SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

81.

There was a loud noise in the snow.

“What the hell is wrong with you! ”

“Sa, you're alive...? ”

“Is this the Canyon...? ”

The martyrs. The unmanned.

The last thing they remember is their own death. You may have memories of being raped, but you don't remember being raped. From their point of view, they blinked once and years passed.

"......."

There were those who had spent three years completely.

The teacher stared blankly at the snow with an unbelievable look on his eyes.

“My pupil.... ”

“Yes, Master. ”

“Did you come from outside the city, not from outside the country...? This, this is not just a man-made spell. A trick made in a wild legend. Or did he die and come to the Hilltop without even knowing it...? ”

“No, no, no. ”

I shook my head.

“They don't use them as teachers anymore. compared to my lifetime. But this is not a monument, and they have memories of their lives. ”

"......."

“Go check it out. ”

"......."

“Come on, Master. ”

Sakak.

The teacher walks. The sound of... light footsteps. It was the footsteps of a strong man whose disconnect was broken. The sound of an unmanned man's footsteps, lost in the air. The sound of a woman's footsteps that has remained in battle for three years.

You're welcome.

My teacher.

You make a light footstep and approach the Christians. The Christians were trying to figure out the situation somehow.

“Well, first, we need to check the situation. Stay calm! Send scouts...! ”

“Blood 39740. ”

Stop.

A group of twelve martyrs is silent. And I looked at the teacher and their bishop with a vivid look.

“Cheonmai...? ”

The teacher's breath became more white.

“The blood lord.”

"......."

“What a nobleman you are. ”

The silence is contagious. At first, only ten remain. However, ten people kept their mouths shut, and hundreds of people around them kept their mouths shut.

Silent snow.

“Young-man Wolverine... ”

“Yes."

It's an aureus horse. ”

“Yes, my lord. ”

“The black horse.... ”

“Lower your voice.”

One by one, the teacher began calling the name of the teacher. The so-called Christian knelt on his knees, asking nothing. Bassaq. The snow creaked as it stepped on my knee.

"The throne has lost you...."

The teacher reaches out.

“I have lost you again and again. ”

The teacher patted the Christian's cheek. I was touched.

“My children... ”

My fingers were trembling. Seeing the Christian tremor, the witches rushed to his head. Not seeing what not to see, it seemed to be their loyalty. Thousands of Christians turned their gaze to the ground.

Surrounded by shock, of course, it wasn't just the witches.

“... Ugh. ”

The old monk strokes his beard.

“The winner must have landed in a cave and crossed the river. With my eyes closed, I have no safety, no moments, just snow... ”

“When, Dinghy! ”

“... and a piece of marbles mixed together. Huh. Should I hang out with that middleman even when I close my eyes? What does Fire want with him? ”

“I'm in the mood for some bullshit! ”

The mangrove ran and hugged the old man. I have a hunch who that old man is. The one who lasted the longest, except for the teacher and the Muslim monk. It must be Shaolin Abbot.

“You made it back alive! He's back from the dead! ”

“I'm not your friend. ”

“Ah! The Jade Emperor must have done a miracle! ”

It's called "Dog Fever." ”

It said that he was eating grass.

“Do not defile the ear of the sorcerer, middleman. It wasn't like you were going to go off and fight the Samaritans in the first place. It was better to enter quietly from the intersection. ”

“Ah! As soon as I saw how happy I was, I knew I was getting cold! I want to give you a piece of bread! ”

The martyr patrons were quiet, and the tribal Muslims were chattering.

They were having this reunion in their own way.

Time has passed.

"......."

The first person who turned his head and looked at me was the teacher. I looked back and forth between the teacher and me. Eyes of silence. Mind rests on eyes. My mind was engraved on her heart, overwhelmed.

"………"

The teacher opened his lips.

I opened my lips and said to the Muslim monk.

“Here's the basilica, Mahishmati. ”

The Muslim oath, which was having a small meeting with the faction's colleagues, stopped. The Muslim blind man pushed his comrades away from his arms and looked back at the teacher at a distance. The teacher took possession.

“Every thousand.”

“This can be a night's sleep for the blind. ”

It was noon.

“I'm just a sleepwalking sickness. ”

Snow snow did not melt in the sun, so it was not the fountain snow, but the fountain snow because it melted and melted constantly and was covered with new snow.

“It can be a dream that the world has fallen asleep. Life originally belongs to those who choose to suffer from the same disease, and the world originally belongs to those who choose to dream the same dream. ”

Humans who wanted to continue to be white in the fierce sunlight, so it was not enough to be born white. Scatter the White Sheep endlessly. I had to be ready to be shattered, crushed and scattered endlessly into the white sheep.

“I haven't forgotten the name of the disease I was going to get. I haven't lost the temperature of my dream yet. So I haven't let anyone go yet, so I haven't missed any world. The name of the disease proves my place, not the name of the shaman, and the temperature of my dreams proves me, not the air of the air. ”

The sound of broken eyes and feet.

“I'm right here, and I'm the only one who's going to be here. ”

It melts, but it comes back down.

“I am the center of the book. ”

The teacher recited the declaration of war.

“The epicenter is the 990th sea to ask for a massage. ”

My son-in-law is silent.

The tumultuous sperm forest was silent one day.

They were the last of the Muslims and the last of the Muslims. They thought it was the last of them, so they came to fight.

How dare you disrespect me?

If they had a will at the last moment of their lives, they would now be speaking the will of the jungle.

And the centurions looked at those who would represent the testament of the sect.

“Murim Munjoo. Namgongsaga ( ⁄ ). ”

The old man took possession.

“Taesigaju. Namgongwoon. It's an umbilical line. ”

A thousand horses and a thousand centuries faced.

“Your martyrdom made the cries of Mincho doctrine. Screams became vengeance, and vengeance became bloodshed, making the world red with salt. Bloody avengers! You're still pretending to be sheep, even though all heaven and earth are red. ”

The man who rose from the forest as a blind man placed the boundary between Mado and the White Clan with his whole voice.

“You cry without fail and grab the edge of the thousand horses of clothing. I beg you to do it for them, but I beg you to do it for me. While holding onto the sleeves of your clothes, it is clear that you are a weak and sad people! ”

The old oath roars.

“Go! Since you deserve feet and hands, how long will you rest in the spirits of the past? Hwaeum said that even a tree has to leave flowers in order to bear fruit. How are you? You are the flower merchant of the flower garden, buried in your pain! ”

On that day, a group of martyrs growled.

The Christians clasped their swords. Poison rose and life blossomed. Against him, the faction's unmanned people began to struggle.

Either way, the air in the snow is fierce.

"Ho. ”

The teacher raises his mouth.

"I'll take that as a yes. ”

“Of course.”

“Birth or death? ”

“Life and death.”

“Don't accept it.”

Two unarmed men unleashed their weapons.

Shhh!

At the same time, a thousand horses and a thousand hundred swords drew their swords. It was the middle of the day. Two thousand blades of water shined brightly through the sun.

“Children of Heaven! ”

The teacher clenched his fist.

“You can think of today as a dream and a fantasy! ”

“I hope!”

A thousand Christians exclaimed as one.

“You can call us false dreams! ”

“I hope!”

“Then you must live like a dream! ”

“Agabara!”

“Our hearts are candles! ”

“Burn this place down! ”

“Madochan! ”

“Mincho Poison Zone! ”

The teacher burst into laughter.

“Kill him!”

War has begun.

A thousand Christians ran screaming like beasts. There was no mysterious strategy. There was no bizarre hypnosis. They rush in like beasts and bite like beasts. It was a temple according to their doctrines.

“Great soldiers! I am First Class of the Mainland Samaritan Army, Wollangmars! Take my son-in-law! ”

School of Mathematics and Literature.

Major.

Warlords of Wollangmars <UNK> ් ් ්.

"I am the leader of Wudang, Hyunjin! You have no shortage!"

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Jang, 25484; .

Kwon & Co., Ltd.

The two men clashed, shouting the star. All they ever did was pay their respects. The fight was barbaric.

“Hiya!! ”

Wollangmars put a knife sack in the face of a strider. Tooth. Blood. White debris splatters and red blood splatters.

“Wooooo!”

The strider howls, revealing a broken tooth. Then I stabbed him in the eye with my fingertips. Puff! The sound of it exploding, "Hahahaha!” The Wolverine army is covered in laughter. The Master's cry and the Devil's laughter are intertwined.

Another black and white dug them up.

“Samar. First lieutenant. I will have your head. ”

Constabulary of the Bridge.

Major.

Auscultation horse 39740; Auscultation.

“Wood amitabul. It's called a light. ”

Shaolin Company Limited.

Abbot, 19976; 20711;.

lighting no. 31146; *

“With the virtue of the Samaritan army, I will yield three numbers to the Abbot. ”

“Don't forget to respect the bully! ”

The deaf horse immediately said, "The lighter came at me." I wrapped the rosary in my fist and swung it. The eunuch, who offered to concede the three numbers, immediately bent down and stretched out and stabbed the lighting master in the belly. “Kuhuc!” The lighting man groans in vain.

“You said you'd give me three. ”

“Did you believe that? ”

“Did it seem believable? ”

“Yes." Tsk, the sound of blood creaks in between. "I saw that. ”

The halfling horse kneels. He breaks his nose bone, which hit him with a good punch. At the moment of the beating, the lighting rays were shot to the knees as expected. The lighter strokes his beard with delight toward the deaf, stained face of the nosebleed.

“Your talent hasn't rusted. ”

“Stupid stone..."

“Take two more! ”

The lighting strikes the knee again, grabbing the ears of the deaf horse. The deaf horse puts his brow on its knee upside down. Bang...! The sound of the skull crushing the cartilage, “Huff-puff!” The lighter grabs your knee and jumps.

“Kuhahaha! You bastards! You're a bunch of fixer-upper because you can't use internal combat. This is what I've seen! Ho! It's a long day, because the face of the white knight cubs has been ravaged! ”

Bridge Elimination Squad.

Major.

The gumma.

“... naughty, naughty. ”

Volcanic Wave Wave Products.

Elder email.

Brass Blade 20098; ⁄ 2.

Two swords strike. Knng! As soon as I hit the knife, “Knng!” “Excellent!” Both sides screamed at the same time and held hands. He couldn't handle the impact of the knife hitting him.

But neither of them let go of the knife.

She grins with her teeth bared.

“Chew...... Why don't you let go? ”

The flaming sword grips its teeth.

“That's what I was going to say..."

The two looked at each other and slammed their swords again. Thump! Deadly Scream, Thump! The sound of swallowing the wind, bam! Shaking hands and shoulders. Blood flows from both her torn fingers. Blood flows from his lips and blood flows from his hands.

However, neither of them let go of the knife.

The white robe flew. The black application was shaken. The sun shines, and the shade falls. The waves and bridges surged between the sun and the shadows. There was blood.

“Madhao! Mincho Toxic Zone! ”

“Aaaah! Die! Die!”

“You useless bastards, come out now! ”

The world is colorless.

Flowing there alive was not a glamorous shaman.

Only human red blood.

“Haha, haha... Mwahaha.”

Inside, a poisonous red smile burst.

“Hahahaha! Hot! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! ”

It was literally a photon.

"There are a lot of backpackers!"

The teacher was shouting.

“Good. Come on. Let's share our swords! ”

The dark shade rises between the unmanned of the faction. The sun seemed to rise and set a dozen times faster. A woman who had suffered from three years of struggle without any internal medicine, the body movements of a mere woman appeared, but it was evident in the unaccounted for among the unaccounted for.

“You're so cheesy!”

The teacher smiled.

“Abbot of Shaolin. You wanted to stop the whole thing with a trick like that. Malchodosa of Wudang. You think you can handle the company's business? ”

That was a familiar word to me.

“Mourning has been poured into the heavens and the mountains have been ravaged! Vengeance on heaven and earth burns Mount Wudang! The sky of martyrdom and the sky of martyrdom! Are you qualified to discuss the heavens and the earth? ”

It was strange to the teacher himself.

“Not for you! The underlings of the White Dot!”

The teacher exclaims.

“Southern Town!”

The teacher shouted, piercing the sound of sword and sword collisions, and the sound of flesh and flesh collisions.

“Where is Nam-goong?! ”

Hahaha, the teacher smiled loudly and said,

“Bring me the Tailor of the Southern Palace! Let the brutish monks rule! Even though the forest is dense and the sky is vast, there is only one person in heaven who can receive the sword of the throne! Samaritan! Bring the Southern Town to the front of the throne immediately! ”

The laughter was red and dazzling.

“Hmm.”

The old man walked one step into a world that was getting redder and redder.

“It reminds me of the first day of the war. ”

The blind man was naked. The cold winter. The cold will be rough without the inner air, but the Muslim blinders have armed it. The dry muscles, like bones, were firmly hardened.

“That day, the battle continued until the second day. I couldn't finish the second day, so I was reserved for the third day. In the end, it was the wrong button on day one! Now that I think about it, I had to put all my strength into it from the beginning. ”

Whew.

He took a deep breath.

Then I took a pose and clapped my hands.

“Come on, Maduya. Today, luck is with me. ”

Murim Blind ⁄ 2.

The oath.

Transverse lines:

“Good luck. Good luck. ”

Sakak,

The teacher stepped on my eyes.

“Today's luck will be your destiny. ”

Bridge.