Episode 424: Nothing is inevitable.
As the door opened fully, the Blood King walked out.
He had just emerged from a tank full of blood, naked, with blood dripping from his body.
The smell of blood was so strong that Yang-Seok wanted to run outside. It was the first time in his life that he had smelled such a strong scent of blood.
If alcohol has a spirit, I thought this must be the smell coming from blood spirit.
On the other hand, the Bukhyeolmunju was staring at the Blood King without paying attention to the smell.
He was younger than I thought.
He had a handsome face, long arms and legs, and a perfectly chiseled body.
And there’s that intense red hair that really catches the eye.
The first impression he gave off was stronger than any other unmanned entity I had ever seen.
‘He’s crazy strong.’
Even though the Blood King didn’t reveal his prayer, I had that thought just from my first impression.
On the other hand, Yang Seok was too tired of the smell of blood to properly understand the Blood King. However, he could know one thing for sure.
‘The interest is behind it.’
It was shocking to learn that he had been hiding in a secret room behind Munjujeon.
‘You kept such a secret from me. You should have told me, your child.’
Even at this moment, he was filling his resentment towards his father.
Step by step, step by step!
A dozen or so unmanned soldiers emerged from the left and right doors and blocked the front of the Bukhyeolmun Gate. They too frowned at the terrible smell.
Normally, when the Bukhyeolmunju entered through the secret door, he always left his men behind before going in. However, today, he didn’t know that the man in the secret room would come out, so he didn’t leave his men behind beforehand.
The Blood King looked down at the warriors with indifferent eyes.
The Bukhyeolmunju felt various emotions from those eyes. They were not cold, emotionless eyes. They were eyes that were hot like blood, sticky like blood, and eerie like blood.
I had another feeling. It seemed like there would be no order or logic, and that I would just live by instinct, or rather, by the pull of blood.
But the Bukhyeolmunju knows. That’s not all. If he had been a person who was only true to his instincts, he would not have spent that long time in the secret room. He has a terrible patience that overpowers all of that. That’s the scariest thing.
At that very moment.
The Blood King slowly extended both his hands forward.
Choaaaah!
Red lines stretched out simultaneously from the outstretched fingers of the Blood King.
Thud thud thud thud thud!
Ten lines, one from each finger, pierced the foreheads of the warriors.
He didn’t have the ability to die so vainly. With that one move, all the warriors fell and died.
It was a martial art that even the Bukhyeolmunju had never seen before. It wasn’t a land wind, nor was the weapon flying away.
The Blood King slowly walked towards the Grand Master. Even as he walked, blood was dripping from his body.
The Blood King sat naked on the throne.
The prayer and presence he exuded was truly tremendous. And the suffocating smell of blood was there too.
The Blood King closed his eyes tightly, chanted something, and then held out his hand. Blood flowed from his palm even though he had not been wounded.
Gulp.
Red smoke began to rise from the blood that had fallen to the floor.
Kwaang!
The Blood King blew away the ceiling with a single blow.
Red smoke rose from the floor and continued to rise above the punctured ceiling, as if sending a signal to someone.
Hearing this commotion, a commotion was heard outside.
The Bukhyeolmunju shouted with all his internal energy.
“Everyone, get out!”
Soon the commotion outside died down and silence came.
The Blood King, sitting on the throne, looked down at the Northern Blood Lord without saying a word.
The Bukhyeolmunju knelt down on the spot and bowed.
“Hello, my lord!”
This was the first time since becoming the head of the Bukhyeolmun clan, or rather since he was born, that he had ever knelt before anyone other than his parents or master.
But I knew instinctively that if I didn’t kneel now, I would die by his hand.
Yang Seok, who had been standing there awkwardly, quickly knelt down as well.
He was really surprised. He felt that the naked man was strong, but he didn’t expect his father to kneel down. And they didn’t even exchange a word.
‘My lord?’
Those words sounded really unfamiliar coming from my father’s mouth.
Then the Blood King finally opened his mouth. His voice was soft, yet had a deep resonance.
“How did Ha-gyeol die?”
Was it the conversation outside that he heard in the closed room? Or was it the blood that connected Ha-gyeol to blood? He knew Ha-gyeol was dead.
“We don’t know yet. We just heard the news.”
The Bukhyeolmunju answered politely.
The Blood King rose from his throne and walked forward.
With each step they took, the hearts of Bukhyeolmunju and Yangseok began to flutter. Even Bukhyeolmunju, who had been through thick and thin, felt fear.
This man had a prayer that was incomparable to the previous ones. I really couldn’t imagine that such a scary person was in the secret room.
The person the Blood King approached was Yang Seok.
The Blood King’s eyes looked even more terrifying when seen up close, and the thick smell of blood made Yang-Seok feel like he was suffocating.
“Were you there when Ha-gyeol died?”
It was not a question, it was an inquiry.
Yang Seok’s eyes darkened. Fear gripped him, but he desperately held on. To be honest, he thought he would die in a really painful way.
“no.”
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But the Blood King wasn’t just taking a chance.
“I smell the blood of the lower classes on you.”
“!”
Yang Seok’s heart sank. He had been watching the fight, so maybe a few drops of his blood had splashed on him.
But you can smell that blood? Is that possible?
The Blood King glared at Yang Seok with cold eyes.
“Who killed Ha-gyeol? Was it you?”
He should have said that he didn’t know, but the Blood King’s gaze was so frightening that Yang Seok shut his eyes tightly and shouted.
“No, no! I didn’t kill him.”
“Then who are you?”
Yang Seok told the truth without hesitation.
“I am the leader of the Demonic Cult.”
The Blood King put his hand on Yang Seok’s head, a gentle blood flow emanating from his body. When his hand reached the crown of his head, Yang Seok cried out in a pleading tone.
“Please! Please save me.”
I felt a strange energy entering my body from the top of my head. But I couldn’t resist it. My whole body trembled like an aspen tree, afraid that the energy would burst inside my head.
“please!”
The Bukhyeolmunju did not step forward to help his son. Even if he did step forward, he would not stop.
Above all, he was extremely angry at Yang Seok right now. He was there when Ha Gyeol died, but he lied to him so naturally. He even acted surprised by his death.
The Blood King took his hand off Jeong Su-ri.
“Haa, haa.”
Although he didn’t know what that energy was, Yang-seok took a deep breath and felt relieved at the thought that he was alive for now.
“What happened to the person with extreme retardation?”
When the Blood King asked again, Yang Seok answered without hesitation.
“The horse took him away.”
At the word “Chwima,” the Blood King’s eyes widened and his pupils turned red. When Seo-nak died, he had made up his mind in the water tank. He would definitely kill Chwima. That Chwima was blocking his path again.
The Blood King, who had lost both his subordinates and his extreme retardation, was unstoppable.
“Ask the cult leader to meet you.”
The red eyes between the torn eyes were extremely scary.
“In the meantime, I will kill the drunkard and regain my extreme strength.”
* * *
“He’s going to come after my brother.”
At the end of the sword dance, Chwima, who had been looking out the window, turned his head.
“He killed Elder Seo and took away his extreme delay. He will definitely take revenge on his brother.”
“The sea of hope.”
Chwima wasn’t scared at all. He had the skills to do it.
However, you should be afraid of the Blood King’s self-destruction attack. The cycle of drunkenness will not be able to stop the self-destruction attack.
“I have a favor to ask.”
“What favor?”
“You have to listen.”
“No. I refuse.”
Then Geommugeuk said nothing.
“What is it?”
“You said you would refuse? Ah! As expected of a hyung, you are a hyung. How dare you refuse this request.”
In the end, it was a drunkenness that I couldn’t stand because I was curious.
“Just listen and see.”
Chwima said, filling the glass in front of him.
“Just don’t tell me to quit drinking. I realized this when I quit drinking. Without alcohol, the joy of life has disappeared.”
“Is everything okay except that?”
“When you come back from school, you can’t come to me at the very end. And also… … .”
Even in this situation, how could he be so relaxed? Geommu-geuk smiled and took out the black magic sword on his waist with its scabbard.
“It’s not a difficult request… … .”
Chwima spoke loudly, feeling uneasy for no reason.
“I don’t know what it is, but no! I don’t like it!”
* * *
Yang Seok’s heart pounded as if it was going to burst as he watched the sword dance coming from afar.
-You have to hold on as long as possible. If you fail, you die.
The image of the Blood King giving a cold warning came to mind.
‘You’re really going to kill me.’
The Blood King is different from the Sword Master. He will kill you without any hesitation.
But that doesn’t mean my father won’t help me either. Considering the look in his eyes when the Blood King gave orders.
In the meantime, the sword dance came before him.
“Are you here?”
Yang Seok bowed and greeted him. His attitude toward the sword dance was now completely different from before.
“I apologize for contacting you so urgently.”
“Why did you ask to see me?”
“I found out information about the background.”
“What information?”
“Would you like to take a walk?”
Yang Seok walked along with Geommugeuk.
The place where they met was a deserted field a little away from the Bukhyeolmun Gate.
Yang Seok, who had been walking silently, spoke carefully.
“I went to see my father. I told him honestly, just as he said. I wanted to help him. Then my father said to me, ‘I really didn’t know that being honest could have such great power.’”
“Where is the mastermind?”
“He said he was at the Ice Gate.”
The Ice Sword Gate, along with the North Sea Ice Palace and the North Blood Gate, were one of the three major powers of the North Sea.
‘If things go wrong later, I can just blame it all on my father.’
The Blood King was truly terrifying, but this opponent here is the leader of the Demonic Cult. We must dig a hole to escape.
Geommugeuk, who had been quietly staring at Yangseok, suddenly asked.
“Is it Prince Yang’s idea to be at the Ice Gate? Or did he tell you to do so?”
Yang Seok tried to ask calmly.
“What are you talking about?”
Yang Seok couldn’t tell if Geommugeuk was just trying to figure out what was going on or if he had really realized that he was lying.
“Right. I guess we can buy some time around the Ice Gate. That means the mastermind has revealed himself to you.”
Even if you really try not to be surprised, you can’t help but be surprised when you’re watching the sword dance.
“You fooled me once, but now you’re fooling me again.”
He felt that he could no longer hide it. Yang Seok was so afraid of the Blood King that he decided to take his side.
But when I actually watched the sword dance again, I realized that there was another kind of fear. It was like someone looking into my mind, and in front of the sword dance, I became naked.
“I was wrong. Please save me!”
Yang Seok fell flat on his face on the spot.
‘You quick-witted brat! No matter what, I will survive!’
I will kneel here and I will kneel there. I will kneel and kneel until my knees no longer bend, and I will survive.
“But how did you know I lied?”
“When I asked you to walk together.”
“Why is that?”
“If you found out the information, you would have been busy boasting about it the moment you saw me. But you want to walk with me? Isn’t that weird?”
Geommugeuk knew exactly what kind of person Yang Seok was.
“I had no choice because he forced me.”
“Where in the world is there anything that can’t be helped? There are only things that you choose wrongly. Today is no different. The situation became like this as soon as you met me. Just be honest, okay?”
Yang Seok couldn’t make any excuses.
“What did he say again?”
“I just told him to meet the sect leader.”
Geommugeuk looked into his eyes and blurted out.
“You said you would kill the master while you were wasting time?”
Geommugeuk saw an unseen agitation in Yangseok’s eyes.
“So you were just wasting time like this in order to kill the master.”
Yang Seok waved his hand in surprise.
“no.”
“or not?”
“I just… … .”
I tried to make an excuse, but I was speechless. This wasn’t the type of person I could make excuses to.
Yang Seok knelt down again.
“Please forgive me. When you see him, you will understand. He is not human!”
His deep-down bowed heart was far from a howling plea.
‘Forgive me. You smart people get pleasure from forgiveness, don’t you?’
That was the thought he had because he didn’t know what kind of gaze the swordsman was looking down on him with. He had already committed many sins, and death was certain. It was just a matter of time.
“Go quickly. Shouldn’t you go and help the master right away?”
The sword dance wasn’t at all worrying about drunkenness.
“Why are you worried about the Demon Lord? The only person in this martial arts world qualified to worry about the Demon Lord is Cheonma.”
It was a statement that built up Amazon’s pride, and it meant that he trusted the horse to that extent.
Of course, the leisure and trust in Geommu-geuk were not only due to their trust in Chwima’s skills. The opponent was too strong for that.
The black magic sword that Geommugeuk was holding was not visible, as it was wrapped around the black magic sword.
The request of the Geommugeuk was to wrap the Extreme Heavenly Robe around the body of the horse.
He ended up wrapping everything he said he would never wrap even if he died. He wrapped the heart and every vital point several times. The fight with the Blood King was a fight where you never knew when or where something would explode.
There’s one more thing to believe in.
There was a speedboat that could get us back in time.
“Get up.”
Yang Seok, who got up from his seat, tried to somehow improve the mood of Geommugeuk.
“I believe. The Little Leader will destroy him. He will destroy him with gusto.”
“You can’t see it.”
The sword dance disappeared from my sight in an instant.
Yang Seok, who had a puzzled expression on his face, didn’t realize that his face and entire body had instantly turned red.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
He exploded with a self-destruction attack. A tremendous amount of blood energy swept forward, but Geommu-geuk was already inside the space-time transfer technique.
The sword dance has reappeared.
Yang Seok was found dead with a large hole in his chest.
He mercilessly used the rumors of the Bukhyeolmun sect as a tool for self-destruction, even though the target was the leader of the Demonic Cult.
Geommugeuk finally realized that the Blood King had come into the world.
He couldn’t even kill Ha-gyeol, so he probably didn’t expect Yang-seok to kill him. If that was the case, then this was a greeting from the Blood King.
The swordsman looked down at the gaping hole and spoke softly.
“Yeah, nice to meet you too, you crazy bastard.”
