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Episode 1043. Die or be killed. (3)
The elite of the Black Demons instinctively drew their swords.
What I see before my eyes are demons rushing towards me in a frenzy.
What I could hear in my two ears was the beast-like howling of the demons.
My skin was sore from the magic they were spewing out, and a terrible smell of blood was seeping into my nose.
All five senses began to send out fierce warnings.
“Whew! Whoosh!”
A heavy breath poured out from her trembling lips.
at that time.
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
The demon cultists attacked the elite of the Black Demon Guard with an eerie scream that was hard to tell whether it was a human scream or an ear-piercing wail.
“Kill him!”
As if to prove that his reputation was not in vain, Black Ghost welcomed the cult members with great enthusiasm.
Oh my god!
A sword wrapped in powerful black energy was swung at an incredible speed.
A truly powerful sword, filled with the will to cut down all those who rush at him! Even though his body was tense, the sharpness of the sword was in no way inferior to his usual skills.
The devastating blow, like a flash of lightning, flew towards the arm of the Demon Cultist. It looked as if it would tear his arm off at any moment.
‘What? It’s nothing… … .’
The sword was mercilessly stabbed into the arm of the Demon Cultist without any deviation from his expectations. However, at that moment, the eyes of the Black Ghost Elite who had been wielding the sword widened to their limits.
Urgh!
His sword, which should have been cut off and returned, was stuck in the arm of the demon cultist and was shaking.
‘What, what… … ?’
It felt like cutting tough, sticky rubber with a dull wooden knife. It was a strange sensation that should never be felt when cutting a person’s arm, and it sent shivers down my spine.
Soon he saw.
The demon cultist who reached out to him without caring even though he had a sword stuck in his arm, and the lowly pleasure in his eyes.
Before I could even begin to comprehend what that sight meant, the cultist’s fingers dug into my skull.
Wood crack!
“AAAAAHHHH!”
The growling of the demon cult echoed in my ears. It was a beastly sound. It was a raw killing intent, as if a thick, foul smell would waft out at any moment.
“You dirty infidel!”
The demon lowered his hand that had been stuck in his skull, madness radiating from his eyes. His magically imbued nails tore at the human face, bone by bone.
Kkwadduk!
“Ewww!”
A desperate scream rang out.
It was only natural. Anyone would scream like that if their entire face was ripped off.
“My, my face! Aaaah! My face is sore!”
He, who had lost both his eyes, instinctively raised his hand to touch my face. However, even that did not work out as he had hoped. Before he could even touch my hand, the cultist’s hand swung repeatedly and tore at his collarbone.
Phew!
Blood spurted from his neck like a fountain. The hot blood drenched the black uniform of the demon cult.
“Ugh… … . Creak… … .”
“Hahahahahahahahahaha!”
The demon cultist, who had completely given himself over to madness, continued to swing his hands in dissatisfaction. The claws covered in magic tore at the body of the person who was still breathing. Flesh mercilessly burst out and blood splattered.
But fortunately or unfortunately, his comrades did not have to be angry at this horrible sight. Before they could even get angry, the cultists rushed in one after another and attacked them.
“The return of the Heavenly Demon!”
“Manmaangbok!”
A scream-like repetition of a mantra, shouted in a boiling voice.
It was like a signal to start the massacre.
Kkwadduk!
The sound of hands imbued with magic tearing at flesh rang out eerily clearly even in the midst of the chaos of the battlefield.
“Eww!”
“Kuaaaah! Aah!”
From the mouths of those who were being torn apart while still alive and whose bones were pulled out came out continuous, heartbreaking screams.
“May the Heavenly Demon be with you, may the Heavenly Demon be with you!”
“Die! Die! Die! You filthy infidels! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!”
Fiora is coming.
Flesh torn from their bodies fluttered and blood gushed out like rain. In the bloody rain, the cultists continued to burst into flames. Their red eyes, stained with madness and murderous intent, gleamed ceaselessly as they searched for other victims.
But Black Ghost wasn’t suffering like that either.
“These crazy guys!”
Black Ghost’s Moon-hyung swore and stabbed his sword. His sword, rushing forward at an incredible speed, pierced the eyes of the rushing Demon Cultist.
Kkwaduk!
Moonhyung cheered as he saw the sword piercing the enemy’s eye.
“How is it!”
Snap!
But at that moment, the demon who had his eyes pierced raised his hand and grabbed the blade stuck in my face. Then, he calmly stared at Moon-hyung with his one remaining eye.
“Ugh!”
Moon-hyung, who was momentarily terrified, desperately pulled his sword. However, his sword did not move at all from the cultist’s hand, as if it had been crushed by a huge rock.
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“Ugh… … .”
The demon slowly pulled out the sword that was stuck in his eye. It wouldn’t have been strange if he had been writhing in pain and dying, but instead, he let out a strange laugh.
“Uh… … . Uh-huh… … .”
Moon-hyung, completely horrified by the overwhelming sight, stepped back, his face drained of color and his body trembling.
Crunch!
The price for being confused was, of course, death.
Crunch. Crunch! Crunch!
The hand that pierced my chest began to tear at my flesh, break my bones, and dig inside again.
“Crunch… … .”
Blood flowed out of Moonhyung’s mouth in gushers.
“Heavenly Horse… … Second Coming.”
The demon’s one remaining eye was brimming with madness. A bright smile spread across his face, the corners of his mouth reaching his ears.
“Manmaangbok!”
Wood crunch!
The demon cult grabbed Moon-hyung’s heart and pulled it out.
“… … .”
A heart, still throbbing and bleeding, was placed on the soaking wet hands of the cultist.
Moon-hyung, who still hadn’t stopped breathing, stared blankly with eyes that felt like his heart had been ripped out.
“Hahahaha!”
At that moment, the demon cultist swings the arm that was holding his heart like a whip and hits Moon-hyung’s head. Moon-hyung’s head, which was hit by his own heart, bursts open like a ripe watermelon.
All deaths are unfortunate, but at least for Moon-hyung now, it might be a blessing in disguise. He no longer has to watch this horrible sight with his own eyes.
“Thousand… Ma Jaerim.”
The demon slowly lowered his gaze. He smirked as he saw my eyeballs falling to the floor.
“Your blood… will bring us peace!”
Kwajik!
The demon who had trampled and ruptured my eyeball without a second thought, threw back his head as if roaring, and then charged forward again. Magical energy rose from his body like smoke, and a bright red light continued to spurt out from his one remaining eye.
“This, this crazy… … !”
The elite of the Black Demon Army, horrified by the momentum, retreated with weary faces.
Of course, they did not die quietly at the hands of the enemy. Training is something that accumulates in the body, not the mind. Even when they had lost half of their will to fight, their weapons faithfully reproduced the trajectories that their bodies had drawn countless times.
But the trajectory is not completed.
Knock knock!
The blade that touched the body of the demon cultist, rather than cutting through the body, was stuck to the body. The sticky body, as if it had been coated with glue, clung to the blade like melted rubber.
‘Damn it! What kind of martial arts is this!’
For those who lose their weapons, the outcome is always the same.
Boom boom!
The head that was torn off whole rolled on the floor. The body that had lost its head and could no longer be called human was torn to pieces by the cultists.
It was like a swarm of devils latching onto their prey.
“Die, you monsters!”
The thrust, made with all his might, pierced the cultist’s chest. The cultist’s clothes were torn and the sword was clearly visible piercing through his flesh.
but…….
All that was left were a few drops of blood. Even the skin surrounding the sword’s penetration seemed to have a will to gather around the wound. Then, it began to squeeze the sword that had entered its body.
“Khuh… … . Hehehe.”
The demon looked at the one who stabbed his stomach with sparkling eyes.
“uh…….”
The blood that flowed back leaked out through the gap in the mask covering his mouth, but the demon cultist didn’t care at all. He reached out and dug his nails, sharper than the blade, into the wrist holding the sword.
Kwak-kak!
The fingernails that tore through the flesh with absurd ease reached the bone.
“Ugh!”
A terrible, excruciating pain that felt like my body was on fire. Even the elite of the Black Demon Guard couldn’t bear the pain and opened their mouths wide.
“Hahahahaha!”
Then, the demon cultist burst into laughter, rushed forward, and stuck his hand between his open mouth. Then, he grabbed his entire lower jaw and began pulling with incredible force.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
A strange sound of bones and unimaginable pain. An indescribable horror filled the eyes of those who knew what that pain meant.
“Ahh… … . Ugh… … Ugh!”
Wood crunch!
The man’s jaw was ripped from his face, blood gushing out like a waterfall. His body convulsed in excruciating pain he had never imagined possible.
The demon slowly pulled out the sword stuck in his stomach. As soon as the sword came out, the ugly hole that had been there for a long time began to shrink in an instant. It was a miracle that I couldn’t believe even after seeing it with my own eyes.
“Huh… … . Huh… … .”
“… … that infidel.”
The cultist with a cruel smile approached the convulsing man and raised the sword he was holding. The tip of the sword was aimed at none other than the man’s mouth.
“Ah… … No… … !”
Phew!
A long sword dug into his throat.
The man finally rolled his eyes in pain, as if his whole body was being pierced by a red-hot iron skewer. He could hear the devil’s whispers in his deafened ears.
“You will never, ever be saved, you filthy unbeliever.”
Phaaaat!
With those words, the demon cultist swung his sword and cut the man’s body in two, then threw the sword he was holding onto the floor. Then he shouted.
“Kill them! Kill them all! Kill all those who dare not know the greatness of the Heavenly Demon, and make them pay for their sins!”
“May the Heavenly Demon Resurrection bring you great fortune!”
This was followed by a solemn injunction, so out of place with the terrible madness.
A fanatic who has lost his god.
The Maras, who had lost their place, were releasing all the anger and hatred they had built up over time in an instant.
Even with their throats cut off, their bodies pierced, and their arms cut off, they were busy just running in and biting and slaughtering those in front of them. They gave themselves over to madness and ran in with their eyes rolled back, as if they didn’t care about their own lives as long as they could defeat their opponents.
“Eww!”
“Hey, save me!”
Some lost their will to fight. Some gritted their teeth and fought against those who rushed at them. Some turned their backs and ran away, and some stabbed their enemies with their swords even as their arms were cut off.
But the results we face are as brutal as it is brutal.
Death. It is truly the absolute end.
The world is stained with brutal deaths that leave not even a corpse intact. Demons wearing the armor of fanaticism and holding the sword of doctrine simultaneously spew hatred toward all living things.
The Dark Cult. The dark name hidden in the abyss of martial arts burned like a bloody flame.
The land of Hangzhou was possessed by demons.