A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 299



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What should I say about this?

The sky turned red, and the blood that had not yet hardened on the ground became drops and floated up into the sky.

Then, one by one, the drops gathered on the outstretched hand of the blood lord and formed a large clump.

Blood cells that grow uncontrollably.

As if that wasn’t enough, the lifeblood of my subordinates also began to drain from their bodies.

“ah…….”

Thud, thud.

Those who face death without even a scream, completely blank like a sheet of paper.

He had neither enemies nor allies.

The true god of destruction.

Before he knew it, a blood sphere as huge and terrifying as the sun had formed on his hand.

What on earth should I call this?

Nightmare.

If someone asks, I’ll say I had a nightmare.

“Do you think I would dare to be defeated by the ghost of the god of thunder? It’s impossible. I will destroy everything. I will take away all life on this land. Kikki! I will make it happen-!”

The world ruled by blood is destroyed.

The world ruled by blood is destroyed.

The hand of the Blood Lord fell down with the shouts of many.

Then the giant blood corpse slowly falls.

As if the sun appeared to destroy the world.

Jang was confident.

This is inevitable. It cannot be stopped.

No, actually I already knew.

That not only the Blood Lord, but even the King of the West who was slashing me with his sword aura could not defeat me.

All of them are those who have reached the realm of the gods, not humans.

and.

“Is this it? What you were trying to show me?”

That was the reason why Cheonma sent him here.

also.

That I was never sent to kill you.

Kwakwakwakwakwang!

In the distant sky behind us, thunder roars and a terribly dark night sky gathers in.

At first glance, it may seem like just a strange phenomenon, but it is not.

instinct.

I felt it with my whole body.

He is coming.

The best in the world at the time.

Fucking death penalty.

Cheonma Jinwookwang.

That’s him.

“You must avoid it!”

The woman holding the umbrella looked up at the blood statue and shouted urgently.

“How dare you… … !”

The blood lord trembled as if he couldn’t bear it anymore.

Quagwaquagwaqua!

He looked at the approaching Black Heaven, swallowing up the red sky little by little, and sat down again in his original Taesa-ui and spoke.

“Whether it’s the Heavenly Horse or the Brain God. This time, no one will be able to stop me. I will destroy them all. Look forward to it. Hahahaha!”

Sssssss.

Then, as the woman recited the spell, it disappeared like a mirage.

The slaves carrying the palanquin, and the middle-aged man with black hair waving a huge sword.

And naked women on the stairs.

A blind man holding an umbrella.

Everything just disappeared as if it was a dream.

Still leaving behind only blood cells falling mercilessly and a devastated village.

And then he appeared.

Quagwaquagwaqua!

Become a dark light that tears the sky apart.

“Step back.”

At some point, the Cheonma appeared in front of me and stretched out his hand to the side.

Hurrruk!

Then a huge black sword rises.

The next scene was of a flying horse drawing blood spheres.

Very lightly, like cutting rice.

Okay then.

Kwakwakwakwakwang!

Pitch-black magic tore through the blood cells, causing countless divisions and explosions.

And then a fleeting moment of time passed that felt like an eternity.

Cheeeeeeek.

Only a small clump of blood fell to the ground, melting the ground and evaporating.

The bulging hills, the peaceful village, and the friendly residents.

It was a wounded ending where everything was a mess.

*

“Follow me.”

Before the shock had even subsided, Cheonma walked forward without thinking, leaving only one word behind.

I was so taken by this that I followed along and was able to see many things.

A cart on the upper deck, full of nothing but leftover luggage and crows.

The burning village.

And the small country that collapsed.

I could tell without even asking.

All of this is the work of the Blood Cult.

I’m talking about the path they just walked.

The images of countless people who had died before me flashed before my eyes.

They were kind children who came to me with a smile, and people who smiled at me while being kind.

But those people met a terrible death.

There will be countless others besides these.

My teeth chattered, and a real sense of urgency rose from the depths of my heart.

I realized it again.

Just because I can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t true.

The Blood Cult is a race that should never be spared.

He climbed up the hill overlooking the ruined small country and asked Cheonma.

“Why did you just ignore all this when you knew it?”

I know it’s not his fault, but I still can’t seem to understand.

The Blood Cult is a group of people who are impatient because they can’t even punish him.

Moreover, I found out for sure today.

That crazy bloodline is also feared by Cheonma.

But why?

“It wasn’t just left there.”

Cheonma gave an incomprehensible answer.

“It was something I had no choice but to do.”

Cheonma looked at the stars in the sky and ground his teeth.

He first learned of the existence of the Blood Lord when the Brain Jade King was active.

‘It doesn’t matter who it is. If they can give me joy even for a moment, that’s enough for me.’

Reading the weather was the beginning.

From then on, whenever the aura of greed grew stronger, I went out to look for its existence.

But no matter what I did, when I arrived at the place, only traces of the bloodshed had already been left.

“Then it’s not that I haven’t stopped it yet… … .”

“They ran away from me.”

“Is that possible?”

“The protection of the gods is protecting them from me.”

That’s ridiculous. Are you asking me to believe that? No, even if it were true, it wouldn’t make sense.

“Why do the gods protect such a demon? He is the one who wants to destroy the world!”

“There is only one time when the gods intervene: when something appears that disturbs the order of the land.”

“That’s it!”

“It’s me.”

“yes……?”

For a moment I doubted my ears.

“What the gods want to get rid of is not those who commit indiscriminate killings, but me who has put an end to the long-awaited chaos and extended the peace.”

It was so shocking that I couldn’t say anything right away.

“Do you understand now?”

And looking at the surprised Jang Il-seo, Cheon-ma smiled and said.

“He is the goodness ordained by the gods, and I am the absolute evil.”

Boom! For a moment, I felt sick and my eyes shook. A ridiculous remark that shook my values ​​in life.

“It is evil to block the blood sect, and chaos must come. That is the will of Heaven.”

Kwakwakwakwang!

Just then, a bolt from the sky struck.

As if it were the will of heaven, angry at the leak of secrets.

Then, Cheonma raised one hand and caught the falling lightning bolt.

Kwaaaaang!

A mind-boggling, earth-shattering brainwave that will make your body and mind race!

But Cheonma laughed.

As if they were toying with the heavens.

And said.

“Therefore, anything that goes against this is going against heaven.”

Kwajijijik!

He pulled down the brain energy that had gathered in his clenched fist and shot it back up toward the sky.

Kwakwakwakwang!

Then a thunderbolt strikes!

Then, the lightning struck Cheonma again and struck him, lighting up the whole world.

Soon, the sky became quiet as if nothing had happened. Cheonma looked up and the corners of his mouth rose.

Is this really a human? No. This person is a god. A devil god who defies heaven.

“Did you ask what you should do?”

I looked at him as if possessed.

“Let me ask you, what should you do?”

Splash! A huge ripple occurred in the deep-seated pool of ideas inside me.

Good and evil.

Jeong and Ma.

All the values ​​I had built up until then and all the concepts I had thought were upright were shaken to their core.

If it is good to desire destruction and chaos, and evil to try to prevent it.

Is what you should do evil or good?

What about the Murim Alliance that tried to use and betray me?

If good and evil were determined by others, would you be able to accept it and sacrifice for it without any hesitation?

No, that can’t be.

I won’t live like that.

Now Cheonma was teaching me this.

That life is not just for spies.

Evil and good.

Ma and Jeong.

That this is not something that others can decide for you, but something you must decide for yourself.

That is what is meant by reversal.

My focus, which had been wavering, was restored and my mind was clear. I answered in a composed voice.

“I will erase the blood relationship.”

Kwakwakwakwang!

Thunder rumbles loudly.

“It is something that heaven does not wish.”

“That’s what I hope for.”

“To be protected by the gods means to have good fortune. The Murim Alliance, the Sado League, and even our religion and the royal family may have to be cut down as enemies.”

“If what you want is destruction anyway, you won’t care about status.”

The corners of Cheonma’s mouth went up.

“Now I feel a little more like my priest.”

It was the first time today that his eyes felt so affectionate.

“As you are now, you won’t be able to erase them even if it takes decades.”

Cheonma changed his expression and pointed out the painful reality.

He blocked the fourth perforation of the Nine-Tailed Emperor and reached the highest level.

I was proud that I had clearly become stronger.

The world is vast and there are many masters.

I don’t have the confidence to win against the blood elf I met today, let alone the man who wielded the sword.

Their realm is at least the extreme realm of entry into the world.

It would be a miracle to stop even one of the old guards, so how can we fight and win against them right now?

“But it’s not like there’s no way at all.”

At that very moment, a voice like a shower in a drought flowed out from Cheonma. My eyes opened wide and my head, which had been bowed down, was raised.

“The power of the Heavenly Horse is the result of the combination of the flame-worshiping faith and the darkness of humanity. Depending on how it is handled, it can become a sword or a spear.”

Hurrruk!

A crimson flame sword rises from Jin Woo-kwang’s grasp and transforms into a long spear.

“Also, if the meaning is the same, we can become one.”

The blackness that had seeped into his body before he knew it spread gently over his flesh.

Then I felt an enormous power that I could never have imagined before.

“Do you understand now? Cheonma Shingong is a ghost, a god, and a sword.”

“… … !”

Until now, I thought of Cheonma Shingong as simply an ascending martial art with a set cutoff point.

But that wasn’t the case.

Just like brain magic and harmony magic, Cheonma Shingong was the power to control celestial demons.

“And you already have a blood demon that has reached the extreme.”

“then……!”

“If you can handle it properly, you can deal with them.”

That means… … .

“I will teach you the Heavenly Demon God’s Art.”

“ah…….”

A shiver ran through my whole body.

Cheonma Jinwookwang declared that he would teach me Cheonma Shingong, which was his secret technique and the symbol of the Demonic Cult, and which he had not allowed anyone to use before.

This was the true meaning of his words that he would raise me. The blood sect was the price and the sacrifice.

“Of course, the road to reversal will be very difficult.”

Jang-seo barely suppressed his trembling heart and said with a smile.

“Tolerating that is my specialty.”

Jin Woo-kwang and Jang I-seo.

The leader and the deputy leader.

Finally, the two were truly on the same boat.

It was the beginning of a hellish training.