Episode 1332. I’ll just engrave that name. (2)
The monster’s face became grumpy as he looked at the scene unfolding before his eyes.
He is clearly a man accustomed to blood. It is no exaggeration to say that since the day I first held a sword in my hand, the number of days I have seen blood has been greater than the number of days I have not seen it.
Even he felt unfamiliar with the scene unfolding before him.
The white cliffs that rose to the left and right of the canyon were stained red as if they had been painted on purpose, and the people who were once the owners of the blood were none other than the members he had carefully raised.
Looking at the cruelly left behind corpses, the monster swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
More than half of the hundred or so members of the Blood Sword Corps lost their souls and disappeared in this canyon. No, in fact, among those who survived, close to half were barely alive. Just waiting for death to come.
The term for this situation is simple.
Destruction.
The Blood Sword Order, one of the Ten Thousand Danes, collapsed here. There are only about thirty people left. Now, it would be ridiculous to call it Dan (團).
Although he did not have any warm feelings, such as caring for the people he raised, he felt a feeling that was difficult to express when he saw the miserable bodies of his subordinates.
I glanced at the figure who was blocking me from leaving the canyon’s exit and reaching the open land.
This person is single-handedly holding off not only the Blood Swordsman but also the thousands of armies of the Maninbang.
This is what the Hwasan Sword Association looks like.
Maybe… this current scene may later become a legend, or even a myth, and be talked about for a long time in the world.
This may be the first anecdote that someone among the later brings up when they need to discuss the Hwasan Sword Association.
Even if that Hwasan Swordsman Association buries its bones here and becomes a handful of ghosts, its heroic status will not fade in the slightest.
No, maybe you will build up a reputation greater than just surviving.
Because sometimes a hero is complete through death.
There is no way for a monster to not admit it. Even though they are enemies, Cheongmyeong’s actions and actions are great.
This person rushed all the way to this faraway land to save Haenam, which was isolated in enemy territory, and even single-handedly stopped the army of 10,000 people pursuing Haenam.
We have no choice but to acknowledge that this was a heroic move just based on the simple facts without any exaggeration. Perhaps now, Goeryang is witnessing the birth of a legend that will be passed down from generation to generation.
But… in reality, it is difficult to find the status of a hero or the defeat of a hero of a myth in the person we see before our eyes.
Her hair, which had been worn high, had become matted, and her youthful face was stained dark red with her own blood and the blood of the Sapae lotus.
The left thigh is split open to expose the bone, and the mark where the sword went through is clearly visible just to the left of the solar plexus.
The side where the bleeding had been temporarily stopped was wide open again, dark red blood pouring out, and there was a long stab wound from the left side of the neck to the armpit.
The scar on my right leg, which I have had since I entered here, the sword wound across my back that is invisible to the naked eye, and the other minor wounds are innumerable.
How can you find any heroic status in a guy who barely supports his body with his sword stuck in the ground, with an appearance that wouldn’t be strange even if he were out of breath at any moment?
Are you saying that there is a great appearance that will decorate myth in that cruel appearance?
That’s not a hero or anything.
That’s just a human.
He was a human being who struggled, struggled, and used evil.
There is no hero here who can split a mountain with a single sword and make the sky tremble with his roar. All that exists is a human being paying a heavy price for what he has accomplished.
Again.
Blood trickled down the tip of Cheongmyeong’s chin and continued to drip. A weak breath escaped from the slightly opened mouth, as if it would break at any moment.
Anyone can see that the limit has already been exceeded.
The appearance of a beast so wounded that even resistance is impossible. Even if it were an ordinary warrior from the Maninbang rather than the Blood Swordsman, it wouldn’t be that difficult to take the author’s life away right now.
However, the members of the Blood Swordsman, who felt more pleasure than anything else in the world in cutting off the life of their prey, could not bear to approach the wounded animal.
But Goryang didn’t want to blame them. No, I can’t blame you.
It was that moment.
Puzzle.
The moment Cheongmyeong gripped the sword with all his might, a friction sound escaped. Cheongmyeong slowly straightened his bent body while holding down the sword stuck in the ground. It was a movement like an old cart creaking.
The monster just watched the scene without saying anything.
Blood continued to flow from Cheongmyeong’s body as he stretched out. The lips visible through the scattered hair slowly parted.
He was saying something, but I couldn’t hear him clearly.
No matter how hard I tried, my voice seemed to not come out easily. Cheongmyeong eventually pursed his lips. The moment our lips met and then separated again, the badly dried lips cracked and blood seeped out.
“⋯⋯inside⋯⋯.”
The split purple lips were soaked red with blood. After a while, the lips parted, and the newly rested, cracked voice came out barely as if it would cut off at any moment.
“Should I continue…?”
The corners of his mouth barely managed to go up in a crooked manner.
The monster who saw that smile couldn’t smile back. I clenched my fists without realizing it.
At that moment, as if it wasn’t just a pretentious statement, the sword of Cheongmyeong began to move.
That play.
The sword stuck in the ground was pulled out.
Even with shaking hands, Cheongmyeong managed to raise the sword, and although he stumbled briefly, he eventually held the sword with both hands.
The monster’s eyes were shaking.
There is no one who does not know what it means that a swordsman cannot even bear the weight of his own sword. At least there won’t be anyone here.
But still, he intends to fight. And now I know the monster too. That’s not bravado or a struggle.
If you can lift a sword, you will fight. Resist if your life is not at stake.
A method that may be incomprehensible to some is a natural logic to the author.
Throbbing.
Goeryang held his lower abdomen tightly with his hands due to the overwhelming pain. The spot where the Hwasan Swordsman had stabbed him and created a hideous hole was once again complaining of pain. The same goes for other injuries. Goryang also suffered numerous injuries from Cheongmyeong’s sword.
However, instead of retreating, the monster also stepped forward, holding his sword more firmly.
It suffocates the Hwasan Sword Association.
This matter cannot be handed over to anyone. This is the right that a monster should take, not anyone else, and compensation for what he has lost.
“⋯⋯ Volcano Sword Association.”
The monster slowly opened his mouth.
“You… you were truly amazing.”
There wasn’t even a hint of sarcasm. It was pure admiration.
Even if the paths taken are different and the directions pursued are different, a monster is still a swordsman with a sword. So there was no way not to express awe.
“But… there are so many useless things about you.”
What if that Hwasan Sword Association was alone and could retreat when it wanted to retreat and fight when it wanted to fight?
So, was the Blood Swordsman really able to catch the Hwasan Swordsman Association?
Probably not. If the Hwasan Sword Association had been alone, the Blood Swordsmen would have been thoroughly hunted by him.
There was no way to narrow the hopeless gap, so he must have cried out and died miserably.
This means that what is now driving the Hwasan Sword Association to death are the things he was trying to protect. All of these trivial things that did not even come close to the value of the Hwasan Sword Association drove him to death.
“That’s a shame. “Maybe… you too could become like Yeonju.”
Qingming did not respond to these words.
Maybe I couldn’t answer. His body is like ashes that have already burned once.
The only thing that sustains him is his spirit that has not yet been extinguished.
The monster slowly put his foot forward and gave a signal with his chin. Then, two members of the Blood Swordsman took a stance behind the monster with nervous faces.
Of course, I know that the Hwasan Sword Association does not even have the strength left to lift a finger. However, there was too much I had seen so far to let down my guard just because of that.
Wooooow.
The monster poured all of his remaining power into the sword.
“At least I’ll kill you without pain.”
Paaaaaaa!
At that moment, a high-pitched sound was heard from behind Cheongmyeong. The monster narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.
A female swordsman from the volcano who had escaped the canyon was running desperately towards the canyon. The youthful earnestness on his face was clearly visible and felt even from this distance.
But Goryang had no intention of responding to that earnest request.
This is because I have already keenly felt that even a small variable should not be hastily tolerated.
“Hit!”
Quang!
The gangsters and members of the Blood Blade rushed towards Cheongmyeong at the speed of a beam of light. Yu Iseol used all his remaining strength and kicked the ground, but the enemies were able to reach Cheongmyeong much faster.
“Oh no…”
Despair filled her eyes. What followed after that was hope.
No, maybe a vague expectation. It was a groundless belief that Cheongmyeong could not be defeated like this.
The sword of Cheongmyeong swung as if trying not to betray that expectation.
But it wasn’t as intense or explosive as usual. The sword, which was incredibly lifeless to be a Cheongmyeong sword strike from the Hwasan Sword Association, collided with the sword of a monster flying helplessly through the air.
Kaang!
With a short, high-pitched metallic sound, the dark plum sword was pushed and bounced by the monster’s sword.
Soon, the monster’s sword was pointed straight at Cheongmyeong’s heart.
‘Ah…’
All my senses became numb, as if I was floating in cloudy water.
Yu Iseol stretched out her hand without realizing it.
However, that hand could not reach either Cheongmyeong or the rapier flying at Cheongmyeong. I just clawed and grabbed the air.
In a helpless world where he couldn’t do anything, all he could see was Cheongmyeong’s back, which was bent differently than usual, and the sight of a monster rushing towards him.
Cheongmyeong’s left shoulder flinched at that moment. And the left hand, which was hanging down, was stretched forward.
I could understand Yu Iseol. That the power of the bamboo leaves squeezed and squeezed is contained in those hands.
Even in that desperate moment, Cheongmyeong did not give up.
Fuuuuuk!
But then something hot splashed onto Yu Iseol’s face.
My vision instantly turned red. In it, she saw it. Unlike usual, Cheongmyeong’s back was bent and weak, and something was not there.
It was a rapier stabbed by a monster.
The tip of the rapier seemed to be sticking out from behind Cheongmyeong’s back.
The smell of blood penetrates the tip of my nose, and I feel something sticky flowing down my skin and a burning sensation.
Only when all of that was added did Yu Iseol fully realize the reality.
A tearing scream erupted.
“Cheongmyeongaaaaaa!”
