Duke’s Quadruplets Are All Overpowered Chapter 365

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“OK. From now on, call me king and treat me well.”

He soon realized that the joke wasn’t working on me and changed his tune.

“… “Is your purpose really paramount?”

“uh. “If we gather them all together, we will become the Moorim Iljin.”

“Do you also want to become the master of Sisan Blood Sea?”

“huh? no?”

“If you rule over the martial arts world, you will definitely have to deal with countless resentments. With your strength, you can handle it. Instead of muddy water, blood will flow in the Yellow River.”

“Who rules? “I am a savior.”

The corners of his mouth twitched. He looked like he wanted to laugh.

“You want to become strong in order to save.”

“Who are you saving? family? droughty? Or, since you said you were the king, do you plan to protect your people?”

“Is it okay for this guy to be so small?”

“What is scale?”

I paused for a moment and then spoke with an arrogant expression on my face.

“To protect something wider than that.”

“I’m sure it’s not just empty talk about protecting the martial arts world.”

“under! Of course not.”

I shouted, pointing to the sky.

“I’m the savior of this f*ucking wide universe!”

The man shook his head.

“There is no more seriousness than the inside of a reed.”

“haha. Don’t worry Kangwoo. “When everything is over, I will make sure you meet Garam.”

Kang-woo, whose neck was red, couldn’t even find his way back and trudged back.

* * *

The journey to Onju was quite eventful. I was fine, but Kang-woo was having a hard time, so we stopped marching and rested for a while in a small village called Cheonho-eup. Late at night, an uninvited guest came to the guesthouse. They revealed themselves.

A large man whose skin was red as if it had been painted.

Splenic blood vessel Ma Gwak Cheon.

And they were called Sigunchi, beasts whose arms and legs were made of wood like wooden dolls.

Just looking at the two men’s fierce appearance, they did not seem to be members of a political faction.

I had never heard of it, but when I asked Kang-woo, he turned out to be quite a prominent Safa expert.

They are also the owners of Samarim. Sokcheonmaeng and Salsu became involved, and now even the masters of ‘Samarim’ came to visit.

Their purpose was to ‘capture’ us. Kang Woo was from Akingok and was not a Samarim, but since he was close to Sapa, the weaker Samarim seemed to have focused on ‘scout’ rather than the major level.

“Cluck cluck. “If you become a sprout of Samarim, I promise you infinite glory.”

“Turn-up! You’ve had a hard time with the petty mischief of political faction bastards! “The great lord of Simarim values ​​you, and if you come with us, I will promise you a hundred virgins and a thousand rolls of silk!”

I looked at their behavior. Look at that soup. Sigunchi and Ma Gwak-cheon must have been looking for remote places to avoid the eyes of political factions, so their appearance was so shabby that it was dirtier than a beggar. What was sad was their facial expressions. I don’t think we would ever say no. What a confident attitude.

“Can I say a few words?”

“Oh, you are a ‘blood soul’! Samarim is well aware of what happened in Zhangjiajang. “It was refreshing!”

“It doesn’t matter… … . First, let’s ask one thing. “What do you think of us?”

Sigunchi answered. Every time Sigunchi opened his mouth, several flying insects flew out. Can we call that a human?

“Cluck. You could be a guest or a ghost. “Isn’t it all up to you?”

If you follow them, they will treat you as a guest, but if you refuse, they will turn you into a ghost.

At his threat, I smiled and asked again.

“Please compare it to an animal to make it easier to understand.”

This time, Ma Gwak-cheon, the head of blood vessels, answered.

“her! Are you kidding me? Okay, let’s see. That demon demon has an unusual spirit, the bridge of his nose is sharp, and his eyes are sparkling, like a soaring hawk. On the other hand, your eyes… The eyes… … .”

He stuttered, embarrassed.

“Hmm.”

Ma Guoqian didn’t even understand why he was embarrassed. As he spoke, he stepped back, frowned, and got lost in thought. He suddenly looked into my eyes and quickly turned his head. Also, he doesn’t understand what he just did and gets irritated. I hoped that he would realize early on that the incomprehensible feelings he felt were ‘survival instincts’. I sighed and mocked Ma Guoqian.

“Tsk. That’s why the worms in the gutter dare to judge the dragon so harshly. How could a dragon and a hawk be with the worms of rotten soil? “I’ll take care of you this once, so get rid of that ugly face right now.”

thud!

Suddenly, Ma Gwak-cheon, the head of the blood vessel, hit his head on the pillar. The old wooden house could not stand the strong headbutt and the roof collapsed. Even in the rising dust, its red head glowed like fluorescence. Is that why it’s a ‘blood head’? He’s a funny guy.

“You arrogant rat!”

As the guy scolded, white steam rose from his head. The rising steam seemed as if it were passing by a dumpling shop in winter. I laughed and looked at him.

“Giggle. “Can I ask you one favor?”

“What?”

“Chuk-chuk-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok-pok. “Chuk-chuk-chuk.”

thud!

The house that had maintained its shape completely collapsed after being hit on the head by an angry man. The landlord who let us stay stood at a distance and looked at the collapsed house with a devastated expression. Villagers flocked to the commotion, but knew it was a collision between unmanned people and did not remain silent.

“How dare you insult Simarim in front of this bloodthirsty head, Ma Guoqian? “I will kill you two, and I will kill all the villagers who hid you, and engrave the horrors of Samarim on the whole world!”

Hey!

The villagers run away in fear at Sapageodu’s castle. Ma Guoqian’s words were not bluff. He was really preparing to swing his red head at the villagers. The martial arts people are like people, so it is difficult to distinguish them. However, sometimes, when I see them like this, I feel that they are definitely of a different race. Red streaks formed on the guy’s head. Soon, he swung his head so hard that it became a violent gust of wind that tore through flesh and struck the villagers. Since it came from the head, not the palm, it should be called a head wind rather than a jangpung. I glanced at Lanista. He didn’t come forward, but his eyes wavered. He clearly cares about the residents.

Phew.

The gust disappeared before it hit the villagers.

“her?”

No one noticed how the gust of wind was canceled out, except for the rain nearby.

I would never have dared to imagine that a gust of wind could be extinguished with a sigh.

“No, why do you scare innocent people like that?”

“Shut up, you idiot who doesn’t even know the topic. The political sects are so fearful and call us blood souls that they are showing off! Your arrogance is what led to your death. “Die sweetly!”

It was time for the guy’s head to turn bright red again.

“Cluck. Aren’t you a kid who doesn’t know anything? “You, the adult, should put up with it.”

Sigunchi, the formula demon, stopped him. Ma Gwak-cheon, the head of the bloodstream, calmly cooled his sore head at his words, probably because he was lower in rank than the Sigunchi. Sigunchi imitated a kind old man and spoke as if scolding me.

“Even if Simarim is inferior to Soktian Meng, it does not mean we are powerless. It’s just that the perception is like that because Sokcheonmaeng’s power is so big, but if you look at individual strength, Simarim is far superior to Sokcheonmaeng. Isn’t it true that we tracked you down and found you before you did? Think carefully. I’m more relaxed than this energetic young man, but I’m not exactly merciful. “Cluck.”

His two hands, like tree roots, move with a grunt. At first glance, it looked like a snake. It is an independent martial art that even transforms the body, so its power will be strong as the price is high. In fact, the power of Sigunchi, the formula demon beast, was not inferior to that of the seven sect masters he had met on the mountain. He’s such a scary guy that he turns his body into wood for strength. Insects will also be attracted and photosynthesis will have to occur to prevent them from withering.

“That’s because I’m leaving traces like ‘Hansel and Gretel.’”

It’s fun, but annoying.

“I don’t need you, so get out.”

Sigunchi said.

“rude… … .”

He couldn’t finish his sentence.

Instinct.

Humans compromise with reason and hide their instincts. There are many times when we try to ignore the cries of instinct that are strongly urged by rational judgment mixed with thoughts. This is especially true for those who have strong pride in their abilities. He misjudges that he can overcome the instinct that cries out for help.

That is recklessness.

A futile struggle mistaken for courage.

Sigunchi and Ma Gwakcheon were in conflict. He felt fear as he looked into my ‘eyes’, but soon realized it was his own illusion and that he was an enemy who could defeat me. They were about to attack but suddenly stopped. If recklessness was a foolish decision that overcame instinct, what I gave them was a distant fear. An intense fear that goes beyond instinct and even distorts the thoughts and values ​​one has lived by.

Ma Gwak-cheon and Sigun-chi froze like frogs in front of a snake.

I looked at them with red eyes. It didn’t contain any life. The devil’s vessel, which was reborn by absorbing all Ajivika’s holy relics, was death and pain for those who ‘could not escape’.

Rattling!

The two monsters trembled as if their entire bodies were broken. His eyes are blurry, as if he has lost his mind, and saliva is leaking out of his unclosed mouth. Fear beyond recognition denied everything to them. I generously forgave their misjudgment.

“go away.”

They fled as quickly as sparrows.

Kang-woo watched the scene and spoke hurriedly.

“for a moment!”

I closed my eyes and opened them.

Then I turned around and asked him.

“why?”

“An old monk of esoteric Buddhism said so. There were originally two levels of Vajrayana monks, and it is said that the monarch who leads the Samarim became an ally of the Vajrapani and was bestowed a number of levels in return for stopping the demonic cult. That was two hundred years ago, so the monarch must have already died, but the secret rank must have been passed down to his successors.”

“Are you saying they have the secret money?”

“No, they are just drunkards. The Simarim monarch has been hiding in the maze-like forest and has not been seen in Jianghu for a long time. They say that only the Great Lord knows its location.”

Kang-woo nodded and pointed at the fleeing monster.

“But don’t the Danju owners know the whereabouts of Danju?”

“Ohh.”

The reason for heading to Onju was to earn extra money.

“Why don’t you stop by before you go?”

I’m not sure, but I’ve roughly figured out the location.

I have to start with Samarim.

“Stop there.”

The guys who were running away had reached the end of my field of vision, but they stopped at my words. They desperately wanted to run away, but I wouldn’t allow it.

“In situ.”

They listened to me intently.

Come back and quietly kneel in front of me.

Looking at that, I had a little doubt.

No matter how much they were ruled by fear, they did not show any will to rebel.

I even listened to the words so purely that it felt like loyalty. After I showed my true intentions. And Jinan is the power of Cheonan Tong. After I became a ‘devil’ – this is a new power that opened my eyes.

Their martial arts skills and unique appearance. Strength.

It was strange.

be used to.

“Guide me to Samarim.”

Are they really that eccentric?

Contrary to my first impression, they followed my words like puppets.

Without saying a word, I head towards Samarim.

They didn’t even show free will.

This strange ‘relationship’ does not work between humans.

‘It’s the devil… … .’

What is there in Samarim?

fantasy,