Desire

The rush of life threatened him. It was a huge, intense, horrible life for the skin to tingle. A thousand-year-old triumph. Five hundred years ago, a monk soaked in blood killed more than just a murderer, a monster who had to be called a massacre.

Even in front of life, even in the presence of such an old monster, Ajin looks gravely. Although it felt a little worse, Ajin did not shrink at all in the life of the victor. Rather, I feel unpleasant.

‘Fivirine.’

I can't believe that stuff got mixed up in prayer. I didn't even notice how many people the victor had killed. Ajin swallowed my surprise that such carnage could be fresh.

That's it.

Surprise was all. I'm just surprised that a massacre like that can be fresh. It was just a dirty feeling in the life of a monk, and I wasn't so afraid. Of course, he admitted it. The conqueror is a connoisseur. He must be more connoisseur than anyone Azin has ever encountered on the frontier. Maybe, no, definitely. More than 1,000 horses.

In other words, we can say that winning is the most advanced master. As long as it doesn't hurt.

‘This is ridiculous compared to the queen. ’

You must have been nervous before you met the queen. Maybe it boiled. No. Am I being pushed? There was a huge gap between the pain before entering the Black Forest and the pain now coming out of the Black Forest. Before entering the Black Forest, Ajin could not bear the thousand horses alone.

But now? What about Azin, who defeated the heads of the Black Forest, and gained their power and the queen's approval? Instead of being deprived of the special ability of the Homocrisis title by Gladiolus, Ajin now, who has mastered the Jinn Shrine to the extreme.

“Tsk."

Azin stopped thinking. He hears a small groan behind his back, and Azin's head turns back. Camila shrugs and shivers. A thick coat of fur won't stain it, but it will definitely give you goosebumps on your skin. Azin looks at Camila's face, pale and choking with his hands. Despite the black snow and Persian flavor, they were unable to protect Camila because of the intense life of the monk.

I hear something snapping in his head. No, it didn't break completely. Azin barely holds his head together and straightens his expression. This is Snow Snow. The streets of Snow Snow.

Those excited about the festival retreat from the freshmen who are instinctively confronting the pain. It was because his life was so intense. Azin tilts his head tightly and looks at the winner.

“Let's move the place. ”

Civilians will stir up chaos here. Passover Forest, the palace owner of the Ice Palace, can be understood, but if you do damage to civilians for no reason, you must also convince the management of snowflakes. If so, it is better to move the place.

“The young say come to the old?" ”

The monk grins, his face distorted. At that smile, he slowly takes a few steps back. He holds Camila's trembling hand and says,

“Did you? ”

“What?"

Azin's voice was so low that he couldn't hear it properly. Ajin soothes Camila by touching her hand and letting her out of her senses. Azin's cold eyes glanced at the victor.

“Are you scared?”

That said, the winner's mouth opened. It wasn't just a victory. Even Devello's expression is dazed, as are the other gods. Asin holds Camila in his arms without waiting for the winner's answer.

“This...”

Before he could say anything, Ajin landed on the ground. Raw snow and Persian rushes into the shadow of Azin. It was better to move together in the shadows than to chase them through the sky.

“Are you okay? ”

Across the air, Ajin asks Camilla. Camila, held in her arms, is still trembling. It was not because of the cold, but because I was exposed to the life of the victor.

“Yes, yes. ”

Camila barely replies with a thin voice. Hearing the answer, Ajin gritted his teeth. Camila looks up at Azin. Camila swallows her breath, looking at the blood splatter coming up from her neck to her chin.

She had never seen both sides' faces so angry. Maybe it's because of me. Camila knew why he was angry, but I couldn't tell him I was okay.

“.. can't you run away? ”

That's what Camilla asked. The life I had just received from a champion I had just met. Camila hasn't lived long, but she's never felt more terrified.

“Why are you telling me to run? ”

I can feel the victories and other freshmen, Devello, and the lack of cohesion following behind my back. Ajin relieves himself by sweeping Camila's head down.

“What if my father... dies? With your mom and I, I mean, if your dad dies, I don't want to worry. ”

Ajin tried to smile. But even with Ajin's smile, Camilla's anxiety did not go away entirely. It was because the life of the monk was too intense. Ajin grips Camila by the back of her neck.

“You two are the strongest in the line of fire.” “But...” “No, it's the strongest thing in the world. ”

Maybe not. Ajin lied about that to reassure Camilla. Fortunately, lying is a habit for Azin. Camila hears Azin's steady voice and nods her head.

That should do it. He's down in the snow. Rare white snow. The snow was still scattered. Ajin looks down at Camila in her arms and says,

“Stay in the shadows. ”

“Yes. Dad, um..."

He staggers to the ground and lifts Camilla by the hand of Azin. Camila still sees pain with her slightly anxious eyes.

“.. be careful. ”

“Yes."

Ajin wipes Camila's head, and Camila barely smiles and walks into her shadow. Azin, standing alone on the snow, slowly swallowed his breath.

It's all right now. There's no civilians around. You don't have to worry about anyone else. Camila lets you hide in the shadows.

So it's okay. His expression disappears from his face. The Black Giga overflows without restraint. Perch. Freshmen arriving a little later open their eyes to see the azine surrounded by darkness.

“You cheeky little...! ”

A eunuch, who had been insulted by Ajin, frowned. He saw the Black Age surrounding Azin, but he was neither hesitant nor frightened. Even though he had been in the Abbey for 500 years, he had previously bathed himself in the blood of the Moorish monks. The closest victory to the Moorish people 500 years ago, he had continued to practice shamanism for 500 years.

“There's nothing fresh about it. ”

Ajin mutters, seeing the triumph of explicit emotions. The monk's eyebrows twitched.

“Taunt makes you angry, and that's just like humans. What's fresh and what's a monastery? I'm an old man after a long stay.” “You bastard!” "I'll do the honors. ”

Azin mutters and raises his hand. Heave-ho. The old pack covers his hands.

“Come here. ”

“Hahaha! ”

The gods who were watching behind the victor burst into laughter. Yoo-ha, who held his stomach and giggled, cried out.

“Hey, Thousand Years Old! You used to be Thousand Years Old, but now you're just treating me like an old man!” “It's been a long time. Yes, of course. What are you, a thousand years old? After all these years, you're a dead man. ”

I smiled and said, "Heavy Hemisphere." The monk sighed. The boiling emotions are heightened, and when it crosses a certain line, Winner's head rises above him. His eyes flashed like a beast under the hair that burst like a flaming fire dancing with fury.

“I can't help but feel that the young will yield. ”

The monk mutters and raises his hands. The blue strength in his hands is young. The strongman who covered his hand spread throughout the body and wrapped himself around the monk. Five hundred years ago, he gave a thousand year old star to the monk. The monarch disappears from the net and is chaired in the Moorish. It's the Blue Crescent Horseman.

Ajin doesn't know the Blue Crescent Horseman. I didn't even want to know. The astronaut who was trained by Ajin is the most unemployed under heaven. It was called the golden golden feast 500 years ago. Gogol refers to the past and the present, and the first story of the thousand year old was 500 years ago.

It's not 500 years ago now. The highest bidder today is Ajin, the Thousand Horseman. The triumphant monk looks at the black aura surrounding Azin's body and stretches out his feet.

The outstretched feet did not carve footprints into the snow. This is the moment when the highest price meets the highest price. In the brawl of those who once took pride in seeing the end of the world, the eyes are not crushed.

The brawl is quiet. The sound does not pursue movement. The monk came in from the front and waved his hand around the blue river in front of Azin. After giving up the first number, Usussaint opened his mouth without consideration to Ajin from the beginning.

“Slow.”

Ironically, the sight of Azin only leaked out after the victorious attack was over, stopping it, and after the victorious attack had taken place 15 times in total. It's because the victor's attack was much faster than the words he spit out.

His expression was slightly stiff. Raise the Shinhwan Mascot to 5 stars and make it 15 bacon. But it all got in the way. I feel like I'm wielding empty air. The monk frowns as he looks at the pain standing motionless.

“You, what tricks...”

“Right shoulder. ”

Ajin spits it out. He doesn't understand. Instead, the Gene Thousand Shin moved. Around Azin, a shimmering darkness turns into an awl and shoots at the shoulder of the monk.

“Phew!”

The monk twists his shoulders in shock. Pa! A shot awl grazes the shoulder of the monk and passes by.

“Left leg. ”

The Force is moving again. His face distorted. The attack spreads just as Azin predicted. The monk leaps forward and dodges the attack.

“Right chest. ”

“Left flank. ”

“The people.”

“Left knee. ”

“Right elbow. ”

“Back.”

His voice was so small. But as the silent prophecy dictates, the attack went on without a lie. I was embarrassed at first, but nothing touched the victor except the first attack.

“You! You worthless...”

“Left chest. ”

Heart. Strength shot out. The monk twists his body as he kicks his tongue. I don't know what he wants to do, but he was already used to the speed of the technique by Azin.

The trail of strength that was stretched was broken along the way. His eyes widened. Phew! A strong trench crashes into the right side of the monk. He swallowed his breath and hurriedly ran the Blue Crescent Horseman, pushing the strength of Azin away.

The monk who stood on the ground bleeding saw pain as he twisted his face like an evil spirit.

“I didn't say left chest.”

“Do you believe that? ”

Azin asked with a nonsense face.

“I'm not an idiot. ”