The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 402

Episode 402. It’s the season of the statement of color.

Ilmajo, who was in a standoff, said to Saekma.

“… … “I expected this to be prevented.”

Contrary to his appearance, his proud appearance was a bit unexpected. What on earth did you expect?

Saekma responded to Ilmajo’s words.

“I expected what you would expect.”

Am I the only one who got goosebumps?

I couldn’t help but interject myself into the conversation.

“Stop predicting, you lunatics.”

“… … .”

The conversations the men had while fighting were childish, regardless of the location, whether in an alley or a volcano, so it felt like an eternal truth.

Before Ilmajo had even given an order, an armed prisoner came striding in from outside and, as soon as he knelt, held out a red long sword.

I was quite familiar with the long sword, so I asked my eldest brother.

“Is it Usa’s sword?”

“It’s similar, but it’s not.”

Ilmajo said while holding the fake Great Cloud Sword.

“Bring me weapons.”

The six demons clapped their hands together and dropped the strange weapon of the One Demon Bird, leaving behind only the ink sword.

“This is enough.”

“By the way, I am similar in age to your master. Is it really necessary for me to speak that way?”

The devil answered in a sour tone.

“If you want to be respected, you just have to act in a way that deserves respect. “I’m not the type of person to treat someone just because they’re a little older.”

I answered on behalf of Ilmajo.

“You shameless bastard.”

When I think about it, I felt like I was on the side of the demonic cult if I interfered like this, so I needed to control my words.

Maehwajangju intervened.

“If you need a long sword, I can lend it to you.”

The devil answered briefly.

“No need.”

Strangely enough, Saekma spoke informally to Ilmajo and half-respectfully to Maehwajangju. Ilmajo, who was suddenly glaring at Maehwajangju, pulled out the fake Great Cloud Sword and immediately rushed at the color demon.

Saekma was a naughty guy by nature, so he kicked Wolryun off the floor. As the moon flew at a frightening speed, Ilmajo, who split it into pieces with the Great Cloud Sword, swung his sword.

Before I knew it, it looked like a flickering flame and a fluttering snowball had come together. Saekma was able to strike the fake sword fairly well with his short ink blade. Even though the sharpness of the Majo Sword split Yuolun like nothing else, the dagger made by Mohist could not easily cut it.

Looking at it like this, I realized that I had made the right choice.

Any long sword would have been cut into pieces right away by Ilmajo’s sword.

As I watched, I saw the power of Ilmajo gradually increase. The red energy on the blade of Majogeom also became thicker, similar to the one I used when I was using Jahagi.

At times, as the tension clashed, it sounded like drums were exploding one after another. No matter how great the love is, is it that the gap of time cannot be easily overcome?

After hitting the tension a few times, I could see the demon’s body being pushed away with each collision. Each time, I was maintaining my balance or using my strength to counter, but the superiority of my strength was now clearly visible to my eyes.

This is also an extremely natural thing.

Rather, it was an abnormal situation to fight with whistles like that, so it was right for everyone to praise the s!ut.

At some point, it seems like he thought that internal skills wouldn’t work.

The body of the Saekma, whose tension and internal strength were further reduced, was pushed out more noticeably. It looks like he switched to defense while conserving his strength. However, even for Ilmajo, there was the hassle of having to catch up and attack the flying horse that kept bouncing around.

At that moment, a crackling sound was heard, and the large tree planted in the manor was torn apart as if it had been struck by lightning.

Next to me, I saw Maehwajangju holding his forehead with a trembling hand.

I comforted Maehwajangju.

“Jangju, it’s just beginning.”

“yes?”

“It’s going to get even more destroyed. It’s going to be a total mess.”

“okay.”

Ilmajo’s voice was heard.

“… … “Can you win by just running away like that?”

The color demon muttered.

“I will run away for seven days and seven nights.”

When Ilmajo swung his sword, as I expected, the wall was cut like tofu and the space for fighting became even wider.

It’s actually better like this.

Because it was a wall that I felt a little sorry about destroying with my own hands. In any case, Ilmajo devastated the manor, and the Bimyu space gradually became wider.

It was only then that we confirmed that the entire area outside the Maehwajang was surrounded by believers.

The siege seemed very tight.

Still, I was impressed by the fact that even though he was leading such a large army, he was able to have a one-on-one match.

It’s not like it’s a shabby magic spell.

Ilmajo’s attack is like being attacked by a strong fire.

It looked like the horse would have burned to death a long time ago if he hadn’t learned the ice ball. However, it was not that his swordsmanship was sloppy, and his internal strength was clearly superior to that of a swordsman.

Nevertheless, the fighting continued fiercely.

Let the situation continue like this over and over again.

Ilmajo, which was now only attacking indiscriminately, did not seem to have that much of an advantage. This is because it feels like the devil is keeping his secret tricks hidden.

But I don’t know what that one move is.

When that move was blocked by Ilmajo, the life or death of the color demon could not be guaranteed. So, this fight was one-sided and tense, and it was tense and dangerous as if one mistake would end the fight.

I also remained silent and remembered every moment of the fight.

Because we don’t know when our last fight will be.

At one point, the magic sword and the beast clashed and the tension clashed… … .

The evil spirit was not pushed out like before.

Did Ilmajo consume energy and Saekmajo save energy and then gauge each other’s situation?

The match just now seemed somewhat equal.

As soon as he confirmed it, the demon’s expression suddenly changed.

The chair on which he was going to compete was reflected in his eyes, and while he was fighting, blocking Ilmajo’s attack without being pushed away, he grabbed the ink sword with his opposite hand.

He alternately swung the ink sword with his right and left hands, seemingly with a certain intention.

Did Ilmajo also feel ominous?

Now, every time the tension is erupted, not only the wall and tree, but also part of the ground is dug out. Perhaps realizing that the Saekma was preparing for the season, the Ilmajo’s attacks became more intense.

‘What on earth is it?’

Before I knew it, the clothes of the color demon, who had focused on defense, were scorched, torn, and tattered.

A scene ensued in which it would not be strange to declare defeat if the move prepared by the color demon was not fatal. In fact, there is a high possibility that your life will be saved if you declare defeat.

However, since both my eldest brother and I knew the nature of the devil, there was absolutely no reason to advise him to declare defeat.

At one point, the color demon, slightly floating in the air, swung its right arm like a whip while avoiding Ilmajo’s attack. As soon as he checked the trajectory and speed of his arm swings, he knew he had won.

Unexpectedly, the Mogabisu rushed towards Ilmajo.

Wagging!

Ilmajo held out his sword and struck it away, only twisting the direction of the Mogabisu.

Wagging!

The moss flying at incredible speed landed right in front of me and I caught it with my index and middle fingers.

widely!

Is this a deliberate assassination attempt?

With Ilmajo’s skills, it was clear that he sent it to me intentionally.

‘Are you stupid to care about me during this time? ‘Am I conceited?’

As soon as I held the blade with my fingers, I noticed that the blade was not cold.

Ilmajo rushed towards the bare-handed Saekma.

At this time, Saekma chanted as if he was declaring a proclamation season.

“… … “Desire.”

It was a pretty shocking declaration.

Desire?

What kind of desire do you mean?

The pervert swung his two hands with his index and middle fingers extended and held together.

The law soon extended like a blade.

I really swung it around wildly. However, Ilmajo is not stupid. He rushed forward, hastily striking away all kinds of cold energy with his magic sword.

For the first time in my life, I was witnessing with my own eyes a madman who was throwing a tantrum while backpedaling.

How on earth should I express that?

It looked as if he had dipped his hands into a white swamp, pulled them out, and then sprayed them indiscriminately. However, there was definitely a mix of blade-shaped attacks.

Ilmajo rushed at him while swinging his demonic sword as if he were swinging a spear, but in the end it did not reach the body of Ilmajo.

The color demon, who wielded the white blade without stopping once, used various forms of martial arts. He swung a large brush, swung a hook, and sometimes poured out cold air like blowing clouds or like a curved whip. So, it was a season called desire in which all the various attack methods of the ice ball continued without a break.

In short, it’s absolutely luminous.

The two cold blades eventually cut the back of Ilmajo’s hand, his forearm, and his shoulder, but in the meantime, the Ilmajo took a step back. He continued to use his name as if he was running away, but somehow only the name “desire” remained in his mind.

What kind of desire is so great?

Before I knew it, Ilmajo, soaked in his own blood, was standing and swinging his sword, and Ilmajo, even with his face pale, was swinging with cold energy erupting from his fingertips. Here, if the power of the color demon that maintains the Jibeop runs out, the body will be immediately separated by the magic sword.

Even the devil couldn’t be fine.

Part of his body was cut by the sword of the Ilmajo, and his entire body was stained with blood due to exposure to the sword wind.

It was truly spectacular.

In the end, the sword that could cut off each other’s life did not reach either of them… … .

This is because the two people did not stop while covered in blood during each other’s feasts. Everything was quiet except for the sound of two people f*cking each other.

If this happens, will it be a fight over who can avoid fatal injuries?

The color demon, who randomly swung the blade of cold and gradually froze Ilmajo’s body, advanced and held out his hand as if to engage in a battle of tension.

Ilmajo’s eyebrows rose and he sighed.

At this time, when the color demon used the white makeup technique, he moved gliding with an open step and swung his dual weapons in close range. In the end, only one cold blade tore deeply into Ilmajo’s upper body.

Blood spurted out thickly.

Yet the two stood facing each other and swung their swords and magic at each other.

‘It’s terrible.’

In the end, it was Ilmajo who gradually slowed down. This was because the cold air had settled on his entire body. The color demon did not stop even though he was covered in blood and avoided Ilmajo’s attacks. In the end, when Ilmajo staggered first, the color demon held out his left arm.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Ilmajo’s body flew horizontally and was rolling on the ground before I knew it.

“… … .”

The demon said while wiping his bloody face with his still cold left hand.

“Ilmajo, do you admit defeat?”

Ilmajo seemed to have fainted for a moment and did not respond.

As Ilmajo’s subordinates tried to enter from outside, Saekma stretched out a hand.

“… … Stop. “I need to hear the answer first.”

Saekma waited for a while without approaching Ilmajo and then asked again.

“Do you give in?”

It was only then that Ilmajo’s voice was heard.

“It’s defeat.”

Only then did the Six Demon take a long breath and looked at Il Demon Jo’s subordinates.

I asked the s!ut.

“Why is the Holy Holiday season a desire?”

The pervert answered seriously with a bloody face.

“It’s the desire to survive and meet a beautiful woman.”

The eldest brother praised his student for the first time in a long time.

“That’s amazing. really.”

Is this a compliment or a sarcasm? But the great thing was true. Mo Yongbaek’s voice was heard.

“Confucius Meng, are you okay?”

The devil answered with a messed up face.

“no?”

“All right.”

Mo Yongbaek stood up, passed by the color demon, and approached Ilmazu. I was also confused while watching.

If that’s the case, why did you ask?

Before I knew it, Ilmajo’s subordinates had jumped down around Ilmajo and blocked it.

Mo Yong-baek said to Il-ma-jo’s subordinates.

“This is Rep. Mo Yong-baek of the Mo Yong-ui family. Let me take a look. With so many troops, what else can I do? The only thing I’m better at than you is medicine. Do not worry.”

The subordinates seemed to think about it for a moment, then cleared the way.

Even during this time, Mo Yongbaek’s lies shook my heart. The reason Mo Yong Baek is excellent is not only because of his medical skills, but also because of his poisonous skills.

Mo Yong-baek bravely entered the path opened by his subordinates, sat down next to Il Ma-jo, and examined the biggest wound. Next, he took out a rag and a small bamboo tube from his luggage, wiped the wound, and spoke to his subordinates.

“This is the Geumchang medicine I made. “Is there anyone who wants to test it first?”

A man took out a dagger from his pocket, cut the back of his own hand, and then held out his hand to Mo Yongbai. Mo Yongbaek poured out some powder from the bamboo tube. The man spread the powder on the back of his hand, glared at Mo Yongbaek and said,

“Nothing wrong.”

“yes.”

Mo Yongbaek sprayed Jinchang medicine, inspected other wounds, took out more cloth, and wrapped it around Ilmajo’s chest. Because he had no unnecessary movements, his medical skills had a mystique that made them seem like martial arts. So, from the beginning, Mo Yongbaek was a man who had no choice but to become strong.

Mo Yong-baek, who had finished administering first aid, spoke to Il Ma-jo, who had opened his eyes.

“Senior, thank you for your hard work. “If you return and take good care of yourself, it won’t last longer.”

Ilmajo answered.

“Did you say Moyongbaek?”

“yes.”

“I won’t forget. Can I give you an example?

“I won’t accept it.”

“I expected that.”

“Um, yeah.”

“Let me get up.”

Anyway, Ilmajo was a man who was good at predicting things. Ilmajo, who raised his upper body with the help of Mo Yongbaek, asked Saekma.

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

Saekma, who was quenching his thirst with alcohol at the table, answered.

“… … There is no end to killing and dying. In the end, someone has to stop it, and I did it. If I had been born twenty years earlier, Okhwagung wouldn’t have been pushed back. Ilmajo, can you admit it?”

Ilmajo answered.

“Since you have a religious leader, I guess you wouldn’t have been pushed out in the end?”

“no. The leader must have been young back then. That’s what it says.”

While they were talking, blood flowed down in a straight line from the crown of the pervert’s head. When the pervert wiped it away with his hand, Ilmajo sighed with a look of despair.

“… … I lost, so I go back. Some of you should stay and report to the leader. He was defeated and went to recuperate to save his old life. There is no need to make excuses since he doesn’t accept excuses anyway. “Tell me what you see.”

“All right.”

I crossed my arms and slightly admired him. Even though I was defeated, I didn’t look bad other than showing off, so I got up.

“Ilmajo, thank you for your hard work.”

Ilmajo looked at me once and left the plum blossom market with his subordinates without answering. Even though there was no exit as all the walls had collapsed, Ilmajo went out through the door he came in through.

we… … .

So, the color demon, the eldest brother, Murong Baek, Maehwa Jangju, and I were able to simultaneously let out a sigh containing our own feelings.

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