Chapter 66
Heavenly Devil.
(1) =================== Heavenly Majesty.
It shouldn't be like this.
… … Goddess.
Half of the blood demons have been annihilated! The elders declared their presence in Moorim and scattered across the world, but their tracks have already ceased.
This is not the time to fight factional bastards.
It may be a crisis of our school, or perhaps a crisis of the world.
Beggars of openness are spreading rumors...
… .
… … Goddess.
As instructed, I made a Yakbang (藥M) regardless of the clans.
Not only long-time members of the party, but also masters of the mother sect came.
We are going to catch several people with severe blindness and use them as living things, so the results will come soon...
… .
… … Goddess.
He even suffered from Wolyeong and Blood Horses.
Even if you kill a hundred people today, a thousand new ones will be born tomorrow.
I can't stand the freak! In the drugstore, it is said that if you block Amunhyeol and Cheonchuhyeol with daechim to protect Sangsanjeon, you can put Gangshi to sleep, but there are more ways...
… .
… … Goddess.
Avoid to remote islands.
If you enter the island and close it, no matter how many millions or even 10 million people are suffering from severe acute illness, they will not be able to cross the sea.
How could there be only one Moorim here? If the banner of the main school is established, wouldn't it be Moorim...
… .
......
Heavenly Majesty.
Would you care about the promise of Daejeon? It is an oath that was made before the world became turbid.
The principles of heaven have changed, but human principles cannot be strong.
Forget about the oath you made with Moorim Maengju, please, please ask for Kwon-to....
Chunma.
Goddess.
2.
“---How did you endure it?”
After a long silence, the first question I asked was this.
How did you survive? Hell where the world was destroyed and people were reduced to corpses.
Even himself had become half a corpse.
He asked how he had endured three years in the midst of a risk that his heart would stop if he blocked the flow of the air for even a single moment.
"......." Chunma and Moorim Maengju did not answer hastily.
The two looked at each other.
And after sharing eyes that I couldn't understand, they nodded together.
“Follow me.”
The two left the cave.
I also followed them.
When we left the cave we were speechless.
I walked carefully so as not to wake up the other party by any chance.
So we were silent for a long time.
As soon as the cave ended, the silence was broken.
“A man will one day die.”
It was dawn outside.
“An interesting story is told in Moorim.
There was a single master who reached the level of invincibility of the Geumgang River due to his ignorance (萬毒不候).
It does not eat moth from the body by any poison, and it is not edible (不M), and it is not harmed externally by any sword.”
“Ha,”
said the angel, breathing.
“It can be said to be invincible.
My self-consciousness (內不li).
External Buddha.
How can you kill a man who cannot be harmed by the cruelest poison, nor by the sharpest sword?”
The dawn was blue.
In twilight, the world was just a pale shade.
“But there is one thing that old-fashioned stories never allow.
It is invincible.”
A world of shadows.
Cheonma and Moorim Maengju walked there.
one step at a time.
slowly.
The place where the footprints were made was the earth, and the places where the footprints were not made were the sky.
“Ahaya of Saebeu.”
The angel glanced back.
We left the cave and went to yesterday's snowfield...
I was walking to a place surrounded by unarmed zombies.
“Can you guess how that climax died?”
“How did you die?”
“He was killed by grafting a color horse.”
The angel raised an eyebrow.
“The pleasure of yin-yang unity is not poison.
The black is no more.”
"Huh.
But isn’t excessive pleasure poisonous?”
"right.
Therefore, the color horse did not present a storm of pleasure from the beginning.
cleverly.
took time slowly.
Start with the most subtle pleasures...
In the end, to indulge even the most fatal pleasures.
I tamed the climax and tamed it again.”
Dong opened The snow turned white a little.
Its white color resembles the breath of a heavenly demon.
“The palms smashed by the black horse as they occluded were no longer accepted as pain.
The climax of the whip wielded by the color horse came to be perceived as pleasure.
Even the slightest gestures and gestures of the black horse, even the smallest glances, became a piece of happiness for the most advanced masters.”
Shrek.
The devil raised his hand.
“At the last minute,”
he stroked his neck.
"lightly.
The color horse just lightly strangled the head of the climax.”
"......." "There was no need for a strong inaction.
It didn't take any serious effort.
two hands.
He strangled his neck with both his hands.
When he was choked and choked, the climax was pickled with pleasure and smiled brightly.
Even after death, the face of the corpse smiled happily.”
The angel grew tall.
“The climax was literally engulfed in climax and died.
It was dishonorable and unhappiness, but it was not unhappiness.”
in the middle of the snowy field.
bodies were seen.
Dead bodies that live as if they were not dead.
They were hardened by the twilight of dawn.
The corpses did not even move, so it was like a forest made of shadows.
“The moral of this story is simple.”
“I mean, don’t play with stinky horses!”
The Moorim Majesty grunted.
“It’s not just an old story, it really happened.
hey! He was a master who raised jade and gold at Tangmun, but that bitch secretly sent a black horse to assassinate him.”
“Fufu.”
Zombies were scattered all over the snow, without the masses.
Was it the trace of chasing our party yesterday? The angels approached those zombies.
“Most of the youngsters who go out to rivers are mistaken.
The goal of the Moorim is to reach the level of invincibility, and the reason to learn martial arts is to gain immortality and eternal life.”
Shout out, Chunma raised a zombie.
"Gal (唱)." Chunma and Moorim Maengju.
The two carried zombies.
"Those who have reached complete poisoning will die from something other than poison.
Those who have reached the invincibility of the Geumgang will be killed by something other than a sword." I understand.
Kang Ho-in does not simply choose which martial arts to learn.”
Chunma struggled to move the zombie: “You decide what kind of uninhabited person you want to live, and at the same time you decide how you will die.”
The movement of Chunma carrying the zombies was slow and slow, like a postman delivering heavy luggage, while carrying the zombies, Chunma put them down in the middle, took a deep breath, and moved again.
“Man dies someday.”
He repeated that, "Do you not know that we are.
How can you complain about the fact that you are dying?" Last night, the zombies seemed to have wandered around, and the scattered zombies were gathered one by one again by Chunma and Moorim Maengju.
It took a long time.
Their physical strength was not good, and there were too many corpses.
"It's okay to be assassinated.
It's okay to be poisoned.
It's okay to be attacked by strife, and it's good to eat a shot from Shaolin Temple folks.
It's good to die being betrayed by a subordinate, and it's even better to die after being asked for a secret service by late Jisoo." Middle Heaven.
When the Zombies were put back in their place, the sun rose in the center of the sky, and the footprints of the two men were engulfed in the snow.
“However, this kind of death is unacceptable.
”
Chunma looked at me, gasping for breath, “Did I ask how you endured?”
"......." "We just want to die as we wish." The old man of the faction arranged hundreds of corpses.
The woman of magic put hundreds of corpses in a line.
So the zombies looked like two armies facing each other, and it seemed like they would rush in and start a battle at any moment.
"The cause of death is the same, but the date of death is different." When we fell into the world of the apocalypse and witnessed the first zombies, the conversation our party had while observing the forest of corpses.
I can't help but think that the body was moved..." "Is it some kind of grave?" "It's a tomb.
From a distance, it looks like a terracotta dragon." At night, the zombies move freely.
Yet, as many as a thousand zombies gather in one snowy field.
If you think about it, isn't this in itself a strange thing? “Hmm.”
okay.
Unless someone intentionally puts the zombies in one place.
“There aren’t many people who have gone far today.”
Five hundred people of magic.
“Last night, the moonlit night was clear.
It's not as good as the sunlight, but the moonlight is also eaten by the Gangsi...
.”
Five hundred people of the faction.
Chunma and Moorim Maengju moved their respective servants.
It was a great job that took about half a day.
However, the two moved silently.
As if doing a normal routine.
“We are having such a great battle.”
“Three years have passed since then.”
Snow is falling.
“Jeongpa Moorim will never be destroyed by something like Gangsi.”
people die “The fate of our school is not determined by being eaten by mere corpses.”
The old file-bang and the five-generation family all disappear.
“Truly, if our faction should be destroyed, it must be because of the evil magician’s fingertips.”
Even if all the unpaid secretaries become dusty and no one can read them, "If the main school disappears from the world, it will only be by the blade of a faction." This world has not yet been destroyed.
Because two people must die for the world to be destroyed.
Even if there are billions of humans in the world, and even if nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine people die from an infectious disease.
If the last person takes his own life, the cause of the world is not a soldier, but suicide.
Note: Namgung-Woon.”
The old man took the supremacy.
“Magyoju.
Sobaekhyang.”
The woman took the supremacy.
The sun has crossed the heavens.
Years have passed since the two of them remained under the world.
During those years, their daily routine was only to decide what the cause of this world would be.
Is it the destruction of the magic religion by the lord of Moorim? Or is it the destruction of factions by the heavenly demons.
“Life and death.”
“Don’t accept it.”
The two warriors unleashed their supremacy.
In the middle of the snowy field facing the five hundred rulers and five hundred demons, Maengju Moorim and Cheonma rushed in.
I still couldn't recognize the two men's martial arts.
He was stepping on.
He struggled.
He really barely reached out his arm.
His movements were so slow that even a child would not be able to follow him.
His hand movements were so weak that he would not be able to crush even a single tangerine.
"......." A genre that has declined A world in decline.
This apocalypse was slowly dying after 990 days.
I opened my mouth, watching the two of them dance from afar, and unwittingly muttered, “It can’t be like this.”
My heart was pounding, "It's unreasonable." -.......
“You can’t do this.”
A fierce battle ensued in the snowy field.
Moorim Maengju and Chunma, who once had splendid martial arts while arguing about the best in the world, were now only able to play at the level of a child.
They rolled in the snow.
.
"In the eyes of a swordsman, that might look like a really great fight.
Yes.
I'm just a beginner who just started learning swordsmanship.
But no matter how great the trick is in that swordsmanship, no matter how great a reason is hidden..." until the end of the day and into the evening.
Moorim Maengju and Chunma did not stop fighting for a moment.
“This is an insult.”
the sunset has gone Today's victory was undetermined.
“It’s an insult to both of them.”
Declined world.
In a world where there is no cure for an epidemic, the two Muslims were strong enough to survive.
But they were too weak to take each other's lives.
“I can’t do this.”
The world is cruel because you can't be born the way you want.
So, what is a world where you can't die the way you want? that it doesn't end well.
That life just got cut off along the way.
- What are you going to do? The mastermind said quietly.
-Are you going to kill the Heavenly Demon and then the Moorim Maengju instead? okay.
It can also be a merciful gift.
If it were me, it would be However, we must not forget that both you and I are nothing more than 'strangers'.
"I know." The two Muslims do not wish to commit suicide.
If you must die, you only hope to die at the hands of the other person.
Demonism does not perish due to eccentricities, but falls by defeating factions.
The faction did not succumb to epidemics or the like, but was destroyed by the arrival of the world of magic.
such an end.
proper ending.
An understandable, end-of-life.
Even if I break in and kill those two, it is neither [the end] nor [the end].
Not even a merciful gift.
Those things are just [graffiti] added to the back of a children's book.
It shouldn't be like that.
“I,”
I said to the mastermind.
“I will capture the world in my own way.”
- What is the method? I didn't answer the hinter's question.
The sunset has come.
“Bur, it’s already dinner time.
old man.”
“Because it’s winter… huh.
The day goes by fast...
.”
“You must make a decision tomorrow.”
“Who’s going to say… .”
The evening deepened.
The 990th day of Jeongma Daejeon was also naturally ceased.
Chun-ma and Moorim Meng-ju withdrew their hands, and returned to the cave, looking more exhausted than yesterday.
“Where have you been?”
The companions greeted us.
A viper stood guard at the entrance to the cave, and the pharmacist and drug lord were busy researching something surrounding the zombies.
It was the zombie of the shaman who surprised us yesterday.
“We were looking at patients.
Yesterday wasn't too bad...
.”
“Are you making any progress?”
The drug king and the pharmacist looked at each other.
The king of medicine made a ttt sound first.
“Not yet.”
"Yes… This is the first time a virus like this has ever been seen.”
I guess so.
Macheon and Moorim Maengju walked to the other side of the cave saying they would rest first.
I checked the backs of the two Moorimmen moving away, and turned my gaze to the pharmacist.
"President." "Yes?" “Tell me honestly.
If you were to make a cure, how long do you think it would take?”
"Ah.
uh, uh.”
The pharmacist hesitated.
“To be really honest… At least 120 days.”
“That double.
It may take three times longer.
In the first place, such a schedule is generous.
Even if you have enough, there will always be not enough.”
The king of medicine added bluntly.
The pharmacist bowed his head.
“… … Yes, that's also true.
It's the worst case ever...
.”
Well.
"If it's short, it's 100 days.
If it's long, it's about 300 days, right?" "Eww.
that… … “The pharmacist bowed his head.
… Developing a cure within the time limit is impossible.”
As we were sent to the apocalypse, the head of the library said, "When you guys open your eyes, it will still be a world 10 days before the unhappy discontinuation of the Cheonma Sillok." .」 In other words, no matter what happens.
In the next 10 days, the world will truly be destroyed.
The Chunma and Wu Rim commander who have survived so far will also die.
…”
"Nope." I shook my head, "That's enough." “Yes, yes?”
“Don’t worry, boss.”
The dagger around my waist, I gently steered the hilt, "I'll solve the problem of time somehow.
Don't give up and keep studying." "......." "I told you yesterday when I first fell into this world.
Do you remember?" This is no ordinary book.
It is truly one world.
We have come to save the world.
"........" The pharmacist nodded cautiously.
The two of us shared some kind of gaze.
"…Ki, I remember.
Of course I remember, Sawang-sama…." I also nodded.
"I'm going to tell you it's the same as yesterday.
The time limit is just around the corner.
If you don't break this stage, you can't escape from the apocalypse forever.
Please stop all such trivial thoughts.
I will do my best in my position.
Teni, the boss, please show only your best.”
“Cut off all your thoughts…”
“Yes.
I promise you.
Other than that, I'll take care of all other issues." I said.
To the person who will later be called the pension lord.
"Trust me and work."67.