Episode 1020. What did you say just now? (5)
Yang Kun, head of the Hangzhou branch of the Black Demon Treasure, slowly turned his head.
‘I thought I heard something.’
He seemed to slightly hear the sound of thunder striking in the distance, but he soon turned his head again. Right now, he couldn’t afford to worry about the little details.
“It’s a pain in the ass.”
As long as the Sapae Reunion occupies the Yangtze River, the Black Demon Treasure will also have to make a decision sooner or later. Depending on what decision Boju makes, it will be different whether he will bow his head and surrender to Maninbang who swallowed up Surochae, or whether he will engage in a fierce battle.
‘No, no.’
In life, things in the world are not so extreme. Maybe they will keep their feelings for each other like this, keep an appropriate distance, and just maintain the framework of the Sapae-ryeon.
Perhaps that is the most realistic prediction.
“The more I think about it, the more my headaches hurt.”
Yangon sighed deeply.
To be honest, he didn’t particularly want to pay attention to things that would shake up the situation in Gangho itself. Just managing Hangzhou well and hunting down the Haomundo who would sometimes sneak into the back alleys and try to retake Hangzhou made me feel like my head was pounding.
Yangon is one of the wise men who knows very well that knowing his subject and living satisfied with what he has is the way to become a winner in life. But unfortunately, those who join the organization are not given a choice.
“What decision will your godfather make?…”
Yangon muttered to himself and licked his lips.
In fact, it may not be that important, regardless of the situation in Kangho. What is important to Mangeum Godfather is which choice is most beneficial to the Black Demon Treasure.
However, it was difficult for Yangon’s head to predict which side would bring more wealth to the Black Demon in the future.
“Phew.”
He eventually shook his head.
Whatever the choice, I just hoped it wouldn’t end in bloodshed. Now that I am in the final years of my life, the last thing I want is to go to the battlefield and die unexpectedly.
With that in mind, it was just when Yangon was trying to stamp the document with optimism.
bang!
The door burst open and someone with a pale face jumped inside.
“Branch Manager Ji!”
“What’s going on?”
Yang Gon scolded with a cold expression on his face.
“Hey, some guys showed up in downtown Hangzhou. “These crazy people are killing people of all ages and genders right now.”
“what?”
Yang Gon jumped up from his seat.
No matter how sad they are, they must prevent cruel things from happening in their area.
Moreover, Mangum Loan knows the simple truth that people are money. A person like that money is dying in Hangzhou, managed by a black ghost? That will all be the responsibility of Yangon, the head of the Hangzhou branch.
“What crazy people dare to do this in Hangzhou!”
Sparks flew in Yangon’s eyes.
Those who have made a decent living in the rivers do not dare to think of causing trouble in Hangzhou. Because having an accident within the realm of the dark ghost means turning the black ghost into an enemy.
However, sometimes idiots who do not understand the current situation in Gangho do things like this, unable to understand the balance of invisible forces.
“Gather all the kids together.”
“yes? “You mean everything?”
“okay.”
Yangon reacted coldly.
“I felt like the atmosphere had become looser recently. “Maybe we need to get it together.”
“Oh, I understand!”
“Move!”
“yes!”
As the man ran out, a soft sigh escaped Yangon’s mouth.
“Tsk.”
He scratched his head with a tired look, unlike before.
“Some kids again.”
In fact, although he gave orders with anger, he was not particularly angry. Just like a bee is attracted to a flower, the night streets of Hangzhou attract young people who mistakenly think they are strong. It means it’s a familiar thing. This time too, all you have to do is organize it properly.
However, showing his true feelings to his subordinates is a different matter.
He was good at separating his inner self from his outer self.
“For the first time in a while, I will gain discipline.”
So Yangon left the inner room with a light heart.
“…Branch leader.”
“….”
“Branch Manager Ji. What the hell is this….”
Yangon looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.
The first time he realized that things were not as serious as he thought was when he first encountered a crowd of people running away in fear.
Hangzhou is a city of pleasure. As a result, it is inevitably a place where big and small incidents occur continuously. A fight on the street and a few people dying can be viewed as entertainment.
And I swear to you, Yangon has never seen the people of Hangzhou so terrified since he became the branch chief here.
After being surprised for a moment, he strengthened his resolve. No matter what happens in front of me, I will never be surprised and will respond calmly.
But…
that firm resolve melted away the moment he faced the situation in Hangzhou.
“…This… uh….”
Yangon’s hands were shaking.
Everything in front of me was crushed.
Trees, buildings, land, and even the people who would have been inside them.
Limbs that must have been alive a moment ago are mixed among the shattered remains of the buildings, as if they had been swept away by a terrible typhoon. The person was torn to pieces along with the royal engravings.
“Ouch!”
The sound of someone gagging pierced my ears.
They are Sapa. There is no particular aversion to murder. Yangon also cannot count how many people it killed to get to this point.
But…
what he committed was murder.
In other words, when Yangon kills someone, he clearly recognizes that the person he killed is a ‘person’.
But what is this sight?
Can this scene, where collapsed walls, roof pillars, and piles of dirt are arbitrarily mixed and mixed with something living, be called ‘murder’?
‘No…’
This is a disaster.
Sweeping away things like this without distinguishing between living and non-living things is something that only an emotionless being can do.
Again. Again.
Drops of dark red blood fell from the fingertips of the corpse sticking out through the rubble. Even Yangon kept his mouth shut as nausea welled up within him.
The nightlife of Hangzhou.
If you look at this scene from the sky, one corner of the light spread across the vast land will be stained black as if bitten by an animal.
Distinguishing between animals and humans. Yangon thinks it is a light. Because no animal can create light like humans.
It was dark here. This means that humans no longer exist here.
“Some crazy things…”
Yangon suddenly came to his senses at someone’s groan-like words.
okay. This is something someone did. That means the person who created this ridiculous scene is not far from here.
When I thought about that, I got goosebumps all over my body.
‘What do we do?’
Should I run away? Or should I attack?
If you judge it normally, you should naturally find it and attack it. He is the branch leader of the Black Ghosts in charge of Hangzhou.
However, in the face of this extremely ruinous scene, even natural judgment was questioned.
Could humans really create such a scene? The person who wore the iron sword?
If you attack such a being…
“Branch leader!”
Yangon, who was lost in his thoughts, was woken up by someone violently calling out to him.
“Over there…”
And so Yangon saw.
A world where everything is mixed up and colored in gray. At the end of the space, which was immersed in deep darkness except for the light visible from afar, someone wearing blood-red long clothes was slowly approaching.
Yangon knew it intuitively.
I am the author.
The author is the evil villain who did all of this.
Jerk. Jerk. Jerk.
Yang Gon, who was staring at the man in the red long robe approaching calmly, flinched without realizing it and took a step back. The wind hit the chest of the person standing behind me.
It is disgraceful to retreat in fear at the sight of the enemy. But now Yangon could not afford to worry about its reputation.
His face gradually turned white.
I reached this position by going through and overcoming numerous crises, but I couldn’t figure out what to do in a situation like this.
All he could do was borrow the power of the strongest thing he knew.
“Why are you doing something like this even though you know this is the territory of a dark ghost?”
Then the man who had been walking slowly stopped.
He slowly raised his head. The moment Yangon met the blood-red eyes, he felt his heart throbbing and pain.
“…Black Ghost?”
The man muttered indifferently.
“Was there a place like that?…”
“…You, you…”
“It doesn’t matter.”
The moment Yang Gon was about to say more, the man indifferently cut him off.
“Whatever your affiliation, your gender, your age… it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you are alive now.”
“….”
Yang Gon was momentarily at a loss for words. The man spoke in a pitchless voice.
“Looking at them… they seem like they have quite a name, so that’s good.”
Someone called Yangon like a scream.
“Branch Manager Ji!”
For a moment, Yang Gon was shocked and looked around with bloodshot eyes. A group dressed in black clothes suddenly appeared and surrounded them.
‘When on earth…?’
“Kill them all.”
As soon as the man’s words left his mouth, vicious violence poured out from all directions. It looked more like something raw, like a starving animal, rather than the life radiating from a human being.
As soon as the thick and suffocating energy hit, a group engulfed in demonic energy rushed towards Yangon and his subordinates like a black wave.
“Aaaahhh!”
“Aaaahhh!”
The man in the red long robe, who had been quietly watching them as they quickly began to be swept away, slowly turned around.
At that time, a monster wrapped in black clothes knelt down on one knee in front of him. His head was lowered, so cautious that he couldn’t bear to make eye contact.
“Bishop.”
“…What?”
“Are you planning on doing more than this?”
The cold gaze of the person called the bishop fell on the back of the head of the prostrate person.
“If you have any complaints, go back now. “I will not take my life.”
“Is there any reason to be dissatisfied? I am a follower of the bishop. However… according to the sacred message, we must hide ourselves and wait for His second coming…”
“Are you going to repeat the same worn-out words that old religious people say?”
“I just…”
“That’s stupid.”
The bishop scolded him coldly.
“If He is so omnipotent that He could alone find us who had hidden and disappeared, then why did He meet the end of His fate at the hands of those unbelievers?”
“That’s…”
The man couldn’t answer easily.
This is because no matter what answer you give, it is bound to be a statement that violates the doctrine. He was not yet in a high enough position to be able to rid himself of the false accusation of being an apostate.
“Do not doubt!”
The bishop’s bright red eyes glowed with blood.
“If we truly consider ourselves to be His faithful servants, it would be natural for us to make our presence known to Him!”
“….”
“Kill and kill everything you see. So much so that no one in the world can tell that we exist here. The blood of those you have killed, the sacrifices you have made, will be a ray of light that we offer to Him. Only then will we be able to truly witness His return.”
“I will follow.”
The bishop turned around, waving his long gun.
Religion just endures and perseveres. It just waits and waits for the survivors to die and the newly born to grow old.
He couldn’t bear it anymore.
‘If He truly returns, He will surely respond to our voices.’
certainly.
Because that is ‘God’s’ duty.
