Absolute Regression Chapter 759

Episode 759: Why are the wings spread there?

The ten Zodiac Kings, including the nine Zodiac Kings and the twin Hwan-Wang of Hwan-Yeo,
were brought back to life. The dolls were so lifelike that it seemed as if they had truly come back to life.

But their minds hadn’t fully recovered. They had regained their memories and instincts from the fight just before their deaths, and were now bewildered by their current situation.

Then, when I saw the sword dance before my eyes, I exploded with hatred. But at the same time, I felt conflicting emotions.

horror.

Fear washed over me as the final moment of death dawned on me. Even if they hadn’t been directly struck by the Sword Dance, it had accompanied them in their deaths.

At that moment, when fear was spreading like an epidemic, the music that had been ringing out began to fade and become soft.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The sound of drums mingled with the music I was hearing. The music changed, as if a living person were witnessing the scene. And this music had power.

It was as if the drums of battle had been knocking back the fear the Twelve Zodiac Kings had felt.
Then, their original prayers began to flow out.
The crimson aura flowing from the Blood King’s eyes was the same aura he had felt when he was alive. The Dark King was no different. The black aura surrounding the carriage was truly ominous, and the Hwan King’s prayer was bizarre.

And that prayer was more powerful than anything they had ever had before.

Ding ding ding!

The lively music buoyed their spirits.
The one who shouted through the drumbeat was the king.

“Sword Dance!”

The reason why the King of Fighters showed particularly strong hostility was simple.

Because he died twice.

Once, while fighting the Apostle Lord Baek Ja-gang, he escaped at a critical moment, but was nearly killed by the Poison King’s poison.
He was cured of the poison through several great dharma treatments and returned with the Dark King. He
was then killed again by the Sword Dance and the Extreme Evil Soma.

“If I die this time, it will be the third time!”

The King of Fighters couldn’t stand the provocation of the swordsman and rushed forward.

Love, love, love.

The flying King unleashed a punch. It was as if he had truly come back to life, displaying the same martial arts skills he had back then. It was a blow that even fully utilized his internal energy.

But the swordplay was on a whole other level than when he fought him. It was faster and more powerful.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Hoong!

Geommugeuk’s fist, which had avoided the fast-flying King’s fist, hit the King’s chest.

Phew!

The king was pushed back with a thud. He was hit hard, but he was unharmed.

“What’s so hard about it?”

It looked human on the outside, but its bones were made of metal. And it wasn’t just iron.

“It’s a doll you made.”

The Iron King frowned and said.

“A doll? Does that look like just a doll to you?”

Yes, he had a right to be proud.

“This is the masterpiece I created.”

The soul-calling song was amazing, but it was also great that a vessel was created that contained that soul without any side effects or discomfort.

The twelve zodiac kings stepped forward in unison.
Their prayers were filled with a terrifying murderous intent. There were not one, but ten.

Shoooooooooooooo!

The momentum was so great that Taesu stumbled backwards and fell on his butt. Jihan tried to hold on, but he couldn’t hold on any longer and retreated to the wall behind him. Even though the two demons had summoned their inner strength to block the attack, it was still that bad.

In the midst of that terrible prayer, the Apostle Muin Feng had this thought:

When he returned to the Apostolic Alliance after surviving, would the Apostolic Alliance leader truly believe his report? He heard
reports of dead masters being resurrected.
Judging by the circumstances surrounding his return, he seemed to be on the same level as the previously deceased dual-wielding masters. Ten of those masters had been resurrected.

And the danger wasn’t just theirs.

Clank, clank, clank, clank.

The walls and ceiling on all sides opened. Hundreds of holes were visible within. They were organs that emitted powerful secret energy. The holes were so densely packed that if they were released simultaneously, there would be no escape.

As it was an organ created by the Iron King, its power was indescribable.
The Iron King opened his chest. Attached to his heart was a lump of iron of unknown purpose.

“The moment my heart stops, all my organs start working. Then, no one in this space can survive.”

He did not underestimate the skill of the swordsman.

“Yes, perhaps you, the young sect leader who mastered the Nine-Hawk Demonic Arts, might survive. But everyone else will die.”

Those words sounded like a warning not to use the Nine-Handed Magical Sword carelessly.
Geommu-geuk slowly walked over and peered into a hole in the wall. He peered fearlessly into the hole, as if something might burst out at any moment.

“It’s so dark I can’t see anything.”

Even the Iron King, unfazed by the composure of the swordsman, showed his composure.
He, too, approached the swordsman without fear. “If you’re confident, kill me,” he said, trying to prove his words weren’t mere threats.

“There are things that cannot be stopped by human self-defense. Where are you going to test them?”

Even though the swordsman had come within striking distance of decapitating him, he showed no fear.
The Iron King looked at Jihan and Taesu and said:

“You said you would protect them?”
“Of course you would.”

The Iron King laughed. He was certain that even the most skilled swordsman could not handle this situation while protecting them.

“You won’t abandon those weaklings. This is the hell you created for yourself.”

Geommugeuk calmly responded to the Iron King’s words.

“The hell you think of and the hell I think of are different.”

As Geommugeuk turned his head, his eyes met with Jihan’s, who was standing behind him.

“We’re sorry, it’s because of us.”

Jihan was furious at his own weakness. Even if he couldn’t help the Geommu-geuk fight together, he should at least avoid being seen as a weakling. The thought of being a burden hurt his pride and made him feel guilty. They were responsible for one axis of this hell.

Then, Geommugeuk leaned his back against the scary organ and said something unexpected.

“If you’re not standing there when I turn around, this place is going to be hell.”

Jihan looked up at the ceiling, which was completely blocked by the sword dance, as if asking what he meant.
There, too, countless holes from the organs were rife.

“The sky outside must be bright and clear right now.”

He looked up at the ceiling with deep eyes, as if looking into the sky beyond.

“I must kill those I once killed in this lake’s underground chambers. Without you, this would be my hell.”

Was the gently flowing melody preventing an attack? Even though Geommu-geuk had his back turned and was conversing with Jihan, the Twelve Earthly Kings didn’t attack. Clearly, the music was communicating with them.

The words of the sword dance to Jihan continued.

“Fighting only for yourself, fighting alone. If you keep walking like that, one day you might end up a murderous sword. Devoured by loneliness.”

Those words struck the Sword King’s heart deeply. He had spent most of his life fighting alone.

“There’s no need to be moved by my protecting you. This is a choice I made for myself. Fighting for myself is so hard, but fighting for you makes it less hard. It’s the same when I’m training. So there’s no need to be moved by this selfishness, nor do you need to feel sorry for it.”

Jihan had a premonition that he would never forget the sight of the sword dance at that moment. He leaned on an organ that no human could stop, and with the fearsome Twelve Zodiac King behind him, he spoke these words to himself.

“I still don’t understand why you’re being so kind to me.”
“Haven’t you been fighting alone for a long time?”
“!”

From the moment I was entrusted to my master, to make a living using my gift of smell. Yes, it was a life lived alone, a sword fought solely for itself.

“What more needs to be said to show me the way forward?” Jihan said, bowing his head respectfully.

“You smell so good, Young Master.”
“Of course. It’s only natural to say that the leader smells good.”

As the sword dance was about to turn around, there was another person who felt sorry.

“sorry.”

It was the Sword King. His eyes were cold and settled. Geommu-geuk could sense that he was truly angry.

“This happened because of me.”

He was completely exploited.
The Dark Princess knew exactly how he would act. The Sword King couldn’t contain his anger at the thought of being played by her.

“I should be grateful, actually.”
“For what?”
“Thanks to you, I got to see how much my brother Ak did for me.”

The Sword Dance Theater formally greeted him.

“Thank you for saving me.”
“You didn’t save me?”
“You already saved me.”

It was as good as saving him. The moment he killed the King of Darkness, he had already sacrificed his own life.

“If I ever meet that woman who likes my brother, I’ll definitely tell her about today’s story. That the person she likes is such a wonderful man.”

I knew it was meant to be comforting, but it still made me feel better to hear it.

“You’re busy comforting your subordinates or yourself.”

Geommu-geuk turned to the Twelve Zodiac Kings and said.

“There is one more person to comfort, or rather, one more soul to comfort.”

The gaze of the swordsman turned towards the Mokwang.

“It may have been a short goodbye to you, but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

In their previous fight, Geommu-geuk had somehow managed to resolve the matter without killing him. He had dreamed of revenge, believing the martial arts leader had annihilated his family.

He is a sinner, but I wanted to convey this message at least.

“I have confirmed that this is not something the Murim Lord did.”

Because we had previously found out that these people were involved in the destruction of the Mokcheon family during the fight with the Hwaryulcheong.

At those words, the Mokwang’s gaze wavered. He remembered the moment just before his death when Geommu-geuk had tried to save him. Then and now, he could sense that Geommu-geuk wasn’t lying.

“The one who planned this will eventually die by my hand, so now resolve the long-standing grudge and misunderstanding.”

The King of Wood didn’t say anything, but Geommu-geuk felt his eyes become more at ease.

Swoosh.

The Mokwang’s eyes closed.
His soul, of its own volition, was about to leave this place.

Right then.

The music echoing around him grew louder. The notes rose, tearing and piercing like a shriek. It seemed as if his soul was trying to stop itself from leaving.

“stop!”

The sword dance spoke softly, as if warning. As those magically charged words resonated, the music paused for a moment, then grew louder.

“I told you to stop!”

The magic energy of the sword dance poured out toward the Twelve Earthly Kings.

Hooooooooo.

The Twelve Earth Kings’ bodies fluttered violently, as if swept by a fierce gust of wind.
And when the blast of magical energy ceased, the Wood King’s soul vanished. It was as if it had been carried away by the wind.

The wooden king, with his eyes closed, did not move any further, but a smile was on his face at the end.

“In the next life, I hope you don’t live a life of killing or being killed.”

Hearing those words, Blood Heavenly Swordsman could tell that Geommu-geuk was speaking with sincerity.
Perhaps, he thought, this was the life he longed for. He was a man who wanted to live a life filled with laughter, chatter, and playfulness. Indeed, the person most uncomfortable in this situation would be the strongest of them all.

Geommu-geuk stepped forward and looked at the Iron King. His gaze was cold and stern.

“You’ve hatched all sorts of schemes and plots up until now. But bringing back the dead was the one thing you should never have done. If you couldn’t win in reality, you should have given up like a warrior. Live with aplomb, live as a villain.”

The music sounded eerily like it was listening to the answer of the sword dance.

At that moment, the Sword King walked out from behind.

“Even if I tell them for a hundred days, they won’t understand. I know better.”

Sizzle.

He ripped open the hem of his clothes. He tied his disheveled hair back up. He then took off the shoes he had on his waist and put them on.

Then, he stood alone and looked at those lined up before him.
Before he encountered the Sword Dance Theater, he had been one of them. He had even ranked among the highest. At least, that was how the Dark Princess treated him.

“Have you been complaining about me all this time?”

In particular, there was a cold murderous look in the eyes of the Taoist king.

Then a cold voice was heard from behind.

“You said you’d kill me again if we met again.”

Bloody Heavenly Sword Horse slowly walked out and stood beside the Sword King. It wasn’t because of the Sword King.

At first, the Sword King was displeased, but he was truly grateful for his willingness to sacrifice himself for the Sword Dance. He couldn’t let him fight alone.

“For someone who wields a sword, he has a lot of spirit.”

Ilhwageomjon also stepped forward. Her reason for stepping forward was her respect for the Sword King as a swordsman.

“Brother, if you keep doing that, you’ll end up making a mistake in front of the leader someday.”
“Don’t say things like that, even if it’s just a joke.”

The Sword King looked at the two men standing on his left and right and bowed his head slightly. He hadn’t expected them to step up for him like this.

The three men simultaneously drew their swords and swords.
Then, a disgruntled voice was heard from behind.

“No, why are my wings spreading there?”

A look of indignation crossed the faces of the three. It was truly incredible that they were trying to make people laugh even at a moment like this.

“Why are the three of you acting so solemn and cool? Why are the three of you acting so friendly while leaving me out? I’ll fight too. Get out of the way, you punk. I’ll take my place.”

Of course, no one looked back or responded.

The Iron King, who was watching, felt insulted by the leisureliness of the sword dance.

“Little Leader, your arrogance will lead everyone to death.”

When Geommu-geuk looked back at the Iron King, the playfulness had disappeared from his face.

“We had a disagreement about hell, didn’t we? I think you’ve seen enough hell….”

With eyes that were so cold that I wondered how such a joke could come from such a face.

“Now look at my hell.”

Exactly.