Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 142



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142. The Battle of Jeongma (4)

Yongwoon was both a demon and a dragon. While Ma-ui, who was revived with memories of his past life, still missed Dang-hye from whom he had parted ways and devoted himself to martial arts, Yongwoon, who had spent his entire life locked up in a warehouse, yearned even more for Mae-hwa-geom-bong, the greatest late-stage index of Daehwasan.

He was both a demon and a dragon, and he chose to live as a dragon. Nevertheless, his desire for martial arts caused his fate and Gyu-rin’s fate to diverge for a moment, just as it did for Dang-hye, and Gyu-rin also accepted it.

Because she was destined to become the next president, there was a lot of weight on her shoulders from the beginning.

So the two of them ended their journey of half a year and did not meet again after the Yongbongjihoe. It was a short time, but they continued to exchange letters occasionally through a small group called the Biryonghoe.

That was a story from a month ago. A story before the start of the Great Battle of Jeongma.

The dream horse fell over, foaming at the mouth. The warriors of the sect who had regained their senses began to thrust their swords into the necks of the stone-like men who could do nothing but pee their pants, just as the screams of the Hong-hwa-hyeol-kwon ended.

The gaze of the Jeongpa’s unmanned people looking at Yongun was indeed not kind. It was Gumi Ji-eun. That was clear.

However… the Jeongpa originally lived and died for prestige, honor, and chivalry. As a disciple of Kwon-Jun, he learned magic, infiltrated the Yongbongjihoe, and gained all sorts of false status, so Yong-Un could not be viewed favorably.

It’s okay. I understand. Gyu-rin too-

“Yongun!”

Plum Blossom Sword, which had leaped a great distance in an instant, was suddenly embraced by Yongwoon. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar embrace, a bit… uneasy.

Despite the frequent battles, a faint scent of plum blossoms still lingered on Gyu-rin.

“…Gyurin.”

Because her position could have been difficult, Yongwoon tried to carefully push her away,

“…”

He noticed that her body was shaking slightly in his arms and quietly patted her back.

“I’m sorry.”

“What is it?”

“Just, everything. The lateness, the unsaid things…”

“stop.”

Everyone was watching. Gyu-rin and Mae-hwa-geom-bong also knew. Mae-hwa-geom-bong, who quietly pushed Yong-un’s body away, smiled weakly.

“You came, right?”

There was no lie in her smile.

“That’s enough.”

During that short time, which was too long to be called short, and too long to be called long, the eyes of the young man and woman crossed. At a distance that was not at all far, the moment when Nam Gyu-rin decided on something-

“What is the situation now?”

A familiar yet very eerie voice interrupted the two. It wasn’t just Dang-hye who felt the eeriness, but Yong-un as well.

An invisible formless energy tore apart Gyu-rin and Yong-un with a huge force. Yong-un looked to the side in shock, and saw Dang-hye slowly descending from the air.

Her purple sleeves fluttered, and in her hands were two dead, convulsing mines, foaming at the mouth.

“I caught some running rats… and they were here too?”

Plum Blossom Swordsman Nam Gyu-rin. She knew who Dang-hye was. What’s more, the great power and poison emanating from that colored martial arts uniform.

That’s why her eyes wavered. How could a master of the Tang family be angry…?

But the moment Maehwageombong saw Dang-hye’s eyes, he was able to understand everything.

Her wavering eyes became firm. Nam Gyu-rin, who also saw Yong-woon’s flustered expression, gritted her teeth and glared at Dang-hye.

“Are you shameless?”

“It seems like you have no shame.”

The mines that Dang-hye had been holding in both hands, the veins on their skin were so black that they crumbled and turned to dust. What was in Dang-hye’s eyes as she crossed her arms was extreme anger.

When the two women’s gazes crossed and Yongwoon’s thoughts stopped for a moment,

“Go that far.”

The one who staggered over and intervened was Hyeolmaegeom and Cheongunjinin.

“A congressman came to escort the wounded, but are you going to hold those two like that?”

“…ah.”

“Dang-hye, you too, your younger brother is in that carriage right now. He was wasting time and his internal injuries got worse so he went back in. It would be better to go with Yong-un and get him treated first.”

Yongwoon expressed his silent gratitude to Hyeolmaegeom, who was calmly organizing his work. Hyeolmaegeom snickered.

“You’re a very generous person. It’s been a while.”

“It’s been a while.”

“The world of Kangho is truly an unknowable place. It seems like it was only yesterday that I saw you in Oehyeon-gyeong, but you’ve already become a monster and come back…”

Yongwoon was a little surprised.

“Don’t you care?”

“What? Your true identity? Demon? Boy, I am a master of the Hwasan sect and my nickname is blood. If it weren’t for my sect, I would have been a monster.”

Cheongunjin laughed loudly.

“I’m not stupid enough to turn against the person who saved my life. And—we all would be.”

As the Blood Sword looked around and said that, several people who had been glaring at Yongwoon flinched in surprise and lowered their heads.

Tsk, the tongue-licking Blood Sword gestured to Yongwoon.

“Those who are up now are still far from dead. Hurry up and treat that poor bastard.”

Yongwoon nodded and headed towards a carriage that had stopped with Danghye. Inside the huge carriage, which had a pattern completely different from the others, there was a middle-aged man lying on the bed in the center, and three black-clad men lying quietly next to him.

The bodyguards who protect the head of the Sacheondang family. Dark Knight. Yongwoon knew that the original number was seven.

“Get out.”

Despite Dang-hye’s orders, the three men in black did not move at all. Dang-hye snickered at the sight.

“Do you think I would kill my brother?”

“Why did you come down?”

“Do you think I should report to you and do things like that?”

“Many people died.”

“Your tongue is long for a snake. Did you think I would be attached to my family?”

Dang-hye’s expression did not change. It was a look of surprise, a look of laughter.

“What a funny family. I killed the elders with my own hands, and yet they still hold onto my sleeve.”

One of the assassins’ hands clenched into a fist, but did not dare to extend it.

“Remember, I am not under the protection or orders of the Sacheondang family. Considering what you have done to me, you should be thankful that you are not an outsider.”

She said, clicking her tongue.

“Get out of here.”

“I… go.”

The labored, muttering words came from Dangho, Danghye’s younger brother and the head of the Sacheondang family. The dignified and powerful appearance I had seen at the Yongbongjihoe before was nowhere to be found, and the one lying on the bed stained with blood and sweat was a middle-aged man with visible bones.

“My lord…!”

“Get out.”

The order of the head of the household had no choice but to follow the orders of the dark monks. The three new figures of the evil monks became blurred and soon they disappeared.

Dang-hye sat on the chair next to Dang-ho’s bed. Dang-ho smiled faintly.

“I knew you wouldn’t come.”

“Don’t laugh.”

Dang-hye narrowed her eyes and reached out to grab Dang-ho’s open chin. She glared at him and said.

“Spit it out.”

“…”

“Should I take it out myself?”

Tang Ho had no choice but to roll his tongue and take out two pills: poison pills and pills. Tang Hye’s face distorted.

“Are you trying to die here? How dare you?”

If you are a member of the Sacheondangga, you have a dogma in your mouth. It was for suicide. Dangho was no exception, and the moment you swallow that dogma, the body of the Dangga melts away.

It was a last resort to prevent the enemy from abusing or studying the bodies of the Sacheondangga’s unmanned personnel.

But Dangho had another elixir, which was Doksimdan (毒心丹).

A special kind of healing pill that stimulates the innate energy and awakens the veins and blood of the entire body. Swallowing the pill

In an instant, his body is burned to the ground, his life irreversibly consumed, and half a shijin becomes his life.

The corner of Dangho’s mouth, which had spat out two welcome words, smiled.

“As the head of the household… I just thought about what I had to do…”

Currently, the majority of the injured were from the Hwasanpa and the Tangga clan. It was natural that the most critically injured elders of the Hwasanpa clan, as well as the Tangga clan leaders, were being evacuated.

Dang-hye’s expression of hostility toward Sega was different only for her younger brother. Dang-hye’s face, looking at the smiling Dang-ho, was filled with worry.

A dark red liquid flowed out of her finger and fell into Dangho’s mouth. Yongwoon quietly came over to Dangho and began taking his pulse.

Dangho, who had been watching him for a while, looked at Danghye and said.

“If I die, you won’t take over the position of head of the household.”

“Yes, when you die, I will leave the party without any regrets.”

“…Is that so?”

There was no sign of regret in Dangho’s expression as he spoke. Rather, there was a sense of relief mixed in.

Dang-hye sighed and shook her head. She was still awkward at this kind of thing.

“I am still your sister.”

A short word. After a long time – Dangho’s stiff shoulders relaxed, and he leaned back a little more on the bed.

“You’d better hurry up and go to Jeongpa-myeong. There are many people waiting for you, Sister.”

“I was planning on going anyway.”

“I’m fine, right away-”

“Be quiet. As the head of the family, there are things you need to hear, so stay still.”

What should I hear? Dang-ho’s expression was suspicious, but Dang-hye said nothing.

Even after Dangho’s treatment was over, Yongwoon and Danghye were busy moving around. Many of the injured people moved their bodies in response to the demons’ attacks, and many of them were in critical condition.

Soon, after everyone’s rough treatment was over, several people gathered at Dangho’s carriage. They were the Blood Sword, the Plum Sword, the Jeongpa Alliance, and those who held important positions in the Jeongpa.

In front of the carriage, there was still a fainted Hong Hwa-hyeol-kwon, and a dreamy horse with foam in its mouth and rolled back eyes.

There was.

When Yongwoon stuck a needle into Honghwahyeolkwon’s neck, he woke up from his fainting state.

“Ugh-” “It’s not time for you to talk yet.”

Then, when Yongwoon tapped the dream horse’s neck with his index finger again, the dream horse’s eyes, which had been convulsing and foaming at the mouth, regained their vitality.

“Kkaaaak!”

I didn’t lose my mind. I just lost control of my body and my mind, which had been locked up like a prison, returned to me.

“I was wrong, I was wrong! I’ll do anything, so please just kill me!”

The members of the sect all had strange expressions on their faces. Mongsaekma was a notorious evil spirit and villain from the Demonic Cult, and he was praying with his head on the ground after using Yongwoon’s strange technique.

The extremely gaunt Mongsaekma, who seemed to have passed thirty years in one hour, kept banging his head on the ground as if he were trying to die.

However, Yongun grabbed Mongsaekma’s head and pinned him down.

“Eek!”

As soon as he saw Yongwoon’s face, Mongsaekma, who was about to start a fight, was hit hard in the cheek by Yongwoon. Mongsaekma, who had barely regained consciousness, looked at Yongwoon while trembling.

“Tell me now. I’ve already guessed.”

Hong Hwa-hyeol-kwon gritted his teeth and glared at Yong-un. Yong-un nodded to him and asked Mong-saek-ma.

“Where did you come from, you punk?”

The dream horse answered right away. He opened his mouth as if he was lying face down and begging for his life, but he did not have the dignity of an absolute master of the Demonic Cult.

Hong Hwa-hyeol-kwon shouted urgently.

“Shut up, you idiot!”

It was impossible.

“The Imperial Family! It’s the Imperial Family!”

The members of the political faction were shocked at the mention of the imperial family. Imperial family, crown prince, Hwangryongmun-

“That’s not him.”

Yongwoon said with a sinking look in his eyes. As expected…

“There are not two princes in the imperial family.”