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Side story 181. Emptiness in the bloody wind (6)
“Gasp gasp!”
Yoo Sang-cheon breathing heavily.
His whole body was drenched in sweat. Do-heon waited calmly for Yoo Sang-cheon to calm down.
Yoo Sang-cheon said, panting.
“Are you, Lord Gwangma?”
“That’s right. I am Do-heon, the Lord of Madness. Who are you?”
“My name is Yu Sang-cheon, the tenth leader of the Yaksha Demons.”
A flash of color flashed across Doheon’s eyes.
‘If it’s Yoo Sang-cheon… … .’
He had already noticed the level of magic flowing through Yu Sang-cheon’s body.
He is a master at the peak, but he is still a youngster. He is at an amazing level for his age, but it is not an exaggeration to say that even in the peak realm, the difference between the highest and lowest points is extreme. Considering that, he could be called a young master who is just beginning to show his talent.
However, the magic hidden within his body was clearly a super-elevated magic. It was no less than the Eight Great Magic Arts of the New Sect.
Plus, the name is Yoo Sang-cheon, and he belongs to the Yaksha Commandery.
‘The grandson of Baekgol Shinma.’
Even though he knew that he was the grandson of a high person, Doheon’s attitude did not change.
“Yeah, what’s going on?”
Do-heon’s calmness somewhat soothed Yoo Sang-cheon’s anxiety.
Of course, he was still in a hurry.
“Let me get straight to the point. I heard that Lord Gwangma is close to Commander Iljokju and Icheonsangju.”
Do-heon’s eyes sparkled.
“however?”
“The second son of the second son is in danger. Please save him with the power of the mad horse.”
“… … ?!”
Although it was a completely different story, Do-heon could see the genuine urgency on Yoo Sang-cheon’s face.
“Is the situation so bad that we need an explanation?”
“Even at this moment, life and death may be uncertain. I am fighting a female master with a single-edged sword, and her skill far surpasses that of the two thousandths.”
A female high school student holding a single-edged hammer.
There is no specific explanation, but there is only one female master of the iron hammer in Shingyo who is strong enough to overwhelm Icheonsang.
‘Boron Witch? Greetings from the Gwanghyeol side!’
“At this point, there’s no need for an explanation,” Do-heon asked urgently.
“Where are you fighting?”
“It’s near Jamiru! In addition to that female high school student, there are also masters who use unique formations made up of living things!”
“It’s a murder-like barrier.”
Do-heon hurriedly called Hwang Mu-seok.
“Go to the head of the criminal law party and ask him to send the criminal law party members to Jamiru. Then, order all groups from the first to the third to assemble in the training grounds and prepare for battle. Right now!”
Hwang Mu-seok bowed his head bluntly.
“I obey your orders.”
At that moment, Yoo Sang-cheon looked at Hwang Mu-seok’s face.
A cold, seemingly indifferent face. Those gloomy eyes strangely bothered me.
But that was only a moment.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?”
“Don’t worry.”
“Good. Let’s go together.”
“Yes! Thank you!”
In this way, the mad horse army led by the mad horse leader Doheon advanced towards Jamiru.
Their fates diverged like that.
* * *
“Ugh!”
Choi Jeong’s face was filled with disbelief as he staggered back.
‘This can’t be happening!’
A third of the iron hammer she held was cut off cleanly and flew away.
It was unbelievable. Her hammer, which was filled with the power of the bankruptcy dynasty, had a hardness that surpassed that of the ten thousand years of iron. Even among the masters who played in the same super-high-level realm, I had never met anyone who could put even a single line of gold on the hammer.
‘How on earth!’
The sword that cut off the third of the hammer also cut through her upper body.
If it had gone in a little deeper, the entire left sternum to the collarbone would have been cut off. Naturally, all the blood vessels would have been destroyed, and the lung could have been ruptured by the penetration.
Her single eye shakes as a chill runs down her spine.
She raised her head and looked at Lee Cheon-sang.
Gulp.
More blood was flowing from Yicheonsang’s nose and mouth. However, considering the impact of the collision, he looked completely fine.
“you……?!”
That was when.
Dismissed!
There were countless cracks on the blade of the Baekgoldo sword that Lee Cheon-sang was holding.
Although it had the strength of a treasured sword, the best iron mace was also a weapon worthy of being called an infantry weapon. With the clash of internal energy that exceeded the limit, it was not surprising that the sword cracked.
but.
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Thud thud thud!
The cracked, gray blade shattered and fell to the ground.
And inside it, there was another blade hidden.
A real blade hidden by an exoskeleton that appears to be made of bone.
The unusually wide and thick exoskeleton of the Baekgoldo was broken, revealing a blade so black that it could even absorb the darkness.
A black blade reminiscent of a pitch-black night, with a more slender and elegant form than the Baekgoldo.
That wasn’t all.
Hwaaaaaaaah!!
The momentum emanating from the black blade spread throughout the area in an instant.
“omg!”
Choi Jeong-eun swallowed the wind without realizing it.
It wasn’t just her. The twenty or so masters who had formed the wall of death were also startled and took three or four steps back. The murderous aura emanating from the sword was so fierce that it shook their formation for a moment.
‘… … .’
That vicious murderous intent also affected Lee Cheon-sang.
Excessive murderous intent can destroy a person’s spirit. He had heard that many times, but he had never wavered in the face of the murderous intent of the enemies he had faced so far, and instead remained indifferent.
It’s different now.
The murderous intent of the black blade with the double-sided skull was so intense that even the two-faced man would momentarily think about letting go.
The blade whispered.
‘Open.’
I couldn’t tell if he was really whispering like a human, if his intentions were being conveyed, or if he was just crazy and possessed by a desire to live.
‘Open me up.’
Strength entered Lee Cheon-sang’s hand holding the blade.
Without realizing it, he used the Red Phoenix True Name Magical Skill as instructed by the demon soldier, pouring out the vibration-filled magic energy through the hilt of his sword.
Pasa sak!
Once broken, the exoskeleton crumbled so easily.
And so, a black sword appeared.
Whoosh whoosh!
As it fully revealed itself, the murderous aura it exuded became more vicious.
Black-gray flames swirled around the black blade. It was not an illusion, but a real thing. The venomous killing intent that the horseman had been holding in himself was released, and that poisonous killing intent erupted in the form of flames.
A hyper-dense, life-threatening situation so severe that it can be categorized.
Even though Lee Cheon-sang felt a burning pain in his palm, he could not put down the sword.
The sword spoke to me. That’s what it felt like.
‘Kill him.’
Lee Cheon-sang answered without knowing it.
“He’s a tough opponent.”
Then the sword spoke again.
‘If you can’t kill, change yourself so you can kill.’
What on earth does that mean?
The moment he tilted his head in puzzlement, Lee Cheon-sang’s body became stiff as if he had been struck by lightning.
Ugh! Ugh!
On the back of Lee Cheon-sang’s hand, where he was holding the sword, thick veins kept twitching.
The murderous intent emanating from the black sword entered Lee Cheon-sang’s palm. However, the power was so strong that even Lee Cheon-sang’s magic could not stop it.
The killing energy passed through my arms, shoulders, and neck in an instant.
Lee Cheon-sang opened his eyes wide without realizing it.
‘no!’
The will to live was so strong that it made me hesitate.
But he couldn’t stop it any longer. Although he had an enlarged upper body, this black horseman was a horseman among horsemen who had grown up together with the past heyday of the Heavenly Demon.
The true form of the magician is now known to only a very small number of magicians.
The long-suppressed murderous intent and the will of the demon soldiers who had been chasing the world together with their master awakened the absolute power that had surrounded the upper chamber of the Heavenly King.
Kwarrrrrrung!
Thunder and lightning flashed in a corner of my head.
He had put to sleep the power he had not been able to control with great enlightenment and strong will. However, this demon and killer easily awakened the dormant power.
The previously indifferent eyes of Lee Cheon-sang turned red like blood.
It looked like it was torn apart like a ghost’s. The eyes of the two heavenly beings, emitting a blood-red light, were not those of a human.
Kwakwakwang!!
The ground around Icheonsang began to burst as if hit by artillery fire.
Choi Jeong’s mouth fell open.
‘What is that?!’
Overflowing magic and uncontrollable power are released from the body, causing tremendous shock to the earth.
It wasn’t a flash. It was just a surge of power, but it was powerful enough to shatter the ground.
And what is the density of that magic?
Saaaaaaaah!!
Thick and rich.
It was explosive and majestic like an active volcano, but it was also quiet like a beast watching its prey from the bushes.
The large and strong upper body, like a wall of steel, was rather the perfect place to release this power. This evil energy was so vicious that it could crack even the upper body of a top-class master, but the upper body of the two-thousand-sang was easily able to withstand it.
‘It’s red.’
It looks red to the world.
And in the red world, the presence of enemies that had to be defeated was gloomy.
‘This magic is… …?’
It was a blood vessel energy.
The energy that was attacking the upper trance was turned into a barrier, but the melted barrier was actively using the upper trance to release its power.
The moment the blood energy burst out, Geumgang Yachamagong, Hyeolhwamagong, Pocheon Geummagong, and Jeokbong Jinmyeongmagong all held their breath. They looked like subjects trembling in fear at the presence of an unmanageable tyrant.
What’s even more surprising is that he didn’t go crazy even though the blood clot machine was in operation.
I felt a little dizzy and my head felt quite heavy.
But the other person, the situation, the state was recognized. That alone was surprising.
Lee Cheon-sang glared at Choi Jeong.
“omg!”
Choi Jeong-eun took a three-stroke step back without realizing it.
Her face turned bright red as she realized he had backed off, but she couldn’t face him up close.
‘What the heck is that kid… …!’
A murderous intent and magic of such immense density that it frightens even those who are called madmen.
The level of this magic was truly astonishing. As a vessel of the highest level master, it was emitting magic energy that exceeded the density of true energy of the highest level master.
‘Could this energy be the ultimate demon… …?!’
No, that’s not true. She’s seen the aura of a true master of extreme magic many times.
But it was true that it was a scary aura that made me think of the ultimate evil for a moment.
When Choi Jeong swallowed her saliva.
“Why are you stepping down?”
Lee Cheon-sang’s voice was different from before.
I felt lethargic and tired. The very way I spoke sounded wet and sagging.
“Weren’t you ordered to kill me?”
“… … !”
“Are you scared?”
“… …Shut up!”
Although he was intimidated by his opponent’s power, Choi Jeong’s madness did not die.
It was a great humiliation to be frightened by the unknown aura of an enemy of a lower level than oneself. For Choi Jeong, who lived solely on pride, Lee Cheon-sang’s provocation was something he could not just ignore.
“This time I’ll blow your head off!”
Choi Jeong ran towards Lee Cheon Sang, cursing.
And this is Cheon Sang.
He simply swung his pitch-black blade into the air.
Crunch!
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“… … ?!”
The top floor room of the exploded Homiru.
Baekheon exchanged intangible attacks to prevent Baekgol Shinma from leaving, and Baekgol Shinma exchanged intangible attacks to shake off Baekheon and go to Icheonsang.
The timing of the attack was perfect and the strength was equal, creating a storm-like force field between the two.
In a storm of magical power that will never disappear unless someone steps down.
The two felt a single, vicious, murderous note coming from Jamiru’s direction.
Baekheon’s eyes deepened.
“Is this your doing?”
“It’s my doing, but it’s also not my doing.”
“What nonsense is that?”
The eyes of the White Bone Demon twitched.
It was a strange expression, like a smile or a cry. It was a strange expression that seemed astonished, relieved, or resigned at the same time.
“The Black Flame Night Sword has awakened.”
“… … Could it be the Lacquer Night Sword?”
“That’s right.”
“I think Chilyado is in Cheonma Byeongchang.”
“That’s also the Seven Nights. But the real one is something else.”
“… … ?!”
“The Seven Great Heavenly Demons held two swords, the Seven Night Swords. One of them was said to be the ancient killer and magic weapon, and it was said to have absorbed all of his cruel power.”
“… … !”
“Treasures follow their masters, using destiny as a guide. If you become a vessel that can handle them, the treasure will cry out in joy.”
“What if the bowl doesn’t work?”
The White Bone God closed his eyes.
“It’s ruin. As always.”