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Episode 1059. Your voice doesn’t reach me. (4)
The earth screamed and the sky shook.
The continuous impact of the flying blows caused not only the demons but also the disciples of the volcano to be thrown back and pushed back. Considering the distance between them and the place where the fierce battle was taking place, it was an absurd thing to do.
“Hey, Cheongmyeong… … .”
Baekcheon’s hands were trembling.
Even if it is Cheongmyeong, can you survive after taking such an attack head-on? If so… … .
Baekcheon’s reason was blown away when faced with a conclusion he didn’t even want to imagine.
“Private school! Over there!”
At the voice he heard at that moment, Baekcheon’s head turned violently.
The one who stretched out his hand was Jo-geol. And what the tip of his hand was pointing to was… … Cheong-myeong, who was half-sitting with one hand on the ground.
“ah…….”
For a moment, I felt like all the strength had drained from my body.
But it was not time to relax.
“What is the background… … .”
Cold sweat poured down like rain from Baekcheon’s forehead.
There are usually two factors that are used to discuss the strength of a martial artist. One is how well they have mastered their martial arts. The other is how strong their inner strength is.
According to Cheongmyeong’s theory, there are additional elements such as operation, improvisation, and mental strength, but fundamentally, these two are the standards that determine the strength of a warrior.
It is not a good thing for one of the two to be clearly ahead. The most important thing is the harmony of martial arts and internal power. At least, that is what Baekcheon believed.
But after seeing this sight, I can’t bring myself to say those words.
The destructive power that came from the overwhelming force was so great that it was beyond words, shattering Baekcheon’s common sense about the uneducated.
‘That’s why… … .’
The cultists knew how strong that bishop was and what kind of secrets he was hiding.
That is why they could not waver even in the least in a situation where their bishop was unilaterally driven out.
“P, private study… … .”
Tang Soso’s tired voice was heard.
“Can I really beat that monster?”
Baekcheon couldn’t answer. He couldn’t even bring himself to say that he believed in Cheongmyeong. That wouldn’t be faith, it would be nothing more than indulgence.
Instead, Baekcheon said, gritting his teeth.
“… …Listen carefully, Soso.”
“… … .”
“That guy shouldn’t be alive, absolutely not.”
“P, private study.”
“If… … . If it really seems that neither Cheongmyeong nor Jang Il-so can do anything about that guy… … Everyone here should rush in and kill that guy somehow.”
It’s a really cold-hearted statement. But if you think about it, there’s nothing wrong with it. Anyway, if those two are defeated, those who will be left here will have no place to go. These cultists won’t let them go easily.
If so, we must at least find some value in that death.
but…….
‘When was that?’
Baekcheon clenched his fists and pondered.
Is it really the right choice to waste more time here? Are we putting too much burden on Cheongmyeong right now? It would be better if we could just… … .
The moment Baekcheon took a step forward without realizing it due to impatience, someone grabbed his sleeve tightly.
“… … Sister-in-law?”
Yui Seol was shaking her head with a stern expression.
“Wait a minute, death penalty.”
“… … .”
“Because the four of them are still fighting.”
At those words, Baekcheon’s gaze turned back to Cheongmyeong.
Even from this great distance, it was clearly visible. The brilliant light streaming from Cheongmyeong’s two eyes, which were lowered in a low posture.
“……okay.”
Baekcheon eventually nodded heavily.
“But I can’t wait long. I have no intention of seeking revenge after he’s dead.”
“Then I will jump out first.”
Yui Seol’s voice was firm. Baekcheon nodded his head with difficulty and stared at Cheongmyeong with bloodshot eyes.
‘Cheongmyeong-ah… … .’
“Whew… … . Whoosh… … .”
Blood-mixed sweat flowed down Cheongmyeong’s chin. His entire body felt like it was going to break apart, and he also felt terribly heavy. It was as if all the remaining moisture in his body had been sucked out.
Cheongmyeong glanced down at his feet. His right foot was half crushed.
I managed to throw my sword into the air the moment the magic flew towards me and use the recoil to escape. However, my right foot ended up getting swept away by the magic by a mere sheet of paper.
‘… … Is it fortunate that it’s on the right?’
For those who use the superior sword, the left foot is where the weight is placed for swordsmanship. If the left foot is damaged, the sword will not be able to exert its full power. The right foot is not unaffected, but it is at least better than the left foot.
But… … the important thing was not the power to put into the sword. Being kicked meant that his mobility was compromised. He had lost one of the greatest weapons that had allowed him to push Danzagang so far.
Why? Why did this result come out?
Crunch!
He thrust his sword into the ground, raised his body with difficulty, and spat out a word toward Danjagang, who was approaching him with an arrogant gait.
“… … Have you also learned the magic of absorbing essence?”
At those words, Danjagang’s eyes lit up.
“It seems you are quite knowledgeable about religion.”
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“… … It looks like the Demonic Cult has come to an end. They’re even giving out the magic of absorption to a brat like you.”
Cheongmyeong bit his lips.
It’s not a mistake. I just didn’t think about it.
The current Demonic Cult is different from the past. If it were the Demonic Cult of the past, it would not have given the power of absorption magic to a young bishop who was no different from a newbie.
Among the magic arts, the most imperfect and dangerous is the magic art of absorption, which increases one’s own power by absorbing the internal energy of others, but also causes the user’s mind to become confused.
Those who are possessed by the magic of absorption are not just madmen who are crazy about religion and faith, but they become beasts that run wild without regard for friend or foe.
So, it is a type of magic that is not easily learned even in the Demonic Cult that only pursues power and fanaticism. However… … .
‘I was stupid.’
You should have thought about it. The current Demonic Cult is different from the past.
A hundred years ago, there was constant war, so there were those who could not handle the magic of absorption by absorbing the inner power at will.
However, in the current Demonic Cult, where only the Demonic Cultists live together in groups, there is only one target for absorption.
“… … That viper-like bastard has now eaten even his own disciples.”
If the target of the absorption was a cultist who had mastered the same magic, the side effects would have been minimized. Of course, that doesn’t mean you can be completely free from the side effects of the absorption magic, but you can minimize them.
Because he missed that, even Cheongmyeong failed to realize that the bishop’s background was far beyond imagination.
All predictions are based on one’s own common sense and experience. That’s why I don’t expect things that are beyond my common sense. What those who deal with Cheongmyeong often do is what Cheongmyeong is doing to that bishop.
“It seems like the crazy guys in the religion have really gotten better. But they never touched their own followers before. Why? Were they afraid that the young Cheonma would just rot away after they died?”
“… … .”
“Tell me. How did it feel to devour fellow believers? Did you ever get to see their faces properly when you sucked their screaming energy?”
Danzagang closed his eyes tightly.
‘How was it?’
He has no idea. He doesn’t understand at all. He seems to have knowledge of the religion, but he doesn’t understand it at all.
‘You wouldn’t know.’
The faces of those who were dying, happily offering their stories to him. Those who were dying in joy, believing that they would become fertilizer when the Heavenly Demon descends.
Rather, what I couldn’t endure was…
Danzagang’s eyes darkened.
“Poor thing, you Zhongyuan people.”
“……what?”
“A beast does not show weakness until the moment of death. No matter how painful it is, it endures it until the moment it can endure it.”
“… … .”
“Because if you don’t, you’ll be abandoned and become a target again. What on earth have you gone through to end up like that, yet you never show any sign of weakness?”
Ugh.
Cheongmyeong sharpened it.
“Don’t just talk nonsense.”
Cheongmyeong’s voice sounded like the groan of someone whose lungs had been stabbed.
After taking a few short breaths, he walked towards Danzagang with calmness again, his wounded feet dragging.
“I told you, you little bastards, this is not good.”
“… … .”
“Why, do you think you’ve already won?”
Cheongmyeong smiled faintly.
“Let me tell you something, you idiot. There is no such thing as winning or losing on the battlefield. It’s just killing or being killed.”
This little wound is nothing. He fought and killed his opponents despite being wounded several times worse than this. It doesn’t seem new to him now. There is no reason to complain about a broken foot.
But Danjagang just looked at Cheongmyeong with calm eyes.
“We waited for the descent.”
“… … .”
“All those long years. Just waiting… … and waiting. Just waiting, never giving up the slightest hope that one day He will answer our devotion.”
Danjagang paused for a moment and looked up at the sky.
“It’s not the waiting that’s hard. What’s truly hard is the weight of the lives of those who die without even hearing a single word of answer.”
“cook…….”
Cheongmyeong’s shoulders, who had been listening quietly, suddenly shook.
Danjagang’s two eyes flashed darkly for a moment. This was because he intuitively felt that the smile was not intended to provoke him.
“What’s funny?”
Even though I asked the question, Cheongmyeong didn’t seem to calm down at all and just laughed for a while before covering her mouth and snorting.
“Oh, sorry.”
The smile still hadn’t disappeared, and his blood-soaked teeth were clearly visible.
“It’s like watching a human fishing above the clouds.”
“… … What does it mean?”
“You’re saying it’s all wrong.”
Cheongmyeong grabbed his sword.
“You will never be repaid.”
“… … .”
“Even if the Heavenly Demon descends, your voice won’t reach him. At least not to him.”
Danzagang’s face was distorted.
Qingming repeated Dan Zhao’s words exactly as they were.
“What a pitiful thing.”
“……you…….”
“You fool who doesn’t know what you believe in or what you worship. Your god doesn’t care about you. Your cries mean nothing to your god.”
Ugh!
With this sound, Danjagang’s face distorted like an evil spirit.
I know. I don’t need to listen to that author. I have no reason to be swayed by the random words of someone who knows nothing about the religion or the Heavenly Horse.
Still, there is only one reason why he cannot control his anger now.
That was because what Cheongmyeong had just said was the thing he least wanted to hear.
The energy flowing inside him began to boil over uncontrollably, like a dragon raging after being pricked by a reverse scale.
“This… … This! This dirty infidel… … .”
“Yes. In your eyes, I am nothing more than an unbeliever. I am dirty and ugly. But you must know one thing.”
Cheongmyeong laughed heartily.
“Whether it’s the non-believers you despise so much or you who risk your life to lick the soles of the Heavenly Demon’s feet… … there’s no difference in the eyes of that crazy guy called the Heavenly Demon.”
“this…….”
Bloodshot eyes burst out as if they were bursting out of Danjagang’s eyes.
“Well done! Well done! Saying things like that! Well done!”
“At this point, I’m starting to wonder too.”
Cheongmyeong shook his shoulders and laughed, even wiping away tears.
“I wonder what kind of expression a guy like you, who doesn’t even know what a Heavenly Horse is, would make when he sees it with his own two eyes. You’re just a fool who doesn’t even know what god you believe in.”
“Nooooooooooooo!”
In response to Danzagang’s anger, the magic energy surged explosively. It was like a giant waterfall rising into the sky. Danzagang, engulfed in uncontrollable anger, rolled his eyes and ran wild.
“I will kill you! I will kill you! After I have crushed that foolish mouth of yours, I will crush you to pieces without leaving a single trace of flesh! I will absolutely not spare even your soul, who dared to insult the religion and blaspheme the Heavenly Demon!”
“If you’re going to do it, do it, you little shit… …!”
The moment Cheongmyeong shouted harshly and was about to rush forward, someone blocked his way.
The man wearing a red robe that was torn to pieces was Jang Il-so.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your busy social gathering, but you still need to rest.”
“… … What?”
“I’m sick of listening to that nonsense. I’ll give you just one moment, so don’t miss it.”
Jang Il-so smiled faintly and clenched his fists. Then, with the sound of a ring snapping, he leaped toward the rushing Dan-ja River, emitting an incredible amount of murderous aura.