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Episode 1066. You want me to kill you? (1)
It was like a glass mask shattering with a crash.
The calm disguised as gentleness collapsed, and a fierce hatred was revealed. Watching the face of the thousand-year-old change in an instant, Cheongmyeong burst into laughter.
The reason why Cheongmyeong did not fall for the lie that was so well-packaged and plausible that it almost made her lose her mind was very simple.
‘He’s not that kind of guy.’
Because he knows what kind of person a thousand years old is.
The Cheon-sal that Cheong-myeong remembers is someone who shows no mercy to his allies, let alone his enemies. He is literally a Cheon-sal (天殺). He is a person who is filled with murderous intent and hostility toward all things that exist.
Even if a hundred years had passed, the fundamentals would not have changed. But would a thousand-year-old man just let everyone here go and step aside for such a reason?
‘That’s not even funny.’
If so, there is only one reason. There is a reason to keep them alive while talking nonsense that is not in their heart.
And if you take that into account, everything becomes easy.
“Why? Was I wrong?”
Cheongmyeong was sullen. It was an obvious provocation, but Cheonsal seemed to quickly regain his composure. It seemed that he had not wasted a hundred years of time.
But Cheongmyeong had no particular reason to feel regretful. He had already confirmed everything that needed to be confirmed.
The answer to the question that has been bothering Qingming for so long.
How on earth does Cheonma return to the world?
‘It’s no different from me.’
It was something that could be guessed, but not confirmed. The answer to that question is now in that thousand-year-old reaction.
“You’re coming back?”
Cheongmyeong chuckled.
“I wonder? Do you really know what you’re talking about? Or… … .”
Cheongmyeong’s meaningful smile pierced through Cheonsal without a trace.
“Is it just a belief without a solution?”
The expression on the face of a thousand years had disappeared. However, Cheongmyeong could read it clearly. The emptiness of a fanatic who had lost his god.
Qingming also returned from death.
What is important to note in the process is that even before Cheongmyeong became aware of himself, he clearly lived in this world under the name of Chosam.
At some point, Chosam became Cheongmyeong.
This is the important point.
What if Cheonma, that Cheonma, goes through a process no different from Cheongmyeong?
‘It means that Cheonma… … may be living in this world as a nameless country bumpkin.’
What if he were to be attacked by the Demonic Cult in that state? What would happen if the Demonic Cult attacked him without being able to recognize him as a Heavenly Demon?
Will Cheonma, who is in crisis, regain his true self as Cheonma and awaken like Cheongmyeong? Or will he simply die as a nameless scribe without being able to awaken?
It’s unknown. What is certain is that I can’t say for sure that the latter is not possible.
And… … Judging by the thousand-year-old’s reaction, there is no way for them to find him until the Heavenly Demon awakens.
Unlike the Podalap Palace, which had fostered the position of Banseon Lama in order to find the reincarnation of Daleurama, these people have no other option but to simply wait.
‘So the Demonic Cult can never attack the Central Plains.’
The demonic cult, which cannot confirm the existence of the Heavenly Demon, can never kill anyone. The only people they can kill are those who were already alive before the Heavenly Demon died.
But how many people like that are left in the world today?
As time goes by, the demonic cult has no choice but to refrain from killing. Perhaps, they might end up killing the Heavenly Demon who was resurrected by their own hands, which is a terrible situation that the demonic cult absolutely cannot allow to happen.
For those who uphold the Heavenly Horse, that is a grave sin that cannot be repaid even if they die a hundred, no, a thousand times and come back to life. That is why, of all people, this thousand-year-old man came running all the way here in a hurry.
To stop the massacre caused by Danzagang.
The weight of the two characters of the name Cheonsal is too heavy to march all the way here to stop a young bishop named Danzagang. What Cheonsal was trying to stop was not Danzagang’s deviation, but the very act of massacre itself.
“Kuk kuk kuk kuk.”
Cheongmyeong laughed as if he found it ridiculous.
“It must have been difficult.”
“… … .”
“You have to say that you must kill everything that lives in the Central Plains, but you have to make sure that they can never be killed. Could there be anything more ridiculous than that?”
The thousand-year-old’s face was distorted horribly.
“Yes. It must have been difficult to say. Saying that Cheonma might be living somewhere as a scribe is like denying Cheonma’s perfection. I can understand the pain of having to support an imperfect being as if it were perfect.”
“Shut up… … .”
“Poor thing. I thought the hardships given to you were nothing more than an endless wait… … .”
Cheongmyeong burst out laughing.
“Surely I can’t believe I’m living such a sad life, unable to lift a finger even when my enemies who killed my god are right in front of me.”
“Inooooooooohh!”
Cheon-sal shouted with a distorted face like an evil spirit, but Cheong-myeong laughed at him calmly without even blinking an eye.
Even if no one else knows, Cheongmyeong knows what Cheonma means to the demon cult.
Even if the probability of killing Cheongmyeong harming Cheonma is more than one in ten million, and is no more than the probability of picking out one grain of sand from the vast desert, they dare not do anything about it.
A belief that goes beyond common sense. That is the essence of the devil’s cult.
“Are you angry?”
That is why Cheongmyeong laughed at those poor fanatics, those foolish people who knew Cheonma too well but could not see through his true nature.
Damn it.
Cheongmyeong approached Cheonsal. Passing Baekcheon and Ungeom, without hesitation.
And when the disciples of Hwasan saw that sight, their faces began to turn pale.
‘I, I… … .’
‘That crazy guy!’
But no one had the heart to stop him. It was impossible for them to get involved in the confrontation between the two great beings, Cheongmyeong and Cheonsal.
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Cheongmyeong just walked calmly, not knowing what the people watching from behind were feeling.
Damn it.
And finally, he stood in front of Cheon-sal. No, it is not enough to simply say in front of him. Cheong-myeong looked at Cheon-sal, almost touching each other, and the corners of his mouth twisted up.
“Then try killing him.”
“eww…….”
“Try to kill me.”
The thousand-year-old body began to tremble. It was unable to contain its extreme anger.
He must have crushed Cheongmyeong’s head hundreds of times in his mind, but his thousand-year-old hand never moved.
Interest is a death sentence.
Born with the fate of a thousand-year-old who instinctively craves blood and death. To him, enduring murder is no different than enduring a person’s burning thirst.
A thousand years is like enduring a long thirst without drinking a single sip of water for over a hundred years.
A fervent faith. No, at this point, it would be more appropriate to say it was a miraculous faith.
“why?”
But to Cheongmyeong, that belief meant nothing.
Cheongmyeong whispered softly into Cheonsa’s ear, like a demon Mara tempting a practicing Buddhist.
“I told you to kill me?”
“… … .”
“Hehehehe.”
Cheongmyeong, who was already in shambles, was afraid that his life force would kill him, so Cheonsal couldn’t move. He couldn’t even let out his life force to his heart’s content. Cheongmyeong laughed at him fiercely.
“Why? Can’t you do it?”
The thousand-year-old hand shook. The hand, which was trembling so much that it was pitiful, moved violently for a moment, then returned to its original position repeatedly. Bloody tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, which were reddened.
“This filthy… … filthy infidel… … .”
“Yeah. I’m a dirty unbeliever.”
Cheongmyeong smiled, revealing his teeth.
“And you are a cripple who can’t even kill one infidel who is worse than that fly.”
Cheongmyeong’s mocking laughter was fixed in Cheonsa’s two eyes.
“Isn’t it?”
Cheon-sal glared at Cheong-myeong with a distorted face like an evil spirit. Red blood spurted out from between his swollen lips. It wasn’t blood from biting his lips, but the internal injuries he suffered from the energy flowing back in, unable to endure the severe aging process.
At that moment, Cheongmyeong reaches out and grabs Cheonsa’s collar.
“Listen carefully, you idiot.”
Cheongmyeong pulled his thousand-year-old head towards me and growled at me while locking eyes with me.
“Stop talking like you’re some kind of idiot who can’t even lift a finger and get out of here. Just breathing in the same place as you demonic brats makes me want to vomit.”
“Ugh… Ugh… … .”
After finishing speaking, Cheongmyeong pushed Cheon-sal away, whom he had been pulling.
This time, Cheonsal was unable to resist and stepped back. His face, covered in anger, hatred, and humiliation, was a sight to behold. Cheonsal clenched his teeth and opened his mouth with difficulty.
“You… … You must… … .”
A terrible curse flowed out.
“You will surely regret this. On the day He descends, I will personally tear you to pieces with my own hands, leaving not a single piece of flesh behind. No! I will make you say, please kill me! Definitely! Definitely! Even if I have to risk everything! I will cause you and Hwasan to suffer terribly! Definitely!”
“… … .”
“No matter where you run to in the world, I will find you and make you neither alive nor dead! Remember, disciple of the volcano! You will come to know deep in your bones how thick and deep the wrath of the doctrine is!”
The venom that seemed alive and moving was vividly conveyed to Cheongmyeong. However, Cheongmyeong could only laugh coldly at the venom that seemed to have spewed forth from hell.
“Oh, really?”
There was a smile in the eyes that looked at the thousand years.
“That’s what you want. But there’s one thing you’re misunderstanding.”
“… … .”
“You don’t have to search so hard for it. If by any chance the young Cheonma returns and you can step on the land of the Central Plains again.”
A cold declaration flowed from Cheongmyeong’s mouth.
“You guys will have to face me and the volcano first.”
The hateful, thousand-year-old eyes and the cold, clear gaze roughly intertwined in the air.
“So get out of here now, you idiot. Go and shiver in the cold land without a trace of human life, waiting for the Heavenly Horse who may never return, and die. That will be the only way to prove your faith.”
With those words, Cheongmyeong turned around without even waiting for a response.
Even though he saw Cheongmyeong daring to turn his back on him, he couldn’t even stretch out his hand to Cheon-sal. He just trembled as if he was going to explode at any moment.
“… … What is your name?”
It was a question that Cheon-sal could barely muster out amidst the intense hatred that seemed to be about to explode his brain. Cheong-myeong let out a strange laugh without even turning his head.
“Clear.”
“… … Clearing?”
“Why? Is it weird?”
“… … .”
“It’s a good thing for you, you idiot. You’ll never forget it.”
Cheon-sal looked at Cheong-myeong’s back with cold eyes and nodded.
“The church… will remember you.”
The appearance of Cheon-sal, who had been glaring at Cheong-myeong with eyes like those of a hellish demon, soon disappeared as if it were an illusion.
Finally, the disciples of the volcano felt that the presence of the thousand years had completely disappeared and sat down helplessly in that place.
dump.
Baekcheon, who had thrown away all his pride and everything and had completely collapsed, muttered with a dejected face as he watched Cheongmyeong calmly walking towards him. It was a statement that represented everyone’s feelings.
“I… … that crazy bastard… … .”
No one could dare refute that statement.