The Heavenly Horse Who Hits the Ball - Chapter 112
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Umiryeon stamped her feet.
From not far away, screams and the sharp sound of various weapons clashing could be heard.
Finally, it happened.
It was clear that my father had led the people into Punghyangsa Temple.
Thanks to that, it was quiet here, but the impatience of not being able to go to the battlefield increased.
Umiryeon glanced back.
Mo Yong-byeong was still in a state of ecstasy.
I couldn’t leave him behind.
Now all I can do is wait for him to finish his training and get up.
It was the moment when I turned my head back to its original place.
“omg!”
Umiryeon let out a sigh.
Kkwaduk.
The ground shook and then a shape suddenly appeared.
Mud man.
The strange man who had dealt with the later in the cave appeared right before our eyes.
“Hey, what are you?”
Umirye blocked the path of the recruits by raising her internal energy.
Mud Man, Heonwon-gyeong, ignored Umirye and just silently watched Mo Yong-byeong, who was in the middle of training.
I missed the performance.
I lost sight of the person I wanted to kill and destroy so badly, even in my dreams.
I wanted to immediately follow the trail, but Heonwon-gyeong turned back.
It was because of the recruits right in front of us.
“Oh, so this is it.”
Heonwon-gyeong recalled what had happened a little while ago.
The first thing Heonwon-gyeong saw when he arrived at the cave was a man throwing a tantrum at the puppet of Chuyeon.
At that sight, Heonwon-gyeong couldn’t help but feel suspicious.
An aura of excitement emanated from both of them.
One is a puppet.
It was just a vessel to hold thoughts.
But even in the man struggling to cut the bowl, there was a hint of resentment.
That spirit was different from the servant horse that Chuyeon manipulated like a puppet.
It’s a seed.
It was clear that he was not a one-time consumable, but someone who planted the roots of ideas and grew them like seeds.
But I couldn’t understand it.
If you were a seed, it would be normal for you to absolutely obey your master, Chuyeon.
You can’t show such a murderous and jealous will to burn and destroy everything you have.
Besides, he was reckless.
Chuyeon’s fraud was a supernatural energy that could not be defeated by physical force.
How are you going to do that?
He tried to leave, clicking his tongue.
I don’t care whether it’s a seed or a vessel.
Because the only person who can cut off Chuyeon’s evil thoughts is yourself.
Because I have to ride that evil spirit and go all the way to Chuyeon’s true nature.
But I couldn’t take my feet off.
Something amazing happened.
A strange phenomenon in which thoughts and the energy of death disperse.
The scattered energy from the continuous attacks of cutting, cutting, and cutting again has lost its chance to gather again.
The speed of cutting and slicing was faster than the speed at which the torn and torn flesh could regenerate, so the vessel of thought was eventually broken, and an incomprehensible event was unfolding before my eyes.
And finally, Chuyeon gave up the bowl.
The breath of death is taken away.
The flesh of the vessel was so torn apart that it could hardly be considered human.
It was the first time.
I have been following Chuyeon for over a thousand years, but I have never seen that vessel, Chuyeon’s morale, so dishonest.
How can this happen?
Surely the author is the one who harbors the seeds of the story?
Not only did he attack the lord, he even annihilated the lord’s spirit!
He was so badly wounded that it wouldn’t have been strange if he had died right away, but he had clearly won.
Heonwon-gyeong’s hair turned white.
I couldn’t do anything because the impossible happened.
Then another puppet of Chuyeon appeared.
Plum blossom sword, later.
A person who moves like a puppet according to the commands given to him.
At first glance, it looked strong.
If left alone, the author will die.
So I went out, I killed him, I tracked him down, but I lost him.
Heonwon-gyeong turned around.
To find out who holds the seed of the dream.
And now!
I found out why that happened.
It was seen.
Three energies were seen from the seed.
One of them was the magic power of the Demon Lord.
I felt like the author had lived as a Cheonma.
Also, the spirit of Mokryong, which only those who perform the ritual of Mokdeok can see, flashed through Heonwon-gyeong’s mind like a revolving lantern.
And the last one is Chuyeon’s fraud.
Chuyeon planted her own seed on Iza and put a curse on her.
Infinite reincarnation.
A repetition of reincarnation where you cannot die even if you want to.
All those moments were shattered into pieces and entered Heonwonkyung’s mind.
I felt like I knew what was going on without even having to ask.
There was a sense of pity in Heonwon-gyeong’s colorless eyes as he looked at the soldiers in the midst of the storm.
Even though I haven’t even awakened to the spirit of Mokdeok,
You’re rushing in ignorantly without even knowing your own capabilities.
But I was anxious about things going this way.
Given his past, it was obvious that he would continue to be a wild card.
In that case, if we knew about his existence, it would have been beneficial to help him grow quickly.
“My lady, who is this person?”
“Black!”
Umiryo flinched.
The mud man spoke.
The lips opened and a sound was heard as the facial muscles, which seemed to have been sculpted from clay, moved.
In the slightly open mouth, the tongue and teeth were visible.
Of course it’s mud.
The grotesque scene made her feel fear, but she swallowed and answered.
“He is the head of the Murong family, Murong Byeong.”
“Recruiting soldiers……”
Heonwon-gyeong recalled that name over and over again.
I saw life through time and years, but it was only a video.
Heonwon-gyeong, who had finally learned the name, looked down at Mo Yong-byeong and said.
“When you wake up, tell him not to run wild like a bald eagle.”
“yes.”
I answered, but my impression was distorted.
I admit that the mudman is stupidly strong.
Does that mean that the recruits are naked?
“If you really can’t stand it, tell them to go find Geumsubong (锦绣峰) in Mt. Giryeon.”
Qilian Mountain.
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It is a vast mountain range that straddles the border between Qinghai and Gansu provinces.
It is the eastern branch of the Kunlun Mountains and consists of several parallel mountain ranges.
It is a rugged mountain with dozens of connected peaks covered with perennial snow and glaciers.
“If I tell them that if they go there, they will gain the power to break the chains of the curse, they will understand.”
curse?
chain?
“If you say it yourself…….”
“yet…….”
Heonwon-gyeong looked down at Mo Yong-byeong.
“I don’t think it’s time for us to meet.”
“yes?”
“If you want to know more, just ask the Great Priestess.”
“Are you the great priestess of the Shinmugung?”
“If it’s that child, he’ll tell you about me too. Please, my lady.”
puck!
The mud man suddenly burst and disappeared into invisible, fine dust.
“omg!”
I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to look at the grotesque sight more bizarre than when I was rising from the ground.
When I came to my senses, even the dust had already disappeared.
Umiryeong looked down at the soldiers who were in the process of training, feeling lost.
“Mo Yonggaju… who are you?”
* * *
“are you okay?”
Woo Dae-kwang opened his mouth, holding a knife dripping with blood.
He is covered in blood, so much so that he cannot tell if it is his own or someone else’s blood.
My breathing is rough.
However, the look in his eyes as he looked at the recruits that appeared before his eyes was one of relief.
I waved my hand as if it was nothing.
“As you can see.”
Then I quickly looked around.
All the cult members who were acting as fake monks in the school are lying dead.
The ones who cleaned them up were, of course, Woo Dae-gwang and Cheon Yang-mun’s disciples.
“The master has arrived.”
I can hear the sound of a fierce fight.
The smell of blood carried by the wind made my nose tingle.
“How is the situation?”
“It doesn’t push that hard.”
“You can’t win in one breath.”
“It has to be a lot of pages.”
“Well, there’s no such thing as a business with a lot of money. But I think it’s come in pretty well.”
The sound of a fight wasn’t far away.
The school was located in the backyard.
Judging from the sound, it seemed that they had passed through the main gate and conquered the main temple where the Daeungjeon was located.
“I’m less worried now that the monsters I was worried about are gone.”
“What about the White Snake Army?”
White Snake Army.
A group of deserters led by General Lee Jang-myeong.
Because they are soldiers, they have a strong temperament and have set up camp outside of Punghyangsa Temple.
They are the problem.
“I haven’t participated in the war yet.”
“Is it because there were no orders from General Yi? When General Yi Bo is out of office, another commander will take command of the army, but he didn’t show up?”
From Cheon Yang Moon’s perspective, this is a very, very welcome development.
But somehow I felt uneasy.
The first person to lead the Punghyangsa event was Lee Jang-myeong.
Lee Jang-myeong is the one who carried the Jianzhou Yeojin on his back and ran wild without even knowing that he was being used by the Demonic Cult.
The White Snake Army he commands remains silent even after hearing the sound of this fight?
Is this possible?
I guess I’ll have to go to the military camp.
“Will things be sorted out here without me?”
“So-so…… but you know.”
“What is it?”
“He is here.”
“Granny?”
“Okmyeongwigeom Na Young-hwan…….”
“Why is he here?”
“After seeing us going out, he followed us with some acquaintances.”
“Oh, really~ You look like a parasite and you’re being sarcastic. You’re trying to put your spoon in rice that’s already been cooked.”
“Even my father seemed helpless.”
“He is the son of the Heavenly Emperor, so I can’t treat him carelessly.”
A difficult situation where you can neither push away nor move together.
“Where are you?”
“that is…….”
“No. Just keep fighting.”
There is no time or leisure to search for Na Young-hwan among the countless people who are tangled together in a chaotic manner.
There’s no guarantee that we’ll find him right away.
I thought it would be better to kill at least one more guy at that time.
“Then just leave it alone?”
Woo Dae-kwang openly expressed his dissatisfaction.
“No, I’ll handle it.”
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Kang!
Swords clashed and sparks flew.
Na Young-hwan almost dropped his sword.
He quickly retrieved his sword and stepped back, glaring at the person who had suddenly appeared.
“Who are you?”
“I am Jangmyeong Lee.”
“Lee Jang-myeong! You are Lee Jang-myeong, the commander of the Baek Sa-gun?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
I shrugged.
I didn’t have time to use it in detail as a guide.
I just changed my skin tone to make it look older, added some wrinkles, and gave some strength to my voice.
Meanwhile, Na Young-hwan was secretly delighted.
It’s a moonfish.
Lee Jang-myeong’s head is more valuable than that of another man.
“You have found your own grave!”
Sling.
Na Young-hwan took the jousting stance while drawing the sword diagonally.
I turned my wrist.
Round and round.
The iron sword that I picked up after losing its owner and falling to the ground spun like a top.
“Na Young-hwan… If you had just thought, ‘I was a step too late,’ and gone back, you wouldn’t have died. Since things have turned out this way, I have no choice but to die for you.”
I decided to kill Na Young-hwan.
His death will only increase Na Kyung-chun and Cheon Je-moon’s anger towards the Demonic Cult.
Rather than the obvious claim that the Demonic Cult is an absolute evil and must be eliminated.
Son’s revenge!
Because this is more certain.
Don’t blame me.
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