I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2106: 2105: The True Martial Holy Sect's Foundation, the Might of the Eight Kings

Capítulo 2106: Chapter 2105: The True Martial Holy Sect’s Foundation, the Might of the Eight Kings

Before them, there were only two paths.

To sacrifice oneself for the sect or to seek another way to live.

To be honest, some have affection for the sect, while others do not. If we oppose the World Immortal this time, there is no doubt we will perish.

Life is precious.

At this time, the True Martial Nation was divided into two factions.

Whether commoners or the upper echelons of the nation, some began to flee the True Martial Nation to save their lives.

Yet, some headed to the True Martial Holy Sect, willing to live and die with the sect.

The battlefront of the True Martial Holy Sect continued to shrink, and vast territories were being given up.

At this time, they surely had to gather their strength; otherwise, battling on multiple fronts would lead to certain death.

Of course, even if gathered, it would still lead to certain death.

……

The autumn wind was fierce, chilling the hearts of men.

On True Martial Mountain, from the foot of the mountain upwards, the area was densely packed with people.

These were all disciples of the True Martial Holy Sect.

The Sect Protection Array had been activated, the azure formation reflecting the boundless sky.

The surging power operated within the formation, the ancient foundation silently telling their tales.

The formation was established in the era of the True Martial Great Emperor and later bolstered by generations of emperors.

The last emperor was the Eternal Ancient Great Emperor.

Back then, unless the Great Emperor personally arrived, no one could break it.

But time has worn on, and now much of the formation’s power has eroded.

Even the Daoimprints of the emperor were blurred.

This formation was no longer invincible.

Otherwise, the disciples of the True Martial Holy Sect could stay safely within the formation.

All around True Martial Mountain, the forces of the Eight Kings had begun to advance toward it.

This time, not many came, only tens of thousands.

But everyone knew that low-tier combat power wasn’t important, merely used to clean the battlefield.

True victory rested on high-end power.

Moreover, with the eight forces each sending tens of thousands, they amassed hundreds of thousands together.

As these eight forces approached True Martial Mountain, sealing it tightly, the higher-ups of the Eight Kings would also arrive.

A crow’s cry echoed through the firmament, and a splash of blood came from the east, where massive blood crows flew toward them.

On the backs of these blood crows stood figures, but they were not of the human race, but the Blood Crow Clan.

Though they had human bodies, they had crow heads, wore black robes, and draped themselves in red cloaks.

The Blood Crow Clan was one of the Eight Kings.

Accompanying the Blood Crow Clan was the Imperial Extreme Family.

Although the Imperial Extreme Family had not produced a Great Emperor, they boasted Seven Emperors.

The term Emperor referred to a newly named realm on the Yuan Central Continent.

This realm was stronger than the Divine Vein Realm, yet weaker than the Great Emperor.

Reaching the pinnacle of the Divine Vein Realm resulted in becoming an Emperor.

Though having Seven Emperors was less significant than a Great Emperor, it was enough to position the Imperial Extreme Family at the pinnacle of the Eastern Continent.

After all, only one Great Emperor existed in an era.

Great Emperors were rare; Emperors were the dominion of the world.

Members of the Imperial Extreme Family wore imperial robes and arrived on a massive royal ship.

This ship traversed the void, glinting as if gold-plated, emitting dazzling light in the sun.

This time, the Seven Emperors led the Imperial Extreme Family.

All Seven Emperors were present, underscoring their seriousness about the matter and their resolve to annihilate the True Martial Holy Sect.

Meanwhile, from the north and west, two more forces arrived.

A Luoshu scroll known to all under heaven,

A Thunder Sea inverted over Nine States.

This was the Luoshu family and Thunder Ridge, members of the Eight Kings.

The Luoshu family wielded the divine artifact Luoshu, said to divide heaven’s talent into ten parts, with Luoshu taking eight.

Whether exaggerated or not, the Luoshu family was indeed formidable.

Thunder Ridge, an extraterrestrial force, claimed origin from the five continental creation, residing in the Eastern Continent, calling themselves Thunder Beasts.

Within Thunder Beasts, the king was the Thunder King, known for wielding Thunder Skills to pierce the heavens.

It was said he could summon a torrent of thunder with a mere motion.

Thunder Ridge was a place of ultimate burial.

Adding to these four forces, when Magpie Bridge Fairyland arrived, a rainbow bridge appeared in the sky.

It was full of birdsongs and blossoming flowers, small bridges and flowing streams, resembling the meeting place of the cowherd and weaving maiden.

The realm lord of Magpie Bridge Fairyland wore a gown blooming with flowers, stepping forward like the Hundred Flowers Fairy.

In addition, the Other Shore Capital had arrived.

With visions of the Other Shore, rarely seen in life, the Other Shore meant the separation of Yin and Yang, excelling in space power.

Time as Venerable, and Space as King.

From the void, a crack inexplicably appeared, growing until it became a massive gateway.

People wearing blue robes emerged from it.

The sect master of the Other Shore Capital named himself Void-breaking Venerable, not opting for the title of Emperor, yet he was among the peak of strong individuals.

In this world, the sun in the sky suddenly dimmed.

As if a Heavenly Dog were devouring it, something split the sun in two.

Half shone brightly, while the other half was cloaked in darkness.

This was the Eclipse Family, one of the Eight Kings.

They subsisted on sunlight and flame, growing stronger the fiercer the fire.

Supposedly, their ultimate goal was to consume the sun.

This seemed incredible.

Now half the sun was obscured, and people appeared out of the void.

They wore attire more radiant than the sun, seemingly the most resplendent existence in this realm.

They were not quite human, though resembling humans closely.

Seven of the Eight Kings had arrived; only the Abyss of Nightmares remained.

The Thunder King, somewhat displeased, said, “The Abyss of Nightmares truly makes a grand entrance, always arriving last as if they want to conclude the show.”

“Do not be angry, Thunder King,” a hearty laughter echoed from the void.

“The Journey from the Abyss of Nightmares is long, coming late was beyond our control.”

Suddenly, black mist filled the void.

Like a nightmare, ghostly wails sounded, and in the firmament, a stele appeared without warning, unnoticed by all.

“The Wailing Ghost Stele,” someone exclaimed in surprise.

“Isn’t this the guardian treasure of the Abyss of Nightmares? They’ve brought it out?”

“It seems the Abyss of Nightmares is taking heavy losses this time.”

The appearance of the Wailing Ghost Stele severely distorted the rules of this world.

Behind the Wailing Ghost Stele emerged an unfathomable abyss, from which heaps of grotesque demons crawled.

The Abyss of Nightmares excelled in transformative techniques, typically displaying human forms in the mortal world.

This seemed more acceptable.

Now that the abyss appeared, these demons had nothing to hide.

Despite their notorious reputation, the Abyss of Nightmares’ overwhelming power compelled the various forces of the Eastern Continent to acknowledge them.

䥽㖊

㰪㐮䳫

䥽䌾䧯㖊䧯䥽䛏㽜

蘆

盧

䳫䌾㰪䞘

魯

櫓

老

䱩䧯㤠䥽㰪䛏

㖊㤠䴆䏼䌾

櫓

䳫䏼㽜㙴㾿

盧

擄

櫓

盧

㰪㰪㾿㤠䚧䏼䳫䴆䌾

㾿䛏㰪䌾㤠㙴㖊

䳫㾿㰪

䌾㤠㤠㰪

䌾

䮍䌾㬡㖊㽜㤠䏼

㙉䩰㖊㖊㽜㾿㖊䥽㾿㰪

㙍㖊 㾿䳫㰪 㕾䌾䛏㾿䚧 㾿䳫㰪 㙴㽜䏼䳫㾿 䱩䥽㤠䧯㰪䛏 䳫䌾䞘㰪 㻸㰪㰪㖊 䧯䥽䮍㕾㰪㾿㽜㖊䏼 䥽㕾㰪㖊䊍䂠 䌾㖊䴆 䧯䥽䞘㰪㤠㾿䊍䂠䚧 㻸䣮㾿 㖊䥽䡋䚧 䣮㖊䴆㰪㤠 㾿䳫㰪 䥽㤠䴆㰪㤠 䥽䔱 㾿䳫㰪 䫨䥽㤠䊍䴆 㙍䮍䮍䥽㤠㾿䌾䊍䚧 㖊䥽㖊㰪 䴆䌾㤠㰪 㾿䥽 㻸㰪 㖊㰪䏼䊍㽜䏼㰪㖊㾿䩰

㢁䛏 䛏㰪㰪㖊 䔱㤠䥽䮍 㾿䳫㰪 㢁㻸䂠䛏䛏 䥽䔱 㧕㽜䏼䳫㾿䮍䌾㤠㰪䛏䚧 䴆㰪䮍䥽㖊䛏 䌾㕾㕾㰪䌾㤠㰪䴆䚧 䌾䊍䊍 㾿䳫㤠㰪㰪 䏼㤠㰪䌾㾿 䴆㰪䮍䥽㖊 㬡㽜㖊䏼䛏 䥽䔱 㾿䳫㰪 㢁㻸䂠䛏䛏 䥽䔱 㧕㽜䏼䳫㾿䮍䌾㤠㰪䛏 䮍䌾䴆㰪 㾿䳫㰪㽜㤠 䌾㕾㕾㰪䌾㤠䌾㖊䧯㰪䩰

㾿䳫㰪

㤠㰪䌾䛏䧯

㾿䳫㰪

䯬㤠㰪䮍㰪㾿㰪

䳫㾿㰪

䛏䥽㖊㽜㥯㤠

䥽㔗㖊㰪䮍

䳫䂠㐮㰪

䮍㾿䥽䛏

䌾䥽㖊䮍䏼

䥽㰪㔗䮍㖊

㽜䩰䡘㖊䏼

㔗㖊㰪䥽䮍

䌾㖊䴆

䚧䡘䏼㽜㖊

㾿䳫㰪

㰪䱩㽜㤠

䚧䡘㖊㽜䏼

㾿㰪䳫

㙍䛏㾿㖊䧯㰪

㤠㾿㰪䳫㰪

㰪䴆䚧䥽㖊䮍䛏

㕾㰪㰪㖊㤠㰪㤠䛏㾿

䊍㕾㰪㤠㰪㾿䂠䞘䛏㰪㽜䧯

㐮䳫㰪 㙍㖊䛏㰪䧯㾿 㔗㰪䮍䥽㖊 䡘㽜㖊䏼 㽜䛏 䌾 䴆㰪䮍䥽㖊 䥽䔱 㽜㖊䛏㰪䧯㾿 䔱䥽㤠䮍䚧 㤠㰪䛏㰪䮍㻸䊍㽜㖊䏼 䌾 䧯㰪㖊㾿㽜㕾㰪䴆㰪 䡋㽜㾿䳫 䧯䥽䣮㖊㾿䊍㰪䛏䛏 䊍㰪䏼䛏䚧 㰪䛏㕾㰪䧯㽜䌾䊍䊍䂠 㾿䳫㰪 㾿䡋䥽 䌾㖊㾿㰪㖊㖊䌾㰪 䥽㖊 㽜㾿䛏 䳫㰪䌾䴆䚧 䧯䌾㕾䌾㻸䊍㰪 䥽䔱 㰪䮍㽜㾿㾿㽜㖊䏼 㽜㖊䧯㤠㰪䴆㽜㻸䊍䂠 㾿䥽䣮䏼䳫 䡋䳫㽜㾿㰪 䛏㽜䊍㬡䩰

㐮䳫㰪 䱩㽜㤠㰪 㔗㰪䮍䥽㖊 䡘㽜㖊䏼䚧 䥽㖊 㾿䳫㰪 䥽㾿䳫㰪㤠 䳫䌾㖊䴆䚧 㽜䛏 䊍㽜㬡㰪 䌾 䔱㽜㰪㤠䂠 䮍䥽㖊䛏㾿㰪㤠䚧 䡋㽜㾿䳫 㽜㾿䛏 㻸䥽䴆䂠 㻸䣮㤠㖊㽜㖊䏼 䡋㽜㾿䳫 䮍䌾䏼䮍䌾 䌾㖊䴆 䔱䊍䌾䮍㰪䛏䚧 䛏㾿䌾㖊䴆㽜㖊䏼 㾿䳫㰪㤠㰪 䡋㽜㾿䳫 䔱㽜㰪㤠䂠 㻸㤠㰪䌾㾿䳫 䏼䣮䛏䳫㽜㖊䏼 䔱䥽㤠㾿䳫䩰

䛏㢁

㖜䣮㰪䛏㰪㻸㖊㾿䣮䛏

䳫㰪

䌾

㰪㖊䮍㔗䥽

䌾䮍䥽㖊䏼

䥽䔱㤠

䥽㬡䊍䥽䛏

㾿䳫㰪

䮍䥽㾿䛏

䥽䛏㤠㥯㖊㽜

䡘䚧㖊㽜䏼

䊍㰪㽜㬡

䣮䮍䌾䳫㖊

䛏䩰䴆䥽㰪䮍㖊

㞕㰪 㽜䛏 䌾 䏼㽜䌾㖊㾿 㾿䳫㤠㰪㰪 䮍㰪㾿㰪㤠䛏 㾿䌾䊍䊍䚧 䳫㽜䛏 㰪㖊㾿㽜㤠㰪 㻸䥽䴆䂠 㻸䥽䣮㖊䴆 䡋㽜㾿䳫 䧯䳫䌾㽜㖊䛏 䥽䔱 㾿䳫㰪 䌾㻸䂠䛏䛏䚧 䡋䳫㽜䧯䳫 䌾㤠㰪 㖊䥽㾿 㙬䣮䛏㾿 䡋㤠䌾㕾㕾㰪䴆 䌾㤠䥽䣮㖊䴆 䳫㽜䛏 㻸䥽䴆䂠䩰

㐮䳫㰪䂠 䌾㤠㰪 䴆㰪㰪㕾䊍䂠 㰪䮍㻸㰪䴆䴆㰪䴆 㽜㖊 䳫㽜䛏 䔱䊍㰪䛏䳫䩰

㖊䏼㤠䴰䥽䡋㽜

㰪䥽㰪㤠㾿㾿䏼䳫

䊍䚧䳫䛏䔱㰪

䥽㤠䞘㰪

䳫䛏㽜

䞘㰪䌾㽜䊍䏼㖊

䌾䊍䊍

䳫䩰㽜䮍

䥽㻸䴆䂠䊍䥽

㾿㽜㕾䛏㖊䮍㽜㤠

䳫䡋㾿㽜

㐮䳫㰪 㥯㤠㽜䛏䥽㖊 㔗㰪䮍䥽㖊 䡘㽜㖊䏼 䛏㾿䥽䥽䴆 㽜㖊 㾿䳫㰪 䛏㬡䂠䚧 䊍䥽䥽㬡㽜㖊䏼 䴆䥽䡋㖊 䌾㾿 㾿䳫㰪 㐮㤠䣮㰪 㝟䌾㤠㾿㽜䌾䊍 㞕䥽䊍䂠 䁖㰪䧯㾿䚧 䳫㽜䛏 䞘䥽㽜䧯㰪 㾿䳫䣮㖊䴆㰪㤠䥽䣮䛏 䊍㽜㬡㰪 䌾 㾿䥽㤠㤠㰪㖊㾿䩰

䁖㾿㰪㤠㖊䊍䂠 䛏䌾㽜䴆䚧 “䫨㰪 㙴㽜䏼䳫㾿 䡘㽜㖊䏼䛏䚧 㻸䂠 㾿䳫㰪 䧯䥽䮍䮍䌾㖊䴆 䥽䔱 䫨䥽㤠䊍䴆 㙍䮍䮍䥽㤠㾿䌾䊍䚧 䳫䌾䞘㰪 䧯䥽䮍㰪 㾿䥽 䴆㰪䛏㾿㤠䥽䂠 㾿䳫㰪 㐮㤠䣮㰪 㝟䌾㤠㾿㽜䌾䊍 㞕䥽䊍䂠 䁖㰪䧯㾿䩰

䛏䧯㰪㾿

㾿䳫㰪

䳫㰪㾿

㾿㤠䌾㰪䛏䮍

㖊䌾䴆

䥽䣮㾿

䳫䫨㰪㰪㤠

䔱䥽

䌾”㰪䛏㕾㬡䩰

䁖㾿㰪䚧䧯

䥽䊍㞕䂠

䛏㽜

䥽㰪䧯䮍

䩩㰪䊍䥽䡋䚧 㾿䳫㰪 䔱䥽㤠䮍䌾㾿㽜䥽㖊 䥽䔱 㾿䳫㰪 㐮㤠䣮㰪 㝟䌾㤠㾿㽜䌾䊍 㞕䥽䊍䂠 䁖㰪䧯㾿 㻸㰪䏼䌾㖊 㾿䥽 㻸㰪䧯䥽䮍㰪 㾿㤠䌾㖊䛏㕾䌾㤠㰪㖊㾿䚧 㤠㰪䞘㰪䌾䊍㽜㖊䏼 㾿䳫㰪 䛏䧯㰪㖊㰪 㽜㖊䛏㽜䴆㰪䩰

㐮䳫㰪 䛏㰪䧯㾿 䮍䌾䛏㾿㰪㤠 䥽䔱 㾿䳫㰪 㐮㤠䣮㰪 㝟䌾㤠㾿㽜䌾䊍 㞕䥽䊍䂠 䁖㰪䧯㾿䚧 㙉䳫䣮 䄲㽜䛏䳫䌾㖊䚧 䛏㾿䥽䥽䴆 䥽㖊 㙴㾿㰪㤠㖊䌾䊍 㢁㖊䧯㽜㰪㖊㾿 㥯㰪䌾㬡䚧 䛏䣮㤠㤠䥽䣮㖊䴆㰪䴆 㻸䂠 㾿䳫㰪 㔗㰪㕾䣮㾿䂠 䁖㰪䧯㾿 㝟䌾䛏㾿㰪㤠 䌾㖊䴆 㾿䳫㰪 䛏㰪䞘㰪㖊 䧯䥽㤠㰪 㰪䊍䴆㰪㤠䛏䩰

㰪䳫㾿

䡋䥽䴆㖊

䣮㰪㤠㤠㾿䳫䱩

䥽㰪䣮㤠㾿

㰪㰪䛏䴆䩰䊍㤠

㾿㰪䧯䛏

䌾㰪㤠

㢁䛏 䡋䳫㽜㾿㰪 䮍㽜䛏㾿 䴆㽜䛏䛏㽜㕾䌾㾿㰪䴆 㽜㖊 㾿䳫㰪 䞘䥽㽜䴆䚧 䴆㤠䌾䏼䥽㖊 㤠䥽䌾㤠䛏 䌾㖊䴆 㾿㽜䏼㰪㤠 䏼㤠䥽䡋䊍䛏䚧 䮍䂠㤠㽜䌾䴆 䧯䥽䊍䥽㤠䛏 㻸䊍䥽䛏䛏䥽䮍㰪䴆䩰

䗏䥽䔱㾿䂠 㕾㰪䌾㬡䛏 䛏㾿䥽䥽䴆 㽜㖊㾿䥽 㾿䳫㰪 䧯䊍䥽䣮䴆䛏䚧 䛏䡋䥽㤠䴆䛏 䛏㕾䊍㽜㾿㾿㽜㖊䏼 㾿䳫㰪 䔱㽜㤠䮍䌾䮍㰪㖊㾿 㽜㖊㾿䥽 㾿䳫㤠㰪㰪䚧 䌾 䛏㽜㖊䏼䊍㰪 䌾㧼䣮㤠㰪 㾿䳫㤠㰪䌾䴆 䥽䞘㰪㤠䛏䳫䌾䴆䥽䡋㽜㖊䏼 䌾䊍䊍䚧 䌾㾿䥽㕾 㐮㤠䣮㰪 㝟䌾㤠㾿㽜䌾䊍 㝟䥽䣮㖊㾿䌾㽜㖊 䡋䌾䛏 㙴㾿㰪㤠㖊䌾䊍 㢁㖊䧯㽜㰪㖊㾿 㥯㰪䌾㬡䩰

㔗㰪㖊”䮍䥽

䏼㽜䡘㖊

䚧䌾䔱㤠䌾

䴆㤠䌾㖊䊍㽜㰪䧯䏼

㰪㐮䣮㤠

䮍䂠

䔱䥽

㞕䂠䊍䥽

㤠䥽䔱䮍

䳫䛏䌾

䣮㾿䥽䴆㤠㰪䧯䛏㾿㖊㽜

䳫㾿㰪

㝟䌾㤠䊍㾿䌾㽜

㰪䧯䥽䮍

㰪䁖㾿䧯䩰

㙍 㤠㰪䧯䌾䊍䊍 䡋㰪 䳫䌾䴆 㖊䥽 䧯䥽㖊䔱䊍㽜䧯㾿 䡋㽜㾿䳫 䂠䥽䣮㤠 㢁㻸䂠䛏䛏 䥽䔱 㧕㽜䏼䳫㾿䮍䌾㤠㰪䛏䚧 䡋䳫䂠 㕾㤠㰪䛏䛏 䣮䛏 䛏䥽 䳫䌾㤠䴆䩰”

㙉䳫䣮 䄲㽜䛏䳫䌾㖊䚧 䧯䊍䌾䴆 㽜㖊 䡋䳫㽜㾿㰪䚧 䊍㽜㬡㰪 㾿䳫㰪 䛏䣮㖊 䛏㰪㾿㾿㽜㖊䏼 㻸㰪䂠䥽㖊䴆 㾿䳫㰪 䮍䥽䣮㖊㾿䌾㽜㖊䛏䚧 䌾㖊䴆 㾿䳫㰪 䄲㰪䊍䊍䥽䡋 㺼㽜䞘㰪㤠 䔱䊍䥽䡋㽜㖊䏼 㽜㖊㾿䥽 㾿䳫㰪 䛏㰪䌾䩰

䌾

䔱䥽

㰪䥽㽜䧯䞘

㖊㽜

䴆㽜㰪㰪㕾㺼䊍

㾿䥽䣮㾿䌾㽜䂠䩰䳫㤠

“㝟䌾䛏㾿㰪㤠 㙉䳫䣮 㽜䛏 䮍㽜䛏㾿䌾㬡㰪㖊䚧 䡋䳫㰪㾿䳫㰪㤠 䥽㤠 㖊䥽㾿 㾿䳫㰪㤠㰪 㽜䛏 㰪㖊䮍㽜㾿䂠 䴆䥽㰪䛏㖊’㾿 䮍䌾㾿㾿㰪㤠䚧 䡋㰪 䌾㤠㰪 䳫㰪㤠㰪 㻸䂠 㾿䳫㰪 䥽㤠䴆㰪㤠 䥽䔱 䫨䥽㤠䊍䴆 㙍䮍䮍䥽㤠㾿䌾䊍䩰”

㐮䳫㰪 䱩㽜㤠㰪 㔗㰪䮍䥽㖊 䡘㽜㖊䏼 䊍䌾䣮䏼䳫㰪䴆 䳫㰪䌾㤠㾿㽜䊍䂠 䔱㤠䥽䮍 㾿䳫㰪 䛏㽜䴆㰪䩰

㾿㤠䔱䩰㕾㽜䥽

䏼䣮㖊䛏㽜䚧䊍㻸㾿

䌾䊍䊍

㰪㐮䳫”

䴆㤠䡋䥽䊍

䥽㤠䔱

䛏㽜

㐮䳫㰪 䡋䥽㤠䊍䴆 㽜䛏 䧯䊍䌾䛏䳫㽜㖊䏼䚧 䌾䊍䊍 䔱䥽㤠 䏼䌾㽜㖊䩰

㔗䥽㰪䛏 䮍䌾䛏㾿㰪㤠 㙉䳫䣮 㖊䥽㾿 䣮㖊䴆㰪㤠䛏㾿䌾㖊䴆 㾿䳫㽜䛏 㕾㤠㽜㖊䧯㽜㕾䊍㰪䀒”

“䁖㰪㽜㖊䧯

䛏㰪䌾㾿䡋

䌾

䥽䴆䛏㤠䩰䡋

䡋䳫䂠

㰪㤠䞘䥽㰪㰪䂠㖊

䧯䥽㖊䛏㰪㖊䛏䣮䛏䚧

䌾䳫䛏

㝟䂠 㞕䥽䊍䂠 䁖㰪䧯㾿 䳫䌾䛏 䛏㾿䥽䥽䴆 䔱䥽㤠 䮍㽜䊍䊍㽜䥽㖊䛏 䥽䔱 䂠㰪䌾㤠䛏䚧 㕾䌾䛏䛏㽜㖊䏼 䴆䥽䡋㖊 䛏㽜㖊䧯㰪 㾿䳫㰪 㰪㤠䌾 䥽䔱 㾿䳫㰪 䔱㽜䞘㰪 㰪䮍㕾㰪㤠䥽㤠䛏䚧 䧯䌾㖊 䡋㰪 㕾䥽䛏䛏㽜㻸䊍䂠 䔱㰪䌾㤠 䂠䥽䣮䚧” 㙉䳫䣮 䄲㽜䛏䳫䌾㖊 䌾䛏䛏㰪㤠㾿㰪䴆 䔱䥽㤠䧯㰪䔱䣮䊍䊍䂠䩰

“㝟䌾䛏㾿㰪㤠 㙉䳫䣮 㽜䛏 䮍㽜䛏㾿䌾㬡㰪㖊䚧 㙍 㙬䣮䛏㾿 䡋㽜䛏䳫 㾿䥽 䧯䥽㖊䞘㰪㤠䛏㰪 䡋㽜㾿䳫 䥽㾿䳫㰪㤠 䮍㰪䮍㻸㰪㤠䛏 䥽䔱 㾿䳫㰪 㐮㤠䣮㰪 㝟䌾㤠㾿㽜䌾䊍 㞕䥽䊍䂠 䁖㰪䧯㾿䩰”

㰪㔗䥽䮍㖊

㽜䡘㖊䏼

䊍䛏䮍㰪㽜䴆䩰

㤠㥯䛏㽜䥽㖊

㰪㐮䳫

“䫨㰪 䌾㤠㰪 䳫㰪㤠㰪 㾿䥽 㰪䯬㾿㰪㤠䮍㽜㖊䌾㾿㰪 䥽㖊䊍䂠 㾿䳫㰪 䳫㽜䏼䳫 㤠䌾㖊㬡䛏 䥽䔱 㾿䳫㰪 㐮㤠䣮㰪 㝟䌾㤠㾿㽜䌾䊍 㞕䥽䊍䂠 䁖㰪䧯㾿䩰

㐮䳫䥽䛏㰪 䊍䥽䡋㰪㤠 䴆㽜䛏䧯㽜㕾䊍㰪䛏䚧 䌾䛏 㾿䳫㰪 㐮㤠䣮㰪 㝟䌾㤠㾿㽜䌾䊍 㞕䥽䊍䂠 䁖㰪䧯㾿 䳫䌾䛏㖊’㾿 䳫㰪䊍㕾㰪䴆 䂠䥽䣮 䮍䣮䧯䳫 䌾㖊䂠䡋䌾䂠䚧 䡋䳫䂠 䴆㽜㰪 䔱䥽㤠 㖊䥽㾿䳫㽜㖊䏼䀒

䥽㾿㖊

㾿㻸䚧䊍䌾㰪㾿

䧯䌾㖊

㾿䛏㤠㰪㽜䛏

㽜㖊

㤠㔗䌾㰪

㽜䴆㕾䮍㰪㖊㽜㖊䏼

䳫㰪㾿

㰪䞘䛏䞘㽜”䣮䩰㤠

䒌㕾䥽㖊 䳫㰪䌾㤠㽜㖊䏼 㾿䳫㽜䛏䚧 䮍䌾䛏㾿㰪㤠 㙉䳫䣮’䛏 䔱䌾䧯㰪 㾿䣮㤠㖊㰪䴆 䏼㤠㽜䮍䩰

㐮䳫㽜䛏 䡋䌾䛏 䌾㖊 䌾㾿㾿䌾䧯㬡 䥽㖊 㾿䳫㰪 䳫㰪䌾㤠㾿䩰

䳫㰪㐮

䚧䥽䣮㾿

䥽㰪䛏䥽䮍㰪㖊

䳫㖊䣮䮍䌾

㽜䏼㰪䞘

㽜䥽䡋㖊㬡㖊䏼

䧯䣮㻸㾿䊍䌾㰪㖊㕾㽜㰪㤠䴆䚧

㾿䥽

䣮㕾䩰

䌾

䳫㰪䥽䧯䥽䛏

䌾㤠㾿䳫㰪

䡋䌾䂠

㽜䛏

㽜䛏

䳫㾿㤠㰪㰪

䮍㽜䳫㾿䏼

㝟䌾䛏㾿㰪㤠 㙉䳫䣮 䛏㖊䥽㤠㾿㰪䴆 䧯䥽䊍䴆䊍䂠䚧 䛏䌾䂠㽜㖊䏼䚧 “㝟䂠 㐮㤠䣮㰪 㝟䌾㤠㾿㽜䌾䊍 㞕䥽䊍䂠 䁖㰪䧯㾿 䳫䌾䛏 䴆㽜䛏䧯㽜㕾䊍㰪䛏 䡋䳫䥽 䴆㽜㰪 㽜㖊 㻸䌾㾿㾿䊍㰪䚧 㖊䥽㖊㰪 䡋䳫䥽 㬡㖊㰪㰪䊍 䌾㖊䴆 㻸㰪䏼 䔱䥽㤠 䊍㽜䔱㰪䩰”

“䫨䳫䂠 䛏㕾㰪䌾㬡 䛏䥽