Chronicles of the Reincarnated Demon God - Chapter 390



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The reincarnation demon temple

Episode 390

Let’s start hunting

Phage, phage, phage!!

The brain energy flowing through his skin was sharp, like that of a beast facing its enemy.

The air in the room was so hot it felt like it might explode at any moment.

“Is there an author who has a clue?”

“… … .”

Moogae didn’t answer at all.

They probably don’t want to admit that something like this is happening on their soil.

I took it as a silent affirmation.

“Then let’s start hunting together. What do you think?”

The monster’s gaze turned to me.

“how?”

“Have you forgotten? I am also an expert in healing.”

I curled the corners of my lips coldly.

* * *

The unofficial title was still noisy.

“Support! Support!!”

“The swordsmen have personally equipped themselves with weapons and have come forward!”

“Damn it! You guys are just like old people… … !”

Namgung Yoo-chang felt strange as he watched the prosecutors trying to restrain the puppets while cursing.

There was certainly an opposing current between the leadership and the working-level staff.

Even if you look at the Elders and the Blacksmiths who boast of Mujeseong, it is the same.

The leadership is promoting the idea that the fact that many masters of martial arts have fallen into the shadow of Mujeseong is a result of Namgung’s greatness.

The staff rather thought of them as a burden that was a pain to deal with.

In reality, even though we are going through such a mess, aren’t you still not showing your face?

Since this kind of thing happened more than once or twice, it was natural that dissatisfaction would build up among the staff.

‘There are too many contradictions here.’

In the case of Mujeong, too many things were in conflict with each other.

Conflict between the top management and the working-level staff.

Discrimination between direct and collateral lines.

The arrogance of the purebloods. The discontent of those who are not.

Just because they were of the same status, it didn’t mean there were no differences.

There was a lot of discord between the organizations, and they would often clash with each other to try to steal credit.

Because of this, factions have formed everywhere, and because of this, too many administrative procedures and resources such as time and effort have been wasted just to handle one task.

In some places, the resentment between organizations was much greater than the animosity toward the Justice League.

It was almost as if someone had intentionally split the group in order to maintain power.

‘Can’t I fix it…?’

Namgung Yoo-chang also experienced discrimination, so he saw so many of those contradictions.

If you just fix it a little, it will be much more efficient than before.

If we could just make a little more effort, we could see greater results with reasonable operation.

If only I had just a little more strength… … .

‘In the end… strength is the problem.’

Kwak.

Namgung Yuchang’s hands gripped the sword with great strength.

As expected, the face that came to mind this time was none other than Un-Hwi.

What was his appearance like as he overcame repeated discrimination and contradictions?

It was at that moment that I had that thought.

『How foolish. How can someone who has received Namgung’s teachings not only remain loyal even after death, but also so ungratefully take up the sword?』

『That’s proof that you didn’t receive proper education while you were alive. How foolish must you be to do that?』

A thunderous roar echoed from the sky, and two old men descended.

“Seven swords old man!”

“Even the Nine Swords Old Man… …! Fortunately, I’ll be able to finish it safely.”

Seven Swordsmen, the Blood Demon of the World and the Shark Crown Sword Dragon of the Nine Swordsmen.

Like other swordsmen, they were masters who were active in the same era as the Mukai, and were known for having the most cruel nature within the Mujeseong.

However, the locations where the two people had been immersed in the past were different. Unlike Gaesehyeolma, who was a leader from Sapa, Sogwangeomryong was originally a famous swordsman from Jeongpa.

Although they were an unlikely pair, the two were always together in their later years.

It’s the same now.

The eyes of the bloodthirsty horse, wearing a red robe that looked like it would burn, were emitting a sinister light, and the refined black sword of the So-gwan-geom-ryong was boasting a cold aura.

Even the prosecutors who had been displeased with the inspectors and the elders were sighing in relief at this moment.

No matter how much I disliked their behavior, I was certain that they were capable.

“But, what is your lord doing? The castle hall is strangely quiet.”

The bloodthirsty demon tilted his head for a moment as he looked at the ghost’s dwelling.

Because the demon lord released his energy without restraint, the center of the demon lord was always burning with intense lightning and heat as if the sun had set.

But now it was quiet.

I’ve never heard of him being absent, so I’m assuming it was intentional.

Since there was a lot of enemy activity, I was curious as to whether something had happened in the castle.

“You worry about everything. Are we the kind of people who would be worth worrying about, Seongju?”

“Well, that’s true.”

“And how do you know where he might have picked up some strange forbidden techniques and is practicing them?”

As Gangho has a long history, there are many magic arts that go beyond the level of magic and that should never be learned by humans.

However, Moogae didn’t care about that at all and just gathered all the gold he could and mastered it.

The blood-condensing brain method of killing one’s own blood relatives and absorbing their energy was just one of them.

In other words, the demon lord was a walking lump of taboo.

It would be hard to find someone who fits the word ‘乖’ better than him.

So, Sogwangeomryong didn’t think much of the current situation.

“First, let’s quickly sort this out. If you really mastered the art of goldsmithing, how can you handle your temper when you come out after finishing?”

“That’s true… … . It’s impossible for me to become like Palgeomnoya (Eight Swords Old Man).”

The Gaesaehyeolma shook his head, recalling Bingsimpyohyang (氷心一飄), who had made a irritating remark a while ago and ended up becoming a sacrificial lamb for Geumgong.

He still had a lot to do in this world. Death was out of the question.

“Besides, the old people in the back room will be making a fuss… … If we’re going to clean up, we better do it quickly.”

While saying the words ‘old man in the back room’, a look of fear crossed Gaeseolma’s eyes, unlike his tone.

The inspectors of Mujeong call the blacksmiths ‘old men’ or ‘old men’ and treat them like old men, but in reality, there was another place that really deserved such treatment…

“Anyway, let’s get started.”

Kwaaang!

Pot!

The large, bloodthirsty dog ​​flew in, trampling on the roof of the pavilion as it crumbled, while the light-bodied sword dragon flew gracefully across the sky.

The puppets who had been pushing their living comrades up until now all raised their heads.

Kikikikik… … .

The puppets, despite being confronted by the master of the tower, did not show any fear, but instead burst into strange laughter and rushed upward.

“Even though he’s a puppet with clouded judgment, he treats me like food… It’s a little unpleasant.”

Sogwangeomryong swung his sword with the intention of destroying the puppets. It was his poison technique, Jeonggwangeompunggyeol (正冠劍風訣).

『Noya! You must save Namgung Samjeong in front of you! That guy is the son of Iljeon Seonju-』

“Go! In this chaos, how can you tell who to save and who to kill!”

Sogwangeomryong frowned and let out a scolding at the sudden sound that pierced his ear, but he relaxed his swordsmanship.

The first line of succession is known to be the closest to the next lord among all the successors.

He was even protected by the ‘backroom old men’ and could be seen as a common enemy.

I don’t know why his blood relatives weren’t on the front lines but instead ended up in Cheonryeomudan, which is why things ended up like this.

It was clear that if I fought with the ship owner, it would be difficult to see a good future.

Chaeaaaaaang!!

Still, he was the son of a former leader, so he must have had some skills. Even though he was a puppet, his swordsmanship was quite powerful.

Of course, that didn’t mean he could do anything about it, so Sogwangeomryong tried to subdue the puppet with his strong power using the sword wind rotation technique.

however.

Phaaaat!

“!?”

Before Sogwangeomryong could even react, a flying sword flew over the puppet’s head.

A speed that even a master swordsman like Sogwangeomryong has difficulty detecting with the naked eye.

Before he could even move his hand, the sword was stuck right between his eyebrows.

Phew!!

“Sword Dragon!”

The blood horse with a face as red as the red robe it was wearing ran urgently towards the sword dragon.

The sword rose into the sky on its own and fell backwards over the corpse of the swordsman with its head smashed in vain.

Right there, an old man with long, flowing, gray hair stood there like a ghost.

“… Hey, Ilgomnoya!? Why are you-”

The bloodthirsty horse hesitated for a moment.

Because his opponent was the Manseunggeomja, whom he knew very well.

A master who has ascended to the throne and is on par with the Black King or the Moogye at an age as old as Samgapja.

However, his behavior was different from usual in many ways.

As can be seen from his nickname, Manseung (萬乘), Ilgomnoya Manseunggeomja liked to show off an overwhelming presence even in everyday life.

Although he may not be as strong as the Demon King, he boasted a stronger prayer than the other nine Sword Masters combined, so everyone had no choice but to bow their heads before him.

The Manseung Sword Master standing here now had sunken eyes like a corpse, and his clothes were all torn and worn, so he looked no different from a beggar.

The aura he gave off was too sinister and sinister to be called aggression. He seemed like he could have been a dead person.

‘… Wait a minute. Now that I think about it, didn’t Ilgumnoya go on a campaign with Cheonryeomudan? That means-‘

It meant that even the Manseung Sword Master could become a puppet, just like the Cheonryeomudan!

But as a bloodthirsty horse, it was hard to believe.

The Manseung Sword was one of the secret powers that Mujeseong had hidden.

Even though there are ‘old men in the back room’, it still means that there are masters who have entered the Holy Ark.

He was a martial god who had reached the limit of what a human could achieve.

Not only did you subdue that Manseunggeomja, but you also turned him into a puppet? How on earth did you do it? His mental strength must have been that strong, so how did you brainwash him?

It was something that made no sense, but seeing it in person sent shivers down my spine.

Perhaps the being called Baekbalcheonma should no longer be considered the leader of a demonic cult of the past.

It is a power and ability that is worthy of being ranked among the top ten masters.

Perhaps it can be compared to the lord… … !

“!!”

As soon as that thought occurred to Gaeseolma, he hurriedly stepped back.

Now, whether it was a cleaning lady or a servant, it was necessary to bring the lord or the old men from the back room.

Because the Ark of the Covenant masters were never authors they could afford.

However, there was no significant difference in Manseunggeomja’s skills before and after becoming a puppet.

“!!!”

Before I knew it, he had come right up to the bloodthirsty horse and stretched out his hand.

The blood demon’s face turned pale and he hurriedly threw his palm at the world’s god.

Needless to say, his resistance was useless.

Because Manseunggeomja’s secret sword was already cutting off his wrist and head at the same time.

There was no screaming.

Squeak!

Phew-

“Tch, Chilgeomnoya and Gugeomnoya have been hit… …!”

“Ilgumnoya has been brainwashed by the enemy! Unit! Bring the unit quickly!”

“Ahhhhh! Get out of the way! I said get out of the way!!”

Manseunggeomja relentlessly pursued the fleeing prosecutors and killed them again and again.

If they hid inside the palace, the palace would be destroyed to find them, and if they ran away through the main gate, the walls would be destroyed to bury them alive.

In an instant, the area around the main gate became a sea of ​​blood with the corpses of nearly a hundred inspectors.

There, Namgung Yuchang glimpsed the shadow of death.

He could have run away if he had tried, but he wasted time rescuing servants who were trapped under the collapsed pavilion and ended up getting his ankles tied up.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have shown such a feeble sense of compromise.

I don’t want to become the same guy as Prosecutor Namgung, so I didn’t want to step forward and end up like this… … !

There was only one thought on his mind right now.

I remembered the offer he made to help me rise through the ranks if I did as he said.

Do not go to Dang -hui.

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, carrying intense heat. Accompanied by a single sneer.

“There is a child here who is not like the child of the original family.”

“!?”

Chaeaeaeaaeng!!

Namgung Yuchang opened his eyes and was shocked.

The Lord of the Undefiled, Mu-Gae, was blocking the sword of Man-Seung-Geom-Ja right in front of his eyes.