Episode 1001. Once again. (1)
“Now, Elder!”
In an urgent voice, the shaman’s elder Song Hwa Jin-in asked with a pale face.
“How is the situation going?”
“I’m being pushed! “No, I can’t even hold my ankle!”
“Oh my…”
Cold sweat ran down his forehead.
‘Why this place?’
I feel it. To this very place with a mountain in between.
It’s a thick magic energy that feels like your whole body is being stabbed with thousands of needles, and it’s choking you.
“Now, Elder! Take action…!”
Songhwa’s fingertips were shaking.
Measures? Of course, measures must be taken. The person in charge here is none other than Songhwa.
But what solution can there be?
All the power in this place was put into action. Thirty disciples of the shaman brought in from the main text have already been brought in to prepare for any unexpected situation.
Each one of them is a beginner in Taegeukhyegeom and is the elite of the elite who can perform the double sword sword, the pride of shamans. However, even these people are unable to stop the enemy even for a moment and are just helplessly shedding blood.
But what better solution is there?
“If this place is pushed, the rear will be completely exposed! Elder!”
“Know!”
Songhwa raised her voice nervously.
The place they are guarding is the last line of those who went on the attack. If this place collapses, the escape route for those who entered Daesan (大山) will be cut off. If so, it is very clear what will happen.
Not even if it means risking your life. We must stop it somehow, even if it means risking our lives.
But…
“What on earth… are we supposed to do?”
Sweat began to pour down from Songhwa’s face.
The person approaching from the other side is not something that can be blocked with such determination.
“How can you tell me to stop the bishop!”
Songhwa screamed as if she was struggling and grabbed the handle of her sword.
In the first place, I had never even heard of a bishop being able to come here. If I had even thought about that possibility, I wouldn’t have given the order to defend the rear with less than fifty people.
It was that moment.
Quaaaaaaa!
A huge energy rose from beyond the mountain.
The moment Songhwa witnessed that black energy, she took five steps back without realizing it.
But there was no need to blush. The same was true for the other disciples around him.
“…Ugh.”
That is a disaster. The beings who serve the Heavenly Demon closest, even though they are afraid to speak of them.
“How can there be dozens of such things?…”
If the existence of the Heavenly Demon was something that could not be controlled by human power, then those bishops were a real threat, digging their nails into their necks.
A whirlpool of black magic energy rushed like a blade. An uncontrollable moan escaped Songhwa’s mouth.
“Call for support!”
“Elder!”
“Quickly call for assistance right now! There’s a bishop here! We can’t hold out even an inch on our own! right now!”
“Ji Ji-won has already been requested! But…”
Songhwa knew what was to come next without even hearing it.
There are no forces left in the main camp to provide support against that bishop. What idiot in the world would go on the offensive with enough strength left to deal with the bishop?
“Aaaahhh!”
At that moment, the image of the shaman’s disciple being torn to pieces clearly caught Songhwa’s eyes.
Literally crushed.
The shaman’s disciple, swept up in the vortex of black demonic energy, was not able to leave behind a single piece, but was broken into pieces and scattered throughout the dark mountain.
“Ah…”
Songhwa’s chin naturally began to tremble.
Even if I try to endure it, I can’t. What on earth can you do against a demon that isn’t even a human?
“Retreat…”
“Yes?”
Words that should never have come out of Songhwa’s mouth came out. He immediately covered his mouth with both hands.
This can never happen.
I can’t even imagine how big the damage will be if this place is breached. If they hesitate to shed blood, they will have to repay with thousands of drops of blood for each drop of blood they saved.
Know. I know!
But…
“Woof.”
He was shaken by the sudden feeling of nausea.
If you stay here, you will die. Not only that, everyone will die.
This is a dog’s death.
If they can change something with their lives, they can sacrifice as much as they want. But what can they change with their lives?
Even the dying! Even those who are about to die! Even with the life of someone who has not yet died! I can’t stop that devil’s steps even for a moment!
Why do we have to continue making meaningless sacrifices like this?
“Aaaahhh!”
At that moment, another life was lost in vain.
Quaaaaaaa!
The swirling vortex of magical energy was clearly advancing towards this place. Slow but certain death is approaching him.
Songhwa’s eyes were filled with fear.
No matter how much he is a shaman elder, his name is so insignificant in front of the bishop. That devil probably wouldn’t even feel the difference between him and the first disciple he was dealing with.
“Uh…”
The hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably. He tried to pull out his sword, but his Songmungo sword stuck to the scabbard as if it had been coated with glue, and he had no intention of coming out.
“…Resign.”
“yes?”
Songhwa bit her lip with bloodshot eyes. The words I had once suppressed came out again.
“After retreat….”
It was that very moment.
“Elder! Elder!”
A shout of joy was heard from behind. When I turned around, I saw someone running towards this place with all their might.
“What the hell!”
“You’re here! He has come!”
“That person?!”
The name didn’t even appear. At least I didn’t even hear the nickname.
However, Songhwa was immediately able to clearly see who the ‘him’ the disciple was talking about was.
There is no other way.
There was only one person in the world who could bring hope to those who faced that bishop.
“Hwiyu. “It’s scary every time I see it.”
Songhwa violently turned her head.
Before he knew it, a man was crouching next to him and looking across the mountain.
Hair that was roughly pulled up, black military uniform, and a dark green long robe with white embroidery over it… No, it wasn’t difficult to guess who this person was just from this enormous presence that took your breath away, leaving all that aside.
“Ah, Dark Zone….”
Dark Zone party report. A reaper from the Tang family who sometimes causes more fear than the Demonic Cult, even to those on his own side.
He was glaring in the bishop’s direction with a cold smile.
“Are you in charge here?”
When Amzon asked without even turning his head, Songhwa trembled. But even for a moment, Songhwa nodded vigorously.
“That’s right! Amzon!”
“Kids get bitten.”
“yes?”
When Song-hwa asked blankly, Tang-bo frowned.
“No, it’s okay. “Even if the idiot tries to save me, I can’t accept it.”
“…what is that?”
It was that moment.
Jerk.
Songhwa’s heart sank at the sound of footsteps behind her.
Of course, the leader of the amzone is an expert that he cannot dare to approach. Isn’t Tang Bo the incarnation of memorization, said to be the best master since the Tang family has been producing for 100 years?
However, if the opponent is that bishop, even the name of such an underworld fades. There is no way his disciple would have become so angry just because Amzon had come.
That means…
Songhwa looked away trembling. And then I looked blankly at the person coming towards me.
black uniform. A blood-red plum blossom pattern engraved on its chest.
Her hair is tied back tightly, but it falls out uncontrollably and is very tangled. But it wasn’t the outfit that caught Songhwa’s attention.
eye.
I ended up seeing those cool eyes visible through the flowing bangs.
Songhwa muttered as if she was in pain without realizing it.
“Every…Hwageomjon.”
okay. There is only this person. This was the only name they could shout against that devilish bishop.
Jerk. Jerk.
Plum Sword Master Cheongmyeong stood in front of him and opened his mouth.
“What is the situation?”
Songhwa suddenly came to her senses at the cold voice that came her way and quickly answered.
“We are waging a delayed war against Bishop Joo, but we are not enough on our own. Plum Sword Zone!”
When Tang Bao heard those words, a sound of wind leaked out of his mouth.
“Jiyeonjeon is talking some kind of shit.”
“…yes?”
At that moment, Maehwageomjon grabbed Songhwa by the collar and pulled her tightly.
Songhwa couldn’t even scream and froze on the spot.
“you.”
“….”
“Are you a shaman elder?”
Songhwa quickly nodded.
“I see…”
“But what are you doing here?”
“…yes?”
An eerie murderous spirit flowed from Cheongmyeong’s eyes.
“Your disciples are dying over there, so why are you just watching from the back, you piece of shit?”
“….”
Songhwa froze without even making a sound.
It felt like an angry beast sinking its teeth into his neck and growling. It felt like if he moved even a little, the sharp fangs would cut through his blood vessels and suffocate him. A feeling of fear constricted my breathing.
“If there is no solution, we should at least step up and fight together. “Do you care so much about your life that you order your disciples to catch arrows and just watch from behind?”
“I am…”
“You idiot!”
Pow!
Cheongmyeong hit Songhwa on the chin.
Songhwa fell down screaming, unable to raise her head and trembled slightly. Cheongmyeong caught a glimpse of him as if he were seeing a bug, then turned and walked forward.
Tang Bo clicked his tongue.
“I think you survived thanks to those kids. “If they weren’t dangerous, it wouldn’t have ended like this.”
“….”
Tang Bo, who sneered at Song Hwa, soon ran towards Cheong Myeong, who had gone ahead.
“Oh brother! Let’s go together. “What’s so urgent!”
Plum sword zone and dark zone.
The two men moved toward the swirling demon energy without hesitation.
Perhaps sensing their presence, the demonic energy became even more hysterical. However, even after seeing that scene, the two people smiled crookedly instead of stopping.
“Are you alone?”
“It looks like they brought about twenty people with them.”
“Then you are alone.”
“…Let’s say so.”
Slurp.
Cheongmyeong slowly pulled out the plum sword. Tension spread throughout my body, giving me chills. The bishop’s power was so strong that even his body sent a warning.
“…is it a thousand deaths?”
“A show like Gwangsoul (狂魂)?”
“It doesn’t matter. “He’s going to die anyway.”
Cheongmyeong lowered his sword and spoke harshly.
“When you killed that guy last time, were you unconscious for two weeks?”
“Don’t talk nonsense. “It was just one week!”
“That’s it. If you mess up this time, you’ll get away with it. So don’t get in the way and stay behind.”
“It looks like you completely forgot that I fixed the time when your arm almost fell off, right? “I’m worried I might fall off my head this time, so I guess I can’t do it?”
Cheongmyeong chuckled.
As the distance got closer, his hand holding the plum sword grew stronger.
“Then there’s nothing we can do.”
Cheongmyeong revealed his teeth.
“Let’s cut that bastard’s head off first and then we can talk about it.”
Tang Bo, who pulled out his secret sword from inside his sleeve, chuckled and nodded.
“I agree with that.”
The two kicked the ground at the same time.
Two streaks of black and blue meteors penetrated into the surging demonic storm.
that day.
Another bishop died at the mouth of Daesan.
