Episode 1054 I was crazy too. (9)
Quaaaaaaa!
A storm of black magic energy swirled. Rough soil was torn apart by strong winds and trees were uprooted and caught up in the storm. The storm, which swallowed up the remains of the broken building and the acrid dust, expanded in size and swept everywhere.
Facing that amazing sight, Baekcheon’s eyes were filled with helpless fear.
‘This…’
It was literally a storm. People can’t create it… no, people shouldn’t create it!
Quaaaaaaa!
An ominous black current was sweeping and crushing everything, tearing the world apart.
The demonic energy weighed down my entire body and strangled my breathing. As if he wouldn’t even allow me to take a breath or even lift a finger.
In front of that overwhelming power, Baekcheon’s existence was so weak.
‘This is the real bishop…’
I understand. I have no choice but to understand.
Why does Kang-ho still despise the name ‘Bishop’ and consider it taboo to even mention it? Why did the ancestors bury this cursed name of the Demonic Cult so deeply that they did not even think about it?
And I also understood. Why did the Qingming say that the Bishop of Beihai was nothing more than a half-hearted person?
A real bishop tears the earth and makes the sky cry with his magic energy. He was someone who could only be described as destructive, unlike any other level of martial arts that one could have imagined.
…I felt like my heart would break.
Even Baekcheon, who had overcome numerous crises with Cheongmyeong with the sword, felt the urge to let go of everything the moment he faced the existence of the bishop.
I was confident that no matter what situation I faced, I would at least not break my heart. But now he had to painfully realize how arrogant he had been.
How helpless is human will in the face of such a formidable force that seems to attack the entire world?
“Uh….”
“Uh…. Uh….”
Even Honggyeon was taking a step back. The hunting dogs, who smile and accept even their bodies being torn to shreds at Jang Il-so’s command, are backing away with their owners in front of them. No, rather than retreating, it would be more accurate to say running away. I just don’t have the courage to turn my back on the bishop.
They are not afraid of death. But isn’t there something more frightening than death in the world?
Although they were so weak that Hong Jian’s notoriety was put to shame, Baek Cheon could not laugh at them. No, I couldn’t laugh at it. He too was using up all his mental strength to keep his feet, which were constantly falling off, in place.
Crash.
My lower lip, which I had bitten hard, was torn and bleeding. The swirling wind scattered the blood in the air.
“Ugh…”
Nevertheless, Baekcheon held on.
Because I’ve already experienced it once. Because I knew to some extent how inhuman monsters these bishops were.
However, for those who encountered the presence of a bishop for the first time in their lives, the sight unfolding before their eyes was even more shocking. It was like some kind of disaster that cannot be described in one word: despair.
“Ah…”
Nangung Dowi took a step back without realizing it. My eyes were shaking as if I had been struck by lightning, not knowing where to go.
‘How…’
How can something like that exist in the world?
He is the eldest son of the Namgung family and will become the head of the Namgung family. Therefore, we were already very familiar with the existence of strong people ruling the world. However, that bishop was different from the strong men he had known until now.
“How…”
It’s different. Even with the heads of the five major families who command the world. Even with the long-time writers of the old school who have a misguided view of the world.
Even the previous absolutes who turned their backs on the world after possessing stronger power than them, have never felt such great power. It was such a desperate force.
Naturally, a thought came to mind.
That’s not something people can do. That’s…
“Ugh…”
Someone grabbed Nangung Dowi’s shoulders from left and right as he gradually retreated without realizing it. He turned around in surprise and muttered.
“Yu Yun-jong’s dojo… Jo-geol’s dojo…”
Jo-geol and Yoon-jong were holding both of his shoulders until it hurt. So that he can no longer retreat.
“…Don’t back down, Sojiazhu.”
Yoonjong said, biting his lip so that blood showed.
“Hold on.”
Nangong Daowi’s eyes wavered at those firm words.
Hold on? how? How can you say something like that even after looking at the author? If they were really seeing such a scene, how could they say such a thing?
‘Aren’t you afraid?’
Even after seeing that? Even now, Nangung Dowi felt as if his spirit would collapse before his body. How on earth can I endure this situation when my soul is screaming out of its will?
Or are you saying that I should just stand here silently and accept the coming death for granted?
‘I can not!’
Namgung Do-wi, who was about to shout with bloodshot eyes, suddenly closed his mouth at that moment. What calmed him down was the small tremor he felt in Yoonjong’s hand clutching his shoulder.
Namgung Do-wi looked at Yunjong in shock.
‘You’re shaking?’
My gaze slowly went down. Yunjong’s legs were shaking as if they might break at any moment.
An uncontrollable moan flowed from Namgung Dowi’s mouth.
‘How…’
It’s not that I’m not afraid. It’s not like I’m being rude.
They were shaking.
If you think about it, it’s natural. If these people are also people, how can they not be afraid? They too, like Namgung Dowi. No, he may be feeling even more fear than Namgung Dowi.
Nevertheless, they held on to their existence as bishops without taking a single step back from that position.
“He stepped down….”
Ugh.
As Yoonjong spoke, he bit his lip.
“…Don’t leave a reminder that you ran away, Sogaju… even for your own sake!”
Nangong Daowi’s jaw twitched.
When I forced myself to look away, I saw Cheongmyeong’s back in the lead.
Even Nangong Daowi, who was standing behind him, seemed to have his will twisted. So, just how massive is Cheongmyeong, who faces the bishop from the front, taking on?
‘Seal…’
As he clenched his fist with all his might, Nangung Dowi’s fingernails dug into his palm.
Grumbling.
Grinding his teeth as if they were about to break, he planted his feet firmly on the ground.
Courage to fight back? Still not there. If that devil were to rush towards him, Nangong Daowi’s will might collapse in an instant.
But…
‘No matter how bad I am.’
How can you turn around and run away when there is someone in front of you holding on?
With bloodshot eyes, he held the sword in his hand as if it might break.
“Even if I can’t help…”
A bloody voice leaked from Nangung Dowi’s throat.
“…At least we will die together.”
Only then did the hand holding his shoulder lose strength. However, Nangong Daowi stared at Cheongmyeong’s back without even feeling that fact.
‘Dojo please!’
There was extreme earnestness in that gaze. It was similar to the gaze someone from the distant past had given to his back. Those eyes pushed Cheongmyeong’s back.
Quaaaaaaa!
Just by touching it, the skin was torn off, the inside was crushed, and a vicious demonic energy swept everywhere at an incredible speed.
Cheongmyeong exposed his teeth as he faced the explosively spreading magic energy.
“So…”
For no reason, laughter escaped me.
‘You mean I’ve dealt with something like that?’
Every time my fingertips felt like they were going to be crushed, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“This is Won…”
A grumbling voice escaped through Cheongmyeong’s lips, which were twisted as if mocking him.
“I was crazy too.”
It’s a magic I’ve already experienced countless times. But did you say that people see things differently depending on where they stand? The difference between the presence of a bishop looking down from a lofty position in the past and the presence of a bishop looking up from an incomparably low place was a world of difference.
I felt a force so overwhelming that it made me feel hopeless. At the same time, fighting spirit began to boil in Cheongmyeong’s eyes.
‘It’s a difference in power…’
He bared his teeth like a wild beast growling.
“A mere bishop is talking arrogantly.”
The dark life began to sharpen Cheongmyeong’s momentum. At that time, I heard someone talking to themselves next to me.
“…That’s creepy.”
Jang Il-so’s long guns were fluttering like crazy in the blowing wind. However, Jang Il-so was taking the incoming demonic energy head-on without even moving a muscle.
He quietly raised his hand and swept his face.
“As expected, the world is wide. “I never thought people like that would exist.”
Cheongmyeong chuckled.
“why? “Are you scared?”
“cowardice?”
Jang Il-so turned his head to Cheongmyeong standing next to him. The two long eyes drew arcs as if they were having fun.
“You are a naughty child. “I need to break the habit of saying things I don’t mean to.”
“It’s not yours to say, you crazy person.”
“Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk.”
Jang Il-so laughed cheerfully. Meanwhile, both eyes were sparkling with bright blue light. Even though he faced his absolute enemy right in front of him, his quirkiness did not fade at all.
“It’s definitely a deviation from my calculations. And I don’t really like variables.”
His bright smiling face was full of charm.
“If there are variables that cannot be utilized, we have to get rid of them. Whatever it is.”
“…I don’t particularly want to agree with what you say.”
Cheongmyeong chuckled as he turned his sword and held it back.
“I agree with that opinion.”
Jang Il-so’s suddenly shining eyes and Cheongmyeong’s cold, boiling eyes intersected in the air.
“Then let’s check.”
Jang Il-so slowly lowered his hand and said. Then he spread out his hands and calmly took a step toward the terrifyingly swirling demon energy.
“I wonder how sharp the handsome sword I prepared will be.”
“Don’t be rude, you idiot.”
Cheongmyeong, with his sword hanging down, also took a step forward.
Two black and red people, keeping a distance from each other, moved forward. Towards the black storm that is swirling as if it will engulf the world.
Two people who could never walk the same path were looking at the same place at this moment.
Let’s go!
Kara larak!
The moment when the sound of Cheongmyeong’s sword scraping the floor and the sound of Jang Il-so’s rings rubbing against each other resonate simultaneously.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
As if they had made a promise, the two kicked off the ground and immediately threw themselves into the swirling storm of demonic energy.
The Sword of Clear Light, which spewed out a powerful attack, gave off a red glow. And Jang Il-so’s hands were burning blue as he raised the Changyeomsalgang (蒼炎殺剛) as high as he could.
Two streams of red and blue light rushed towards the darkest place in the world.
