Volcanic Sphere

“Umm!”

With groaning, the advancement turned around. One day, the body of the Dust Progress was soaked in cold sweat.

Damho looked at the appearance of such progress without saying a word. Immediately after he had exterminated the Milky Way and his companions, the Dust began to suffer.

I started losing my mind to high fever, and sometimes I saw things in vain. I was nauseous and now I only have yellow gastric fluid.

His eyes lost their firearms and he had a seizure in his tinnitus that came up suddenly. Once I lost my mind, I couldn't wake up for three or four days.

The progress was getting a little weaker. If time passes without dealing with it, it will eventually die without restoring its health.

Damho did not tell the Progressive Democrats that he had killed them. But the dustbin noticed instinctively. It was because of the ferocious blood gushing from the body of Damho.

The body of the man who kills a person is full of morale and blood. The same was true of Damho.

Damhoya was not affected because she had so strong physical and mental strength, but the progress was different. Dust was just a normal person.

It was a boy who could not learn to fly, and could not see anywhere where his mind was stronger than others. I couldn't handle the blood flow and morale from the dam-ho's body because it was so ordinary.

Damho came out rather than looking for progress.

The place where he and his advancement resided was a large pasture not far from the wheat fields.

It is not a typical ranch, but a horse breeding place, where people stayed here during the spring and then moved south with horses to avoid the cold in the fall.

Only a minimal number of people remained in the ranch to manage. The owner of the ranch gave the guests hospitality to Damho and Jingprogress.

The object was located on the outskirts of the ranch and was completely secluded.

Purr!

The black ear approaches as the dam-ho comes out.

The black ear did not leave the side of the wall without tying the reins.

Then someone approached the side of the wall.

“That's a great thing to say. I've worked at the ranch my whole life, but I've never seen such a good guy. ”

The old man who gave the admiration was the golden crown cloth, the owner of the ranch. Gwangcheon was a native who had worked here his whole life, and now he inherits everything to his son and manages it alone.

Now that it was spring, the children who had left with the horses would return. He was waiting for his children and hordes to return.

The golden cloth was looking at the wall and black ears with its ageless, pure eyes.

Damho taps the black ear's shoulder and looks at the golden crown cloth.

“Thank you for giving me a place to live. ”

“Isn't the child sick? Of course you do. ”

Gwangcheon smiled.

It was a selfless smile.

“By the way, what should I do because my child is so sick? ”

“Are there any senators around here? ”

“As you can see, it's an endless plain, but there can't be a congressman. ”

The observer's answer frowned.

A man with more than a certain amount of free air could inject the inner air into another man's body to boost his appetite. But Damho couldn't.

The innards that were piled with dark air were so rough and devastating. As soon as he enters the body of progress, his heart will be torn apart.

At that time, Gwangcheon said,

“There's only one way. ”

“ ……. ”

“Do you know what a red marlin is? ”

Damho shakes his head. Then he nods as if he knew it would happen.

“It's probably the first name I've ever heard. I barely even know the people here. I've only seen it once before, so I did my best. ”

“ ……. ”

“Five hundred leagues north of here, you get the Red River. Even the water that needs to be clear because the soil is red looks all red. Deep down, there's a fish called Honeygourd, which is the best way to boost human morale. Grab him and feed him to the orphans and he'll be up in no time. ”

“Five hundred leagues north? ”

“Yes. It won't be that hard to find a way. The problem is that the Honlin Goose isn't usually hard to catch in secret and ruthless. Growing up, it's almost half the size of a monster. Because of that, the people who live there treat the Honglingor as a relic and do not even step on the Aye River. ”

Since then, Gwangcheon has explained to Damho in detail what he knows about the Honglingor.

“I'll ask him to wait until I get back. ”

“Don't worry. Even animals can't give up when they come to my home.It's a human thing. I'll take good care of her. I hope you catch the Hongkoren. ”

“Mmm!”

The dam-ho literally climbed into the black ear. There was no hesitation, no hesitation.

Gwangcheon admired it.

‘This man is a kind of practitioner when he decides. ’

Many people live in the world, but not many of them move their thoughts into action. Few of those few people had the strength and the ability to make what they wanted come true.

Gwangcheon thought that Damho belonged to very few of them. I felt strongly about it.

The black ears began to sprint at a frightening rate.

Hot vapors bloom from the black ear's body. It seemed like Aziarang was blooming.

Damho became one body with black ears.

More than five hundred lees were quite far away. But I wasn't so worried about the wall. Because I have black ears.

If it is a black ear, you can reach the Red River where there is a Honlin Goose before noon tomorrow. The question was, until then, whether or not the advancement of women persisted.

"Hang in there."

I ran day and night and arrived at the Red River as the steward had said.

Purr!

The black ear is exhausted and gives off a rough nose. Damho stroked the mane of such a black ear.

“Well done. Take a break. ”

From now on, it was his.

After freeing his black ears, Damho approached the Red River.

As Gwangcheon said, the river and the surrounding soil were red like blood. Because of that, the river that had to be clear looked all red.

Damho put his hands in the river on one knee.

It was cold. The river still did not escape the aftermath of winter, as opposed to springtime in the wind.

Damho raises his body and looks around the river.

The Red River was vast, but long enough not to see the end. It was a landscape where a fish called Honlin Goose could live long enough.

The question was, where does the Honlin Goose live here? First, it was my job to find out where the Honlin Goose lived.

Damho's eyes stared into the sleep.

Peggy!

Blood was flowing from the object in Damho's hand. The object that was shed was a hunting goose right nearby.

Damho threw a goose in his hand and waited in the river. I've traveled all the way up the river so far, but I haven't found any trace of the Honglingor. It was close to impossible to find the Hongkorn hiding in the water.

But I didn't give up. I hunted ducks and geese nearby, threw them in the river and studied the changes.

It was a very long time ago, but I didn't give up. This was already the twentieth time.

After a long wait, there was no change in sleep. It was time for him to move back to his place.

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, a bubble began to rise to the surface.

Damho's eyes were deeply silent.

Puhuk!

At that moment, a huge amount of water burst into the water. It was almost a monster fish close to this old lady.

The surface of the monster fish, which seems to have greatly enlarged the fish, is clearly shining with a red scale.

Damho intuited that he was a Honlin Goose. His large retina bears a mural.

The Honlin Goose disappears into the water with its goose in its mouth. There was no way that Damho could use his hand because it happened so quickly and came out of the middle of the river.

But Damho was not disappointed. It was a great income just to find out that this area is his home.

The question is how to catch him.

Just as he identified him, he also saw himself.

Depending on how he judged himself, it was clear that the Holy Grail would be broken.

Damho roams the river and picks up trees.

I woven a raft of seemingly useless weeds and trimmed a thick tree with only an adult forearm to make a wooden deck.

After roughly preparing, Damho rode out into the middle of the river on a raft. I sat in the middle of a small raft with a patriarchal seat.

And I closed my eyes and waited.

One shijin, two shijin. I waited for the evening to pass, but there was no change in its sleep.

There were usually many living creatures around these rivers and streams.

From grasshoppers to fish, to wild animals looking for water.

But there was no sign of life here. The worms did not weep, nor the wild animals here. I couldn't even feel the reaction of the common fish, so I was full of tents.

It is because the Honlin Goose has eaten everything that approaches them. This is the realm of the Honlin Gourd, so it was clear that other creatures were not fooling around.

I heard from the manager that there are quite a few Hongkoers here. But the only thing I feel right now is a giant Hongkorn.

There was only one thing to tell.

"Did he eat all his people? ’

The one that Damho saw looked four times bigger than the one the caretaker described as a monster. Even though it was about that size, it seemed like a real monster.

He didn't move. But Damho knew. I know he's watching himself.

He must be thinking about it. How to dispose of a human entering his realm without fear.

Damho was indeed a living creature who had entered his realm for a long time. Of course I couldn't help but spit. Nevertheless, the inability to move easily was due to some reluctance to feel in the body of the wall.

Damho realizes he can't easily pull him out of this state. I needed a stronger temptation to attract him.

Damho draws a small dagger out of his arms.

That drama!

The beaver that shines like a cypher can only make a sound of iron, but not a common sneeze on the arm of the wall. Damho injected innards and drew his forearm.

Then there was a scar and blood bled out. Damho immersed his arm in water without bleeding.

There was blood mixed in the river. The amount was very small, but it was enough to lure the Honlin Goose.

Too-hoo!

The wavelength of the concentric circle was above the surface. It was a subtle change that no ordinary person would ever feel.

Damho opened his eyes.

His eyes were sinking heavier than ever.

Fuchem!

Suddenly, the water bolt burst and the Hongkoren rose. His big mouth blabbers toward the wall.

The Honlin Goose couldn't resist the temptation of the bloodline and attacked the wall.

It was an attack that weighed heavily on the size of this chapter. The fear of being overwhelmed by any creature has overwhelmed the walls.

At that time, the dam-ho floated into the air.

Bang!

The knee of the wall that avoided the mouth of the Honglingor snaps at his head. The head of the Honlin Goose bounced off.

His eyes shake in an unexpected, intense shock. He instinctively realizes that the walnut is not something he can digest.

The Honlin Goose was going to flee into the water like this. But the wall didn't let it go that way.

Kwachup!

One day, the fist of the wall that followed smashed the hard scales of the Honglingor and was thrown into soft bare flesh.

The Honlin Gourd fluttered greatly. His eyes are filled with pain and terror. He somehow shook the wall and tried to escape into the water.

Chuchem!

He fled desperately into the water. But I didn't know that even if I dug into his flesh, I'd lose my fist.

Damho hangs on the flanks of the Honglingor and reaches deep into the unknown river.

Rapid flow of water and tremendous pressure were felt. But the damho did not fall from the Honlin Goose.

If it was water, it was a dam that I experienced to get bored hunting monsters in the underground cavity. He understood the nature of the water quite well and knew how to hunt this type of meat.

Damho raises his hand over his head with a wooden spear.

Inner pores accumulated through the female nematodes were injected into the throat. Immediately, the dam-ho pushes down the wooden beam.

Quad Yip!

The wooden spear leaves only the handle and digs into the trunk of the Honlin Gourd.

The body of the Honglingor fluctuated greatly.

Kwaang!

At this moment, the fist of the dam-ho was intense on the head of the Honlin Gourd.

As if a wall burst, a tremendous amount of water rose above the surface, and the entire river became more red.

After a while, the wall appeared above the surface. The damho comes out of the water with one hand holding the gills of the Hongkoren.

The head of a giant Honglingor disappeared without leaving a trace.

Furry!

Damho throws a huge Hongkoe lightly ashore. The Honlin Goose stretched axially without moving a single scale.

Now you can take the Honlin Goose. But the problem is that the Honlin Goose is too big. The Custodian said you can feed an orphan, but there were no pots of this size.

Damho, who was pondering for a while, cut off the boat of Hongkoro in case he wanted to.

Tuck!

A small stone flows out with the gut.

‘The end of him. ’

I thought that a relic of this size would surely raise the innermost part of my body. Although it is not yet complete due to the size of the inner end, it will have enough efficacy to cure the disease of progression.

All I have left to do is go back.