Episode 499
The story of the White-Faced Reaper’s death quickly spread throughout the Allied Forces.
The strongest eight great demons.
The undisputed second-in-command of the Demonic Cult.
The morale of our troops soared upon hearing the news that the Dragon King had defeated one of the most feared enemies.
There were some people who seemed excited as if the political war had already ended.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s nothing to worry about.”
I reassured Hwadaerang by wrapping the affected area with a clean cloth.
The injuries sustained during the fight with the White-Faced Reaper were at a level that could never be taken lightly.
I was in a life-or-death struggle with a master of his caliber, but would I have the courage to stay sane?
The internal injuries were worse than the external injuries.
In particular, the move performed by the Baek-faced Reaper at the end shook the blood vessels and organs of the body.
‘Even though the impact point was protected with a steel beam, this is the extent of it. If the response had been a little late, what would have happened…’
If I were an ordinary person, I would not have overexerted myself and taken care of myself in the hospital bed.
However, since I had mastered the white lightning technique, I could not worry about what would happen next.
Because the durability and resilience of the body is nothing compared to other warriors.
Although he was injured, he would be able to recover from this in the near future.
So, what I said to Hwa Dae-rang a little while ago was not an empty remark.
“Thank you for your hard work while I was away.”
“no. As a lieutenant, I have to do this of course.”
“I’m sorry, but I think you’ll have to continue to suffer for a while. “I need to focus on recovery in preparation for the confrontation with the Demon Cultist.”
“Please leave it to me.”
“Do you have anything else to report?”
“It will not be long before the retaking of Shanxi will be completed.”
“That’s good news.”
“In that sense, I want to check in advance.”
“What do you mean?”
“How do you plan to move forward?”
What Hwadaerang wanted to ask was clear.
What can we do after completing the occupation of Shanxi?
If we followed the plan initially made by the military department, we would have to wait for the Allied Forces of Shandong to occupy Hebei and join us, but we could not help but consider the Wulin people of Sichuan, who were cornered by Ma Jyoju.
‘To help those who will soon reach Shaanxi, it would be better to head west now.’
All operations must change flexibly according to the situation of the war.
In any case, the chances of the Maoists in Hebei blocking the allied forces in Shandong were slim.
The Hwangbo family, the Hebei Peng family, and the Namgung family joined forces.
There was even a torpedo squad led by Master.
The main force has already left, and only the renegades who have turned to the side of the Demonic Cult, like Baekmakmun, remain to protect the area.
An army led by the Sword King and the Thunder King would easily wipe out such an unruly group.
“You will soon be able to hear about the situation on the western battlefield through a messenger. “I don’t think it will be too late to make a decision then.”
“All right.”
Hwadaerang leaves the barracks.
I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and sank my consciousness inside.
There was a lot to be gained from the confrontation with the Hundred-Faced Reaper.
I was able to feel the results of my training and realized what I was lacking.
Before the final battle with the Demon Cultist, I received another clue to take a step forward.
I felt very happy about that fact.
The energy emanating from the dantian began to circulate through the blood vessels.
I muttered as I savored the white thunder energy flowing through every vein of my body.
‘I’ll see you soon. ‘Cult leader.’
* * *
“······okay. “It means King Cheoljong is dead.”
“yes.”
After finishing the report, the middle-aged Mine trembled.
I couldn’t suppress my fear.
It felt like the man in front of me was going to do something to himself at any moment.
Saaaaa.
I couldn’t breathe due to the demonic energy that had invaded the area.
I could tell just by looking at it.
How angry the religious leader was.
There was no particular gnashing of teeth or shouting.
I was silent as I ran my hand over my face, which I could only see blurry.
Nevertheless, I could feel that he was feeling emotional turmoil.
“Did you say he was the Dragon King?”
“That’s right.”
“I guess I’ll have to pay for the blood.”
“······.”
“There are a lot of eyes around us. “If you’ve finished reporting, let’s go back now.”
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“Respect.”
The man heaved a sigh of relief and disappeared into the darkness.
Lord Ma and Lord Danmok, who were standing still in place and looking up at the night sky, let out a long sigh and said.
“I will avenge my enemies. “I will not let your death be in vain.”
* * *
“The end of the long journey is finally in sight.”
Maehwashingeom (梅花神劍), Hyeongun Dojang muttered with a tired face.
A lot has happened in the meantime.
Due to the Ma Cultist’s frequent attacks, a quarter of the Allied forces were defeated before they even reached Shaanxi.
Even in this case, the damage was minimized through appropriate response.
If the wrong judgment had been made, an unprecedented situation in which a large army could be wiped out by an individual might have occurred.
‘Too many people have died.’
The morale of our troops was literally at rock bottom.
If it was natural, it was natural.
Even though so many people had gathered, they were unable to do anything about one religious leader, so they were forced to march as if they were being chased.
It would be even stranger if morale was maintained.
‘Of all the soldiers who set foot on the battlefield, there is no one who is not prepared to die.’
Death was also like death.
No one wanted to die.
What must it be like for warriors who only focus on fighting to reduce damage, not win?
‘It would be nice if we could safely join the allied forces that departed from Hubei like this…’
It was a time when I waved the reins with a heavy heart.
A disciple of the Huashan Sect, who was looking around with the Ten-ri Mirror, let out a cry that was like a scream.
“I am the Demon Cult leader! “The Demon Cult Master has appeared!”
“Where is it this time?”
“It’s ahead!”
“······?”
Baekwoongeom (百澐劍), who urgently asked for directions, looked puzzled.
The front line.
This isn’t a surprise attack or anything.
Even though he was the leader of the Demonic Cult, it could only be said that he was overly arrogant.
I couldn’t understand what they were thinking about confronting the Allied Forces head-on.
Could it be that a support unit dispatched from the Demonic Cult’s headquarters joined them?
“omg!”
A disciple of the Huashan Sect, who had been keeping his eyes on the Tenri Mirror, issued a warning.
The eyes of the middle school students were all focused on him.
“What’s going on?”
“The Demon Cultist is running towards us!”
“What are the numbers?”
“yes?”
“I’m asking if he is accompanied by a subordinate!”
“no! “I am as alone as ever!”
Coo!
A loud noise echoed throughout the area.
The ground where the demonic leader landed sank and a hole was dug.
Debris flew in all directions.
The Allied soldiers, who were now somewhat accustomed to attacks, naturally widened their distance and pointed their swords at the leader.
“Cult leader.”
“······.”
“What are you thinking? Why bother giving up the advantage of a surprise attack and coming head-on? “It’s different from what you’ve seen before.”
Maehwashingeom got off his horse, put his hands on his waist, and asked.
Master Ma and Lord Danmok did not respond, but swept their gazes at the Allied soldiers lined up in a semicircle.
The soldiers who were staring at me flinched without realizing it.
“From now on, we would like to hold a memorial service.”
“Memorial service?”
“The subordinate who helped me all my life has died, so I have to comfort his soul.”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“There is no need to understand. “This is something that the authority has decided, so you just have to accept it.”
Hyeongun Dojang felt cold sweat running down the back of his neck.
Something was different from before.
I don’t know why, but I decided that I shouldn’t equate the Demon Cult leader in front of me with the person I’ve been dealing with.
Pow!
The air seemed to be distorted, and something large and invisible struck one of the axis of the formation.
The six female priests of Amipah flew away without even being able to scream.
The attack did not stop at one time.
“Gagging!”
“Keueuuuuu!”
A lump of ceremonial shapes fell from the sky and crushed the Taoists of the Qingcheng Sect.
Those with deep inner strength somehow managed to withstand it, but those with relatively lower levels could not endure it and died instantly.
“If you are looking for someone to blame and curse, just think of the Dragon King.”
“······?”
Ma Gyoju released his hand with a clicking sound and slowly walked away.
Feeling that the Poison King was getting closer, Hyeongun Dojang drew his sword and aimed it at him.
The next moment, the cult leader’s new form disappeared from its place as if turned off.
Sigh!
Hyeongun Dojang’s sword split the air.
A fierce sword attack aimed at the moment when the opponent breaks through the gap.
But surprisingly, Ma Jyoju did not avoid it or ignore it.
He didn’t even wear a self-defense device.
He accelerated further, dug into the inside of the sword road, and only fired a short, sharp blow.
Quang!
A noise that was hard to believe was coming from a human body rang out.
Hyeongun’s seal, which flew away while vomiting blood, tumbled unsightly on the floor.
“Big.”
He stood up with difficulty, supporting his body with his sword, and looked down at his body with a disappointed face.
The left arm is dislocated and shaky.
The palms of my hands, where the skin had burst, were covered in blood.
I never let my guard down, but even though I knew it, I couldn’t completely block the attack.
If he had been a little late in protecting the point of impact with his left hand, he would have died.
Crump!
The poison king and Dangbaekgun approached him and grabbed his left arm and pulled him.
The missing bone returned to its original position with an eerie noise.
Master Hyungwoon frowned and moved his left arm, then looked to the side and said.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll hear your thanks later.”
“Be careful. “It seems somehow different from before.”
“I feel it too.”
Tang Baekjun nodded and looked at the Demon Cultist.
The hand holding the memory gained strength.
The Allied soldiers could not stop the movements of the Demon Cultist even for a moment.
Over twenty casualties occurred in an instant.
The damage could not be allowed to increase any further.
“······.”
After exchanging glances, Hyeongun Dojang and Dangbaekgun rushed to the left and right of the Demon Cultist.
Master Ma spread his arms wide as if he was waiting.
Puhwaak!
The magic energy poured out and covered both sides of him.
Hyeongun Dojang, who was covered in concentrated demonic energy with no time to dodge, gritted his teeth.
I just took a deep breath, but my vision started to blur and I felt nauseous.
I thought that since I had reached this level of absolute perfection, it would be difficult for others to endure.
‘It’s definitely different than before. ‘I can’t believe I wasted my energy like this.’
With all his might, he unleashed the thirty-six plum blossom swords.
However, the image of the Demon Cultist that should have been reflected in my restored vision was not visible.
Hyeongun Dojang, who was staring at Chosik vainly splitting the empty space, shouted as if he instinctively realized something.
“Be careful! Dangaju!”
Ujijik!
The next moment, an eerie bursting sound rang out.
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