Return of the Blossoming Blade Chapter 1042

Episode 1042. Either die or be killed. (2)

The sight of these people running across the land covered with corpses was extremely ominous. If an ordinary warrior had seen the figure, completely wrapped in black uniform and running with a gloomy energy, he would have been frightened and appalled by that alone.

But the people here are not just warriors.

An elite of the Red Dogs and Black Demons of the Ten Thousand Disciples of Hwasan. At least with his combat experience alone, he was confident that he was second to none in the world.

These people are skilled in fighting and killing, and are accustomed to having sharp swords flying at their throats. They are like trained master swordsmen who never lose confidence no matter what enemy they face.

So, you should definitely not be swayed by this sight, but…

something strange happened.

The reaction of everyone who was so familiar with battle was clearly ‘commotion’.

The elite dark demons who had colored Gangnam’s night with fear retreated without even realizing it.

Even Hong Gyeon, who would not hesitate to jump into the fiery pit of hell if Jang Il-so ordered him to do so, trembled in horror.

There was obvious discomfort and subtle fear on their faces.

An elite chosen from amongst the four world’s most powerful players. Such people cower against an enemy that is only 100 strong?

Even if you were the person who hated Sapaelyeon the most in the world, it would be something you would scoff at. But now something ridiculous was happening right here.

“Ugh…”

A low moan escaped someone’s lips.

People who wouldn’t even let out a moan the moment a knife is inserted into their throat can’t stop their mouths from opening just by seeing someone approaching. It was like a helpless scream of the soul that had nothing to do with the level of training.

Even the disciples of Hwasan, who had dealt with the Demonic Cult, held their sword handles tightly with tired faces.

Baekcheon bit his lower lip tightly without realizing it.

“Sasuk….”

“…Okay.”

Baekcheon answered without hearing anything. I felt like I knew what they were trying to say without even having to listen.

“…different.”

It felt like my whole body was sinking into a thick swamp. The energy they gave, the atmosphere they gave off, and their very existence seemed to be gradually constricting my breathing.

It was clearly different from before.

The demons he encountered in that cold land of the North Sea also put Baekcheon in fear. But the sensation I felt at that time was never like this. Even Baekcheon has become much stronger than before.

The feeling they give… doesn’t seem human.

How would you feel if you saw the gates of hell open and demons jumping out of them all at once?

I am not just talking about the strength of momentum or inaction. Their mere presence makes the living cringe.

‘This is the real devil’s religion.’

Baekcheon thought while biting his lips tightly.

Now I think I understand why the Qing Dynasty called the Bishop of Beihai a half-hearted man and why he criticized the cruel demons who followed the Bishop of Beihai for being clumsy.

His body is speaking. They are so dangerous that they are incomparable to the demons he knew.

Quack! Quad deuk!

Every time the running demon cultists stepped on the corpses scattered on the floor, a terrible sound rang out. Huashan’s disciples trembled. The numerous meanings contained in that eerie noise made their eyes turn red.

The black herd, which was running wildly across the dark red ground in a manner that seemed to be attacking rather than approaching, soon began to emit a cloud of black magical energy.

The moment everyone, including Hwasan’s disciples, gritted their teeth, the speed of the running demons suddenly began to noticeably decrease.

A doubt flashed through everyone’s eyes. Why do these people who were running with the intention of attacking at any moment stop there?

Most people felt suspicious at the sight.

But some here saw something completely different in the scene.

The sound of the ring rubbing against Jang Il-so’s hand sounded eerie as he looked at Ma-kyo with interest.

The people he is leading now are Honggyeon. This is his work created by thoroughly training the people he selected from all over the place. But even that red dog can’t move that smoothly.

‘That’s bizarre.’

In Jang Il-so’s opinion, that was a sight that went beyond common sense.

Can you imagine giant tigers, blinded by hunger, lining up and waiting for their prey?

Those consumed by murderous intent must not be controlled. Because murderous intent is a realm outside of reason.

But, strangely enough, even though they spew out terrible murderous intent and hatred, they are completely controlled. It’s hard to understand how something like that is possible.

‘Fantasticism…’

It seems as if everything contained in those two letters has melted into them.

The number of demonic cultists dressed in black uniforms and covered with black masks right below their eyes was only one hundred. But the number one hundred never felt small.

That moment.

Jerk. Jerk.

Among the demonic cultists who seemed to have no particular distinction, one person slowly walked out.

Jerk. Jerk.

The person in the center slowly looked from left to right at Hwasan and Sapaelyeon, who were wary with stern faces, and then slowly pulled down the mask that covered his face.

“Dirty non-believers…”

There was deep disgust and contempt in his eyes, as if he was looking at something dirty. Those who were oppressed by those creepy eyes gently bit their lips.

“The Heavenly Demon did not give unbelievers like you the right to live and breathe.”

The man’s voice spread deep.

“But He is also Most Merciful. His mercy will be fair even to the foolish and foolish.”

The voice was reverent, as if it were conveying a sacred mantra.

“Anyone who realizes their sins even now and is ready to sacrifice everything to the Heavenly Demon, please come forward. He will forgive your sins.”

“Hmm?”

Of course, the first person to react to those words was Jang Il-so. His eyebrows furrowed as if he was very displeased.

“Forgiveness of sins?”

“….”

“Who? “By what qualifications?”

Kara larak?

Jang Il-so’s rings made a harsh metallic sound.

“Who dares forgive my sins? What are you doing? Or…”

Jang Il-so paused for a moment, and an alluring smile appeared on his red lips.

“Is that the Heavenly Demon you believe in or something that was thrown down a hundred years ago?”

“this person!”

The eyes of the demon cultist who had been speaking calmly just a moment ago were filled with an incredibly murderous spirit.

“A guy who wouldn’t feel good even if I tore his mouth open, split the flesh, and fed him to dogs! How dare you call him in vain with your filthy mouth!”

However, Jang Il-so remained calm even in the face of such enormous hardship.

“iced coffee. Of course, my mouth isn’t that clean. “I know that too.”

He calmly waved his hand and then let out a blatant sneer.

“But at least I’m alive. Is not it? A person who survived dirty is better than someone who was left clean. “The guy you serve called Cheonma will probably envy me in hell, right?”

“Noooooooom!”

The demon cultist could no longer control his anger and even threw his hands down.

“How dare you…”

He covered his face again with the mask he had pulled down. As if it was terrible to even breathe the same air with these people here.

“You filthy unbelievers, you don’t even know your own subject, how dare you not only show your face in front of dogmas, but also insult the great One?”

The demon cultist’s eyes became increasingly bright with madness.

Even Hong Gyeon, who had experienced many madmen and villains in Sapa, felt scared in front of these eyes. It was a madness so strange and alien that it could hardly be attributed to a human being.

“…I will kill you!”

The demonic cultist shouted, blood rising in his neck.

“I will kill you! I will kill you! I will erase the traces of dirty unbelievers from this world. I will tear its flesh, grind its bones, tear out its tendons, and sprinkle its blood!”

It was closer to a curse than a resolution, and it was closer to a prayer than a curse.

As soon as the blood-vomiting cry ended, the demonic army lined up behind them rose up with a smoky force.

“I will cut you off without leaving a single piece of flesh and make you food for the beasts!” “How much the religion’s anger is directed at those dirty unbelievers who dared to insult the Heavenly Demon…”

But then a cold voice cut off what looked like a prayer.

“You bastard talks so much.”

The demon cultist slowly closed his mouth. Then he turned his head and glared at the person who opened his mouth. Life was in turmoil.

Cheongmyeong didn’t care at all and spoke again, bending his neck from side to side.

“I don’t want to agree with what Safa bastard said, but…”

Cheongmyeong glanced back at Jang Il-so and chuckled.

“Well, it’s not that wrong. “A crazy person with make-up is better than a bastard with his head cut off, right?”

“You…”

“So.”

Slurp.

Cheongmyeong slowly pulled out the black sword from its scabbard. The infinitely sharp tip of the sword was aimed at the demonic cultist.

“Talk moderately and attack. “I don’t know since when demonic cult bastards started fighting with their snouts.”

The demon cultist glared at Cheongmyeong without saying a word.

A short silence.

Even though he was just keeping his mouth shut, the sight was even more terrifying than when he cursed in madness.

The demonic cultist, who had managed to control his boiling anger, finally spoke. A chilling voice spread.

“You… will die a particularly painful death.”

“Ah, that…”

Cheongmyeong chuckled crookedly.

“That’s something I hear quite often.”

“….”

“But how long should I wait?”

Coooooo!

As soon as Cheongmyeong finished speaking, the demonic cultist stomped on the floor. The solid ground was crushed and dug up like mud.

“…the non-believers here!”

A huge voice burst from his mouth.

“Don’t leave even a single one alive! “Knock them all to death!”

“The Second Coming of Heaven! Manmaangbok!”

The tremendous shouts of the demonic cultists rang out. The demonic cultists, who were barely controlled by the leash of faith, tore off the leash that bound me.

They ran forward, radiating red blood, as if the neatness they showed just a moment ago was a lie.

“Kaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

A roar like a beast rang out.

The demonic cultists, who could not overcome their anger even though they were running a short distance, were anxious to grab the person running ahead and pull them in, trying to run even a little faster. It roared as if it was about to bite off its colleague’s neck.

“Sasuk!”

“Yes, it’s coming!”

Baekcheon gritted his teeth as he stared at the mind-boggling sight. And then he took a step forward.

“Get behind me! “Never get separated from the executioner next to you!”

“yes!”

Baekcheon finally let out the words that were boiling in his stomach.

“Show those beasts clearly that the devil’s natural enemy is a volcano!”

A loud shout came from the mouths of the volcano disciples.

It was the moment when the great fierce battle that would later be referred to as the Hangzhou Demon Fire was coming to an end.