Absolute Regression - Chapter 369



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Absolute Return Episode 369

Episode 369 How tenaciously did you insist?

The person who was most moved at this moment was Visain.

If the Sword Dance Theater hadn’t killed the Dokpaeja, there’s no telling how many Apostolic Alliance warriors would have died.

And more than anything, I was glad that the Sword Dance Theater was safe. I never thought that there would come a day when I would be happy that the leader of the Demonic Cult was safe.

The escort leader, In-gung, spat out the poisoned wine and looked at Baekjagang.

‘The leader believed that the junior sect leader would be able to do it.’

In-gung was impressed that Baek Ja-gang had a different perspective than her, but Baek Ja-gang was also not convinced.

However, there was an unknown sense of anticipation. A groundless expectation that the cult leader who kept showing him a world that did not exist would not die in vain.

The Sado 13th Rang also looked at Geommu-geuk with great gratitude. In the past, during the fight with Seokgwanchu and Baekmanggi, many of the Sado 13th Rang died and were injured. After that, as Bisain became the successor, there was a generational change, so their strength was weaker than when they first met Geommu-geuk. Therefore, if the poison of the Dokpaeja had been sprayed, they would have suffered great damage as well.

Illang’s gaze turned to Bisain. He had once hated the sword dance and was wary of becoming close to Bisain, but now he could say it with certainty.

-I think the Lord So’s choice was right.

The juniors will gradually grow under Visan, and if they survive today’s fight, the title of warrior representing the Apostolic Alliance will once again be held by the Apostolic Thirteenth Ranger.

Visain also responded happily to Ilang’s message.

―You don’t know how much strength it means to you that Ilrang is here.

-I will continue to serve you with all my heart.

The same was true for the unmanned units of the Extreme Troops. In fact, they were the ones who suffered the most damage.

Danju Byeoncheon had one more favor. He had heard from the leader that if Geommu-geuk had not intervened this time, he would have taken the blame for everything. That was why his favor towards Geommu-geuk was even greater.

If the Apostolic Alliance soldiers were this surprised, wouldn’t the enemy have been surprised?

The morale of the Tourangs was completely broken, and Shinwoldo and Cheongsalgwi, who had appeared with the Dokpaeja, also exchanged glances.

The only losers they know are old men who have been through thick and thin.

‘But you killed him so easily?’

The dictator was someone they found difficult. Who in this place would feel comfortable dealing with him?

Shinwoldo and Cheongsalgui looked at the king naturally.

The king of the two did not show any emotion at all at the death of the dictator. His attachment to the dead was of no help in the fight.

The King of Swords was calmly observing the sword dance. The first impression was similar to the feeling that the Dokpaeja had. He felt a sense of ease, which made him think that it was the confidence that came from the bloodline of the Heavenly Horse.

But it turns out that the leisure wasn’t of that kind, so we looked deeper into what was behind it.

Then the king was able to take charge.

‘It smells like blood.’

The image of Geommu-geuk standing alone on the battlefield came to the king’s mind. The image of him standing alone on the battlefield with a single sword hanging down.

He could feel that they were of the same class as him. He could see that they were hiding their true nature behind youth and playfulness.

‘He is the one who must be killed today.’

The King had a feeling that today’s fight would not be easy. How could he win?

Meanwhile, Geommugeuk was approaching Hyuksagun.

Hyuk Sa-gun was shocked by the death of the Dokpaeja. Deep down, the person he trusted the most was the Dokpaeja.

“But why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be over there?”

“Are you trying to slander me again?”

Hyuk Sa-gun had a premonition that Geommu-geuk would not leave him alone.

He immediately got on his nerves. Geommu-geuk told the leader of the Extreme Sect, Ban-cheon.

“The person who framed me is this deputy military officer.”

“Don’t believe the words of the cultists. They are false accusations.”

After Hyuk Sa-gun spoke, he realized that his answer was inappropriate. He reported to the leader that there was evidence that Byeon-cheon had joined hands with the Demonic Cult, and now he is saying that it is a false accusation. He should have said this to Byeon-cheon.

There is evidence that you have joined hands with the Demonic Cult.

This was the first time I’ve made so many mistakes because of one person.

‘It’s all because of this guy.’

The long-held plans are beginning to crumble and fall apart. The bastard is shaking himself even at this moment.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You came this far with the help of that guy over there. But will he spare your life once he becomes the leader of the Apostles?”

“What are you talking about? What kind of false accusations are you trying to make?”

“Let’s say you become a leader. Then, would you want an army that was forced to rise with someone’s help? Or would you want a truly capable general?”

“!”

How could a revolutionary have never thought of such a thing? But he tried to bury it deep in his heart. The higher his desire for success, the deeper the pit he buried his worries in.

I believed in Hwang Seok-gyeong. He was the leader, and I was the general. I only dreamed of a bright future where we could stand at the window of the leader’s room and share our past stories.

And now, the sword dance has dug up what was buried deep in my heart. This is the first time I realized that the deeper you think you have buried something, the more it will pop out if you touch it.

‘Do not cause discord between you and me!’

Hyuk Sa-gun almost said this. It was something he shouldn’t have said. He couldn’t let it be known that he was on the same side as Hwang Seok-gyeong, who was still standing there.

“Do not cause discord between you and me, my lord.”

This answer was the correct answer.

Once again, the sword dance hit the nail on the head.

“You are fooling yourself so much to get from here to that guy over there in just those twenty steps.”

“!”

For a moment, Hyuk Sa-gun was unable to answer.

The sword dance shook him without stopping. The sword dance shouted at the king.

“If you don’t step back, I will kill your soldiers here.”

But the king did not back down even one step.

“Look at that person’s reaction. Isn’t this still a case of a toss and turn?”

Hyuk Sa-gun was inwardly embarrassed. He remembered the words of the sword dance that he had mentioned earlier. Do you want soldiers who were forced to come up? Do you want soldiers who are truly capable?

“Okay, let’s make a final confession about what we’ve been hiding and then come back to this side.”

Then, the king who had been watching stepped forward.

“Don’t bother trying to hide your identity. The leader already knows. He’s just making fun of you.”

Hyuk Sa-gun looked at Baek Ja-gang with a feeling of doubt. If Hwang Seok-gyeong said something like that, it would be natural for him to react, but Baek Ja-gang didn’t even look at him. That was enough to tell.

‘You really knew.’

It was a moment when the true nature of the anxiety and discomfort I had felt all along the way to this place was clearly revealed. I didn’t even ask why I betrayed him.

He didn’t even glance at Visain. He was trying to kill him, so he should have at least hurled insults at him, but he completely ignored him.

Neither Beoncheondo nor Sadoshipsirulang looked at him at all, according to their master’s wishes.

Finally, I looked at Geommugeuk. Geommugeuk said one last thing.

“Look carefully. There might be a large cauldron hanging behind you that will boil your life.”

It was something I would have rather not heard.

The king said to the revolutionary army.

“Come here.”

Is it okay to continue like this? Will someone surprise him and kill him?

I was worried about that, but I had no choice.

The Hyuksa Army slowly walked towards the tomb.

I felt bad. I wanted to make my betrayal more dramatic and cool.

I was going to say this while looking down at the dying Baekja River.

-I betrayed you.

Then the leader will sigh like this.

-I can’t believe it. You’re a traitor?

Although it would be the King who would kill the leader, he had a desire to be the final protagonist. He thought back to his last moments with the leader several times.

But he was going to the king with his identity revealed so easily.

He wished someone would at least curse at him, but no one cared.

Hyuk Sa-gun felt deep in his bones that being ignored was more unpleasant than being hated.

The one who decorated the worst ending was the king.

The king did not say anything meaningful to him.

You’ve worked hard so far. Now, a new history will open. Thanks to you, we’ve come this far.

The Hyuksa Army had been eagerly awaiting a single word of praise like this. Only a single word from the King of Tou could blow away this complete disregard.

“Stay back.”

But that was all there was to it.

The king’s gaze turned to Baekjagang again.

Hyuksagun felt that at this moment, he was nothing more than a hindrance to the fight.

Even though he understood the king, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Hyuk Sa-gun unconsciously clenched his fists and walked backwards. The water in the pot in his heart began to boil.

The king asked Baek Ja-gang.

“Since when have you known?”

“It’s been a few days.”

“There would have been no evidence.”

Baekjagang nodded. That’s right. If Geommu-geuk hadn’t shown up, he wouldn’t have thought that Hyuksa-gun would have betrayed him until the very last moment.

Who would dare to think that they would recruit the military, make them the military commander, kill the minor lord, and aim for the position of the apostle lord?

Baekjagang’s gaze turned towards Geommugeuk.

“You insisted so stubbornly. How stubborn must you have been for me to believe the words of the Demonic Cult’s Young Leader instead of the Blind Vice-Minister?”

I expressed it as being stubborn, but in fact, I should change it to the word charming. Because the moments spent with Geommu-geuk were refreshing and fun. That’s why I was able to come this far.

How could the sword dance be missing out on a joke at this moment?

“Ah! It was really a bloody and tearful effort. Even the leader of the Demonic Cult is working so hard, but you don’t accept the new recruits you want to accept, so what are you doing here? Are you tired of starting over, so you want to start over yourself?”

The king felt that he was being deceived by such words. The opponent was looking at him from the battlefield covered in blood. The loser died because he didn’t see it.

In that place where heavy silence flowed, a monster walked forward.

“It seems like you’ve had some verbal conversations.”

The monster pointed to one person.

“Let me see you.”

The opponent was none other than Shinwoldo, one of the Seven Great Masters of the Apostles.

“If you have to fight anyway, it would be more elegant in many ways to fight first.”

As time went by, the fight was likely to become a melee. Shinwol accepted the suggestion to fight now instead of then.

“That is correct.”

As the two people stepped forward, the unmanned soldiers who had been confronting them also stepped back, naturally creating space for the two people to fight.

Since it was a fight between the seven great masters of the Apostles, everyone held their breath.

Visain was worried about the monster. He had come here today for himself while his body was not fully recovered yet.

-Senior, be careful.

At Visain’s concern, the monster turned its back and nodded once.

Shinwoldo pulled out a sword that was curved like a crescent moon. He struck first, releasing a sharp aura.

The beautiful crescent moon that floated in the sky became ferocious as it descended to the ground.

Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhhhh!

In an instant, dozens of wires were drawn, and the monster found its way between the lines that separated life and death. Since he was a master of the martial art of the Iron Man, he had to get close.

Since they knew each other’s skills very well, the fight became fierce in an instant. Swords flew in, and the strong energy that flew from their bodies swept through the surroundings.

Kwakwakwakwang!

It was extremely dangerous to watch. They fought without any regard for those around them.

Those who were watching blocked the sword energy flowing out behind them by emitting black energy, and sometimes avoided it by flying their bodies.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The crescent-shaped swords were fired continuously. It was a powerful attack that would erase bones and flesh without a trace with just a brush.

This time, screams erupted from all sides. The Turangs who couldn’t dodge in time were swept away by the pottery.

Those who had been watching retreated. Those with relatively weaker martial arts skills retreated even further.

In the midst of the chaos, Baekjagang and Tuwang faced each other. They did not look at the fight. They only stared at each other’s eyes. The pottery passed by their faces, but they did not move a single step. They were quiet. It was as if they were standing in a different space.

From the moment Baek Ja-gang learned that his opponent had brought a loner, he did not consider him a freeloader, but a murderer. If he is someone who only cares about winning, he will deal with him accordingly. His opponent is someone who will jump into this fight and join forces at any time.

‘Try to move somewhere.’

Because Baekjagang was so powerfully restraining him, Geommugeuk was able to watch the fight between the two with ease.

He threw himself into their fight. Sometimes he became a crescent moon, and sometimes he became a monster.

The martial arts that Shinwoldo learned were Taoism and he was a swordsman, but Goaak learned martial arts and he was a boxer, but Geommugeuk perfectly incorporated his martial arts into their movements. If it were me, I would do it like this, if it were me, I would do it like this.

Observing the life and death battles of the Seven Great Masters of the Apostles and gaining this experience was of great help to Geommugeuk.

They fought a really close match, where a single momentary mistake could lead to defeat. It was so frustrating to the point where I thought the loser would feel really wronged.

The only difference was the reason the two men got into the fight.

And it seems that the reason for the evil side was more special and stronger.

Through the flash of light, the evil spirit’s elbow struck Shinwoldo’s shoulder.

A momentary hesitation. That was the end of it. If he had let this opportunity slip away, the evil spirit would not have been able to rise to the position of one of the Seven Great Masters of the Apostles.

Crunch! Crunch.

The evil spirit struck Shinwoldo’s chest with his back and shoulder. As he was pushed back and vomited blood, the evil spirit had already subdued the demon spirit and wrapped his arms around his neck from behind.

“Do you have any last words?”

“I feel dirty.”

“Isn’t it our duty to live dirty and go dirty?”

Crunch!

Shinwoldo’s cervical vertebrae were broken at right angles, killing him instantly.

The monster slowly turned around and walked towards them. Everyone watched him in silence.

Blood was flowing out from the corner of the monster’s mouth as he used his internal energy excessively.

Visain ran out to greet him.

“Are you okay?”

The monster nodded with a pale face.

“This kind of fight wasn’t so bad.”

It meant that for the first time, I had fought for someone else, having fought only for myself my entire life.

“I will never forget this moment.”

At least for this moment, the visa was the sword dance, and the evil was the extremely evil Soma.