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Taejonbirok Volume 27, Episode 8
Chapter 144: The Sluggard, Trembling (3)
White streaks of light, like meteors, decorated the sky above the volcano.
'That's?'
Cheongyeong's eyes widened.
The identity of the incoming meteor was a human. White-robed warriors, rising from behind, sprayed black auras as they flew toward the Demonic Cult.
Who is it?
There were no more people coming.
Everyone who could come from Shaanxi and Sichuan has arrived, and it will still be a long time before the Jeongmu Alliance arrives. So who exactly are they?
“Bae, it’s Baekgeomseong!”
“Baekgeomseong?”
Cheongyeong's face became slightly dazed.
Why did Baekgeomseong come out here?
'Baekgeomseong must be with Jeongmu Alliance right now?'
I had already received word that the war between Baekgeomseong and Jeongmu Alliance had ended. However, considering the distance between Luoyang and this place, it wasn't yet time for Baekgeomseong to arrive.
And even if they had rushed here in a hurry, why was it that only Baekgeomseong arrived and Jeongmu-maeng was nowhere to be seen?
At that moment, a person jumped in front of Cheongyeong.
“Jang Moon-in!”
“Hey, you?”
“This is Baekgeomyeong of Baekgeomseong.”
“How did you get here?”
Baek Geom-yeong paid tribute to Cheong-yeong.
"The Lord has told us to go first and help Hwasan. I've brought the elite of the Baekgeom clan with me, so please let me help."
Please help me.
I feel like I want to borrow a cat's paw, but where is the permission and self-sufficiency?
“The Lord… has great insight.”
"How could I possibly know the depth of His Majesty's intentions? I can only guess that He judged this path to be the path for the good of the world."
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Although he said that, Cheongyeong did not completely stop looking at him with suspicion.
Baekgeomseong has already joined hands with the Demonic Cult once.
If such people appear in a place where there is a battle with the Demonic Cult, and you believe them without any doubt, then you are not qualified to be the leader of a sect.
Baek Geom-yeong spoke first, perhaps having guessed Cheong-yeong's feelings.
"The main forces of the Jeongmu Alliance and Baekgeomseong are rushing to provide support. Until then, we will fight together."
Baek Geom-yeong turned his head slightly backwards.
Not for myself to see. It's to give Cheongyeong time to confirm with her own eyes.
Indeed, the Baekgeomseong warriors who had rushed into the battlefield were fiercely attacking the demonic cult with their swords. Their participation dramatically reversed the situation, which had been dragging them down.
At this point, there was no room for doubt.
"I'll join you too! I told you to follow the Jangmunin's orders as top priority, so please take command at your convenience. Okay!"
Cheongyeong sighed as she watched Baekgeomyeong turn around and run towards the main gate.
'What on earth is Baekgeomseongju thinking?'
The fact that they have arrived now means that they have withdrawn their elite troops and sent them here in advance of the final battle with the Jeongmu Alliance.
If Baekgeomseongju had intended to lead the war against Jeongmu Alliance to victory, he would never have done such a thing. Doesn't that mean he never intended to overthrow Jeongmu Alliance in the first place?
'Then why did you do that?'
I couldn't understand it at all.
But that wasn't important right now. What mattered was holding back the onslaught of the demonic cult that was now surging like a tidal wave.
Even though Baekgeomseong has joined, it's still a demonic cult. Stopping it won't be easy.
“Plum inspectors, support the main gate!”
As soon as Cheongyeong's voice burst out, the plum blossom swordsmen drew their fire swords and rushed forward.
'There are limits.'
Cheongyeong's face still didn't seem to brighten.
The Demonic Cult's offensive was terror itself.
There is no one who did not risk his life.
Everyone here is literally fighting for their lives. The moment the volcano and Shaanxi are breached, they will be on a death-defying run toward the Central Plains.
'As someone who has mastered martial arts and is a master of chivalry, I would rather die than see that sight.'
I don't consider myself a collaborator. As the leader of the volcano, I've done many dirty things and have been accused of countless things.
But that doesn't mean there was no agreement in my heart.
Isn't that the case for everyone?
Not everything we encounter in life can be resolved through negotiation. A person can be the worst of all to some, yet be a benefactor and hero to others.
If there was even a shred of agreement left in his heart, this was something he could never back down from.
Even if this is their last moment.
“If I could be born in a volcano and die in a volcano, wouldn’t that be a good thing?”
Cheongyeong stood up from his seat and drew his sword.
There's no need for further command. Now is the time to wield your sword, not your mouth.
“Plum blossoms don’t wither!”
Cheongyeong ran forward without hesitation.
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“These devils!”
Dark King Dangcheon-gun gritted his teeth and sprayed his flying needles in all directions. The venom-laced, green-glowing needles pierced the bodies of the black-robed demon cultists.
“Whew!”
“Ugh!”
A low groan escaped him, but that was all.
The minions rushed towards Tangcheon-gun without hesitation, even after being stung by the poison flowing into their bodies, as if it were nothing.
Dangcheon-gun's eyes became heavy.
'Still the same.'
I don't know the principle behind it, but these minions possess a certain degree of immunity to the Tang family's poison. That alone made dealing with the demonic cult a difficult task.
furthermore…….
“In the name of the Holy Spirit!”
“The new religion is immortal!”
Dangcheon-gun's face was distorted.
Even if you can withstand a certain amount of poison, the pain will remain. Furthermore, even with a weak poison, repeated exposure will ultimately lead to addiction.
But these guys were rushing at me as if they cared nothing about my life.
'This is the true horror of the Demonic Cult.'
Fanatic.
If the warriors of the Central Plains fought despite their fear of death, they had no fear of death in the first place. They believed that if they died fighting for the Demonic Cult, they would become one with the Holy Fire and enjoy eternal bliss.
What they desire is not glory in this world, but eternal life, achieved through death for the devil.
So there is no fear of death.
“Tsk.”
Tang Cheon-gun waved his hand. Pink sand gushed from his sleeve, engulfing the rushing demonic cultists.
“Whew!”
“Kwaaaaak!”
No matter how strong one is against poison, there is no way to survive being hit head-on by the Seven Steps Chasing Souls. This single blow rendered several demons immortal without even being able to raise a hand.
But that doesn't mean the situation is all good.
'To think we should waste this much poison on these little punks.'
Poison doesn't flow indefinitely. The poison he brought with him was rapidly dwindling.
The problem was that these guys had, unlike before, been pushing into Shaanxi. The Demonic Cult's path of advance had always been through Sichuan, and I expected it to be the same this time.
'Fucking bastards.'
This time, I'm going to send these demonic bastards to hell, and the organ formations and techniques I installed have become completely useless. Even now, I haven't been able to properly retrieve the poisons I installed in Danggata before I hastily sent them to Shaanxi for support.
“Blow it!”
With the shout of Tang Cheon-gun, poison and poison fly into the air.
All around is blackened with death and poison.
King Dangcheon narrowed his eyes as he watched the demon cultists jumping over the wall.
'Not good.'
If the battle continues like this, they will probably not see the sun rise tomorrow.
They were stronger than before. But the Demonic Cult was even stronger than them. They desperately built a defensive line, but the Demonic Cult was advancing faster than they were pushing back.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Ugh, ugh!”
The screams pierced his ears painfully.
No matter how much he hurled his poison and spit out poison, it was impossible to stop all of those who came rushing in.
Cracks inevitably occur.
What is heartbreaking is that the result of that rift is the death of children who would be so precious to us that we would not mind putting them in our eyes.
Dangcheon-gun gritted his teeth.
"This gate must be defended! Even if it costs you your life, do not let a single one of the demonic cult bastards back!"
“I obey your orders!”
His hands dig into his sleeves.
'My father and uncles must have felt this way too.'
What I fear isn't death. What I fear is that the Tang family's history won't continue into the future. Even if it means giving up my life here, I must protect the Tang family's children.
If only that could happen, even if he died here, his soul and will would be able to forever condemn the Central Plains through the blood of the Tang family.
“What are you guys doing! You idiots!”
Kwaaaaaaaang!
With a loud bang, the wall burst apart. Behind it, a massive man walked forward, gnashing his teeth.
“……Is it a fist demon?”
It wasn't hard to guess who the opponent was just by looking at his size and his fist, which was the size of a child's body.
“The Dark King Dangcheongun?”
“It’s an honor. The world’s greatest power knows my name.”
“Of course I know. But from this moment on, I don’t think I need to remember any more.”
Kwonma clenched his fist.
A rustling sound hits my ears.
“You will die here and now.”
“I agree with the statement that there is no need to remember. The dead have no need to remember anything.”
The horse bared its teeth and rushed at the dark king.
The dark king took out the Tangmun coin from his sleeve.
'I guess I'll have to take one arm.'
Even if it means risking one's life, one can at least cut off one arm.
“Don’t give way! Stay where you are!”
“Yes! Situation!”
The leader of the army, Bokho Shitae, shouted in a hoarse voice.
“These damn bastards!”
The western sects of the Central Plains have an unwavering hatred for the Demonic Cult.
The same was true for the Ami who had converted to Buddhism. No matter how much they sought to abandon their anger and embrace Buddhism, it was impossible for them to avoid harboring hatred toward the demonic cult that had killed their master and disciples.
“Die!”
The sight of an old woman with white hair swinging her dragon-headed staff while her hair fluttered was terrifying to look at.
With a series of glares, the Bokho incident blew off the heads of the demon cult members in one blow.
Incredible internal energy.
In all the world, you won't find anyone with a higher level of skill than him. No, you might find someone with a similar level of skill, but you won't find anyone who has practiced martial arts for a longer period.
As such, her background was beyond common sense.
“You filthy demonic bastards! Today, I will open the world of slaughter for you….”
“Hey, old people talk a lot.”
Step by step.
The shouting Bokho frowned and turned his head. He felt an ominous presence.
Bokho's situation was abrupt as he watched the white-haired Norma approaching him.
“Who are you!”
“Would it make any difference if I knew? I’d still die anyway.”
“……This guy!”
"I'll tell you this as a gift for the afterlife. I'm called Hwanma. Tell the King of Hell so, old man."
The body of the illusionary demon split into dozens of pieces and engulfed the situation of the restoration.