”

A gamble broke out in a single breath.

The roaring voice of the demons resounded in the quarry, and the people trapped in us became even more frightened.

A noisy voice raises its head.

I saw the driver approaching the merchants. His face was wrinkled like a demon.

“Huh! How dare you disobey me? ”

“Is this what humans do? Hold each other's swords and fight against each other. ”

“So you can't do it? ”

“I can't even die. ”

The criticism came out loud.

It was a criticism among merchants of the Silver Merchant Guild that there were poisonous forces. He didn't die at all in front of the broom.

A normal person would have winked at the criticized eye. But his opponent was no different.

There was no reason for him to die because of the glare of criticism he had been scolding here for so many years.

“That's a good price. So you can't fight? ”

“Yes!”

“Then you must die. ”

Dongdae smiled ‘See-Ik’.

Bang!

“Huff!”

At that moment, the criticism was struck by the large fist of the bronze button and the temples fell.

The criticism puffed with bubbles.

The driver grabs the necklace of such criticism and lifts it up.

“It's good to have strength, but you have to do it by looking at people. Hhh!”

The dongdong touched the criticism and the eyes.

Criticism was already insatiable. So I couldn't even make eye contact with the brochure. But the jaws of criticism were forcefully lifted.

“I didn't even know the subject. That's why you have to die. ”

“I……. ”

Pueblo!

The head of criticism returned to the fist of the cocksucker. But he didn't even fall. Because the driver was still holding the collar with the other hand.

The driver punched again.

A fist of a man who is not ordinary and who has learned nothing. It was no different from the horror.

Boom! Boom!

The punch of the bronze button followed by the face of criticism was intense.

The flesh tore and the blood splattered. His face was swollen and his figure could not be recognized.

Criticism has been a long time since I lost my mind. And yet, the flute didn't stop punching.

“How dare you! ”

The eyes of the cocksucker were raging even in the darkness.

People died in his appearance, like crazy dogs. It was the same for the fiends who were making bets.

The demons intuited that their eyes were turned back. I knew what calamity would come when I touched the jackpot.

“Stop it. Please!”

Chongcheon, who was worse off, pleaded with Dongchu. However, he did not hesitate to resort to brute force.

His violence ended when criticism stopped responding.

Furry!

Criticism was as broken as a well-chopped coconut. The slight undulation of the chest only tells me that he is still breathing, and I could not find any sign of life.

I looked back at the people who were trapped in the cage with my eyes fluttering before my brother lived.

“Is there anyone else who can disobey me? ”

“ ……. ”

Everyone killed their breath.

I dared to disobey him.

“Hhhhh!”

The laughter of an autograph drew people's hearts. Thereby the heads of the people shriveled even more.

The gaze of the brooch passed through the people who were trapped in the cage one by one. Then the place where we stopped was where the progress was trapped.

“Pull that fat guy out. ”

“Yes!”

The men pulled the progress from the cage and brought it to the front.

The driver smiled as he watched the progress.

“Fatso, do you want to live? ”

“Yes! I want to live. ”

Progress nods. Then the driver lifted the sword into the hands of the advancement.

“Then kill him. ”

This was a criticism that was barely breathing.

“Me, I can't. ”

“If you don't, you die. ”

“How do you know a person……. ”

“Hmmm! You don't think that coconut is more important than your life? Kill him. Then you can live. ”

The driver smiled.

She thought she saw a demon in the face of such a jackass.

The driver grabbed the sword of progress with both hands, reaching out to criticism.

“Oh, no! ”

The progress was desperately shaking his head and trying to hold on. However, there was no way that young progress could sustain the strength of an unarmed man who had learned to fly like a jack.

Less!

The hand holding the sword trembled. But I was approaching criticism little by little.

“Please……. ”

Violence shakes his head with malice. But the brooch was not flattering, but empowered his hand.

“Wahaha!”

“Kill him! Fatso. ”

“You have a good experience today, fatso. ”

The demons burst into laughter at the sight.

The merchants trapped in us in the fierce madness that dominates our guts shed tears.

“This is hell. ”

Everyone wished this hell of a time was over.

Argh!