Episode 1022 What did you say just now? (7)
The man looked at the scene unfolding in front of him with an emotionless face.
Horrible corpses are scattered everywhere. If you pile up the bodies in one place, you will literally end up with a mountain of corpses… but there is no particular reason to do that.
The man’s gaze slowly lowered.
Two bodies torn to shreds and the weapons they were carrying are stuck on the ground, missing their owners.
The ground, soaked in blood, was stained red.
Despite all these sights, there was not even a passing emotion in the man’s eyes.
He slowly raised his hand. I stared at my hand, which didn’t have a drop of blood on it, and then turned my gaze back to the distant sky.
“Bishop.”
At that time, the envoy approached and bowed down.
“Every living thing in this area has been erased.”
But no words came out of the bishop’s mouth. The magistrate was lying prostrate on the cold floor, waiting for his mouth to open.
Finally, the bishop opened his mouth.
“…Isn’t it strange?”
“What are you talking about?…”
The man who was once called Danjagang (段自强), but has now lost that name, lowered his dark eyes and said.
“I can’t believe it’s this easy.”
“….”
“For Gyo, Jungwon was always a place that must be erased from the world.”
“That’s right.”
“But they are so weak.”
The bishop slowly shook his head.
“Are these people weak? Or are we strong?”
“I don’t know the answer.”
“Well, it’s the same either way.”
The bishop walked slowly. With a muddy sound, it crossed the land filled with nothing but blood and corpses.
“If it was this easy… why did Gyo endure for such a long time in hunger and despair?”
“Because that is the mission of the church.”
“…okay. It’s a mission. Given to us.”
Because it is a command given by him.
The bishop’s eyes sank gloomily.
‘I don’t know.’
Is it because he was not faithful? Or are the religious teachings wrong?
After witnessing the true nature of Jungwon, which he hated so much, a strong question gripped the bishop.
“Why was the religion defeated?”
“…Gyo is not defeated.”
“Then change your mind. Why was the religion unable to trample on the central plains and had to find a barren place and hide on its own? “Against those who are so weak.”
“…That…”
The magistrate could not bear to open his mouth. It was out of fear that the moment my answer was even slightly off, my faith might be questioned.
Looking at him like that, the bishop laughed softly.
“You don’t have to answer.”
“….”
The reason is simple.
This place called Jungwon has been immersed in peace for the past hundred years and has completely lost its former power… or else…
the bishop shook his head. As if he wanted to erase the most blasphemous imagination that came to his mind. It was his old habit to shake his head alone like this.
When I raised my head, the words I had heard so many times seemed to ring in my ears.
– Our mission is to wait for His second coming. Don’t think. Do not doubt. All that is allowed to His servants is faithful faith.
‘Old people…’
A hundred years have passed. They just waited and waited for a long time, with the river and mountain changing ten more times.
I believe in the ‘second coming’ of which there is no definite time.
Can we call that life?
Can we really say that life is just blindly following without thinking or doubting?
He didn’t have this mindset from the beginning either. To him, belief in the Heavenly Demon was very natural. Ever since he could remember, he had served the Heavenly Demon. I learned to wait for Him with joy and to give my life to Him with joy.
The first time a question came to him, who never doubted or thought about anything, was a very small incident.
someone’s death.
Just like him, he was someone who had never seen the Heavenly Demon’s true eye. This was the first time I saw someone who was born after the war and had just learned and lived by his teachings get sick and die.
Those who wait will witness the light of the Second Coming.
okay. Let’s say that’s not wrong.
then? Who died without seeing the second coming?
What is given to someone who dies without ever being able to confirm the existence of the Heavenly Demon?
What is left for those who have endured hellish training and endured a life without meaning just for that moment?
If nothing is given, why do believers have to endure such a painful life?
why?
The bishop’s eyes were extremely gloomy.
No matter how many questions I asked, there was no answer. All I’m saying is to trust and wait.
Those who dominate the upper echelons of the church are those who have experienced the past war in some way. Those immortal old monsters are steeped in extreme fanaticism for the Heavenly Demon and do not allow even the slightest doubt.
What kind of conversation can there be with those who would consider it an honor to peel off their own skin and use it as foot wraps for the sake of the Heavenly Demon?
So Danjagang waited. I just waited silently for that long time. I tried to shake off my doubts and fill myself with faith.
But once doubts sprout, they never go away. Doubt was eating away at him like a simma.
What if the Heavenly Demon never returns like this? Or what if he returns only after he dies?
So then, what on earth can Danjagang’s life be said to exist for?
No matter how great the sword is, it is meaningless unless it comes out of the scabbard and is wielded. Who would want to be born with a famous sword, but to rust and become scrap metal without ever being able to swing it?
“Bishop…”
A subtle anxiety passed through the voice of the prostrate envoy.
“We can still turn it back. Bishop. Even now…”
“Stop.”
Danjagang stubbornly shook his head again.
“Bishop.”
The magistrate bit his lips.
“My life is not worth one thing. “I fully understand that what the bishop is trying to do is another way to prove my faith in him.”
“But?”
“But they won’t think that way. They tolerate no doubt. If you go further than this…”
“Why? “Are you even worried that I might be caught and torn to pieces by those old men?”
“…Bishop.”
“It’s a useless worry.”
Danjagang’s eyes looked far into the distance.
“I wait for the second coming without setting foot in the midfield.”
“yes. That is our mission.”
“Anyone who disobeys the orders of the Heavenly Demon will be punished only by death.”
“That too…”
The magistrate closed his mouth. I understood Danjagang’s intention.
Those two points are absolute propositions that any religious believer must adhere to. But…
“The moment you step into the midfield to catch me, the old men will also be violating their mission. “They can never set foot here.”
Danjagang laughed bitterly.
‘It’s full of contradictions.’
The teachings of the Heavenly Demon do not fit together. He also learned this only after becoming a bishop. The teachings of the Heavenly Demon that they had believed in were nothing more than a haphazard concatenation of short phrases he had uttered.
“There is no need to doubt.”
Dan Zagang spoke in a heavy voice.
“If He truly cares for us, cares for us, and guides us, He will surely respond to our earnestness. “I just want to be a servant who conveys His resonance on behalf of the believers.”
“….”
When there was no answer, he glanced down at the envoy.
“Speak.”
“…How dare you….”
“Speak.”
The magistrate, who could not resist the urging, bit his lip slightly and opened his mouth.
“I dare ask you… what if, just in one chance, he doesn’t hear our cries… and he doesn’t come back right away? What do you plan to do?”
Danjagang answered with indifferent eyes.
“That can’t be possible.”
“Bishop.”
“He will definitely answer.”
He turned away from the magistrate.
But deep in his feigned indifference, something small stirred in his eyes.
‘What if you don’t answer?’
That question has been asked countless times already. But no matter how much I ask myself and ask myself again and again, I don’t get an answer.
‘You’ll find out then.’
Danjagang’s eyes, which were suppressing the gloom blooming in his heart, narrowed slightly for a moment.
“A guest has arrived.”
Hearing those words, the magistrate suddenly stood up from his seat. And he looked ahead with his blade-like gaze.
“They seem a little different.”
A faint smile appeared on Danjagang’s lips.
Maybe they will allow him to experience the true power of the midfielder that he has not realized.
“I will handle it.”
“no. Leave it alone. “Let’s listen first.”
Danjagang slowly stepped forward. The other person also seemed to recognize Danjagang and ran straight towards him.
Soon, warriors radiating anticipation that made their skin sting lined up on the other side of the Danja River. Their number was over one hundred.
“hmm.”
Before Danjagang could open his mouth, a person walked out from among them.
Mangeumdaebu, a cold-faced middle-aged man wearing cheongsam, finally faces the Danjagang River.
“Are you in charge?”
Danjagang did not answer.
However, Mangeumdaebu seemed to have already heard and sent a signal without waiting any longer.
Then, those in the back brought a large box and placed it in front of Mangeumdaebu.
chin!
A dozen boxes the size of human torsos fell forward at the same time. The lid opened and all kinds of precious jewels and gold bars poured out. It looked like a sack of grain had burst.
Danjagang indifferently caught a glimpse of so many treasures that it made his eyes wander.
“What is this?”
“gift.”
“…gift?”
Godfather Mangeum nodded slowly.
“It’s a place to welcome the devil of the world, but you can’t come without a gift. “Think of this as the sincerity of a dark ghost.”
Danjagang’s lips drew a small smile.
“What do you want?”
“conversation. And consultation.”
“Conversation…” When
Danjagang did not continue speaking, Mangeumdaebu spoke first.
“I want to know what you guys want.”
“why?”
“If there’s anything we can do, we might be able to cooperate.”
Mangeumdaebu’s eyes were so dark that it was difficult to guess his meaning. Dan Zagang muttered slowly.
“It’s what you want….”
That’s it. Jerk.
He walked forward calmly. And then I picked up a handful of trash lying on the floor.
“It’s rich.”
Wow. Crash.
The objects he held in his hands were distorted and broken in an instant. The gold tore and melted, and the jewels turned into powder and scattered.
“…It’s such a rich land. So much so that these useless, inedible things have value.”
“If you wish…”
But Mangeumdaebu was not embarrassed at all.
“The price could be a mountain of grain. Otherwise, it could be a land for you to live in.”
“….”
“I cannot guarantee that I can give away everything that is available in the world. But most things can be given away.”
“hmm.”
“Tell me. What do you want? It won’t be a loss-making business. “What we hope to gain will be so small compared to what we have to give.”
Dan Zagang curled his dark lips.
“We don’t need grain, land, or wealth… we don’t need it.”
“then?”
Mangeum Daebu did not waver.
Because it’s clear they want something. So there was no reason to be shaken.
“But… I think they have what I want.”
Dan Jagang stared straight at Mangeum Daebu.
“Tell me, you unbeliever.”
“….”
“Is your reputation so high that it makes this midfielder tremble?”
Godfather Mangeum nodded with an expressionless face.
“Your reputation is not that low.”
“okay. Right. “Then that’s it.”
Danjagang smiled whitely.
“Your death will definitely be known throughout the world. “Enough so everyone knows we’re here.”
The corner of Godfather Mangeum’s eyes, which had been calm the whole time, twitched for a moment.
“Whatever you want…”
“Now shut your dirty mouth, you dirty unbeliever. “I feel like my ears will rot just by talking.”
Blood began to pour from Danjagang’s eyes.
“All I need is your word. Shout out. Shout until your throat explodes. “Let your insignificant scream echo throughout the world.”
“Crazy…”
Godfather Mangeum’s complexion changed completely.
The madness emanating from Danjagang seemed to momentarily take my breath away.
“godfather!”
“Negotiations have collapsed. Strike the enemy head first!”
But the good news is that we faced the enemy’s leader right in front of us. If only the author could be eliminated, the remaining believers would be devastated!
“Kill!”
As soon as the Great Mangeum’s command was given, the elites of the Black Ghosts rushed towards the Bishop, emitting deadly force like blades.
But at that moment.
Quaaaaaaaaa!
A formidable storm of demonic energy raged around Danjagang. The black magic energy soared endlessly into the sky like a gigantic dragon fist wind.
The elite black demons who were rushing in front of that amazing sight stopped without realizing it.
“Uh…uh…”
Is this really a sight created by humans?
Blood light poured out in an ominously dark and black whirlpool.
“Only death will make you worthy!”
Danjagang’s demonic energy spurted out in all directions.
