Episode 382. Rallying Giants (2)
The Iron Sword Demon and the light steed followed.
Normally, they would be able to share a chatty haewoo, but neither Seoryangdo, Iron Sword Mazon, nor Wihongryon opened their mouths easily. It was because it was in front of none other than the Heavenly Demon.
Thus, the procession of the demonic forces across the central plains began.
Seo Liang riding on the Tiger King and Ma Dong Pil riding on the Golden Tiger took the lead, followed by the cavalry of the Heavenly Demon Army. And among the Heavenly Demon Army, as always, there were warriors who supported the Demon Emperor.
Humien Gorumazon and Iron Sword Demon, Jinmadae and Gwangmadae followed.
It was a spectacle that would stir the heart of anyone involved in magic.
To the leader who appeared with only the Heavenly Demon Army, all the demons from the midfield were following along. Numerous followers were advancing towards the destination by the side of the noble Heavenly Demon alone.
The atmosphere was strict, and the way forward was unstoppable.
Only advancing, advancing, they have been talked about by countless people.
Now people know Rumor has it that the person leading the ghost troops and heading north is the Demonic Sect. Everyone now knew that Ma Gyo-ju, who had not been active externally for over 30 years, personally led his subordinates to the world.
The sky was shaken.
Somewhere, rumors had flowed out that the Magistrate was heading north with the Jiangshi troops. The rumor soon spread all over the central plains, and numerous Murim people came out to stop the Demonic Sect.
And everyone who blocked him ran away.
What was surprising was that. that it ran away.
I didn’t kill everyone like a crazy killer, and I didn’t possess people with witchcraft.
It was an unbelievable rumor that just with his overwhelming presence and bloody spirit, he made it impossible for him to even attack the loyalist faction Murim people.
What kind of Murim people would not do this, especially the Murim people of the political faction, were those who risked their lives for cause and reputation. To them, the existence of Jiangshi, who went against the way of heaven, was unacceptable in itself, and it went without saying that the main enemy, the Demonic Sect.
It was right to attack at the risk of death. There were many Murim people who actually visited the Demonic Sect, risking death.
Even they ran away. It meant that the fear of the existence of the Demon Sect was far greater than the fear of death.
Now, people were not interested in the rumor that the Demonic Scholar was leading the Jiangxi troops.
Their attention was focused only on the Demonic Cultist and the Demonic Cult itself. He was keenly aware of why the Demonic Cultist was bringing only a small number of troops to cross the central plains, and what the future course of the Demonic Cult would be.
While Lee Cheon-sang crossed Uichang and went to Juksan (竹山) in the northwest, all sorts of rumors about Ma Gyoju spread throughout the central plains.
“I hear you’re ten feet tall and have six arms?”
“According to a reliable source, it is said that it is difficult to describe even the word “the best in the world.” It is said that there is no one who can win in a one-on-one competition in Danggeum Murim.”
“The Empress Zhu Rong is dead! After that celebration! It was cut in half with a single knife!”
“Everybody ran away. Those who challenged him fled to the underworld, and those who did not dare fled to their own dwellings.”
“I don’t know if it’s a human or a ghost, but one thing is certain. That the demonic cult is the closest to the first in the world.”
“He is a plague. Everyone is trembling with anxiety.”
“It is said that there was a great battle in Uichang. The exact circumstances are unknown, but it is said that the Demonic Sect killed all the previous masters of the old school.”
“Why did the cult leader come to the midfield! What is the purpose!”
It was like a real panic. There were some who didn’t care about the Demonic Cultist’s actions, but the number was extremely small.
The movement of the Demon God that the Murim people, Joongwon, and even the sky are keeping an eye on.
However, the person concerned was not shaken even in the face of the world’s infested interest. Rather, it was even relaxing.
Before moving from Juksan in Hubei to Shaanxi, the troops decided to rest for a day in a nearby forest.
And Lee Cheon-sang took Seo-ryang to an empty lot.
Lee Cheon-sang looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back was quite refreshing.
Unlike the fierce battle at Uichang that shook heaven and earth, the night sky was very clear. The weather was cold, but there were countless stars and bright moonlight.
Looking at the back of Li Chun-sang, Xu Liang thought.
‘What are you thinking?’
That day, Xi Liang saw the true power of Li Tian-sang.
It was impossible with human power to treat him as if he were a child, and to smelt the Cheonmado with pure inner strength by gathering four recruits. He already thought of Lee Cheon-sang as a half-god.
However, he had never personally seen the situation when a person who had reached such a level made full use of his power with determination.
saw it a few days ago
The power of an invincible who was born as a human and soared into the realm of a god was no longer something that could be suppressed through tactics, strategy, power, or power.
Lee Cheon-sang is invincible. Tens of thousands of troops and strategies to frighten ghosts are useless to him.
An invincible loser who flew too high and lost his way. A defeated invincible who has lost his goal in this world.
With what kind of thoughts does he really live in the world?
“It’s been quite a while.”
Xu Liang was startled by the sudden voice of Li Chun-sang.
“yes?”
“Your martial arts.”
“ah… … You mean my martial arts?”
She said with a bitter face.
“I said that I was working hard, but seeing the teacher’s true and new martial arts, I thought that it was far, far away.”
“Don’t say that. Your martial arts right now are not enough to be called the pinnacle of the midfield. That is enough to be recorded in Murimsa as a great master.”
“You know I’m not interested in that, right? Besides, I’m not invincible. He may be a good midfielder when discussing the top of the midfield, but he is not really the best midfielder.”
“You shouldn’t be the top midfielder. I haven’t handed over the headship to you yet.”
It was a fearsome confidence, a self-esteem that transcends imagination. It was a word that implied the meaning that the first in the middle court had to be the Cheonma and could not be anything other than the Cheonma.
Seo Liang scratched his head.
“Well, I am not interested in being called the best midfielder. Just to achieve my goal… … .”
“You mean the Uicheon Lord?”
“… … yes.”
Xi Liang’s answer was a beat late.
‘You know? Or do you not know?’
After a fierce battle with King Biyo, Lee Cheon-sang entered his world, who had lost his mind.
Xi Liang was suspicious of the vivid dream at that time, or the Li Chun statue that appeared in the world of consciousness that no one could enter. He wondered if it was an illusion created by his unconscious mind, not wanting to deceive him as much as possible.
However, upon hearing the next words of Li Tian-sang, Xu Liang dispelled all doubts.
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“Have you not been able to resolve the grievance you suffered from him?”
“… … .”
“I told you The reason doesn’t matter. I just said that living according to your heart is the devil.”
“It was.”
“Even if the resentment disappears, I don’t think your desire to kill the Uicheon Lord will disappear.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know you.”
Seo Liang shut his mouth.
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes deepened.
“You are putting on the shell of a person. Your essence has become as demonic as anyone else, but you still want to live a human life.”
“Because I am a person.”
“He must be a man with a horse.”
“… … .”
“To you, the reason must have been so important.”
Seo Liang closed her eyes. Lee Cheon-sang also paused for a moment.
Just like that, some time passed.
“It is true.”
“… … .”
“Perhaps, I don’t even know if I have let go of my resentment towards the Uicheon Lord.”
“I put down my han… … That’s an interesting expression.”
“Is that so?”
“Unless it is solved, it will not go anywhere. You know it as well as I do, so why do you say you put it down?”
“In just over two years, I’ve built up enough fun to counteract decades of resentment.”
“is it.”
Lee Cheon-sang looked up at the sky and lowered his head. But he still didn’t look back.
“I will say something to Kang-ho’s juniors, not to the successor.”
“yes?”
“Resentment must be resolved, not put down.”
Is it because of the magical power of the moonlight or because of the desolation of winter?
Lee Cheon-sang’s voice sounded much more hollow than usual.
“Someone says If the resentment is deep, it is said that bone disease will occur. Lawmakers call such symptoms mental trauma.”
“… … .”
“But when Han starts to penetrate the ground, people start moving. It’s something you know instinctively. If I can’t get rid of this deep and deep resentment, I will lose myself. It is to know that even if you live a life that is as good as anyone else’s, you will not be able to achieve the perfection of your ego.”
“… … .”
“Isn’t it because you realized that too that you tried to overturn the world?”
Xi Liang couldn’t answer anything. It was because Lee Cheon-sang was right.
When he first came into the body of the Protestant Three Gongja, he endlessly yearned for freedom. He dreamed of a life in the middle court where freedom was alive and breathing, not in the fear-filled Demonic Bridge.
It was a dream he longed for in the days of Salsu. Such a dream did not disappear when the body or environment changed.
however.
When he went down to inspect the seven families, he saw Bangryeong, a disciple of King Biyo, at the Jeoksaga.
Only then did he realize. He knows that the size of the han he has is enormous.
I didn’t even know it was Korean because it was so big beyond imagination and so deep that I couldn’t see the end. After he realized the size and depth of his resentment, he knew where the path he really had to go was stretching.
Heaven (天下).
He wanted to blow away the Uicheon Lord who had drawn him to hell, the Iron Blood Castle who had contributed to his death, and King Biyo who had pulled out his head. In other words, I wanted to do something.
I realized that if I can’t even do that, my mind can’t be free even if my body is free. In terms of common sense, I instinctively knew that I would not be able to complete my ego.
“That’s why resentment must be resolved.”
“You want to change the world?”
“If you believe that that will alleviate your bitterness, then that would be fine.”
It’s too easy to say scary things.
Xu Liang, who was staring at Lee Cheon-sang, threw a word.
“You don’t know me.”
“… … .”
“Do you have a grudge, too?”
“there was.”
“It’s in the past tense. It seems to have been resolved.”
“There was, but it flew away somewhere without being able to resolve it.”
“yes?”
Lee Cheon-sang turned around.
Seo Liang was surprised.
Lee Cheon-sang turned around, his face expressionless, but clear tears were flowing from his eyes.
It wasn’t the feelings of the two heavens, it wasn’t the crying of the soul.
They were traces of emotions and souls that had no reason to be entangled in the body. My body was close to crying on its own.
Maybe if he hadn’t risen to the level he is now, if he was truly a human being.
If so, he too would have been sobbing in sorrow.
“Let me know. The previous generation, how hellish the world I lived in was.”
