Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 137 Devils and Ghosts (2)

The fancy clothes he usually wore had turned into the rags worn by beggars.

Is it just that? Her expressionless face became distorted with anger and fear, and her neatly styled hair became scattered. It was like seeing a soldier who had deserted the battlefield, his entire body covered in blood.

Xu Liang was dumbfounded.

“What is that?”

A feeling of arrogance is implied in the short self-talk.

At that moment, Hong Yeo-rin also found the two people.

“crane!”

The response is excellent.

The expression on his face as if he had stopped breathing is overwhelming. His complexion suddenly became pale, and a shadow of despair appeared in his eyes.

Would you say it is similar to the feeling a person running from a wolf would have when encountering a tiger?

Seoliang quenched his appetite. Anyway, I suddenly felt like I had to ask what was going on.

But he missed his chance to speak.

“Could it be you?!”

“ok?”

“You…really…!”

Eyebrows with double wicks. His eyes, which were filled with anger and fear, were filled with murder.

“die!”

Faaagh!

Hong Yeo-rin swung her sword like a bird.

It’s clear that he’s so tired that he can’t even breathe, but the speed at which he runs is quite fast. It probably means that he is that angry.

Xu Liang’s face distorted.

“Is this crazy!”

Taaaaaang!

Hong Yeo-rin’s sword flew away due to a random swing of her hand. The armor, which was already tattered here and there, was completely torn by that blow.

“You’re brandishing that ugly thing without even saying hello!”

Pow!

Hong Yeo-rin’s body floated in the air and soon fell to the ground. As she collapsed, only the whites of her eyes were exposed.

It was truly a merciless punch. I’m glad my jawbone wasn’t broken.

Ma Dong-pil could not look favorably on Hong Yeo-rin because he swung his sword with murderous intent. However, the response was so brutal that even he hesitated.

Xu Liang said with a huff.

“Really, a bad relationship is a bad relationship? “If you hadn’t planned to kill Jeoksa, you would have been beaten to death right here… Huh?”

For a moment his eyes sparkled.

Ma Dong-pil’s face also hardened. It was because I felt a strong anticipation coming from beyond the forest.

“Confucius?”

“Yes, I felt it too. But…”

“I can’t feel the magic energy.”

Seoliang glanced down at Hong Yeorin. Hong Yeo-rin, who was stunned, could not lift a finger.

“These are all sword wounds.”

There were sharp wounds all over her bloodied body. And the powerful prayer approaching from afar was armed with the swordsman’s unique anticipation.

Chaaaang!

Ma Dong-pil, who had drawn the Ink King Sword, stood in front of Seo-ryang.

After a while, a group of people approached them.

“…Ohh?”

A subtle admiration appeared on Seo-ryang’s face.

“Is it right?”

The posture of the seven prosecutors who appeared was perfect.

Even though it was a natural posture, there was a subtle sense of moderation. But it didn’t seem frustrating at all. It seemed like he could land a free blow at any time.

A perfect middle way that is neither clumsy nor half-hearted. In terms of strength, they were all weaker than Ma Dong-pil, but their posture as a prosecutor was close to perfect.

Even my unwavering heart.

“Who are you?”

The central prosecutor, a man in his forties wearing a dark blue long robe, asked.

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes deepened.

Ma Dong-pil does not respond. Looking at him, Jang Han nodded.

“Is this because it’s a question and answer dance?”

Sreung.

Jang Han, who was the only one who did not draw his sword, drew his sword.

For a moment, Seo-ryang’s eyes widened.

“It won’t matter. The moment you see that woman, you too are dead. Blame your misfortune….”

Come on!

“hmm?”

Jang Han looked down.

His blunt face turned pale.

His shin, which had a red line on it, tilted and slowly slipped.

Fuwaaaaak!

“Ugh!”

Jang Han, who lost both legs, collapsed.

It happened in an instant. The prosecutors were embarrassed in a situation where they had no idea what was happening.

Ma Dong-pil looked back.

Before he knew it, a demonic energy passed through the eyes of Seoryang, who had taken out the Chilya Blade.

“Dongpil.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

“Tear off the remaining six shoots.”

“I follow your orders!”

Coo!

With a strong advance, golden magical energy soared from Ma Dong-pil’s body.

The prosecutors’ eyes wavered.

Those who learned magic techniques were usually not good at concentrating their prayers. This was natural because the energy of magic itself was geared towards emission and destruction.

Being able to perfectly capture this powerful magical energy. It meant that the other person was on the verge of transcending human limitations.

Faaagh!

Ma Dong-pil jumped towards the prosecutors.

Jang Han shouted. Even while writhing in excruciating pain, he gave calm instructions.

“Kill!”

Wow!

Even though the leader lost his leg, he is not swayed by orders.

Ma Dong-pil and the six prosecutors collided.

Blah blah blah! Kwarung!

Sword and sword clashed, and demonic energy and spiritual energy flew out.

Seo-ryang, holding out his sword, walked towards Jang-han.

Jang Han, whose face was gray and covered in cold sweat, asked.

“Who are you?!”

“That’s what I want to ask.”

chuck.

Xiliang aimed his Chilya sword at Jang Han.

“Where did you get that sword?”

“what?”

“It looks like he has quite a bit of skill, but there’s no way he could have infiltrated the Uicheon Alliance and stolen it with only that level of skill.”

“…?!”

A dark murderous spirit welled up in the eyes, which were overflowing with demonic energy.

“Looking at your faction, you are definitely not part of the Uicheon Alliance. But how do you have the Hyoeum sword?”

“…!”

“Where do you belong?”

Jang Han gritted his teeth.

“How can you recognize the Hyoeum Sword when you’re a demon?”

“I asked the question.”

Whoa!

Jang Han’s pale face turned red.

Point out the blood and cut the wound again to completely stop the bleeding. It was an extremely cruel method. I felt like I was losing my mind due to the sharp pain.

“No matter where you belong, I cannot leave you alone.”

He tried to pull out a knife, threatening to kill Hong Yeo-rin for confronting her. That alone could be considered an enemy.

Moreover, he is also wearing the Hyoeum sword, which is one of the Uicheon twenty-eight swords, which are the treasured swords of the Uicheon League.

At that time, one of the prosecutors who was exchanging sword strikes with Ma Dong-pil glanced at Seo-ryang.

Wooooow.

A powerful sword energy rose from the sword of the swordsman.

The corners of Seo-ryang’s mouth rose.

Jang Han shouted.

“not…!”

Whoa! Puhwaak!

The sword shattered in a flash like a beam of light, and the swordsman was also cut into two pieces.

It is a force that changes levels. Even if you do not use the Inhwadobeop or the Dancheon Samdo, a simple strike is imbued with great power and great martial arts.

Xu Liang said angrily.

“Dongpil. “The kids’ hands are playing.”

Kwasik!

The two swordsmen’s hearts were torn apart by Danhon’s sword strike. The lives of the two swordsmen were lost in an instant due to the merciless force of the sword that broke their bones and split their heart veins.

Cheeeeeeeek!

The magical energy of the Geumgang Yacha concentrated in the Inkwanggeom created a golden haze.

Ma Dong-pil answered in a cold voice.

“I’ll finish it soon.”

Faaagh!

He closed the distance in an instant and used the Beopwangseonbeop.

If the sword method that was both a basic attack and specialized for defense was the Goma sword style, the Beopwang sword method was the pinnacle sword method that integrated attack and defense into one.

However, since only the first half of the lesson was taught, he had no choice but to invent deadly martial arts on his own. The secret swords of Danhon (斷魂) and Gwicheon (歸天) were like children born from Beopwanggeombeop.

bang! Damn it!

With the mighty power of Geumgang Yacha, he wields the sword of judgment that establishes the rule of law in Protestantism.

The complexions of the three remaining swordsmen turned pale as a result of the frantic and solemn swordsmanship. It wasn’t very fast, but the weight of each sword was so enormous that it was difficult to receive it.

Xiliang’s eyes deepened.

‘I’m sure he’s a thing too.’

He uses a sword technique that he only knows the first half of, and demonstrates a sword technique of that level.

It means that Ma Dong-pil’s enlightenment transcended the level of swordsmanship. Ma Dong-pil, who admired Seoryang every time but worked hard to catch up with Seoryang, also shows the aspect of a master who built a family.

‘If he makes up his mind and helps, he will be able to create his own kendo.’

Before you is a warrior who has quickly become stronger thanks to his advice. I wouldn’t call him a disciple, but I felt like I should pay more attention to him in the future.

How much time has passed like that?

Suddenly!

Ma Dong-pil, who had blown off the last prosecutor’s head with a lightning-quick sword strike, struck with a sharp sword.

“Good work.”

“no. It’s too late.”

Xi Liang looked down at Zhang Han.

Fear finally appeared on his face, covered in cold sweat.

“The moment we saw that robber bitch, we too were about to die?”

“…!”

“I think I should correct that statement?”

Fight!

Seoliang, who had torn off the Hyoeum sword and its armor, spoke coldly.

“The moment you picked up this idiotic sword, your life ended. “I absolutely hate Uicheonmaeng.”

* * *

“Huh!”

Hong Yeo-rin woke up with heavy breathing, and her face immediately distorted.

“Ugh!”

My left cheek was swollen. I was hit so hard that my jaw bone felt numb.

‘Where am I?’

She quickly looked around. All I could see were lots of trees.

At that time, a drowsy voice was heard from one side.

“Are you awake?”

“omg!”

Startled, she looked towards where the voice came from.

There was a young man sitting at the base of a tree leisurely eating meat. Next to the young man stood three swords of different sizes and an empty sword case.

There was murder in Hong Yeo-rin’s eyes.

“you…!”

puck!

Without realizing it, I held back the moan that was about to come out. Her face was filled with shame after being hit on the forehead by a deer’s leg bone.

Xu Liang shook his hands.

“Do you still want to see the world in a normal state?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“It means that if you don’t apply strength to your eyes, they will be plucked out.”

Hong Yeo-rin swallowed her saliva without realizing it.

Although I am speaking calmly, I know what a terrible and hideous person that person is. The idea of plucking out one’s eyeballs is definitely not an empty phrase.

“Come and sit down. “Because I have something to ask.”

“…Previously.”

“Previously?”

Hong Yeo-rin asked with a trembling voice.

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

Xu Liang frowned.

“Of course, you are just an idiot who is unlucky and struggling without even knowing the subject. In some ways, I think he’s even crazier than the above master. “When I think about it, I think that’s just as surprising.”

“….”

“But I still haven’t found a reason to kill you? Why did you feel the need to kill you?”

“Of course… you turned your family home…

inside out?”

“So it was you, after all?”

“Do you know why they call bullshit bullshit? “It’s because I can’t understand.”

“What do you mean?”

“As inspector, I turned your family upside down. However, I have never targeted and attacked your family as an individual.”

Seo-ryang pointed behind himself with his thumb. Hong Yeo-rin’s complexion turned pale as she followed his fingers.

Rumbling.

Jang Han, whose leg had been cut off, was hanging from a tree and dripping blood. Although he was not dead yet, it was clear that he was in a critical condition.

“It’s been that way since I was young, but I hate people who rob the prey I’ve chosen.”

“….”

“So tell me.”

Deep.

Seoryang took deer meat with Hongdo and put the meat into the bonfire.

“How devastated is your family right now?”

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