Possessing Nothing Chapter 432
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“… … Answer me.”
Lee Sung – min muttered with a small voice. He kept moving. The body looked uninterrupted.
Lee Sung – min was able to get rid of it. The unstoppable stunning nakshin wore the body of Lee Seongmin with a purple light.
“What is that?”
The spirit will see everything. It was thanks to the spirit opened the way for Lee Seong-min to come in here.
There were too many bodies. It was unpleasant to step on the body. Lee Sung-min’s body soared up all the time.
Where is this place? It was too late. Until now it was a question that did not need to be done.
This area was sealed in a sleeping forest, and when the villagers, including Kazuya, die, the seal is released and the monsters in it pour out.
Why?
It was a contradiction. The moment the ride is released, there is nothing left for the world to end.
To be precise, it follows that the former generation is awakened to the massacre, the actual performer of the end.
The slaughter predates killing all living things in this world and eating them.
In other words, the world at the time of the disappearance of the sleeping forest is no longer left.
But why should there be a monster here? What do we have to unleash a monster in a world where there is nothing alive?
[The body is dead.]
Lee stopped what I was doing. He stared at the red sky that seemed far away. It was a spirit to answer the question.
“I know that. Why… … I’m asking if there is. ”
Why, however. I thought you were already guessing. It’s not as obscene as before.]
The spirit laughed and said. Lee Sung-min asked his mouth. The spiritual words were right. To some extent, I guess. I just did not want to accept it.
This world has already been repeated a number of times. Every time that slaughter predation eats the whole world, Tom takes the world itself.
“The massacre has vanished.”
[In the next world, the annihilation massacre appears again. In the first place it is not a living being. Just as this world has been made artificially, it is a massacre of unconditional existence to clean the world.]
Lee Sung-min went down the body.
It was terrible feeling.
[Even if the world is destroyed by the end, the records of this world do not disappear. It is constantly being updated and recorded.]
‘Why… … Do you have these things here? ”
[I wanted to try the possibility.]
The spirit answered hesitantly. The answer was also an assurance to Lee Seong-min’s questions.
I feel even more terrible. Lee Seung – min closed his eyes tightly and held his fist.
[It was an easy task to get hold of the prestigious event, But it was impossible to control it perfectly. That’s why her spirit was so strong. I can not be misled by losing a child … … I had to break her spirit first.]
I did not want to hear any more.
I was worried about how to break down my mind, but it did not seem to be possible with pain and torture. It’s dirty. Besides, this way I liked it more. If she had the possibility of remaining, I thought I could maximize it.]
so.
[First, I tried to write a monster. There was a record of the monster. How many monsters were there in the world? I even added monsters in the dungeon. Even if you do not explain it, it is natural that you can understand it. You have to kill all monsters here.]
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Even if it is not the way to escape from this space. We can not help but do that. She had to stop the end.
[The battle was only long, but it did not get the achievement. The strength of the wise show was too strong. It was not a meaningless time if I did not get the performance out of the possibility. Tens of millions of millions … … Even if it kills a unit beyond it, even if it is a great existence, it becomes a strange mind. Besides, it was human being.
It reminds me of the poetry of sitting in a flower garden. Her reaching for the butterfly. She laughed under the glow.
[Then I chose to be an outsider. This time, I did not hesitate. I was not tired. Killing, killing, killing … … Look, is not there a lot of body? This has been removed many times.]
The spirit laughed chuckle.
[The next was human. At that point … … haha. Humans are very strange. It has many possibilities, but it is too weak. No matter how hard you train your body, you can not do anything.]
It is not an iron man.
I knew well. I am cursed and remember the performance of weakness when weakened. In this forest, where we could not reach each other even if we saw each other.
What should I do? I know how many times he has muttered. I am afraid to fail, I can not stop the end, and I am afraid that it is all over.
But eventually I had to do it. She was thinking that her actions were to stop the end. Who did not look like you?
His arms are cut, and he is a selfless martyr who laughs at his blood. He was thinking that all actions he had done before that time were meant to stop the end.
“… … different.”
Lee Sung-min spat out to a spirit that does not know where.
“This is really to stop the end.”
[It is not very different.]
The spirit has denied Lee’s words.
There was no meaning in the massacre that the waji performance here had done. It really did not mean anything. It was just a massacre. And… … If this were to stop the end, though. I can not stand the human mind.]
All kinds of emotions swirled in my heart. Originally, they mixed and mixed so that they could not know what the emotions were.
Lee Sung-min bowed his head and took a deep breath. I did not even imagine or sympathize. In this place, Weiji never killed everything without stopping.
This world.
All the beings recorded in Eria were her enemies. Monster, human, human … … .
[From a certain moment her spirit was broken.]
Lee Sung-min opened his senses. The entire space was captured by Lee Sung – min. There, Lee Seong – min was able to feel the only living being.
[It is a constant and repeated slaughter. No beings in the world have ever killed as many beings. Yes, a lot of people die if we make war. But the man who caused the war does not ‘kill’ everyone who died in the war? But it was a bad luck, she had to do it myself. All, direct. There was no one beside him. I did not tell anyone it was difficult.]
Lee ‘s body was wrapped around a purple current. He was confident in his confidence.
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Do not fall!
The purple current extended in the middle of the red sky. All the landscapes swiftly passed.
[Everything that has died here is nothing but a projection of those who lived in the old world. It can not exist outside this space, and can not be exported. It is impossible to project again because it is already dead. However, they were alive in this space.]
The distance is getting closer.
[The unnecessary personality was eliminated at the projection stage, and had only one purpose. To kill the wisdom. Can you imagine? Everything that lived in the old world. The unconditional flesh of all the beings of all countless times. How is the spirit of the human being who kills everything while receiving the flesh?]
Humans are weak. No matter how hard you train your body, mind can not help it.
This fact was well known to Lee Sung – min. In the past, when I had a Denil spiritual training.
The spirit of Lee Seong – min has collapsed several times in the longest time of 2100 years.
It was only about a few hundred years that it was up to them to hold on to the mental line, and after that, the mind was disintegrated and regenerated.
It was possible because the spirit of Lee Seong-min was protected by a strong banner.
However, there was no such a thing for Waji. In a world where there is nothing, it is different from the time when I was trained alone, madly, without any kind of training. Killing, killing, killing … … .
[Everyone who dies screams and pours a curse. I do not care for both sexes. Even a child who had just lost his toddler tried to curse the ridiculous witch with the ridiculous words, and the wisdom ritual killed it like a machine. The results were very satisfactory. It was also fortunate that Wang had fixed her presence. Thanks to you, you will not be able to lift your wardrobe before your mission and remain human. … .]
I did not want to hear any more.
Percussion.
Lee Sung-min fell onto the bodies. Of all the bodies we have ever seen, the bodies here are the latest.
But it was the most grievous. It was scattered, piled up, and scattered all over the place. I was bloody in my rotten mind.
This is hell. I thought that. No, more than hell. Lee Sung – min muttered with a small voice.
He saw his witty appearance with bitter eyes.
I was sitting in a big bloody puddle. The ebony hair was soaked with blood.
The skin that was white and clean did not show the original color. The black dragonfly, which was always used on the shoulder and used as a weapon, was ragged as a rag.
There was no part of the clothes that were clothed, and the color was bleeding, and the blood was stiff and rotten and grayish.
“… … It’s a great performance. ”
Lee sangmin called her name in a small voice.
[The spirit has already collapsed. It’s easy to deal with it.]
“Hosanna.”
Lee Sung-min once again called the feat. The head of the poetry was slowly heard.
[I know you can use spell spells. But even with spell magic, it does not make everything possible.]
There was no emotion in the eyes of the wise actor who turned this way. Wei Ji Yeon raised his body.
[The time of harvest is finally here.]
The spirit said with a loud voice in expectation.
[Let me reap the last achievement in this world.]
Lee Sung – min has enlightened the. But nothing happened. The spirits of the spirit imposed in the state of the collapsed mind were powerful enough to be able to solve by the vernacular.
It was a matter of course. If it were possible, the dragons would not have to escape the world.
“… … In addition… … ”
The lips of wisdom luck opened. She looked at her with a blank eye and muttered into a small voice. The shoulder of the poetry boom trembled.
“In addition… … Yes, again. I have to. ”
Soojyeon nods his head and nods.
Horseshoe.
Once again, she called her name, but she did not answer. The present wisdom performance did not even recognize Lee Seong-min.
No matter how Lee Seongmin calls her name, the voice is never communicated to her.
All the memories that were between the two were totally excluded from the present.
“… … I have to finish … … ”
Weiji continued to mutter.
“Do not blame. I… … I have to. Turn around, go back … … I want to go back. then… … Good. where? when… … What? Why me… … Why are you doing this … … ? ”
As she listened to the word, she swallowed the feeling of shaking. I wanted to scream and piss off.
I forgot where I wanted to go, and I did not know when I liked it. However, it was cursory to see the wisdom that draws vaguely at that time.
“I do not know… … ”
The black dragon pot, which is no different from the rag, shuddered and lifted up. Wujiyuu, who had wrapped himself in a black dragon captive, lifted both hands and swept back the bangs covering his eyes. The blood stained and the blood fell.
“But I have to.”
The light came back to the eyes of the poet.
“for… … For him, for him … … I… … ”
The eyebrows of the poetry show were frowned.
“… … Who was it? ”
The black dragon was shot. The attack was faster than any attacks Lee Seong – min had seen.
There was nothing to say about the martyr, but rather than Jenny, and bought it.
Fuck you!
The intangible window wielded by Lee Sung-min and the black dragon cat hit him. The grip was grimy and the intangible window disappeared.
It was the first and last attack of the black dragon grape of the wisdom performance and it disappeared as powder.
“… … Hosanna. ”
‘I have.’
In the sleeping forest, I recalled the words I had given to Uijeobyeon, who had turned back.
‘You do not have to despair that you failed. Even if you are there, I am in this world. ‘
‘If you can not, I can do it.’
Lee Seong – min walked forever. Wei Ji Yeon blinked as he watched the black dragon scattered. Before long, her eyes waved flesh.
‘If it’s too late … … Could you come to pick me up? It was a hindsight.
‘must.’
The answer was laughed.
“I’m sorry I’m too late.”
I kept feeling like crying and laughed forcibly.
Wei Ji Yeon jumped to kill Lee Seong-min without hesitation.
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