Episode 392
Left side of the battlefield.
The Sword King, who had been frantically exchanging words with the Hundred-faced Death God, had a serious expression on his face.
Although it was far away and couldn’t be seen, I could instinctively know it.
That the Demon Cult Lord had descended on the battlefield.
A wave of energy that encompasses the entire battlefield.
There was no other being other than the Demon Cult leader who could emit this kind of force.
‘We need to quickly sort this out and provide support.’
Contrary to expectations, the war situation was getting worse by the minute.
As demonic cultists belonging to the Heavenly Demon Palace joined the ranks, the number of casualties was increasing exponentially.
The White-Faced Shinigami, who was pushing the Sword King by manipulating the five swords connected to the chain of will, blurted out.
“You seem impatient.”
“······Did you even know how to speak?”
“This is the second time I’ve raised my voice in front of you.”
The Sword King smiled and nodded.
When I thought about it, it was true.
Didn’t he keep his mouth shut when he disguised himself as a member of the Changgung Sword Team?
[yes? What are you saying? I am Namgung-kyung.]
[Anyway, things in this world never get resolved easily.]
Although the pitch and tone of voice were completely different from now.
He was truly a person with amazing talents.
The level he has achieved is so outstanding that it is comparable to the second rank of Baekdo Martial Arts.
If I hadn’t noticed his disguise, it wouldn’t have ended with the skin peeling off my hands.
“So, why are you suddenly talking to me? “You’re not going to try to provoke me now, are you?”
“······.”
“It should be done by someone who has been provocative. If a quiet friend like you does it, it will only look awkward.”
“······.”
“I understand your excitement, but you’d better not be too relaxed. “Right now, the Demon Cult side may have the advantage, but we don’t know when and how the situation will turn.”
“You should first preserve your own life while worrying about me.”
“Do you think I will fall for it if you increase the level of provocation?”
“You seem to be misunderstanding something. “The reason I spoke was to get your attention.”
Sigh! Sigh!
Two swords protruded through the Sword King’s abdomen.
The Sword King, who coughed up blood, looked back with an expression of disbelief.
It wasn’t that I didn’t notice someone approaching behind me.
I was stabbed in the back by people I never expected.
“Why are you guys…”
“You made me wait too long. “Master.”
The man who pulled out the sword and retrieved it said with a sigh.
It wasn’t something I said to the Sword King.
It was said to the white-faced messenger across from him.
The pattern engraved on his clothes suggested that he was a member of the Changgung Sword Team.
“What are you doing!”
“Namgoong Hwiyoung! Namgungjeong! Could it be that you betrayed the Sega and fell for the devil’s appeasement?”
The other members of the Changgung Sword Team let out angry shouts.
The man called Namgungjeong responded by picking his ears with a small finger as if mocking them.
“The expression ‘betrayal’ is incorrect. “Because I wasn’t on the same side as them from the beginning.”
“······?”
Crump! fillet!
After finishing speaking, Namgungjeong’s body began to grow rapidly.
The military uniform that was a perfect fit for my body bulged out.
He, who had restored the skeleton that had been shrunk through a bone drill, noisily bent his neck and muttered.
“I think I’ll buy something now.”
The Sword King’s eyes widened.
His shoulders were shaking slightly as he knelt on the ground.
“When?”
“When the Changgung Swordsmen conducted a large-scale search to find me, who had disappeared after leaving Baeksong Guest House.”
“······!”
Only then did the Sword King realize the full story of everything.
The search conducted to chase down the injured White-faced Reaper resulted in allowing the demons to infiltrate.
I never thought I would be caught off guard like this.
“You must have been at ease. Praising myself for my excellent sense of vision. “I didn’t even know that it was all my plan.”
It was impossible to deceive the Sword King’s senses using ordinary methods.
That’s why the White-Faced Reaper prepared a double trap.
He mobilized his own disciples who had been kept hidden for so long and that even his fellow demons did not know about.
“They are disciples who have inherited the progress of the Hundred-Faced Reaper. That’s why I couldn’t recognize their identities even with my senses.”
King Cheoljong, a henchman of the Demonic Cultist.
He was a person who had no subordinates and only carried out the orders of the religious leader.
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At least it was known that way externally.
The only person in the world who knew that he had disciples was the religious leader.
“Ugh.”
The Sword King grabbed the sword that had fallen on the floor with trembling hands.
Then, he gathered all his remaining strength and kicked the ground.
‘At least it’s the same thing!’
Kakang! Kakakakak!
In the blink of an eye, about 30 agreements went back and forth.
Sword and sword clashed and sparks flew.
The final struggle of the great swordsman, who was about to die, was fierce.
The man wearing Namgung Hwiyoung’s leather eyes widened.
‘Where does this dying old man get that kind of strength?’
Indeed, an absolute master was an absolute master.
We should not look down on it or let our guard down until the last moment.
“······.”
The White Face Reaper responded calmly without being shaken at all.
They just silently block the incoming attacks and look for an opportunity to counterattack.
The Sword King’s abdomen was stained red with the blood that poured out.
He, who was swinging his sword with a pale complexion, was unable to hold on and stumbled.
Puff poop!
At the same time, the five swords sent by the White-Faced Reaper pierced his body.
The old man, who had lost his vitality, collapsed in vain.
“That can’t be possible!”
“Elder!”
The mournful cries of the Changgung Swordsmen echoed throughout the area.
The two disciples of the Hundred-Faced Shinigami stood blocking their path and chuckled.
“Whoa.”
The white-faced Shinigami, who took a deep breath and retrieved his sword, looked down at his injured side and frowned.
His physical condition was also not in good condition.
It was good that he killed the Sword King, but he also overextended himself in the process.
Because he continued to fight the Sword King and the Dragon King while injured, his physical condition was in ruins.
The internal injuries were more serious than they appeared on the outside.
Once this battle was over, we would have to recuperate for at least three months.
“Let’s just wrap this up.”
The White-Faced Reaper stepped on the Sword King’s body and stepped forward.
He lightly gestured, and five swords flew through the air and struck the members of the Changgung Sword Team.
Sigh!
The entire battlefield was covered with the blood and corpses of warriors.
* * *
A heat that seemed to evaporate the entire blood overtook my body.
I lost my mind.
For a moment, my vision went dark.
Juhwabaek, who tilted his long sword to block the Demon Cultist’s attack, shouted with a surprised expression.
“Cheonan Inspector General!”
After rolling around on the ground for a while, I regained consciousness and let out a groan.
I couldn’t breathe properly.
Although he managed to protect his body by strengthening his self-defense skills, the power contained in Cheonakgun’s single attack was not easy enough to relieve it to that extent.
I was able to breathe normally only after circulating the forcefully brought up energy once.
“······!”
When I raised my head, I saw the back of Joo Hwabaek.
An unbelievable sight unfolded beyond my blurred vision.
One of Joo’s ankles was gone and could not be seen.
‘What happened while I was unconscious for a moment?’
I don’t know the exact circumstances, but I can roughly guess.
It seems that he was trying too hard to protect me and was attacked by the cult leader.
It looks precarious, as if it will collapse at any moment.
Immediately trying to help, I lost my balance and fell to the ground.
I couldn’t move my body at all.
It felt like a thousand stones were pressing down on my whole body.
“Aaaah!”
A desperate scream pierced my ears.
A familiar old man’s voice.
Jang Kang Jo-hyeop, a member of the Cheonan Gambu execution team and a Baekdae expert, was fatally injured after being attacked by demonic cultists from Cheonmagung.
Blood flowed freely from the sword wounds on his chest and abdomen.
My heart was pounding.
In an instant, blood rushed to my head.
Something bubbled up in my heart at the sight of the old fisherman falling down.
I was angry.
To the demons who are so full of morale that they burst into laughter.
And to myself for not being able to do anything in this situation.
Quaaaang!
The mass of the righteous form sent by Ma Jyoju hit the Tang family’s poison.
When the warrior who had been guarding her just a moment ago disappeared without a trace, Tang Seo-yeon let out a scream-like cry.
Dangseoksu.
A member of the Cheonan Gambu execution unit.
My relationship with him also lasts quite a long time.
I was with him when he participated in the 80th birthday party held at Namgung House, when he visited Namman as a representative of the delegation, and when he formed a rescue team and headed to Gansu.
“······.”
Did he notice my gaze?
An ominous smile appeared on the corner of the Ma Clan Master’s lips.
Even though his features were blurred, I could roughly guess what kind of expression he was making.
What thoughts came to his mind and what he plans to do from now on.
‘It can never be like that!’
The Demon Cultist’s new form disappeared as if in a flash.
And, as if he had heard the cry in my heart, he appeared again behind Tang Seo-yeon.
Tang Seo-yeon, who was engaged in a battle with Cheonmagungdo without even having time to express her condolences at the death of Dang Seok-su, looked back in shock.
The image of the leader raising his right hand high as if showing off greatly expanded and filled his pupils.
[Please take care of Seoyeon…]
The words that Tang Sang-jin, the head of the Tang family, left behind before his death lingered in my ears.
There was a thought that came to mind when I came back from the fight with the Blood Flower Witch.
What should I do if someone threatening me and the people around me appears again?
If a moment of despair comes when I cannot resist, what choice will I make?
Will I be able to use my golden skills once again, risking my own life?
‘It goes without saying.’
I made a decision without a moment’s hesitation.
Rumbling!
The energy inside my body began to boil.
The Danjeon shook and there was a thunderous sound that only my ears could hear.
“sister!”
Phew!
Cheon Ji-ryeong rolled on the floor with Tang Seo-yeon in his arms.
Ma Cyoju’s hand swept over her, leaving deep scars on her back.
“Like my little brother!”
Dang Seo-yeon, who barely survived, shouted with a surprised face.
Quang!
And then, as I was about to swing my hand again, the demonic leader crashed into my shoulder and flew into the sky.
“omg!”
“Master!”
The surrounding demonic cultists burst out in astonishment.
To put their worries to naught, the leader corrected his posture in the air and landed on the ground with flying colors.
He said in a laughing voice.
“Yes, you finally made that decision.”
I gritted my teeth and took a step forward.
If only Cheon Ji-ryeong hadn’t bought us a little time.
If the Demon leader had not taken the time to treat me.
Tang Seo-yeon would have lost her life just like that.
‘kill.’
My whole body was overflowing with vitality.
I felt uplifted by the feeling of omnipotence, as if I could destroy the world.
‘Whether he is a demonic cult leader or something else, I will definitely kill him right here.’
The anger that grew uncontrollably actually calmed my mind.
Dozens of thunder spheres floated in the air, emitting a blinding brilliance.
The energy amplified by the explosive magic attack spread out and encroached on the entire area.
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