A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 315



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315.

#not alone

On the opposite side, at the eternal snow peak.

“Private tutoring… …!”

Gooooooooo!

An unidentified being running with a thicker murderous aura than ever before.

Jang Yiseo stood there, furious.

That was understandable.

The first thing I saw after running nonstop until then was my only friend, bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

And this was an anger that was as difficult to bear as when his younger brother Yun-i was in danger in the past.

This is when I first realized it.

As the best agent in the dark world, he is more skilled at enduring than anyone else, but there is one thing he cannot endure.

That’s just touching my family.

Even I knew who made this.

‘The King of the West.’

An unforgettable energy.

It was certain that it was he who appeared with the bloodline.

He was aiming for private tutoring.

That too while he was distracted by the Thousand Weapons.

How can I tolerate this!

Kwaaaah!

Thanks to this, the blood demon became fierce again, and its eyes sparkled with a murderous light.

And this was clearly visible in the mind of Dokma who was watching.

The appearance of a giant devil filled only with the desire to destroy.

His sanctuary is so powerful that it can even blow away a blizzard with steam.

Just getting close is extremely dangerous.

but.

Sabak, sabak.

“This is it.”

Snap! Dokma walked over to him nonchalantly and grabbed his hand.

“I’m fine.”

Then he said with a fond smile.

Jang Il-seo’s eyes, which were filled with life, slowly regain their original color.

“Private school… … .”

Dokma nods and holds my hand tightly.

My rapid breathing returned to normal, and the killing energy that had reached the sky was blown away by the wind.

Jang Yi-seo lowered his head in self-reproach for showing an ugly appearance.

I had no intention of hiding it, but the Blood Demon’s momentum was too strong.

It was only natural to be surprised, seeing him possessed by the evil spirit of the noble and the wicked and showing a murderous intent.

But.

“Is it okay?”

Dokma asked about his well-being as usual. Jang-i nodded with a weak smile, feeling both grateful and sorry.

And at that moment.

Kookookookookook!

An earthquake began to shake the ground.

It’s an avalanche!

The crazy sword energy of the Western Swordsman struck Seolbong’s waist, not his peak.

“Let’s get out of here first.”

The two nodded and launched the new model at the same time.

* * *

“Stop it! Stop that monster!”

Meanwhile, the Sanwang family leader Pagunseong, who had fled to Jiphachon, was running around panting and with disheveled hair.

His eyes were already wet with fear, and his face was soaked with sweat.

There is one reason.

“Pagunseong-!”

“Ugh!”

A red-eyed monster that chases after its subordinates, knocking them down with a loud roar.

It was because of the dragon’s manure on the battlefield!

‘When on earth did you get so strong!’

It was partly because I lost an arm, but even if I had been fine, my situation would not have been any different.

In the past, he had been about half as strong as him, but now it seemed like he couldn’t even compete with him by a hundred points.

It feels like the raw iron ore has been polished and reborn as a divine sword.

It was natural.

Three years ago, the martial art he learned at Manma Bunchong was the Bongsan Bongmyeol Fist (崩山暴滅拳) of the first Fist Demon from a very long time ago.

Wow!

Every time his fist touched the Sanwanga warriors fell down as if they were exploding.

“Kwaaaaak!”

Pagunseong was filled with bitter regret as he heard the sound of the castle tower he had built collapsing.

‘I shouldn’t have just listened to that guy and entered through the tiger’s mouth.’

In fact, it was not of his own free will that he approached Cheonmugi and entered the Demonic Cult.

‘Help Cheonmugi obtain the Demonic Cult.’

Red Demon Mask.

The leader of the eight evil spirits!

A recruitment agency for one-armed criminals.

That was exactly what he meant.

At first, I tried to refuse it because I was anxious.

‘They say even Cheonma has disappeared. How long do you plan on remaining as the second-in-command of the border?’

I eventually accepted his offer thanks to his sweet words. But, it was still a demonic cult.

Who would have thought it would be destroyed in less than three years?

“Lock the doors and keep them out!”

“yes!”

Pagunseong, who had already entered the Sanwangga Hall, quickly headed towards Anga.

I think I can buy some time here.

I had to contact Il-Hyung and ask for help somehow.

The moment I made up my mind and entered my residence.

“You’re late.”

Inside, a man was waiting for him.

A strange man with pure white hair, eyebrows, and even eyes.

“You… … ?!”

Pagunseong’s eyes opened wide, and the man who had been waiting smiled sinisterly.

“I have come to convey the master’s will.”

Sreung!

With the icy knife drawn.

“Shit…….”

It was Pagunseong’s last will and testament.

Suwaaaaak!

*

That night.

The family members of Chilsogung who won the war against the Grand Duke gathered in one place.

Starting with Zhang Yishu and Mao, then Hong Lan, Dokma, Soo-oh, and then Guyu, Gwapyeong, and Asin.

To be honest, their expressions weren’t that good considering they won.

There were several reasons, but the biggest one was the mask on top.

A red demon mask with the number four written on the inside.

It was the mask of the Four Evil Spirits.

“I found it in the room of the Sanwang family.”

Guyu opened his mouth with a voice full of bitterness.

To speak only of the results, we chased after the mountain king’s chief Pagunseong who escaped with his arm cut off, but we were unable to catch him.

They succeeded in chasing them to their base, but when they actually entered, they were dead with their eyes still closed and their throats cut off.

Someone’s tail was cut off.

All that remains is this mask, which was kept hidden away.

“The Mountain King’s House was a disaster. What the hell is going on?!”

In frustration, Mao slammed his head down!

“… … I was played around by the Blood Cult guys from the beginning.”

At this, Guyu swallowed his deep anger and said.

Although the Demonic Cult is a Demonic Cult, it is the Sanwanggaju Pagunseong and Gwangui Gongsunjeol who drove them to destruction in the past.

Since both culprits have been revealed to be evil spirits, how can we not be angry?

Even in the village of Jipha, the resistance of the Sanwang family was formidable, so the damage to the Seven Martial Arts was also great.

“Damn it. There’s no way to find out more since they’re already dead. Those Blood Cult bastards. What the hell are they doing?”

Soo-oh spat out his words nervously. Everyone felt the same way.

At this, Jang Yi-seo let out a shallow sigh.

At this point, it was something I couldn’t not say. In the end, I decided to bring up the story I knew.

“I already know who the leader of the Blood Cult is.”

What?! Everyone’s eyes widen in surprise. Who on earth is that?

“Bloodline.”

Then, Jang Il-seo began to talk about the things that had happened three years ago.

An encounter with the Blood Lord wearing a red crown.

And the shock I experienced then.

The story was short, but the aftertaste was long.

“Then the reason why I haven’t seen your nose for three years… … .”

Mao asks. Yes. To deal with them.

“The Blood Cult kids are that strong?”

I know it’s hard to believe.

but.

“Everything Lee Seo said is true.”

The controversy was quickly put to an end with Dokma’s one word.

Although he has not regained all of his past powers, he is an absolute being who has reached the state of enlightenment.

But even that was almost dangerous.

“Damn it! It’s not like I just got rid of that damn bastard!”

As Mao said, the Heavenly Sword is just a puppet used by them.

The truth is that it is a blood cult hiding behind it.

“I’m sorry. I should have brought you a mountain hawk.”

Guyu bowed his head and offered an apple. I shook my head in response.

“It’s not your fault. And anyway, the Sanwang family head is just a servant. He probably wouldn’t have known where the bloodline was.”

In an instant, the atmosphere hardens as if a stone has been placed in the air.

Because it is a story that is hard to believe even after hearing it.

Who are the Sanwanggaju Pagunseong and the Grand Duke Cheonmugi? They are the ones who have shaken Cheonsan for the past three years.

But those people were nothing more than lackeys of the Blood Cult.

But Jang was now sure.

The evil spirits are nothing more than traitorous spies, and the real leader is somewhere else.

“The Blood Cult is stronger and more dangerous than ever.”

Perhaps the reason that peace has been maintained until now is due to the death penalty, Cheonma, but the reason his master, Noesin, visited the Blood Cult 40 years ago was also a big reason.

I don’t know for sure, but back then they suffered damage that was close to annihilation, and thanks to that, they’ve been able to hide and build up their strength until now.

And only now, after a long hibernation, has it begun to move.

“I swear they won’t stop until the whole world is destroyed.”

Haven’t you already seen with your own eyes the process of the small countries of the Western Regions being destroyed?

After a long silence, Mao opened his mouth.

“Honestly… … . It’s none of my business what happens to other people. If they’re that dangerous, there’s no reason for us to move first. Anyway, Cheonsan is fine now.”

It was a truly cruel thing to say. But I couldn’t think of anything to refute it.

Anyway, this is a demonic cult.

Not only could they not advocate justice and cooperation, they could not force meaningless sacrifices.

Above all, I didn’t want to put them at risk.

As for the Blood Cult, I can just chase after it on my own as planned.

“however.”

Just as I was about to calm down, Mao smiled and continued speaking.

“Jang-seo, you’re going to catch those kids somehow.”

what?

“Then it’s a different story. Once my family gets involved, it’s my business.”

“Your Majesty the Seven Princes… … .”

Mao stood up from his seat and said as I looked at him with somewhat bewildered eyes.

“Let’s do it together. Let’s catch those bastards.”

Why did it suddenly come in like this? As I frowned in emotion, Gu Yu, who was next to me, stood up and spoke.

“Both Guangyi and Pagunseong are enemies of the Huns. If they are blood sects, then this is my business too.”

That’s right, brother! Following Guyu, Gwapyeong and Asin also stand up, clenching their fists.

you…….

“It’s a bit awkward to act like a swindler, but I have a lot of grudges. I couldn’t even do business in the village, and those bastards tormented me for three years. I really can’t stand this.”

Soo. You too… … .

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone so arrogantly challenge me to a match. I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do some work for the church after a long time.”

“Private school.”

Dokmado ground his teeth, spewing ominous venom from his fingertips.

“We will do anything together.”

Finally, Hongran stands up with a shy smile and speaks.

Everyone… … .

A gentle emotion settles in my heart.

“Hahahaha! That was good. Everyone put your hands together!”

Mao laid his hand first, followed by Soo-oh, Gu-yu, Gwa-pyeong, Asin, and then. Dok-ma Sa-suk and Hong-ran.

Everyone put their hands on me and look at me.

I guess I made a mistake again.

You are not alone.

With these.

Chuck! He placed his hand on top of their joined hands.

Then Mao smiles meaningfully and asks.

“So. What should I do now?”

“first of all.”

He looked around at everyone and answered.

“We need to start from the beginning.”

Whether it’s blood sect or central plains.

Now, don’t be swayed by anything.

Now fight my way.

Wait a minute.

Bloodline.

* * *

– A few hours ago.

Around the time when the showdown between the West King and the Dokma took place at Mannyeonseolbong.

Although no one noticed, there was another being high above the clouds that had appeared before Jang Seo.

A white-haired beauty looking down at the world with furious eyes as if she were going to tear the world apart.

Yes, it is Cheonma Jinwookwang!

“… … .”

And now his eyes could see nothing else.

All I could see was the bleeding figure of Yang Dae-heon, the poisonous demon.

I never once cared about his well-being.

Even when I heard that he was dying because his brain energy was distorted, I just laughed it off and ignored it.

It was a being that didn’t care whether he died or not.

Who wouldn’t be like that to Cheonma?

but.

“How dare you… … .”

When I saw him dying at the hands of another man, my temper was really twisted.

Dying didn’t matter, but the only one who could harm me was myself.

Why? Because you have decided so now.

Because you are one of the few beings who allow me to remember my past.

“A mere worm is going too far.”

He looks at the place where the Western King is with truly indifferent and cold eyes.

And he reached out.

Jang Yiseo once asked, “How can we kill those who have ascended to the realm of the gods and avoided the curse of mortality?”

I didn’t answer because it seemed similar, but in fact the method was simple.

You just have to crush it with more force.

Until I am completely destroyed and turned to dust along with the peaks that are not like mine.

Just do it like that.

The moment I made up my mind.

“Private tutoring… …!”

A familiar voice flowed in from below.

“Private school?”

As soon as I turned my head again, I saw Jang Seo looking more angry than ever.

“… … !”

And my first impression when I saw this was that it was quite a shock.

Those hazy, worried eyes, like a child looking at an injured parent.

A sight that the condemned man had never seen before.

The head tilts slightly to the side.

Soon, Cheonma looked at this with a crooked expression and then turned his head back to the King of the West.

Then he put his outstretched hand back, carried his luggage behind his back, and disappeared somewhere, saying:

“Kill me or not. Do as you please.”

It was Cheonma who felt jealousy for the first time in his life.