Episode 1067. You want me to kill you? (2)
Jo-geol stared blankly at Cheong-myeong, not even thinking about wiping away the cold sweat that was running down his face.
“……no.”
Of course I knew he was crazy. Where is the disciple of the volcano who doesn’t know that that kid is out of his mind?
But there has to be a limit to madness. I never imagined that he would be that crazy.
‘No, but I still… … .’
All this time, I thought that whenever that kid did something crazy, there was always a plan behind it. I never thought he would be so clueless… … .
“… … That crazy guy.”
It was Yoon Jong’s words. If those words came out of his mouth, it would have said everything. The fact that Baek Cheon had collapsed and Yu I Seol was lying down on the floor next to him like an exhausted cat was proof of how dire the situation was.
‘It would be more sensible to stick your head into the tiger’s mouth and shout at it to eat it!’
At that moment, Dang So-so muttered in a voice that sounded like she had lost her soul.
“That bastard… … If he’s going to die, he should die alone. Why should we too… … .”
Jo-geol flinched and looked back. Even though he was a volcano with no hierarchy, it was still a bit… … to say that he was a traitor to his brother-in-law was a bit… … . Since he heard it from Yoon-jong, he could get angry… … .
“My words!”
No. Hey, you must have been really angry at the death penalty.
And it seemed that it wasn’t just Hwasan’s disciples who were driven mad by Cheongmyeong’s madness.
“I am…….”
Everyone’s exhausted gaze turned to the place where the voice came from. If it had been someone else’s voice, they wouldn’t have had the strength to turn their heads, but even in this situation, they couldn’t ignore Jang Il-so’s reaction.
Jang Il-so, who was standing up straight, had a look of bewilderment on his face, as if he couldn’t just sit down like the disciples of the volcano. His eyes were fixed on Cheong-myeong, who was walking towards him.
“I thought I was the craziest guy in the world… … .”
“… … .”
“There was a worse one.”
When the disciples of the volcano heard those words, they looked at each other with faces that could neither laugh nor cry. Who would have thought that there would come a moment when they would sympathize with Jang Il-so’s words?
Jang Il-so’s face, which looked a little paler than usual, seemed to show that what he had said earlier was not just a joke.
On the other hand, Cheongmyeong’s face, which had approached him, was calm as if everything was someone else’s business. Instead, he looked at Baekcheon and his group and clicked his tongue.
“Oh my, if someone saw you, they’d think you did something great. What did you do to be sitting there?”
“Hey, you… … .”
“Please… please… please, please go far away and die. Please… please….”
The disciples of the volcano, who had no strength left to shout, could only curse in hollow voices.
Still, Baekcheon was the first to get up and ask, saying that he was a private tutor.
“What the… … .”
“huh?”
“What happened? Why did he just go back so easily?”
I overheard the conversation, but since I had no prior knowledge, I couldn’t understand it at all.
“It’s nothing special… … .”
Cheongmyeong’s gaze briefly fell on Jang Il-so.
“I’ll tell you later.”
Baekcheon, who understood the meaning, was about to nod his head, but Jang Il-so opened his mouth as if he was disappointed.
“But I thought of you as a comrade who fought alongside me. Wouldn’t it break my heart if you blatantly turned me down like this?”
Although the voice sounded soft and friendly, Cheongmyeong’s reaction was extremely cold.
“I will never have the chance to call a brat like you a comrade.”
“I want to say that that’s a harsh answer, but… … . Yes, seeing what you’re doing makes me think that it might be better for me too.”
Jang Il-so spoke with a slightly strange look in his eyes. Then, voices of agreement came out from here and there.
“That’s right.”
“… … Honestly, I feel sorry.”
“sorry.”
“What, you little shits?”
Cheongmyeong glared at the disciples of Hwasan who agreed with Jang Il-so’s words.
Jang Il-so opened his mouth.
“The guy called Cheonma that they are waiting for is… … .”
Everyone’s mood changed at the sudden mention of Cheonma. Jang Il-so opened his mouth heavily, still keeping his gaze fixed on Cheongmyeong.
“It looks like you didn’t just fall from the sky, but were resurrected from someone’s body?”
Cheongmyeong glared at Jang Il-so with cold eyes. However, Jang Il-so simply raised the corners of his red lips and met his gaze.
“And the demonic bastards have no way of confirming it until the resurrected one realizes that he is a Heavenly Demon. So… … they don’t dare kill anyone?”
Cheongmyeong didn’t bother to answer. But in this situation, what could be a clearer answer than silence? Jang Il-so’s eyes held a strange light.
“Does that mean… … that guy Cheonma has already been resurrected and might be living without even knowing that he is Cheonma? In this Central Plains?”
Cheongmyeong’s gaze became a little more fierce. Then Jang Il-so chuckled softly.
“If you look at me like that, I can’t help but feel more confident.”
Cheongmyeong, who gritted his teeth slightly as if he was chattering as he looked at Jang Il-so, soon let out a sigh. It was none other than Jang Il-so, and since he saw the situation with his own two eyes, no matter what he said, it wouldn’t be harsh.
“Nothing is certain.”
Cheongmyeong spoke in a quiet voice.
“Is he already resurrected, or is he not even born yet? Or is he already aware that he is a Heavenly Horse but has not revealed himself?”
“… … .”
“The problem is that no one knows.”
Jang Il-so nodded as if he roughly understood.
“Resurrection… … .”
He thought about it for a moment and then sighed lightly.
“You really believe such absurd stories. Either those crazy fanatics or you, who are even savage than those fanatics.”
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Cheongmyeong didn’t bother to answer that.
There was no reason to make him understand, and he had no confidence in making him understand. If he had not gone through the process of being reborn himself, he would have dismissed all of these words as nonsense, just like Jang Il-so did now.
Jang Il-so’s gaze scanned the place where Cheon-sal had existed and the land where traces of the Dan-ja River remained.
“But… … To dismiss those words as just the ravings of a madman… … Those madmen aren’t your average madmen.”
Jang Il-so also clearly felt the power of a thousand years.
Even Danzagang was a strong man he had never experienced before. However, Cheonsal had the power to crush even that Danzagang in one fell swoop. To put it plainly, at this point in time, there would be no one in the world who could stand up to Cheonsal.
‘What if that power and the power of the demons I saw were combined?’
The grand task of conquering the Central Plains didn’t seem that difficult. At least, it was a much more realistic story than the dream Jang Il-so was currently dreaming.
But neither the Thousand Years nor the Demonic Cult move.
I was living my life in some unknown remote place, where someone who could have everything in his hands if he wanted to, was doing it for the sole reason of his faith.
Because it was Jang Il-so, and no one else but Jang Il-so, he could fully understand how absurd this situation was.
A strong person is a bundle of self-consciousness. No matter how talented a person is, it takes a lot of effort to embody that talent and turn it into real power.
That is why the strong who have gone through such a difficult process to obtain the power to cover the world are bound to become the embodiment of narcissism that is difficult for ordinary people to understand with their common sense.
If he is a strong man who is a thousand years old, it would not be strange if his excessive self-consciousness spreads throughout the Central Plains. However, rather than trying to overcome the Heavenly Demon with that power, he simply throws away everything he could easily obtain at any time and waits for the return of the Heavenly Demon.
Like a loyal dog that guards the house after its owner leaves.
‘Is this really possible?’
It’s impossible. No, it shouldn’t be possible. There’s only one situation where it’s possible.
Jang Il-so looked around at everyone with curious eyes.
“So that guy Cheonma… … .”
Everyone held their breath at the ominous voice.
“So even that monster can be turned into a dog that guards an abandoned house.”
Anyone who lives in the world of martial arts cannot avoid hearing the two characters, Cheonma. The name is a symbol of strength and an embodiment of fear.
But, more than any expression I had ever heard about Cheonma, one sentence that Jang Il-so uttered was more powerful.
“Beyond loyalty, to submission… …. No, beyond submission, to the point where one can offer oneself up as a sacrifice.”
Jang Il-so burst into laughter.
Even the greatest Jang Il-so in the world has never subjugated someone so perfectly. Even if he leaves behind a promise that he will be resurrected after his death, would Hong-Gyeon be able to wait for him for a hundred years?
Are those murderous bastards going to live long, patient lives, stuck in the outskirts like monks who are devoted to illegal activities?
‘No way.’
But what on earth would have to happen to someone who is not even a Hong Gyeon but a thousand years old to do that?
No one could open their mouths.
The one who fought them was Danzagang, and the one they faced was Cheonsal. But at this moment, it seemed as if the giant shadow of Cheonma, which they had never encountered before, was weighing down on everyone here.
Jang Il-so’s eyes drew a strange curve.
“There might be someone like that living somewhere here without even knowing who I am… … .”
Jang Il-so shook his head slowly.
“That’s an exaggeration for a joke.”
He solved everything. He drove out the demonic cult that invaded Hangzhou, and even led to the death of one of their most powerful men, the bishop. If we look at his achievements, he couldn’t have asked for more.
However, there was no joy in the achievement on the faces of those who remained here. Those who had experienced the power of the Demonic Cult and guessed at the power of the Heavenly Demon were left with only an indescribable sense of oppression.
“Well, I guess it’s okay. That’s not an issue right now.”
Jang Il-so sighed lightly and smiled brightly.
“Rather than something that may or may not happen later… … .”
It was a bright smile, but the moment they saw his eyes, the disciples of the volcano suddenly felt the hair on their bodies stand on end.
“Shouldn’t we take care of our own business first?”
Jang Il-so’s voice changed. The strangely difficult friendliness disappeared, and soon a murderous feeling took its place. Baek-cheon and his party’s faces instantly hardened with tension.
‘no way……?’
‘At a moment like this?’
Everyone’s body tense up.
I had thought that Jang Il-so might reveal his true colors at any moment. Wasn’t the reason he came to Gangnam with only a small group because he couldn’t trust Jang Il-so?
But even so, this is too urgent.
As soon as Jang Il-so finished speaking, Hong-gyeon quietly but quickly gathered around Jang Il-so. At the same time, Hwa-san’s disciples also confronted Jang Il-so with Cheong-myeong at their center.
Jang Il-so’s mysterious gaze and Cheong-myeong’s cool gaze were intertwined in the air.
Anyway, Cheongmyeong and Jang Il-so are in a situation where they can’t fight properly. Then, this is a fight between Hong-gyeon and Hwa-san. Although Hong-gyeon is extremely strong, Hwa-san’s power is also not to be underestimated.
‘It’s like taking the body out… … .’
It was at that moment that Baekcheon was about to exchange glances with Ungeom. Jang Il-so shook his head as if he could clearly see his intentions.
“Oh, oh. Did you say Baekcheon?”
“… … you.”
“If your calculations are that slow… … you may not be able to survive in Gangbuk, but you won’t be able to survive in Gangnam.”
“What the heck are you talking about… … .”
The moment Jo Geol-i tried to raise his voice on Baek-cheon’s behalf, he closed his mouth as if someone had grabbed his hand. His eyes shook violently.
I just saw it. Those who appeared one after another around me.
A groan escaped Yoon Jong’s mouth without his knowledge.
“Huh… … Black Ghost… … .”
The elite of the Black Ghost Guard that they had left behind at the entrance to Hangzhou had already surrounded them and were tightening their siege. It seemed as if they would not allow even a single person to escape.
If it were just Hong Gyeon, I would try anything, but what if Black Ghost joins?
‘Fuck… … .’
A gloomy light appeared on the faces of the disciples of the volcano for a moment. Jang Il-so, who was looking at them as if he found them amusing, laughed out loud.
“Aren’t you curious?”
A gorgeous smile appeared on Jang Il-so’s face. A cruel light flashed in his pale eyes.
“What is more terrifying: fighting a tiger as big as a house… or being surrounded by a pack of hungry lynxes?”
“This son of a bitch… … .”
Jo-geol’s eyes began to turn bloodshot.
