Volcanic Spirit

92, horse.

Lee Hwon said firmly.

"It's all a lie.”

When Shinma blocked the perforation, the essence of the perforated helix, and mockingly revealed her track record, she seemed embarrassed. Hana has recovered her usual smile from the mouth since he left the cave.

"Big brother! I don't know what you're talking about, but isn't there one thing you should do?"

Talma shouted impatiently.

Lee Hwon raised his palm.

And moved as if lifting things.

At that moment the red curtain rose from the ground and blocked the road like a wall. The mud wall had already been knocked down, so the opposite was possible if it was reversed.

And Hanma couldn't get through it.

"Uhhhhhh."

They only rush toward the red wall, drooping as if they were showing hostility. The mask still did not draw a worried look at Hanma. As if he had regained a little composure, he sat down with a breath.

"Phew, she lied?”

Lee Hwon was adamant.

"Yes."

The demons tilted their heads for a moment.

I will review the words left by Shinma.

"It doesn't fit in front and back.”

And the manga-chug was the only one who felt a sense of incompatibility with Lee Hwon, without saying anything.

"Your teacher is right."

"God is a loser. I have high self-esteem. But he's cool. He is a coordinator, as he prides himself. And as a result, they were in harmony with their reason and their emotions."

Lee Hwon added words to the opinion of the loser.

"It gave me both the pride of a monarch and the principle of a soldier's heart."

At this point, even the monsters came up with something strange.

The devil devoted his life to reviving the world, which had been relegated to the non-mainstream. Myoma was born and lived as a king, holding the right to life and death of many of her subordinates. Talma had a good feeling enough to find a way out of the sky.

It adds to Shinma's deep learning.

So as soon as we planted the seeds of doubt, our preconceptions disappeared.

At that moment, a lot of information was scattered and then reconstructed again.

"It must be true that Kang Ho was treated like a baduk."

"In the end, the final match was also not as expected. The political factions were disorganized, and the devil dominated the world. However, during the final showdown, the great holy spirit of the Magistrate collapsed like a bubble. You've balanced it like the weights on the scales?"

"Then you must have lived that way until fifty years ago."

"No name, no age, no history. That's how deep your enlightenment is, so you've got a chance to go back."

"But when I was about to turn up, Kang Ho-ho, Kang Ho-ho, after he left."

The mask tilted its head as it retorted on the words of the demons.

Then he looked at the demons and asked them questions.

"You were worried about Kang-ho? Is that enough?"

"Well."

"Hmm, good! Then if you turn that part over, it's the appearance of the Shinma. In any case, the deep-seated benefits he left behind had a definite effect. It wasn't fake."

Lee Hwon pointed at himself.

"I'm the proof."

"So do we. So he's the same level of heirs as himself? No. Agent? I don't like that either. He needed something at the same level as himself. That's why I brought in people outside of the bird, and I got all the attention of Kang Ho. Why?"

"As the devil said, he needed someone to do what he did.”

"But what is the real meaning?"

The conversation continued without a break, as if the pilots were gathering and planning an operation. So all the information they knew poured out and then retrieved, and a picture began to be drawn.

"That's how fifty years have passed."

"And this is what happened.

And all the information was finally assembled.

"Strange, huh?"

"That's strange."

The mask that raised the first question was hysterical.

"God doesn't worry about Gang-ho. It's probably just a lab where you can achieve your own martial arts. Yes, at best it was a child's play to block or trample on an ant."

"That's right. He doesn't worry about Kang Ho in the first place, or he doesn't care about the fate of a warrior. I just do what I want to do."

The caterpillar let out a murmur.

"Then it's a lie that he said he had to coordinate the river on his behalf."

Lee Hwon answered.

"The coordination of the strong is an excuse. But I'm sure he needs a substitute. A man as thorough as he has been, for decades, to deliver the true Simdeuk, and to make things up."

"Why?"

The mask tilted its head when Lee Hwon stopped talking.

And a moment later Yi Hwon said,

"This bastard's really on his way to the light."

"I suppose so."

The manga nibbled, too, nodded.

"We, who have inherited his innermost interests, have also reached a state of self-confidence. He must have been ahead of the line. "If it's not a matter of coordination, then why on earth did he do this for decades?"

Talma spoke as if lamenting.

"Oh, that's the problem! There's no reason."

Lee Hwon grinned.

And soon I laughed out loud.

"Hahaha! This bastard hated it."

"What?"

"I don't want to be in the race! He doesn't want to be a lighthouse keeper. I just want to live as a human being!"

Everyone blinked.

The lighthouse meant to be a god.

Isn't immortality and immortality the unchanging desire of man from ancient times?

That's why the demons were reluctant to accept it.

"You become a god. But why do you refuse?"

Lee Hwon's eyes are very clear.

With all the questions cleared up, my mind cleared up.

"We know it when we're on the brink of death. I used the natural energy to my heart's content. Now! So what's the next step?"

"God?"

"Yes, it's God. But when she reached that stage, she realized what God was. Think about it. The next step in using natural energy as I do is to communicate with Mother Nature.”

The manga shook its head.

"The spiritual connection with Mother Nature is included in every oral tradition if it is a Buddhist temple. So there's no way to take issue with that."

"No, it wasn't just a metaphor.”

Lee Hwon's words tore his eyes.

"Ah! What a part of Mother Nature!"

"Yes, it's just this world. He's already lost his body's gone. He's got a million left. That's why I know. If you go to the front like this, your soul will be gone and your personal thoughts will be erased.”

said the mama, striking her knees.

"Oh! He was constantly shouting for the Ceiling Ceiling. As a big man said, I got to know him. Being God is part of Mother Nature, moving according to the will of nature."

The devil shook the javelin.

Then the wind blew fiercely.

"It becomes nature like this wind."

"You can get it somehow, as in the case of the mama, anyway. So all he needed was to refuse the lights, and he wanted a substitute for that solution."

"If anyone's on the same level as you, we'll let them go, and you'll be out. But does that work?"

When asked about the mask, the netteacher accepted.

"It will be. To discuss numerous myths, legends, and articles of the Yubuldo from the whale, there has never been a generation of people who have been at the same time with the same enlightenment." And I'm sure Shinma would have found some information she'd be sure of before she could have done it."

"Well, if Dal-su's old man is like that, it must be. So you're going to turn the other person around and take the rest of his body, right? Then you don't have to build your body from scratch again, or learn martial arts."

"But he's also just a context. Can't you be a real god and reign?"

Lee Hwon shook his head.

"That's possible. One, Shinma doesn't leave her life to uncertainty. It takes a long time, and even if the situation is complicated, they choose only certain things. This is right, given his 50-year track record."

The mama narrowed the forehead as if facing something dirty.

"So I'm going to save myself, and I've been trying to get Kang into trouble for decades. And then he bragged to us that he was going to light up. No. Come to think of it, as the big guy said, he's deliberately impersonating a villain. That way we'll stop him. You can't just watch a dog come to the front.”

"That's what Shinma wants."

Fifty years, perhaps more than that, were far too absurd to call it a trick.

"Then why don't we just light him up?”

The devil sighed at the question of the mask.

"It's a shame to see one such convert come forward. No, is it possible to be back in the first place after all this?"

The manga-chug gave a bitter smile.

"The meaning of heaven is deeper and wider than we think. If it's not that moment, you won't know. Why did you make this up?”

The mask kicked the tongue.

"By the way, I have something to do before discussing Shinma's treatment. One is where he's gone, and the other is how he's doing.”

Then two people raised their hands.

"I know that."

"I can do that."

Lee Hwon and Manga Chug looked at each other.

Then the disciple asked his teacher.

"You can turn back a horse?”

Sreung

The colt pulled out the sword.

"The Divine Horse has been watching the perforation and the bloodline for decades, so it may be prepared. It would be possible if I had actually watched the Palwangmudukzon and you. Hana I have never done anything in the last 50 years. And I didn't show any of the martial arts that I've created since the end of the Manmaejeon."

If Shinma had become a god, she would have figured everything out as soon as she had a will. Hana he was on the verge of becoming a god, and the manga was the one who had kept the oath for the longest time.

And Lee Hwon believed in a manga.

As soon as he shook his hand lightly, the blood-colored transparent wall that was blocking Hanma scattered.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

It was a moment when lightning was about to scatter from the whole body.

The sword of the manga-flavored man lightly cut through the air.

And for a moment, the energy that came out of the whole body disappeared. As if to show trust in a conch, Talma freely approached and looked at Hanma.

"My breathing is rough, but I think it's okay."

Lee Hwon breathed a gentle sigh.

The burden of the medical examiner and Han, who remained until the end, seemed to disappear.

The manga chaser asked Lee Hwon after the lead sword.

"Now, where did Shinma go?"

Lee Hwon shrugged.

"Mooriman."

Daepyeolsan Mountain, where the forest blinds are located, was in full swing.

His external cause was also very good.

the apocalypse of witchcraft

"They're insect-like seeds, so if you step on them, they don't crawl out again. But the witchcraft is gone! On a day like today, you should have a toast."

"The lord did what no one had ever done!"

"Now the world of political factions has opened!"

Maengju and the members of the association announced the end of the Magistrate after entering Cheonghaeseong Fortress, which was within the reach of the Moorimists. Now that both the principal and Madopalgar have died, no magic will ever regain its former sanctity again. The news to the Mooriman branch spread quickly through the mouths of the opening and the Hao Gate. As a result, a large number of people had gathered near Daebyeolsan Mountain, comparable to the Shinma Games.

"The Militant has opened the warehouse, so let's eat and die!"

"Drink three nights and three nights, and drink again three nights and nights!"

The excitement of the festival was at its height.

Aaaaaaaaaaaa

Smells of fragrant flowers came everywhere.

In front of the Maengjujeon Hall, where the banquet was in full swing, the fragrance of the temple was swirling like a ascending dragon. And as if the doors of the sky were opening, the clouds parted and a cluster of five-colored lights stretched like willows.

고오오오오오오오오

Not only Daepyeolsan Mountain, but also the entire Hanam province seemed to welcome someone.

"Ah!"

The eyes of those who were eating meat and drinking alcohol turned to the sky.

The musician stopped his hand from plucking gold, and Mu-hee blinked at the stretched cloth.

"What is that?"

The spiritual energy clung together as if in response to someone's recitation.

It was hazy, but at first glance it was a man's figure. Soon after, there was a soft voice that seemed to express gratitude for the deceased ahead of his return.

voices heard in the wind from all directions

That's why I'm listening to it with my ears, but it seemed to be passed on to my mind.

The heroes of Kang-ho who saved Kang-ho from drowning.

The blind man blinked his eyes.

It was difficult to accept the current situation as a reality.

'What is it? What is it?'

However, most of the fighters knelt and bowed their heads as if to respond to heaven.

Now that Kang-ho has regained peace, he is relieved.

Cheer, encouragement, and gratitude.

It was natural to sound like a sign of God.

Now I leave you to the Gang, and go up to the sky.

The military heroes listened to the voice of God.

I didn't want to miss a word and tried to keep it in my mind.

At that moment, however, the blood-colored energy rose like a tidal wave from the bottom of Daepyeolsan Mountain. It was a moment of destructive energy, as if to make everyone alive feel alive. At the same time, a sharp clap knocked on the eardrum of Gunung, as if one could kill a man with just his voice.

"Where are you going?"

It was the emergence of evil to restrain the good that was about to bloom.

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun