Is this the divine power of a lower god?
If my usual level of divine power was 1, it felt like it had increased by ten times.
“You are the only God! Please give me strength!”
Ilho prayed towards me with his hands clenched tightly with earnest eyes.
“Oh, the only god! Shiva Shiva!”
“Please grant us salvation.”
Led by Lee Ho, the people of Gayami Province looked at me with a mixture of fear and faith and prayed.
yes i am your god
“Aww! Get away from my kids!”
He gave a loud roar and poured all his energy into the catastrophe of fire.
***
The visual real world.
Kurleung! Flash!
“teacher! Are you here?”
Seong Mi-ri appeared in the training room with a dazzling flash and sound.
With the help of Seong Mi-na, she unlocked the seal and finally became an S-class, which she had longed for.
The ability of S-class was not even comparable to that of A-class.
His body was as light as a feather, and it seemed that he could blow away a small mountain without a trace if he did his best.
Seong Mi-na wanted to inform Yoo Il-shin of this good news as soon as possible.
But no matter how much I searched, he was nowhere to be found.
“Oh, you’re not even at home, where have you been? Black Demon, have you not seen our teacher?”
Seong Mi-ri asked the Sword Demon, who was wielding the sword alone.
“…heh heo heo heo! Hell has eight heats, so the second sword of the Heavenly Demon Sword is due to that…”
However, while drenched in sweat, the Sword Demon muttered incomprehensible words and continued to wield the black sword weighing 500kg.
“Just a little bit more…”
I could even feel the madness in the image of the Sword Demon, who had been wielding his sword for several days without eating and drinking.
“Oh, and then I fall down. I know you feel a sense of rivalry with Myongji’s Hades, but take a break, mister.”
Kurleung! Flash!
Seong Mi-ri, who shook her head excitedly, disappeared from the training room with a thunderclap.
“I have to get stronger. I will no longer be the burden of the Sword God. To do that, I have to become a real sword demon.”
Crunchy!
Grinding his teeth as if he were about to break, the Sword Demon struck down his millionth sword.
Boooooong!
Hwareuk!
At that time, a faint flame flickered from the blade of the sword demon that struck it, and then disappeared.
It was, indeed, a feeble realization.
Whoa!
Awakened someone’s forgotten memory inside the Godmaker, where the sword demon and the spirit were connected through the medium of the only god.
***
[You’re struggling in vain! Calmly burn with the world!]
“Shut up! It’s a fire head! Aaaaaaa! [stop the condemning god]!”
Quaaaaaa!
The black flames I poured out barely stopped the apostles from falling to the ground.
Cheeik!
Bubble bubble!
The walls I built to protect Gaya America began to melt like chocolate in the heat.
‘I can’t stand it anymore…’
I don’t know if it’s because he ate a whopping 100 billion grains of sacrifice or because he was originally the sun god before he was sealed in the carriage.
What is certain is that it was a disaster that I could not deal with with my own power, having been promoted to a lower evil god.
‘I can’t do it.’
But I had one last trump card left.
It’s the ‘Repository of the Heavenly Sword.’
I still get numbness in my hamstrings when I think of ‘???’, the God of Destruction who was about to descend to Earth during the battle with John.
Besides, to think that it was only 1/100th of the main body…
‘I wanted to save it in case I encounter him again, but I have no other choice.’
If this continues, I should go, and the American children will be wiped out!
At that time, the ‘mountain-chewing giant sword’ used in the treasury of the heavenly sword would be able to prevent the catastrophe of fire with a diameter of more than 10km that pours down to burn the sky.
“Keuuu [Report of the Heavenly Sword] four…”
The moment she was about to summon the Heavenly Sword’s report.
snap!
A rough, wrinkled hand gripped my arm as if it would crush it.
“You stupid bastard. Don’t waste your time. The mountain-chewing giant’s sword can never cut fire.”
The owner of the hand was an eccentric old man with a beard growing profusely on his face.
But why are you so familiar?
“Who are you?”
“I am a foolish wuja who only pursued power to kill the God of Destruction, but went out of control and destroyed the world himself.”
The old man was mad and shed tears of blood.
“Heavenly Demon.”
Heavenly Demon Divine Sword 2nd Second Heavenly Demon Great Super Fever (天魔大焦熱)
81.
The face was clearly smiling like a madman, but the sight of bloody tears flowing from his eyes was very frightening.
I don’t know where this old man who calls himself a heavenly horse suddenly appeared.
But now is not the time to be like this.
I have to somehow stop the catastrophe of fire pouring down from the sky…
“Huh?”
Il-ho and the people of Gaya-Americans earnestly pray to me even in the roaring and pouring burning sun.
Everything froze as if I had pressed the stop button on the remote control.
The old man clicked his tongue.
“I didn’t stop, you stupid bastard. You are only communicating by sharing your mind through the hole of conscience, but in reality you are still facing death.”
It makes me feel bad to say that he is an idiot with every word.
“I don’t know who you are over there.”
“I have every thousand!”
the old man groaned.
“yes yes. Heavenly Demon. Now that I know who you are, can you please send me back?”
I didn’t know why the old man was interfering with the heavenly sword’s report, but it wasn’t the time to be like this unless the time in reality stopped as he said.
And that old man seems a little crazy.
The old man shrugged and started laughing.
“Keuk-kuk-kuk-kuk!”
A dull, intrusive laugh, like scrubbing an iron pot with a steel wool.
“Everyone who pursues the righteous, demonic, evil, and evil fears and respects the main seat, and servilely kneels down to receive only one teaching. Do you treat me like a madman?”
Is it because of the mood?
Gooooo!
Suddenly, chills ran down my spine and a thick bloody smell began to emanate.
“Keukkeuk! He was deceived by the heavenly sword’s flattery that he would help him get revenge, lost his memory and martial arts, and was enslaved by him for thousands of years. Even when he was possessed by a small creature like a praying mantis, it was embarrassing even in the midst of losing his memory. However!”
Eyes that gleamed with blood were glaring at me.
“The feelings I feel for you right now are no different than back then!”
Hard!
At the same time as the earth’s axis shook, the surrounding landscape changed.
slap slap slap!
At first, a sticky, foul-smelling liquid soaked my feet.
it was blood
“omg!”
Frightened, I took a step back without realizing it.
Corpses resembling ancient Chinese clothing but subtly different were piled up like a mountain, regardless of gender or age.
“I will ask. Do you really think you have the right to own the throne?”
On top of a mountain of corpses, an old man crouched cross-legged and looked down at me.
“I am the god of martial arts who has mastered all the martial arts in the world and has mastered the ancient martial arts and the secret arts of Sura religion.
The Heavenly Demon looked at me with a funny gaze and gave an order.
“Kneel!”
Wow!
“Ugh!”
Then, a sense of intimidation, like a mountain oppressing me, pressed down on my body.
shaking!
The moment your legs can’t overcome the pressure and your knees are about to touch the ground.
Tring!
[The ‘Eye of the Blind God’ unique power activates.]
Then I.
I saw ‘The Heavenly Demon’.
***
This is every thousand.
Of course, this is a no-brainer.
I don’t know the real name. I was an orphan from birth.
Living as an orphan is not easy in this rubella world, but this did not apply to me.
Because I was a genius.
That’s an eternal military genius.
The gestures of those who often boasted that they were using martial arts were rude.
How many gaps are there?
It was flashy and noisy like a peacock tail courting a female, but there was absolutely no substance.
The martial art that I thought was only necessary to know three things.
How to breathe, how to strike, how to swing.
That’s it.
Oh, but I struggled a little until I was five years old.
No matter how much you do, you can’t help it when you’re a child.
My first murder was when I was eight years old.
The reason was trivial.
An old gisaeng who sometimes gave her something to eat was beaten to death by a Sapa named Heukhyeolbang while drunk.
No matter how light the old boots’ life was, it was too futile.
So, I also cut his throat.
I squeezed and begged to save it, but what would you like to listen to the dog?
However, he must have been quite a position in the Heukhyeolbang, and Sapa guys came in droves.
Since he was still young and was pushed out of the field, he had no choice but to avoid his body.
several years to do so.
When I was 12 years old, Heukhyeolbang did not exist.
As I killed them one by one, my martial arts got stronger, and thanks to the money and elixirs left behind by the dead, I had no trouble making a living.
They were very good bad guys.
Moorim praised the main position for the heroic small group.
However, when I was 15 years old, after I destroyed the Shaolin Temple deengjung and the shaman Malko, who boasted of being the North Head of Taishan, the sound changed to Madou.
After that, there were many twists and turns, but I got over it because it was boring.
Anyway, when I reached the age of my father, everyone in the world called me the best master in the world.
At the age of 30, the best master of all ages.
And when it comes to disobedience, it’s just a heavenly demon.
By that time, there was no one to fight with and life was so boring, so I decided to raise a disciple as well.
So, I roughly picked up a few orphans and raised them, but their qualities were so bad that I was cursed at.
I thought I would explode in a tantrum and die, so I raised it for a few years and threw it away.
But among these guys, the one called Daesahyeong had no martial arts talent, but he had a knack for running a munpa, and in just 10 years, didn’t he build a munpa with over 100,000 members?
In addition, to express their respect for Master, they dubiously named their school the Cheonma Shinkyo.
It really couldn’t have been a bitch.
I tried to overturn it, but I endured it because I had a bond that I had nurtured for several years.
This was the problem for me.
The chief priest has too much emotion.
Those who were beaten by the principal would be frightened and try to deny the words, but the truth is the truth, so there is nothing they can do about it.
Occasionally some guys will say nonsense that heroes must be heartless, but that is bullshit spouted by weak people.
If you are at this level, you will not have any trouble living even if you sprinkle some affection.
There was a time when I thought so.
A late night celebration when everyone was asleep.
The royal family of Eunju.
The place where the emperor of the world who controls the continent resides.
“Long time no see. Master.”
And the guy or bitch who is kneeling gracefully in front of me right now is that emperor.
“Master is an idiot who only learned three seconds.”
“But once a master is a master forever.”
“…keuhmm, it’s quite suitable for the gonryongpo.”
“It’s all thanks to Master’s grace.”
The emperor answered me with a smile as innocent as the moon.
His martial arts talent is poor, but if we talk about his beauty, he has skills worthy of being called the best in the world.
Of course, I don’t have much inspiration because I know that from the time when I was dripping my yellow nose.
As I mentioned before, the principal had raised disciples in the past.
That day, I was wandering around to see if there was anyone I could use, but there was a woman covered in blood who was being chased by some soldiers.
In her arms was a baby who looked to be about a year old.
Without thinking twice, he struck and killed the soldiers.
