Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 86 Grow (1)

Boom!

The training hall rang loudly.

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes widened.

“What is all this?”

“The weapons I will use.”

“It’s not just one or two.”

“Yes, I will use it all.”

Ma Dong-pil shook his head inwardly.

‘He’s such an amazing person.’

I can’t tell you how surprised I was when I first saw Confucius’ martial arts skills fighting a nobleman. It was not because he was strong, but because he went beyond common sense.

There was truly no weapon that Confucius could not handle.

What was even more impressive was that he skillfully handled all different types of weapons without missing a single thing.

Of course, each martial artist has different talents and tendencies, so there are people who focus on one weapon and those who handle multiple weapons.

But even taking that into account, it was amazing.

Beyond handling various weapons, Confucius did not seem to be concerned at all with the shape and purpose of the weapons.

“Anyway, did you have a good time?”

“yes? “Oh yes.”

“What does So Wonju say?”

“I said I would understand Confucius’s intentions. “As an apology, he said he would serve good alcohol soon.”

Xu Liang grinned.

“Good job.”

Although he even drew his sword, he most likely did not want to confront Hu Yaosheng.

It was the same for Soyeonsim. Aren’t these two people who wield great power in Protestantism?

But I had no intention of appearing friendly at all. No matter how good a person is, it is natural that if he shows a docile side, people will think more and more easily of him.

A person who is moderately difficult but does not cause discomfort.

Seoliang wanted to appear like that to others. At least, that kind of appearance was necessary to live in Protestantism.

“What about the Great Lord?”

“Went. “I guess it’s late.”

“I get it.”

He said harsh things to her, such as saying, “Don’t be a joke, are you still a great master?”, but Wi Hongryeon was a person with a sense of responsibility.

They are probably reorganizing their crews by now and standing by for future missions.

“It’s a little late at night, but let’s take a look around.”

Xu Liang turned the bundle over.

Chiri riri ring!

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes wavered.

‘Except for one sword, they are all swords. But…’

What are these knives, each with their own unique characteristics?

Excluding the sword, Seo-ryang brought a total of four knives.

It was a pair of small swords that resembled twins, a circular sword, and a large sword as large as the sword used when encountering the beast archer earlier.

‘Are you really going to use all of that… Sigh!’

Saaaaagh.

Ma Dong-pil took a step back without realizing it.

His eyes were looking at a three-character long sword. Although it was a little shorter than the one used previously, it was enough to be called a long sword.

A long sword dyed in a subtle ink color from the sword armor to the sword blade. The lethal force emanating from that sword was truly amazing.

Xu Liang chuckled.

“He’s a bloody guy, right?”

“…What about that knife?”

“Do you know what this knife is?”

Ma Dong-pil swallowed his saliva without realizing it.

“Isn’t it the Chilya Island?”

“uh? Do you know? “I just brought it because I liked it.”

“The dead soldier’s seventh night…!”

Xu Liang said in a casual tone, but this sword was by no means an ordinary sword.

The official name of Chilyado is Black Demon Flame Night Sword.

This sword, which is characterized by its simple appearance and subtle lethality, was the favorite weapon of the Seven Great Heavenly Demons, who spread fear throughout the entire martial arts world in the past.

Regardless of the perfection of the sword itself, this is the sword that was with him from the time he first joined the Church until his death, as he was said to be the strongest in the history of Protestantism prior to the Cheonma era.

Although there were many stronger demonic soldiers, at least the proportion of the Chilyado in Shinism was no less than that of any other divine army.

“The symbolism of the Chilyado in our school is great. If we look at the martial arts world as a whole, it is one of the weapons that swordsmen most want to obtain. “You found an amazing weapon.”

“I just liked it. “If it doesn’t suit me, there’s no need to get caught up in smelly old stuff.”

Ma Dong-pil smiled.

‘You are like Confucius.’

I have no interest in what history that sword contains. All I could think about was whether that knife was right for me.

Perhaps, if he were a thief, he would have worried even if the Seven Nights Blade was not suitable for him. That’s why Chilya Island’s reputation was so great.

“Then do you know what this knife is?”

What Seo-ryang, wearing the Chilya sword on his belt, picked up was a pair of identical swords.

Although it was called a small sword, it was about half a foot longer than a regular sword.

One was red and the other was blue. Other than the fact that it was more agile than the Chilya Blade, it didn’t show any special features.

But Ma Dong-pil could not ignore the knife.

Slurp.

The knives pulled from their scabbards gave off a creepy atmosphere.

It couldn’t even be compared to the Chilya Island, which was simply fierce in its survival. Although it did not contain demonic energy, it was enough to cut objects without touching it.

Ma Dong-pil’s uvula fluttered loudly. Today, thanks to Confucius, my eyes were receiving good health.

“It’s a blue and red shooting star twin sword.”

Seo-ryang looked at Ma Dong-pil as if he were curious.

“Do you really know everything?”

“I’m interested in weapons, so I looked into this a while ago.”

I couldn’t bear to say that they were weapons so famous that you didn’t have to study them.

The Chilya Blade is called the Demon Soldier of Heaven thanks to its owner’s reputation, but the Meteor Twin Blade is truly an incredible item that can be called a new weapon.

Especially for thieves who were good at sharp swords, it was a new recruit for whom it would not be a waste to exchange their lives.

What is unusual is that the Yooseongssangdo is not a horse soldier. Because of this, the thieves of the political faction also drooled over the meteor twin swords.

‘Come to think of it.’

Ma Dong-pil looked at the other weapons.

‘Except for the sword, none of the swords exude demonic energy.’

So what kind of sword is the last sword?

His eyes turned to the five-foot long sword.

The hilt of the sword was long enough to be about a foot and a half long, and it was full of dragon scale patterns. Unlike other swords, it seemed like a lot of effort had been put into crafting it.

But that was all.

The handle is fancy, but other than that, there is no other decoration or armor.

The sword body was ten inches wide and quite thick, giving off great power, but its appearance itself was simple.

“Do you know what this knife is?”

“…I do not know.”

Xu Liang nodded.

“He was stuck in a corner of the byeongchang. “Would you like to take a listen?”

“Yes yes?! “Can I listen to it?”

Xiliang snorted and threw a sword at him.

Ma Dong-pil carefully received the knife.

Moment.

‘Sigh!’

He was surprised. The weight of the sword was greater than expected.

‘Fifty pounds? No, it looks like it’s about 60 pounds….’

If you swing a sword like this with all your strength, it’s nothing short of scary.

Although it is said that there are warriors in Gangho who often use serious weapons weighing more than 100 pounds, it is not at all easy to see such warriors in reality.

If you were good at it, you could split rocks with a wooden sword, so there was no reason to use such a heavy weapon.

Therefore, more than half of those who used heavy weapons had mediocre martial skills.

But…

‘What if Confucius wields a sword like this?!’

In an instant, goosebumps appeared all over my body. It seemed like there was an illusion of a person being cut in half with a single sword, and even the rocks and giant trees beyond were flying away.

“Is it heavy?”

“That’s right.”

“If you are considering a long-term war, it is not something you need to work hard to use. But my eyes kept falling.”

Ma Dong-pil, who was fiddling with the Geodo, politely held it out to Seoryang again.

Xu Liang lifted the sword with one hand so easily.

“Unlike the other weapons on the shelf, I don’t even know its name because it’s stuck in a corner. “First of all, because the handle was shaped like this, we decided to call it Yongrindo (龍鱗刀).”

Yongrindo.

The name Yongrindo is a sword with dragon scales engraved on it. Seoryang had the worst sense of naming, but it seemed like that name suited this knife.

“For some reason…”

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

As the shadow magic energy was loaded, Yonglindo let out a strong sword sound.

“I thought I could put it to good use.”

Ma Dong-pil swallowed his saliva.

An indescribable majesty seemed to radiate from Seoryang’s serious face while holding a large soldier with one hand.

It’s strangely different from usual. Could it be said that it somehow gives off a noble, warrior-like atmosphere? The seriousness that used to be sharp and pointed is now full of weight.

He looked at Yongrin Island with serious eyes for a while and then smiled.

“If I try it and find it’s not good, I’m thinking of selling it later. “I think I can get some money.”

Ma Dong-pil sighed.

Xi Liang wielded four swords. He wore the Chilya sword on the right side of his waist, the Yuseong twin swords on his back, and the Yongrin sword diagonally to the right.

The appearance of Seoryang carrying four swords of different sizes at the same time looked somewhat clumsy, but it suited him well.

Ma Dong-pil, who thought this was a warehouse of human weapons, tilted his head.

“Confucius.”

“uh.”

“But what is this sword?”

“Oh, that?”

Xi Liang raised his long sword. The long sword with its black armor and dark blue handle was neither too flashy nor too simple.

He threw the sword at Ma Dong-pil.

Ma Dong-pil, who had suddenly received the sword, looked at Seo-ryang.

“Pull it out.”

“Do you mean…?”

“You should choose it. “I brought it for you.”

Ma Dong-pil’s eyelids fluttered.

Xu Liang shrugged his shoulders.

“No matter how good of an eye I have, I don’t know if I like it or not because I’m not a party to it. However, since your martial arts tends to be serious and heavy, I chose it in my own way.”

“….”

“Try it and if you think it’s not good, give it to someone else.”

“You can’t do that.”

Is this a weapon that is not suitable for you?

Still, I can’t give it to someone. It shouldn’t be like that.

This sword was none other than the sword that Confucius brought for himself from ‘Cheonma Byeongchang’. If it didn’t fit, he would have to modify his martial arts skills.

Even if he thanked me a thousand times, it wouldn’t be enough, but Ma Dong-pil closed his mouth. This is because such a greeting itself seemed to disparage Seo-ryang’s grace.

Slurp.

A sword drawn out slowly.

The body of the sword was also black like the color of the sword armor.) The length was half an inch longer than the Samcheok sword I usually used.

Huh.

When the sword was drawn, intense magical energy spread around the training ground.

It was not the magical energy emitted by a demon, but the magical energy emitted from the weapon itself.

The fact that an inanimate object contained demonic energy was itself a miracle, and the concentration of the demonic energy was quite dense.

“Isn’t it heavy? I brought it because I thought it would suit your martial arts skills and personality. It’s called the Mukwanggeom (默王劍), and I’ve heard of that sword too.”

Ma Dong-pil’s hands were shaking. He also knew very well about the Ink King Sword.

The best magic sword, one of the five great magic swords of Shinkyo and one of the ten strongest magic swords.

The King of Silence is also called the sword of silence. This is because if the owner holding the sword does not demonstrate his/her capabilities, it will not exude more than a certain level of magical energy.

However, once the owner grows into a demon worthy of the sword, from then on, it begins to display terrifying power.

“To handle it properly, you’ll have to work hard to make it bleed. “You won’t become a fool who can’t even use a weapon because of your shame, right?”

“Confucius.”

Ma Dong-pil, who had a lead sword, took the gun.

It is not a temple, it is an absolute power. However, the atmosphere was more solemn than ever.

“I will become the best mine. “I will become stronger than anyone else and protect Confucius for the rest of my life.”

Xu Liang chuckled.

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my life, so just train hard.”

* * *

The next morning.

Seo-ryang and Ma Dong-pil, who had sweated coolly the day before, came out to the training ground again in the morning. Now that I have acquired a new weapon, I am trying to learn how to use it to suit my body.

“Now you do it there. “I’m here… huh?”

Suddenly, Xi Liang frowned.

“Who else is this morning?”

After a while, someone knocked on the door.

“This is a message from the Demon God Palace. “Three Princes, please open the door.”

Shake!

Xu Liang opened the door without answering.

One Mine lowered his head. He was a mine belonging to the military department.

“The undefeated Shinjyo Manmaangbok! Meet the three princes of the Shinjyo religion.”

“Okay, what’s going on this morning?”

“The teacher has called Confucius.”

“….”

Xu Liang sighed.

“It’s a breathtaking time.”

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