Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 158



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 158

Salvation (3)

In this extremely seditious atmosphere, Ichimoku, who was to receive everyone’s admiration in place of the teacher, seemed to be going crazy.

‘F*ck. It’s not coming out anymore… .’

It would have been better if the water had flowed out like a cool waterfall. I was so happy to see the water trickling down as if I was urinating that I found it hard to raise my head.

“Please save us!!”

“Please don’t let us be blinded by evil!!”

Because of the residents who kept praying to him, Ilmok couldn’t stop his magic.

All the water flowing around has already been gathered, so there is nothing left.

‘A little more. A little more… .’

In the end, he had to force the remaining energy in his dantian to spread wider and catch the water energy flowing from a little further away, but it was an incredibly difficult task for Ichimoku, who was a beginner in sorcery.

Slurp, slurp.

I managed to expand the range and maintain the spell a little longer, but now there were no more squeezable spells left in the vicinity.

Feeling a sense of crisis, Ichimoku turned his gaze and looked around.

What he saw were the townspeople enthusiastically praising him.

And it was the sight of the Counts and officials looking at him with proud and satisfied faces, as if they had achieved something themselves.

‘Do something, you guys!’

Something felt wronged.

Why am I the only one suffering like this?

I remembered something that happened during the division of work time when I was a civil servant.

That moment when that damn team leader, along with praising me for my work, dumped all the new work assigned to him in the department.

But what was most frustrating wasn’t the team leader who had been cutting corners.

– As expected, it’s Chief Secretary Seo Ji-hoon!

– I will only trust Chief Secretary Seo Ji-hoon!

Those damned department members who would always compliment me and say, “You’re right,” but never say anything about helping me.

The faces of the demon cultists who were cheering him on now all overlapped with those of back then.

“Phew.”

With a deep sigh, the water flowing out of his hand began to weaken.

The already thin stream of water quickly stopped, leaving behind only a faint gurgling sound.

“Oh, my God…?”

The villagers who were in the middle of worship looked at Il-mok with expressions as if something was wrong, and the demon cult members looked at him with bewildered faces.

There were faces asking why it had already stopped.

Ichimoku turned his head towards them and opened his mouth in a calm tone.

“This method has its limitations.”

“If we do that, are you saying we should just go back like this? Why should we leave these poor beings behind?”

It was a single-minded argument about something he had done nothing about, and Ilmok cut him off and opened his mouth again.

“It doesn’t mean I’ve given up. It just means I’ve come up with another way.”

I was sincere.

‘I can’t be the only one rolling around. Right?’

As I was looking over the faces of those who were just watching me without doing anything, a really good idea came to me.

“If there is a well here, doesn’t that mean there is a water vein flowing through it? So, all you have to do is follow the flow of that water vein and find a place where there is a little more water and dig.”

This was a fact I discovered in the process of forcibly expanding the realm of sorcery.

I couldn’t feel any of the air in the air, but I could feel the thick flow connecting it to the well below.

A vein of water that is already flowing and has become water, not just scattered water in the air.

While I was thinking about how to manipulate those onlookers, I came to this conclusion.

‘I’ll find the water vein and make those bastards dig the ground!’

Ichimoku, full of thoughts of exploiting the demon cult bastards, walked confidently.

“This way.”

He moved forward in the lightness of the water vein he had felt earlier, and was followed by the Count’s members, the officials and instructors of the Magic Hall, and several of the Bunta’s unmanned personnel.

In addition, the villagers who had heard the conversation a little while ago also started chasing them.

While more than two hundred people were chasing Ilmok, Ilmok stopped walking and closed his eyes.

He revived his spirit again and followed the flow of energy he felt deep in the ground.

And after following the flow to some extent, I started walking again and repeated the process.

After a while, we moved under the guidance of Ichimoku, who had become a human water vein detector.

By the time the sunset sky had completely turned black.

“Here it is!”

Ichimoku found a place with a fairly strong water flow and pointed to his feet and shouted.

“I think the depth is about 5 jang (15 m).”

If it were modern times, it would have been crazy to dig 15 meters deep with primitive equipment or bare hands without an excavator.

But Ichimoku didn’t care.

After all, digging the ground isn’t even his role.

“From now on, you can use your martial arts skills to dig the ground.”

There were at least seventy people here who could display powers that transcended human limits.

At Ichimoku’s instructions, several of the Count’s members and the Magic Hall officials frowned.

“Are you talking about a blue hole made with magic?”

“… It’s not like we’re killing the bad guys, it’s just digging the ground.”

Before the hard-faced Countess could scold them.

“What did you just say?”

Ichimoku opened his mouth first, speaking in a cold tone.

“You said it was just digging a hole?”

“That’s right. It’s a one-shot. Isn’t that something anyone can do?”

When one of the Counts answered confidently, Ilmok clicked his tongue and replied.

“If you really think so, you should read the scriptures again. What is the most important doctrine of our new religion? It is to watch over the evil within humans so that it does not run wild. The reason we punish evildoers in order to save sentient beings is not just because they are corrupted by evil and run wild. It is because of them that new evils are born.”

Perhaps it was because Ilmok, a disciple of Cheonma, had brought up the topic of doctrine. Everyone kept their mouths shut and focused on Ilmok’s words.

“Then, what is the current situation? The water in the well has dried up, and everyone is thirsty. If more time passes and the well dries up, the people living here will become evil people who will do anything to quench their thirst. I do not mean that they are wrong. As the doctrine says, there is evil inside every human being. So, what should the believers of our new religion do?”

The one who gave the answer to that question was none other than the Count.

“Before they become tainted by evil, shouldn’t we solve the problem that could be the cause? In other words, shouldn’t we create a new well to quench their thirst?”

He also knew this fact, so he planned to give a big scolding to the members and officials who had been complaining a little while ago.

Since Ichimoku came forward and scolded him first, he just watched for now.

Aside from answering the first question, the Count was secretly amazed.

‘Even among the guys in the Count’s group, there are some who are short-sighted, so how can he have such deep thoughts at such a young age?’

Aside from his achievements in martial arts, he always took naps during the day and was obsessed with bathing, which made him feel uneasy for some reason. The Count’s Master belatedly became convinced. He was convinced that the Eight Princes were ‘real’.

The demon cult members who heard the conversation between the Count and the Ilmok looked amazed. Or they looked embarrassed.

Looking at their various expressions, Ichimoku thought.

‘Where are you trying to get me out?’

Ichimoku never really thought about anything particularly deep.

There was nothing special about his reason for discussing doctrine.

When it comes to manipulating the cultists, there is no tool more convenient than doctrine.

‘Anyway, if you hang it on your ear, it’s an earring, and if you hang it on your nose, it’s a nose ring.’

If you just wrap it up in words that make it sound plausible, you can make up any number of excuses. That was the power of pseudo-doctrines.

And his intentions worked.

“If you now know how important it is to dig a well, start right now!”

As soon as the Count’s strict order was given, the demon cultists began to dig the ground while displaying their best martial arts skills.

“Hahaha!!”

bang!!

Every time they swung their swords, swords, spears, or bare hands, the ground would burst open and sand would fly.

“Okay. Everyone, please step back.”

Ilmok quickly turned his back and retreated, leading the villagers who had come out to watch around him.

‘Oh. All that sand and dust is no different from yellow dust.’

Because I hated being covered in yellow dust.

Ilmok, who had stepped back with the villagers, covered his mouth and nose with cotton and moved his mouth.

“There are a lot of people, so take turns digging. Dig the ground starting from the first group, and those who have exhausted their internal energy step back and recover their internal energy with the Unkijoshik, and then take turns.”

“You need to leave an appropriate amount of space between each other so that your paths don’t overlap with those of the person next to you.”

As if following the instructions of Ichimoku, the human excavators quickly organized themselves and began digging into the ground.

It was an incredible speed.

The demon cultists displayed their martial arts skills with all their might as if the ground were their greatest enemy, burning the ground to the ground.

Because the ground was sand, the floor would quickly sink and often collapse.

If they were an ordinary person, they would have been swept away by the flow and caused a major accident, but the laborers digging the ground now were not ordinary people.

“Haat!”

Suddenly, the ground collapsed, and the demon cultists were able to use their lightness to easily escape the flow.

“Hahaha. This surprisingly seems like it would be helpful for light-hearted training!”

As expected of those who are crazy about martial arts, they now consider digging the ground as a form of training.

Meanwhile, the Count Danju, who was watching the labor from the side, asked Ilmok a question.

“Aren’t you going to dig the Ilmok Guan Do too?”

“I’ve spent too much energy searching for water veins, so I think I need some rest.”

Towards Danju, who dared to drag him into the pit of labor, Ilmok continued to lie without changing his expression.

The Count, who had already confirmed Ichimoku’s faith, accepted those words without a shred of doubt.

“That’s right. Don’t be too heartbroken. Just by finding the water vein, you have done a great thing for the sake of all living beings.”

“Hahaha. I’m fine, Your Majesty. I just hope the well gets dug quickly.”

“Hahaha. Just trust our Counts and your peers.”

The innocent Count Danju, who thought that Ilmok would be sorry for not being able to help more living beings, turned his head and looked at those digging the ground.

But even with the use of human excavators, digging to a depth of five cubits would take a long time.

Because the ground was weak, it was impossible to dig in a straight line.

It had to be dug into a shape that was wide at the top and pointed at the bottom, like an inverted cone.

In addition to that.

bang!!

After digging for more than three chapters, the sound coming from the pit changed noticeably.

After all the exposed sand was removed, the real ground was finally beginning to appear.

A situation where you literally have to dig into the ground by carving stones.

But the demons didn’t care.

“Protect your weapons!”

They would spit out magical energy in streams, and form swords and pottery to cut through the floor as if cutting a hole.

Ilmok, who had been watching the scene from afar with his eyes wide open, gave additional instructions.

“Build a wall with the cut rocks! The center is narrow, so three of you should dig through the ground in the center, five of you should clear the rocks and build a wall around it, and eight of you should carry the sand around it to prevent the ground from collapsing! Sixteen in a group, four in a group, take turns digging the ground!”

It was a routine where he just gave instructions without lifting a finger.

As the pit grew deeper and wider, and even dug through rocky floors, the speed at which the cultists’ internal energy was depleted became incredibly fast.

The four groups took turns digging the well without rest, with each group having about an hour to a minute to spare, and the attire of the cultists who returned from the pit was truly beggarly.

It was a contrast to the way he gave instructions with his arms folded leisurely.

And then again, time passed, and now the pit had become so deep that the bottom could no longer be seen from the outside.

“Haaaah!”

Dokgo-pae was swinging his sword continuously from the center.

“Don’t underestimate Dokgo Gugeom!!”

He was a stubborn person who thought the boulders on the ground were his lifelong rivals and spouted nonsense.

At first, I was a lonely person who wondered why I had to do such a thing as an unmanned person, but at some point, my thoughts changed.

‘Stronger!!’

For the Dokgo-pae who only uses strong swords and attacks, the current labor is quite helpful.

To split the rocks on the ground, all you had to worry about was strength and speed.

Since it was a weapon that split an inanimate rock, there was absolutely no need to worry about defense. All I had to worry about was how to swing it more powerfully.

But no matter how much I cut and broke it, I couldn’t see the end of the rock.

The muscles that had been trained in the bodybuilding club were trembling and screaming, and the energy in the large danjeon that was always ready to explode was also starting to dry up. Just like the well in this village.

Dokgo-pae didn’t like this situation. It felt like he had been defeated by a mere rock.

“Does this Dokgo-pae know how to give up?”

The moment when his physical, internal, and mental powers were all pushed to their limits, the large sword he swung toward the ground drew a strange path as it advanced.

“!?”

It was a sword that was swung unconsciously, under the influence of evil.

But Dokgo-pae, a martial arts fanatic, realized it instinctively.

‘This is the real Sword of the Heavenly King!’

The first-second Cheon-Gun-Pae-Geom of Dokgo-Gugeom, which he has practiced for nearly ten years. The true meaning of that first-time technique is contained in the swing he is wielding now.

bang!!!

And as if to prove Dokgo-pae’s intuition, a huge explosion unlike any before rang out.

Dokgo-pae, who was trying to reflect on the enlightenment contained in that one sword, had to fly away with a face full of sorrow.

This was because the condensed water gushed out through the hole he had blasted.

Swaaaaaaaaaah!!

The villagers who had stayed late to watch were in an uproar at the sound of the rushing water.

“!! It’s coming out!!”

“What, it’s water!”

Take a moment to scream with a moved face.

They all began to bow and wait.

“Ohhhh! Heavenly Horse!”

“The eight princes saved us!”

It was Ilmok who discovered the water vein, and it was Ilmok who led the construction, and above all, he was a disciple of Cheonma, the god of Cheonmasingyo.

The villagers all praised Ilmok.

Ambitious vision.

Hundreds of people bowing around a large well reflecting the soft starlight and moonlight.

Watching the sacred sight, Ichimoku swept his arms down.

‘Wow, that’s creepy.’

It was a sight without any pseudo-religion.