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Taejonbirok Volume 11 Episode 22
Chapter 67: The Lazy Man, Attacked (2)
"Protestantism?"
“Did the author just say that he is a new religion?”
Cheongyeongja's beard trembled.
It's a new religion.
Isn't that what the demonic cult members call themselves? So is the author saying that he came out of the demonic cult?
People began to murmur from all sides.
Cheongyeongja felt her breathing becoming more rapid.
A new religion! No, a demonic religion! Why is that name being mentioned here and now?
Gwangmu-ryang looked around the noisy surroundings and opened his mouth quietly.
“I forgot.”
Gwangmu-ryang's voice was majestic.
Unlike the feeling of the Demonic Cult, where you could feel the sharpness of a blade and the sound of a horn coming from the throat, Gwangmu-ryang's voice was majestic and grand like that of a general running through a battlefield.
“You have forgotten us. You have treated our names as if they should not exist. You have ignored the fact that we are crouching in the mountains. You have consoled yourself that someday will not be now.”
The voice of Gwangmu-ryang began to resonate through the volcano.
“You have forgotten, but we have not forgotten. And now we will remind you of what you have forgotten.”
A shock swept through the room like lightning.
“Oh, is this the Demonic Cult?”
“Why is the Demonic Cult here!”
The Woongseong Dam grew larger.
What had been a festival ground just moments ago was suddenly engulfed in fear.
The shock given by the name of the Demonic Cult was that great. Those here had already experienced the war with the Demonic Cult or had grown up hearing about that war.
When someone claiming to be a member of the Demonic Cult appeared before these people, there was bound to be confusion.
thud!
At that moment, a loud noise rang out and the people's eyes were focused on one place.
Cheongyeongja, the long-legged volcano, glared at Gwangmu Ryang with a stern face.
“Are you from the church?”
“Yes, that’s right, Volcano Jangmun-in.”
“Do you know Nodo?”
Gwangmu-ryang nodded.
“Where is the warrior who does not know the great swordsman of the world, the long swordsman of Hwasan? I know him.”
“Just your words are an honor.”
Cheongyeongja's words were very polite, but her tone was not polite at all. If the opponent was a member of the Demonic Cult, they would never mix with each other, like water and oil. No, even that kind of statement is not enough. Gangho and the Demonic Cult are no different from mortal enemies.
“Why did the religious figure come all the way here? It doesn’t seem like he came all the way here to congratulate me.”
Gwangmu-ryang smiled brightly.
“Why do you think so? Does it mean that you will not accept the congratulations of the new religion?”
“Isn’t it your choice whether or not to receive congratulations?”
At Cheongyeongja's words, Gwangmu-ryang turned his head and looked at Baekgeomyeong.
“What do you think?”
Baek Geum-yeong said as if it was no big deal.
“There is no way to refuse a sword.”
“Hahaha, you are a great man. Then I must bless you in the name of the new religion…….”
He scratched his chin as if he felt sorry for the lack of money.
“Unfortunately, I have neither the authority nor the position to represent the name of the church, so I can only congratulate you personally. I am just a mere swindler.”
Baek Geum-yeong couldn't help but laugh at those words.
'You're a savage?'
That person?
This is an impossible situation.
How could it be common sense that a lackey of the Demonic Cult would barge into a competition where the Hwasan and other leading sects from around the world were gathered and holding a competition and open his mouth?
The moment you reveal yourself as a member of the Demonic Cult, it is not strange that you are subdued and sent to the Brain Prison or torn to pieces on the spot.
But that wasn't happening.
Are the people gathered here so compassionate?
you're welcome.
The gentle, emanating waves of energy are holding them back, preventing them from making any rash moves.
Just meeting eyes made my heart tingle. The prayer felt from Gwangmu Ryang was far beyond Baekgeom Yeong’s expectations.
'Is this the devil's cult?'
I thought I knew how these people, who were nothing more than a single force, could fight a fierce battle against the world. It was impossible unless each and every one of them was an absolute master who transcended common sense.
If Gwangmu-ryang was a group that called itself a gang of thugs, then it was fully qualified to do so.
“Yeah. I think we congratulated each other?”
Cheongyeongja's voice rang out loud.
“Do you have anything else to say?”
“What should I do when I have finished talking?”
“Then shouldn’t you find something else to say? Like why you came all the way here alone, or how you’re going to live.”
Gwangmu-ryang slowly shook his head.
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“The long story is wrong.”
Cheongyeongja narrowed her eyes.
“I am not alone. I am not alone at all. The followers of the Protestant Church are alone, but not alone. And now they are even less alone!”
As soon as he finished speaking, people wearing black clothes appeared one after another on the roof of the pavilion.
'Where on earth!'
Cheongyeongja clenched her fists as she watched the demons reveal their appearance.
There were signs that suspicious figures were gathering, but weren't they all Green Forest people? Did the Demonic Cult hide behind them while the Green Forest was in action?
'no.'
It is impossible to move so timely. If that is the case, then we should assume that the Demonic Cult was moving the Green Forest in the first place.
So, it is impossible to imagine.
‘Why is the green forest… … .’
Although the Green Forest is classified as a black forest, it cannot be said that they are on good terms with them, but they are also a sect of the Central Plains. It was unimaginable that they would cooperate with the Demonic Cult.
Even if they fight over divided regions, they will unite when an enemy invades. How can a huge organization like the Green Forest become a lackey of the Demonic Cult?
Cheongyeongja bit her lips tightly.
What is important now is not the relationship between the Demonic Cult and the Green Forest. Even at first glance, there were over a hundred Demonic Cultists standing on the roof.
There must be at least a thousand unmanned personnel here.
so…….
'Overwhelmingly outnumbered.'
Cheongyeongja couldn't help but feel despair.
The number of demon cultists is said to be over a hundred thousand, but the number of Zhongyuan people is probably a hundred times that number. Even if you compare only the unmanned people among them, the difference would be that much.
However, most of those gathered here are spectators who came to watch, and they are probably the elite who were carefully selected. Since it was a later index competition, those who could be called the elite of the martial arts world were almost not in attendance.
The only ones they could trust were the elders of the volcano, and the disciples and children who had brought them with them, but it was impossible for them alone to stop a hundred demonic cultists.
At that moment, a voice of hope came to Cheongyeongja's ears.
“Looking at their dark appearance, they seem to be an airborne assault squad…….”
“Private school!”
Plum Blossom Sword Lord walked towards him with a stomping motion and spoke to Gwangmu Ryang.
“How is that dark guy?”
Gwangmu-ryang bowed his head after seeing the Plum Blossom Sword.
“I would like to see the elder Plum Blossom Sword Master. If you are referring to my predecessor, the Black Master, he has already returned to the Holy Flame.”
“Dead?”
“If you put it in your own words, yes.”
“Ugh, he went first.”
As Plum Blossom Sword Master spoke in a miserable tone, Gwangmu Ryang continued.
“My ancestors often spoke of the Sword Lord. They said that if it weren’t for the wounds from the Sword Lord’s sword, he would have lived ten years longer.”
“Who would say that!”
Plum Blossom Sword Master shouted, “Bam!” and lifted his top.
On his saggy side, revealed between his shirts, were five deep scars that looked like crawling earthworms.
“If I get fat, I won’t be able to live because of the scars he left behind.”
Gwangmu-ryang smiled broadly.
“Those were the times.”
The plum blossom sword master lost his temper.
“You know very well. So, did the guy who knew that bring those black guys here to reopen that era?”
“I know that you don’t have anything to say to me. Unlike the Sword Master who has the power to make decisions, I am simply following orders.”
“Follow the order…….”
Plum Blossom Sword Lord's fist was clenched.
“Whose orders do you take?! Who will fill the empty seat of the Great Demon Emperor?”
“That is not something for you to worry about, Your Majesty. It is something you just need to know.”
"embrace?"
Gwangmu-ryang's voice boomed.
“The new religion has been resurrected, and now it is your time to pay the price.”
The plum blossom swordsman let out a sigh.
'I thought it wouldn't be like that yet… … .'
In the end, they were complacent. However, we cannot say that this situation happened simply because they were complacent.
Because that's the kind of place the Demonic Cult was.
The Great Emperor, or Maje, was a great figure. Even though he was an enemy, he could not help but pay respect to the Great Emperor.
The Demonic Cult, having lost the Great Demon Emperor, was divided into four parts. It was impossible to imagine that someone would unite the Demonic Cult in such a short period of time, reestablish a command system, and create the power to invade the Central Plains.
That would only be possible if the newly emerged Demon Emperor was as good as the Great Demon Emperor of the past.
But who could have imagined that a figure as great as the Great Demon Emperor, who was considered the greatest of all time in the history of the Demonic Cult, would appear again in such a short period of time?
It was an unbelievable reality.
'But I have no choice but to believe it.'
Plum Blossom Sword Master quietly closed his eyes.
'There is no avoiding it now.'
The mountains and the earth would once again be stained with blood. Plum Blossom Sword Lord, who had intuited this fact, could not hide the sorrow flowing in his heart.
Standing before the start of a new war with a different position than in the past, Noh Geum-su clearly recognized his role.
“You didn’t come here just to chat leisurely, did you? You guys never end things with words.”
“Of course.”
“You are more patient than the Dark Lord of the past. That man has a very impatient temper, so it was difficult to even exchange a word with him. So, what are you going to do now? Do you have the courage to receive my sword?”
The Plum Blossom Sword Lord's hand touched his beloved sword.
Gwangmu-ryang burst into laughter when he saw that sight.
“Oh, Sword Lord.”
“…….”
“You forgot, you forgot. You spoke as if you knew us well, and yet you forgot us before anyone else.”
Gwangmu-ryang's voice grew louder and louder.
The voice now sounded like a blood-curdling scream, beyond sorrow.
“The new religion has honor, but the believers have no honor! The new religion has pride, but we have no pride. All we have is a desperate attempt to protect the dignity of the religion.”
Gwangmu-ryang declared, letting out a beast-like howl.
“From this day forward, the world will know that we have returned and will once again subjugate the world to the sanctity of the new faith. You will mark the beginning with your death.”
After finishing his declaration, Gwangmu-ryang looked around briefly and said.
“Get started.”
“Your name!”
At the same time, the believers who had climbed up to the roof began to rush down.
“Disciples of the Volcano, protect the people!”
“I obey your orders!”
Before anyone knew it, the disciples of the volcano had come running, and they all drew their plum blossom swords and faced the demon cultists.
volcano.
On the summit of the most formidable mountain in the world, a war heralding a new era was about to begin.