Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 141



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141. The Battle of Jeongma (3)

The damage to the Volcano Sect was severe. Two of the elders of the Cheonyeong Sect were killed, their wealth was stolen, and the Plum Blossom Sword was also in poor condition.

The unity of the Volcano faction remained on the battlefield. The unit currently being moved by Nam Gyu-rin, the Plum Blossom Swordsman, is the unit that transports the wounded to Sacheon beyond the rear.

It was right that the route from the rear to Sacheon should be safe. It certainly had to be that way.

That must be the case.

Kihihihihihi! With a terrible roar, a strangely shaped curved sword pierced the body of the Tang elder. The man, with bloodshot eyes and a huge grin that was enough to tear his cheeks, stepped on the elder’s foot,

Kihehe!

Phew! He pulled the curved blade upward and burst the fountain of blood.

Gwanghyeokjin, the strangely curved sword. He, a member of the Shinbalgak, drank the blood on the curved sword by putting it to his mouth.

“Kill them all! Kill them all! Kihahahahaha!”

That wasn’t all. Mines oozing disgusting magic of various kinds were emerging from all directions and surrounding the escort.

“How come this…!”

It was a convoy retreating from the battlefield. Therefore, the person in charge was still the Plum Blossom Sword Bong, who was only a member of the Ogijowon. There should have been no problems with this operation that came out of the highest meeting of the Jeongpa Alliance.

‘He’s a traitor…!’

By the time they realized it, it was already too late. With so many routes for countless supplies to come and go, the fact that they were able to launch such a perfect surprise attack with such precision meant that the information about the Jeongpa Alliance was already in the hands of the Demonic Cult.

But there was nothing she could do now. Three of them had appeared, including the Gokgok Sword, the Dream Demon, the Red Flower Blood Fist, and the Heavenly Spirit.

“Hehehe, I’m finally going to taste it.”

The dreamy horse looked at the plum blossom sword peak without hiding his dark desires.

“This is the first time you’ve tasted the flower of my party… but I’ll cherish it for the rest of my life.”

“How dare you, with that disgusting mouth…!”

“Hehe, you annoying b*tch. Don’t worry. Just like my nickname, you’ll be in a state of ecstasy in your dreams…”

Nam Gyu-rin gritted her teeth. The dream-like magic of the dream-like demon was notorious. The disgusting magic that made you live forever in a dream and have your life’s life sucked away by the dream-like demon had serious aftereffects even if you were to experience it once.

‘I’d rather commit suicide…’

Nam Gyu-rin shook her head. There were too many people to take responsibility for. Since the Hwasan faction was leading the evacuation party with her, who was still relatively healthy, if they were to be annihilated here, the Jeongma War would not be a problem.

“Let me make a suggestion.”

Mongsaekma seemed to notice Nam Gyu-rin’s conflict and licked his tongue as he spoke.

“If you take off your clothes and swear allegiance to me now, I will let the rest go.”

“Speak sense, you pervert!”

“This madman is talking disgusting stuff!”

Shouts of joy erupted from all sides. They were the masters of the Jeongpa who had come out with their wounded bodies in the surprise attack, even though they were all injured.

But, paying no attention to their gazes, Mongsaekma stared intently at Nam Gyu-rin, and the laughter of the men grew louder.

“Can’t you just kill them all? I’m hungry…”

“Speak sense, you idiot.”

The one who interrupted Mongsaekma’s words was Hong Hwa-hyeol-kwon, the man who was standing quietly next to him.

“Our mission is the destruction of this convoy. You can satisfy your base desires later.”

“…Hey, foreigner, are you giving me orders right now?”

When the dream-like demon growled and glared at the Hong-hwa-hyeol-kwon, the Hong-hwa-hyeol-kwon also glared at the dream-like demon without hiding the disgust in its eyes.

Mongsaekma had been in the Demonic Cult since the Cheon-gwang Great Rebellion, and Hong-hwa-hyeol-kwon was a new master of the Demonic Cult who suddenly appeared during the Jeong-ma Great War. It was a blessing that they were not on good terms… but not in this situation.

“This is enough.”

The old man who had tapped Nam Gyu-rin on the chin and shoulder stepped forward. Nam Gyu-rin’s eyes widened.

“No! Again, now!”

“It’s the Heavenly King. Even if you hold out, you’ll only be humiliated and ridiculed. What you can do now is to run away with as many young men as possible.”

Blood Plum Sword (血梅劍) Cheongun Jinin spoke while gasping for breath. He had a bandage wrapped around one eye, his left arm was also gone, and his body was convulsing from fatigue after only walking a few steps.

The wounded began to come out of the carriage with him, those who were best transported as convoy.

They were all masters of the Cheonyeong Gyeong and Uihamcheon Gyeong, and only those in serious condition were in serious condition.

It was a natural thing. If it wasn’t serious, I would have stayed in Cheonghae. Those people got out of the carriage, drew their weapons, and aimed them at the minions.

The appearance of the Blood Sword brought a brief pause in the war of nerves between the Dream Demon and the Red Flower Blood Sword. The composure that had been put aside for the sake of the food they had already caught was lifted when the cornered rat appeared.

“Elder!”

“Plum Blossom Sword Peak! This is Gangho!”

Hearing Elder Yun’s old voice for the first time. Maehwageombong’s eyes wavered.

Staggering, the Blood Sword drew his sword.

“Once you take up a sword, you must be prepared to die at any time! It is I, not you, who must be prepared to die now!”

“but…”

“Gyu-rin, if you were to be killed, do you really think I would be relieved to live?”

The Blood Sword’s eyes held a more intense power than ever before. He deliberately did not look behind him. He only looked at the enemies in front of him and the tip of his sword.

“Be strong and be happy.”

“I will be happy if I am trapped in my dreams.”

“Shut up. Even though I cannot take your head, I will cut off your horrible body.”

Along with the Blood Sword’s stern attitude, the three wounded elders of the Volcano Sect stood next to the Blood Sword. The eyes of all three were filled with the determination to fight to the death.

“Yeah, as a senior, I can’t let my junior see that.”

“That’s true. If I continue living here like that, I’ll just end up committing suicide. Who will call me a hero from now on?”

With those words, all the injured men stood behind the blood sword. The Goegokma, who was watching the scene, scratched his own flesh until it bled and pus came out, making a “ugh” sound.

“Ears, you annoying guys… The blood of sick guys doesn’t taste good.”

Openly, Hong Hwa-hyeol-kwon laughed at Mong-saek-ma.

“Congratulations. It seems like you’ve only served to heighten the enemy’s spirit.”

“Shut up.”

Mongsaekma calmly calculated the power. The special force of Shinbalgak was dispatched in a hurry after receiving information about the ‘guys’. There were three Cheonyeongi Gyeong and five Euihamcheon Gyeong.

That too in good condition. How many? Seven of them were missing limbs, three were missing eyes, and ten were injured.

The dreamy horse laughed again.

“A cornered rat is really tenacious.”

The judgment is made. It is still advantageous, and it will still be an easy win. If you send the guys below first to weaken their strength, and kill the young guys who run away before those guys, their will will be broken quickly.

Yes, in front of the Blood Sword, the plum blossom sword-

“Is that so?”

“Kyaaaaah!”

A terrible roar. The Goguryeo sword let out a roar similar to that of a beast and swung the Goguryeo sword sharply towards my left.

What Mongsaekma saw, who reflexively turned his head to him, was a young nobleman in black martial arts attire standing with his feet on the right shoulder of Gwaegokgeom.

The man, whose impression was sharp and whose expression was completely blank, stood with one foot on the shoulder of the Goegoggeom,

The other foot was already pushing against the temple of the Goguryeo Sword.

Thud. A light, dull, yet terrible sound. The neck of the Gokgokgeom was torn off like a doll’s neck.

uh?

I can’t move my body. As soon as I heard the whisper, an invisible energy passed through the body of the dream demon, and my body became frozen.

A fountain of blood bursts out. The neck of the Gokgokgeom, torn off by a weak force, flies far away, and his body staggers and falls with a thud.

“Who is the cornered rat?”

Now, such a whisper was heard right behind the dreamy horse who had turned his head.

The dream horse broke out in a cold sweat. It couldn’t react. The reason why Goegokgeom entered the Shinbalgak despite his madness was purely because of his strong force.

It’s like he’s being toyed around like that without even being able to fight a single blow with the Goguryeo Sword.

‘What are you doing!’

Dreamy Demon screamed inwardly as he looked next to me. Hong Hwa-hyeol-kwon. The guy who uses the disgusting magic they brought. He is clearly right next to me now, so why on earth isn’t he attacking me!

However, it was impossible. Hong Hwa-hyeol-kwon was also trying his best. He wasn’t hit by the bloodletting like a dream horse, but purely…

‘It doesn’t move.’

My body was refusing to react. It was fear engraved in my instincts.

That wasn’t all. All the minions in front of Mongsaekmae were frozen and unable to move at all.

Plum Blossom Sword Peak, Nam Gyu-rin’s eyes widened. She exclaimed, “Huh.”

“Yongun…!”

When the name was called, shock spread. Both among those of the Jeongpa Alliance and those of the Demonic Cult.

Degururur- The head of the Goguryeo Sword rolled down. The colorless magic energy that spewed out from Yongun’s feet was already covering all the demons.

Magi (魔氣) is transparent. The law of the jungle. Magi is the energy that cannot be defeated by the strong, and Yongun’s Magi… was learned by someone who was given the title of Magi despite not being a demon through the Heavenly Demonic Skill.

Kkak-! Hong Hwa-hyeol-kwon’s fist, which had cut off my tongue and awakened my body, turned red. He threw away his power.

The reason it is called Honghwahyeolquan is because the enemy’s body that touched the red spiral created by his fist would burst and their blood would turn into flower-shaped vapor.

Kwaaaaang! Hong Hwa-hyeol-gwon jumped high behind him with ten-tenths of his power, not caring about Mong-saek-ma.

I never expected this to kill the bastard. The first priority was to escape, and then report.

A thin arrow of magic was fired at Mine, who was thinking in a thoroughly military manner.

‘The Three Battles of the Demon King…!’

The Yongun and Cheonma magic that I had heard from my lord… Hong Hwa-hyeol-kwon made a cool-headed judgment.

However, its power is weak. The Honghwahyeolkwon’s strong energy gathered in front of me and formed a flower, which was like a shield. Honghwahyeolkwon tried to retreat using the backlash of the magic and strong energy as momentum,

The moment the Pajik-Myeolhonma Samjeon touched me, the accident stopped.

The moment the arrow mixed with magic and life energy touched the flower, the flower was destroyed.

It couldn’t be. Being able to perceive the strength of my enemy and my own power, the power of my spirit, was the most basic ability of a warrior.

Obviously, if it was a magical energy of that power, it would have been oxidized by the strong energy. But why is my strong energy turning to dust and disappearing like this?

Strangely, truly strangely and bizarrely, the magic energy extending from the arrow dug into the qi like a thread and disintegrated it from the inside.

Just as glass breaks into many cracks and then shatters, his own energy was pierced by Yongun’s magic and turned to dust.

Hong Hwa-hyeol-kwon, who saw the scene clearly from the air, was unable to respond to the demonic energy that broke his vital energy and dug into his lower body.

Kwajik!

“Kuaaaah!”

Hong Hwa-hyeol-gwon, whose lower body had been blown away, was stuck ugly on a tree, and Yong-un, whom he had not seen from the beginning, continued to speak to Mong-saek-ma.

Slowly, Yongwoon’s hand reached out to Mongsaekma’s neck.

“Say it again.”

Expressionlessly, Yongwoon asked Mongsaekma.

“How can we save them?”

The life contained in the quiet question was like a river and sea. Everyone in the plain could feel it.

“Live, live-”

“Wrong.”

Kwajik- Yongun’s five fingers pierced the skin of the dream horse and embedded themselves in its muscles. The magical energy poured out through the five fingers, and to Mine, it was a hotter fire than any fire.

At the same time, the formless machine struck the dream horse’s entire body and poured out its anger using his energy and blood.

Kkaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

The dream horse’s terrible scream shook the forest strongly.