Episode 943 I need to teach you what real despair is. (2)
The faces of the court were completely pale.
“How…”
Even though he could clearly see the approaching fleet, he just wanted to deny the whole sight.
How can that be?
How did it happen that Maninbang arrived at the same time that Shaolin arrived here?
‘Accident?’
Coincidence?
If so, there is no way to explain it other than that it is a trick of the heavens. I can only say that Heaven, who wanted to see how much more despair he would despair, created this situation.
But the court thought that all of this was not a coincidence.
The reason is simple. Because the person who showed up as that player is no one else but the defeated army.
Defeated Jang Il-so.
From the Yangtze River Disaster, he showed us a horrifying legacy. Isn’t the thrill you felt when you heard the news of Yangtze River in distant Hanam still vivid?
Accident? There can be no such thing as a coincidence with Jang Il-so. never!
“Bar owner!”
“….”
Even as the court watched the ships as if fascinated, the ships were getting closer and closer to Maehwa Island.
“Bangjang!”
The legal community urgently called the court once more. His voice, full of nervousness, pierced the court’s ears.
“If we wait any longer, there really is no turning back! “If that ship arrives at Maehwa Island…!”
This is not a court that does not know what this means.
Namgoong has already surpassed his limit. Even the phrase “a candle before the wind” feels peaceful compared to the current Namgung. In such a situation, if Maninbang, rather than Shaolin, arrived at Maehwa Island first, wouldn’t the outcome be obvious?
We have to head to Maehwado Island right away. Before those ships block Shaolin’s path.
“You have to get there first! “Before everyone else!”
That ship is definitely fast. But there is still a distance. If you jump into the water right now, you can get there before that boat. Aren’t the enemy enemies that would hinder them both on and under the water tied up on Maehwa Island right now? So we haven’t lost a player yet. At least that’s what the legal world thought.
But…
“…when we arrive?”
“yes?”
At that moment, the court’s words turned around as if wondering what they were saying.
The court looked at the ship and Plum Island alternately with a face as cold as ice.
“We…”
He paused for a moment. That short silence felt infinitely longer to the legal world.
“…What happens if we get to that island first?”
“That’s right…”
The legal world could not easily continue speaking.
Don’t you have anything to answer?
no. This is because he sensed that there was something in the court’s voice that he had never felt before.
“…Why did Namgoong end up like that? “Isn’t it because there was no way to get off that island?”
“But the head of the house! If we leave it like that, Namgung will be completely destroyed!”
annihilation.
Those words clearly caused conflict in the court. The slightly trembling shoulders of the courtroom were proof of that fact.
But….
clatter.
The court immediately pursed its lips. As my teeth dug in, red blood flowed down my chin. My toes, which had a lot of strength, were digging into the ground. He said.
“Go away.”
“Bar owner!”
“Why don’t you tell me to step back! All Shaolin disciples, stay away from the river! “Wait here!”
“Director! “What is that…!”
“Can’t you just shut that mouth!”
The legal community screamed, but the court instead urged him to do so.
“Ugh…”
Since he couldn’t resist, a helpless moan of sorrow flowed from Beopgye’s mouth.
To him, Namgung is not simply a sect of the five major families. He was a colleague who endured humiliation together in the humiliating Yangtze River Disaster. But now his manager is telling him to just watch the annihilation of his colleague.
The court’s fingertips were trembling.
It seems like it wasn’t easy for him to make this decision.
“…If we head to Maehwa Island like this, we will only fall into that defeated army’s trap. “Maybe this whole situation is a ploy by the defeated army to attract our Shaolin.”
I really wanted to ask about the legal world.
If the defeated army planned such a plan, why did Shaolin show up in advance instead of attacking after arriving at Maehwa Island?
But the legal world could not bear to say those words out loud. Because he was afraid of the disciples around him listening to him.
And it was because I thought that perhaps those words might reveal the true intentions of the court under this bright sky.
I don’t want to know. I don’t want to check.
“We are… Shaolin.”
The court made its decision with blood-stained lips.
“We will monitor the situation from here.”
The last voice faded away and was barely audible. However, even without hearing it, no one would have known what decision the court made.
“…Amitabha Buddha.”
In contrast to the voice, the clear sound of fire pierced the ears of the Shaolin disciples, who could not bear to look straight at the island.
“….”
Emperor Nangong looked across the river with bewildered eyes.
The Shaolin, who seemed ready to jump into the water and come to their rescue at any moment, were clearly seen hesitatingly backing away and regrouping.
“What…”
What are you doing?
Why stop there? What on earth is there to do there?
“why…?”
I could clearly hear someone muttering.
There was silence.
There was such an intense silence on the island that it was hard to believe that just moments ago, crazed beasts were running rampant, biting each other.
“Why… why aren’t you coming?”
“What the hell…”
Even then, the inspectors of the Namgung family did not let go of a faint glimmer of hope. There must be some reason. There is a little delay now, but soon the Shaolin will cross that river and come to support them.
I believed so.
No, there was no other way than to believe that.
Even Emperor Nangong had no doubt at this moment that Shaolin would cross the river to save them.
But…
“What is that boat over there?”
A single word that came out of someone’s mouth spread like ripples.
The gaze that had been taken away by Shaolin, who suddenly appeared, turned to the side. Only then did it become visible to everyone. A fleet of ships approaching this island.
At that moment, everyone here understood what was happening here. This was a judgment based on senses, not reason.
The Namgung family’s eyes were greatly shaken. Filled with distrust and fear, I slowly turned my gaze back towards the other side of the river. His chin trembles pitifully, as if he cannot muster the courage to check the reality he is facing.
But the moment when you have to face the truth will always come.
When their anxious gaze finally returned to Shaolin, they saw. Shaolin stays far away from the riverside.
What plunged those who used the name Namgung into despair was not Shaolin, who took a step back as if he had no intention of coming here anymore.
It was the absence of eyes that truly plunged them into despair.
The eyes of the Shaolin monks who were supposed to be gazing at this place with their brilliant eyes were not visible.
Because I’m not watching.
They are called the North Head of Shaolin and Wulin in the world. The Arhats of Shaolin, who are said to never bow their heads to any sect in the world, are now bowing their heads like criminals.
It’s as if I can’t bear to see them face to face.
Even with this distance between them, she is ignoring Namgoong’s gaze as if her guilt is so great that she doesn’t even dare to look at him.
How could you not know this!
Even an idiot would know what is happening.
They… were abandoned.
“Uh….”
“Uh….”
It is always hope that pushes people into the greatest despair.
Humans do not despair in places where there is no hope at all. Because I take that for granted.
However, humans who have found a glimmer of hope resort to evil to hold on to it.
And only when humans realize that that hope is nothing more than a mirage do they collapse.
“Ugh…Ugh….”
A huge, indescribable despair began to cover the Namgung family.
The fact that they were abandoned by an ally they trusted, and the fact that Shaolin ignored their own death, threw them into an abyss of despair they had never experienced before in their lives.
“Ugh…”
A moan like the panting of a mortally wounded animal escaped their lips.
Maybe it won’t be much different. In reality, they are now wounded animals and all that remains is death. Now that the rope called Shaolin has been cut, all that remains is endless fall.
There is no more will or evil to swing the sword. My arms and legs felt heavy, as if they belonged to someone else. I just wanted to let everything go.
The reason frustration is scary is because it brings people down. Everyone was helplessly being sucked into an abyss so dark that they couldn’t even dare to look into it.
But even at that moment, only one person exuded anger instead of despair.
“Law!”
A desperate shout came out from the mouth of the wounded Emperor Namgung.
“court! Law! Aaaaaaaaa!”
A blood-curdling howl burst from his throat.
All the blood vessels in both eyes burst out, and the hoarse neck let out a scream that sounded like twisted metal.
That was when everyone was groaning under such crushing frustration.
Finally he reached this land. A person who sees all this muddy despair as mere entertainment.
Couuuuuuuuck!
A large battle ship crashed into a sandbank.
Even the Nangong Emperor and the Black Dragon King watched the scene.
“Hmmmm.”
A low, nasal voice came out lightly. It was a very small sound, but it spread strangely clearly throughout the island.
Eventually, a person appeared with light steps.
“….”
Emperor Nangong stared at the figure with blood-filled, red eyes.
This is the image of the person who ridiculed and ridiculed them at this very Yangtze River three years ago and then left.
He hasn’t changed one bit.
Strange embroidery engraved with gold thread on a gorgeous red long cloth. Hair pulled up so that not a single strand of pure white skin falls off, a gorgeous crown, and even excessive accessories.
Percussion.
Jang Il-so, who lightly jumped from the boat to the land, slowly straightened his slightly bent body.
Jinglang.
The sound of the accessories he wore hitting each other forced memories of three years ago. That sound awakens nightmares and causes fear.
Emperor Namgung’s gaze landed on Jang Il-so’s lips.
“That’s so strange.”
Jang Il-so spoke softly with an extremely friendly face.
“It’s been quite a while, but it doesn’t seem like a welcoming face.”
His blood-red lips drew an arc like the moon. The words pouring out of that ominous and mysterious mouth felt terrible.
Emperor Nangong closed his eyes tightly.
“I’m very… happy to see you. Hahaha!”
And I thought.
It might have been better to die at the hands of the Black Dragon King.
To be fooled by this devil’s hands…
