Volcanic Sphere

Woe to you, chapter 4. The breeze that passes through is not always warm (3)

I remembered the life in the eyes of the Milky Way.

“Cheap!”

Until now, I have never seen anyone who speaks arrogantly like a wall. Everyone was busy bowing their heads when they saw him and desperately trying to look good in any way.

However, Dam Ho was crushing the pride of such a clergyman.

“How dare you be such a cripple….. ”

It was the moment when the young gentleman threw up his voice before he lived.

Bang!

Suddenly, a sound rang out.

Then someone who turned into a bloodbath flew through the Milky Way and backwards.

Dozens of them flew and rolled around the floor and were brushed without strength. This was the junior who was usually cared for by the Milky Way.

Even though I was working on a note, I was looking at him with great talent and good personality.

I don’t see a vibrant face. It was a long time since the eyes of light lost focus.

His face, which had already been suffocated, was questioned. Because he didn’t even know why he had to die until the moment he lost his breath.

“What do you mean?”

Bang!

The moment the question arose in the face of the Milky Way, the brain exploded again.

“Argh!”

Someone’s screams are ringing behind you. Another life that crumbles without a doubt.

Death rains like rain.

“What do you mean?”

In the eyes of the Reverend Master, I saw his men flying back like cannons. It was Damho and his fist that took his place when his men disappeared.

Hands closer to a dull jewel () than fists. Every time his fist stretched out, his men scattered blood and died.

Breaking down the wall is a replenishment.

Sexual spine that extends at the same time.

It was a mere repetition of two movements that were frightening. Nevertheless, none of the disciples received a single herb of Damho.

Boom!

If you block it with your forearm, it breaks, and if you block it with your leg, it shatters.

Bang!

“Argh!”

An unattended man with a crushed chest bone flew away with a desperate scream.

Damho was a disaster.

You can’t stop it, you can’t defeat it.

At least not for the unarmed here.

“Wow!”

Unmanned people run around like locusts, avoiding the walls. But no matter how they move, death comes as fate.

Kwaaang!

Three unattended men flew into one room of Damhoe’s shallot at once.

“Stop!”

Eventually, a younger gentleman drew his sword like a lightning bolt and blew his body at the wall.

Tsutz!

Azirani blooms on his sword, and a sharp sword is formed.

Chuhon Sumra.

It was the name of the vinegar he spread.

It was as fast and powerful as the name. Kyung-hyung thought that even if he could not kill Damho in this way, the massacre would be stopped.

‘His left leg is weak. ’

Damho was terribly strong. However, weaknesses certainly existed for him as well. It is the left leg that is not sacred.

His sword was aiming for the left leg of the dam.

Like a swallow that flies by the surface, the new life of the Milky Way is humbled and springs to the wall.

Shuaak!

The sword flew as low as its bent waist. Like a venomous viper, it’s clandestine and sharp.

‘That’s it.’

In the eyes of the Milky Way came the light of joy. The sword went straight to cut off Damho’s ankle. He was confident that the damho would be inevitable.

Suddenly, the left leg of the wall was slightly raised. As the Sword of Reverend Master passes beneath his feet in vain, the dam-ho strikes down his feet again.

Kung!

“Argh!”

A new voice came out of the mouth of the Reverend. His eyes widened with disbelief.

His sword was trampled at the foot of the wall. With that shock, the hand of the Swordsman was torn and blood was flowing.

Light Cheonan tries to pull out the sword that has been trampled under the foot of the Wall. However, he did not even glimpse his black face as if pressed against the pebble.

‘This is ridiculous….. ’

It was the moment that Milady raised her head to the pressure to process felt through the sword. Suddenly, the knee of the wall expanded full of pupils.

Bang!

“Boom!”

After an unexpected shock, the head of the Milky Way bounced back. The nose of such a clergyman was made as if struck by a hammer.

“Profit!”

With a painful new voice, the Milky Way man tried to fight with his bare hands.

Bang!

At that moment the knee of the wall was once again intense on his face.

Kwachup!

The clergyman felt his facial bones shattered with a cracking sound.

The scream didn’t even burst. Again, the knees of the wall were intense.

Fuseok!

Blood splashed everywhere. There was a mixture of fuzzy substances like tofu in the blood.

His body was crumbling.

His men killed his breath. There was a light of disbelief in their faces.

Three knee attacks cut off the breath of the Milky Way. The face of the gentleman who rolled around the floor was made unrecognizable even in its original shape.

He was not such an easy man to die.

The clergyman was also a master of ten fingers in the lodge. More than a million Kangho masters died in his hands.

Such a master lost his life because he could not open his fist properly. A terrible thing happened in front of their eyes that they had never imagined.

The cool eyes of the damho turned towards them.

In his eyes, there was neither the joy of winning the Milky Way, nor the joy of the winner leading the situation.

There was only murder in his eyes.

His lips were rubbed, and a rough, turbid voice gushed out.

“You didn’t prove it in the end. ”

“Ugh!”

“Why do you have to live…. ”

The fear of the survivors reached the pole as the sound of the dam rang.

“Ah, every evil. ”

“Run!”

The survivors splashed everywhere. But not a single one of them escaped.

Argh! Argh!

Numerous crows were singing in the air. But not a single one came down to the ground.

On a land full of death, only one man stood.

The man with all his blood on him was Damho.

They didn’t even speak behind the scenes until the moment they died. I didn’t ask because Damho wasn’t so curious either.

They cursed the damnation.

You won’t be forgiven.

Heaven will bring down the punishment.

It wasn’t even funny. It wasn’t a fight he was fighting. It was a fight they had walked into. Damho had no intention of avoiding any fight.

Damho looked at the catastrophe he had created. I felt no guilt. I was afraid instead.

I feel confident even if I create this catastrophe.

I felt like I had become something other than a human being.

At that time, something glittered in the view of the dam. It was rolling around the wretched Milky Way.

The object picked up by the dam was the tombstone. Handed over to the owner of the Silver Merchant Guild, Assistant Lighter.

The rarest thing in the world turned around a few times and came back to him again.

I thought that Damho might be the monster that drives this guy to death. Everyone who owned the tombstone except him is dead.

The tombstone in your hand was glowing with a sharp glow.

Damho looked at the tombstone for a while and put it in his arms.

* * *

Seocheon Mountains nested under a mortar rod at the eastern end of the Cheonan Mountains.

It was five years ago that Seocheon Cabin first settled under the mortar rod. At first, it felt like a lodge, as its name suggests, but it grew rapidly for five years and now it feels like a muram moon.

Seocheon Cabin was covered with secrets as much as a tall wall. Who owns the lodge, what the power is, what the purpose of the lodge is.

It was the time of the bloody typhoon that came three years ago when the Seocheon Mountains were inscribed as Moon Pagodas.

The bloody wind was a horde of demons who used to ride in the desert. Its size was not comparable to that of a bloodbath.

They raided merchants across the desert, snatched their belongings, and dreaded a corpse while committing slaughter.

Hundreds more people died, tens of thousands were robbed.

A few of the more impoverished New River’s most powerful munitions joined forces to subdue them, but were rather annihilated. The bloody winds swept the desert and meadows like a gathering hall.

Because of this, the merchants’ steps were cut off and no one sought to trade with the West.

At that time, they were the unmanned men of Seocheon Cabin. Seocheon Cabin was powered by a bloodstorm that swept through the desert.

Seocheon Cabin, which had the potential for bloodshed, once emerged as the emerging strength of the New River Mourim. Their influence grew year after year, and at the end of the day, the Shin River also had a power within three fingers.

All of that was accomplished in just five years. They’ve only done five years of hard work over generations by the elite Moon Clan of Chungwon.

Seocheon’s Cabin remained silent, but people came to them endlessly. Some to solicit, others to incinerate. And some are waiting for a line.

The door of Seocheon Cabin was always wide open for such people.

“What brings you here? ”

Gatekeepers asked for the purpose of the visit.

They were called doorkeepers, but the prayer they felt in their bodies was not unusual. Visitors were not able to conceal their shriveled expressions in their prayers, intense enough to come up with an admirer named Seocheongshan.

There was a man and a woman in the middle of a long line to enter the Seocheon Lodge. The black elderly and the prominent beauty were blackness and imprisonment.

The two stood in the middle of the procession and waited for their turn. Their appearance in that way did not seem very different from that of others. Because of that, the gatekeepers didn’t care much about them either.

Shim Jaok looked around Seok Cheonan Lodge with a sharp look. However, it was almost impossible to discover something from the outside of Seocheon Cabin surrounded by high walls.

A wall about this height encircled the entire courtyard. It looked more like a castle than a chaplain.

Jail burst into admiration.

“Awesome. How good would it be for us to have a wall like this? It’s much better looking. ”

“Being tall means that there’s just as much to protect. We don’t have much to protect. ”

“That’s why it’s a problem. It’s like a beggar.”

The prison snorted.

“Everything is a last-minute savings……. ”

“So you end up being a beggar. ”

“Phew!”

Black fury sighs.

Then it was the two of them. The gatekeeper asked.

“What brings you here? ”

“I’m here to see my landlord. ”

“For the eldest?”

The Gatekeeper’s eyes glowed. The prison did not miss such a change of gatekeeper.

I knew it!

The sheer glare he showed was never of the nature that a doorman could have.

The gatekeeper asked again.

“You promised?”

“No.”

“I can’t see you without an appointment. ”

“Is that so? Tell me about it. A visitor came from the vein of blood. ”

“Did you say blood clotting now? ”

The face of the gatekeeper changed.

“Yes! I am Jail, the smallest of the bloody membranes. ”

Smile at the mouth of the prison.