70 – Meet the Queen.
– Teeing!
Hestosias created a masterpiece worthy of his reputation.
On the exact opposite of dungeon gold, hard and sharp, but deep and soft, gold showed strength beyond my imagination.
Even though the bet and Shinmagi gradually increased, the body containing the condensed vitality amplified it several times to increase its power.
The gold strings of mysterious colors made of silver and pearls accurately reproduced the desired sound.
The sharp tone is even sharper, and the mid tone is even heavier.
Changes in rhythm follow in an instant due to its innate elasticity, and the digestive power of skillfully receiving even the bet and shinmagi and converting them into notes was even felt as if you were flipping the deep sea with your hands.
And its depth and power were a great foundation to capture the quintessence of the dim and cruel Twelve Valleys.
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The Twelve Songs of Longing.
Twelve songs composed while yearning for their hometown.
The longing for the hometown felt in each song and the nostalgia for things that have now disappeared made even the stiffest wooden stones shed tears.
It is said that the Iron Blood Emperor, who had never laid hands since his birth, made him weep bitterly.
However.
Because it’s such a bad job.
Could a musician who had only vague and heartbreaking sorrows in his heart create a music ball that climbed to the top of Manma and brought Jeongsama to his knees?
Absolutely not.
Performance is a mirror that reflects the performer and a gap through which the composer peers into the abyss.
Even a high priest called the Living Buddha lives with a sword in his heart.
How to sharpen a sharp rain in the heart of a f*cking beggar.
I saw a ghost screaming ferociously in that respectful, god-like musician in the performance of the Ghost of Mangyang, who roamed the wasteland along the vast riverside of the underworld.
Underneath the tears shed while reminiscing about the scenery of their hometown, there is anger at those who destroyed the hometown.
On the other side of the nostalgia for the days that will never return, there is a desire to live in a world that has erased everything.
Indeed, the ferocious, harsh, wrathful screams worthy of a great master of the Heavenly Demonic Church came through the beautiful golden notes.
It is as bleak as a scream heard in the middle of a riotous festival.
It is brutal, like a raging torrent beneath a beautiful surface.
The chaos drawn by the tune of the manga, and the beautiful blade flying into it, are the horrors of the Twelve Valleys of Nowhere.
Nostalgia (亡響), not nostalgia.
It is a vicious music hall that you can understand why it is nicknamed “Gwieum” After the name “Longing for home”.
If you listen to the melody in an attempt to somehow block the sharp sound, the beautiful tune and the overflowing abyss beneath it captivate your mind.
If you try to use up your spirit while being wary of that deafening sound, your entire body will be hacked to pieces and you will be torn to death without leaving a single piece of flesh left.
As long as the performance starts, every sound you hear is both waste and waste, and all flows become waste and waste.
By the way.
Today.
For the first time, I was facing a wall that I couldn’t even touch, let alone kill, even after mobilizing all of the twelve songs of Manghyang.
The 12 songs leading to the trance soon reach the climax.
The melodious rhythm that raged all over the place added to its demonic spirit.
The goddess above her head and her divine power have not yet budged, but if you go to her last song.
The results are still unknown…
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– Teeing!
“…!”
Just before moving on to the last movement.
Her fingertips, which were playing on the hot and cold gold, slipped for some reason, and her hand came to a halt.
‘This, what the hell is this..!!’
In a desolate plain where time has stopped.
The demon’s Yin Gong, which was completed in the pain of being cut and torn in the soul.
It’s nothing else, it’s just my mistake that it ended in such a mess!?
“I, I, I, I, I, I, I…!!”
What the hell was wrong?
Are you saying that this performance ended in an awkward way, for trivial reasons such as a body change or the passage of several years?
In addition, in this situation where I confidently challenged a goddess with a high level of deity, which even I in my previous life couldn’t dare to discuss victory or defeat?
In an unacceptable situation, as if the blood in the whole body was turning backwards, the rage soared.
“Oh my gosh! f*cking like a b*tch!!”
Are you proud of yourself?
Their progress inherited from the Twelve Gods is to me a medal and a testament to my life.
Proof that he overcame the hellish years in the gap between death and life and eventually obtained the qualification to become the suzerain of magic.
That’s why I couldn’t accept that the Twelve Songs were cut off in the middle due to nothing else but my own mistake.
“aaa!!”
With a scream of anger that has nowhere to go, the grip clad in the Shinmagi is swung around.
At the end of the red-stained field of vision was a nameless gold that vomited for the first time today.
[Stop.]
Just before my hand breaks the gold.
A beautiful hand that deserves to be called Seomseomoksu grabbed my wrist before I knew it and tightly clamped it.
As a result, the inside of my head that had been burning like a wildfire became cold in an instant, and instead of anger, cold vigilance ran down my spine.
‘…Strong!’
No matter how much I lost my temper for a while, my reflexes and senses that I trained didn’t go anywhere.
I knew very well that it was funny to see a fever rise to the top of your head and then calm down in an instant.
However, if he had felt a sign of dooming his back in a heated situation, that rage would have aimed at the sign behind his back rather than gold.
Hold my hand Chan, just like when the goddess of beauty appeared, she suddenly grabbed my hand and grabbed her hand.
Jodoo, who had not any other powers, but all of the new demons.
As expected, Eris and even Nemesis could not easily block a blow, as if holding a child’s wrist lightly, and was amazed at the power.
“It bleeds.”
“…Blood?”
It was as he said.
Her fingertips, which were still tender, were cut and cracked, and before I knew it, the gayageum and my hands were all covered in blood.
If there is one unwritten rule between me and my master when riding gold.
Never protect your hands with chi or any other means.
If you put something else on your hand, your senses become dull, and if you play with a dull sense, the emotion and power of the performance drop to less than half, and your hand slows down and it becomes difficult to know where you missed the note.
So, as a matter of habit, in this performance, she struck with her bare hands without covering her hands or strengthening them with Shinmagi.
This time, the body is not yet ripe.
Her body, unable to catch up with the years engraved on her soul, held her back.
“It must be painful.”
The sweet voice whispering in my ear, like a child, gradually got closer.
The beautiful goddess’s face winked at me in amusement, and she passed my face and moved toward my hand, which she had seized.
If the word elegance is expressed through strength, such as internal energy or divine power, would she be like this woman?
She was so beautiful that it made me think that she was such a fool. She was a goddess with more charm and authority than anything else.
Her subtle pearlescent majesty was like a photoshop effect, further enhancing her unrealistic beauty.
Dignity and elegance emanated from each and every gesture of her hand, making the dignity and dignity of the empress and princess, whom they met through the arrangements of the emperor, look like a child’s growth.
“Whoa~”
Like a mother comforting a child who was injured while playing.
The goddess with her benevolent yet mischievous smile blew her breath on her bloody hand.
Is it a trick of the eye or is it the power of God?
In the breath of her goddess, a light similar to her divine power, which she was wearing, seemed to hover around her and touch her hand.
As the breath of the goddess permeated my wounds, I could see the new possibility of divine powers flying at the same time, why divine powers were named divine powers.
The veins of blood that flowed from her fingers to her hands and wrists slowly disappeared, as if it were a poorly drawn painting.
The finger, which had been nearly pitted from a deep cut and looked pitiful, would have healed in an instant, as if time had passed.
“It reminds me of how the second child was injured while playing with a spear knife that her older brother had given her as a present. How ignorant boys are.”
She said she couldn’t stop it, and the goddess smiled benignly and slowly backed away without any sense of weight.
She naturally followed her teeth, turned around, met her eyes and asked sternly.
“Now do you know who I am?”
There are many beautiful goddesses.
From Eris, the self-proclaimed older sister, who was like eight ponytails, to Nemesis, who wielded a pure white judgment sword and struck me head-on with my trough sword, and even Artemis, a psychopath in the forest, are all white goddesses who would have been tired all their lives because of their beauty if they had been born as humans.
However, the goddess in front of her was uniquely beautiful among those goddesses. In addition to this, she radiates authority that is one level higher than them with her entire body.
Perhaps, if you face her, even her blindness will make her name pop out.
“Queen of Gods, Goddess of Goddesses…”
And The Hero Breaker.
Hera.
Of the gods who should never be encountered in this forest, the goddess running the tower appeared in front of me.