Episode 812 Just point it out, you bastard! (2)
It was an overwhelming sight.
As boiling oil poured from dozens of pots larger than a person at once, it seemed like a waterfall was pouring down for an instant.
However, what is now pouring over their heads is not cold waterfall, but high-temperature oil that melts flesh and blinds eyes upon contact.
A harsh voice burst from Heo Do-jin’s mouth.
“Stop it! “Protect your disciples!”
There was nothing for you to do.
The shaman elders, who were keeping pace with the disciples climbing the cliff, led by Heo Do-jin, kick up the cliff in one go. One step ahead of him, the Shaolin elders were also soaring upward.
He realized that if that oil fell on his disciples, there would be enormous casualties.
“Oooooh!”
It was the power of Shaolin that flew in first.
Golden light raced over the cliff. Dozens of streams of power poured out at once, pushing away the flying oil.
Paaaaaa!
The lumps of oil that fell together flew in all directions as if they were exploding after being hit by the windshield.
“Tsk!”
It can be destroyed.
You can also cut it.
However, water and oil are impossible to completely block.
The oil that had splattered in all directions now fell into small drops and poured down again like rain.
“Don’t stop! Break it! “Bounce it outward!”
The legal system shouted with all its might.
The blood that rose from his neck to his head clearly showed his urgency. Golden power was unleashed one after another.
It was certainly an amazing sight, but no matter how great the power was, it could not stop all the rain pouring from the sky.
The people who blocked the oil droplets falling down past the elders of Dharma and Shaolin were none other than the elders of the shaman.
“Spread it out!”
With Heo Do Jin-in’s shout, the swords of the elders stabbed the air dozens and hundreds of times. In an instant, more than a dozen sword spirits appeared, and over a hundred more sword spirits appeared above them.
The shadows of the sword and the sword came into close contact and grew more and more.
Sword membrane (劍膜).
The sword screen spread by the shaman’s elders covered Shaolin and the shaman’s disciples like a large roof.
Ride, ride, ride!
Oil droplets bounced off the tent with a sound like heavy rain hitting the tent.
A scene similar to a person blocking the falling rain. It was also a scene that proved how high the two schools of Shaolin and Shaman have reached.
“Hoo.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes lit up as if he was having fun.
“The reputation is unfulfilling. Does that mean Shaolin is still a shaman?”
A smile of conversion appeared on his lips.
“But… how long can we stop it?”
Jang Il-so flicked his finger again. Then, the empty pots fell behind and new pots were brought in.
“Pour it.”
The pots, which look larger than a person, tilt once again and new oil begins to gush out.
Heo Do-jin’s eyes were cruelly distorted.
‘How many times…?’
If you pour it all in at once, you can solve it all at once. However, if oil continues to pour out like now, the consumption of internal power will not be able to be sustained.
No matter how much a Shaolin elder he is, he cannot continue to display that level of power, and no matter how much a shaman elder he is, he cannot maintain this level of sword power.
Heo Do-jin gritted his teeth as he felt his internal strength being instantly diminished.
‘What on earth does this mean?’
I haven’t even had a chance to interact with the people occupying the tent or the cliff.
Isn’t it unmanned?
Isn’t he a strong man who has learned martial arts?
But in a war between powerful people, they use explosives to blow up a cliff and pour boiling oil on those climbing the cliff?
This was so different from the war they thought of.
“Pour it again!”
Following Jang Il-so’s instructions, pots appeared one after another.
Sssssssssssssshhhh!
The poured oil constantly hit the sword and splashed. And it was blown by the blowing wind and burrowed into the backs of the shaman disciples climbing the cliff.
“Aaaahhh!”
“Mubo! Are you okay?”
“Turning …. de lamp ….”
The white steam bloomed in the oil. The foul smell of cooking flesh penetrated my nose. Those who saw it felt a chill down their spines.
However, even simple first aid was impossible while hanging on the cliff.
“profit!”
The shaman’s disciples, overcome by evil, climbed the cliff with great courage. If you wait, you will only accumulate losses.
But that was then.
“Tsk tsk tsk. “It’s because you’re so impatient.”
Jang Il-so clicked his tongue with an exaggeratedly pitiful expression and then laughed. The white hand waved and indicated something again.
“When people are scared, they can’t see things that are obvious. “This is why experience is so important.”
It was that moment.
Giiiing.
Heo Do-jin was startled by the eerie sound that penetrated his ears and looked down.
‘what?’
At that moment, Heo Do-jin saw.
“Oh, no!”
Heukryongchae suffered extensive damage from falling rocks. But that doesn’t mean all of those enemies are dead.
The surviving remnants of the Black Dragon House are aiming their bows at the cliff below.
Damn it!
As soon as the taut strings are released, dark arrows rise up all at once and fly towards the cliff.
“The arrow is coming!”
“Stop it!”
The shaman’s disciples hurriedly swung their swords to strike him down, and the Shaolin monks used their swords to push him away.
But I couldn’t block all the arrows while clinging to the cliff.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
“Keueuuuuu!”
A Shaolin monk was struck by an arrow in the back and began to fall.
“Gakso!”
Those nearby quickly stretched out their hands and caught the falling tooth. However, because of that, he had to endure having an arrow stuck in his arm.
Quack!
“Tsk!”
The monk’s face was cruelly distorted as he grabbed his companion with his arm, which had an arrow stuck in his bone.
“Damn Cheongseong…!”
Heo Do-jin gritted his teeth.
If they had climbed the cliff first, the back door faction should have cleared out the remaining remnants from below. That is so natural.
But how can you force that? Everyone knows that the bottom of that cliff is a dead limb. If the cliff collapses while you are slaying the Black Dragon from below, you will be trapped.
So Cheongseong would have had no choice but to climb the cliff.
Taking the risk of dying to save someone else is never easier said than done.
The reason why consultation is revered is because very few people practice it. This means that it is a matter of praising those who do it, not a matter of criticizing them for not following them.
‘Jang Ilso!’
And really, where did all those bows and arrows come from?
It is clear that this picture was drawn in Jang Il-so’s mind from the beginning.
To make matters worse, the oil that the sword curtain could not completely block began to flow down the cliff. It cooled down while flowing down the cliff and didn’t burn my hands, but the problem was that the cliff, which was already very steep, became as slippery as ice.
Meanwhile, arrows carrying fierce competition continued to fly heavily from behind.
In order to prevent that, we had to remove gunpowder to prevent the cliff from collapsing.
There was no such thing as hell. This place was hell.
Gunpowder that collapses cliffs.
Boiling oil being poured over your head.
Arrows flying from below.
Each one of them may not be that great. However, because each and every one of them was used in the most appropriate way in the most appropriate situation, it became a hellish trap from which no one could escape.
“Jang Ilsoooooooo!”
A scream burst from Heo Do-jin’s mouth.
“Oh dear.”
Jang Il-so laughed, even wiping away tears, and then looked down at Heo Do-jin.
“Oh my god, a shaman named Jangmun is so frivolous! “The head of a sect must have weight.”
“That also depends on the situation. “If I were to be in a situation like this, swearing would come out non-stop.”
Brother Cheonmyeon stuck out his tongue in admiration.
The art of strategy is essentially half-space.
The most important thing is how good a position you can occupy and how well you can use an appropriate strategy from that position. Strategies that change common sense and will remain in history are only used in small wars. Real warfare depends on how perfectly we implement what we already know.
And the textbook was right here.
Who in the world would have thought that arrows, oil, and gunpowder could fool Shaolin and shamans?
And in that formidable plan, the Thousand-Myeon Susa, the Great God of Mangeum, and even the Black Dragon King were just pieces of chess.
At least here, Jang Il-so’s defeated army was holding the world in its hands and shaking it up as it pleased.
‘It’s surprising that I don’t feel bad though.’
Safar are a group of people who pathologically dislike being influenced by others. Both Mangeum Daebu and the Black Dragon King will surely know that they are being fooled by Jang Il-so’s plan.
But their faces show no hostility or displeasure.
‘Maybe… Sapaeryun really isn’t just a place we only talk about.’
At this moment, Jang Il-so was proving to everyone that he was qualified to become a Sapae-ryeon practitioner.
And there was only one person who escaped Jang Il-so’s palm.
“no! “You idiot!”
Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
Cheongmyeong screamed as he cut off three fuses in one go.
“Don’t deal with it quickly! “Do you also have a grudge against Shaolin?”
“Amitabha Buddha!”
As if in response to those words, the power that burst out immediately attacked the Black Dragon’s enemies who were firing arrows. The enemies flew away like leaves.
“Hye-yeon!”
A shout came out from the mouth of the legal world.
While everyone is climbing the cliff to make a living, there is someone standing steadfastly below.
The distorted eyes of Beopgye clearly captured Hyeyeon. The student’s gentle expression caught my eye.
“Amitabha Buddha. Come up, Elder. I’m in charge of the bottom…”
“Ah, if you have time to talk, fight, you bastard!”
“Ah-oh! That guy… Ah, Amitabha Buddha! Amitabha Buddha!”
Hyeyeon, who frowned for a moment, was startled and continued to shout her disapproval. And he rushed at his enemies as if he had never said anything radical.
The enemies, who were holding bows and could not fight properly, were swept away like fallen leaves in an autumn wind.
‘it’s okay!’
The light returned to Heo Do-jin’s eyes.
Of course, the numbers below are so numerous that one person will not be able to sort them out all at once.
But just drawing attention is effective. Hasn’t the momentum of the arrows flying towards the cliff decreased significantly?
‘Just a little…’
“Oh! I’m so frustrated I’m going to cry! “What are you looking at?”
At that moment, Cheongmyeong, who was clinging to the cliff, shouted fiercely.
“Leave the disciples and jump up first! Shaolin, shaman, Namgung! Anyway, you bastards!”
“You damn bastard!”
The first person to respond to those words was none other than Emperor Namgung.
“OK! Goes!”
He climbed up the cliff in one go. Emperor Namgung, riding on the shaman’s disciples, immediately kicked Heo Do-jin-in’s side and rose up like a dragon ascending to the top of a cliff.
“Tsk!”
Heo Do-jin gritted his teeth.
Cheongmyeong’s words are correct. If you just block it here, you’ll just lose strength and die. We must occupy the top of that cliff, even if it means taking damage.
“Those who can follow, follow me! Goes!”
“yes!”
Some of the elders retrieved their swords and joined Heo Do-jin’s back.
“Oooooh!”
Heo Do-jin, with uncharacteristic spirit, kicked the cliff. It soared upward and upward.
“You should have done that right away, you idiots!”
Faaah!
Cheongmyeong ran up the cliff. His gaze was directed to the place where Sapaeryeon and Jang Il-so were located.
“Screw everything, you bastard!”
Cheongmyeong’s loud voice spread over the cliff and into the sky.
