Absolute Regression Chapter 785

Episode 785 For My Son

Seo Dae-ryong led the Hwangcheon Pavilion investigators and all the executioners into Magachon.
As they, numbering over a hundred, entered Magachon, everyone in the market looked on in surprise.
Naturally, they assumed they were on their way somewhere.

The executioners went into each house and spoke loudly.

“Okay, we’re going to vacate the house now. Everyone, just pack your essentials and come out!”

The executioners went around the houses of Magachon, forcing everyone out.
They began clearing out not only the shops in the market streets but also the residences outside. Magachon was larger than it appeared, and its residents were quite numerous.
The Hwangcheon Pavilion soldiers, who had prepared a pre-planned evacuation, dispersed to their assigned areas and led the people out.

Seo Dae-ryong took charge of the Pungryu Tavern himself.
Not only Jo Chun-bae, but everyone else dining there was astonished.

“You will have to stay in the accommodations provided by the school for a while.”
“Has something happened?”

Seo Dae-ryong calmly answered Jo Chun-bae’s surprised question.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you the details. Please hurry and pack your bags.”

The guests rushed to their respective homes. The Magachon people were less surprised, however, because the ones who had come to carry out this task were Hwangcheon-gak warriors.

After the first Geommu-geuk established a branch of the Hwangcheon-gak in Magachon, the people of Magachon received great help from them. Thanks to the Hwangcheon-gak, the warriors who ignored or abused the residents completely disappeared.

Even in his shock and confusion, Jo Chun-bae took care of one person. He thought something had happened in the Demonic Cult.

“Is the young cult leader safe?”

Seo Dae-ryong answered with a smile.

“Of course you are safe.”

Contrary to his answer, Seo Dae-ryong was secretly worried about the sword dance.

This was a hastily issued order, so I haven’t been able to relay the exact circumstances, but I believe they’re evacuating the Magachon residents, as there’s a possibility the base is under attack.
If the base is in danger, it’s no different outside.

‘Little Master! Please be careful.’

At first, I regretted not following the sword dance.
But now, I consider it fortunate that I didn’t. There are people here I must protect. My son, my wife, my sister-in-law. Even if it means giving up my life, I will protect my family.

Jo Chun-bae gathered the necessities and left. Before leaving the entrance, he looked back.
He gazed anxiously at the wall on this floor. He hoped it would still be there when he returned.

When Jo Chun-bae emerged, those who had already arrived were already in an uproar. This was their first time evacuating like this, and everyone was tense and scared. They were muttering that war had definitely broken out.

Jo Chun-bae considered himself fortunate in one thing: his wife, Yang-in, was away at the home of her children, who had married.
He had lived long enough to have no regrets about dying, but what always weighed on his mind were his wife, who had suffered all her life, and his children.

“Those who have come from out of town should also come with you. And if any of the Magachon family members have gone out, please inform the officers of this quarter where they have gone. We will send a separate message to ensure they do not return for the time being.”

Despite the task of bringing in over a thousand people, everything went smoothly.
No one questioned or mistreated the executioners. Those who didn’t know would naturally assume they were afraid of the Mines, but that wasn’t the case.

If it weren’t for the deep bond they had with the Hwangcheon Pavilion warriors who had been there for them, or the small cult leader, they might have thought that the Demonic Cult was taking them away to harm them.

But now I believed. That they were doing this to protect themselves.

“Okay, everyone, let’s go to the main office.”

Hwangcheon-gak investigators went around each house to check if there were any people left.

They all followed the executioners into the Cheonmasin Church.
The Magachon residents were astonished by the magnificence of the Cheonmasin Church. Most of them were entering this place for the first time.

As we walked along the unmanned path for a while, we came across hundreds of makeshift tents.

“Even if the bed is uncomfortable, bear with it.”

The accommodation was provided with water, food, and other necessities to sustain them for a while.

“If you need anything, go to the blue tent over there and talk to them and they will take care of it.”

There were two people watching them from afar as they entered the church. They were Geom Woo-jin and Sima Ming.

After parting ways with Gowol, Sima Ming went straight to the cult leader and reported the appearance of the Thousand-Sal Star.
Geom Woo-jin’s reaction was exactly as Sima Ming had anticipated.

―Is that so?

Sima Ming knows. The leader of the sect didn’t believe in astronomy or the secrets of the heavens. He believed only in human will and the power of martial arts.

Yes, the cult leader would be happy if such a massacre appeared.

―A thousand-year-old star at a time like this? What a coincidence.

At those words, Geom Woo-jin nodded silently. He’d heard the suggestion to light a magic potion only the day before yesterday, and now Cheon Sal-seong had appeared.

“So, I want Magachon to be emptied. If he comes to the main camp, he’ll definitely pass through Magachon. If he’s born with the Thousand-Slayer nature, he might just wipe them out.”

Sima Ming was cautious. He might have wondered what all the fuss was about. He might have seemed scared.

And just because the Thousand-Salt Star appeared in the sky, it wasn’t likely that the Great Slaughter Star would appear immediately. No one knew whether it would come tomorrow, a month later, or next year.

Nevertheless, Geumwoojin readily gave his consent.

-I know.

That willing permission was unexpected, but the leader went one step further.

-Bring them all to our school and protect them.

When Sima Ming looked at him with a surprised expression, the leader said this.

“If we send those in Magachon away, won’t rumors spread that we’re preparing for this? Let’s handle it quietly.”

Sima Ming could tell. This was also an attempt to prevent anyone who came here from going to the Young Sect Leader.

-Yes, I will take action accordingly.

After going through this process, they were able to enter the school.

Then I heard people murmuring.

“Oh!”
“Look over there!”

From where they were looking, a group of minions were heading their way.
They were demonstrating a prayer far more intense than the ones they had seen entering the school grounds or the executioner.

Upon seeing the man at the forefront, the nearby enforcers bowed politely. The Magachon residents also bowed their heads at his appearance.

A man who was terrifying to behold was at the forefront.
He was Kwon Ma, a man with massive fists and muscles that looked ready to burst at any moment. Even without his intimidating face, Kwon Ma’s mere presence was enough to overwhelm everyone present.

Behind Kwonma, the Dongkwonmun’s iron fists marched out. They were the most powerful of the iron fists. Commanding the black fists was none other than the next Kwonma, Cheon So-hee.
Even with just the black fist, she was a master who could outmaneuver even the most skilled warriors. But when they all came out at once, the sheer awe was breathtaking.

Their eyes and demeanor were sharp, as if they were going to war.

The black swordsmen lined up in the martial arts arena, and the swordsman continued to walk towards the front of the black swordsman.

“I see you, Master.”
“Are you here?”

Geumwoojin congratulated Kwonma on reaching a new level.

“Congratulations.”

Kwonma bowed his head and respectfully clapped his large fist.

“thank you.”

That was the end of it. Even without further words, Kwon-ma knew that Geum-woo-jin was sincerely congratulating him. The two of them were on the same page, their hearts connecting even without words.

The people of Magachon, who had been watching, held their breath and watched the scene. Only now did they realize that the person standing in the distance was the cult leader.

Sima Ming looked at Geom Woo-jin and Kwon Ma standing side by side, and recalled their youth. Their youthful images overlapped with their current appearances.

Just then, another mine appeared again.
This time, the Magachon residents were struck by a different feeling.
While they had previously gaped in awe at the sight of Kwonma and Cheolkwon, this time, they clenched their jaws tightly shut in fear, swallowing their saliva.

This time, too, all eyes were on the man in the lead.
He was a handsome young man with an unparalleled youthful face, yet he held the most powerful deterrent to war in the martial arts world. He was none other than the Poison King.

The twelve poison pouches worn on his waist weren’t the usual cute zodiac signs. If those were cute, yet frightening, images, this time they were overtly scary.

The twelve pouches were painted with terrifying images of the twelve zodiac animals. The red-eyed rat was terrifying to behold, and the tiger looked ready to leap from its pouch and tear a human to pieces.

This poison sac was the one the Poison King carried when he went to war. Therefore, those who knew the truth could tell the Poison King’s state of mind just by looking at the sac.

Behind the Poison King, a merchant ship carrying nine venom sacs followed, followed by the poison sons of the Thousand Poisons.
Each of them carried a different number of venom sacs on their waists, but only those carrying at least five venom sacs stepped forward.

The poisonous sons lined up like iron fists, and the poisonous king walked towards Geom Woo-jin. The poisonous king, facing the cult leader, was not his usual preoccupied self.

“I’m here to see you, Master.”
“Welcome.”

He looked so young that when he stood next to Geumwoojin and Kwonma, he looked like his own son or nephew. However, his presence was no less impressive than Kwonma’s.

Just the two of them seemed to be enough to create a sense of tension, but then another figure appeared.
It was the leader of the Pungcheon cult, who appeared in a state of overwhelming prayer.
This was not the leader of the Pungcheon cult, who usually spoke nonsense. Now, he was the absolute leader of the Pungcheon cult, a newcomer.

He walked up to Geumwoojin, greeted him politely, and then asked.

“I’m trying to make up for all the food I’ve earned. Would you give me a chance?”

At the words of the leader of the Pungcheon sect, Geom Woo-jin nodded and answered.

“I would appreciate it if you could do that.”

Sima Ming felt a sense of surprise. Knowing what he knew about Geom Woo-jin, he would have politely declined. He told him to rest in peace, as this was a matter for the school.

But for some reason, he readily accepted my offer to help.

This time, another figure emerged.
A man who was no less imposing and imposing than any of the three masters who had previously appeared.
With his hair tied back tightly and a single sword in his hand, he was none other than the Sword King.

He walked out silently, his shoes on.
He was the type of person who would take them off and put them back on whenever he saw the cult leader, but this time he was wearing them, indicating his determination to fight alongside the cult leader.

When the Sword King respectfully bowed and bowed, Sword Woojin nodded silently.

Since he had promised the leader that he would help Geommu-geuk when he faced difficulties later, he had to stay with Geommu-geuk at the Cheonma Sect until then. From now on, whatever happened at the Cheonma Sect was his business.

As the four masters appeared, Geom Woo-jin gave an order to Sima Ming.

“Light the magic fire.”
“!”

Sima Ming was astonished. He understood why he had summoned the two demon lords and accepted the help of the Fengtian Sect Leader and the Sword King.

But you’re saying you’re going to smoke a magic candle? The leader said he wouldn’t smoke a magic candle because if the main church became impregnable, they’d go to the sub-leader.

At that moment, Sima Ming knew.

‘Ah! The cult leader is leading these four masters out of the main sect to block the enemy in Magachon!’

I had intended to do so from the moment I gave permission to empty Magachon.

This is something the enemy doesn’t care about knowing. In fact, they probably want to know.

Cheonma came out of the main sect and is in Magachon with a small group of people.

It is to tell the enemy to come towards you.

Sima Ming believed that Geom Woo-jin’s judgment was correct.
If he were a master of the kind who could invade the main camp, and if he were a man born with the Heavenly Elemental, then even if his subordinates tried to attack, it would only result in unnecessary casualties. The enemy would simply kill them and use them in the fight.

If Geumwoojin were the type of person who would sacrifice all of his subordinates to weaken the enemy’s power, then stopping them in the church would be a better option, but the leader is not that kind of person.

The stronger the enemy, the more likely it is that a man will take the lead. That person is a cult leader.

Because he knew the leader better than anyone else, Sima Ming calmly followed his will.

“Yes, please leave the rest to me.”

Geom Woo-jin and Sima Myeong’s gazes met in mid-air.

‘Please be careful, Master.’

Geom Woo-jin nodded once and then took a step forward.
He walked away, followed by Kwon Ma and Dok Wang on either side. The leader of the Pungcheon sect and Geom Wang followed behind.

As they walked out, the miners and Magachon residents all bowed their heads.

Sima Ming gave orders to his accompanying troops who were waiting a short distance away.

“Blow the magic fire.”

Not long after the military personnel ran off somewhere.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A heavy drumbeat began to resonate throughout the Cheonmasin Church. Fire erupted from the brazier held high by the demon statue.

At the same time, prepared formations and institutions began to operate.
They would deploy formations to protect the tents of the Magachon residents.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Five people stepped out of the Cheonma Shingyo, which had begun to transform into an impregnable fortress.
Even just one person possessed the power to turn the Central Plains upside down.

Originally, Geom Woo-jin would have come out alone to face his opponent. Or, perhaps, he and Kwon Ma would have come out together, reminiscing about the old days.
However, he brought them all out because of Geommu-geuk.

“There was something my son was afraid of all along.”

This opportunity also allowed Geom Woo-jin to confirm. With the appearance of the Thousand-Sal Star, he was able to understand why his son had worked so hard, why he had striven so desperately to become so powerful.
It seemed his son had known this being would appear.

The four people standing behind him also had a deep connection to the Geommu Theater. Therefore, they understood better than anyone what Geom Woo-jin was saying.

“If it was something he was so afraid of, then I shouldn’t neglect it.”

It was consideration and faith for his son.

If you’re that afraid, I’ll deal with you carefully too.

Geom Woo-jin looked back at the four people standing behind him. These people were the kind of people who never backed down from a fight, no matter where they went. They would flinch if he told them he was the third person in the room, not the second.

“This fight is neither for the school nor for the martial arts world.”

Geum Woo-jin added calmly with a calm look in his eyes.

“I plan to erase him for my son.”