The Heavenly Horse Who Hits the Ball - Chapter 97
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The improvisation paid off.
The spear shaft, which had been naturally straight, narrowed toward Lee Jang-myeong as if it was shrinking.
This ultimately had the effect of increasing the distance between the sword blades running along the spear shaft.
The back of the sword, the back of the sword, and the base of the spear collided in an instant.
Window! Flash!
The sharp sound of iron striking iron.
Two people who are so close that they can hear each other’s breathing.
At that moment when Geombae and Changgeun were attracted to each other like magnets, Mo Yongbyeong opened his left palm wide and hit Jangmyeong Lee’s chest.
In response, Jangmyeong Lee blocked the opponent’s palm with his left palm.
Boom!
The sound of drums being struck echoed from the palms of the two people.
Boom!
Jangmyeong Lee’s wrist was broken.
The elbows are bent due to the pressure.
I took a deep breath as my upper body swayed in a sense of loss.
The soldier who pushed Jangmyeong away with force struck Jangmyeong in the chest.
“Kahak!”
Jangmyeong Lee felt a pang in his heart.
As the strength in my grip weakened, I dropped the knife I was holding.
Slap.
A body that slumps down on its knees.
Jangmyeong Lee couldn’t believe this absurd result.
“Yes, you are……who, who…….”
“Me? I’m Jangmyeong.”
“Hoo hoo hoo……! How funny…….”
The emotion that came before the rage was emptiness.
The soldier with the face of Jangmyeong Lee crouched down in front of Jangmyeong Lee.
He was holding a red hair ribbon in his hand.
“Even when I leave, I want to vomit out what’s on my mind. Please cooperate.”
The soldier slowly looked into Jangmyeong’s eyes as his pupils dilated and tied the hair tie on his head.
“Now, it is time to tell the truth. Atonement.”
* * *
After each of these.
thud.
When the hair tie was released, Lee Jang-myeong’s body fell backwards like a rotten bundle of straw.
The soldier twirled his hair and shouted out the door.
“Daegwang, if you’re done there, come in.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened and Woo Dae-kwang came in.
Blood was dripping from Woo Dae-kwang’s sword.
His face and body were tense and tense.
He was the one who silently took care of the guards outside.
“Why don’t you wash your knife? What’s there to brag about when you’re sharpening a knife?”
“ah!”
It was Woo Dae-kwang who finally let go of the tension.
But the moment I looked around, I was shocked by the sight inside.
The air inside was so full of anticipation that a cold wind blew fiercely.
I could tell just by looking at their skin how fierce the fighting had been up until then.
And the leader of the village, lying dead.
It’s only been this long since the recruits came in.
In that short time, you fought, won, subdued, and made him confess all his secrets?
Woo Dae-kwang shook his head.
It’s more of a monster than I thought.
Even if you don’t see the fight with your own eyes, a skilled fighter like Woo Dae-kwang can feel the intensity of the fight just by watching the scene.
It was a moment when the evaluation of the recruiting force went up another level.
The recruit kicked Lee Jang-myeong’s body with his foot.
“I like that respectful look, but can you please put that aside?”
“Am I your subordinate?”
While grumbling, Woo Dae-kwang took out a white bottle from his bosom.
He poured the substance in the vial onto Lee Jang-myeong’s body.
Chichichi… … .
The corpse was bubbling along with a strange sound.
At that moment, Mo Yong-byeong shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly.
“Is that Hwagolsan?”
“huh.”
“You’re the only scary guy who carries around a bone-melting mountain like a water bottle.”
“I brought it because I didn’t know what would happen.”
“Did you deal with Seolgwido like that?”
“No, I didn’t kill Seol-Gwi.”
“You’re smart. You kept him alive to use him as a witness to pressure Dokmakbo later.”
“If there is only one seat and there is a strong competitor, isn’t competition something where you have to fight and win by any means necessary?”
“Oh~! I admit it.”
Thumbs up.
The recruiter raised his finger.
* * *
After a while.
Jangmyeong Lee’s body turned yellow with blood.
But that was only for a moment, and soon it turned into vapor and dispersed.
On the spot where Jangmyeong Lee had fallen, there was only a trace left, as if someone had spilled water from a ladle.
I clicked my tongue as I saw the traces.
“They were just used, and they couldn’t even preserve the body.”
“utilization?”
“General. He was thoroughly used by Mi-gyo. He died without even realizing that he was being used until the moment of his death.”
“The general didn’t know about the Demonic Cult either?”
“I didn’t know.”
“Does that make sense? Seolgwi too.”
Woo Dae-kwang tilted his head and continued speaking.
“The general was in charge here, and in military terms, he was the commander-in-chief. Even he didn’t know about the Demonic Cult.”
“It couldn’t be helped. The ones who introduced me to the Demonic Cult were the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe. So I had no choice but to be fooled.”
“What? Now even the Jurchen people are getting involved?”
“okay.”
I told him the whole story of the Punghyangsa event that I learned while interrogating Jangmyeong.
Two years ago.
In Beijing, an order was given to Li Zhangming to annihilate the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe.
Although he was given only a few thousand soldiers, only about two thousand of them were elite soldiers.
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The rest were common people who had been conscripted.
In contrast, the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe has 80,000 soldiers, and the elite have as many as 10,000 soldiers.
This is an order to go and die.
Lee Jang-myeong raised a white flag and surrendered.
Anyway, the Ming Dynasty was on the path to decline.
The emperor had neglected state affairs for over ten years, and corruption and bribery were rampant not only among high-ranking officials but also among local officials.
He no longer had any intention of remaining loyal to the declining dynasty.
The peasants returned to their hometown.
Among the elite soldiers, the number who will stay until the end is one thousand three hundred.
That’s how the White Snake Army was born.
The Baekja Army established a garrison in the Khingan Mountains.
It is outside the jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty.
One day, six months later, an envoy arrived from the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe.
The messenger introduced him to an old man.
Bu Noya.
I don’t know your name or where you’re from.
I was just introduced as ‘Bu Noya’.
The problem is not where the old people come from.
It was a proposal from the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe.
-Let’s make Beijing a hell!
Is this possible?
Although the Jianzhou Jurchen are emerging as a new power, they are currently in the midst of a tribal war.
Even the Ming army is fighting against the Mongols who are on the border.
In the meantime, attack Beijing?
At first, I thought he was a crazy man who was crazy about war.
But after hearing the plan, Jangmyeong Lee’s heart started to race.
The strongest soldier.
He’s not a zombie, he’s a living person. But he’s a monster too horrible to be called a human.
A soldier with a body as strong as a diamond, who feels no pain even when his limbs are cut off and only follows orders.
He said it doesn’t matter even if you’re not a trained soldier.
Because the moment you hold a sickle or a pickaxe in your hand, they all become weapons of murder.
The core of the operation is to train such strong soldiers and put them in the vanguard.
Jangmyeong Lee was a soldier and knew war better than anyone else.
The fear of death.
Even an army that boasts invincibility will be defeated if they face a monster that will not fall no matter how hard they cut.
He thought this was a plan worth trying.
No, if I could just create the strongest soldier, it would definitely be a success.
It was only then that Lee Jang-myeong came to know what kind of person Bu No-ya was.
Sangsimdan (mourning elixir).
A drug that turns people into monsters who don’t know emotions or pain.
The person who knew how to make that drug was none other than Bu Noya.
From then on.
They created the Sangsimdan and started kidnapping people to experiment on it.
And it was all Lee Jang-myeong’s work to bring in the Darkness and the Dokmaekgbo to operate it systematically, and to persuade the Iron Horse Corps to be under his command in order to use them to supply people.
The disappearance of people.
Punghyangsa Temple, which has become a Bokmajeon.
That’s how the conspiracy was born.
And now, all traces of Lee Jang-myeong have been completely erased.
Boo Noya.
That he is the Ozone Master Butane and an elder of the Demonic Cult.
The strongest soldier is Banshi.
Jangmyeong Lee didn’t know until he died.
* * *
Woo Dae-kwang and I searched all over the office.
All sorts of documents and reports poured out of the drawer.
We reviewed the report one by one and discussed its contents.
Even if it was a trivial report, if you understood the contents, you could clearly read the current flow of the place.
And that’s not all.
These reports will serve as evidence in the future.
There were two main types of reports.
One of them was the ones who monitored every move of those in high positions in major organizations such as Heukam, Dokmaekbo, and Cheolmadan.
The other was the situation in Zhushan, as well as in Simju and the Khingan Mountains, and various parts of Mongolia beyond.
Woo Dae-kwang sighed as he looked through the documents.
“There is still no evidence of any connection to the Demonic Cult.”
“That’s because even Jangmyeong didn’t know anything about the Demonic Cult.”
“If you look at this report, everything boils down to a conspiracy by Lee Jang-myeong alone. There is nothing to link the Demonic Cult to the Jianzhou Jurchen tribe.”
“Not only the Demonic Cult, but even the Jianzhou Jurchen are not that sloppy.”
What kind of people are the Demonic Cult?
Don’t you know that he put Jangmyeong on the palm of his hand and controlled him like a puppet?
Daegwang-ah.
If you want to protect even a small sect on the outskirts, you’ll have to take a broader view.
You have to be able to read the flow of the times to protect that great Cheon Yang Moon.
I glanced at Woo Dae-kwang, who was diligently studying the report.
Honest yet reckless.
If he had been just a little more careful, he would have had the potential to be a useful talent.
I turned my eyes back to the report.
Surely, somewhere, the demonic bastards are creating a Sangsimdan.
Because that heartache is the raw material for Bansi.
A report on the manufacturing process and experimental details of Sangsimdan.
I have to find it.
I know that Jangmyeong is a person who is in a state of deep sorrow, but I know.
The Sangsimdan is a package to deceive the head of the village.
It was clear that the Sangsimdan was a bombing gang.
If you take this, you won’t even feel pain.
Even if your limbs are cut off, the only thing that remains is the will to kill the opponent.
A variant of the Bombing Unit that amplifies the innate qi of humans instead of magic and drives them mad.
It is clear that the Demonic Cult slightly modified the recipe for the Bombardment and passed it on to Yakjong through Jangmyeong.
Yakjong used some of the people he captured to study this.
They created a bombing group disguised as Sangsimdan.
That would have made a living person into a half-sad person.
Shimana, Yakjong and all the other bastards.
Even though I am the lord of all darkness, this is way beyond the line.
That was when.
“Isn’t this content a bit suspicious?”
Woo Dae-kwang held up a scroll and shook it.
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