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Episode 1020. What did you just say? (5)
Yang Kun, the head of the Hangang branch of the Black Ghost Fortress, turned his head slightly.
‘I thought I heard something.’
He thought he could hear the faint sound of thunder crashing in the distance, but he quickly turned his head away again. He didn’t have the energy to worry about trivial things right now.
“My head hurts.”
As long as the Sapae Lienju is occupying the Yangtze River, the Black Ghost will also make a decision sooner or later. Depending on what decision the Boju makes, it will be up to him to bow his head and surrender to the Maninbang who swallowed up the waterway, or to fight a decisive battle.
‘No, no.’
If you live, you will realize that things in this world are not always so extreme. Maybe we can just maintain the framework of a private relationship while maintaining an appropriate distance between us while still having feelings for each other.
Perhaps that is the most realistic prediction.
“The more I think about it, the more my head hurts.”
Yangon let out a deep sigh.
To be honest, he didn’t really want to worry about shaking up the situation in the world of Jianghu. He was worried that his head would split just from managing Hangzhou well and occasionally hunting down Haomen followers who were hiding in the back alleys and trying to reclaim Hangzhou.
Yangon is one of those wise men who know very well that knowing your subject and being content with what you have is the way to become a winner in life. But unfortunately, those who are part of an organization are not given the option.
“I wonder what decision the Lord will make… … .”
Yangon, who had been muttering to himself, smacked his lips.
In fact, the situation in Gangho and Nabal may not be that important. What is important to Man-geum-dae-bu is which choice will be most beneficial to Heuk-gwi-bo.
However, it was difficult for Yangon’s head to dare to predict which side would bring more wealth to Heukgwibo in the future.
“Phew.”
He ended up shaking his head.
Whatever choice I make, I hope it doesn’t turn out to be a bloodbath. Now that I’m in the final years of my life, I absolutely cannot stand to go out on the battlefield and die a violent death.
It was at that very moment that Yangon was about to stamp his seal on the document.
bang!
The door burst open and a pale-faced man rushed inside.
“Hey, branch manager!”
“What’s going on?”
Yangon pretended to have a cold expression and rebuked him.
“Ha, some crazy guys have appeared in the downtown area of Hangzhou. These, these crazy guys are killing people without distinction of age or gender.”
“what?”
Yangon jumped up from his seat.
No matter how much they are savages, they must prevent cruelty from happening in their own territory.
Moreover, Man-geum-dae-bu is a person who knows the simple truth that people are money. In Hangzhou, which is managed by Heuk-gwi-bo, if people who are like money die? That will all be the responsibility of Yang-gun, the Hangzhou branch manager.
“Which crazy bastards dare to do this in Hangzhou!”
A spark flew into Yangon’s eyes.
Those who have made a decent living in the world of martial arts do not dare to cause trouble in Hangzhou. Causing trouble within the territory of the Black Ghost will mean turning the Black Ghost into an enemy.
But sometimes, there are people who don’t understand the state of affairs in Gangho and do things like this because they don’t understand the invisible balance of power.
“Gather all the children together.”
“Huh? Uh, everything?”
“okay.”
Yangon gave a cold rebuke.
“I felt like the atmosphere was getting a bit loose lately. I guess we need to straighten things out.”
“Oh, I understand!”
“Move!”
“yes!”
A soft sigh escaped Yangon’s lips as the man rushed out.
“Tsk.”
He scratched his head with a tired look on his face, quite different from before.
“What kind of kids are these again?”
In fact, even though I gave him the order while shouting, he wasn’t particularly angry. Just as bees swarm flowers, Hangzhou’s night streets attract young people who think they are strong. It’s a familiar thing. This time, if you just sort it out, it’ll be fine.
However, revealing his inner thoughts to his subordinates is a separate matter.
He was good at separating inner and outer appearances.
“I guess we’ll have to establish some discipline for once.”
So Yangon left the room with a light heart.
“… … Branch Manager.”
“… … .”
“Hey, branch manager. What the heck is this… … .”
Yangon looked at the scene before his eyes with a dumbfounded look.
It was when he first encountered the crowd of people running away in fear that he realized things were not as simple as he had thought.
Hangzhou is a city of pleasure. As such, it is a place where incidents big and small inevitably occur. It is just something to watch for entertainment, such as a few people dying in the street fights.
And I swear, ever since Yangon became the branch manager here, he has never once seen the people of Hangzhou so terrified.
He was momentarily surprised, but then he steeled his resolve. He said that no matter what happened before his eyes, he would never be surprised and would respond calmly.
but…….
That firm resolve melted away the moment he faced the situation in Hangzhou.
“… … This is… … Uh… … .”
Yangon’s hands were trembling.
Everything in sight was crushed.
The trees, the buildings, the land, and even the people who were inside them.
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Among the wreckage of the buildings, which had been torn apart as if by a terrible typhoon, limbs of people who had clearly been alive just moments before were scattered. People had been torn apart along with the buildings.
“Ugh!”
The sound of someone retching pierced my ears.
They are Sapa. They have no particular aversion to killing. Yangon also cannot count the number of people they have killed to get to this point.
but…….
What he had committed was murder.
That is, when Yangon killed someone, he clearly recognized that the person he was killing was a ‘person’.
But what is this sight?
Can this scene, where broken walls and roofs, pillars and piles of dirt are haphazardly mixed and mixed with something that was alive, really be called ‘murder’?
‘no…….’
This is a disaster.
To sweep away the living and the non-living indiscriminately like this is something only an emotionless being could do.
Again. Again.
Blood dripped from the fingertips of the corpse that was sticking out from the rubble. Even Yangon shut his mouth as nausea welled up inside him.
The sleepless city of Hangzhou.
If you were to look at this sight from the sky, one corner of the wide expanse of light would be darkened as if bitten by an animal.
What separates beasts from humans. Yangon thinks it’s light. No beast can create light like humans.
Darkness has fallen here, meaning there are no more humans here.
“What crazy people… … .”
Yangon suddenly came to his senses at someone’s groan-like words.
Yes. This is something that someone did. Which means that the person who created this ridiculous sight is not too far from here.
When I thought about it, goosebumps ran all over my body.
‘What should I do?’
Should I run away or attack?
If we judge it normally, we should find him and attack him. He is the branch manager of the Black Ghost Guard responsible for this port.
But in the face of this utterly devastating sight, doubts about even the most obvious judgments began to take hold.
Could a human really create such a sight? A person wearing a turban?
If you attack such a being… … .
“Branch Manager!”
Yangon, who was lost in thought, was woken up by someone calling him loudly.
“I, I… … .”
So Yangon saw.
A world where everything is mixed and dyed in ashen gray. At the end of that space, which is immersed in deep darkness except for the light visible in the distance, someone wearing a blood-red robe is slowly approaching.
Yangon could tell intuitively.
I am the author.
The author is the villain who did all this.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Yang-gon, who was staring at the red robed man who was calmly approaching him, flinched involuntarily and took a step back. As a result, his back hit the chest of the person standing behind him.
It would be shameful to retreat in fear at the sight of the enemy. But Yangon did not have the energy to worry about saving face right now.
His face gradually turned pale.
I’ve overcome countless crises to get to this point, but I didn’t know what to do in this situation.
All he could do was to borrow the might of the strongest thing he knew.
“Hey, you know this is the territory of the Black Demon and you’re still doing this!”
Then the man who had been walking slowly stopped.
He slowly raised his head. The moment he met his bloodshot eyes, Yangon felt his heart pounding and hurting.
“… … Black Ghost?”
The man muttered absentmindedly.
“Was there such a place… … .”
“… … Yes, you… … .”
“It doesn’t matter.”
The moment Yangon was about to say something more, the man cut him off without thinking.
“No matter what your affiliation is, no matter what your gender is, no matter what your age is… … none of that matters. What matters is that you are alive now.”
“… … .”
Yangon was at a loss for words for a moment. The man spoke in a flat voice.
“Looking at you… … they seem to be quite famous. That’s good.”
Someone called Yangon like a scream.
“Hey, branch manager!”
Yangon, startled for a moment, looked around with bloodshot eyes. A group of people wearing black clothes had suddenly appeared and surrounded them.
‘When on earth…?’
“Kill them all.”
As soon as the man finished speaking, a vicious murderous aura poured out from all directions. It was more like something raw, like something from a hungry beast, rather than the murderous aura that a human would exude.
As the suffocating and stifling energy surged forward, a group wrapped in magic rushed towards Yangon and his men like a black wave.
“Eww!”
“AAAAAHHHH!”
The man in red robes, who had been quietly watching them as they began to be swept away in an instant, slowly turned around.
At that moment, a monster wrapped in black clothes knelt down on one knee in front of him. His head was bowed down cautiously, as if he couldn’t even look him in the eye.
“Your Excellency.”
“… … What is it?”
“Are you thinking of doing something weird?”
The cold gaze of the one called the bishop poured down on the back of the prostrated man’s head.
“If you have any complaints, go back now. I will not take your life.”
“How could I complain? I am a follower of the bishop. However… … According to the divine message, we must remain hidden and await his second coming… … .”
“Are you going to repeat the same old, boring words from the church?”
“I just… … .”
“That’s stupid.”
The bishop rebuked him coldly.
“If He is so omnipotent that He can find us, who have hidden themselves so well, why did He meet His doom at the hands of those infidels?”
“that…….”
The man couldn’t answer easily.
No matter what he said, it would be against the doctrine. He was not yet in a high enough position to be able to clear himself of the stigma of being an apostate.
“Don’t doubt!”
The bishop’s bloodshot eyes glowed with blood.
“If we truly call ourselves His faithful servants, it would be natural for us to make our presence known to Him!”
“… … .”
“Kill and kill everything you see. So that no one in the world can know that we exist here. The blood of those you kill, the sacrifices you offer, will be the one light we offer to Him. Only then will we truly witness His second coming.”
“I will follow.”
The bishop turned around, his robe fluttering.
The religion simply endures and endures. It simply waits and waits, waiting for the survivors to die and the new born to grow old.
He couldn’t stand it any longer.
‘If He has truly returned, He will surely respond to our voices.’
certainly.
Because that is God’s duty.