Absolute Regression Chapter 798

Episode 798: I Picked the Wrong Opponent

It really reeked of alcohol.
Heukno and Amno looked at each other and nodded simultaneously.
Without hesitation, the two unleashed their energy.

Oh my god.

Two massive blasts of energy flew towards the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jun. Even though it was an attack that would have killed the Heavenly Flower Lord if the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jun had avoided it, they struck without hesitation.

As they expected, the Sub-Honma-Jon guarded the front of Cheonhwa-Ruju until the end.

“no!”

The moment when Cheonhwaruju shouts.

Boom! Kwaang!

A series of heavy, loud noises were heard.

When I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again, the Sub-Honma-Jon was standing before Cheonhwa-Ru-Ju, completely unharmed.
Two ray of tension had flown in from somewhere, dispelling the attack.

My eyes and nose could tell who had helped.
Golden waves flowed through the dark, foggy space, and the smell of alcohol grew even stronger.

Two people entered.
A wave of unconcealed passion flashed across the face of the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon as she gazed at them. She had just moments before been prepared to die.
Even if she died carrying out the orders of the Young Master, how could she not fear death at such a young age?

Mabul, who came in first, spoke to her.

“Seobhon, you’ve worked hard.”

Has Mabul ever been this happy to see you?
The Demon Lord bowed his head politely and expressed his gratitude.

“Thank you for saving my life.”
“You could have stopped it on your own.”

Mabul said, looking up at the hollow ceiling.

“Why didn’t I think of that? We should have come down like this.”

Earlier, the black dragon was looking for a stronger dark energy and was falling down, breaking the floor and falling down to the floor where the horse and the devil were.

“Then wouldn’t it be tasteless?”

Chwima followed in, his breath reeking of alcohol.
Chwima glanced at Gaye, who was standing in the corner, then strode briskly toward the demon spirit.

At the appearance of the two, Heukno and Amno’s expressions hardened. The fact that Mabul and Chwima had already appeared here meant that the Dark Spirit had been defeated. These damned demon lords were truly on the rampage.

Chwima stopped in front of the Subhonmajon. Seeing the blood on her lips, he took something out of his pocket and handed it to her.

“Have a drink.”

What the drunkard handed him was a small bottle of liquor.
When the demon possessed him looked at him, he nodded with a drunken look in his eyes.
Without a word, the demon possessed opened the bottle.
He drank it down, taking in the aroma of the liquor wafting around him.

This wasn’t just any ordinary liquor. It was the most effective medicinal liquor for treating internal injuries.
I knew it the moment I took a sip.

‘It’s a precious drink.’

Indeed, it was. The moment the alcohol entered my body, it began to unwind my twisted and wounded energy and blood. I never knew they would give me such a precious drink so generously.

“I’ll treat you to a drink later.”

It was a precious drink that couldn’t be repaid with a single drink, but I expressed my gratitude anyway.

At her words, Chuma smiled pleasantly.

“My popularity is skyrocketing these days! People are lining up to buy me drinks. So-Chief, this is the kind of person I am!”

He had a face that made him want to meet the sword dance and show off.

The two old men who were watching this scene were displeased with the drunken horse. For him to act so carelessly while they were watching was clearly an act of disregard.

Meanwhile, tears finally flowed from the eyes of Cheonhwaruju, who had been watching from the side. They truly thought the Sub-Hon Ma-Jon was dying. They probably had no idea how grateful and reassuring it was for the two Ma-Jons to appear so promptly.

She bowed politely to the two demons. It wasn’t a thank you for saving her, but for saving the demon lord.

‘Thank you both so much.’

Chwima and Mabul didn’t say much to Cheonhwaruju. After all, it wasn’t they who had saved her today, but the Sub-Honma-Jun. The credit for this should belong entirely to the Sub-Honma-Jun.

Chwima was struck by the truly formidable power of the Demon Lord. Even though their last attack was a potentially fatal one, she didn’t dodge and protected the Thousand-Haired One. That’s why she willingly handed over her prized internal medicine.

After collecting the Soul Demon Lord, the drunken horse finally turned towards Heukno and Amno.

“We fought this one against two, so three against two, is that okay?”

Black Noh and Dark Noh had nothing to say about him.
Dark Noh displayed a cold demeanor.

“Not three, but four is possible. No, it doesn’t matter if all eight of you come.”

The drunkard laughed openly.

“Eight, when we were so scared of even one that we were going to join forces? I really want all the demon lords to line up in front of you. Even if your head is shattered by that huge fist, your eyeballs are punctured by the wind, and your internal organs are torn apart by the poison, oh my, I’m old and talking nonsense. Please spare me! Tears and snot are running down my face.”

Chwima pretended to ignore his opponent, but he was never letting his guard down.
The greed-destroying attack, unleashed throughout the ship, was reaching its peak. The enemy’s dark magic would be at its most powerful. While they had the numerical advantage, they also had the Thousand Flower Lord to protect. No one knew how this battle would unfold.

Chwima asked Mabul.

“Which side will you be facing?”
“I’m fine with anyone.”
“As expected! The composure of the strong!”

The drunkard asked the two old men directly.

“Which of you is stronger? The weaker one, let’s fight me.”

It seemed like a frivolous question, thrown out randomly, but it was a question intended to shatter the harmony between the two. That is, if each person secretly believes they are stronger than the other.

“This is a trick to divide us.”

Amno immediately grasped his intentions.
Then, Chwima spoke to Mabul.

“Please deal with the author. He is more careful, so I think his skills will also be superior.”

In this way, I was able to figure out who was the more cautious person, and I also succeeded in hurting Black Noh’s feelings by treating him like a commoner.

“Your Majesty, please support me.”

Chwima readily admitted that he was inferior in martial arts in this fight. He was not ashamed of his weakness.

Heukno spoke to Chwima with a cold gaze.

“There’s no need to match us like that. I’m not your partner.”

Heukno displayed a new dark summoning technique.

Beast Advent Technique.

As the beast-like monsters were summoned, their massive teeth were bared. As soulless summons, they were unattainable by the Soul Demon Lord.

The dagger was drawn. He showed no fear at all, even when confronted by those terrifying summons.

“If we’re going to do it, let’s invite people over so we can have a drink together.”

The moment he finished speaking, he charged towards the beast.

Heukno had been practicing summoning magic for many years and had faced countless enemies, but this was the first time he had encountered an opponent who charged at him so unprepared. Even the Demon Lord.

The beasts rushed towards the horse.

As their fight began, Amno walked towards Mabul.

“Can the light coming from your body really protect you?”

Mabul said quietly, folding his hands.

“It wasn’t this light that protected me. I protected this light.”

Wheww.

The dark energy flowing out of Amno’s body swirled around the two like a gust of wind, and they disappeared from there in an instant.

Phuuk! Phew! Phuuk!

The dagger of the drunken horse stabbed the beast repeatedly. It seemed like a reckless fight, relying solely on self-defense, but his divine techniques were truly demonstrating incredible power.

By destroying the Manpa Hoeryun, a whirlwind martial art previously demonstrated by the Byeokhaeshin Army outside the ship, he had succeeded in elevating the level of martial arts he had been struggling with recently.
The results were now being revealed.

The beasts seemed to be rushing in from all sides, tearing at his entire body, but he managed to narrowly avoid their attacks. The only thing that was ripped from Chwima’s clothes was his clothes, while the beasts’ entire bodies were torn apart by their attacks.
He stabbed the beasts that were rushing in from all sides with his dagger and kicked them. He stomped on the fallen beasts and even strangled them.

Heukno continued to summon beasts,
but the Demon Lord wouldn’t let him.

Slaying! Slaying! Slaying!

The tension that flew in caused the black dragon to stop summoning and fly backwards.

‘When did you recover from your injuries?’

Before he knew it, the horse had burst through the beasts and was charging. Standing among them, he felt like one of them. He even bit the dark beast’s neck, causing it to burst.

The Sub-Hon Demon Lord understood why the drunken demon was charging so furiously.
Normally, since they were meant to fight together, he should have chosen the stronger of the two, Dark Noh. However, he chose the comparatively weaker Black Noh.
His intention was to quickly dispatch him and aid Mabul.

That is why the Lord of the Underworld also actively supported the pursuit of magic.

Black Noh hid himself in the darkness as the drunken horse charged.
He used the Shadow Stealth Technique.
The longer he stalled, the better. Black Noh would surely return after killing Mabul.

“Are you being cowardly like this?”

Chuma tried to find it by raising his spirits, but the dark energy was so strong that it was not easy to find it.

Sweep sweep.

At that moment, a pattern was drawn in the air above the dagger of the drunkard. It was a pattern of a human eye drawn within a round circle.

Opening eyes at night.

It was the poisonous magic of the Demon Lord of the Sub-Hon, who sought out those hidden in the darkness.

Sharrrrrr.

It seemed as if the pattern had temporarily taken hold of the dagger of the drunkard. Then,
the pattern’s eyes flashed open.

* * *

Mabul stood in an empty space.
An unknown force held his body tightly. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move. Earlier, when the dark energy swirled around him like a gust of wind, he knew that some dark magic had been unleashed upon him.

Amno walked slowly towards him.

“Is there any need to fight with those lowlifes who beat up everyone like drunks?”

Mabul answered calmly.

“I was expecting a fight where everyone would get beat up.”
“Then I picked the wrong opponent.”

Amno slowly circled around Mabul, then looked behind him and said.

“Shadows contain the dark side of a person.”

Mabul could tell that what was holding him back was his own shadow.
His opponent was a dark magician who used shadows.

Mabul calmly looked for Amno’s shadow.

“Where is your shadow?”

There was no shadow of the dark.

“This is a place where shadows shouldn’t exist. It’s a place where shadows devour their masters. Just like you were just devoured.”

The dark magic that was unleashed upon Mabul was the magic that Amno was most confident in.

Soul Collapse Technique

“The wounds in your heart will destroy you.”
“What a common, trivial magic.”

A sneer appeared on Amno’s face, wondering if that was really true.

“One wound will multiply into a hundred. Humans will never be able to endure that pain.”

In short, it was a magical art with a set destruction law. If you endured it, you would be destroyed; if you couldn’t endure it, you would collapse.

“Mabul, you will die here.”

Originally, I had no intention of using the Soul Collapse Technique on Mabul.

“It was meant to be used on the young cult leader, but I guess I’ll be using it on you first.”

The more skilled the opponent, the better the communication. The stronger the person, the more likely they were to harbor a deep darkness.

“Then why don’t you save it and use it on the young cult leader?”
“Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

Ss …

In an instant, Mabul found himself in another dimension.
It was the small cave of his childhood. The place he always hid to escape the teasing of those around him.

A smile formed on Mabul’s lips at the very moment when the wound should have surfaced.
If this were his first time being struck by this magic, he would have fallen into a deep state of despair. If, as he said, the wound was amplified a hundredfold, would his sanity be able to withstand it?

If it were in the past.

“I’m talking about someone who brought me here first.”

Mabul left the cave on his own. There were no small wounds left, which could have been amplified a hundredfold.

Ss …

As the cave disappeared, the leader of the Fengchun sect appeared.
He spoke with a look of disappointment on his face.

“I thought we were friends. You abandoned our friendship for nothing more than power. That’s just the nature of you.”

Although he blurted out words that made him want to explode, Mabul responded calmly.

“We’ve already made up.”

For a moment, the leader of the Pungcheon sect made a bewildered expression and then slowly disappeared.

Ss …

Mabul repeated it to himself.

“Now the Grand Duke will appear too.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Geommuyang also appeared there.

“I couldn’t become the successor because of you! And yet, even then, you were still considering joining Mugeuk. Even now, you hide that disgusting feeling…”

Mabul strode briskly toward Geommuyang. He didn’t say anything else. Mabul gave him a firm hug.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. It’s all my fault.”

Mabul patted Geommuyang on the back. At this moment, Mabul was both an adult leading Geommuyang and a small giant.

Ss …

The black sheep disappeared from his arms.

Seeing things that I thought I had already overcome show up in tests like this made me realize that once you have a wound in your heart, it never goes away.

And Mabul confirmed that he had truly overcome those wounds.
No, he felt fortunate that these wounds existed.
They were traces of his life as a human being, not as a heartless demon. They were precious wounds.
And that’s why he was now able to say these words.

Scars, don’t erase them.

The next moment, Amno stood before me, his expression horrified. Blood was gushing from his mouth. His magic had been destroyed in an instant, causing him severe internal injuries.

“How can the soul-destroying technique be broken so easily?”

Amno had an expression of utter disbelief.

“How could this be?”
“Those wounded souls must have already become faint scars.”
“!” “
You’re right. You chose the wrong opponent.”

Of all the demons, he was the one who worked harder than anyone else to overcome emotional wounds, and so he was forced to use the art of soul collapse.

Mabul quietly made a hand gesture with his fingers.

“Did you say this is where shadows devour their masters?”

A bright light began to shine from Mabul’s body.

“Then where…….”

The light that was emitted began to push away the dark energy that had been taking over the place.

“Shall we look for your shadow?”