184 Lightning strikes twice (1)

"Damn, damn it!!"

Rough profanity poured out of the woman's mouth.

A woman with white skin like eyes named Julia Vilkova.

He was a congregation serving the status of evil and an executive in the Devil's Church.

She bites her lips, distorting her beautiful face.

'I got hit.'

A political force designed to defeat the Guardians.

All the connections that had been built up for years were taken away.

It's a petty way of not being ridiculous either.

"Damn it!"

Petty, pathetic trick.

I can't believe you baited the antidote after you poisoned the wine.

Eight-year-old Twin Mischievous or absurd way to use.

'Problem is.'

I held my fist.

It didn't matter whether it was a classic method or one that was close to cliche.

'It works.'

Threatening to take a life.

Fear that if you don't get the antidote within a week, you will die struggling in terrible pain.

The corrupt politicians she deliberately screened could not expect her beliefs to go beyond that horror.

It is self-evident that even to take the antidote, it is necessary to follow his orders desperately.

"Phew."

I sighed deeply.

I opened my eyes thinly.

'I have to make an antidote first.'

Creating an antidote is essential to reuse politicians who have become slaves to the Guardians.

"And…."

She stomped her stomach.

The most important reason to create an antidote.

'Cause I drank it too.'

He didn't know if the poison in the wine would affect him.

Her flesh was closer to the devil than man by accepting Magi.

'That doesn't mean I can't stand it.'

Being possessed of the devil's flesh was not poison resistant.

'We have to go to Tibet.'

Among the Devil's Bridge branches, there was a large branch with five fingers in it.

'Go and develop an antidote.'

At the same time, I had to get rid of the poison that was left in my body.

"Phew."

I took a deep breath.

The boiling emotion subsided.

Her eyes sank deep.

"Ogungwoo, D."

A man with something crucial twisted, totally incompatible with the name Guardians.

I remembered his gaze when he looked at himself.

For some reason, I was creeping over my skin.

'He must have something.'

I moved my steps with a restless expression.

I left the White House and headed straight for the airport.

The airport was equipped with a dedicated jet she rode.

'I had to go because of what happened to the Fire Master anyway.'

I put myself on a jet heading to Tibet.

I grabbed the hand that was shaking with anxiety.

* * *

"Is it okay to let him go?"

The White House where the summit is taking place.

On the balcony, a woman walks behind the windy rain.

A woman who has a keen atmosphere in her inviting appearance. However, his face and gesture were filled with a color that could not be hidden.

"It's okay. I let you go on purpose."

On Kurosaki glass, no, on Reese's question, I opened the rainy base.

I saw a limo disappearing with Julia on board from a distance.

I turned around and came into the room.

His private room provided by the United States side. It was as if the royal palace was full of splendid furniture.

I sat in a chair made of fine leather.

The approaching Reese sits on a chair armrest with her hands on her shoulders.

"Since when did you know she was demonic?"

"Since we first met."

"Phew. Didn't Maggie feel it? I checked with the humans who attended the series once today, and I didn't feel it at the time."

Reese extends her left arm while sitting on the armrest.

Her left arm turned into a sticky tentacle and lengthened.

The tentacle grabbed a cup of coffee that was far away and brought it to the front of the rain.

"Demonic Church has a way to hide Magi's energy completely inside her heart. I don't know. I just don't know."

"How did the Demon King..."

"I told you not to call me Demon King."

"Oh, ho ho. I'm sorry. How did you find out about rainfall?"

Rain picked up a cup of coffee and drank it.

"Scented."

"Scent?"

"I used incense to compulsively arouse desire."

A sensation that was completely similar to the first time Magi was accepted, when the flesh turned into the devil's.

The time had passed, but there was no way the memory of that time had disappeared.

He doesn't think so either.

'Cause I'm still watching.'

From the impulse of desire brought by the devil's flesh, from destruction and bloodlust, from nightmares and thirsts in which all desires go mad.

I was holding on.

I never had to endure a single moment.

"There are only those who can make it look like the devil's impulse."

The fact that when you think of the forces of demonism that extend around the world, there's no room for intervention in the political sphere of the country.

The devil participated in the summit, so there was no need to panic.

'Rather a good opportunity.'

It was no exaggeration to encounter the Devil Bridge at the summit.

Rain looked down at his hands.

Hands that Julia shook hands with.

A small drop of black blood was placed at the end of the index finger of the right hand.

I tried to wipe off the drop of blood by lifting the tissue.

"Oh, I'll clean it up for you."

Reese grabs the hand of the rain trying to wipe off the drop of blood.

She tastes like a predator aiming for prey and licks the blood on her fingertips with her tongue.

A black drop of blood mixed with Reese's saliva disappeared into her mouth.

The feeling of epilepsy stimulated my fingers.

"... I don't ask why you bled?"

"Phew. Roughly."

In response, rainfall spilled a feeding smile.

Also, Reese was comfortable with this part because she noticed it quickly.

'If it had been Balok, it would have been chaotic.'

Baloch, who couldn't bring him to America, came to mind.

"Oh, how do we manage poisoned humans?"

"Oh, you don't have to manage that."

"You don't have to manage?"

Reese curls her head and spits out a short elasticity.

"Oh, I see. Huhu. You don't have to take care of it."

Reese smiles deeply.

I reached out and stroked the cheeks of the rain.

"That Julia man is a fool too. Wh-No, there's no way that beauty can work for Mr. Rain."

"Huh?"

That was not true.

In fact, when Julia's beauties were sticking together, she was holding on to the string of reason.

Eighteen eyes appeared on Reese's face.

Her cheek stroke began to turn into a horrible green tentacle.

"Rain is now a body that I cannot be satisfied with."

'No.'

"You pretend not to like it on the outside, but your body is honest."

'No, Shiva.'

Lifting his hand, he slightly pushes the clinging lyrics.

Reese retreats as if it were too bad.

Rain rose from the chair.

"I would have gotten more cooperation from all over the country, but I have to get ready."

Reese gracefully lowers her waist, lifting the hem of the dress.

"Everything is according to the will of the Devil."

* * *

Highlands of Tibet.

There was a huge Devil's Bridge branch that developed the whole mountain.

A large branch with thousands of Demon Buddhists.

Demon Church, a place where groups close to the cult lived, was made up of modern facilities.

Among the myriad rooms that stretched like ant dens, there was an old priest with a black robe beside the woman lying on the operating table.

He opened his mouth in a cautious voice.

"… none."

"What?"

Julia frowns, the woman lying on the operating table, as if she were talking.

The old priest opened his mouth.

"No poison found. I've investigated with dark magic, ordinary magic, and modern medical technology, but Julia's body has nothing to do with it."

"... What?"

Julia opens her mouth with a frowning expression.

"No poison, huh?"

"I checked it out because I wanted to see if it was like a parasite, but... nothing was wrong."

"……."

Silence sits down.

It was complicated in my head.

Inaudible sensations spread throughout the body on the back of the spine.

"Sleep, Tin."

Julia's voice trembled.

A drink that was handed out by a human named Augang Woo. And the things that were behind her quickly passed through her head.

"No way."

He said he was poisoned by wine.

He said he would die in a week without his antidote.

And the evidence?

"Evidence, …."

Emanuel Amont.

One that he screamed in agony.

It was only one of them.

He was an ordinary person, not even a player.

If you are a high-level player, one of the general public who is weak enough to seize easily is able to exert pressure with magic.

Other than that, there was no evidence that the wine contained poison.

Julia mutters in a trembling voice.

"Why... why?"

It got more complicated in my head.

She murmured with a stupid-looking expression that seemed incomprehensible.

It wasn't him I couldn't understand.

The one who believed his words so easily.

Why did you trust him so easily?

The memory of that time was played back in my head.

'I don't know.'

I didn't know why I trusted him so much.

An overbearing attitude? A confident eye? A cliche called poison on wine?

I had a lot on my mind, but I wasn't sure of anything.

Julia raises her expression and puts her right hand on her forehead.

"... Huh?"

At that time, I saw something in the palm of my hand.

It was a black liquid.

"What is it?"

I frown. I snap the black liquid with my fingers and put it close in front of my eyes.

Knng, knng. I smell it.

It smelled like stink.

"Blood...?"

She curled her head with an incomprehensible expression.

* * *

"War... ready?"

Guyana hardened her expression as if she could not understand the words of the rain.

The rain nodded.

"Yes, we have been promised support from all over the world, so we must now prepare for a full-scale war with Demon Church."

"Ha, but!"

Guyana shouted with an embarrassing expression.

"We… don't even know where they are yet."

"I figured out at least one place."

Rain smiled.

"Tibet. The Chinese branch of Devil's Church is located in the mountains of Tibet."