Episode 1042. Die or be killed. (2)
The sight of those running across the land covered with corpses was extremely ominous. If an ordinary warrior had seen them running, completely covered in black martial arts clothing and emitting a gloomy aura, they would have been terrified and terrified.
But these people here are not just unmanned people.
The disciple of the volcano, the Hongken of the Maninbang, the elite of the Black Ghost Guard. At least in terms of combat experience, he was proud to say that he was second to none in the world.
Skilled in combat and killing, they are accustomed to having sharp swords flying towards their necks. They are like trained swordsmen who never lose confidence no matter what enemy they face.
So, I definitely shouldn’t be shaken by this sight… … .
Something strange happened.
The reaction of everyone who was so accustomed to fighting was clearly ‘disquiet’.
The elite of the Black Ghosts who had been painting Gangnam’s nights with fear retreated without realizing it.
Even Hong Gyeon, who would jump into the pit of hell without hesitation if it was Jang Il-so’s order, trembled in fear.
There was a clear grittiness and subtle fear on their faces.
The Sapaeyeon who hold half of the world in their hands, and even the most elite of them. How can such people cower before an enemy of only one hundred men?
Even if he was the one who hated Sapaeryeon the most in the world, it would be something to laugh at. But right now, that ridiculous thing was happening right here.
“eww…….”
A low groan escaped someone’s lips.
Even when a knife is stuck in their throat, they don’t even groan, but they can’t stop their mouths from opening just by seeing someone approaching. It was like a helpless scream of the soul, regardless of the level of training.
Even the disciples of the volcano who had experience dealing with the Demonic Cult held their sword handles tightly with weary faces.
Baekcheon bit his lower lip without realizing it.
“Private school… … .”
“……okay.”
Baekcheon answered without listening to the rest of the story. It seemed like he knew what he was trying to say without even hearing it.
“……different.”
It felt like I was sinking into a deep swamp, my whole body sinking. The momentum they were carrying, the atmosphere they were giving off, and their very presence seemed to be gradually suffocating me.
It was clearly different from before.
The Demonic Cult that he encountered in the cold land of the North Sea also made Baekcheon fearful. However, the feeling he felt back then was not at all like this. In fact, Baekcheon had become much stronger than before.
The feeling they give off is… …not human.
How would you feel if you saw the gates of hell open and demons rushing out all at once?
It’s not just about their momentum or their power inaction. Their very existence makes the living cringe.
‘This is the real devil’s cult.’
Baekcheon thought with his lips tightly closed.
Now I think I understand why Qingming called the Bishop of Beihai a half-baked cult, and why he criticized the cruel cultists who followed him as being foolish.
His body was telling him that they were incomparably more dangerous than the cultists he knew.
Crunch! Crunch!
Every time the running demons stepped on the corpses scattered on the ground, a terrible sound rang out. The disciples of the volcano trembled. The many meanings contained in that eerie noise dyed their eyes red.
Rather than approaching, the black horde that was roughly running across the crimson ground appeared to be charging forward, and soon began to emit dark magic energy in thick clumps.
The moment everyone, including the disciples of the volcano, clenched their teeth, the speed of the running demons suddenly began to noticeably decrease.
A question flashed through everyone’s eyes. Why did those who were running as if ready to attack at any moment stop there?
Most people felt suspicious at the sight.
But some here saw something entirely different in that sight.
The ring on Jang Il-so’s hand, which was looking at the demonic cult with interest, made an eerie sound as it rubbed against him.
The people he is leading now are Hong-Gyeon. They are his creations, carefully selected from the best of the best, and thoroughly trained. However, even Hong-Gyeon cannot move in unison.
‘How bizarre.’
To Jang Il-so, it was a sight beyond common sense.
Can you imagine tigers, their eyes rolled back with hunger, lined up and waiting for their prey?
Those who are consumed by murderous intent should not be controlled, because murderous intent is a realm beyond reason.
But, strangely enough, they are perfectly controlled while spewing out such horrible murderous intent and hatred. It is hard to understand how such a thing is possible.
‘Fanatic… … ‘
It seems like everything contained in those two letters is absorbed into them.
The number of demon cultists dressed in black uniforms and wearing black masks covering just below their eyes was only one hundred. However, that hundred did not feel like a small number at all.
That moment.
Thud. Thud.
Among the seemingly indistinguishable cultists, one person slowly walked out.
Thud. Thud.
The one who came to the center slowly looked at the volcano and Sapaelyeon from left to right with stern expressions on his face, then slowly pulled down the mask covering his face.
“You dirty infidels… … .”
There was a deep disgust and contempt in his eyes, as if he was looking at something dirty. Those who were oppressed by his eerie gaze bit their lips.
“The Heavenly Demon did not give unbelievers like you the right to live and breathe.”
The man’s voice spread out earnestly.
“But He is also very merciful, and His mercy is fair even to the foolish and the foolish.”
The voice was so reverent that it seemed as if it were conveying some sacred mantra.
“If you realize your sins now and are ready to offer everything to the Heavenly Demon, come forward. He will forgive your sins.”
“Hmm?”
The first person to react to those words was, of course, Jang Il-so. His eyebrows furrowed in a very unpleasant manner.
“Forgive my sins?”
“… … .”
“Who? By what authority?”
Kara-ra-rak?
Jang Il-so’s rings made a rough metallic sound.
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“Who dares to forgive my sins? Someone like you? Or… … .”
A captivating smile appeared on Jang Il-so’s red lips as he paused for a moment.
“That guy you believe in, the Cheonma or whatever, who disappeared a hundred years ago?”
“this person!”
The eyes of the demon cultist who had been speaking calmly until just a moment ago were filled with an incredibly intense murderous intent.
“You are a man who would not be satisfied even if you tore open his mouth, cut off his flesh, and fed it to dogs! How dare you speak ill of him with your filthy mouth!”
But Jang Il-so remained calm even when faced with that tremendous murderous intent.
“Ah. Of course my mouth isn’t that clean. I know that.”
He calmly waved his hand, then soon let out a blatant laugh.
“But at least I’m alive. Isn’t that right? It’s better for someone to survive dirty than to die cleanly. Even the Cheonma you serve will probably envy me in hell.”
“Nooooooooooo!”
The demon cultist was now unable to control his anger and even his hands were shaking.
“How dare you… … .”
He pulled down the mask that had been covering his face again, as if he were terrified of even sharing the same air with these people.
“You dirty infidels, you dare not only to show your face before the doctrine without even knowing your place, but also to insult the great One?”
The demon’s eyes began to sparkle with madness.
Hong Gyeon, who had experienced countless madmen and villains in Sapa, felt horrified at these eyes. It was because of the madness that was so strange and foreign that it was hard to believe it was human.
“… … I will kill you!”
The demon shouted, the veins on his neck rising.
“I will kill them! I will kill them! I will erase the traces of the filthy unbelievers from this world. I will tear their flesh, grind their bones, pull out their sinews, and sprinkle their blood!”
It was closer to a curse than a determination, and closer to a prayer than a curse.
As soon as the scream that sounded like he was about to vomit blood ended, the demonic forces lined up behind him gained momentum.
“I will strip you of all your flesh, leaving nothing behind, and make you food for the beasts! How furious is the religion towards those filthy non-believers who dare to insult the Heavenly Demon… .”
But soon a cold voice cut off the prayer-like words.
“Hey, kid, you really talk too much.”
The demon slowly closed his mouth. Then he turned his head and glared at the one who opened his mouth. His murderous intent rippled.
Cheongmyeong, not caring at all, tilted his neck from side to side and spoke again.
“I don’t want to agree with that little Sapa kid, but… … .”
Cheongmyeong glanced at Jang Il-so and smiled faintly.
“Well, that’s not really wrong. Isn’t a crazy guy with makeup better than a kid with his head cut off?”
“you…….”
“therefore.”
Srrrrrr.
Cheongmyeong slowly pulled out the dark sword from its scabbard. The extremely sharp tip of the sword was aimed at the demon cultist.
“Stop talking and attack me. I don’t know since when the devil’s children started fighting with their mouths.”
The demon cult stared at Cheongmyeong silently.
A brief silence.
Although he merely kept his mouth shut, the sight was more terrifying than when he was madly cursing.
The demon cultist finally opened his mouth, forcibly suppressing his boiling anger. A dreary voice spread out.
“You… … will die a particularly painful death.”
“Ah, that… … .”
Cheongmyeong smiled crookedly.
“I hear that quite often.”
“… … .”
“But how long do I have to wait?”
Kuuuung!
As soon as Cheongmyeong finished speaking, the demon cult stomped on the ground. The solid ground was crushed and dug up like mud.
“… … the unbelievers here!”
A huge voice burst out of his mouth.
“Don’t leave a single one alive! Kill them all!”
“Heavenly Demon Returns! May All Happiness Come!”
The cultists’ tremendous roar echoed. The cultists, who were barely controlled by the leash of faith, ripped off the leash that bound me.
As if the uniformity they had shown just a moment ago was a lie, they ran forward, emitting red light.
“Kuaaaaaaaaaah!”
A beast-like roar rang out.
Even though they were only running a short distance, the demons, unable to control their anger, grabbed those running ahead and pulled them along, trying to run a little faster. They roared as if they were going to bite their comrades’ necks.
“Private school!”
“Yeah, it’s coming!”
Baekcheon, who was staring at the mind-boggling sight, gritted his teeth. Then he took a step forward.
“Come behind me! Never leave the brother next to you!”
“yes!”
Baekcheon finally blurted out the words that had been boiling in his stomach.
“Show those beasts that the volcano is the natural enemy of the Demonic Cult!”
A loud cheer erupted from the mouths of the Volcano disciples.
It was the moment when the great battle that would later be called the Hangzhou Demonic Crusade began.
