Absolute Regression - Chapter 416



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Episode 416: For a drunkard, anything he can get his hands on is a weapon.

Seo-Nak was shocked by the appearance of the Ice Palace Lord.

I was more surprised than when I realized that the devil had come to kill me.

“Princess.”

At first, I tried to make excuses for what I said earlier. No matter how much I showed my true colors, we still had time together.

But from the cold gaze of the Ice Palace Lord looking at him, he could tell that any excuses were too late.

“Is this something the princess planned?”

“You still haven’t answered my question. Was killing Wonju also for the sake of the Ice Palace?”

If things were to turn out this way anyway.

“It’s always like that. All my choices are for the sake of the Ice Palace. Because I am the Ice Palace.”

The Ice Palace Lord’s eyes became even colder. In front of the Ice Palace Lord, saying that he was going to be the Ice Palace was not only rude, it was a challenge.

Naturally, the surrounding air became cold. In the meantime, Chwima was silently pouring a glass of alcohol.

Although Seo-nak had already spilled the wine, Bing-gung-ju still treated him with respect. After all, there were many things he had done in the past.

“Was it also for the sake of the main palace that you joined hands with those who use bloodshed?”

After a moment, Seonak spoke softly.

“Did you know all that?”

You knew but pretended not to know? Seonak’s expression hardened and he showed his displeasure.

The Ice Palace Princess felt unfamiliar with his face. It was terrifying to think that he had hidden his true face for so long.

Thinking about the sight of Seo-Nak making her write a will in front of that young woman, I got goosebumps all over my body.

“I won’t ask why you joined hands with them.”

She said exactly what Chwima had said to Seonak earlier.

“Because it must be a petty and selfish reason.”

Then Seonak shouted.

“Shut up! How dare you! Even if everyone in the world curses at me, you can’t do that.”

He expressed raw anger and resentment.

“Who do you owe it to to be where you are?”

This is what Seo Nak ultimately wanted to say.

“If I had harbored other thoughts when you ascended to the throne!”

The Ice Palace Lord could tell that this betrayal had its origins here. He regretted not having usurped the position of the Palace Lord back then.

“So? Are they saying they’ll guarantee you the position of princess?”

Seonak didn’t answer, but the Ice Palace Lord could tell that it was a silence of affirmation. If he hadn’t received such a promise, he would never have joined hands with them.

When did you change your mind?

Since I’ve known him for a long time, I thought a lot of questions would come up, but when I actually experienced it, it wasn’t like that.

Rather, I had no intention of talking. It was clear that we would only be hurting each other’s feelings with all sorts of dirty words. The bridge to return was already broken, so what use would it be to argue about what to do on the other side?

Ice Palace Princess looked at Chwima. She had decided to leave the disposal of Seo Nak to Chwima, as requested by Geommu Geuk. She also thought that it would be better for her.

Chwima said, putting down his glass.

“It won’t take long.”

“I’ll wait outside.”

The Ice Palace Princess walked out into the fog she had come from.

“You selfish bitch who doesn’t know how to understand other people’s feelings! You’re like an iceberg!”

Chwima laughed humorlessly at Seonak’s evil words.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Pathetic. Now I understand why they chose you.”

There was a hint of life in Seo-nak’s cold smile. He still wasn’t scared. It seemed like he thought it was a fight worth having with Chwi-ma.

Even so, there’s an ice palace outside. What on earth can you believe in?

With such doubts, Chwima closed the stopper of the blood well.

Seo-Nak looked at the blood clot carefully.

“Is that your poison weapon?”

The next moment, Chwima overturned the table in front of him.

Bam!

The moment when the table was smashed by Seo Nak’s work.

Crunch.

A chair flew and hit Seo-Nak on the shoulder. It was the chair that Chwi-Ma was sitting on that hit him.

Seonak was taken aback. It was such an unexpected attack. He couldn’t have been hit by a wooden chair, so the poor chair was shattered and scattered. How could he not have known that, even though he was a drunkard?

The horse’s next words satisfied his curiosity.

“What other weapon does a drunkard have? Anything he can get his hands on is a weapon.”

Chwima laughed like a tiger, but Seonak did not laugh.

What kind of a villain in the world could hit himself with a chair he was holding? In fact, it was a display of even greater skill than stabbing someone with a sword.

If you were to choose the Demon Lord that the martial artists fear the most, there would be fierce competition between the Poison King, the Evil Soma, and the Demon Lord of the Underworld. No one would choose the Demon Lord first.

But if you were to ask Seonak that question now? It would be a problem he would have to think about.

Oh my god!

This time, Seo-Nak suddenly unleashed a volley of blows, unleashing his power.

The horse dodged by slightly turning to the side.

Kwaang!

The back wall of the main hall collapsed, shattering the decorations that had been placed there. Seo-nak’s gaze briefly shifted to the decorations rolling on the floor.

I won’t care anymore.

Because it was a sight that announced the beginning of a new life.

Ssaeaeang!

When the second tension came flying in, the horse disappeared into the fog. No screams were heard, so he must have dodged this time too.

Suddenly, Seo-nak felt that his body was different than usual.

‘It’s not just any ordinary fog, it’s a cycle.’

That’s why my body felt drowsy and lethargic. Naturally, I let my guard down. It wasn’t a matter of mental strength or the amount of internal energy. My body naturally reacted to the effects of alcohol.

As Seo-Nak raised his internal energy, a cold aura rose from both of his hands.

‘Wake up! If you get drunk, you’ll die!’

Seo Nak’s unique martial art is Han Baek Shin Jang (Cold White God Palm).

It was a terrifying martial art that would cause a cold shock to one’s organs and cause suffering for the rest of one’s life even if one was lightly hit, and if one was hit properly, one’s entire body would freeze and one would die instantly.

“Look here, Amazon. Don’t hide in the fog like a coward. Come out and stand tall… … .”

Oh my god!

Seonak twisted his body to avoid the flying object from ahead.

Bam!

What flew and broke the back wall was a metal ball rolling on the floor, broken off from an ornament that had broken earlier.

As mentioned earlier, Chwima was fighting using everything he could get his hands on as a weapon. However, the trash he picked up from the ground was flying at him more terrifyingly than the golden dragon secret weapon of the martial arts world.

“The Demon Lord of the world is so cowardly… … .”

Oh my god.

This time, an attack came from behind. It was too late to turn around. Seonak raised his self-defense weapon and blocked it with his back.

Phew!

I could tell the moment it hit me. It was the fist of a drunkard.

Seonak flew forward as if he was being thrown, then turned around suddenly. His back hurt so much it felt like it was going to break, but he could bear it.

Chwima was standing where he had been drinking.

While drinking, he looked at Seo-Nak, and the moment he saw her gaze, an eerie wind blew through Seo-Nak’s chest. Those languid yet decadent gazes contained a kind of murderous intent and madness that he had never seen before.

At that very moment.

Whoaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The sudden tension of the Seonak swept through the fog and flew away.

However, the drunk horse dodged lightly with brisk steps and disappeared into the fog. This place, overflowing with cycles, was the world of drunk horse.

The more advanced you are, the more you will realize how scary this fog is. They are people whose victory or defeat depends on a small difference.

Just then, something flashing flew in, cutting through the smoke.

Shh! Shh!

Pok! Pok!

Something flew in quickly and stabbed Seo-nak in the shoulder and arm. The sword in the hand of Chu-ma, who appeared from the fog, was too fast for him to dodge.

I swung my sword a little late, but the horse had already disappeared into the fog.

‘It’s strong, stronger than I expected.’

Seonakdo quickly moved to hide himself in the fog. However, the fog was not on his side. The fog around where he flew dispersed, revealing his figure.

Love liquid!

Kwaaaaang!

He blocked the force that was flying towards him, but his arm felt like it was going to fall off because he was pushed back by the force.

‘Even the method!’

That wasn’t all.

Oh my god!

The fingers of the demon that emerged from the fog scratched at him, tearing his skin and splattering blood.

‘This time it’s the claw method!’

Now Seonak could see for sure that Chwima had mastered all kinds of martial arts.

This is how a drunkard’s martial arts should be.

Hitting, stabbing, rolling around, throwing.

This is the martial arts of the horse.

The martial arts of a drunkard who fights recklessly is the ability to break his own bones and tear out his own flesh.

The drunken man showed up again. He was drinking alcohol in front of me as if he was trying to show off. The more he drank, the stronger he became.

Seonak drew up all of his internal energy. The energy that rose from his hands was blue, but now it had turned pure white.

He is trying to unleash the most powerful of Han Baek Shin Jang’s supernatural powers, the Baek Myeol Jang (白滅掌).

‘No harm done? You’re going to receive the Baekmyeoljang right there? That’s it!’

The very moment when I was secretly delighted!

Seo-nak saw it.

The surrounding fog quickly gathered around the horse and soon formed a shape. It was the back of the god with his back turned.

Among the many martial arts he had learned, the one that stood out was the Dokmun martial arts of Chuma.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The White Destruction Field was unleashed. A huge force of energy flew towards him, flipping the ground over and tearing the air.

At the same time, Jushin, who had been standing behind the horse, turned around and leaped forward.

Among the divine works of the drunkard, the Dokmunmu Gong Jushin Gong (酒神功).

The fourth glass, the god of wine going wild.

The cycles that had been flying in the shape of the given shape merged and became a single ray of light.

Kwaaaaang!

A huge explosion erupted as two huge blasts collided.

The impact completely blew away the Great Hall.

As the dust settled, the figures of two people were revealed.

The horse was originally standing in that spot.

On the other hand, Seonak was pushed back about ten steps.

The main force of the attack completely overwhelmed and pushed Baekmyeoljang away.

Seo-Nak’s whole body was tattered.

“Kueeeeek.”

Blood gushed out of his mouth. It was a wound beyond repair.

Chwima defeated him without using his poisonous weapon, the Bloody Sword. He was strong, but Chwima was stronger.

The drunkard drank the wine. The last sip was for Wonju.

In the face of imminent death, Seonak was angry. He was not angry at having lost, but at those who had broken their promise.

“You said you would protect me… … .”

Blood flowed from Seo-Nak’s mouth. It wasn’t just his own skills that he believed in.

At that moment, a new person’s voice was heard there.

“They didn’t break their promise.”

Something flew towards Seonak. What was thrown in front of him were two corpses.

The person who came in was none other than Geommugeuk.

“I guess you are important to them.”

The two warriors were lying in wait in a secret place in Seonak’s residence.

They were not ordinary people. They were skilled in martial arts, but they were also excellent in stealth and lightness, so they were ready to run away with Seonak if the need arose.

Geommugeuk walked towards Chwima and asked.

“are you okay?”

“It’s okay. What about you?”

He nodded and looked in the opposite direction, saying that the sword dance was okay.

“Coming!”

Something was running towards us from beyond the fog.

Phew!

Chwima instinctively twisted his body. Something passed by his face.

It was a drop of blood.

It was clearly a drop of blood that came flying in like a magic wand. It wasn’t an ordinary drop of blood. It was a blood aura shaped like a drop of blood.

Immediately after, the opponent who had been spraying blood appeared as if he was attacking a person.

His eyes, face, neck and hands were eerily red.

“damage!”

At the shout of the swordsman, two people dodged to the sides.

Kwaaaaang!

The man who ran towards him exploded, and blood spurted out everywhere. The blood that spurted out went through the collapsed wall. It was a self-destructive attack. The power of the blood energy released while dying was tremendous.

This is why. The reason why Geommu-geuk is wary of the Blood King and also hates him. Because he is the kind of person who uses the lives of his subordinates like this.

He was not someone who had only mastered the self-destruction technique in a short period of time. He was someone who had trained for a long time to effectively use this self-destruction technique. After all that effort, what awaited him was this one moment of self-destruction.

So the fight with the Blood King becomes a jingling fight.

This time I really had to ask.

“are you okay?”

At that moment, when Chuma nodded and was about to answer Geommugeuk’s question.

The two people’s gazes turned to one place again.

Someone else was running towards us. Not just one or two.

“There’s a lot this time!”

The horse cleared the fog ahead to secure his vision.

At that moment, the two people saw.

It seemed as if the dozen or so people who were running were all flying up at the same time.

Kwaaaaang!

They exploded all at once and displayed their self-destructive power. They didn’t hesitate for a moment, as if they had been raised just for this moment.

It was a self-destructive attack that caused blood to be concentrated only in the front.

Pfft! Pfft!

Hundreds of blood auras flying towards the two people!

They flew in in droves, with an ear-piercing crash, inevitably heading towards any place.

It flew so far that it was impossible to avoid.

The horse blocked the way to the sword dance.

“Young Master! Behind me!”

Chwima blocked the sword dance and raised his self-defense skills to the limit. At the same time, he crossed both arms to cover his face.

In the moment of crisis, Chuma called Geommu-geuk the little cult leader. At this moment, he was not his younger brother, but the little cult leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect that he had to protect. He was the demon who protected him.

Chwima had raised his internal energy to the limit. Judging from the power of the blood droplets that had flown in earlier, injuries were inevitable. Even if he were to get hurt, he would never harm even a single hair on Geommu Geuk.

Because this was the pride of the Demon Lord who brought out the small cult leader.

Thud th …!

I could hear the sound of the flying blood hitting something.

The next moment, a fleeting silence flows.

Chwima slowly uncrossed his arms in front of his face.

He looked up with a surprised face. The blood that flew in with such a terrifying force could not reach him.

Something was standing before my eyes.

A wall of steel that shines brilliantly, reflecting the sunlight.

The blood flowed in densely, with nowhere to hide, but not a single ray of blood flow was able to penetrate the wall of this shining strong energy.

A great wall of strength, the greatest wall for all mines.

The Guhwamagong Daema Wall was erected right there.