Episode 1028 Just understand. (3)
Shabby eyes. Dry, cracked lips, skin reminiscent of a rough old tree, and a bloodless face.
All of this spoke of the hardships Mangeumdaebu had gone through.
But even without seeing his face, it wasn’t that difficult to guess what he had been through. Above all, the arm that was cut off just below the shoulder clearly explains his situation.
Mangeumdaebu looked at the person sitting across from him with a haggard face. The person half-drooping on the throne was looking down at Mangum Daebu with his legs crossed. The gaze was extremely arrogant.
I couldn’t tell if the look in those eyes was contempt, concern, or ridicule. Maybe it contains everything.
Mangeumdaebu consciously straightened his shoulders. If I didn’t do that, my shoulders would keep slumping.
Because he committed a crime?
Of course it may be so, but that is not the whole story.
The Jang Il-so he met for the first time in three years was not the Jang Il-so he knew.
In just three years, Jang Il-so had become someone who suited that throne very well. So much so that even Mangeum Godfather was overwhelmed by the momentum.
“…It’s a funny joke.”
Jang Il-so said in a drowsy voice.
“It hasn’t been long since the Black Dragon King had his arm cut off at Maehwa Island, and now Mangeum Daebu appears with his arm cut off… If things continue like this, we’ll have to recruit at least an engineer who makes prosthetic hands to the Sapaeryeon.”
“….”
When there was no answer from Mangeum Godfather, Jang Il-so shook his head. There’s nothing more boring than having a conversation with someone who can’t make jokes.
“okay. “Where are you talking?”
At those words, Mangeum Godfather’s empty pupils stared at Jang Il-so.
“Try making excuses or persuading. “But I don’t know if it will be okay for him to come back after losing his arm while fighting against the demonic cult.”
The cruel eyes mixed with laughter pierced through Mangeum Daebu. It was quite different from the almost corpse-like look in Mangeum’s eyes.
However, the current Mangeumdaebu did not feel any fear in his eyes. What he experienced was too shocking to be afraid of those eyes.
“…Bishop….”
Godfather Mangeum forced his mouth to open.
“That… is not a person.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes sank grimly.
“You learned something great in return for giving up one of your arms.”
“…I’m not saying this to make excuses, Ryeonju.”
Godfather Mangeum’s lips began to tremble slightly. As if even thinking about that bishop was difficult and painful.
“Nothing worked. “Nothing… not even the sword I plunged into its chest could hurt it.”
The moment those words came out, Jang Il-so’s eyebrows twitched.
Aside from his personal admiration for Mangeum Daebu, his Demon King Twelve Ryu are all sword arts that even Jang Il-so cannot help but acknowledge.
But is there a person in this world who cannot even be hurt by that mangeum godfather?
‘It’s not realistic.’
Jang Il-so leaned forward slightly, leaning against the backrest.
“Tell me in more detail.”
“In my life… it was my first time encountering something like that. That’s not something people can do. “Nothing is working… really nothing.”
“There is nothing in this world that people cannot do anything about.”
Jang Il-so said harshly.
“Kang Hao already completely destroyed those demonic cults a hundred years ago. But now? “It’s a bad joke.”
“…Is this like a joke?”
Jang Il-so’s eyes showed a moment of irritation at Mangeum Godfather’s question.
I still thought it was nonsense, but I felt even more uncomfortable because I couldn’t ignore it. The reason is very simple. It was because it was none other than Mangeum Godfather who was saying the joke.
If the person who conveyed these words had been the Black Dragon King or the Heavenly Monk, they would have been able to ignore it as just a frightened bastard rambling on his own.
However, it is not a loan worth a million dollars. The Mangeum godfather Jang Il-so knows will not lose his temper even when his head is cut off.
“…even I didn’t understand. No… to be honest, I was just scared.”
“So…”
Jang Il-so opened his mouth in a very serious tone.
“Are you saying you’re so strong that even someone as strong as you can’t do anything about it? “That guy called the bishop?”
Mangeumdaebu did not answer right away but hesitated. As if he also needed to organize his thoughts.
“…a little bit different.”
“different?”
“Obviously he was strong. It made no sense. “He faced me and the hundred or so elites I led at the same time, and he didn’t get a single wound.”
Godfather Mangeum trembled as if remembering that scene.
“But… yeah. “Now that I think about it, it’s definitely strange.”
“Stop muttering to yourself and talk properly. “Unless your head has gone crazy.”
When Jang Il-so urged him on, Mangeum Godfather, who thought for a moment, spoke in a slightly cracked voice.
“…I wasn’t able to demonstrate my skills.”
When Jang Il-so heard those words, a look flashed in his eyes.
“A little more detail.”
“There wasn’t really a problem with my body. It is undeniable that he was overcome by momentum, but that alone does not explain it. Despite my best efforts, my sword didn’t feel like my sword. It was like… yes, it was like I was swinging a sword in very deep water.”
Jang Il-so slowly licked his lips.
“It’s a demonic cult….”
Traditions about demonic cults are always empty.
The most absurd thing among them is that they always pushed the entire midfield even though their numbers were never the majority.
No matter how much they may be beasts that have surrendered themselves to fanaticism, if they are born from the same people, there is no way that there will be much difference no matter what they learn.
But now, after listening to Mangeumdaebu’s words, I felt like the mystery of that strangeness had been solved to some extent.
Mangeum Loan added.
“…It felt like I had hit a wall. “A wall that cannot be overcome by anything.”
Jang Il-so’s face hardened and he was lost in thought.
Looking back, there are no Safains who gained fame in the battle against the Demonic Cult. Even in the last war against the Demon Cult, the Sapa was simply swept away helplessly against the Demon Cult.
Is it natural that Sapa’s physiology is to submit to the strong?
That’s not even funny.
Surrender only has meaning when survival is guaranteed in return. What is the meaning of surrendering to a demonic cult that does not allow those who surrender alive?
At that time, the absolute leaders of the Four Sects would certainly have responded to the Demonic Cult. However, strangely enough, these people, who were clearly not greatly influenced by political factions, have no record of dealing with the Demonic Cult.
If so, the interpretation becomes quite self-evident.
“It’s a matter of compatibility.”
“…maybe.”
Jang Il-so gently pressed his temples.
According to Mangeumdaebu’s words, the martial arts of Demonicism may act as a kind of compatibility for the Four Schools.
‘No, not just us.’
If that were the case, the demonic beasts of the Demonic Cult would not have been able to sweep away the entire powerhouse. It must be seen as something of a type that devours most of the Jungwon Martial Arts.
‘But how?’
Is that realistically possible?
Who on earth could create something like that? If that is possible, it must be considered that the ability has already surpassed that of humans.
“…No.”
Jang Il-so’s fingers pressed against his temples repeatedly, putting pressure on them.
‘no. ‘This is not it.’
The moment people like Jang Il-so encounter a situation, they try to understand the cause and effect of the situation and its principles. This is because they feel uncomfortable with things that are not accompanied by understanding.
However, sometimes it is better to focus on the phenomenon itself rather than understanding it. If I deny what I cannot interpret, I may one day fall for my own tricks.
‘Interpret it as it is.’
Even if it doesn’t make sense, even if it’s something his mind can’t understand, in this situation, acknowledgment will produce a better result than denial.
“How many of them are there?”
“I didn’t understand it properly.”
Jang Il-so frowned.
“But it is clear that it is not the majority. “It seemed to me that there was no other bishop than this one I saw.”
“…It means that they are a starting group or a group that broke away. No, maybe that’s all that’s left of the Demonic Cult.”
Mangeumdaebu nods as if he agrees.
“Then the solution is simple. All we have to do is kill that bishop somehow.”
“Pushing through water won’t work. “It seemed like his martial arts skills were extremely specialized in massacring the majority.”
“To put it the other way, it means that he got his arm cut off by that guy and ran away. You’re so good at saying things like that. “It seems you don’t even know shame, godfather.”
“You will understand.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes narrowed for an instant.
However, Mangeumdaebu muttered, staring into space with blank eyes as if he could not see his reaction.
“If you face that monster in person… you will understand… that shame is nothing more than a luxury. Must…”
“Tsk.”
Jang Il-so clicked his tongue briefly as if he was displeased. And then I leaned back on the chair again.
‘After all, it’s Hangzhou.’
The most important thing in war is military funding. And, as it happens, the place where the Demonic Religion flourished is the richest land in Gangnam. It is clear that if that place were to be devastated, it would have a huge impact on the money that Sapaeryeon collects.
No matter what means, it must be resolved as quickly as possible.
He quietly closed his eyes and calmly summarized the situation.
‘The solution is…’
How much time has passed?
When Jang Il-so opened his eyes again, his eyes shone coldly.
“…Seondo (仙道).”
“….”
“It’s Seondo.”
Jang Il-so smiled crookedly, as if he had finally found a solution.
“If they really have supernatural power that cannot be understood through common sense, then the only thing that can break it will ultimately be Taoism or Buddhism. “I never thought I would believe in such empty words as the spirit of evil.”
He looked up at the ceiling as if in despair.
“But… it would be better for me to become a stupid fanatic than to cover up and deny what happened.”
Jang Il-so, who had been staring at the ceiling with his head bent, finally slowly stood up.
Mangeumdaebu asked, following his movements with his eyes.
“What are you going to do?”
“I need a knife.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes shone coldly.
“The situation is not so easy. It doesn’t seem like an enemy that’s simple enough to take on two idiots. The worst thing would be if I try and fail. Then everything falls apart. “You must never fail.”
“….”
“Then I need to get a proper sword. “A sword that can surely cut off that monster’s head.”
Mangeum Daebu is a man with extraordinary intelligence. Even without a detailed explanation, he clearly knew who Jang Il-so was referring to by the ‘sword’ he was referring to.
“Do you think they will comply?”
“joy. You’re talking stupid, Godfather. I’m not asking you to respond. “It’s about making them respond.”
“….”
A mysterious light continued to flicker in Jang Il-so’s oily eyes.
“The world is so interesting. I never thought I would reach out to them. Hahahaha.”
His big laugh made the Daejeon sound loud.
After laughing for a while, he walked forward without hesitation, making a loud noise.
Mangeumdaebu just looked at Jang Ilso’s back with eyes filled with both concern and anticipation.
