MTL regressor instruction manual (side stories)

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Regressor Instruction Manual, Chapter 991

The end of the social church (2)

'The Devil's Seed'

You would think that it is in your body.

'I'm glad he's stupid.'

No, he's not stupid. This piece is what killed it.

The results that were built step by step from start to finish, perfect props and flowing storytelling, and a screenplay that naturally retrieved rice cakes planted in the beginning.

I judge that I am where I am now because there was everything that fit perfectly from one to ten.

In an instant, the wings and gold eyes that were shown during that moment that captivated the guy's mind.

The small event on the terrace was actually not my intention, but it has become indispensable by now. It has become a delicious ingredient.

'I probably ate it in a hurry.'

It doesn't matter what you think of my identity. either as the incarnation of a god or an avatar of a god.

Personally, the setting I am pushing is an angel who abandoned his position to save the continent. He was an angel who came down because he loved humans so much that he could not pretend not to know their pain.

'You are an angel who fell from the sky with a shooting star.'

Of course, this angel did not cherish and love the continent from the beginning. cloth There were many things that happened before Lee Ki-young, the national treasure, came down, but due to time constraints, I had no choice but to skip them.

Of course, there are compelling reasons.

A boring afternoon in heaven as usual... The story begins when you accidentally look down at the lower world and find a Templar who has dedicated his body and soul to Lucifer.

A small change that came to the daily life of an angel who cried, laughed, sympathized, and watched his adventure, and a grand narrative like a myth that started from that small change.

I can't wait to see him fall. A decision that could not be seen leaving the continent collapsing. As always, a touching story that ends in self-sacrifice.

It was natural that the story, like a drama, was the decisive reason, and a sense of bewilderment appeared on the face of the guy who had that reason in front of his eyes.

How can you dare to imagine the feelings of a person who is faced with a secret he did not even know about.

"To evil... Don't give in to evil. Bahamut."

"Priest..."

Maybe you can't afford to think about it. It may just be the feeling of wanting to run out and save the wounded angel right away.

But this is not a battle of power against power.

A confrontation stone of holy power and unclean power.

A battle between an angel and a demon.

invisible, intangible energy.

The battle of transcendental beings who have escaped from humans.

A big match of fraud and fraud.

It couldn't be a fight that he could understand in his head.

When the sacred torch is raised, the light dispels the darkness. Reflecting light with a mirror prevents darkness from encroaching on the space as much as possible.