Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 898

898 times. Let’s just kill half of

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Magnolia Mountain.

Early moning.

About two hundred and fifty men and women entered the valley.

It is the headquarters of the Demonic Cult.

Swordsman Oh-Kyung Chun approached Dan Son-Ik, the swordsman of blood, who led the group from the forefront.

“Dan Daeju. Ask our lord how far are you going? Since this is Mt. Magnolia, can’t we go back soon?”

Then, Dansonik answered while staring at the summit.

“Didn’t Namcheon mention Hocheonmaeng and tell her to hang out with her and go? If I can’t find them, I’ll have to at least go up to the top of the mountain.”

“It’s the top of the mountain. Got it. I will tell you that.”

Cheon Oh-gyeong was about to turn around, but Dan Son-ik’s subordinate, who had gone out to reconnaissance, returned.

“Lord. Hocheonmaeng guys are ambushing on the left and right inside the valley.”

“indeed. Is it time to go back?”

Then Oh-Kyung Cheon asked.

“Namcheon told me to hang out with Hocheon-maeng and go… don’t you think he had a different meaning?”

“Does it mean something else?”

“The word ‘moderately’ differs in intensity from person to person. If a master like Namcheon took proper care of it, it would be normal to lose a limb.”

“Well, that’s true, but… is it possible that Namcheon wants us to do that?”

“Isn’t the Southern League and Hocheon League competing? Namcheon is a member of the Namcheong, so Hocheonmaeng will be a thorn in the eye. So they might want us to take care of Hocheonmaeng on their behalf. No, I definitely will.”

“Hmm!”

A quiet voice flowed from Dansonik’s mouth.

Considering the humanity of Namcheon, who is called the Great Devil, it was a story that was quite possible.

Dan Son-ik, who was worried, called together the masters of the Mystic Law, Dokhaengmu, and Musamusaengmun.

“…This is how things turned out. What should I do with the Hocheonmaeng who ambushed in the canyon?”

At his words, the masters of the three gates could not easily open their mouths.

Considering the inaction of Nanchuan Yanjeokhe, he must somehow do as he wishes.

The problem is the range of ‘moderately’.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out how far I had to trample Hocheonmaeng.

As if blaming himself, the owner of the Mystic Law Gugyeongmun, a Buddhist sasaeng (不視死生), said something.

“Tsk! If you knew it would be like this, you should definitely ask on the spot…”

The Demonic Cult masters were intimidated by Namcheon’s Raiseul and hoped to break up quickly.

So I didn’t ask what moderation specifically meant.

In fact, if Namcheon had not been a member of the Southern Alliance, he would not have worried.

The problem is that Namcheon, the leader of the Southern Alliance, said such a thing.

The swordsman Eunwoogeum, the Munju swordsman of Samurai School, who was struggling, spoke.

“Namcheon is a member of the Southern Alliance, and his humanity is famous for being cruel, so I don’t think it’s true. That said, if you annihilate Hocheonmaeng, you don’t know what kind of pod you’ll get, so let’s just kill half of them.”

At those words, the master of the Mystic Law Tour and the head of the self-guided Mujumun shook their heads.

Come to think of it, if he was known as the Great Devil, he would have been satisfied with half of it.

Among the three clan lords, Sword Demon Eunwoogeum, the lord of the Musa Musaeng Mun, was the best in terms of strength.

Dan Profits and Loss did not object either.

This is because the strongest person in the headquarters of the Demonic Cult is the Sword Demon Eunwoogeum, the head of the Samurai Monastery.

If it was half of Hocheonmaeng, it was a number that would calm the resistance of those who remained in Cheonsan.

Thus, the fate of Hocheonmaeng was decided.

***

Maqiao went deep into the canyon even after knowing about Hocheonmaeng’s ambush.

Around the time the Demonic Bridge reached the center of the canyon, rocks rolled down from above.

Some Demonic Cult masters with weak intuition lost their lives by being crushed by rocks.

Then, arrows rained down on the head of the demonic cult.

When the rain of arrows stopped for a moment, the Demonic Cult counterattack began.

The lord of the three gates, the royal guards, and the great lord of the Black Dragon soared with the divine law of the fish farm.

Surprised, the masters of Hocheonmaeng rushed at the five masters of the Demonic Cult, but it was not enough.

The masters of the Three Gates and the masters of the Black Dragons of the Royal Guard roamed the ranks between the masters of the Hocheonmaeng.

Hocheonmaeng masters fell like autumn leaves.

That was just the beginning of the tragedy.

He climbed up the cliff to reach the headquarters of the Demonic Sect while the battle line of the Hocheonmaeng collapsed.

Then, Hocheonmaeng collapsed without a chance to do anything.

On top of the cliff, the road to Hell of Abi Gyu-hwan spread out.

Most of the people dying were Hocheonmaeng masters.

The leader of the Hocheonmaeng and some of the leaders cut down the masters of the Demonic Cult, but the situation did not change.

In just one minute (15 minutes), the number of Hocheonmaeng was reduced by half.

The leader of the Hocheonmaeng, the Mugeuk Merchant, cut down the masters of the Demonic Cult with bloodshot eyes.

No matter how much the opponent was the Demonic Cult, Hocheonmaeng’s sacrifice was too great.

Besides, at this speed, they could all die within a few days.

He had a glimmer of hope because he had killed more than 50 Demonic Cult masters alone, but this is the result!

“Aaaaaaa!”

As a seeker, my conscience hurt to see people dying because of their own decisions.

Belatedly, I regretted ‘what kind of honor could have driven people to death’, but it was already too late.

To avoid genocide, they would have to order a retreat, but that was not easy either.

This is because the battle lines have already collapsed and each of them is struggling to survive.

In the midst of being blocked even for each other, retreat was only a wishful matter.

‘iced coffee! Too many people have died because of my greed. How can I bear this guilt?’

It is time for the Mugeuk merchant to shed bloody tears in front of the deaths of his fellow students.

‘Wow!’ from the back A group of unmanned soldiers appeared with a shout.

Shining light poured out of the Mugeuk Merchant’s eyes, who reflexively turned his head.

They were the warriors of the Sword King and the Southern Alliance.

He was such a hated sword king, but now he looked like a bodhisattva.

When the Southern Alliance appeared, the Demonic Cult stopped killing and ran away like a lie.

The evil masters of the Hocheonmaeng grabbed the fleeing Demonic Cult masters and stretched them out.

About a dozen masters of the Demonic Cult, who were fighting with them, were trapped between the Nam-maeng and the Ho-cheon.

The masters of the Demonic Cult left behind soon became the target of the Hocheon Alliance and the Southern Alliance.

The masters of the Demonic Cult, who lost their fighting spirit, fell victim to the swords of the angry Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng.

The fight ended with the death of the master of the Demonic Cult who had endured until the end.

The Hocheonmaeng masters who miraculously succeeded in reversing cheered.

“Aaaaaaa!”

He died and came back to life, so it’s worth it.

Within a moment of emotion, they wandered around looking for the body of an alumnus with a bloody body.

The Mugeuk Merchant, the leader of the Hocheon League, approached the Sword King Namgung Byeok, the leader of the Southern Alliance.

“The Sword King’s lord. thank you Thanks to you, I was able to defeat the Demonic Cult.”

Namgung Byeok replied with a sad face.

“I ran without stopping and was barely able to be late. I wish we had come a little sooner…”

“No. I never knew that the Demonic Cult, which I had only heard about, could be this scary.”

Ho Chun Meng single-handedly killed about twenty Demonic Cult masters.

The remaining dozen or so were defeated jointly with the Southern Alliance, so it was difficult to present them as criminal convictions.

On the other hand, there were about 300 Hocheonmaeng masters who lost their lives.

That means more than half are dead.

If the South hadn’t come, the survivors would have been counted on the fingers.

“You worked hard. With this fight, the whole world will praise the spirit of the Hocheonmaeng.”

“ha! When I think of those who were sacrificed, I cannot lift my head because of guilt.”

“Don’t beat yourself up like that. The destiny of Hocheonmaeng is to be pioneered by Hocheonmaeng. Do you think anything can be gained without shedding blood?”

“…”

The Mugeuk Merchant did not answer.

But I could see what the sword king was talking about.

That’s right.

There is nothing to be gained without a price.

Isn’t that why people fight for food and live?

The battle of Hocheonmaeng is also an extension of the quarrel.

A quarrel is never beautiful.

Like Hocheonmaeng’s miserable appearance now…

The Merchant Mugeuk, who had endlessly blamed himself, decided to accept the harsh reality.

“…Thank you.”

With the advice of the Sword King, the Mugeuk Merchant was able to shake off the burden of his heart.

After a while, Hocheon-maeng and Nam-maeng separated.

The Hucheon Meng going to Zhengzhou headed north, and the Southern Meng going back to Hebi headed east.

***

Yeonjeokha didn’t look good all the way down Mt. Mokryeon.

An unseen heartache spoke softly.

“Gongja. Don’t you look good?”

“It’s because I’m annoyed.”

“why?”

“I told the Demonic Cult bastards to hang out ‘in moderation’ and go.”

“It was.”

“Did you see it? More than 300 people died in the Hocheon League. That’s gross.”

“I don’t know. Maybe that’s appropriate for the Demonic Cult.”

“no! Where do you think it’s appropriate?”

“Oh, Gongja-nim. The Demonic Cult kills even with eye contact. Did you know that their ‘moderate’ would be the same as ours? Couldn’t you teach me exactly?”

“So you’re saying it’s my fault?”

“But thanks to Confucius, we survived by almost half. Had they made up their mind and resorted to trickery, almost all of them would have died. The Demonic Cult is originally such a place.”

“shit! How do you decide how many people to kill? I can’t do that! They are absolutely wrong!”

“Catch someone walking down the street and ask them. It’s because I kept my promise to the Demonic Cult. The people from the Jeongju branch didn’t die, so be satisfied with that.”

“Oh, I am so angry. You ignored my words.”

“From their point of view, it’s because it was a good fit and then left out.”

For some reason, Heartache did not give in and sided with the Demonic Cult until the end.

Later, the crazy Yeonjeokha said.

“Did you receive anything from the Demonic Cult without me knowing? Why are you on their side?”

“When did you have time to eat? This is a word I said to calm my anger.”

He put on a disapproving expression at the words of his heartache, but said nothing more.

Then things happened.

around lunchtime.

It was time to take a break and eat in the shade of a tree on the other side of the road.

‘Waaaa!’ Laughter broke out.

At first glance, the atmosphere seems to be congratulating the success of the Nammaeng.

There was almost no damage to the Southern League, but it was understandable that the Hocheon League lost about 300 lives.

The masters of the Southern League knew the heart of the musketeer and pretended not to see it.

This is because they are also members of the South Alliance, and the interests of the South Alliance are their own.

But there are people who aren’t like that at all.

it’s intertwined He frowned as he blamed himself for saying, “People who didn’t have to die died because of his carelessness.”

The people of this generation hurriedly said one word at a time as Yeonjeokha’s eyes became ferocious.

“Hum-hum, I want you to laugh and talk like that because it’s a good thing.”

“There are not a few injured people in the Southern Alliance too… but take care of yourself.”

“He looks a little excited to be going back home, but let’s see. It is true that the musketeers have suffered in the meantime.”

“Is that so? If you think you’re celebrating because your hard work is over…”

Some criticized the behavior of the Musketeers, but there were also people who made excuses for the Musketeers.

Mo Yong-moon, a member of the Southern Alliance, who was comforting the musketeers for their hard work, continued to speak.

“Everyone suffered a lot. I don’t know who thought colic (abdominal pain in horses), but it was good. Thanks to this, I was able to reduce the damage of the Southern League and increase the damage of the Hocheon League. Just do it, no more no less. Then it will work.”

Yeon Jeok-ha, who jumped up from his seat at the moment, glared at Mo Yong-mun and shouted.

“What did you just say!”