Episode 868 This is a land of volcanoes. (3)
“You fucking bastards!”
A loud roar erupted.
Jo Myeong-san, a member of the small and medium-sized sect Byeokhomun located in the Sammun Gorge, looked at the scene unfolding in front of him with a cruelly distorted face.
He had just run without looking back when he heard that evil enemies were coming to Seobeomchon and slaughtering the civilians. The moment he saw the burning village and the miserably fallen civilians, a fire like a fire began to burn in his heart.
“How…”
The helpless civilians, regardless of age or gender, were dying horribly. Hot tears flowed from Jo Myeong-san’s eyes.
“How can you wear a human mask and do something like this? “These guys won’t mind even if I tear them to death!”
Byeokhomun is a small gate located in the Sammun Gorge and has never caused harm to ordinary people. Those who believe that the only reason to learn martial arts is to protect and care for those who are weaker than themselves.
In their eyes, the sight of civilians dying so cruelly was the greatest shock.
“This….”
“It’s worse than an animal!”
As the roar of the Byeokryeok roar rang out, those who were leisurely leaving the devastated village looked back at the disciples of Byeokhomun with wolf-like eyes.
The sight of them with blood splattered all over their clothes made even the brave disciples of Byeokhomun momentarily startle.
“…What is that again?”
“Tsk tsk. “You have become a great ally.”
Although they were laughing, their eyes were shining with madness without any trace of laughter.
The word ‘eerie’ probably exists to be used in situations like this.
“I can’t understand the thoughts of political faction bastards.”
Hoeseonchanggui, holding a long spear, smiled and approached the disciples of Byeokhomun.
“If I had just pretended not to see him and ran away, I could have saved my life. What on earth were you thinking, coming all the way here and making a fuss? “Do you think they don’t have knives stuck in their necks?”
“So it must be a political faction.”
“Stupid bastards.”
The others also slowly began to retrace their steps.
“Anyway… since you are a guest, I should treat you well.”
Even though Gangseo Chil-sal did not set the mood, the Safa people took the initiative and began to tighten the Byeokhomun, baring their teeth.
“Lord Mu Mun.”
“This…”
Looking at the Safains approaching with their hideous, deadly spirit, Byeokryeoknoho bit his lip until it bled.
“Guan Hong!”
“yes!”
“Lead the three great disciples and go to Xi’an right now! “We must report this to Xi’an!”
“yes!”
“The remaining first and second disciples join me in stopping them!”
“…All right!”
The Byeokhomundo members had a hunch. The fact that they can never be stopped with their skills.
The energy radiating from their bodies is already making my fingertips and my spine tingle. How could a small sect in the Three Gates Gorge handle such monsters?
Still, I could never back down.
The reason is simple.
If everyone runs away, everyone will just die. Someone must remain here and serve as a shield for the fleeing disciples.
And the more important reason is…
“There may still be people alive in there! “If you run away leaving behind civilians who need help to survive, wouldn’t you be ashamed of the word ‘hyeop’ that you have been shouting for your whole life?”
“yes!”
“A warrior proves himself by how he dies! Everyone, grit your teeth!”
Fear disappears from the disciples’ eyes as they hear Byeokryeoknoho’s shout.
But Hoeseon Changgui, who saw the scene, just smiled.
“You prove yourself by how you die?”
That’s it.
A wry smile appeared on his lips as he scratched the floor with the tip of his spear.
“Then you are all bastards. “You will die here!”
He rushed towards Byeokhomun as if he would not give up the delicious food he had seen for the first time in a while.
“Stop it!”
“Defeat the evil enemies!”
Starting with Hoeseonchangwi, the other Safaans all rushed in, giggling.
Byeokryeok Noho began to increase his internal strength as much as he could.
‘At least for a moment!’
I don’t want to win.
What he wants is to take some time. The goal was to buy time for the fleeing disciples to survive and to delay the arrival of these evildoers to the next village by even a moment.
‘Gufile Bang will definitely come to help! certainly!’
With his resolve strengthened, Byeokryeoknoho stomped down on the ground and swung his fist at the flying Hwiseonchanggui.
Byeokhomun’s martial arts skills, Noho’s 18 Byeok (怒虎十八壁), were displayed so perfectly that they were never seen again in Byeokryeok Noho’s entire life. His two fists, filled with intense red energy, swung like the paws of a tiger.
One…
“Slow old man.”
Quad deuk!
Hoeseonchanggui’s spear, stretched out like a flash of lightning, pierced Byeokryeoknoho’s right fist with ease.
Quack! Quack! Quack!
The spear of Hoeseonchanggwi, which had made holes the size of a child’s fist in his forearm, elbow, and shoulder, was immediately lodged in Byeokryeoknoho’s chest.
“…Off….”
Just one second.
Hoeseonchang-gwi let out a mocking laugh at Byeokryeoknoho, who had been defeated so quickly that his lofty agreement was meaningless.
“If I had trained while making fun of my snout like that, I would have lasted a little longer.”
It was the moment when Hoeseon Changgui mercilessly tried to pull out the spear stuck in Byeokryeok Noho’s chest.
“Cough…”
With a roar, Jo Myeong-san grabbed the spear stuck in his chest with trembling hands.
“hmm?”
That wasn’t a move to try to do something about Hoeseonchang-gwi.
Myeong-san pushed the spear further into his chest. Then he tightened his chest muscles and tightly grasped the spear with both hands.
As if he wasn’t going to give it away.
It was as if he was going to delay pulling out this spear and swinging it again, even by just a moment.
“…This old man?”
As red blood poured out of his mouth, Myeong-san tried to smile somehow. Even though that couldn’t possibly happen with his miserably distorted face.
“Hey, don’t… put your hands on the civilians…”
Paaaaaa!
At that moment, the spear of the Hoeseonchanggui was swung in one go, chopping Myeongsan Myeongsan’s body in half and exiting above his head.
dump.
“What a stupid old man. “I didn’t even know the topic until the end.”
Hoeseonchanggui shook off the drops of blood that had fallen with his fingertips and turned his head. Before we knew it, those who had attacked Byeokhomun were slaughtering them unilaterally.
Hoeseonchanggui, who was looking for his share, clicked his tongue in annoyance. You can’t even swing a spear properly against these minnows.
“It’s lukewarm.”
I felt like my blood was boiling.
‘…There will be people in the West Bank that are more worth dealing with.’
While Hoeseonchang-gwi was suppressing his burning anger, Damhae, who was watching the situation from behind, asked Galcheon-rip insidiously.
“Isn’t it fun?”
“what?”
“I thought all political faction bastards were hypocrites. “Didn’t those old group bastards also beg for their lives from the Sapae-ryeon?”
“yes.”
“But didn’t those guys who couldn’t even reach the tip of their heads die while keeping the words they spoke with their mouths? “It’s so funny that these people are part of a small and medium-sized culture.”
“It’s upside down.”
“yes?”
Galcheonrip laughs.
“That’s why it’s a medium-sized sect. “How can a sect grow if it doesn’t focus its attention on things that are profitable and refuses to do things that could benefit itself?”
“…From what I heard, that’s true too.”
“A growing clan must be sensitive to profits. “Cultural factions that truly believe in what they say, agreements and all, have no choice but to end up like that.”
“But isn’t it great?”
“Amazing. They definitely deserve respect. At least I’m not talking twice like those hypocrites you know. However…”
Galcheonrip’s gaze turned to the Byeokhomundo members who were screaming and dying miserably.
Contrary to the words that came out of his mouth, his gaze did not show even an ounce of respect.
“They are so stupid. Throwing my life away for something meaningless. Even animals avoid when they feel threatened… Isn’t that worse than an animal?”
“Cook, cluck.” Yes, large.”
Galcheonrip took his eyes off the scene of slaughter that was slowly coming to an end.
For them, Byeokhomun was not even a pastime. It is the same as pouring just one drop of moisture into the throat of someone who is dying of thirst.
‘If I put more effort into it, it might rush to bite its owner.’
Galcheonrip gestured toward the west.
“It’s too late. “It seems like everyone is getting more and more toxic now, so I guess it’s okay to head straight to Xi’an now.”
“Yes large. “I will.”
A faint smile appeared on Galcheonrip’s lips.
‘Perfect.’
Preparation is now complete.
* * *
“Lord Bunta.”
The beggar who entered the office bit his lip.
“What’s going on?”
“The village was burned.”
“…what?”
“The Sapa bastards killed all the people in Seogwan Village and set fire to the village.”
Wow.
The brush in Hong Dae-gwang’s hand broke.
Hong Dae-gwang, who bit his lip until it bled, took a long time to catch his breath with bloodshot eyes.
“…Seogwan Village?”
“yes.”
“Is that all?”
“…I only confirmed that they annihilated Seogwan Village and moved to Seobem Village. It is said that they headed to Seobeomchon to block Byeokhomun…”
“…Is it Byeokryeoknoho?”
Hong Dae-gwang closed his eyes with a miserable face.
It’s foolish. There is no way they can be stopped by just a wall door. The difference in power is so great that it would be fortunate if at least one person could survive the moment they encounter each other.
But…
how can we say that those who rushed to throw their lives away after hearing the screams of the civilians were foolish?
“Remember that name.”
“yes!”
“What about support? What happened to your request for support?”
“I sent it to you on a 1,000-mile boat, so it’s about time I received a reply.”
“It’s too damn late!”
Hong Dae-gwang bit his lip.
‘They should have moved first after receiving the call before Jeon Seo-gu arrived here.’
If everything goes as planned, everyone will be running toward Shaanxi by now. Please, we must reach them before the damage increases…
“Buntaju! Buntaju! “I received a reply!”
“Where are you?”
“Here’s the text!”
“Bring it quickly! “Come here!”
Hong Dae-gwang snatched the beggar’s book of cards, tore it open, and opened it in one go.
Soon his eyes began to tremble slightly.
“This….”
“Buntaju! “I received a reply from Shaolin!”
“…Open it.”
“yes? But within my authority…”
“Okay, open it and read it, you bastard!”
The beggar, startled by the murderous shout that came out of Hong Dae-gwang’s mouth, opened the envelope on the spot.
The beggar unfolded the letter, flinched when he saw the words written inside, and looked at Hong Dae-gwang.
“…read it.”
“That…”
“Read it!”
The beggar bit his lip. Two young eyes wavered in confusion.
“…Support…not possible.”
“Haha…”
Hong Dae-gwang laughed and put the book in his hand down on the desk.
The paper that slipped out of his hand had the four words clearly written on it: Support is difficult.
“Application is difficult?”
Quaaaaaaaaaaa!
Hong Dae-gwang hits the desk in one fell swoop and shatters it into pieces.
“What are these bastards talking about! Dozens and hundreds of people are dying at this very moment and it is difficult to provide support? Even after all this… you… you… you fucking bastards!”
Unbearable swear words came out of Hong Dae-gwang’s mouth.
The target is Shaolin, the headquarters of openness and the North Head of the World. These are not words that would come out of the mouth of a fan of openness, but no one here could blame Hong Dae-gwang for that.
“Buntaju… what do we do now?”
“…What should I do?”
“The headquarters tells us to withdraw…”
At that moment, a spark flew out of Hong Dae-gwang’s eyes.
Pow!
He kicked the inkstone that had fallen on the floor and threw it at the beggar who opened his mouth, and he ground his teeth.
“You bastard. Even though we are idiots who can’t even beg properly, the reason we can live without starving is because the people in this neighborhood trust us and help us. But since it’s dangerous, let’s get out first? “Are you still a beggar at Ouijimun?”
“But… this is an order from the headquarters…”
“Ignore what those old, senile, crazy beggars say! Damn it!”
Hong Dae-gwang blushed and said, barely suppressing his anger.
“Right now, run to the villages along those bastards’ movement routes and evacuate all the people.”
“That’s possible….”
“Do whatever you can, somehow!” “Tell the people of Xi’an to evacuate immediately!”
“…All right.”
“in action!”
“yes!”
As the beggars ran out, Hong Dae-gwang bit his lip. Red blood flowed from his torn lip.
“Even after all this…”
Hong Dae-gwang, who was clenching his fists and shaking until the blood drained, gritted his teeth and ran outside.
His bloodshot eyes turned to the volcano hidden by clouds.
He finally made up his mind and ran straight to the hiking trail leading to the tall volcano.
