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Woof!
The closed training center was filled with red light.
It was the price that Bondeno paid for activating the blood-red magic circle that Iroun had.
“iced coffee….”
Bondeno’s eyes became blurry as if possessed by something.
That was the mad wizard who was crazy about magic circles.
Armo was a force that had been ruled by such magicians for generations.
Even though they were wizards with an extraordinary obsession with knowledge, they were labeled as crazy.
To that extent, the wizards of Armo were obsessed with and studied magic circles.
“This is… crazy…”
So Bondeno could guess what it was.
It takes the form of a magic circle, but it is not a magic circle.
‘Formation?’
I had studied the Eun-i system a little bit, so I had a feel for it.
But what it felt like was something completely different.
“A sacred magic circle?”
Sacred magic circle.
It was a special magic circle used by the three followers of Einhart.
The magic circle originally meant creating an axis for a certain purpose, engraving a formula, and giving it language and form to draw out power.
The sacred magic circle also has a similar form.
But theirs was rather similar to the mines of Gehenna, the contract magic circles they used.
Incomprehensible, incapable of creation.
An imprint that you are simply born with.
Also, the Samgyeots say:
‘God’s grace and favor.’
It’s a prophecy.
But, but.
“ah….”
Is the divine magic circle visible in that ominous and strange magic circle?
I couldn’t understand it at all.
Knowing that the player was Lee Ro-un, it was even more incomprehensible.
“Ahhh…!”
Bondeno’s eyes lost focus.
It was a vague echo of something far away and incomprehensible.
The magic circle that filled the void began to gradually shrink.
Not blurring, but compressing.
The complex and intricate magic circle began to shrink in size and move towards the center.
The blood-red magic circle that had been shining from all sides soon enveloped Iroun, who was sitting cross-legged.
“ha….”
A stream of red smoke flowed out from the mouth of the seated Iroun.
The shrunken magic circle had become even smaller and was covering Iroun’s entire body.
Crack.
That’s how the change began.
* * *
The Blood Demon Sword was the first teaching of the masters and the first cog to become a vessel of chaos.
Contemplation within.
To renew and strengthen the things within the body that are made up of flesh.
However, the new Blood Demon God Art that Master Mu-Wang created was so monstrous and difficult that it broke through its limitations.
To be called internal, it must have an exterior.
However, the new Blood Demon God technique was a process of creating an interior that the human body could not contain.
You cannot fill a small glass bottle with water beyond its capacity.
The Blood Demon God is what has accomplished such impossibility and incomprehensibility.
That’s why there are side effects.
‘It’s dangerous because you never know when it might break.’
I can’t even think about using martial arts.
Even excessive movement had to be restrained.
Because the internal energy that had accumulated beyond its limits could not burst the outer shell called the body.
The new Cheonma Shingong was designed to erase that side effect.
‘The body can be made like that too.’
If the glass bottle is small, you can make it bigger.
No, that’s not it.
‘A body that does not break no matter how much excessive dose is put into it.’
It is a martial art for such an impossible task.
Crap!
Originally, Yirun’s plan was to immediately practice Cheonma Shingong after completing Blood Demon Shingong.
But there was a change in plans.
‘Cheonmagi.’
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Cheonma Shingong needs help.
The power of the followers of the Cheonmagyo, the Cheonmagyo, must be used to refine steel.
That is why Yirun sought out the Demonic Cult from the beginning.
If you seek the Blood Cult, you will be subject to the Blood Demon Sect.
If it was the Cheonmagyo, they planned to reveal that it was Cheonmagyo or force it to be banned and help.
-The Cheonmagyo is….
But there was a problem.
-It’s been too long since I’ve interacted with them. Well, I can’t even call it interaction. It’s almost like hostility.
Those were Kang Han-cheol’s words.
-I thought so because I was always concerned and interested in them.
The Cheonmagyo religion was destroyed.
He said that he continued to be wary of them for fear of conflict with the Cheonmagyo, his most powerful enemy, but in a corner of his heart, he thought that they might have been destroyed and disappeared.
However, the blood testimonies proved that the Cheonmagyo religion is still alive and well.
-We can’t find the Cheonmagyo either. At least, there’s no one who deals with the Black Shi while revealing their identity.
The same goes for the Black King.
-No, it would have been impossible to hide its identity, so it is clear that it has perished or at least is inactive.
So I went to Bondeno.
Because a second plan was needed.
A method to create a celestial magic that cannot be created now and to strike the body.
Hwaaaaah!
This is a magic circle.
“Kwak… Kwaaaaaah!”
A method that was created by Lee Roon-woon by twisting the original method.
“Kuaaaah!”
A method whose effectiveness cannot be guaranteed since it is a path that has not been taken.
“Ugh, ugh… Ugh!”
The side effects were worse than expected.
“Hey, stop!”
I was just about to shout to stop the magical power that Bondeno was supplying.
“Don’t stop!”
Lee Ro-un cried out with tears in his eyes.
“Keep going…keep going.”
“but…!”
“Even if I feel like I’m dying… don’t stop…!”
The physical disintegration has already begun.
Rather, if you stop the magic circle now, your body will completely collapse.
Sigh.
Thinking about it made me laugh even in the midst of pain.
‘An obsession with life.’
I thought it was a feeling I would never have again.
Isn’t it?
‘Are you wishing for death?’
In the midst of the pain of having his entire body torn to pieces, Yi-ro-un’s mind was filled with distracting thoughts.
Consciousness is fading.
‘Well, I thought it was okay to give up at any time.’
A world that was destined to be destroyed anyway.
If the world were to end because of his own death, then he would only be receiving the consequences he deserved.
‘Blood cult, nothing means much to me.’
Anyway, for the teachers… .
“Ugh, ugh… .”
Teachers.
People who played the role of parents that I never had.
Sometimes they existed as brothers and sisters.
When the wounds of betrayal had not healed, they did not tell me to trust them, but gave me their arms.
‘Kill him.’
When everything seemed useless.
‘no.’
They shared their pain and threw themselves into even greater pain.
‘Let’s eat.’
One more time.
‘Did you sleep well?’
I want to feel it again. “Beneficial-!”
The light of the magic circle went out.
dump.
The one at the center of it all, Lee Ro-un, fell.
* * *
“Blood Sword Captain.”
“Yes, Master.”
Jeong Chi-su replied softly to Kang Han-cheol’s words.
“No, it’s Chisu.”
Jeong Chi-su’s eyes wavered at Kang Han-cheol’s continued words.
The two were standing in the Blood Demon Palace and looking down at the Blood King’s Castle.
“Good.”
Jeong Chi-su, he was originally a little boy who was dying on the outskirts of the Blood King’s Castle.
However, Kang Han-cheol discovered him and, knowing that he had martial talent, called him to the Blood Demon Palace.
If Kang Han-cheol hadn’t saved him at that time, Jeong Chi-su would have died.
“Do you still feel guilty?”
Jeong Chi-su bit his lip at Kang Han-cheol’s words.
“It’s what you should have done.”
The day the blood horse arrives.
As the Blood Sword Captain who protects the Blood Horse, Jeong Chi-su aimed his sword at the strong iron men.
He thought it was natural since it was his duty to protect the blood horse, but he also felt guilty in a corner of his heart.
“Don’t worry. It was because of you that you were able to become the Blood Sword Captain.”
“I am….”
The political prisoner seemed to have calmed down and answered in a small voice.
“It would be the same if something like that happened again.”
“… … .”
“If the cult leader rebels against the Blood Demon, I will cut off his head without hesitation.”
Kang Han-cheol saw Jeong Chi-su.
“So, I don’t feel guilty.”
“… … It’s okay to feel a little guilty.”
“yes?”
“no.”
Kang Han-cheol shook his head and said with a small smile.
“I guess that’s why I say that.”
Only then did the political capitalist look at the bloody castle again and nod.
Except for the Blood Demon Palace, the Blood King Castle was always lifeless and seemed to be dying.
The political prisoner felt it even more deeply because he was born and raised there.
‘change.’
The changes that occurred in this short period of time changed everything.
“It is a grace given by the Blood Demon. How could I betray Him? If He tells me to die, I will die, and if He tells me to live, I will live.”
It was not by law.
Sincerity that comes from the depths of the heart.
This could also be due to blood servitude, but Kang Han-cheol could not say otherwise.
Those who were ruined and dying are smiling and living.
In Eun, the Blood Cult is said to be a group of mercenaries without blood or tears, but how could the world be like that?
It’s a place where people live.
Even the disturbance is ultimately one group.
It was achieved by people coming together.
“Me too.”
The politician nodded.
“Anyway, I guess I won’t be surprised anymore.”
The long-awaited Blood Demon God had arrived, and the Blood King’s Castle, which was on the verge of collapse, was regaining its glory.
Besides, wasn’t the dungeon called Armour incorporated into the world?
‘I’ve never seen it or heard of it.’
Even Kang Han-cheol, who was active outside the company, had never even heard of him.
A wizard.
“Haha. If we keep doing this, we might end up living together with Mine too.”
There’s no chance of that though.
“I don’t think I would be surprised though.”
The politician said.
“I was really surprised by that.”
It seemed as if Armo was recalling the expression on the political prisoner’s face as he ran towards the blood horse to protect it.
“The pastor was also very surprised.”
“So you’re saying you won’t be surprised anymore…?”
The reason why they can talk so leisurely.
Perhaps it’s because I’ve regained a little bit of my composure, unlike when I had to struggle to survive.
That was when.
Kwaaaaang!
Kang Han-cheol and Jeong Ji-su quickly kicked the ground at the sound of an explosion.
It was a reaction that would not be strange to say was instantaneous.
“It’s a closed training center!”
Kang Han-cheol shouted.
“This is where the Blood Demon is!”
Where the blood horse is.
The two, with flames blazing from their eyes, were quickly moving towards the closed training grounds.
“What’s going on!”
Domu Seong and Han Do Baek, the elders who survived the day of the Blood Demon’s arrival, heard the commotion and quickly arrived.
I could sense the movement of wizards from afar, but I had no time to wait for them.
“why….”
Domusung said with a distorted face.
If there was an explosion in a closed training center, of course I would have run there, but I wouldn’t have been this surprised.
Even the most powerful training grounds might not be able to withstand the training of the Blood Demon.
But there was another reason why the Blood Cult figures ran so quickly.
“Why do I feel like I’m going crazy!”
This was because the energy exploding from the closed training ground was a celestial energy that could not be felt in the blood sect.
Boom!
Kang Hyeon-cheol cleared away the debris at the entrance to the abandoned training ground that had been destroyed by the King of Hell’s Fist without hesitation.
Pass.
Rising dust.
Chaechaechaechae!
As the entrance cleared, the thick fog seemed to suffocate me.
“Your Majesty!”
A political prisoner who entered without looking back.
Kang Han-cheol, Do Mu-seong, and Han Do-baek followed behind.
They looked at the center of the collapsed, abandoned training center, pulling out all their energy.
Swaying.
For a moment, their vision darkened.
In the middle of pitch-black darkness, where you can’t see even an inch ahead.
Thump.
Someone was walking out.
All that is visible is the red light shining from the red eyes.
Thump.
As he walked out, Han Do-baek almost took a step back.
“What kind of guy is this!”
But I managed to pull myself together and walk out.
“If even one wound is inflicted on the Blood Demon….”
Kang Han-cheol took the lead and shouted.
“I’ll grind it up and drink it whole.”
A low but cool warning.
They were tense and ready to jump at the monster at any moment.
‘Finding the blood horse is the priority.’
Unable to move for the safety of the blood horse.
Thump.
A monster that goes one step further.
Even though he was already close, his figure was like a swaying black ghost.
Slowly its shape is revealed.
Shining red eyes, thick black hair.
“Hmm…?”
“Why are you all running so surprised?”
As the monster reached out and grabbed it, the heavenly horse that had been full disappeared with a snapping sound.
“Tongue, Blood Demon?”
“how…?”
“Didn’t you say so?”
“It’s beneficial,” he said, running his hand through his long, ebony hair.
“I am a heavenly demon. I also pray to the blood demon.”
