Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 143



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143. The Battle of Jeongma (5)

The Goblin Demon’s Meng Jian Dan. He used the art of deceiving others with his cutting-edge magic to make people feel good just by looking at his face, but now his face, distorted by his magic, has become terrifying.

The illusion has been distorted, and the monster that is now disgusting to look at has become a madman whose personality is as twisted as his face.

After Ma-ui and his disciple Yong-un – he had lost everything to two men, no, one man, who had taken everything from him. Today, he was sawing in the darkest place in the Demonic Cult, where countless corpses were rotting and lying around.

“Bill, fucking hell.”

He muttered. The madness and obsession in his bloodshot eyes were extremely intense. Even if it was a false name, the figure of the man in white who had stood up for the people was now nowhere to be found.

“Heaven, you son of a bitch. Why, why, why, did you spread that! Before I could do anything!”

Push! Blood spurted out and soaked the dog group as the force applied to the saw intensified. The dog group didn’t pay any attention, but the man who was being cut by the saw – no, the test subject – convulsed and fell down.

Blood flowed from the man’s face. Blood burst from the man’s veins and flowed through his eyes, down the bridge of his nose, and into his mouth.

licking-

Reflexively, the tongue of the blind dog licked it as if it were tasting something sweet. The blind dog shouted with its eyes wide open.

“Zenjaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

It was a scream. With a scream that was a mixture of life and resentment, the blind dog dug its claws into my cheek.

He scratched and scratched his scarred cheek, as if he had done so several times already.

“Why me!!! Why me!!!!!!!!!!”

His madness, which occurred several times a day, was now a common occurrence even in the Demonic Cult. The madness of the man who was the highest member of the sect and the closest thing to the best doctor in the world was once a spectacle for the Demonic Cult masters, but now it had become boring and no one came to see it.

“This is a terrible sight.”

Except for those who were given orders.

The distorted face of the goblin with its head suddenly turned was so horrifying that even the masters of Cheonyeong’s Mirror frowned.

“Golden sword…”

When the man spoke in a cracked voice, Geumgeom nodded.

“My master told me to come and see the details of the Goblin Horse, so I came. So, is the cloning process going smoothly?”

“Who is your master?”

“That’s not a given. You are my lord.”

“Hehehe, didn’t your master offer his hunched back to the abandoned prince? Isn’t your master a monarch now?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. It was Elder Cho-hyu who saved my life and raised me. I will only follow his orders until I die.”

“You’re like a stupid puppet…”

The muttering monster suddenly turned around.

“Follow me.”

The golden sword followed the masked demon deeper into the underground. There were strange patterns of witchcraft everywhere, along with blood and corpses, so it was like a cave.

The goblin continued to mutter as he walked away.

“I wish I had more of Cheonma’s blood… It’s not enough. It’s so, so not enough. Even if we create a Cheonma through blood magic in the future… there will only be one.”

“How much will it cost?”

“Six percent.”

“Inferior to the previous two? Why is it getting worse?”

Thump- The masked man’s steps stopped, and he turned his back to Geumgeom with an angry expression. His face was like that of a demon.

“You call that a thing now! The Blood Heavenly Horse is my treasure among treasures that I have worked hard to create for ten years! And the second one didn’t have that divine power and a proper royal family!”

Suddenly, the monster got angry and glared at the golden sword again. The golden sword was still calm.

“Give me the Seolhon Shinnyeo’s results, the royal treasury, and five years, and I’ll make you a weapon that can even chew up the real Heavenly Demon of the Demon Lord! Or just shut up!”

Despite the Goblin’s murderous rebuke, Geumgeom just smiled.

“Why are you so angry? If you think about it, haven’t you been following your master longer than me?”

“Follow me! That first twisted thing was clearly a ‘deal’! And that too when he was a ‘prince’ and not a half-prince like he is now! If only that damn idiot hadn’t gotten pushed around by his own brother!”

“I don’t care, but I hope you don’t say such things in front of his subordinates. And if you think about it, it wasn’t necessarily just him that caused the failure of that time, right?”

The golden sword shrugged.

“I heard it, but if Ma-ui hadn’t slaughtered Nam-gung and Nak-eul at that time… the alliance between the two would have been resolved smoothly. Oh my.”

The masked demon’s grotesque claws were full of magic and sprayed at the golden sword. However, the smiling golden sword was a master of the Heavenly Sword. He easily dodged the masked demon’s crude claws and continued to laugh.

“You…”

“Don’t be angry. After all, we’re in the same boat, and I feel sorry for you.”

“sympathy?”

“Do you know why your lord and lord sent me to you?”

The golden sword spoke bluntly to the goblin who was gasping for breath after one exit.

“The ‘next’ Heavenly Horses we know of at the time were originally two. The Blood Heavenly Horse you created and the White Girl who the imperial family secretly raised. When the Heavenly Horse and its Heavenly Horse Divine Art disappeared, all that remained were the Heavenly Horse’s blood and the legacy of the Blood Sect. You through blood magic, and the imperial family through the Blood God Tomb.”

Blood Man Jutsu, a magic technique used by the Mengjian sect after coming into contact with the vampire spirit – a magic technique to create the Blood Man, the leader and new person of the Blood Sect. Originally, the existence of the Blood God Tomb was not included in the magic technique, but the Mengjian sect changed it.

Blood Manjushri is a magic that creates an immortal being. Those who were chasing that being were not only the sects of martial arts who cried out for justice and had greedy eyes, but also the royal family.

The legacy of the Blood Cult that shook the world of martial arts hundreds of years ago – the imperial family continued to pursue it, and was most successful at it. The reason why the remnants of the Blood Cult, those who were not vampire spirits, and the remnants of the secret cult exist in the world of martial arts like dust was, paradoxically, because the imperial family had seized their power.

The royal family did not obtain the Blood Man Art. However, what they found was the existence of the Blood Tomb, the Blood God Tomb.

The name of Hyulgodokneung contained the power of sorcery. It was a place that resembled a huge old tomb, where numerous young children were imprisoned, and only one was allowed to survive.

If the surface and interior of the tomb were filled with patterns of witchcraft, sorcery, and spells, then the drop of blood of the desired person would be placed at the center of it.

Dozens of people kill each other. Their life, resentment, and murderous desires feed and grow the blood in the center of the tomb. In the end, if only one person survives in that huge hell, the tomb is complete.

A single drop of blood that was placed in a strange vessel has now become a sea of ​​blood that almost overflows the vessel, and the one person who survives becomes a wonderful vessel that will receive everything from the owner of that blood.

If you drink that blood, you will have the constitution, strength, martial arts, and experience of the blood’s owner.

Cheonma. It wasn’t just Kangho who was shocked by the absurd existence that suddenly fell into the world. And the royal family was shocked and… greedy.

The desire to make Cheonma mine. Cheonhwangdae was a movement at the time.

As with the vampire spirits, the Blood Sect’s sorcery required a great deal of medical skill, and what the imperial family wanted was the Heavenly Demon who had brought terror to the world, as well as martial arts itself.

That’s why Baek-ui, Nam-gung, and Nak-yi tried to join hands with the royal family, or rather, the crown prince at that time.

“The Blood Heavenly Horse is a being that has received both the Blood Man’s Magic and the Blood Tomb. The Blood Heavenly Horse created by the blood magic you created is truly amazing! It is closer to a true Heavenly Horse than that Seolhonbaeknyeo.”

“So what?”

“Just now, didn’t another Heavenly Horse appear in that era?”

For a moment, Goemyeonma did not understand what Geumgeom was saying. Geumgeom clicked his tongue and said,

“Yeomcheonseong, Mahyeop, Yongun. That’s another reason why I came here.”

The goblin opened its eyes wide.

“How can that guy be a demon? That’s stupid talk!”

“You’re not the idiot. He may not have the blood of the Heavenly Demon or the divine magic of the Blood Cult, but he has the martial arts of the Heavenly Demon. And now, the one who shows more activity than the other two ‘fake’ ones is the man who has those martial arts. And.”

The golden sword observed the goblin’s expression and spoke.

“He came here, to Cheonghae. He said he defeated Naksanjin, but that’s probably just a bluff.”

The more the Golden Sword spoke, the more the Goblin Demon’s face became distorted and hideous. The Golden Sword paid no attention and continued to speak.

“Your Majesty and my lord are thinking about this. Of course, the new Heavenly Horse of the Goemyeonma will be more valuable than that one, and will it be more useful than the woman of a celestial being?”

“…”

“Naturally, wouldn’t it make you reconsider your worth? You who gave up control of the Blood Demon and Blood Demon.”

The masked demon stared blankly at the golden sword for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head.

“Why are you provoking me?”

“I just conveyed the facts. If the facts stimulate you, wouldn’t that help you to go further?”

The Golden Sword smiled cleanly. The smile of the swordsman who had come to the stronghold of the Demonic Cult was mixed with mockery and ridicule.

Of course, ridicule wasn’t the only reason. There was something Geumgwino always said.

The most important thing in a victorious war is not the form of the battle, the damage, or the process, but the rewards and punishments that follow. They lower the merits of their allies who have become enemies and raise their own merits. That is the essence of war and another war.

It secretly suppresses the energy and solidifies the upper and lower positions.

Taking care of my own rice bowl. Geumgwino was always sensitive about that.

Then, the Goblin’s shoulders shook.

Hehehehehehe-

The smile on Geumgeom’s face slightly faltered at the gloomy laughter that echoed through the cramped basement.

“An old man who has lost his mind while chasing money, two scumbags from Sapa and one scumbag from Jeongpa. Geumgeom, do you know what I’ve been thinking about these days?”

“What is it?”

“We are a group of losers.”

A gathering of losers. Geumgeom’s expression became a little stiff.

“Needless to say, those who were defeated in their respective spheres gathered together and pledged allegiance to another loser.”

The golden sword laughed at the masked horse’s words.

“I wish you wouldn’t put us on the same boat. We’re all risking our lives, and no one has lost everything like you.”

“Kuuuuuuu… That, that’s what I wanted to say.”

The goblin’s head slowly rose. When its slowly rising gaze reached Geumgeom, Geumgeom flinched in surprise and stepped back without realizing it.

“You guys are risking your life? If you’re risking your life, it’s like you want to live a life afterward…”

The masked demon was obviously weaker than the golden sword. However, right now, the golden sword was clearly being intimidated by the masked demon.

“You guys who have already failed and are holding on to shallow, vain hopes are no better than me. I, I…! I am already dead.”

The golden sword opened its mouth, then closed it. Seeing this, the monster turned around and began to blend into the darkness below.

“Keep your promise. My cooperation is only for Yongwoon’s death. The blood demons, and the blood people… it’s all for that.”

“…I understand. I have already prepared a plan for him. The Red Blood Pavilion has just moved for the vessel, so you must also keep your promise.”

The goblin did not respond to the golden sword’s accommodating answer. It simply laughed.

Khehehehehehe – The hideous laughter of the Goblin Demon lingered in Geumgeom’s ears for a long time.