Chronicles of the Reincarnated Demon God - Chapter 386



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The reincarnation demon temple

Episode 386

Martial arts

A strong wind blew.

A bitter wind blowing from the barren desert.

The riders of the iron horses clad in black armor looked back, covering their mouths with their blood-curtains.

“We’ve arrived, Captain. What should we do now?”

In the distance, a sharp ridge of mountains appeared, like an upside-down sword.

A place where plum blossoms are in full bloom and covered only with red petals.

It was a place with a color that contrasted with the dry northern wind they brought.

Volcano.

A member of the Old School School and the master of all swordsmanship.

Although the fame of Buksung Shaolin and Namjon Mudang has faded, their elegant spirit still arouses the admiration of many martial artists as the best in the martial arts world.

But for the black armored riders who appeared here, they were nothing more than enemies that had to be trampled and passed over.

They were the elite of the Blood Demon Cult’s Wind Demon Sect, the Black Wind Iron Cavalry… better known in the martial arts world as the Black Wind Cavalry.

and…….

Their leader was the Great Demon Lord, who once possessed such great martial arts skills that he could compete with the Heavenly Demon for the position of sect leader.

Iron Armor Demon King Danmok Sangryeo.

The one now known as the Blood Demon No. 1 had a fierce gaze shining from beneath his helmet.

“It was just for a moment, but I had a dream a little while ago where God gave me a revelation.”

A voice thick with divine power, as if the divine power still remained.

The Black Wind Watchers all swallowed dry saliva or watched their leader with tense expressions.

The Great Sword Lord is their leader and a shaman with supernatural powers that are unparalleled in the North.

Sometimes, when her spirit possession became severe, she would display skills that surpassed the Holy Ark, so every word she uttered was regarded as an oracle.

“This is a revelation to dye the red of the plum blossoms with the color of their blood. And furthermore, to prove that only the Blood Horse is above the Heavenly Horse.”

“!”

“That means… … !”

The Iron Armored Demon King nodded, pulling his helmet down deeply.

“We begin a full-scale invasion of the Central Plains. God so desires.”

“In the name of God!”

“In the name of God!!”

“let’s go.”

As the great cavalryman kicked the horse’s belly, the iron horse began to run with a rough trot.

Doo doo doo doo!

The Great Demon Cult began to extend its reach into the Seomseo martial arts world in earnest.

* * *

I never missed the emotion in the corner of Mukai’s eyes.

Embarrassment, embarrassment, shame, irritation, anticipation, doubt, longing, fear… … .

For someone who has reached this level to express his emotions so honestly means that he is either insane to an extreme or he is confident in his abilities.

But I could guarantee that such intense emotional turmoil would be rare even in normal times.

“Treatment… can be done?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Even though Master suffered from their curse, he was eventually cured and is now walking around fine.”

“Treatment, treatment… … !”

The demon seemed far more interested in the idea of ​​a cure for the curse than in the idea of ​​his master being resurrected.

Then he frowned again.

“How would I know you’re lying?”

“Are you saying that someone like you can’t tell if what I’m saying is a lie or the truth?”

“… It’s true.”

dump!

Moogae finally let go of my collar.

I grumbled as I fixed my disheveled clothes.

“Do you know how expensive this silk is? It shouldn’t have any wrinkles.”

“Stop talking nonsense. The nagging hasn’t changed since seven years ago.”

“If a person suddenly changes, don’t they say that he or she doesn’t have much time left to die?”

“I guess even Yeomra would refuse to take you away.”

Moogae sat back down in his seat and crossed his legs.

His eyes were burning brighter than before, as if his thoughts had been sorted out.

As if it were going to swallow me up at any moment.

“You’re going to cure me? Why?”

“Because I want you to bite the salt.”

“The enemy of my enemy is my comrade?”

“Haven’t we come too far to be comrades?”

“Well, I guess it’s impossible for me to join hands with you guys who cling to the party members like leeches.”

I was talking about the Battle of Baekunsan and the defeat of Cheonryeomudan.

On the contrary, it seemed that Moogae was talking about the fact that the heads of the four clans joined the Justice Alliance after the Battle of Baekun Mountain.

In his eyes, it would seem like Baekbalcheonma was joining hands with Jeongui Maeng to reduce Mujeseong’s power.

The royal family, who were watching this, suddenly had a thought that maybe this was why they suspected that So Saeng Ban-ak and Baek Bal Cheon Ma were the same person.

Then wouldn’t it be possible for Mukai to be suspicious of that too?

‘I definitely need to be careful about this part.’

Because Baekbalcheonma and Sosaengbanak had to move in different camps.

I let out a sneer.

“I don’t understand why Jeong Ui-maeng is coming out here.”

“You’re going to grab me. Well, whatever. My priority right now is to get rid of these damn chains!”

Moogwae said, frowning.

“But what if you pretend to take off these chains while trying to put on other chains? I’ll just have to open my eyes and take it? Huh?”

“You have too many doubts.”

“I’ve been treated terribly by you sorcerers!”

Moogae was a psychopath who suffered from both paranoia and suspicion.

They think that the whole world is hostile towards them, and as a defense mechanism to deal with this, they try to grab everything in the world and shake it up to their heart’s content.

His hatred for the world went far beyond what the criminals could have expected.

And that madness does not exclude even his own flesh and blood, so if he does not like anything even a little bit, he thinks it is a rebellion against him and tries to eat it.

So, if I, who had been your enemy up until now, suddenly said that I would cure your curse, you would probably have all sorts of thoughts.

I wonder if I might pretend to remove that curse while using some other trick, or if I might inflict another curse, or if I might make an ambush.

Could it be that the Justice Alliance is plotting something else, could it be that Yeom Gye has set a trap that he never thought of, or could it be that he is joining hands with other rebel forces within Mujeseong to plot this…?

Surrounded by countless delusions and confused by his thoughts, there was only one way to calm his doubts.

“So? You’re not going to do it?”

“… … .”

There was silence for a moment.

“… Okay. Don’t do it.”

Moogae nodded with bloodshot eyes.

I had bitten my fingernails so many times that the tips of my fingers were worn out.

“He really is a madman in his own right.”

‘He is a person who cannot trust anyone in the first place. His suspicions about the Yeomgye are probably at an extreme.’

“Come to think of it, I remember there was someone similar to me in Bokmajeon too… … .”

I didn’t have time to ask Oh Gwang who he was.

“So what you want is for me to tear down the Blood Demon Cult?”

“Of course. My goal from the beginning was to eliminate the Blood Demon Cult and the Blood Gods. The more swords, the better, right? The continued conflict with the Mujeseong is also a burden.”

“I see. That would be believable enough. But I still don’t trust you.”

“How can I believe it?”

“Come under me.”

In an instant, Moogae threw the Mucheongeom he was holding in his hand towards me.

Whirilirik-

Phew!

The Mucheon Sword detached itself from its scabbard in midair and was stuck in the floor.

at the same time.

Oh my gosh!!

The sound of a sword resonating clearly.

Just listening to it made me feel like my mind was clearing up. The murderous intent that had filled the room disappeared as if it were a lie.

‘… I heard you have some knowledge of sound waves. Did you mix light waves with the vibrations of sound waves using a sword bullet?’

The word art came to mind naturally.

A depth so deep that I can’t possibly emulate it right now.

Even though I had dug so deep into swordsmanship, I still had a long way to go.

Moreover… … .

‘It’s deeply imbued with imagery.’

I could see it briefly without even opening the bottle.

How strong is the idea contained within it.

The sword that Mu-Gae had used since his early days in the martial arts world was the very history of his life.

He was so obsessed with swords that he eventually lost his mind.

A sword that contains the history of madmen.

It was to the extent of being immersed in madness, which was different from the upright and just path that the Master had walked.

It would be of great help to me if I could look inside, as it contains contradictions.

“Then I will make you my successor right away and hand over the sword to you. What do you think?”

“!?”

But the words he added to it were truly groundbreaking.

“… Didn’t you say a little while ago that I was suspicious?”

“That’s right.”

“This is just the first time you and I have met?”

“Why does it take so long to get to know someone?”

The monster laughed with his fangs clearly visible.

It was there that I first sensed something eerie about him.

Even when I was grabbed by the collar, I didn’t feel threatened.

Why does it feel more dangerous now, even though I don’t feel like I’m alive?

“If you look at the fact that they came here knowing that this was the middle of enemy territory, you can tell that they are either stupid or confident. That’s the difference between them.”

“… … .”

“But unfortunately, there’s no one among my blood relatives who has that kind of distribution, right? So I can’t help but look to you.”

The two pupils of the monster emitted a strange color.

“Take that sword. Then I will join hands with you.”

I glanced at the violently trembling Mucheongeom, telling him to hurry and catch himself, and then looked at Moogae with an indifferent gaze.

Those two eyes were so full of madness that it was impossible to read their inner thoughts accurately.

Even if I’m crazy, I’m crazy as hell.

Seriously, that was the only thought that came to my mind.

“What if I swallow the Mujeseong whole and transform it into a new religion?”

“That’s because the ones who got hurt are stupid. Then you figure it out. All I want is my own greed.”

To Moogae, Mujeseong is just a tool to realize his desires. He doesn’t care what happens to it after that.

Even if a family with nearly a thousand years of history were to fall, he would never blink an eye.

I stared at the Mucheongeom for a moment and then lightly kicked my feet.

thud!

The scabbard that had fallen to the ground floated into the air. The Mucheon Sword was also pulled out and sucked into the scabbard, returning to Mukai.

Okay!

The Mucheongeom was hung on Mu-Gye’s waist again.

Just like it was originally.

“I’m sorry, but there is only one master in the world.”

“Huh! I thought you were from a similar class to me. But looking back, you’re just an idiot.”

In the eyes of the monster, I must have just been an idiot who kicked away a great opportunity to take down the invincible.

But I just thought that the path that I walked with the monster was different.

To me, ‘power’ is not a tool, but family. They are the people I have to embrace.

If Mujeseong became my family, I had no intention of treating him like that.

“I can’t get under you. That’s my answer. If I do that, I won’t join hands with this idiot.”

“That can’t be true. On the contrary, it makes me want it even more.”

Thud thud!

The monster tore off his own shirt with all his might and threw it back.

“First, erase this. I think we can discuss what happens after this.”