A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 64



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64.

#Bloodless Mycin (1)

Mysin’s steps stood tall.

Did I hear that wrong?

Take another step.

Okay then.

“Until x… … .”

The voice was heard again.

It’s not an auditory hallucination.

Sigh. A hollow smile appeared on Mysin’s lips.

As soon as I turned around, Mao was standing up, looking miserable.

He even holds his trembling knees and mumbles with his swollen mouth.

“Jang… … is standing… … let go… … leave… … this kid… … . Stop… … taking it out on him. Avoid… … just be conscious… … you fucking… … strong kid… … .”

A sense of victimization… …?

The corners of his lips suddenly lowered, and his eyes soon became as cold as a murderous grin.

“That’s right… … Right… … ? The Thousand Weapons that were under you became the Grand Duke… … . I became the Seven Princes… … . Hehe… … . What are you?”

Mysin approaches with scary strides.

“Try to scream again.”

“This dog… … bird… … Whew!”

Myshin’s foot, which had gotten closer without him noticing, rose like lightning and kicked Mao’s lower jaw. Then, his head suddenly fell back and he flew up vertically. And then the next scene.

puck!

Mao’s palm was stuck in his stomach and he flew towards the wall on the relatively safe side and hit it with a bang!

“Turn it off… … .”

A crushing pain that makes it impossible to breathe.

But it doesn’t end here.

Clap, clap, jaaaaak!

Myshin, who had come closer without me noticing, grabbed me by the collar and started hitting my cheek.

Every time he got hit, blood would spit out, and before he knew it, his handsome face was covered in bruises.

It’s a terrible situation to open your eyes and see.

“Again. Try to shout again.”

And Mysin looked at Mao like that and shot back with a more sinister smile. The two eyes that were already empty had gone crazy, and Clap! Clap! The handcuffs showed no sign of stopping.

If this continues, I’ll probably end up slapping you in the face and killing you.

“Even if I don’t pay attention to you?”

Even the old man standing behind shook his head inwardly, his eyes twitching at the cruelty.

‘Don’t say anything. Not speaking is the only way to survive.’

but.

“Ugh… … Ugh… … .”

“Huh… … Huh?”

Mao burst out laughing. Then he finally opened his mouth to face Maishin, who was looking at him with a really stupid face.

“… …Put it away.”

Said.

Then at that moment.

『White Thunder』

Flash! Lightning struck the room.

A black lightning bolt filled with indescribable, absolute rage!

‘danger……!’

And the first one to feel the crisis was the old man.

He is the one who reigns supreme among the monstrous slaves raised in Mark.

Kwakwang!

A thunderclap echoed in my mind and my heart sank to the floor.

An alarm bell instinctively rang in my head.

Without saying a word, I reflexively flew straight ahead.

And the place where the black light shot was Mysin, who was just staring blankly with decadent eyes.

‘also…….’

If he were in good health, I wouldn’t know, but he was under the influence of drugs and all his optic nerves were dulled.

This is a truly imminent crisis!

Phew!

Then a terrible noise pierced through the bones and muscles.

“Old man?”

In front of Mysin, a sturdy old man’s back that looks like a tiger roars comes into view.

He stood in front of me with both hands outstretched.

“… … I’m sorry.”

And then, I blurted out irresponsible words I’ve never said before. I’m sorry. I haven’t even ordered you to do anything yet, so what on earth are you sorry about?

But the sight that was revealed a moment later was enough to make his words understandable.

Thud! The old man falls forward with a loud noise of something falling out.

Soon, blood starts to pool on the floor.

‘Piercing the old man’s body…?’

Mysin’s eyes sparkled as if he couldn’t believe it.

Who is the old man?

The worst murder weapon raised in Maga.

He deliberately peeled off the flesh hundreds of times and applied poison and medicine to it so that even a strong sword could not penetrate it.

Wasn’t he the one who blocked Sahojeong’s axe with his hand?

But… … How?

Mysin’s eyes twisted.

Shh …

And then, behind the wall, the bamboo was fluttering, and I could see the figure of a man standing tall in front of me.

A very common physiognomy with an extremely indifferent expression and an insignificant appearance.

but…….

‘You’re strong.’

A smile spread across my lips. Because I could clearly feel it.

That the reason the bamboo is howling now is not because of the wind, but because of the fierce anger of the interest.

“Jang I-seo… … .”

Zhang Xu, the assistant of the Seven Princes, whom Mao desperately calls for.

That’s exactly why.

Pot!

That moment when I was lost in thought for a moment.

Jang Yi-seo’s new model disappeared before my eyes. At incredible speed.

‘where……?’

Mysin’s pupils quickly scanned left and right. Normally, he wouldn’t have missed it, but he was already under the influence of the drug.

A bet was placed on his fingertips, and soon it spread out like a slash to the left.

Shhhhhhhh!

Then a sharp, blade-like wind sweeps past in a single stroke.

But unfortunately, I only glanced at the empty space. The real thing was not that side… … .

“hmm?!”

Dismissal! In an instant, black lightning flashed, and he appeared before Mysin’s eyes.

It’s on the right!

Whirlyrick!

Jang I-seo jumped sideways like a top and slammed the ball down on his head.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

The instep that falls like a divine punishment.

Snap!

A terrible scream echoes through Mysin’s wrist, which he hastily raised to block. However, perhaps because he was under the influence of drugs, there is no expression of pain or groaning.

He just grabbed Jang Seo’s body with a smile and threw him backwards.

Boom!

Then, Jang Seo flies at the speed of light and gets stuck in a tree.

‘What kind of kid is that… … .’

The scene was so absurd that Jang even forgot his pain.

It was clear that the attack had landed properly, and that he would not be able to lift a spoon for a while as it included the rotational power and the magic of the full-force attack.

No, it was definitely destroyed.

“Hmm.”

But Mysin rolled up her sleeves and looked at her swollen wrists as if nothing had happened. When a bone breaks, it’s natural to frown, even just a little.

Instead, he smiled and said.

“It wasn’t a stroke of luck that the slaughterhouse was abolished.”

Is that what you mean? How is it that it’s so hard to find a single decent person in this damned Demonic Cult.

Jang-seo chewed over his words and walked over to the red-haired boy sprawled on the floor.

He doesn’t even seem to have the strength to raise his head, but he spreads his legs wide and laughs as if something is so great.

“What does this look like?”

“So why… … is it so… … late… … . You missed it… … .”

“Is that what you’re talking about now? Look at this. How many gaps is it?”

“ten…….”

“This is serious.”

Jang Yi-seo folded one of his shaking fingers and bit his lips. A feeling of guilt washed over him.

It was stupid.

This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t left my seat.

“But still… … Jang-seo. I held on… … ? That kid… … . It doesn’t hurt at all anymore. It’s all teeth, those… … . Hehe.”

lie.

“Kwaaaaaah! What are you doing!”

Even if I just press on it like this, it hurts like I’m going to die.

“Then why are you being so stupid and talking back to me? Just do whatever it takes and beg.”

“You’re a devil.”

Jang Yi-seo’s heart was touched.

It was because I could feel how scary and difficult the time he had endured must have been.

You must have wanted to beg. You must have wanted to plead.

But the resentment towards the injustice I’ve suffered so far, the resentment towards the friends I had to let go, and the self-loathing towards myself for not being able to do anything about it.

All of this must have been what made him endure.

“Well done. You held up well.”

“Kuuuuu… … That’s… … right?”

“yes.”

“Hah… … . Hahaha! As expected, I am… … heaven… … .”

Bam. Mao’s eyes closed and his head fell helplessly onto Zhang Yishu’s shoulder. It was brave of him to have held out this long. Now he could rest.

Zhang Li carefully wrapped Mao’s head around his neck and laid him on the floor.

Then he slowly raised his body again and turned his head.

Now it was time to greet the madman who was laughing at me as if mocking me.

“Mysin.”

For the first time, it fully revealed the killing intent, not something artificial but something full of sincerity.

Then Mysin laughs and answers.

“I admit that you’re strong enough to not be hanging out with someone like that… … but you’re both the same in that you don’t know your place.”

“No. You are the one who does not know the subject. You are a mere ninth-level ghost, but you dare to harm the supreme first-level ghost, the Seven Princes. Therefore, even if I execute you immediately according to the doctrine, you will have nothing to say in defense before King Yeomra.”

“Hahaha! You’re joking too much. Are you… … getting cocky because you took down a slave? Or. Do you think I was hiding behind Sado-cheol and Saho-jeong?”

Mysin waved his hand and smiled brightly. Then he shook his head and said softly.

“Anything… … is boring.”

And at that very moment, his new form shot out at lightning speed.

In an instant, Jang Seo runs forward and extends his hand.

Woohoo!

Then, at that moment, Jang Yi-seo’s body was thrust forward against his will, with the illusion of his flesh being sucked in.

‘What is this… …!’

And then, bang! As soon as I grab the collar, I’m thrown back again.

Whaaaaa! Kwaang!

There was a loud noise against the wall, and dust rose up.

Jang-i Seo wiped his mouth and sat up.

A bizarre movement that is beyond description.

‘I forgot for a moment.’

The reason why Elder Milesung, who prioritizes the church above all else, acknowledges him as the only eldest son, despite being a dog who hangs out with assassins he hates.

That was because he was a strong man who fit the doctrine.

In terms of natural talent, he was once considered the best student in the school along with the Grand Duke Cheon Mu-gi.

He is the direct descendant of Maga, who received a shower from birth and grew up eating elixirs like food.

It’s stranger to be powerless and weak.

“You left your stuff behind. Take it.”

Chaeng-grang. Myshin pulled out the dagger stuck in his broken arm and dropped it on the floor. The moment he was thrown, Jang-seo took out the dagger from his waist and stuck it in.

Even if he doesn’t have the skills, he is a master that even a general can’t leave out in terms of qualifications and experience.

“It’s amazing. That someone like you was only a 7th-grade demon. And that you’ve been stuck next to such a useless guy all this time. It’s a shame. I’m serious.”

“I don’t think that’s something you should say, since you sent assassins to try to kill me somehow.”

“Hahaha! Didn’t you survive? Just think of it as a light greeting. It’s only natural that if you’re weak, you die, and if you’re strong, you live.”

Mysin glanced at the old man lying on the floor, then snorted and walked away.

Jang Seo, who saw this, stuck out his tongue.

Are you laughing at this situation where the life of your subordinate who served you is at stake?

“Does the author’s life matter to you?”

“Old man? Why? What should I do?”

“what?”

“If a dog that was used grows old and sick and has done all it can do, that alone is an honorable death.”

“I am the one who served you.”

“Yes. But now that he’s gone, you can serve me.”

That crazy kid. His eyes suddenly turn gray, he’s a guy who’s naturally wicked.

Jang was confident.

Even if it wasn’t Mao, we absolutely must not let Maga fall into the hands of someone like that. It was clear that it would come back as a great evil to the martial arts world at some point.

“If you don’t like it… … then die here. If the first thing he sees when he wakes up is your dead face next to me, then that wouldn’t be so bad. Hehe.”

This guy should not be given a little helping, he should be completely torn down.

Yes, it is right to get rid of it.

One person who will play that role is… … .

Jang-i opened his mouth confidently, as if he had made up his mind.

“I also want to end it here with you. But I am not your opponent.”

“Hehe, why? Are you scared now?”

“No, there is someone else who will punish you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jang Yi-seo’s head turned to the side.

Accordingly, Mysin also turned his gaze. Then, he saw Mao lying on the floor, unconscious.

He’s a very worthless bastard.

“Hahahahaha! Are you talking about that guy?”

“Yes. It is not me who will deal with you, but the Seven Princes.”

A bombshell declaration came out of Jang I-seo’s mouth.