Chapter 745
The desert night is chilly.
In the place where the scorching sunlight and haze disappeared, only sub-zero temperatures and a particularly large moon remain.
Daily temperature difference of up to 60 degrees.
However, even the severe cold couldn’t stop someone’s footsteps climbing the crescent-shaped sand dune.
Seruk.
A gait that moves forward as if sliding even though it is climbing a high slope.
The tip of the thin silk robe brushed against the grains of sand, and soon stopped in one place.
“This is it.”
The moment when a soundless voice resounded. The empty space of nothing shook.
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Dozens of figures landed on the sand dunes with a subtle sound.
All of them are wearing black masks and turbans.
Covering their burrows, they politely got down on one knee and whispered.
“Inshallah. We see the great prophet who has returned to this land.”
Standing alone before them, the prophet’s robe swayed lightly.
“Inshallah. I was wondering when you guys would reveal yourselves.”
At the prophet’s one word, meaning that he had penetrated everything from the beginning, dozens of pairs of pupils revealed above the mask shook.
“Prophet… …
“know. that you are for me So you must have followed me even against my orders.”
“If you ask me for my sins of disobedience, I will gladly pay the price with death. But we, Hasasin, will not leave you under any circumstances.”
Hashashin. Or Assassin.
After their stronghold was captured by enemies around the 13th century, this venerable assassination group, which continued its life as a simple religious sect and was resurrected in the cataclysm, never gave up on their will.
“Western heretics are both cunning and powerful. If the Prophet could even stand out to them… …
“Al-Nizar. I am more loyal than anyone, foolish and carefree.”
“Look at me.”
The shivering head of Hasashin carefully raised his head.
His greatest prophet looked down at him with his back to the star-strewn night sky.
Between the strangely dark robes, along with mysteriously shining eyes.
“You still don’t know.”
The Prophet stretched out his arms toward the sky.
Whoops.
Huge energy pushed the hem of the robe and swelled. The wind died down and the air vibrated.
The next moment when the eyes of the hashasins, who had swallowed their breath unconsciously, followed the prophet’s hand.
Shaaaaaaah.
they could see A transparent membrane that started in the sky and wrapped around a radius of hundreds of meters.
And it was a protective shield that could not be penetrated by any science, even magic, and at the same time a shield that hid their appearance from the eyes of the enemies.
“As long as I keep you, they will not be able to find even our shadows.”
“… …
A group of Hasha gods who endured extreme training
At this moment, I couldn’t hide my turbulent emotions.
Once upon a time that their prophet had such an amazing ability. Again, from the fact that he referred to them as ‘we’, who were only insignificant servants.
“Inshallah… !”
“O Prophet!”
A cry full of emotion and joy echoes through the quiet desert. However, the miracles that the prophet will show today did not end there.
sreuk,
The sleeves of the long, rich robe fluttered.
in that time. The crescent-shaped dune on which they stood shook.
No, it split.
Pass suk!
It was truly a wonderful sight.
The past far from now. If Moses led the Hebrews by splitting the Red Sea, a new prophet who appeared after more than a thousand years split part of the huge Dead Sea in half.
And what was hidden in the countless grains of sand shimmered in the moonlight like a gift from God.
“oh my god… …
“Prophet. What are those big joints’?”
However, instead of answering the Hashasin’s question, the prophet reached out without saying a word.
Chunk. Chunk. Chunk!
The locks exploded as if they were exploding due to an invisible energy.
Finally, after checking the contents of dozens of iron chests (鐵W), the head of Hashashin widened his eyes.
“This, this.”
A bright light that cannot be covered by darkness.
Numerous gold bars never seen before
silver bullion. In addition to that, the brilliance of the weapons enchanted with various kinds of magic made his pupils dizzy.
But there was something else that shocked him the most.
“Magic Stone… …
The cry that came out like a moan was true.
magic stone.
There were hundreds of magic stones of high to high quality. What’s more, among them, there were also things that were toxic and radiated enormous energy.
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Before he was the leader of Hashashin, he had a powerful skill that even he who had reached the level of an S-class hunter could not easily approach.
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“hop.”
For a moment, the head of Hashashin, who had swallowed his breath without even realizing it, reached the ears of his unique, uneven voice.
“It is an S-class magic stone. It still retains its original power.”
“Stop, Prophet.”
“Back off. Isn’t that a force you can handle?”
With a low warning, unrefined S-class magic stones floated up.
A whopping ten of them moved like living creatures and were sucked into the Prophet’s robe.
Seeing the scene, Chief Hasashin’s gaze trembled.
‘How the hell did the Prophet hear them… …
It was already known that the prophet had extremely outstanding abilities beyond common sense.
However, from the time of the cataclysm until now, the S class that has officially appeared in human history
There are only about a hundred monsters.
There was a very rare case where a very small number of A-class monsters had S-class magic stones, but that was literally exceptional, and even in the Middle East, where there were numerous gates, S-class magic stones only appeared once or twice.
However, there were as many as 10 of those S-class magic stones.
That too, while retaining its original magical power.
‘It’s a huge amount. Unbelievably.’ He puts infinite trust in the prophet, but he can’t help but ask this time.
was
The moment you turn your head. Until I met the glimmer of light shining through my robes.
“I will ask. Who do you think is standing in front of you right now?”
….
Seeing that gaze that seemed to have already penetrated everything, the head of Hasashin knelt down, feeling the shock as if he had been struck by lightning.
How dare you question what the Prophet is doing.
This cannot be, nor should it be
It happened.
“Great Prophet. Please forgive this sinful servant!”
The air freezes instantly. The Hasha gods touched their weapons and waited for the prophet’s mouth to open.
If he gave the order, they were ready to remove their leader without a moment’s hesitation.
He is a prophet who delivers the word of God and a prophet who leads everyone.
After the death of the Prophet Muhammad, the Islamic world fought enmity for over a thousand years, and the sands of the desert were bloody.
stained with
As time passed, a very few people enjoyed enormous wealth and power, but in the big city built on oil, the priority is only the capitalism of the apostates, not the word of Allah.
Now was the time to gather the descendants of Allah, who had pointed their swords at each other, into one root, and to save their oppressed compatriots even in the West.
in the name of the great god.
In the name of a prophet who came to them on behalf of God decades ago.
And when the invisible blade slowly cut through the silence. The mouth of one who had been tightly closed was opened.
“Al Nizar.”
A voice that cannot be distinguished by age or even gender.
At that call, the head of Hashashin held his breath. His whole body was already wet with cold sweat.
“Prophet.”
“I ask you one last time. You are still immature, and that is why you are the son of God.”
….
“Inshallah. All of this is the result of God’s long patience and arrangements for me, so you should never doubt. Do you understand?”
“Remember. I will keep that in mind.”
Tuduk.
A mixture of cold sweat and tears soaked the grains of sand.
The Prophet, who was graciously gazing at the head of Hashashin, who trembled with emotion and relief, continued his words.
“Now the time has come again. prepare
Tell your brothers who were there.”
At that one word, everyone’s eyes lit up.
Now, close to ten halls of time have passed since that day, which is already called ‘Allah’s judgment’ among them.
All who followed the prophet were eagerly awaiting the next day of judgment.
“Prophet. That word… …
“God wants it. Drop the mace of God on the apostates who eat the inside and heretics in the West.”
The eyes exposed above the mask are fanatical
It was glistening with madness and joy.
The prophet groaned as he looked up at the sky strewn with stars.
“Until the end, there is not much left.”
Some want disaster, some try to prevent it, and some want more.
Even at this moment, they were running towards their respective goals.
Sugihara Kyoiku has been a cargo for a long time
It is a laborer (人夫) engaged in business.
He was a native of Tokyo who had lived his entire life, and at the same time, he was also a hard-nosed worker who had been involved in the shipping industry since he was young.
Occasionally, there were people who ignored him for doing manual labor, but it didn’t matter.
Not everyone in the world can have jobs like hunters, lawyers, or doctors, and he was also a necessary being in this world.
But lately I haven’t been in a good mood.
No, I couldn’t feel better.
‘Chick show. Damn you monsters.’
A few days ago, many people died and were injured in a monster wave that occurred in Tokyo.
The Tokyo Tower, which he, a native of Tokyo, was proud of, collapsed horribly, and the fried chicken restaurant he had been visiting for 30 years disappeared in the aftermath.
‘I didn’t like that the president was Josenjing, but the chicken was amazing.’
The fact that he couldn’t enjoy Korean style chicken and beer after work made Kyoiku sad.
However, apart from that, he went to work today.
“Kyoiku-san. Are you here?”
“Howdy.”
After exchanging simple greetings with fellow workers, they were immediately put into the field. Tokyo Bay, where he works, was already overcrowded with cargo ships.
“Where do I start?”
“I have already started working on it. Let’s go together.”
Sugihara Kyoiku talked about various things with his colleagues while loading the ship.
The news that the distribution of magical power in Tokyo has been especially rapidly increasing recently, and the news that the current prime minister, who was born in a prestigious political family, said something crazy again.
And the story about the tsunami and so on.
“Tsunami?”
“yes. They said they were slowly getting closer to Tokyo. The scale is huge.”
“home.”
“Do not worry. Because the government said it would sink soon.”
“Well, I guess.”
I was a bit concerned, but that was it.
Even if you say tsunami, it doesn’t reach as far as Tokyo after all.
In particular, Tokyo Bay is literally a bay (GW) where the sea enters the land, and the defense system using magic was thoroughly established.
‘When today’s work is finished, shall we look for a new Korean fried chicken restaurant?’
Kyouiku straightened his back as he recalled an unappealing thought. And at the same time, it hardened like a stone statue.
“uh’?”
What is that?
The first thought that crossed my mind. and the next moment. A piece of news I heard a moment ago resonated in my head.
‘Tsunami.’
With his mouth open blankly, his gaze turned to the sea outside the port.
A gigantic wave, never seen before, was rushing high as if to block out the sunlight.
oh oh oh
With the cry of something unknown that freezes just by hearing it.
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