The Heavenly Horse Who Hits the Ball - Chapter 127
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I, the mercenary’s fist was blocked.
Chuck Bal-ryeon grabbed my fist right in front of my forehead as if he was grabbing an apple.
“Is this all?”
My complexion darkened without me knowing it.
There was no more bloodlust to pull up.
It was because they scraped all the way to the bottom and took a final offensive.
Fuck.
death.
Just accept it.
Anyway, if I die here to the assassin, I will wake up in the body of a hired soldier again.
Just die and wake up.
But that couldn’t be done.
‘When I wake up as a recruit again, will the path I’ve walked so far still be the same?’
‘Mo Yong-byeong’ was a life that was different from other reincarnations in that it had a lot of my designs embedded in it.
Unlike my previous lives where I spent my days crying and eating mustard according to the environment Chuyeon had created, this was the first life where I experienced rebellion(?) and rejection(?) and made my own path.
When I wake up again, I’m sure Chuyeon has created an environment where I can never rebel or reject again.
It’s obvious that I can’t even dream of a relationship with Shinmugung, who has played the most important role in my rebellion in this life.
I can’t stand that.
How did I get here?
I found a clue to lift the curse of Chuyeon, but you’re just going to throw it away?
That won’t do!
Damn, I can’t help it.
I still had a lot of secrets left.
I shouldn’t have pulled it out, but… … there was no other way right now.
In the end, I chose the last method.
That’s it.
The corners of Chuckbalryeon’s mouth were twisted.
“Die now, you recruit!”
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The spinal cord was strong.
Even though his original aura had faded considerably, he still had enough strength left to kill the Mo Yong-byeong.
Besides, the morale of the recruits has already run out.
Cheokbalyeon thought that if he wanted to, he could kill Mo Yongbyeong right away.
however.
“hmm?”
He could feel the power in the fist of the soldier he was holding.
It was very weak at first.
But at some point, the thing that was tickling my palm suddenly grew into something huge and started vibrating violently.
And that’s not all.
It was warm at first.
It was soft and warm like the spring sunshine.
Then, it gradually heated up and eventually became hot as if I was holding a hot piece of charcoal.
“This, this is!”
Chuck Bal-ryeon eventually had to let go of the fist he had been holding.
Crackling.
Before I knew it, my palms were red and I could even smell the burning flesh.
An incredible amount of energy that Chukbalryun could not have imagined was emanating from the recruiter in front of him.
Cheonma, the original magic!
It’s a thousand margins.
In the deep abyss of the danjeon.
The Heavenly Demon Energy that had been coiled inside was fiercely released, quickly filling the empty space left by the bloody demon energy being vomited out.
Hurrrrr.
Hot magic energy surged from the body of the recruiter like a gust of wind, and rough internal energy was drawn out like a volcano erupting.
Just as the river water that had been blocked by the embankment suddenly pours out when the embankment collapses, the fist that had been stopped suddenly extended like lightning.
bang!
“Cough!”
The fist of the soldier dug into the sharp blade of the sword and reached all the way to his wrist.
puck!
The back of the spine has burst.
The Thousand-Majin-gi that had dug into his mind’s eye had penetrated his insides and come out through his back.
Ugh! Ugh!
The corners of Cheokbalryeon’s mouth were distorted as he looked at Moyongbyeong while spitting out black blood.
“Rain, was there a secret plan?”
The recruiter radiated fiery magic and pressed his forehead against Chukbalyeon’s face.
The blood from Cheokbalyeon’s newly burst lips splattered onto his face and chest, but Mo Yong-byeong paid no attention.
“How is it? Are you following?”
“It’s pretty good. Huh! Huh! Keuuuu…….”
The life in Cheokbalryeon’s eyes gradually disappeared.
After a while, he lowered his head while standing.
It’s dead.
The recruit finally pulled out the fist that had dug into his wrist.
Ssrr. Boom!
Chuck Bal-ryeon’s body fell backwards as he knelt down like a sand castle collapsing.
The recruit looked down at his fist with a blank look.
Chichichik-!
It’s hot.
The flesh and blood of the sword that had touched his fist was burning, releasing acrid smoke.
If by any chance he hadn’t raised his Cheonmajinki, it would have been he himself who fell to the ground, not Cheokbalryeon.
‘Damn… … . I ended up writing it.’
It’s my first time.
It was a Heavenly Demon Sword that had been reincarnated six times, but had never been used even once.
Even after being reincarnated as a recruiter, this energy was not released.
No, honestly, I didn’t have the slightest intention of opening up.
The Thousand-Magician is different from the regular magician in terms of quality and substance.
If I had to put it into words, it would be ‘true devil’.
Once the Thousand Mile Antler wakes up, it is difficult to put it back to sleep.
Even during the Cheonma era, he caused the Jinma and Cheonma Jinki exactly three times.
The first time was when he was a junior cult leader, he challenged the Seven Great Demon Lords and defeated them to prove that he was the next cult leader.
The Seven Great Magas and the Seven Bloodthirsty Ones.
Only by winning the seven-on-one life-or-death battle can one be recognized as a Heavenly Horse.
In order to deal with the Seven Great Demon Lords, the True Demon and the Heavenly Demon Sword must be revealed.
Only the magic power of the Cheonmajingi could withstand the combined attack of the Seven Great Demon Lords.
The second was the day when he succeeded the previous Heavenly Horse and ascended to the position of the Heavenly Horse of the current generation.
At the inauguration ceremony of the cult leader, he proudly showed himself to be the true demon cult leader in front of 20,000 followers.
And the third time was on that very day.
The day when the old school leader representing Baekdo, the four great families, the Sachon Tangmun, and the challenge of opening up took place.
He subdued them with his Thousand-Majority Machine.
As such, the Cheonmajingi was a last resort.
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The Heavenly Margin should not be released carelessly.
Because it eats away at your emotions and personality.
If you are obsessed with it, you become a mine.
The reason I studied so many martial arts during my time as a Cheonma was to find the internal energy that could control the Cheonma energy of the True Demon.
The magic power of the Jinma was beyond imagination, to the point that if he couldn’t find it, he would try to control it by creating it himself.
‘I can’t handle this.’
It’s still like that now.
His body gradually became warm.
The uncontrollable Jinma’s Heavenly Demon Energy was still hungry after eating the Cheokbalyeon, and was snarling as if it was trying to eat even the Moyong soldiers.
‘Damn it… … .’
I tried to soothe and comfort a crying child, contemplating Jinma’s energy and slowly inducing it to the dantian, but it wouldn’t listen.
The Cheonmajin-gi that arose like a wildfire circled around his body but refused to sit down on his danjeon.
As if it were a living creature, it was trying to escape the Qihae point on its own and return to the Dokmaeok point without being instructed to do so.
If we leave it like this, we’ll have to go through another one-week hiatus.
By freely entering and exiting the Imdokyang vein, the internal qing created by the Myunghyeonsin Gong and Noesin Jeongsin Gong of the Moyong Se family, and by taking various medicines, each attribute created will be transformed into magical energy.
The Myunghyeonsin Gong and Noesin Jeonggong have been transformed.
Each attribute is changed from positive to negative.
It is not the will of the Heavenly Horse… … .
It is the will of the devil, the true devil.
If the energy of the Thousand Demons is filled in that way, you will become a mine.
‘Damn, this is a total mess.’
It was closed for a year after the duel with the Seven Great Demon Lords.
After ascending to the position of leader, he closed the temple for 100 days.
‘Damn it! I don’t know how long I’ll have to close this time.’
Even when I achieved the body of a Heavenly Horse, I suffered greatly, but now I have the body of a Murong soldier?
I wondered if this shabby body could really control the Heavenly Demon Energy of the True Demon.
Pot! Pot! Pot!
The next moment, the recruiter sealed the blood himself.
The purpose is to block the main blood vessels of the Imdokyang vein to prevent the Cheonmajin energy from circulating freely any longer.
That was when.
Ugh!
Red blood was vomited out.
The body that had been holding on with the power of internal energy collapsed as the blood supply was blocked.
No wonder, the muscles all over his body were already torn and torn.
The bones are broken and cracked in places.
It was the result of a close combat where they clung to each other.
“Huh!”
With his head spinning, Mo Yong-byeong lost consciousness.
* * *
“Okay.”
The first thing I felt when I came to my senses was a headache.
I felt like my head was going to burst.
I barely opened my eyes, but the ceiling was spinning so I had to close them again.
Darkness came in like a curtain.
The soldier groped through the darkness and observed his dantian.
‘Thank goodness, he’s lying there quietly.’
The True Demon’s Heavenly Demon Energy was coiled and firmly established in the center of the dantian.
Cheonmajin-gi raised his head stiffly like a snake and flicked his tongue, showing off his strong momentum as if protesting.
If only I could press down on his head and push him into the abyss right now.
‘Your head is big.’
As of now, it was impossible.
To reseal the Heavenly Demon, you must have the corresponding power.
The secrets of the Mo Yong Se family’s Myung Hyeon Shin Gong and Noe Jeong Shin Gong were buried in the corner of the Dan Jeon.
The infinite powers of each attribute are coming together and each is reviving itself.
But I was grateful that I wasn’t eaten by the Thousand-Major Demon.
The soldier opened his eyes again.
In the darkness, objects slowly came into view.
High ceilings.
A lamp hanging on the wall.
Agarwood incense, which can be found in Buddhist temples and shrines.
This is the room of Shinmo, the new mother of Shinmu Village.
Perhaps the priestesses had moved here after he fainted.
The son-in-law was quiet.
‘It’s night.’
“Ugh!”
Mo Yong-byeong let out a groan and raised his upper body.
“Ugh!”
It was so painful that I felt like my ribs were going to tear apart.
A white cloth was wrapped tightly around his shoulders and chest, and his side, which had been torn by the whip, felt hot as if it was being burned by fire.
“Oh my, I can’t believe I got beat up by a guy like that.”
I was getting really annoyed.
It’s something that would make others stick out their tongues if they heard it.
Cheokbalyeon was one of the three strongest people in the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe.
He was a general favored by Nurhachi, and his military power was comparable to that of the leaders of the nine great schools of the Central Plains.
I fought that guy and won.
In the body of a recruit.
But even though I knew it, I was still a fool.
“If we go to Sega, we’ll have to close it down right away.”
I had to seal the Heavenly Demon again.
As long as Cheonmajinga was coiled in his dantian, magical energy would secretly flow out from him.
And a master who has reached the peak of his power will immediately recognize that magic.
“If rumors spread that the Murong family is a mine, things will be a mess.”
That was something that Mo Yong-byeong didn’t want to do.
Since things have come to this, I had to develop the internal energy of the Mo Yong family, Myeonghyeon Shingong and Noejeongsin Gong.
It meant that each attribute had to be quantified and brought out.
There was a way to grow.
You just have to go to the office.
Jonbu is a shrine where the ancestral tablets of the past heads of the Murong family are enshrined.
Mo Yong-byeong knew that there was a vision within it that only the head of the Mo Yong-se family could master.
Chiyou Heavenly King.
The god of war and the king of Goguryeo.
The ‘heavenly heart’ that his breath touched was sleeping in the temple.
Knock knock.
The recruit turned his neck.
“Chuyeon would love that. Damn it.”
Even though I hated going into the realm of the living so much, I ended up going around and around and back to square one.
But things wouldn’t go his way in the future either.
‘From now on, I will design.’
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