◈ Episode 16. Fire fills the sky
The glow that appeared at dusk reminded me of an evening glow.
The Unseonggak of the Great Sword Gate.
Jongbiung, the great swordsman who stood on the edge of the eaves, stared at the distant sky.
“What a beautiful sky.”
Red rain fell drop by drop from under the eaves.
It was because the neck of the Unsunggakju Bang Sa-yoon was caught on the edge of the eaves.
The expression on Muk In-pyo’s face as he stood in front of the pool of blood was complicated.
‘He is a ruthless warrior who cuts off the neck of a loyal subject with one mistake.’
The bell rang and came closer.
“We are also preparing.”
The bell of the rumor mill and the Ronin’s silent sign. Their mission is to burn down the empty Madorim.
“yes.”
The ronin gathered at the summons of the silent vote and prepared to depart.
Jonghwagi looked up at his father and bowed.
“I’ll be back soon.”
“Just wait.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to hurry?”
“There really isn’t a single person I can trust with my work.”
Jonghwa-gi bit his lips slightly at the incomprehensible words and followed his father’s gaze with his eyes.
Jongbi Woong said as if he was pitiful.
“You want to bring despair to the enemy?”
bang!
The bell rang out as a loud noise erupted from the entrance, and Jonghwagi’s heart sank.
‘What on earth is this?’
The piercing screams that rose into the sky were getting closer and closer.
“If it weren’t for my child, your neck would be hanging here too.”
The moment the words were spoken, the main gate of Unseonggak was shattered and a group of warriors rushed in.
“The last greeting was a pleasure. That was our promise, wasn’t it?”
Jin Mu-rip, who was in the lead, smiled brightly and raised his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you again like this. Jonghwagi.”
The bell’s face was distorted like a demon’s.
“Jinmu-rip.”
How did the guy who went to attack the branch show up here?
Jonghwagi couldn’t hide his embarrassment.
‘Where on earth did things go wrong!’
Jinmu-rip smiled brightly when he saw Jonghwagi’s distorted face.
“I thought he was somewhat useful, but he’s dumber than I thought.”
The bell ringer’s face turned bright red.
Screams coming from all directions filled the night sky of Daegeommun like a firework in the northwest road.
Cho Moo-gang, who had walked out from among the crowd of people, looked at Jong-bi-woong and spoke.
“Long time no see, Jongmunju.”
Jongbiwoong’s face turned cold.
“It’s been a while, Rimju.”
“I wanted to meet you once, but you never invited me, so I came here myself. Is that rude?”
“If you hadn’t come, I would have gone to look for you. It wouldn’t be rude.”
Jongbiung jumped down and unsheathed the sword on his waist.
“There are enemies on all sides······.”
Excluding the ronin, there are only about a hundred unmanned personnel left at the Great Swordsman.
As the screams die down, it’s clear that the remaining enemies will soon attack.
A self-mocking smile spread across Jongbiwoong’s lips.
“I never thought I would encounter this situation in my own home.”
The rumor spread that Jong-hwa-gi had bitten his lip until it bled and approached his father.
“I will clear the way. If we go to the northwest road, we can change the situation.”
The answer that came back was as cold as the cold eyes.
“Risk your life.”
“yes.”
Muk In-pyo barely managed to suppress his sigh and stood helplessly next to Jong-hwa-gi.
Because considering what they had done in Chongqing, it seemed unlikely that they would be spared if they surrendered.
“Let’s go before the siege is solidified. Somunju.”
“let’s go.”
The bell with its eyes shining fiercely charged westward.
After that, as Jongbiung flew, Chomu Kang’s new form shot out like a ray of light.
“I will take care of Moonju.”
Although he is not known in the central plains due to the closed nature of the Sichuan martial arts world, Jongbiung, the Sichuan Divine Sword, is a master whose rivals are hard to find in Sichuan.
However, the Breaking Star Demon Sword is a master of great strength.
Cho Moo-gang scattered his sword blades strongly as if to prove that the Pasung Demon Sword was not inferior to the Sacheonshin Sword.
“Tch.”
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As the eerie black light poured down like a heavy rain, the bell that was blocking my father’s path poured out all its power.
The moment when a beam of pure white light collides with black light.
Kaka kaka kang!
With a creepy crack, the bell was pushed back, and the Madorim masters quickly surrounded the area.
[Wake up! Where did you get the courage to use that martial arts!]
Jonghwagi came to his senses at his father’s rebuke.
[sorry.]
[Never use this if you can’t kill all the witnesses. Just die right there!]
Jonghwa-gi bit his lip at his father’s cruel words.
Even though the Great Swordsman’s father and son were hidden behind a curtain of benevolence, Jinmu Rip’s eyes still seemed to recall Jonghwagi’s martial arts skills.
‘That sword a little while ago······.’
Jinmu-rip hurriedly climbed up to the roof of Unseonggak.
In the midst of the melee, the Sacheonshin Sword and the Pasungmageom were locked in a showdown, while the Jonghwagi and Ronin formed a circle and were engaging in an extreme defensive maneuver.
‘The center of truth is the sign of tacit approval.’
Jinmu-rip immediately went to find Yu Dae-ha.
Jude hesitated, holding his sword as he took a step back from the battle.
Unlike back then, there are too many colleagues.
[You want to go back to being a carnivore? Don’t look at the others. Just catch one!]
He slapped his own cheek, which was connected to Jinmu-rip’s speech.
It was only when I felt a sharp pain in my cheek along with a “Crack!” that I was finally able to come to my senses.
‘It is as the prince said. If you hesitate here, it would be better to break the sword!’
As soon as he unleashed the new law, he rushed forward and swung a powerful sword towards the silent sign.
Chewing!
The sudden blow shook the sword blade of the silent sign.
“How dare you, you insectivore!”
It’s a story I’ve heard so many times that I don’t care.
I have no intention of showing off my pride as a person who serves a young prince who gets beaten up by a black bandit.
He grabbed the sword that was smiling brightly and held it tightly.
“You will die to a carnivore today.”
As the tacit approval was tied, Wonjin began to creak a little.
Jinmu Rip immediately called the two men up to the roof.
“The remaining unmanned personnel at the Great Inspection Gate are the ones who are finished. You two, lead half of the unmanned personnel and go to the northwest road to save them. I will finish cleaning up here and then go with you.”
The two of them turned their heads toward the battlefield at the very natural command, as if they had been superior since birth.
Looking at the situation, there were a lot more unmanned people loitering around because there was no place to sit on the front line.
“Okay, I understand.”
When Ugasan flew first, Sanghogun called out to Jiwolin, the Black Spirit Lord.
“From now until the end of the fight, you must never leave the prince’s side.”
Jiwol-in is the one who moves with Rimju Chomugang and sees Jinmu-rip’s mind more closely than anyone else.
If there is a key to victory or defeat, he knows better than anyone that it is held by Jinmu Rip.
Jiwol-in immediately lowered his head.
“I will keep that in mind.”
Jinmu-rip clicked his tongue as Sangho-gun flew under the roof.
“Useless thing.”
Jinmu Rip’s eyes fell on the great sword master’s son again.
‘It’s hidden.’
Jongbiung was engaged in a fierce battle with Chomugang, but Jinmurip could see it.
The subtle awkwardness between herbivorous and herbivorous.
It is an incomprehensible movement for the martial arts of someone with a divine sword attached to his name.
Jinmu-rip, who had been watching with eyes full of suspicion, finally became certain of what swordsmanship he was hiding.
‘The awkwardness felt in the connection between the first and second meals, it is clear that the first meal of that martial arts was forcibly changed!’
The moment confidence appeared in Jinmu-rip’s eyes, Yu Dae-ha’s sword finally pierced Muk In-pyo’s neck.
“Ugh!”
He cast a cold gaze at the collapsing sign of silence.
“Goodbye.”
With the death of the silent sign, the Ronin quickly fell apart and the battle situation began to completely tilt.
Even Jong-Bi-Woong and his son knew that they could not turn the tide of the battle, so they began to change their movements little by little.
Jinmu-rip took something out of his bosom and called Jiwol-in.
“hey.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Take this and tell the Hwanmagakju.”
What Jinmu Rip held out was a norigae the size of the palm of his hand.
I couldn’t understand what it meant, but it was Jin Mu-rip who had been leading his troops with ghostly schemes up until now.
Jiwol-in, who flew without asking any questions, arrived in front of Hwanmagakju.
“Your Majesty, the Young Prince has asked me to convey this.”
Jo Yang-heul’s eyes widened when he saw the norigae.
“What is this?”
“He just told me to tell him.”
Jiwol-in, who had come down and checked on his subordinates, went back up to the roof.
“I told you······. Your Highness?”
Jinmu-rip was not visible.
The moment Jiwol-in’s eyes widened, a piercing scream rose into the sky and the battle situation changed abruptly.
Jongbiwoong, who never avoided a head-on confrontation, began to use the Madorim warriors as shields when the fight became unfavorable.
“Jongbiwoong!”
As the enraged Cho Moo-gang was giving chase, someone’s shout was heard from behind.
“Wide the gap and create space!”
A voice that seemed familiar. The unmanned people hurriedly created space between Cho Moo-gang and Jong Bi-woong.
But that was a mistake.
Jongbiwoong grabbed his son by the scruff of his neck and cruelly threw the bell at Chomu Kang.
“Ugh!”
Suddenly, a dark flash of light appeared before the eyes of the person who had been dragged away.
Kaang!
The cruel sound of the bell rang through the ears of the soldier who had barely managed to avoid the attack.
[Prove your worth.]
A wide gap. Enough space to deploy new techniques and leap forward.
Jongbi-ung, who even treated his own son as a consumable, quickly jumped over the siege and climbed over the western wall.
“Jongbiwoong!”
Jinmu Rip’s voice reached Chomu Kang’s ears as he was trying to chase after him.
[If you chase after them, you will lose time. Leave only a few and go to the northwest road! You must arrive before Jongbiung!]
Cho Moo-gang, who was staring at the wall where Jong-bi-woong had disappeared, gritted his teeth and turned around.
“Kuuuuu.”
The corners of the mouth of the lone remaining bell went up.
“Prove your usefulness?”
From being a fearless leader of the Great Swordsman to being abandoned by others in an instant.
He was completely defeated by Jinmu Rip in terms of strategy and was in a desperate situation.
The situation could not have been more dire.
“Okay. I’ll prove it to you.”
An explosive momentum poured out from the entire body of the Jonghwagi, whose eyes were bloodshot.
Cho Moo-kang’s face hardened.
‘What the heck is this guy······.’
A strong energy that makes your skin feel hot.
If we leave a minority according to Jinmu Rip’s opinion, it will be difficult to deal with.
‘I have to do it.’
Cho Moo-gang, who had made a decision, said while grabbing his sword.
“Hwanma-gakju, go to the northwest road immediately. I will clear this place and follow you.”
Jo Yang-heul, who sensed the momentum of the bell, could not leave Cho Moo-gang alone.
“I will leave the black belt behind. Be careful.”
As soon as the Hwanmagakju Jo Yang-heul disappeared leading his men, the Jonghwagi’s attack began.
“Kuuuuu!”
“There was a hidden trick.”
A creepy light flashed in Cho Moo-gang’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, but that applies to me too.”
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Jongbiwoong, who escaped the checkpoint, ground his teeth so hard that they almost broke.
‘Cho Moo Kang!’
I thought I could suppress him enough, but he was stronger than I thought.
Fortunately, I was able to escape thanks to the space they gave me, but the humiliation that seeped into my bones was too much to bear.
‘Cho Moo Kang. It’s not over yet!’
If you join forces with the forces sent to the Northwest Road, another opportunity will come.
Jongbi-woong, who was running at full speed while organizing his plan in his head, suddenly changed direction.
‘Live!’
When Jong-bi-woong, who had rolled over on the floor, suddenly got up, the one waiting for him in front was a dazzlingly handsome young man.
“You are······. the young prince of Madorim.”
Jinmu-rip walked out under the moonlight seeping into the forest.
“Jongbiwoong.”
“You waited for me alone without any fear?”
Jinmu-rip’s smiling eyes gradually grew colder, and eventually became so cold that they froze the surroundings.
“Am I the one who is fearless? Or is it you?”
“What?”
At that moment, an incredible cold energy poured out from Jinmu Rip’s entire body and began to dominate the four directions.
Even though winter is far away, the breath I exhale turns into white vapor.
For the first time in his life, Jongbi-ung, who had been frozen hard, felt a chill run down his spine.
“Who the hell are you······?”
Jinmu Rip’s mouth slowly opened in response to the trembling voice.
“I will retrieve the martial arts of Sword Star Mongyeon. The Flowing Cloud Thousand Sharp Sword.”
