Chapter 1475 – Muan Deul Gaideon 230. The Old God of Panthesia.

“Ha ha… Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh hu uh uh uh ..”

Crombell stared into space with unfocused eyes and began to babble.

As if turned into a newborn baby

Infantile regression.

A spirit as thin as window paper

To protect against ruthless violence

He has regressed his mind into a child.

‘Even if I try my hand more, it’s useless.’

Seonwoo let go of his clenched fist.

In such a state

Further violence was pointless.

What did you do wrong

Why are you right

Why do I have to be in pain

I’ll just cry without knowing why

‘Well, it’s enough to make me come to my senses, but…’

It wasn’t too difficult either.

Worst poison in history

If it’s burning poison

I will forcibly grow the degenerated mind rapidly

‘It’s better to go this far for now.’

The place was unsuitable for the payment of a thorough sin.

The dark and shady atmosphere was good, but the smell of blood that wafted throughout the cavity stung the nose and caused discomfort.

Various ‘tools’ brought from Hyundai were also lacking.

Above all, there is an audience called Unjunggi.

I couldn’t fully reveal the true color that I had been hiding.

Rather, it would be the right decision to finish at this point and move the location.

‘In the first place, there would be no fear of running away in this state.’

Rather, it was seen as safe.

There’s no such thing as a brain that can do stupid tricks

Ssueuk

Putting her on her end in her gaze finished her thoughts.

“Be quiet, okay?”

Nod nod nod nod

Crombell had no answer.

She just nods her little head in succession.

“It’s nice.”

Sunwoo slowly stretched out his hand.

Thump thump thump

Then, he gently stroked the head of Crombell, who was staring blankly into space.

Crombell’s unfocused eyes drew an arc.

Like a baby cat being taken care of

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“I owe a great favor to the Sword God!”

Eonjunggi, who had been freed from her point, let out her voice while bowing her back deeply.

Favor

It was also a great grace that could not be repaid.

She could only bow her head.

To express that gratitude

“Thank you very much for saving me as well as the entire midfield!

“No, I just did the obvious thing.”

Sunwoo waved his hand and opened his mouth.

He didn’t think he was particularly favored.

Protecting the people was, of course, the duty of a king.

“To think that he did not show it even though he made contributions… He is truly a role model for all warriors… I was greatly impressed with this expression…”

“No, it’s not humility, it’s sincerity. Isn’t it the king’s duty to correct the chaos in the country and protect the people? I just did my duty.”

“Ah, the Sword God is sure to be an unprecedented and great sage. To save the people by holding the hilt of the sword himself… This is truly a great achievement that will go down in history.”

Eon Joong-gi continued his speech with a thrilled expression on his face.

“No, it doesn’t seem like that, but…”

Haha, humility is truly endless. Didn’t you annihilate the khan and the Mongolian soldiers, save the Central Plains by destroying the incomprehensible demon, the Heavenly Demon, and now collapse the blood ties and completely cut off the seeds of discord? What the hell, this is a great achievement. If not, what else can be great!?”

Eon Joong-gi stared at Seon-woo with hot eyes that didn’t even flinch.

‘…It’s burdensome.’

It was a gaze that felt beyond heat and even madness.

How can you not be embarrassed?

“As soon as I return, I will receive the budget and erect statues honoring the swordsman’s achievements throughout the midfield! The swordsman’s achievements must be widely known!”

“No, you don’t have to go that far, aren’t there already too many statues in the first place?”

When So Yang was the Uicheon Lord

Under her leadership, numerous statues had already been erected throughout the central plains.

By the way, would you erect a statue again?

There is no money left

What do you mean, you write like a lot of water?

“It’s called more and more. I think the more statues there are, the better!”

“No, seriously, you don’t have to do that, rather use that budget for the swordsmen who dedicate themselves to the sword.”

“Ah, the Sword God has become a monarch, but he is still a knight… This expression really admired and admired again…”

Eonjunggi again admired it on his own, bringing tears to her eyes.

No matter what she says, she judges it at will with consideration and humility.

“I will follow the will of the swordsman. I will do my best to become a Uicheon League for the swordsmen, by the swordsmen of the swordsmen!”

Unjunggi pounded her large breasts with her stone fists and opened her mouth.

It was like burning with an unknown sense of duty.

“…Yes, try your best.”

Sunwoo just calmly cheered.

No matter what you say, you’ll misunderstand

It would be best to end it here.

“Oh, and I’d like to make poems and songs about Sunwoo’s achievements so that everyone can praise them. Is it okay?”

“That’s right.”

Sunwoo accepted it without hesitation.

Although it was a very burdensome proposal, it felt like it was better than saying that statues would be erected everywhere.

“Thank you!

Eon Joong-gi’s eyes were full of enthusiasm.

‘…He doesn’t have a middle ground.’

Sunwoo just smiled.
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[The King of Sacheon, Jang Seon-woo defeated the resurrected Blood Demon and collapsed the Blood Bridge to save Jungwon again.]

This amazing news spread throughout the central plains and resonated with the hearts of many people.

Even though he left Moorim, everyone was deeply moved by his actions that he did not spare himself for the sake of Hyeop.

Of course, there were some negative views on the involvement of the government officials in Murimsa, but they disappeared as they were beaten by the opposing public opinion, saying that they were complaining and complaining even though they were not grateful.

It was evidence that positive public opinion outnumbered negative public opinion.

And Eon Jung-gi, who was saved by him, invited numerous masters of music and wrote numerous poems and songs to honor his achievements, and soon spread them throughout the central plains to praise him.

In this way, the praise of one great absolute who saved the world resonated endlessly in the middle court.

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Whoops

The large dragon’s skull fell roughly to the floor and began to spread a roar.

“Hey! Handle with care! If it gets scratched, throw it away so roughly!”

Upon seeing this, Circe, the immortal witch, a peerless beauty with darker black hair than jet black, raised her voice with an annoyed expression.

I’m working on something that requires meticulousness

How can you throw it away without sincerity?

“It can’t be helped! It’s full of unclean energy, so just holding it is hard work!”

Cecilia, the brave warrior with golden hair reminiscent of the brilliant sun, retorted her while frowning at her.

The malice and unclean energy contained in the skull of Gu-young, who is said to be the incarnation of evil and the nine-headed catastrophe, worked beyond imagination.

For her faithful disciple of God, what she endured was hard work.

“Don’t be mean! I just threw it in because I didn’t want to work!”

“It was really hard to hold on!”

“What kind of warrior couldn’t stand that much!”

“Heroes are people too! People!”

“The way I see you, you’re not human. You’re more like an orc or an ogre.”

“Cirke! Did you say that!?”

“I couldn’t do it all! Why!”

“I won’t let you go!”

‘What if I don’t let go? Hit me? Hit it, hit it, hit it!”

“This!”

“Did you really hit me? I won’t let you go!”

The quarrel intensified

Soon, a violent struggle began to take place.

Grabbing her hair

Repeated her scratches and her pinches.

It looked more like a neighborhood dog fight than a fight between transcendentalists.

How long has it been like that

One by one

Grin grin

The two women, who had somewhat calmed down the fight, began to stare at each other.

Her coveted, lustrous hair was scattered,

There were scratch marks everywhere.

How fierce the fight was

I was able to infer indirectly.

“Bad bitch.”

Circe, who had relatively more scars, gritted her teeth and opened her mouth.

Although she endured with her unique regenerative power, her primitive physical abilities could not possibly follow the warrior.

“What do you mean, the worst bitch?”

Cecilia sneered at her and opened her mouth.

It was absurd.

Former Four Heavenly Kings to see a hero as a bad bitch

“You really won’t let go.”

Glaring at her with her eyes full of her original poison, she opened her mouth.

“What if I don’t let you go?”

It wasn’t scary at all.

After coming under the command of Sunwoo

She was the one who couldn’t increase her circle at will.

A necromancer without undead was nothing to be afraid of.

“I’m going to tell Sunwoo everything! You didn’t help me and just smoked a joke!”

“It’s a blatant lie!”

Cecilia raised her voice in protest.

I’ve been working diligently up until now, but I’m going to have a good time!?

How can you tell such an absurd lie?

“Are you dumb by my standards?”

“Don’t judge everything by your standards!”

“Don’t order me! I’ll do as I please!”

“Then, can I give you up as well as I want?”

“Ah, do whatever you want, I’ll tell Sunwoo everything instead, so be prepared, do you know how much Sunwoo values ​​his belongings! I won’t forgive you even if you do!”

“I’m going to tell you too! You were fussing and harassing me for nothing!”

“Would you believe me more? I’m his slave.”

“No, you’ll believe me more! I’m Seonwoonim’s best friend!”

“Love me more!”

“I’m closer!”

Circe and Cecilia glared at each other as if they were not going to lose and began to fight back.

“To the subject of a virgin who has no experience with men!”

“What’s wrong with a hero being a virgin! Besides, you’re a virgin too!”

“Can’t you treat me the same? Because I’m definitely wearing Seung-eun’s body to Seon-woo?”

Circe sneered and opened his mouth.

It was truly ridiculous.

To the subject of a virgin who has never been touched by a man’s hand

Who are you putting on the same level?

“I heard that you had a relationship in the world of images? So, isn’t the body a virgin?”

“…I am no longer a virgin in terms of mind and skill!

“Anyway, you mean the body is a virgin? Who are you kidding about that?”

Cecilia opened her mouth with a mocking laugh.

“Don’t force yourself! Two of your mind and body aren’t virgins! Then you’re not a virgin! You’re wearing Seungeun!”

“You can reach the level of a master when your black mind and body are complete, and the same is true for a virgin. You are only half a virgin when your mind and body are not completed! Kirke!”

“No!”

“Right! I’m absolutely right!”

“A virgin who has never held hands!”

“A half virgin!”

The quarrel between the two began to intensify.

Witch and warrior

A cataclysm of the world that was supposed to destroy mankind

The World’s Hope to Save Humanity

In the first place, they were two women who could not mix like water and oil.

Of course, dissonance was bound to come out when such two people were forcibly put together.

“Aaaaa! I can’t stand it!”

Damn

Soon, the space split and a huge scythe began to appear.

“Same thing!”

As if Cecilia would not give up, she began to take out the sun god’s holy sword, Sol Radio.

This ideal was the limit.

If you endure it any longer, the tantrum will burst and you will die.

“Die!!”

“You’re dying!!”

That time when the scythe of death and the holy sword were about to collide head-on

Blah blah blah blah

A crack formed in the space between the two, and they gradually began to diverge.

And a person began to appear in the crack.

A handsome man with a cool impression.

“Master!”

“Seonwoo!”

A great hero who saved the midfield, the owner of Circe, and a close friend of Cecilia.

It was the appearance of Sunwoo.

“I told you to get along, so why are you fighting again?”

Seonwoo looked around at them and opened her mouth.

He was exhaling a lot of speculation while holding a scythe and a holy sword.

At a glance, I could guess that he was trying to fight a big fight.

“The warrior keeps coming!”

“This witch keeps coming!”

The two began to raise their voices as if they were unfair.

“Both of you calm down for now, let’s cover the fights later, because other things are urgent right now.”

Seonwoo stretched out both of his hands and made a calming gesture.

“Anything else?”

“…What is that?”

The girls, who were raising their voices in the middle of the day, asked back with a puzzled look on their faces.

“Come out.”

At that question, Seonwoo looked at the crack in the back and opened his mouth.

Jerk jerk jerk jerk

And soon, from the crack, a jeolsein with hair redder than blood began to slowly walk out.

“I am the old god of Panthesia, Crombell.”

Seonwoo stared at Crombell, who was walking out, and opened her mouth.

In an instant, Cecilia and Circe’s pupils widened and began to be stained with astonishment.

What is Crombell?

Wasn’t it the goddess of time who rebelled against the creator god and was annihilated!?

How can she show up in her midfield?