Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 1743



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Episode 1743. Not visible. (3)

An elaborate and vivid wooden statue of a deity stands in the center of a dark tent. It resembles more a demon than a god, more a suffering beast than a devil.

As the surrounding grass swayed, long shadows cast from the statue rippled along the tent walls. The sight was eerie, like a beast struggling to escape from the darkness.

The strange space was filled with a recitation that sounded like singing. The atmosphere was strangely gloomy thanks to the many voices sticking together.

Among them, a man slowly approached the statue.

He held out a strangely shaped offering in his hand as he continued to recite a strange phrase. The large, circular offering with numerous animals intertwined around it looked like it was shaped like the word ‘sacrifice.’

The altar slowly tilted over the statue. Soon, seventeen streams of blood began to flow down, dyeing the statue red.

The soliloquy that was close to a mumbling began to transform into a true song.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

It was infinitely pious and yet endlessly gloomy. A unique and bizarre ritual unfolded that could not be found anywhere else.

The one standing in the center, presiding over all of this, the Blood Lord, moved his hands with the utmost care. At first glance, it may seem like a simple act of pouring blood on the statue, but there is a strict procedure to all of this. The strong will to not allow even the slightest error lingered in his fingertips.

Flutter.

And at that moment, the tent fluttered once in the wind that blew. At the same time, the eyes of the Blood Lord holding the flag became dim.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The squeezing sound reached its peak, and at the same time, the blood flowing from the altar subsided.

The blood cult leader, who had shed every last drop of blood, carefully withdrew his hand. After completing the ritual with a pious gesture, he knelt before the statue and exposed both palms.

Finally, the Blood Master, who had completed all the procedures, carefully stepped back.

Although it is elaborate, it is ultimately just a wooden statue. It does not have an old feel and does not have any special features.

However, the Blood Lord devoted his heart and soul to the end as if the statue really contained the god he worshipped.

Finally, the Blood Lord, who had retreated, turned his head. His once pious eyes suddenly began to flash red.

Damn it.

He stepped forward. His steps led him to a corner of the tent where the monks were reverently performing a ritual.

The cult leader’s face darkened as he realized that the leader was approaching him.

“Teacher, teacher… …?”

“Do you know what a blood sacrifice is?”

An eerie red light flowed from the Blood Cult Leader’s eyes.

Sweat began to flow down like rain from the monk’s entire body. Blood offering is one of the most important rituals of the sect. There is no way a monk would not know its meaning.

So now the meaning of this question was also clear.

“It is a place where those who have been miserably driven out and are unqualified can prove their faith.”

“Hey, forgive me! Forgive me… … .”

Crunch!

The long fingers of the Blood Lord grabbed the follower’s neck. The fingertips pierced through his neck.

“Ugh… … . Kreuk… … .”

“But that sacred place is filled by a wicked man who breaks his faith with the sound of a mere wind.”

Although there was no particular emotion in his voice, any follower of the Blood Cult could not help but know how much anger was boiling inside him.

Thud thud!

The blood that flowed out fell down the tip of his feet and onto the floor. The cultist instinctively tried to tear off the hand of the Blood Lord who was holding his neck, but the Blood Lord was indifferent, as if he was looking at a bug under his feet.

Uduk.

Finally, the blood cult leader’s fingers crushed the cultist’s cervical vertebrae. The cultist hung his head down, his tongue hanging out.

dump.

An eerie light leaked out from the eyes of the Blood Lord who had thrown away the dead teeth.

“Clean it up.”

“yes!”

“Don’t leave even a single drop of dirty blood here.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

The Blood Lord turned his head to glare at the prostrated ones. He saw the statues half-soaked in blood.

After staring at the statue for a while, he turned around and left the tent. And before he could even take a few steps, someone quickly followed him.

“Cult leader.”

The blood cult leader glanced to the side.

There were only three elders in the church, and among them was the third elder. His face looked dark and heavy.

“After a long wait, it is acceptable to perform a blood sacrifice, but you should know that this can be problematic.”

The blood cult leader’s eyes sank.

“Are you talking about a sacrifice?”

“I know.”

Jang Il-so, the defeated general, forbade touching the common people. He reasoned that since he had to fight in the enemy’s territory, there was no need to go out of his way to turn the people’s hearts against him.

It was a very trivial reason, but it was clear that such an order had been given in the name of the defeated army.

The problem was that the blood used in the blood sacrifice could only be obtained from the hearts of young boys and girls.

“But I couldn’t help but perform the ritual.”

“This time… … .”

The blood sect leader suddenly turned his head and glared at the three elders.

“Then are you saying that we shouldn’t even offer sacrifices to a god who has been robbed of his rightful place?”

“God must have understood. He is merciful.”

“People will take advantage of that mercy.”

“Cult leader.”

“There is no need to say more. What has already been done cannot be undone.”

The three elders sighed heavily. The leader’s words were not wrong. If they could have prevented it before it happened, what could they do about it now that it had already happened?

The three elders spoke with great effort to shake off their heavy hearts.

“You should pay attention to the movements of the Sa-pae-ryeon.”

The Blood Cult Leader’s eyes twitched.

“You must not forget. This is our only chance to step on the white soil of the Central Plains again. If the Sapalian does not win this time, we will have to remain silent for a long time again.”

“Because Saphaeryeon didn’t win?”

“… … Leader?”

“It wasn’t because of the Sapaeryeon, but because we simply lacked strength. No, rather than strength, was it because we lacked courage?”

“Reverend! What are you talking about?”

“I will go first.”

The Blood Cult Leader suddenly broke eye contact and stepped forward. However, the anger boiling in his chest eventually made him say one more word.

“And remember, whether we win or lose, the outcome won’t change.”

“What do you mean, Reverend?”

The Blood Lord stepped forward again without answering.

‘Old people… … .’

Strength comes into your hands.

Those who were armed with faith, lacking the courage to face disaster, turned their backs on Baekto and fled. As a result, their god lost his proper place and was not treated as he deserved.

Even if you call it a blood sacrifice, it’s nothing more than giving salt water to a withered patient so that he doesn’t die. But is it really necessary to be afraid of that?

It was a blood sect that once ruled the world. But now, it felt like there was nothing left that could be called a remnant of it.

My heart sank heavily.

I was filled with anger, but on the other hand, I understood why the three elders had to say such things.

‘Where did it all go wrong?’

When I first joined hands with Sapaeryeon, the plan for the church was different from what it is now.

The Sa-pa-ryeon will completely swallow up the Gangnam area and confront the Cheonwoo Alliance with the Yangtze River as the center. In that case, the Kyo will gain the Kyo territory in return for helping the Sa-pa-ryeon.

If that plan had gone well… …Kyo would have achieved his long-held wish of entering the Central Plains by now. Because he could coexist with those who lived differently from him.

‘Jang Il-so… … .’

Things started to go wrong when Jang Il-so, the defeated general, crossed the Yangtze River and advanced north of the river.

Those who get something in their hands try to hold on to it tenaciously. That’s normal. But Jang Il-so was different. Like a hungry demon, he threw away what he had and coveted the enemy’s land.

As a result, ‘coexistence’ is now impossible. If they lose this war, the evil ways of the Central Plains will dry up, and the religion will have to endure a long period of suffering again. That is, unless they can deal with the entire Jeongdo on their own.

Even though he didn’t want it, before he knew it… … Kyo ended up sharing the same fate as Sapaeryeon.

‘Did you know this would happen from the beginning? Or… ? ‘

The face of Jang Il-so, who was smiling wickedly, flashed through the blood cult leader’s mind.

Yes, you understand. All of this couldn’t have been a coincidence. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the entire church was in Jang Il-so’s hands. It was only natural that the elders were so wary of Jang Il-so.

‘but…….’

– Choose.

The blood cult leader smiled softly.

Even Jang Il-so couldn’t have predicted it. This was literally a natural disaster. It is not within the realm of humans to predict a lightning strike from the clear sky. The same goes for the Blood Cult Leader. He can only cry and groan.

It’s a choice… … .

Either perish right now, or become a dog and survive for a little while.

Can choosing one of those two really be called a ‘choice’? The result will be the same anyway.

The Blood Cult’s eyes sparkled again.

‘If there is no path, you have no choice but to make one.’

And until that opportunity comes, he has no choice but to pretend to be a dog. That is the most devotion he can offer to the deity who has been usurped.

The Blood Cult’s eyes sparkled with madness.

Of course, this situation is not pleasant. Anger that has built up to the point of being unbearable will find a place to express itself. The fact that he took the life of a disciple because he lost his faith may have been the result of him simply looking for a place to vent his anger that had reached his head.

“Reverend.”

At that moment, a disciple covered in a crimson robe quickly approached him.

“Have the defeated forces moved?”

The eyes of the blood cult leader who thought of Jang Il-so sank in an instant.

There is no need to fear, especially now that it is clear that he cannot change the fate of the church.

But even knowing that fact, I am still afraid. It is Jang Il-so’s madness that has driven the Blood Cult into its current predicament. It is a madness that knows no end, one that cannot be found even in those who have mastered magic.

The church is already groaning under the influence of madness.

“no.”

“then?”

“It’s about Cheonwoomaeng… … .”

The sect leader quickly explained what he had heard. The eyes of the sect leader who heard all of this turned a little redder.

“Is that him… … .”

“yes.”

“What a coincidence.”

The Blood Master looked down at my hand.

The blood of seventeen boys and girls used in the ritual, as well as the blood of the teachers, is mixed in there.

“I guess you’re still hungry.”

“……yes?”

“The best sacrifice is the blood of an enemy of the religion. The heart of one who has insulted the religion can temporarily appease the hunger of the lost.”

The blood-soaked fingers of the Blood Cult leader wiggled slightly.

“Are you willing to step forward yourself?”

“It’ll be just right for entertainment.”

“But the defeated army… … .”

Although the ending was vague, it was probably a concern that if the Blood Cult Leader moves, it would be considered disobeying the orders of the defeated army to remain in place.

The blood cult leader frowned.

“There is only one person who can give me orders.”

“That was off-topic.”

The face of the Blood Cult leader, covered in bandages, was slightly distorted.

The religion does not forgive its enemies. It will follow them to the ends of the earth and definitely rip out their hearts.

There is only one reason why this is possible. If there are tens of millions of people in the world, the scent of those tens of millions of blood is different. If they set their minds to it, there is no way they can’t find that one little pine tree.

And this… … also ties into another thing he has to guard.

The Blood Cult Leader turned his head without blinking an eye. He could see the largest and most ornate tent standing alone in the distance.

A luxurious tent that only the members of the Sapaeyeon clan can use. The corners of the blood sect leader’s mouth twitched slightly as he stared at it.

“Gather the disciples.”

The eyes of the Blood Cult members grew wide. It is not an ordinary thing for the leader to step forward, but if the followers move together, things will get even bigger.

“Didn’t you hear that?”

“Oh, no. I will summon you right now.”

The sect quickly disappeared. The blood sect leader narrowed his eyes.

– Do what you wish, according to your will.

A laughter like a cough escaped me in an unpleasant way.

I hope so… … .

Do you even know what he wants?

But the funny thing was that the Blood Leader knew exactly what those empty words meant.

“I would rather be grateful.”

If you push me from behind, I have no choice but to dance with the sword.

Soon everyone will know.

Both those who have enjoyed false peace and those who have been running wild with empty prestige will feel it.

The anger of those who had their places taken away. The existence of those who had dyed the world red. And… … The deep resentment of those who had kept that meaning.

Did you say Baekcheon?

“It starts with… … the blood of that enemy.”

The eyes of the Blood Cult leader revealed through the bandages were bloodshot red. It was the ominous and gloomy madness of one who had nothing to lose.

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