The Return of the Namgoong Clan’s Granddaughter - Chapter 109



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Episode 109

The six blood lords fell to their knees before the emperor.

Namgung Mucheon aimed his sword at his neck with an indifferent expression in front of such a flesh-and-blood man and directed his energy.

At Namgung Mucheon’s gesture, Yuk Hyeolju’s mouth opened wide. Immediately afterwards, a molar with something tied to it came out of his mouth.

Namgung Mucheon looked at the poison tied to his molars and then threw it far away.

“Who sent it from where?”

The flesh-and-blood enemy monster laughed and spat out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth.

“Blood bond holders are enemies.”

“Did the enemy have a dogma in his mouth?”

“That could be the case.”

“gibberish.”

I could tell from the energy flowing from him that he was no ordinary number.

Dirty air.

‘It’s similar to the residue of energy that remained in Seolhwa’s body.’

“Are you from Hwaoru?”

“Huh. Soruju told you?”

“Just reveal your true identity. Don’t waste my time.”

“Please call Soruju.”

The enemy monster’s gaze turned towards the hill in the distance.

Namgung Mucheon and Jeokgoesu already knew that there were two people there. And they also knew who they were.

“Don’t be a dog.”

“I will tell you everything in front of Soruju.”

“… .”

Namgung Mucheon’s eyes suddenly crinkled.

Since he and Mu-Gwang are there, the child won’t be in much danger, but it’s more dangerous than being far away. So he can’t help but hesitate.

“I’m ready to die anyway. If you, the Sword Emperor, want to, you can cut off my head. What’s the problem?”

“… .”

“I will blow it without making you feel bad.”

Namgung Mucheon, looking down at him who was laughing, let out a tired sigh.

“Nothing less than 3 chapters is allowed.”

“Okay.”

Namgung Mucheon sent a message to Seop Mu-gwang to bring Seol-hwa.

Within, Submu-gwang came down with Seol-hwa and stood outside the three gates as promised.

It was a distance where we could see each other’s faces.

Yuk Hyeol-ju burst into laughter when he saw Seol-hwa being protected by Seop-mu-gwang.

“It’s been a while, Soruju. Does the position of Lady Namgung suit you well? I can see your face has brightened.”

“Don’t call me Soruju. Not anymore.”

“… Haha, hahaha! Hahahaha!”

The enemy monster burst into laughter. His laughter echoed throughout the empty fields.

Seolhwa looked a little unfamiliar.

‘That flesh and blood prince looks so shabby.’

In his previous life, he was the ruler of the Yangtze River Surochae, leading the Surochae and playing a central role in the Blood Cult Rebellion.

Because the Yuk Blood Clan controlled the sea routes, they were able to disrupt the transport of supplies and support from the Central Plains, which caused the people’s hardships to worsen, and more people converted to the Blood Cult.

A being that was feared by all the Central Plains and the masters.

The conqueror of the Yangtze River, whom no one could defeat on the water.

That’s who he was.

“Well, there’s no reason you can’t sing, Lady Namgung. Now, are you satisfied?”

Seolhwa looked at the flesh-and-blood lord who was smiling at her with his teeth exposed, without saying a word.

The flesh-blood lord also looked at her with a face that soon lost its smile.

“You know? When that crazy Rouge brought in some crybaby kid to be his slut, I was against it.”

Although he was called Soruju because of the gold, the six blood lords were telling a story about when the blood horse one day made an announcement in front of the six blood lords that he would make them the younger lords.

At that time, the Oh Blood Lord and the Yuk Blood Lord fiercely opposed the Blood Demon’s will.

Of course, since the announcement of the Blood Demon was a notice, any opposition was ignored.

“You don’t raise a baby beast. When it grows up, it can’t tell the difference between its owner and its prey and will attack you. Look. Isn’t that exactly what’s happening right now?”

The flesh-blooded man laughed again, hehe.

When Namgung’s child, who was brought from somewhere, was said to be the leader of the cult, Yuk Hyeol-ju thought that the blood demon had finally turned around.

No, he was crazy to begin with.

It seemed plausible when I was growing up with my memories erased, but this is the result now.

‘How can you say you have tamed something that tries to inherit its master?’

Hehe, you crazy blood demon. Looks like you’re grabbing my own ankle.

“Since it has come to this, why don’t you try to win?”

“Why? It wouldn’t be good for you if I win.”

“If I had to be picky, would I say I like Soruju more than that crazy Rouge? I really wanted to hit that crazy Rouge.”

On the surface, the Blood Cult pretends to be heroes trying to save the world, but in reality, they are just a group with conflicting interests.

At least that’s the relationship between the Blood Demon and the six Blood Lords. A relationship where they receive the Blood Demon’s power and give up their lifeline as blood vassals.

At first, it may be a fair transaction based on vested interests, but humans are creatures who are grateful for what they have received when they have little, and forget the previous favors when they have too much.

In their previous lives, the six blood lords cooperated with the Blood Demon, while also hating the blood vassals who had their necks strangled.

I always wanted to break that leash.

And all six of them had some degree of hatred for the blood demon that held that leash.

‘It was annoying that he would only release that hatred when he saw me.’

To the Blood Horse and the Six Blood Lords, they were all just crazy people.

“Anyway, it’s a bit disappointing that I won’t be able to see the results… but I’ll give you my last gift.”

The six blood lords shifted their gaze from Seolhwa to Namgung Mucheon.

“Who sent it and where did it come from?”

The corners of his mouth curled up in a mean manner.

“Listen carefully. I, the enemy monster… .”

At that moment, the flesh-and-blood lord’s eyes became bloodshot and his body began to tremble.

Seolhwa looked at the flesh and blood vine with surprised eyes.

‘Are you trying to break the ban…?’

You want to give me information even if it means breaking the ban?

“Great… Asura…”

Grumble, groan, blood poured out from every orifice of his body, foaming at the mouth.

Starting with the fingers, the joints of the limbs became twisted and the bones became bent.

The purpose of prohibition is to cause pain to those who try to break it, unlike the dogma that is only for the purpose of death.

“Ugh… Ugh… .”

Even in the midst of the pain of his intestines being torn apart and his heart being torn to pieces, the flesh-and-blood lord never lost his mean smile.

His bloodshot eyes turned to Seol-hwa. The eyes of the flesh-and-blood lord running towards death were filled only with madness.

“Blood… religion… .”

At the same time, blood gushed out from every orifice in his body. His body began to swell with a gurgling sound.

It was truly a horrifying sight to behold with one’s eyes open.

“Ugh… sob… .”

He laughed even as his eyes rolled back.

As if he was enjoying the fact that the pieces I had left behind would make that arrogant blood demon feel awkward.

Seolhwa did not see the end of him.

Seopmu-kwang covered Seolhwa’s eyes, and with a “splat” sound, something splashed onto her cheek.

“This is horrible… .”

It ended with the softly humming voice of Submu-gwang flowing into my ears.

‘Really… dead.’

The flesh and blood lord is truly dead.

So vainly.

Thud, thud.

The sound of heavy footsteps was approaching.

A huge shadow appeared beyond the blindfolded hand of the blindfolded monk. And then, Seol-hwa’s body was lifted up as if it had been pulled out.

“What the heck.”

Namgung Mucheon quickly picked up Seolhwa and hugged her.

With his back turned to the place where the flesh and blood lord’s body was, his thick fingers lightly tapped Seol-hwa’s forehead.

Soon, his energy flowed into my whole body. It was a refreshing feeling that cleared my head.

“There are no serious injuries.”

Namgung Mucheon, who had finished examining Seolhwa’s body, withdrew his hand.

He walked slowly as if he was taking a stroll, carrying the snow flower in his arms.

“You followed Hwarin.”

“yes.”

“That’s great.”

Namgung Mucheon stroked Seolhwa’s hair.

“One, from now on, call an adult first. Or bring an escort with you. An escort is assigned to protect you from danger, not to warn you of dangers of others.”

“…yes.”

I felt a little sorry because I thought Ling must have been very confused.

‘The escort is always by your side….’

Let’s remember this.

“It is better to be safe than sorry, than to rush and lose your life. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“okay.”

Namgung Mucheon didn’t say it twice.

It was a short and heartfelt piece of advice, filled with the thought of a fairy tale.

“Still, I’m glad I gained something.”

The lord of the flesh spoke the name of the blood sect just before he died.

It would be normal for someone to be writhing in pain and not be able to say anything, but he had to show that much mental strength because he was a flesh and blood lord.

“We can now identify the liver worms.”

All you have to do is write down the name of the blood sect and have them read it.

Whether or not it is false information has already been proven by the death of the flesh and blood monk.

“How strange. He was truly a wicked man. How could he have betrayed his own power right before his death?”

“Because there is no such thing as God.”

“hmm?”

“It’s a group of people who just want to gain power, wield it, and enjoy it. At least that’s what the rulers of that group are like.”

“hmm.”

“The blood debt collector’s help wasn’t really for our benefit. So, you don’t have to be too grateful.”

Since he was going to die anyway, he probably just wanted to throw shit at the blood demon.

“Is Hwaoruju stronger than the author?”

“yes.”

In her previous life, and even now, Seolhwa did not know the realm of the Blood Demon. However, what was clear was that she was far stronger than those who were called the top ten masters in the world, and perhaps.

‘It may have reached a level beyond the realm of the flower landscape.’

“How can he hide himself? If he were as strong as you say, this Central Plains should have already fallen into his hands.”

Despite being so strong, the Blood Demon waits another five years. The reason is.

“Because what Hwaoruju wants is not to become the best in the world.”