Learn Martial Arts

[See, you were good at running, right?]

The sewing doll sitting on Shanak's head shrugs. The light soaring from the abyss was devouring the slow forest behind it.

Do you really need to run? ’

[Stupid, I don't even have to run. You think I told you to run by yourself? If it is swallowed up by that light, it will be swallowed up by chaos, whatever the apostle is.]

Shanak's stitched doll shoots the question like that. That light. The sewing doll felt the connection with the apostle, Shanak, was‘ getting closer ’. I know what that means. She also understood what the alchemy was aiming for.

There is no need to stop it.

It was natural to think so from a prompt standpoint. Even though she is using her body freely to understand the spirit, the self, and the existence that encompasses her, overwhelmingly among the spirits. The freedom gained through the Chair is nothing but a simple teasing. All rapidity will be. What happens through this technique is nothing bad from a quick standpoint. Of course, I understand that that can be a lot of trouble depending on the circumstances.

[Don't think foolishly, run sweaty on your feet. Do you understand?]

In fact, even if I tried to stop it, there was no way to stop it. It's a technique with that degree of conditioning. It is impossible to stop the practice, even if you are the Invisible Angel, the firstborn who has practiced it for so long.

[Huh?]

It was a fleeing position, but it was no big deal. Fortunately, the speed at which the rising light from Abyss eroded the jungle increased, and I was able to escape without rushing.

However, there is an ominy that has nothing to do with magic. The sewing doll raises its head and looks up. In the dazzling sun. I noticed that there was a ‘Ark’ in Pure St. I didn't know why that crooked rapid was just looking, but it's just an unsubstantiated guess that what's happening in the Amazon is connected to Pure St. I had to let it go because I was afraid it would get complicated.

This is too much to expect. The sewing doll was alarmed to see the falling drave.

[Pure St.! Why?!]

The heterogeneous appearance of the drave. Pure Saint was approaching with a direct assault. The sewing doll, no, the nightmare maker couldn't understand the sudden behavior of Pure St. Why has Pure Saint, so weak and hypocritical under such a dark surface, suddenly made such an ignorant rush?

Enemies? I can't feel them. But the distant chaos behind me makes me feel frightened. It is not a situation to cover up front and back. The sewing doll quickly looked around.

[Fuckin 'hell, it's Myway's pair!]

A harsh insult burst out like her. I know it's not noble, but I had to. Tempest that was madly obsessed with his apostles, and did not cover the front and back of the people who saw the rapids in Abyss. Ironmaids who couldn't figure out what people were fighting in the front yard or what they were doing in the sanctuary. The owners of the apostles who were with the decision maker of the nightmare were the two.

The nightmare maker could be proud that he was a very rational person when compared to them. So I gave up the idea of asking for help. It is better to let them take care of themselves than to take pride away and ask for help. The Iron Maid may not know it, but Tempest will surely come out to protect the Apostle.

“Ugh.”

A short groan flowed out of Shanak's mouth. It was not the first time I had experienced it, but I trembled at Shanak's sudden body.

“Say something... a little...! ”

[That's not the situation!]

“I hate this...”

Shanak's voice fades away. The golden eyes swirl with turbid airflow. The decision maker of the nightmare that ended the extortion never raised his head.

Pure Saint was already down in front. The entire investigation team that ran away stops. Chev, the Investigation Commander, was greatly embarrassed and saw Pure St standing in front of him. Of course, Chev did not know that what was before his eyes was Pure Saint.

“... Drave? Why would you?”

The color of the head and eyes changed, and there was a strange tattoo on the body. What was before his eyes was Drave, the world's most famous apostle. A group of investigators who have known Drave roars.

Pure Saint did not answer to them. I just slowly raised my hand. As she pushes her hand lightly to the side, the entire investigation team that was blocking the front rolls out in the direction she pushes.

“Argh!”

“Go, why all of a sudden?! ”

I ignored even the embarrassing screams. Pure Saint puts down the hand he heard with a calm smile. I pushed those who stood ‘invisible' to the side, and now I see them well.

“Hello.”

Pure Saint's lips were opened. She stood with the apostles and glimpsed Sarah panicking. There was no answer to that sudden greeting.

Drave?

I didn't forget who I was. The more I think about it, the more offensive it is. Sarah didn't have the slightest good impression of Drave. Forcing faith unilaterally with its own nature. Drave's actions made Sarah recall the bishops of the Church who had spent her childhood.

“Isn't this too rude? ”

The decision maker of the nightmare made a voice. She leads the body of Shanak, blocking the front of Pure St. Pure Saint glances at the nightmare maker with a twinkle in his eyes.

“That was pretty much too much. Are you okay, though? ”

“Don't bullshit me. What's there to call a pack? ”

When the nightmare maker refutes, Pure St. laughs with a big smile.

“The decision maker of nightmares. Your immense self, you can't even handle it. And as a solution to that, you've torn yourself apart countless times. ”

Purest approaches slowly. It's hard to stab where it hurts. The Nightmare Decision Maker stares at Pure St. without being introverted.

“That's possible because you were a black wizard who understood souls and beings more deeply than anyone else. But you're not your apostle, are you? Is his mind strong enough to handle your ego? ”

It's a sharp question. You said you were splitting the thread in the face and chattering about harmony. Behind you, you really understood the enemy, didn't you? The nightmare decider raises his hand as he smiles. A large skull rests on the palm of her hand.

“... hum. What are you looking at this body for? Not only Shanak, but no one in this world can handle my ego. Do you think he would have been so stubborn without a single shot at him? ”

“Of course you do. But the fact that you didn't do it means you can't use it completely, right? You're such a strange rapid. A black magic queen who slaughtered the life of a national unit, made him an undead, and built an immortal kingdom. It must have been a toy that made the human soul or body tired, but now you're afraid that the toy will break? ”

“Shh.”

The Nightmare Decider pulls his lips. The swirling air flow in the pupils converges centrally.

“If you talk about a subject you don't know very well, no matter how good a country is, you have to feel bad. ”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I just... don't get it. ”

Pure Saint moved his eyes as he said so. She looked at the colony, Valencia, the secretary, and Sarah with vigilant eyes.

"Perfect."

Pure Saint smiled on all sides.

The three apostles are numerically overwhelmingly disadvantaged. If you ask for help, Highroad will give you money, but you won't have to. Breaking into this situation was never reckless in Pure St. 's judgment.

Tempest saves Seomin terribly. I even proclaimed that I would consume the spirits of my people in heaps and not touch the colony. Strength? It puts a great burden on an apostle who was a strong man in some way. If you are a Tempest for the Korean people, you will never fight. "If I were strong enough, I would choose to flee rather than fight.

I don't know if Iron Maid cares about his apostles or thinks of them as mere consumables. However, Iron Maid, understood by Pure Saint, will never fight with strength in this situation. Because that doesn't mean there's nothing to get. Run away with Tempest, or stay here. ’

Of course, it is only 'now’ that Pure Saint judges. Is Baek Hyun intervening elsewhere, or...

“... we don't have to fight, do we? ”

Pure Saint said so and smiled at the nightmare maker. The nightmare maker was staring at Pure St. without answering. The skull that had risen above her palm was still not fluctuating.

“You too, me too. If you decide to fight, you will surely get the apostle killed. I don't want to ruin my apostleship either. ”

“... what's the point? Why are you here? ”

“I do not intend to harm you or your apostles. I'm just saying.”

Pure St reaches out. She stands behind the nightmare maker and points to Sarah staring this way.

“I just want to enjoy the afterlife with an old friend. ”

“What?”

“I know it's a bad place. So I don't want to take too much time. Plus, it's not suitable for sunset. I mean, I want to move places with my friends. ”

Pure Saint smiled with his outstretched hands. I haven't even heard the answer yet, but Pure Saint slowly walked forward.

“I promise. I'll bet on my speed, and I won't do anything to hurt her. As a wizard, you know how powerful this oath is. That's right."

The Nightmare Decider grabs the skull.

The light is lit from the Seekerman's snowflake. Horns protrude from both sides of the skull. A tightly bitten jaw opens, and the darkness inside becomes a long rod. A white candlestick pops out with the skull's essence turned into a staff. When the Nightmare Decider turns the staff around, the candlestick is lit.

“Because...”

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! The pace of Pure Saint that was approaching stopped. She gazes at the Seekerman fire burning right in front of her feet.

“I know.”

The nightmare maker murmured.

“Unless you say so, you can't harm her. But what is it? I'm sorry, I'm not handing her over no matter what you say. ”

“Do you understand that that is an irrational judgment? ”

“Reason is subjective. I'm sorry, but for me, this is a very rational act. You know, handing her over quietly might be a lot closer to me than you are, and your relationship with someone you don't want to be hated. ”

I'd rather take it. The Nightmare Decider is dying to hear it.

“Then you have no choice. ”

“Aha, that's what it means. You're saying that you want to take it from me because you have a position? ”

“No?”

Purest nods and laughs, and the nightmare maker snorts.

“I'm making fun of you, you idiot. If you want to take her like that, take her away. I'll teach you a lesson that nothing is easy in the world. Oh, watch your step. The moment you cross the line, you and I will die and die. ”

[First run.]

The decision maker of the nightmare restrained Pure Saint and gave his voice to the Investigators. When they wake up, they stumble and retreat.

“I don't like the idea of understanding and coordinating me. It's an evil butterfly that doesn't even know where it rolled. Before I was a newbie, I was a black magical sage who fought the unmatched Demon Kings with pride. If you don't want to get involved with it, did you think I'd pull back because I was scared? ”

Pure Saint twisted his lips on a stunning horse. It was an instantaneous situation. The Nightmare Decision Maker refines his mind without staring at Pure St. The tempest and the ironmaid seemed to have no intention of intervening.

What if he decides to fight Pure St.? Well, the power of Pure St. is unknown. According to Queen Black Rose, Pure Saint is strong enough to easily break himself, the king of cannabis. Of course, the power of the rapid body and the power of the apostle are different...

‘It must be hard to win. ’

It's not about emotion. The nightmare maker was definitely rational.

It's because there's a dragon king and a white man.

Rather, from the point of view of the nightmare decision-maker, Pursaint was irrational. No matter how confident you are in your power, how ignorant you are! It is contradictory to Pure St. 's attitude until now to come and act without covering his back and forth. Do you really need to do that? And a friend? The nightmare maker looked at Sarah's reaction.

“... you're leaving me, right? ”

Sarah opens her mouth first.

She frowned and stared at Drave, no, Pure St. Pure Saint smiled brightly at the question.

“Yes.”

With that affectionate voice and expression,

Sarah couldn't understand. She still frowns as she looks at Pure St.

“What kind of dog shit do you mean? ”

Pure St. 's smile squeaks.

“What the hell are you, looking at me all of a sudden? Since when have we been like that? ”

The horses in a row took away their smiles from Pure St. She stands still and looks at Sarah.

“... What do you mean? ”

The Nightmare Decider turns his head toward Pure St. Pure Saint stared at Sarah with a smiley face. Then, I laughed with my feet.

“I don't know. You might not recognize it. ”

Pure Saint raises his feet as he mutters in a small voice.

“It could be, what. It's actually weird to find out. ”

“I told you not to cross. ”

“I never ignored you. The Black Magic Queen. How can I ignore you, the evil butterfly who doesn't even know where you rolled? ”

Pure St's feet crossed the line. She smiles with both hands raised, as she would see.

“But I do. To me too, I must...”

- Puhwa!

A grey airflow exploded beneath the feet of Pure St. A powerful force that rose without a sign swallowed the whole body of Pure Saint. A Seekerman flame echoes from Amos' candlestick, a god of nightmares. The Nightmare Decider twirls Amos with a cold face.

“I wish I could warn you as much as I can. I have to pretend to eat. ”

The decision maker of the nightmare turns his head and spits like that. She shoots at the immobile colony, Valencia, and the secretary.

“I will humbly understand your position. If you don't want to help me, get the hell out of here. Don't get caught up and fight late. If you do, I won't treat you like an ally. ”

The distorted desmasks gather in the grey airflow that swallowed Purest. I didn't want to fight as much as possible. If you're so ignorant, you'll have to treat me moderately ignorant. The Nightmare Decider lifts Amos forward.

“Good timing. ”

A shimmering light flashed from the eyes of the nightmare decider.

“How dare I take Serras' back? ”

Personally, Pure Saint was also the enemy of the Black Rose, a longstanding friend of the nightmare maker.

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