254 Daddy's too strong. Episode 253.

The Chunma Protestant Church was an unidentified organization.

Rumor has it that the great masters of the world are gathered in the midfield.

Officially, the cilantro group had jungle blindness to the Jeongpa, and the Sapa had pedigree. However, according to some storytellers who spread the catch around the country, the true owner of the midfield was rumored to be a heavenly god, not a government official, a moorish, or a blood religion.

Gwangak, a direct disciple of the eldest son of Shaolin, went on a journey to the central region after discarding Shaolin, who was born with a thousand years of age and raised him. Soon after hearing the news that Shaolin had disappeared, the Moorim League pursued him, and even the most powerful rabble was unable to deal with all the masters of the Moorim League, so he decided to hide himself for a while on Mt. Gonryun, which is known to be a rough mountaineering mountain.

I can't believe there was a place like this!

Seven days later, Gwangak is at the foot of the mountain of Gonryun.

After discovering the Heavenly Horse Protestantism hidden in the haze, he naturally stepped forward.

For Gwangak, who had a dull daily life at Shaolin Temple, this place was enough to add to the excitement.

Strong-mindedness.

The Celestial Gods were simply a world of weak and strong.

Only one thing. If we keep the clause prohibiting the killing of teachers.

I could use it as a foundation for growth, where I could learn the exploits of Protestantism and become constantly strong.

Although it was a natural madness, it quickly grew by following the one and only law of the Protestant Church to be strong, and was honored to be the third Mazon.

And abiding by the laws of the faith.

Gwangak, which was able to reign as a strong man within the Protestant Church, was.

For ten years, only one question was strongly held.

That was not only true of the music, but also for most teachers of the Catholic Church.

"The main seat could not shake off one question, immersing itself in the Catholicism."

For more than twenty years in the midfield.

Until he rose to the position of the Three Horse Zone, building up his strength in the Chunma Divine Church.

Gwangak had never seen Cheonma in person.

"Would Chunma be a real person?"

Yes. The rabid didn't see the heavenly horse.

Come to think of it, the position of Mazon was only a natural name derived from the Protestant Church. The name Mazon, which was born as a result of fear from the surroundings, was removed from his name as the Magong of Protestantism. Although he was recognized for his military power within the Protestant Church, he had never known a heavenly horse.

"Some of the teachers said they had seen the heavenly horse, but in the end it was a lie."

Everything was different.

Some are also called Bibigo's clerks, who keep the Shinto books.

Some say Chunma is a handyman who uses the yard every morning.

It was also called Jomso, who works in the market, or Ma Sun, who is in the lawmaker's office.

"......."

"So the main seat thought."

Perhaps the heavenly horse is not a real person.

Fictionally dotted, just a device to keep the order of the Protestant Church.

And the heavenly horse, if it has power, is a glorious place for anyone in the Protestant Church.

"I'm going to be a heavenly horse myself."

It was called the Strong Zone.

Then if you have the strongest power in the Catholic Church.

It would be no different then than a heavenly horse.

"Cough!"

The Wei Zhonggi, who was listening to the words of the rabble, vomited his blood.

He was said to be a former commander of Baal's corps, but I didn't know he would be at this level.

The organs seemed to have been in a mess, even though the self-defense force and the sword were spread out to reduce the damage as much as possible. The ribs are already gone. The heavy machine bit his lips well.

"......that's funny. That's why a self-proclaimed Chunma entered the ranks of Baal's men."

The expression of the fanatic music crumpled at the words of the Wei Zhong period.

At the same time, the hands of the fanatic were dyed red. A phenomenon seen in the operation of the polar plasma. It was a force similar to the first stage of arming, but not comparable to that.

"You'd better watch your language. Your precious lifeline is at the mercy of the main post. I'll show you mercy for the last time, considering my past attachment to the same religion. Now, come on, have your respect for the main seat!"

The crane puffed out.

However, his eyes did not die.

Rather than the eyes of the rabid, they were shining even more.

Sreung.

The sword was pulled out.

A white knot on the handle of a sword from the sword's nest shook in the wind.

A certificate presented to Muyeong Daewon, a secret inspection group within the Chunma Divine Church. The last life passed like a flash in the brain of the past. To his chagrin, Chunma taught him how to conduct the inspection.

the Guchon Magum

in spite of years of teaching

I couldn't even finish a single herbivore properly.

Nevertheless, Wei Zhong-ki was able to adapt from a rough mind thanks to Do Jun's teaching.

"As you know, no one, like any of the other teachers, has been able to do a proper amount of the divine service. The reason why you were so persistent in digging your own blood plasma was because you failed to accept the piety of the Protestant Church."

a quick take

A tendon sprang up on the forehead of the fanatic.

The crane scattered the sword at the sight.

"You didn't want to believe it. The reality that you, who were called genius in Shaolin, gave up the military service of theology just like everyone else."

But that's no shame.

even if you dare not master the martial arts of heaven and earth.

Not to be ridiculed at all, nor to be sarcastic. Rather, I thought it was a natural result.

"Do you really think that you, who have been dying for ten years and have not been able to properly spread any herbivores, dare to say the name of heavenly horse?"

The face of the rabble no longer looked like that of man.

A face contorted with envy, jealousy, and anger was like a monster.

"If heaven did not exist, as you said, where would the divine exploits come from?"

I didn't want to admit it.

It's just, you know, ten years of life, you've studied it, you know?

I didn't want to accept the fact that not a single herbivore of the Protestant church was properly served.

For more than a decade, I spent more than a decade reading the mouth of the Hanbing madang, one of the introductory military exploits, and immerse myself in the study without any mistakes, but I couldn't achieve even a single work. So, rather, I began to devote myself to the whole-body martial art of Surah plasma.

As a result, he eventually rose to the position of Mazon, but there was still a "feeling of inferiority" at the heart of Gwangak.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The rabble spat out a lion's hue.

The Taishan thundered, and ran to the Wei Zhongqi.

The Wei Zhonggi performed the first meal of the Guchon-gum, and the Gwangak performed the Surah blood plasma.

Quaaaaang!

***

Two men vomited blood.

However, the condition was different. The crane collapsed on the spot.

On the other hand, the rabble cut his chest long, but fortunately avoided a fatal wound.

Rather than being hurt by a military officer, Gwangak was furious at the fact that he almost died at the first meal of the incomplete Guchon-gum. It may have been due to the purple window of the critical period, but in fact, the herbivore itself was a Protestant.

Cuckoo!

The heavy machine lying on the floor spewed out a handful of blood.

The chest was horribly distorted, and blood streamed out and soaked the floor.

The music was now courteous and angry, and all I could think about was killing the Wei Zhonggi. The hand of the rabble began to turn red again.

the slowly closing eyelids of the critical mass

The rabble felt that the crane was looking at him.

And

"...Cheon... Ma... Nim."

I called you Heavenly Horse.

The rabble, however, only gave a false laugh.

Now you're asking for my life?

However, Gwangak realized that the Wei Zhonggi was not looking at him.

Beyond his shoulders, he was looking at something far away.

"......."

Soon, the eyelids of the crane were completely covered.

The rabble looked slowly, very slowly, back.

And I could find someone standing at the end of the cliff.

"......what, it was smallpox."

It's Liz's blood ally that I couldn't handle before.

But the outfit was a little unique. new to the rabies

A man in a black coat, seemingly defenseless.

The rabble laughed and tried to jump on the man.

'.......'

My body won't move.

No matter how much I tried to boost my mana, it was the same.

'What's the occasion?

So embarrassed, rather calm.

The rabble looked at the man. The man was looking at the crane with his eyes closed.

"Cough!"

The crane vomited blood again.

This time, the man turned his head slightly and stared at the rabble.

The fanatic shuddered at the sight of the man's eyes.

No emotion could be read into the cold sunken eyes.

...ma... ...nim.

And

The eyes of the fanatic, which recalled the words that the Wei Zhonggi said earlier, grew bigger and bigger.

A true master of the religion who had been veiled without face, voice, or any information.

The fanatic repeatedly denied it, saying it couldn't be. However, unlike reason, the body was following instinct. The legs trembled, as if they were quivering.

'Ee, what the hell is this pressure......'

I couldn't breathe properly.

No, is he breathing?

The music seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

The man murmured.

"Get down."

Bang!

The rabble knelt down.

It was an act that had nothing to do with one's will.

The body is in its own way.

Bang!

This time I hit my forehead on the floor.

This, too, had nothing to do with will.

The man fell on his stomach and lifted the crane past the bowing rabble.

The fanatic felt his heart about to burst. You're telling me this man is a heavenly horse?

Shaking.

My body was shaking.

fear

Kwangak had never felt this feeling before.

Even in front of the Devil King Baal, when he was cursed.

I just felt irritated...….

then

Someone came in from the entrance.

It was one of the fresh ones that existed on the fourth floor of the center.

The rabble knew the new line. It was a supernova.

The man handed the crane to the supernova. The supernova with a crane on her back went straight up to the fourth floor.

And on the fifth floor, there are only two men and Kwangak left.

The rabble realized that something had been holding him back had disappeared.

Now I can move my body freely. And quickly, ten meters away from the man, then posed so that he could strike back at any time.

The hand of the rabble began to turn red.

"You have so many disappointments."

A blue energy rose from Dojun's hand.

Then, the surrounding land began to freeze.

The pupils of the rabid eyes grew bigger.

"Ha, Hanbing madang!"

How can I not know?

"Da, you, Ji, real wife, Chun...…."

The rabble puffed back.

However, he couldn't say what he was going to say until the end.

Blimey!

broad, inclusive

The entire fifth floor of the center began to freeze.

***

Chirp chirp.

The critical mass occurred in the bedroom.

The upper body was wrapped in bandages.

But it didn't hurt. The bones were also well attached.

The Wei Zhonggi suddenly remembered the moment before he was about to fall.

"......."

a sliding door which is slightly open

In between, you could see Dojun sitting on the floor and looking down at the mountain.

The Wei Zhonggi slowly approached him, kneeling, and bowing.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I'm ashamed of myself."

"Are you feeling well?"

"...Yes, thanks to you."

"That's enough, then."

Do-joon got up from his seat with his briefcase.

And as soon as I was about to go to work.

Dojun said.

"Is the herbivore practicing steadily?"

"We do it together every day."

"If you don't know anything, you can ask anytime."

Dojun left the horse behind and disappeared.

And said Cho Yang-woon, who was bringing the fruit she had peeled on a plate.

"Bur, are you gone already?"

"......yeah."

"Aing. Why don't you say something before you go?"

The critical period was then.

He found his sword standing on the side of the room.

The white knot that was tied to the handle was torn in a showdown with the rabble.

One day it was back in its original form.