episode_0490

As a result of (physically) inquiring with a number of Gonghyeoldan technicians, it was found that the treasure room containing the treasure of the Absorbing Magic Gong could be accessed through the central control room.

The problem is the inaction of the Guisan Manbak Amha-ryong.

What a second-rate review.

This was a big problem.

Since the blood donor is well aware of his own weakness, the security of the central control room is not normal.

“Kkkk, the Great Plan has already been carried out, and Danju can control the rest by himself. You will see the whole world being drenched in blood with nothing but ugly desires.”

“Hmm. This is still in my mouth.”

Torture is not universal, and there are those who burn their pain with rage until the very end.

However, it would only be a loss to me if I did that, and I would die more painfully until the end, so Cheong didn’t really take it into consideration.

For Cheong, the torture itself was enjoyable enough, so it was a secondary element other than spitting out information.

Even if you keep your mouth shut, it won’t hurt the office.

Like this guy.

“Khaha! I’ll go to hell and wait!”

Cheong looked down at the blood donation technician who was continuously bleeding.

A pitiful looking down expression, as if saying something is absurd, is clearly reflected in the eyes of the blood donation technician.

“There are definitely guys like this. I heard you know that if you bite your tongue you will die?”

“… … ?”

“If you bite your tongue, only your tongue will be cut. Do people die just because they don’t have a tongue? Is the tongue the brain or the heart? Do you think with your tongue and bleed with your tongue? Have you been digging for twenty years and finally gone crazy?”

The blood donation technician looks up at Cheong with an expression as if he has been abandoned by the world.

“Ugh? (Aren’t you going to die?)”

“You’re going to die, right? When was the last time you brushed your teeth? If you crush your flesh with that, of course you will get an abscess. Your tongue will start to rot and you will die from a fever. If you are lucky, you may survive and become mute.”

“Umm (like that)… … .”

The blood donation technician’s eyes became resentful.

Like, why the sky! Does this world deceive and mock me to the end? Those eyes that seem to be spitting out blood and shouting –

“Ah! Wow, ugh… … ”

He was a blood religion technician who was shocked not only by the look in his eyes, but also by the blood gushing out of his tongue while actually trying it.

When I cough, my blood pressure rises, and as my blood pressure rises, the blood comes out and gurgles, gurgles, and thick stuff pours out to the beat.

During the involuntary advisory and cooperation process, the Qing was able to hear the principles of behavior of the blood cultists.

They were blood cult technicians who said there was no grave without an excuse, and each had a reason to hate the world.

So, because the world hates me, I will hate the world too.

Since I was destroyed by the world, isn’t it too much to say that I will also destroy the world?

Who is the enemy who took my family away?

It’s a midfielder!

So, I will annihilate the Central Plains people!

It’s truly an incredible leap of logic, but I wonder if there are only one or two people like this in the world.

Just look at the future that hasn’t happened yet.

Where does my pain (poverty) come from?

It was the people who had money, the people who learned, and the parents and ancestors who passed on poverty to me that made me so miserable.

So, beat the rich (the rich deserved to die) teachers, doctors, engineers, and their parents to death, and destroy and burn everything left by their hateful ancestors!

I am innocent and there is a reason for the massacre!

When they see a person who is confident in themselves like this, people in the world click their tongues.

Tsk tsk, you crazy guy. do.

Once again, the hands of the Qing in punishing the poor squire of the blood religion were full of mercy.

I roughly twisted his arms and legs and threw him away, so I hope he lives as long as possible and then dies.

So in front of the central control room.

A solid iron gate blocked the group.

The rough construction seems to be shouting that this is not an ordinary door.

Unlike the stone gate, which weighed thousands of pounds and was more than an inch thick, which itself was a security feature, it was an iron gate designed as a real organ.

If you force it open, the passage will collapse forever.

It cannot be passed through unless it is opened from the inside, and it can be said to contain the essence of the organ diagnosis built up by the blood donation group.

Although the technicians of the blood donation group were indeed venomous, they did not seem to be at the level of committing fraud with common statements, so it would be a bit difficult to test them.

What if you do something for no reason and the passage collapses?

Then, Cheong and his party cannot see the face of the blood donor.

To get your money, you have to go round and round through the downstairs passage.

Then, Gonghyeoldanju will realize that things are not unusual outside and will immediately make his way to the treasure room.

Among those who searched for the magic craft below, their fate would be passed over to someone who was extremely lucky.

Then, the original purpose of collecting and burning the treasure would also face great difficulties.

“Hmm. What are you going to do now?”

“I had a method in mind.”

Cheong explained the secret plan he had in mind.

Cheon Yu-hak frowned at that.

“Will that work?”

“It’s okay to try, right? Sword friend, I ask you a favor.”

“Leave it to me.”

Namgung Shinjae solemnly nods his head.

Then, he raised his sword and glared at the iron door, and with a clang, he retrieved the sword with the speed of a beam of light.

Then he raises his fist and violently knocks on the iron door.

Thump thump thump thump!

“Danju! Danju! We’re in big trouble! Now, hehe, big trouble! Something big has happened!”

It’s a very urgent sound, as if you’re running out of breath.

This is also the moment when Cheong discovers an unexpected talent in Namgoong Shinjae.

What, why is he acting so good?

I don’t know why I keep pulling out the sword and putting it away for no reason.

Namgoong Shinjae continued to knock on the iron door and performed passionately.

I would say that it is such a realistic scene that if anyone were to look at the area around the door, they would think something really big had happened.

is not it?

In fact, isn’t it true that a big problem has occurred from the point of view of the blood religion?

It was the moment when Cheong’s expression slowly changed to ‘that expression’.

-What! Hey! How many times do I tell you to submit my report through the electroeum tube and follow the procedures! Would an iron gate fall that much? You little fallen bastard, it’s open so come in!

I thought I might hear a nervous, raspy voice, but it was followed by the sound of metal clanging together.

It was the moment when the essence of the blood donation group’s institutional jinsik was dismantled.

“No, this works? Are you saying that all blood cultists are idiots?”

“A. They say that wherever people live, everything is the same.”

No matter how good the facilities are, what can you do?

In the end, it is people who operate it.

Surprisingly, the Qing’s plan worked.

It’s not that I tried it irresponsibly in the first place, saying, “If it works, it’s okay if it doesn’t work.”

They had let their guard down and thought it was a safe place, so I guess the security of the guard post, or rather the engine room, was breached in one blow without me knowing.

In fact, the inferiority of the inferior is the same as the superior.

If the blood donor himself had always maintained good discipline and practiced and preached the importance of security, the members would not have been able to act like that.

In the sick leave, this was called military discipline and was emphasized as the basis of all military affairs.

After hearing Cheong’s explanation, Cheon Yu-hak clicks his tongue.

On the other hand, I am also happy.

cancer. It’s because my child doesn’t think, but his brain is really good.

How could heaven bestow such good hair on a bitch like this?

“I appointed one disciple very well. I’m going to retire, so from now on, you really have to do it.”

“Ah, if the Master corrects him, how can the disciple dare to do that?”

“means.”

-I heard the door is open! Did your hearing go out from knocking on the door!? Who cares that a big problem has been solved and another big problem has been solved!?

Just like the line he said before, just hearing him say it makes me think he’s an angry old man.

If you tell him to stop knocking, he will knock so hard that the iron door will fall.

Just by looking at them, people are asking if their ears are falling because they are pounding so loudly that they can tell them to come in quickly.

No matter what I say, there are people who do things this dirty.

When Cheong opens the iron door, another iron door leads to the end of the half-length passage.

Cheong silently moves forward and pushes the iron door slightly, wondering if he has noticed and is trying to manipulate her.

However, it was an iron door that opened obediently with the sound of steel plates twisting.

And finally, the person who created the great history of this underground city by digging the ground for twenty years and pointing with his finger without even once being buried in the dirt appears.

You may not know it when you are born, but the impression of old age is created by the expression of having lived for a long time.

Indeed, a grumpy-looking old man makes eye contact with Cheong and makes a disapproving expression asking, “Who the hell are you?”

“What is it? Who are you-”

The dark dragon’s words suddenly stop.

When he sees the group coming in behind Cheong, he frowns and lets out a deep sigh.

“Those idiotic things. I was watching the martial arts people down there and told them to open the door, but why did they even open the front door of their house?”

“Wouldn’t it be a bit weird if grandpa said that? I think I know who those idiots learned from and opened the door.”

Who opened the door to the central control room?

“I’m like this because I’m not cruel. Still, we ate and slept together in the tunnel for 20 years, so just wait a little longer. If you endure just a little longer, the day will come when you will take revenge on the world. Oh, what? I looked at you out of pity, and this is what happened. Who will you blame?”

It was like everything had already been put down.

Cheong scratched the inside of the single shingle.

“Who are you going to blame?”

But it didn’t work.

“That’s heaven. That damn sky is so anxious that it can’t eat me until the end. I just wanted to get rid of all the bastards who were worse than animals that spoke the Jungwon language on the land of Jungwon. That would be much more beneficial to heaven and the world. How can you be so disturbing, Won.”

Is this the right sound that comes out of nowhere?

It is a very attractive claim to hear, but in fact, it was a claim born in the wrong era.

This was because the Jungwon people of this era were superior to the world average level of humanity.

At least the Central Plains people of this era are big people who embrace Hongmo-gwi (white people) and Hae-gwi (black people) as the same people.

Because anyway, the red (white) guys, the black guys, the immigrants from the border area, etc. are all the same barbarians.

Surprisingly, the treatment of barbarians in the midfield is not so bad!

At least they didn’t display them like rare animals, or pile them up like packs and carry them around, use them like pack horses, and then throw them away in the field, saying, “I’ve used them for a long time.”

Anyway, Cheong puts his hand on his waist.

“No, what the hell is the problem? Why am I so upset because I can’t pay my taxes?”

“Ha! Would a well-bred girl like you be able to understand our sorrow?”

The dark dragon continued speaking with a sneer.

“Does someone like you even understand what hunger is? Have you ever chewed and swallowed a live insect that passed by because you were hungry?”

“Uh… … , yes.”

“There is?”

“Hehe. Because I also come from a beggar background.”

The dark dragon was speechless.

The branch of logic that I was originally trying to expand on broke as soon as it started, so of course I was running out of things to say.

If there is one person who can stand proud in the face of the blood religion’s resentment and hatred towards the world, it is Cheong.

A miserable time that still occasionally appears in my dreams.

Those harsh central bastards did not show even a single kindness to the enemy or to the Qing.

Of course, the midfielders may also have something to say.

Isn’t it a bit much to show kindness to a beggar with such a disease, whose face is twisted and distorted like some kind of monster, and who feels like he’s going to get sick just by breathing in the same space?

So did Cheong hate the Jungwon guys?

Have you gritted your teeth and vowed that I will completely wipe out these evil, dirty and despicable primitive Jangwe bastards?

It wasn’t.

Rather, what Cheong wanted was the warmth that he thought existed somewhere in this world.

Even with the evil nature of a thousand years old.

So Cheong wandered.

And, Cheong is no longer looking for warmth.

But it’s still floating around.

This pig-like bitch is greedy and wanders the world in order not to let go of the relationship she has so desperately embraced, and to fight against Sang Tae-chang, who is an existential crisis and a universal terror.

So the wanderer who wants to settle down smiles brightly and says:

“Now, if you obediently unleash your magic attack, bloodshed will occur. This is the death penalty. Either way, it’s the death penalty, so why don’t you just give up on life without losing your strength?”