Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint chapter 129

At the bottom of the abyss is water. It is water with a slightly sticky texture that glides up to the ankles.

I know it from my own experience. To counter it, try stepping on the bottom of the abyss.

It was such a great discovery of the century, but still, people are more important than facts. First of all, I decided to figure out the number of people.

Sakaman shouted towards the darkness.

“Are you all safe? number! one!”

“two!”

Calis, who was very nervous, was the first to answer. also a soldier. The military water is still low.

“Three!”

Next was the immortal who took the situation well. In the end, Koyo came.

A little later, the returner’s voice was heard.

“… I’m fine. Ajido, Butterfly, Tyrdo.”

No, really.

“Wow, aren’t you calling your number here? It doesn’t look bad, really! Aren’t you in the mood?”

“You don’t have to say the numbers! You just need to know that everything is fine!”

That’s how I get it, but I’m reading everyone with mind-reading, so I don’t need to check it!

what are the beasts

“mmm… .”

“Nyaha… .”

It’s okay because I’m alive right. The king of beasts cannot fall so easily.

I threatened the returner.

“Because we can’t see you, I guess you’re just checking to make sure you’re safe. Really, really. They think we’re numbering because we’re stupid.”

“wait. I’ll check… . Seven colors, five colors, blue eyes, open eyes.”

For a moment, a blue light lingered in the returner’s eyes. I was terrified of a regressor who secured his sight with his fraudulent technique alone.

“Do I have to say things like seven-colored eyes? Isn’t that too childish?”

“It’s to focus your mind! How about speaking a little!”

“No, I’m good at saying embarrassing things about a subject that even the four of us can’t talk about. Is it the disease that the second year of secondary school takes? But I didn’t even go to secondary school.”

“hey! I have to look around, so be quiet!”

The furious regressor shot at it all the way and looked around with eyes that looked at the depths. Now, where. Shall we steal a little bit of perspective this time too? Show me what you see

So I read what the regressor sees now.

The first thing you see is an upside down Tantalus. The prison building was tucked away from the slope, and we, hanging from ropes, were hanging upside down, dangling our feet on the damp ground.

The ground on which we had been stepping until a moment ago was turned into a ceiling, literally turning the earth upside down, as if we were in an abstract painting because there was no sense of reality.

Looking at this alone, it seems like Tantalus was leaning and crashing into the floor, but that cannot explain the distant void he had seen down there a while ago.

If there had been a bottom in the first place, it would have stopped at an inclined line instead of turning upside down. Obviously, the moment the ground turned over, something that common sense could not explain must have happened. Perhaps, the reason the abyss had no bottom was because it was a space that could only be reached by overturning.

When the regressor who looked all over the easily recognizable ceiling casts his gaze to the bottom.

“… uh?”

there was something

From a distance, it looked like a huge mountain. It had a slightly gentler slope than the inclined Tantalus, but it was definitely a mountain with summits and ridges.

A gentle mountain that exists beneath this abyss. sizzling water.

… And the weird texture that touches your feet.

The eyes that see depth and the blue eyes couldn’t distinguish the small textures well, but… . The components that make up that mountain were somehow different from that blue eye.

Why are all the rocks you see… Five bumps that look like fingers and toes?

Oh no. That’s not a rock. It’s not a protrusion that looks like a finger.

This.

“Awww!”

Aji cried. Leaping from the ground, it clawed and clinged to the overturned Tantalus like a bat. They barked fiercely, as if they didn’t want to get too close to the ground, and hurriedly grabbed hold of the supports they were tied to.

But no one answered the cry.

For that reason, I was overwhelmed by the filling of this land.

“… blood, goo. this is all… .”

I realized it without the need for expert evaluation. Because now my nose was filled with the scent of blood that I had been exuding before.

Should I call this blood? if not.

“Kalis. Be still. Something is strange.”

When even the undead felt ominous and murmured.

The night lights were turned on instead of the missing day lights.

In the distance, the prison that had dug into the ground shone faintly. It was a dim light from the night lights that were lit all over the building. At the same time, the searchlights on the walls of the prison began to move in order to search for the escapees.

The bright yellow searchlight, unaware that the earth had been overturned, faithfully swayed to and fro chasing the figure of a man far away from the prison… .

The round light trembled like crazy.

as if one was crazy.

“iced coffee… .”

someone exclaimed

The bright yellow light that illuminates the darkness in a circle, it looked like a person’s pupils were trembling in fear. The light flickered in a zigzag as if she wanted to see the whole mountain. A round light wandered aimlessly.

All the areas where the light shines like that. without missing a single one.

There was a human form.

“The slaughter of 300,000, the work of the king… . It is a trial and blood loss.”

It was a tragedy that could only be reached in large numbers.

300,000 or 300,000 humans were thrown into the pit alive. The first person to hit the ground would have died instantly. Perhaps the second and third would have died if they had suffered such a fall. Maybe 10,000 died like that.

After enough people have piled up, the difference between elevation and height decreases and the bottom becomes soft with piles of flesh.

I don’t know when that was. Probably no one will know. Even the king who pushed people into the pit at that time probably didn’t care. The moment it was dropped, it would have been a life that did not have to worry about whether it was alive or dead.

Anyway. at that time.

Someone must have rolled over the mountain of corpses alive, and others must have been crushed by corpses pouring from above before they could escape. The limbs may have been broken and broken. He must have suffered from a broken head and twisted limbs. While throwing 300,000, some of them may have become a terrible mourner that is hard to even imagine.

Cries and screams, despair and fear. Hostility and anger, cursing and pleading towards the person who falls, or the person who falls.

So one, one, one, one. The dead or the dead piled up.

So, 300,000 accumulated. The mountain of corpses became more than just piles of corpses.

It looks like a mountain of corpses, but that’s the view from the outside.

The piled up corpses create a pressure equal to that height. Contrary to the outside, the bodies buried inside were crushed without even recognizing their shape. The blood filtered through the cracks in his skin and clothes squeezed out and created a new water source. A liquid closer to bodily fluid than blood flowed from the crushed body, forming a shallow sea.

For some reason, the sound was clear after pitching.

The death of 300,000 was an insult to humanity that only a massacre of that size could create.

“Is it like that… .”

At that time, the searchlight, which was wandering and running in a zigzag, found something and stopped. Immediately after, all the searchlights found the most ‘human’ shape and rushed in all at once.

The mountaintop of these horrendous corpses. Five lights illuminated the pole.

An abyss where there are no insects and no mold grows.

In a space isolated from the rest of the world, neither rot nor crumble.

At the top of the Sisan Blood Sea that has lasted for 1300 years.

A woman was kneeling at the top.

As if repenting of this terrible sin, as if mourning all the dead bodies. He laid his palms out on his knees and bowed his head.

In the posture that the burial of Mother God would take, the uniform of the priestly uniform resembles that of Ji-seon. There were six rings on her right wrist. Her black hair was long and ripped through, but it was not brittle and had a slight sheen, perhaps because there was no wind.

A black staff lay horizontally on the palm of the corpse, and whoever looked at it, it looked like a guru of Mother Goddess-

-Except for the cross wedge, which pierces the ship.

“The Cross? Why is the symbol of Seonghwangcheong over there? ?”

Tyr, who discovered the symbol of his foe, reflexively furrowed his eyebrows.

Why is there a cross in the abyss, the hell of Mother Goddess? Why is the cross pierced through the belly of a woman at the apex of the tomb?

The answer came from Jiseon.

“A long time ago, there was a Daejongsa in our synagogue. He was the first to use earth art, and the great master of all the gods.”

clack, clack.

In the pitch black darkness, where everyone stopped, Jiseon walked alone. The sound of blood splattering left a footprint.

“When the King of Kings summoned the burials to bury the 300,000 corpses, most of the burials who went there were shrews who were aiming for quick succession and tarnishing the name of Mother Goddess. They were cowardly and mean bastards like falcons chasing after corpses… . With a few exceptions, it is beyond words. In order to prevent false burials from insulting Mother Goddess, Master Daejong personally went there with his companions.”

Thanks to a few devoted mothers and devotees, the unqualified majority were obscured. It was not only now, but also back then.

The time when the victors and the defeated kings fought each other was the period when the growth of the Shinto Shinto was the most prosperous. There were many trembling, but there were also many true burials.

That was the way the Zimo faith was maintained at that time.

And the king hated the zealous belief that demanded a ceremony for the corpse. To the extent that he wanted to uproot the roots of the Zemo faith.

“The dwarf visited the temple of the mother god, a cave on the top of the highest mountain, and found out about it. The only exception is that the traces of Daejong have completely disappeared since then.”

If he had gathered the unqualified and tried to accuse them of their immorality, the king should not have killed the burials.

If you put on a burial and show the whole world that you are being called to the death of another person, then you will be able to hand over your anger over the massacre to the Church of Jesus Christ.

However, the king did not do so and killed all the burials. He’s a tyrant who can’t control his temper, so he wouldn’t be wrong. It would make more sense to think that there are other reasons.

For example, someone who buried a prisoner refused to bury it. He showed such a noble appearance that no one could criticize him.

“However, the fact that it is impossible to dig a huge pit where 300,000 dead falcons can be buried in three days. No one else knows best.”

The number of burials gathered was small compared to the scale of the construction, and the deadline was too tight. So people just guessed that the king must have used his soldiers.

But what if, if not?

“Because the servant interfered. Before the falcons who came to smell the corpse, she built a tomb for those who would die by her power. Because the Great Master buried all the corpses alone. The king has received his karma as it is.

So the king who could not achieve his goal… . They killed Daejongsa and other burials mercilessly. For him, unable to assume the responsibility, the burials who wandered around the world were a herald of his ugliness.”

That was the secret of the abyss that Ji-sun found.

So far, Jiseon has never doubted that fact. Few people in this world were so deeply involved in the zemo faith as she was.

“But, I guess not. The king did not kill Daejongsa.”

However, at this moment, the Daejongsa appeared from the abyss. And with his back pierced by a cross.

Considering that at that time, Cheonshinism was a miscellaneous religion that was not worth arguing, the scene in front of us meant only one thing.

“It was the angels who killed her and made all history forgotten. They were cowardly prophets who saw the future. Those who stood on the side of the victor and encouraged the downfall of the defeated. I think they were… . A place that has ruined us, killed the Great Master, and was a disgrace.”

That mountain of corpses might be the work of the King of Destiny.

Along with this abyss, it is the work of none other than Seong Hwang-cheong that Daejong was crucified and died on the mountain of corpses.