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-Haomen is in danger.
“Haomen?”
If it’s Haomen, it’s black.
-It was they who helped us, a group of apostates, find a way to survive.
The residents of Guihongok did not seem awkward around guests.
This big world.
‘They say that the Ghost Song sustains the world.’
Anything else is lacking.
It’s Haomen.
It was the black market that was helping them.
-The reason I tested you was to see if you were a true god.
The ghost song maker said.
-If you are not a divine being, I should have checked whether you have the will to save Haomun.
The body of the ghost song master was slowly tied to the stone pillar and began to sink.
It was clear that he was being sealed away and becoming the core of the world in exchange for maintaining this vast world.
-You saved the life of the assassin who tried to kill you, and you also saved me who pointed my sword at you.
The ghost song that returned to its original appearance.
-You also have the power to enforce your own will.
“I think that’s because you’ve been so considerate.”
At Iroun’s words, the bandage tied around the corner of Guihongokju’s mouth twitched.
It seemed like he was smiling.
-Even if you had given it your all, it would have been difficult to see the end.
As Lee Ro-woon said, Gwihon-gokju did not show any power.
He is not in perfect condition because he is trying to maintain the world.
Unable to use one’s full strength due to one’s mind being honed over countless years.
-I can’t escape the haunting song.
Silver monsters are usually like that.
They rarely come out of their world.
Whether it is voluntary or involuntary.
“What about the assassins of Ghost Song?”
-they….
The ghost song maker said.
-You have to protect me.
Are you protecting the ghost song?
-There are times when madness rises. I forget everything and run wild. The assassins of the Ghost Valley must stop me.
The being that the assassins of Ghost Song had to kill was originally a divine demon, but it seemed that it was no longer a divine demon.
Ghost song wine.
He is increasing his power to stop his rampage and protect the world.
-Please help me.
To the earnest request, Lee Ro-un spoke with languid eyes.
“I have no intention of granting you your request.”
Firm words.
-indeed….
Although the corners of Guihongokju’s eyes seemed to close, he did not seem terribly disappointed.
-That could be possible. I understand.
“Why should I ask others to protect and find what is mine?”
-… … !
“I am the disciple of the god.”
Master, Shin Yeo-ul’s disciple.
“Master, you have given me everything you had.”
-that….
“Even if Haomen are apostates, they are mine. I decide how they will be treated.”
Beneficial, to himself.
“I will save Haomen. I cannot bear to see it perish by any hand other than mine.”
-Thank you.
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“What happened….”
Kang Eun-ha still has a blank expression on her face.
“sorry!”
She soon knelt down towards Yirun.
“This is a mistake! With one of my arms-!”
It was a bizarre sight to see him suddenly pull out a large sword and swing it at my left arm.
“do you want to die?”
“If you say so!”
“don’t do it!”
Kang Eun-ha finally put down her sword after hearing Iroun’s annoying cries.
and….
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Drama.
The noise from the side made Yirun’s fist move quickly.
Boom!
The political prisoner’s face fell to the ground with a loud bang.
“The sin of not being able to protect the blood horse… I’m so sorry…”
The reason they were doing this was simple.
You came to the Ghost Valley to escort the Blood Horse, but you did nothing.
It was a story about a man who was punished for his sins of standing there blankly despite the fact that the ghost song was aimed at Lee Ro-un.
“You guys aren’t at a level that you can deal with in the first place.”
A meadow with nothing in it.
“Iroun said, thinking of the ghost songju trapped in the barrier.
‘Life and death.’
Indeed, the silver monsters had abilities worthy of being called monsters.
These are those who have transcended the realm of superhumans and entered the boundary of life and death.
They too had spent over a thousand years training in martial arts.
‘Two cogs.’
Heavenly Demon God and Blood Demon God.
Similar to my current self, where those two things have reached their peak.
If it was natural, it could have been natural.
They survived for thousands of years, practicing only martial arts.
‘What I learned was a martial art that was improved for cleaning dishes.’
It’s bound to be different from Shin Yeo-ul’s.
“Even so, Gokju isn’t a bad person.”
Lee Yong-jin said as he took something out and put it on.
“Even so, I’m trying my best.”
It was a voice that desperately conveyed complex emotions.
“They are like parents and teachers to us. Well, they are a bit loose, though.”
Lee Yong-jin, who had been saying that, finished preparing with a thud.
“What? Are you going too?”
Kang Eun-ha heard from Lee Ro-woon and knew what to do from now on.
I said that there would be support for Ghost Song, even if it wasn’t much.
“Huh? That’s what the gourd said. Go and help.”
“Hmm.”
Lee Yong-jin was definitely a special agent.
But I didn’t think it would help if I thought of it as looking a little messy or a little untidy.
“It will help.”
A man with a strange vibe approached me and spoke.
When Kang Eun-ha and Jeong Ji-su tilted their heads.
“Gokju.”
Iroun recognized him and said:
The spirit of the ghost song.
Clearly, the body of the Gokju was sealed inside me, but through a soul-searching, he appeared in the body of one of the residents.
“That guy is like that, he’s a real bugokjui.”
“Father, a bugokju? A ghost song?”
Kang Eun-ha, who had seen the skills of the Guihon-gokju, seemed surprised to hear that Lee Yong-jin was the Bugokju.
“The assassins of the Ghost Valley are extremely cautious about releasing their power. Especially…”
Yongjin Lee shrugs his shoulders at the words of the ghost song.
“That guy’s blood energy is greater than anyone else’s, so I personally put a ban on it.”
“what….”
“Can you do it?”
This time, the ghost song maker said while looking at Iroun.
“At that time, even the teacher must have thought that teaching someone was nearly impossible. But now it’s different.”
The unfinished energy, the energy of the thousand bloods.
“I’ve already done some of the legwork.”
That bloodthirsty spirit was able to be controlled by Yirun.
Alleviate and reduce side effects.
“If that guy can use his power, the priestess of the Blood Cult, she will be no less than you.”
Kang Eun-ha’s eyes lit up at Gok-ju’s words.
That was also the competitive spirit of Kang Eun-ha, who was a warrior before becoming a priestess.
“It is an unforgivable sin to threaten the Blood Demon. However, as an unmanned galaxy, I am grateful for the grace of the Gokju.”
Kang Eun-ha speaking while taking a lottery ticket.
While Lee Ro-un and Gok-ju fought, Kang Eun-ha and Jeong Ji-su, who were possessed, had a conversation with some of Gok-ju’s spirits.
In that story, Kang Eun-ha and Jeong Ji-su gained enlightenment.
‘Cheonhyeolgi.’
Since he was a ghost song master who had mastered the mixed martial arts of Cheonmagi and Blood Demongi, which was taught directly by his master, Shin Yeo-ul, he was able to convey meaningful enlightenment to Kang Eun-ha and Jeong Ji-su, who were now beginning to use Blood Demongi and Cheonmagi.
“I’m glad it helped. And…”
The ghost song has seen benefits.
“I don’t think there’s anything I can do for you.”
A ghost song that has lived for over a thousand years.
The skills he had honed would be helpful to anyone who had reached the same level.
But the benefits were different.
“You are….”
Beneficial.
-Because it feels like you’re in a place that can’t be compared to someone like me.
There is nothing I can do about him.
Lee Ro-woon nodded and said.
“Let’s go without wasting any time.”
Haomen said it was dangerous.
That you may already be under attack.
“The Bugokju will guide you.”
* * *
It looked like the main hall of the imperial palace.
“Tsk.”
A tongue-clicking voice.
“It’s too fancy for lowly parasites or swindlers to live in.”
A fierce and shrill voice filled with discontent reverberated throughout the war.
“Isn’t that right?”
His question reached the end of the battle, to the one behind the drooping feet.
Hurrah!
The flames rising outside the open door briefly illuminated the room.
“We left you alone all this time because it was helpful to us.”
The man spoke as he looked around the palace.
“The rascals have their own roles. They can filter out information that anyone can buy or a group of traitors who have joined hands with you.”
“It’s a weightlifting event.”
A clear voice echoed from behind the feet.
“Since when has Eun been the imperial palace?”
Shh.
The man laughed at the voice that was being heard, and the voice continued on.
“Does Huizhou think of himself as an emperor?”
“Eun-eun is ruined.”
The man who answers.
“There is no palace. There are no people. Only the warriors survived the destruction.”
so.
“Is there a law that says you can’t become an emperor?”
“… … .”
“The people who must be ruled are the unmanned, and this world is overflowing with filthy people who must live for the unmanned.”
A number incomparable to the people of silver in the past.
Even if you kill and kill, the bugs just keep swarming.
The inhabitants of the Earth were so numerous.
“Huizhou will become the emperor. Just like the demon heads of the Western Regions.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Why not?”
The man’s eyes glowed eerily.
“In the past, wasn’t Shinma also a king, even though he was a warrior?”
“How dare you-!”
The clear voice was filled with anger and reverberated throughout Daejeon.
“Ugh.”
A stream of blood flowing from the corner of a man’s mouth.
I was injured by the reprimand.
“Don’t bring that name out of your dirty mouth!”
“anyway….”
The man wiped his mouth and said.
“Aren’t you also apostates?”
When my feet start shaking again at the cold voice.
“Please stop.”
A man dressed in a suit came into the room with a tired look on his face and said.
“If you provoke the Lord any further….”
A man who looks like a gangster or a company employee.
“I won’t tolerate it any longer.”
“Black King.”
It was Ha Se-min.
“Keep your promise.”
The man nodded at Ha Se-min’s cold voice.
“Oh, who said that?”
The man smiled and started walking away.
“Keep in mind that the fate of Haomun rests with you, Black King.”
The man who said that tapped Ha Se-min on the shoulder as he stood there and passed by.
“Keep that in mind….”
Ha Se-min bit his lips and spoke to the man who disappeared.
He slowly walked forward, his feet swaying, and knelt down.
“My Lord. My God.”
Ha Se-min, distorted with anger, banged his head on the ground and said.
“Should I do it like this?”
The question is, do we really have to go through all this humiliation?
“… … .”
After a long time without an answer, a voice was heard from behind.
“The Shinma-pae is absolute.”
“earthly-!”
Ha Se-min shouted.
“What is a god!”
I couldn’t understand.
Ha Se-min was born in Haomen and rose to the position of vice-minister.
But Moon-ju didn’t tell him everything.
It wasn’t just him.
Not all of Haomen know the truth.
This is the price.
“The truth that only Moonju knows….”
The burning world of Haomen.
“You are leading us to hell.”
He led them into the world of Haomen.
All this trouble happened because of one little piece of paper they brought.
The crisis of everything being built collapsing and being taken away.
And yet… .
“I will follow. If it is the path that the Lord has set.”
Ha Se-min had no choice but to follow.
When Ha Se-min, who said that, left Daejeon.
“I have no choice but to walk to him….”
Hao Wenzhou and Ha Jin’s clear voices rang out in emptiness.
“I hope he is really… the one I have been waiting for.”
