Past Life Regressor chapter 525
In other words, things that should disappear.
One of them was on its way to narrow the streets on its own.
Soaring flames with this cry from afar.
"Don't approach anyone! If there is any glimpse of such an attempt, I will kill them all!"
The man was insignificant in itself.
Those who are waiting for the resurrection not far away.
But he also gains a cosmic enlightenment
If he did, he was open to the possibility of extending his natural power and delivering it to me.
It could have been my forgotten creation. However, I cannot afford to ignore the possibility that can challenge me.
No matter how much of a creature born out of my arrangement.
The moment I tried to clean up him.
-Sun. It's me, Jonathan.
His voice interrupted.
Jonathan.
What is it!
Why are those three syllables so clear?
Looking again, the insignificant ability was allowed.
Nevertheless, it was impossible to be able to exert power similar to that of Eonryong.
I reaped the strength I was trying to organize. I was curious about the identity of interest.
Jonathan.
Even when I was waiting for him and thinking by myself, something that aroused me had vibrated.
Jonathan.
When I called the names of the three syllables myself, it became clear.
Something deep inside me seemed to be moving by itself.
Deep. Deep. Deep... … One?
When the eyebrows were frowned in surprise, the man who said he was Jonathan landed.
What brought tears to this man of heartless and ferocious features, and the lingering in his pupils
It looked like it would drop anytime soon.
Did it come on? Did it come on? Did you make it up... … Ah?
"Even if you don't remember me, your woman will. Marie, no you called her Woo Yeon-hee. Remember? Your woman, Woo Yeon-hee."
Woo Yeon-hee.
It was the same stimulus as just before when I put the name Jonathan in my mouth.
"okay! Woo Yeon-hee."
The owner of that name, which provoked me so much, could be the one left to disappear.
Could be Could be Could be... … Work?
I turned my head. Beyond the flames created by men, beyond the sight of civilization's intellectuals, there is a special structure.
There are creatures that have not been assimilated into civilization here, and there are those who are waiting for resurrection in them.
I asked for a specific direction.
"Is that the person over there, Yeon-hee? It is asking those who are waiting for the resurrection."
"no. He is Joshua."
Joshua.
Its name, made up of three syllables, also made my forehead firm.
Who is the job.
The man didn't seem to realize what he was asking right now.
Then soon a name came out, and again plunged me into confusion. It was a confusion that came as strong as the movement the man gave him strength. Movement, movement, movement... … being?
"Kwon Seong-il!"
The man raised a loud voice and was rejoicing.
Moxibustion. Moxibustion. Daemyeon... … versus?
Another moment when one name was confirmed while thinking of what syllables there are! Their names flew as if five bells were ringing in my head. I was the only shock that struck me
It was beyond the bliss that he had when he achieved the reason for existence.
Only then could I know.
Those names were magical spells that made me me.
It was when such names poured into the perfected divinity.
My eyes opened anew.
Indeed, their voices began to come through distant memories.
Jonathan.
"Completed to attack."
Woo Yeon-hee.
"It's ready, it's after."
Joshua.
"Yes. master."
Seongil Kwon.
"Oh, just leave it to me!"
Leased.
"I see the great Odin."
So five.
"Jonathan. Woo Yeon-hee. Joshua. Seongil Kwon. Im about... … No, it was Lee Tae-han."
Reaping the remaining power of Doom Chaos, the divine nature that had become complete was pulling out everything that was under the unconscious mind.
I have been called by many names.
The times in my memory were jumbled, and there was no distinction between what happened in the real world and in the spiritual world.
However, they were also properly put together and completed in an instant.
Hwaak!
I could see this friend properly.
I could see what was causing my eyes to break. Said, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"It's all over. Now nothing can be a threat to us, Jonathan."
He, too, has put his hand on my shoulder.
"Sun."
It was true that something that cried from his voice and from the weight that came under heavy pressure on his shoulders immediately rose.
However, although my eyes may have become hot, neither from him nor from me dripping with tears.
Final victory.
At the end, we were all this way.
Why did you cry even though you didn't lose anyone?
I'm the thick part of my palm and my left eye
I rubbed around and looked around.
The army was crowded over the flame jade that Jonathan spread out.
Jonathan prepared such a device so that my identity could not be revealed even in the midst of this.
At that time, his armament, barely remaining in shape, came into my eyes.
It's not just Jonathan.
Yeonhee, Seongil, and Lee Taehan are all.
Overcoming the unavoidable circumstances and making this holy victory with me.
Joshua's sacrifice, who burned himself on fire.
Jonathan asked.
"What are you thinking about? Now that we have won the final war."
If you put the time back to the day when nothing happened, the world could become ordinary as if nothing really happened.
However, according to Jonathan's words, the reason we were able to win the final war is because there has been a sublime fight.
From before the last chapter to now... … .
So I remember them forever
What to do!
But, is it not something I can only do to make them memorable so that they will not be forgotten in any long time?
Doom Chaos could not abandon his commitment to becoming the only one until his death.
But now, as much as I do, it was time to let go of the convictions I had adhered to.
I decided that I couldn't just satisfy my greed.
Sorry. father. Mother. To you two
I believe you will understand.
The flame jade that Jonathan spread out was evaporated naturally by the power that I radiated.
After the superheated pillars of fire evaporated, the scene of crowds was revealed.
Among them, we identified a group of people with broadcast cameras and reporters.
That was where I was.
That way. That way.
Every time you step toward it, a path opens up.
Sounds of knowing who I am.
For some, it came out as a breath swallowing sound, and in fact, for some, my other name, Odin, groaned and moved away from the back.
-Do you know what you're doing?
- enough. I want you to stand by my side.
Answering so, he stopped in front of the camera. The cameraman hurriedly tried to lower the camera with the same expression as the crowd that had passed by.
The same was the case with other cameras.
Some of them muttered my name and tried to kneel. That was also straight away.
I fixed the camera toward me and identified a female reporter.
The exciter nodded and noticed what the signal was. And, remarkably, he wanted to confirm what he already knew.
"All, who are you?"
Her question arose as the silence fell without a single breath.
Starting now, the great victory week
The stations will be remembered forever.
Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years.
As long as humanity lasts, until the end of those years.
From me. With me.
I started to rush with those words.
"Odin. I am your Odin."
〈The end〉
korean novel Past Life Returner 525