Episode 276. Devil’s frontier (1)
“Ark!”
“Are you here? Would you like a piece?”
“ah… … It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“It sucks, yes. Did something come out?”
“this.”
Jeonpyeong stole the letter the beggar held out.
The scorchingly scorched letters were almost rags, and the handwriting on them was bad enough to cause dizziness. In addition, something similar to a complex shape was drawn.
Neither the letters nor the figures can make out what the criminal means. However, Jeonpyeong had no problem reading the graffiti.
Jeon Pyung’s eyes widened as he read the letter while eating dog meat.
“Hoo? Look at these?”
“Awesome. I have never seen anything like this anywhere.”
Jeon Pyung’s face was filled with admiration.
“Haomen made up his mind. I have never seen such a complex information network.
Besides, if you look at the timing, it seems that all the detailed plans were put together in less than a month… … .”
“Couldn’t Hao Wenju have directly intervened?”
“Can it be? How is it possible for a nobleman who has reached the age of entering a coffin to do something like this?”
“if… … ?”
“No matter what, this was never drawn by several people sticking together. As long as Haomen doesn’t have a lot of ridiculous geniuses.”
Jeon Pyung’s eyes twinkled.
“Are you a rumor owner?”
“If you are a Somunju… … ?”
“Gong Yachi, there is a genius that Hao Wenju cherishes so much. I’ve never seen it myself, but I mean.
If there is a talented person who can cause chaos throughout the midfield by building an information network like this, he is the only one that comes to mind.”
Jeon Pyeong was lost in thought.
‘The greatest genius in the history of opening, Jeonjeondae Ark, had built a similar information network. He said it took about a month?’
If you look at the size and denseness of the information network, the expected response, and the countermeasures accordingly, whether it’s a month or a month, it’s there.
If it’s really Gongya who directly and even executed this information network, then at least its potential should be considered to be comparable to that of the former Ark.
“Anyway, the important thing is that in the end, all of this is Hao Mun’s doing.”
“That’s right.”
Jeonpyeong, who sucked up every remaining piece of flesh, threw the bone at random.
“It would have been nice if I could have quietly scavenged through the trash, why did you set your eyes on the sweet fruit?”
Motivation, grudge or whatever, doesn’t matter.
It was Hao Mun who was still bothering me. If you touch it once, it will be an endless fight, and it will eat up a lot of money, so I left it in the right line, but to hide and do this.
‘The question is, what do these guys believe in when they do this?’
In his conversation with Dam Sa-young, he thought that Hao-mun might have joined hands with the Iron Blood Castle. On the other hand, Dam Sa-yeong chose the Demonic Cult.
‘They disappeared from Hubei before I could dig them properly. I guess the destination is Anhui… … There is Namgung in Anhui, but if you have to argue, the Iron Blood Castle is also a strong place.’
A serious light shone in Jeon Pyeong’s eyes, which were full of mischief.
‘If they didn’t know how to get out of here, they would have wanted to temporarily retreat to a safe area. If so, is it really ferri-blooded?’
It was then.
“Ark!”
The beggar who opened the door and entered was Pungyeonggae (風影丐), one of the elders of opening, who tied the seven knots.
“What are you doing?”
“Look at this!”
Seeing the letter Pungyeonggae handed over, Jeonpyeong’s face hardened.
“From the south?”
“That’s right!”
“A group of people exuding ferocious energy like ghosts… … A hundred people?”
“In another report, their energy is said to be so frightening that your body freezes the moment you face it!
It is said that ferocity, which is unlikely to exist in the human world, is completely different from that of the Righteous Sect’s Shin Gong and the Sa Squad’s Sailor!”
Unmanned men advancing at breakneck speed from the southern end of the midfield.
They are masters who exude a unique energy that is neither the martial arts of the political faction nor the martial arts of the Sapa.
“… … Demonic Cult?”
Iron-Blooded, and Demonic Cult.
Jeon Pyeong arose.
“you! tell the lord Haomen is certain.”
“yes!”
“The Thirteen Elders, dispatch the Guanjo immediately! Report the movement of those guys coming up from the south every moment!”
“All right! If you do, the ark… … ?”
Jeonpyeong stabbed the club, which had been rolling around in a corner, into his waist.
“I want to go see Hao Wenju’s face.”
* * *
“Cool!”
Namgungdaesan rises staggeringly.
Literally, life was at stake, but I couldn’t lie down comfortably.
Whoaaaaagh!
Between trees and trees, between leaves and leaves.
It makes you squeeze the power that did not have the fearsome energy that spreads through the cool wind.
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Even without power, the joints creak and the back becomes chilly. I can assure you, Namgung Daesan had never felt a more terrifying and fearful energy than this.
“Hmm? Are you awake?”
Creepy!
“You are strong. that’s um… … Right, did you say Changgungsimbeop?”
Namgung Daesan widened his eyes.
A tall young man stood in front of him.
‘big!’
Even though he himself had never been seduced by his height and size, he couldn’t do it to this young man.
He was three inches taller than himself, with broad shoulders and elongated limbs perfectly trimmed.
It was an ideal body. In addition, the presence that came out of the middle of the day made the young man’s body look two or three times bigger.
“Who are you?”
Seo Liang smiled.
“Don’t overdo it. Then I will really die.”
It was the way he looked down from the top of a far-high mountain. Rather than nature, it seemed to show the solid dignity created by the skills and experience achieved so far.
Namgung Daesan looked around.
There was a monster with one arm cut off and all the remaining limbs bent in strange directions.
‘That guy?!’
His face almost became porridge. It was tolerable that he did not die after suffering like that.
“you… … Did you make that?”
“me? Well, I didn’t use my hands, but since I ordered it, it must be the same as what I did.”
“Uh, how?”
At first glance, it was clear that this young man was a great master.
The problem is that monster. Even if this young man was stronger than the monster, didn’t the monster possess great resilience like the legendary Jiangshi?
“People have a lifespan, and martial arts have limits. It’s a resilience I’ve never seen anywhere else, but isn’t that something that can’t last forever?”
Namgung Daesan knows exactly what he is curious about and tells him.
Namgung Daesan looked around and lowered his head.
“Thank you for saving my life. Thank you.”
It was a short and sweet greeting. Seo Liang shook his head.
“I didn’t come to help you.”
“Anyway, since I am alive, I have received the silver of salvation. It’s a grace that I won’t be able to repay in my entire life.”
Seo Liang smiled.
“Even if I’m a demon, can I repay that favor?”
In an instant, Namgung Daesan’s eyes widened.
“M, Mine?”
Come to think of it, the energy emanating from the other person was very heterogeneous.
In addition, I felt a similar energy from Janghan, who was in his thirties, quietly standing next to him holding a sword. The depth is different, but the fundamentals are the same.
“Margie?”
“Is this your first time seeing it?”
Whoops.
A faint blue aura rose from Namgung Daesan’s body.
It was as clear as a cloudless sky. It was a completely different aura from the deep and bloody magi like the pit of hell.
Seo Liang shook his hand.
“I have no intention of arguing with you, so don’t worry. There is no turning back if I radiate energy with my body right now.”
“… … who are you?”
At that time, Ma Dong-pil took a step forward.
“Schoolmaster. Just go.”
“Is that so?”
The title of minor teacher.
A look of astonishment spread across Namgung Daesan’s hardened face.
“The Demonic Cult?!”
Xu Liang did not pay attention to Namgung Daesan any longer.
He kicked the monster.
“Hey, wake up.”
“Turn it off!”
“Don’t be rude, man.”
It was not something I would say to a man whose limbs were broken and his face turned into mush.
The monster wriggled several times, but in the end that was all.
He was in such a dangerous state that even a child’s sling with a stone would kill him.
As if he couldn’t help it, Xi Liang grabbed him by the collar.
“Lina.”
“yes.”
“Did you memorize everything he said earlier?”
“Sure.”
“Get directions.”
“I see.”
Yeo Sang-rin walked away from Xu Liang’s side as if she was getting fed up. Every time she saw the monster’s disfigured body, she shuddered in her own way.
Xi Liang said to Namgung Daesan.
“Contact the family head. we can’t help you Even if I try to help you with luck, I think it will harm you because our temperaments are incompatible.”
“My lord… … Did you see it?”
“I saw you before. Don’t worry, we don’t have to fight right now.”
Seo Liang smiled.
“Please tell me you’re sorry for catching me first.”
After saying that, Xiliang and his party left.
Namgung Daesan looked at the group walking away with confused eyes.
‘A minor master of the Demonic Cult? Is that person?’
I can’t believe it at all.
The impression of the Demonic Cult, which he had heard since childhood, was overly strong.
When it comes to being a member of the Demonic Cult, I thought they were hideous, eager to kill people like worms, fond of fornication, and full of madness, making no distinction between enemies.
But what about them?
“… … Are you a real magician?”
A group of people moving from Namgungdae Mountain.
Ma Dong-pil glanced behind him.
“Are you okay?”
“what.”
“No matter how I look at it, it looked like I was about to collapse.”
Seo Liang said it was fun.
“You’re too kind to think that you’re worried about the swordsman of the Namgung Family, even though you’re a demon.”
Ma Dong-pil scratched his head with an awkward face.
“It seems that I had a good impression.”
“It is evaluated as being too soft, but anyway, Namgung Gaju is the real thing.
A true swordsman, a man worthy of being called a true swordsman. Since I grew up under such a family head, all of the household members are straightforward.”
Yeo Sang-rin said without looking back.
“It’s really amazing.”
“what?”
“Did the soju lord tell you all these things? How do you know so well?”
It’s hot for nothing.
Said with a clear cough.
“If you’re a Jijiji, you’re saying you’re on fire, right? You did a lot of research.”
“Didn’t it just seem like a simple investigation? Listening to it, I feel like I’ve known it for a long time.”
sharp.
“How are you? Anyway, we just have to do our best.”
“You go over so smoothly when we meet.”
“Hey, you’re persistent today.”
“The messy look is stuck in my brain and can’t be erased. I want to come up with a different idea somehow.”
“Get used to it.”
“What did you do because you got used to it? I think it will be very bad emotionally.”
“It is not wrong. So, how far did you say you had to go?”
“Not long.”
Yeo Sang-rin frowned.
“Anyway, these guys really made up their mind. By dismantling the martial art of black snake woodworking, we create a super-large jinbeop… … Is that possible?”
Seo Liang shook his head.
“Cheonryonggung said that he is good at martial arts, but he is also good at the martial arts.
It looks like it was made while digging left-handed swords. You’re saying that these guys are a freak, don’t you know best?”
“That’s why I’m worried.”
Yeo Sang-rin made a rare sound of pain.
“I want to be able to go alone. Since ancient times, the Cheonryonggung has been called the most insidious outsider.”
Sangrin Yeo’s words unfortunately became a reality.
It was when the group broke through more than 200 pages.
Seo Liang’s eyes flashed.
“stop.”
Sabak!
The group just stopped.
Yeo Sang-rin’s hand had a soft white glow, and Ma Dong-pil’s hand held a sword bottle.
Xi Liang took a step forward and asked.
“Cheonryonggung?”
“Yes.”
Ssssss.
In front of a particularly large tree, a hazy fog rose and a woman appeared.
In an instant, the faces of the group all contorted. Because the woman’s appearance was truly terrifying.
“You enter the Celestial Dragon’s residence without permission, so don’t think about returning alive.”
Xi Liang’s eyes were dyed a soft blue.
“Put in your rotten eyes and tell me.”
Black-and-blue rotting flesh, bare shoulders and ribs with white bones.
The left side of his face was rotten so that his teeth and gums were intact, and one of his right eyeballs was missing and dangling.
“What are these things?”
It was then.
Black smoke gushed out of the monster’s body, which was being held in the hands of Xu Liang.
Yeo Sang-rin exclaimed.
“Little Master!”
Whoops!
The monster’s body was shattered into pieces.
