Volcanic Sphere

493 Jn 6. Everything results in one (3)

Damho raised his head and looked at Mount Jongnam, which looks far away.

It was home to one of the Old Moon factions. Although it did not contain a vertex such as a volcano, it was a spiritual mountain that boasted a large enough hug to carry one of the Old Moon. However, Mt. Jongnam was no longer spiritual or peculiar.

There was a huge darkness sitting on Mount Jongnam. Even though ordinary people only look the same, at the same level as the wall, the deep darkness of Mt. Jongnam’s younger eyes are clearly visible.

I almost didn’t have to check with the mischief. I didn’t have to follow the trail of the month of birth. If it was such a vivid darkness, I could have seen it anywhere in the scintillation.

Damho’s eyes were deeply silent.

I could tell without anyone telling me.

I knew his battlefield was there. The Hocheongmen were waiting for themselves there, bowing down to the earth.

Damho took a step towards Jongnam Mountain.

One step, one more step.

I walked so slowly, but never stopped. But shortly after, he had to stop walking. It was not my own will. It was because of a man who was standing in his way.

It was the face that Damho knew.

He was the one who came down the mountain.

“Long time no see.”

He opened his mouth.

Damho looked at your company without saying a word.

The fact that your company appeared itself was proof that he came to the right place. Your entire body was experiencing a terrible scam.

In the meantime, the efforts made by him and the angel to kill Damho were inexplicable.

I used a car kill meter, and I used an absolute cormorant. I sacrificed more than a hundred animancers and put them in hell. But I couldn’t kill Damho in any way.

As if life were nine personal gumihos, the wall was relentlessly revived. The appearance of such a wall was frightening because I was tired of it.

It was a company that experienced numerous unarmed people along the Horn of Heaven, but it was the first time an opponent such as Damho had experienced it. I had no idea what the hell I was going to do to take Damho’s life.

Seeing the face of the Wall now seemed like a new thing to come through. So I was forced to go out myself.

In the meantime, the brothers and colleagues who had been raised with great care were all cut off by Damho and Hao Moon. All those in Jongnam Mountain had to be said to be the remaining power of the Angelic Church.

An intense light flashed from where your eyes were supposed to be.

“You should never have come here. Kwon Ma.”

His voice echoes aloud.

Damhoe looked at you.

Your horrible voice was no threat to Damho. It made your company more angry.

“You will die here today. You must!”

“Out of the way!”

“ ……. ”

A word of indifference made your heart choke. The fact that no word or action could make a rift in his indifferent expression made him even more angry.

“You must die. Do you know why? ”

“ ……. ”

“Because I gave up my life. ”

Tsuuugh!

The energy from his body blooms like a cloud.

* * *

Your company’s original name was the Urinary Tract.

His home town was near the Sultan Aphrodisiac. His village was far from where ordinary people lived. It was the place where the descendants of the Angel Society who messed with the lieutenant in the past lived.

It was an angel who once drove the lieutenant into the Crucible of Chaos. It was the total source of all kinds of magic, like the name of Angelism. Practical magic in Kangho was also easy to learn in Angelism. The angel believed in magic and wanted to take over the lieutenant. But in the face of the heavy resistance of the lieutenants, they were forced to stay tears and retreat.

During the retreat, they were heavily damaged. The unarmed of the lieutenant-general did not brainstorm the retreating angel. They were eager to track down and dry up the seeds of Angelism. That is why so many unholy people of the Angelic Church lost their lives and many visions were cut off.

Angelism, which lost its vision, lost its hope. After losing hope, they built and chipped the village on the side of Chongyeon near Sulsan. So many years have passed.

Over the years, people lost their pride in the past. They were satisfied with their present lives. It became so pure as a wolf that lost its wilderness.

Even a vision barely preserved could not understand the villagers living an ordinary life without sealing it.

It was a small intestine that I’ve been told was extraordinarily special since I was a child. He accidentally learns the secrets of the village, which everyone rests on, and then finds and learns the magic that grown-ups have hidden.

I learned a lot of magic, but I couldn’t learn as much as one. It was a sorcery prescribed by the law.

The book was sealed deep in the village. A number of bronchospasms were blocking it, so even the skilled petri tubes dared not access it.

At first I just tried to give up. But the desire to live deeply in the heart grew as the day went by. Somehow I wanted to learn how to make a deposit. I wanted to learn the golden book and make the world an angelic world again. However, the village elders did not understand the desires of such a urinary tract and rather denounced it.

In the end, the small tube was bullied in the village and always had to stay alone. However, the eunuch never abandoned his desire to learn the golden book, but only wanted the opportunity.

For over a decade.

Opportunities came from a surprising place. I received information that an envoy was passing by nearby. He secretly looked for and observed the apostle.

Windmill or Seowang-Mo Yonghwa were excluded from the objective. because there was no light of desire in their eyes.

All that was left was the transfer of Iron Mushrooms and the death of Hocheon. After a few words of conversation with the escalator pretending to be a coincidence, he was also removed from the list. Because the correct thinker and the ungi did not fit into the urinary tract at all.

This was the only one left. Something unexpected happened when I was thinking about how to approach him. The Ho Cheonan was aware of his existence and approached him first.

The Uranus read greed and fire ambitions in the eyes of the Lakehorse. It was the same for the Horn of Heaven. Hocheongmyung saw a desire to hide deep in the chest of the urinary tract. She has a surprisingly dark desire to resemble herself.

The eunuch willingly became the leader of the Great Lakes, and led him and the apostle to his village. The apostle who was burned in the sense of justice only destroyed the town of the Uranus because he was the descendant of the Angel Society.

In the meantime, the Archangel and the Uranus were able to take the gold from the ban. The one who first cooked the golden book was the Hocheon. He understood most of the principles just by looking at the golden book once. It was a terrifying insight and misunderstanding. To him, however, the book of the Angel was merely a curiosity and not the ultimate goal.

Much was gained by reading the deposits, but his essence was unmanned everywhere. The magic of Angelism was enough to be cooked by the side branches.

On the contrary, the deposit was of paramount importance to the small intestine. He reads the golden scroll, which was a long-standing aspiration, and learns the magic in it. He then abandoned the name of the Urinary Tract and was reborn as your name.

The name of the enchantment obtained by exterminating the villagers, who could be of the same blood type, was called Communist Anaesthesia.

It was a dreadful trick that led the opponent to be depleted of the expedition by misting the entire body with the magic that the archbishop of Angelism had learned.

Tsutz!

Clearly, the human body is made of bloodshed, and your body is foggy and ominous.

The red fog spread widely and swallowed the body of the wall. The whole red fog was just your body. The space in the red fog was no different from the world in isolation.

It is not comparable to the inferno in which the Dam Ho was once trapped, but it was enough space to hold one life and isolate it forever. One of the weaknesses is that the anaesthesia of the commander is spread as collateral to the life of the caster.

Because it was a technique that could only be used to burn one’s life, your company has refrained from doing anaesthesia until now. But not anymore.

Though the angel will disappear from here, he and his lord will be splendidly resurrected from the flesh. In fact, you could have died smiling. By using Damho as a comrade.

“I’m coming with you, Kwon Ma! ”

Your voice echoes ominously in the red fog.

Damho looked at all that without saying a word.

The red bitten world and the gigantic two eyes that watch themselves there.

It was a sight that could be feared by ordinary people, but there was no change in the face of the wall.

A red fog tried to dig through the pores of the wall. Once I dug up the pores, I was able to take full control of my mind as soon as I made a connection. Even if you can’t move your body, you can keep your mind locked up here forever.

It was then.

Bang!

Damho suddenly rolls his feet wide.

It was a powerful foot cloud that shook the earth, right at right angles.

At that moment, the red space created by your company was shaken all over.

Kukuku!

The vibration shook all over her body, and the red fog shook like crazy. Damho looked at the sight in silence.

Your company was angry with him.

“You!”

His voice echoes in the red space.

The wrath and hostility that pierced the sky were contained in his voice. But Damho was reading the real emotions hidden in it.

“Are you afraid?”

“What? It doesn’t make any sense….. ”

“I’m scared!”

Damho’s eyes sank deeper.

Your own voice, I don’t know, contained a feeling of fear that you couldn’t hide. There is a unique breath from the one who is eroded by fear.

Kwaang!

Damho once again made a right angle. Then the red space fluctuated, as if an earthquake had really happened. At that moment, your company was hit hard.

No matter how foggy the body was, it wasn’t even gone. The red fog hits you, and you have a stack of layers.

“Argh!”

Your father groaned without even knowing it.

Damho smelled the fear in his groaning.

Your company has been making fun of Kang Ho’s notes. There was only one man he respected and feared. No one else could stand on an equal footing with him. He leaves everyone in the world under his feet and looks down. And I mocked him as much as I could. But he never stood up and fought anyone.

The other day, even when he was friends with Damho, he only used heterosexual prenuptials to talk far away. He sent his men to fight the Wall, but he only managed to keep himself safe far away.

He who eats meat eats well, and he who kills people kills better.

It was the Ichi of the world.

It was never easy for a man who had never been buried in his own hands to kill others himself. No matter how generous the book may be.

You were the most fearsome magician in the world, but that was all. Magic is scary. He wasn’t scary.

At least you did it in the eyes of the Wall.

Jeebuck!

Damho took a step.

It was a unique step. It was a natural phenomenon that inevitably appeared because one leg was uncomfortable.

It had a deadly flaw as an unmanned vehicle, but the shield was never weak. Even with an uncomfortable body, he strikes numerous battles and crosses countless oblique lines.

He had confidence in himself. He believed in his own innocence and his own will.

Such beliefs were never fulfilled in a day. The adversaries he walked upon hardened the earth, and a monologue was built upon that foundation. He was convinced of himself because he believed in the path he had taken.

That was the difference between you and him.

Bang!

His fist exploded.

It was devastating.

The whole space was shaken again in one room.

“How?”

A light of distrust came to your eyes.

His common sense was incomprehensible. It was impossible for the space created by the anaesthesia to be physically hit. At least for as long as he knew.

At that time, there was an idea that passed through your head.

Volcanoes!

Damho was from the volcano.

His anarchy was so subdued and heterogeneous that he did not mingle with the volcano, but his master was definitely the current true owner of the volcano. Then it was right to see that the essence of the volcano, the mystical species, was followed by him.

Crucifixion was, as everyone knows, a play of magic. because it contains the doctrine of the façade.

Damho punches again. And I lowered the space.

Geez!

“Huff!”

There was a crack in the red space. I saw a blue sky through the cracks.

I could get out at any time if I only felt comfortable. But Damho didn’t. Because it’s easy to handle your company.

If it’s your fault, you’ve done something like hell. The red space you have created for Damho, who has already experienced the Inferno, has not been a major threat.

Your company should have dealt with the wall in vain. I didn’t know it was possible. He did not exist at the time when he practiced sorcery.

Kuquaquaquaqua!

The storm swirled.

It was a storm that created the fist of Damho.

The red space tore out, and the fog evaporated.

It was a herbivore that created and contemplated a large number of confrontations. Over the past year, the dampho has been hidden in the digestive mountains and has also been trimmed with the utmost care.

The wind swirls like a thin condensed blade as it wields its fist. The Blade Wind snatches the red space that you have created, chopping the Mane into pieces.

“Argh!”

After all, your father could not stand the pain and gave a desperate scream. The red space that surrounded the wall disappears like a shadow and reveals your company.

Your kneeling face was truly wretched. The wounds were deep enough to reveal bones all over the body. It was a hard wound to believe he was hit by a fist.

The amniotic vessels cut through your muscles, heart rate, and bones. Because of this, you could not stand by your own will.

On his knees, he looked as if he were a scarecrow standing on a wastebasket.

It was a wound that could not be saved even if there were no more names under heaven. You were already halfway across the road.

Jeebuck!

Damho took a step. It was time for him to pass through your company on his knees.

“Don’t go. ”

Your native voice echoes before his ears. I couldn’t have heard your voice, but I didn’t stop walking.

“Don’t go, Bokma! ”

It was a bloody cry. However, even your cry was not caught at the foot of the wall.

“Don’t go… Don’t say that, you demon! ”

I looked at the back of the wall with your eyes filled with red blood. He vomited his blood and tried to hold onto the wall, but it was of no use. Damho continued to head for Mt. Jongnam.

It was where his master was.

It was where the new world opened up.

I’ve spent the last decades of my life for today, and I’ve encouraged a lot of people to bleed.

That was the perfect day.

If there is no such thing as a dam-ho.

Tutu!

Your eyes were torn and blood burst. Red blood mixed with tears dampened his cheeks.

So far, so many people have shed tears in their eyes, but I really didn’t know they would shed tears.

You tried to put a curse on Damho. Curses that cost you magic, like yours, don’t just end in words. Vengeance could have been mixed with celibacy and afflicted my whole life. That was the best revenge your company could at the moment.

Bang!

But you couldn’t even spit out a horse that was cut in the throat. It was because the strike that struck him without even looking back blew his head off.

Your body, which has lost its head, quietly sits like a sandcastle.

Damho didn’t even give you an eye for falling behind his back. His gaze was fixed on the distant Jongnam Mountain.

The darkness of Mt. Jongnam was getting darker.

The darkness became even deeper in the eyes of the dam-ho.

“Ho Cheon Nam!”

There were thousands of people there, the beginning and the end of all this.

A humid wind was blowing from Mt. Jongnam. Damho advanced with the wind all over his body.