Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 167



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 167

God is great (4)

“Was it a trap?”

The Black Tiger Corps Vice-Chairman muttered as he looked around the area once again at the approaching fanatics.

Only then was Ichimoku able to grasp the situation.

‘They’re not the ones who attacked us a little while ago.’

There wasn’t a single one with blood on them. No, if they had been chasing me from behind in the first place, it would have been impossible for them to have approached me from all directions like they were doing now.

It must have been intended to lead them to flee to one side and wait there.

As Ichimoku thought about it that far, a new question naturally arose in his head.

‘But, who were you targeting by setting this trap?’

If they were simply targeting the Demonic Cult’s armed forces, there would be no reason to sell such a trap.

If they had intentionally dug a trap and led the escape route, it would mean that there was a precise target expected to come this way.

No matter how weak the Demonic Cult’s surveillance network has become recently, who on earth would be the target of hundreds of people entering the Demonic Cult’s territory?

The question was answered without difficulty.

Among enemies approaching from all directions.

“Alive Qtalah”

Someone was pointing at the exact spot with their finger and saying something to a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader.

“Why me again?”

I was sick of it.

It wasn’t just because of the endless stream of fanatics.

Ever since I was kidnapped by the Master, I couldn’t understand why there were so many people targeting me.

‘Fucking Cheonma Shingyo.’

He swallowed the curses he couldn’t bring himself to spit out because of the other fanatics surrounding him.

“Allahu Akbar!!”

Now, the waves are stirring again, accompanied by a shout that seems like it would start a match just by hearing it.

The magicians of Allah began to practice their sorcery.

“الحروب المقدسه”

As expected, the fanatics rushed forward, shouting incomprehensible screams.

Even as Allah’s flames shot out from behind them, aiming for their own backs, their eyes showed not a shred of anxiety.

It is full of nothing but a belief called madness.

“Wake up!”

“Get in line! We have to clear a path somehow!”

Perhaps to avoid being consumed by their madness, Chu Il-hwan and the leader of the Black Tiger Corps shouted with all their might.

“Follow me!!”

“Instructors and assistants, follow me and protect the officers!”

Bu Dan-ju and Chu Il-hwan, who gave the order, boldly went forward and attacked.

As per the wishes of the fanatics who were desperate to die, they started to cut off their heads and burn their bodies with black lightning to make their way.

But the situation wasn’t so good.

The eight Black Tiger members who were restricted to the second half of the war were all those who had been injured in the previous battle, and most of them were disciples of the Magic Hall who had little combat experience.

Even among those who could be called experts, the only ones who could fully demonstrate their skills were the Budanju and the Magic Academy instructors.

At the forefront, Bu Dan-ju and Chu Il-hwan were running wild and opening up the way, but perhaps it was because their purpose was too obvious.

“Hello”

The fanatics also began to gather in the direction that Budanju and Chuilhwan were clearing the path.

As the path narrowed and the fanatics’ attacks became more intense, someone’s shout erupted from among the officials who were bewildered by the chaos they had experienced for the first time.

“We need reinforcements in the northwest!”

The one who shouted was Kwak Sul.

Why? In the midst of this terrible situation, which he had never experienced before, he saw a path in his eyes.

And there was one more officer here who had seen the same path.

Crunch!

As soon as Kwak-sul shouted, Ilmok’s sword flew towards the northwest in an instant, slashing at the fanatics’ vital points.

It was a strange feeling.

The moment he realized that a monster that he didn’t think was part of the same system had seen the same path as him, an unknown certainty came over him.

And Ilmok, who had cleared a path by cutting down fanatics, shouted at Gwak-sul.

“Keep giving instructions!!”

But it was Gwak-sul who momentarily stopped.

‘Hey, you want me to take command in this situation?’

At the shout that followed, his eyes quickly found stability.

“Follow the instructions of the Kwak Sul official!!”

Even though I was in the middle of a battlefield where screams, shouts, and the sound of metal being struck echoed everywhere, I felt at ease.

In a crisis situation where annihilation is imminent, the strategist who broke out of the egg and opened his mouth incessantly.

It wasn’t simply an instruction to talk about a specific direction.

“Dokgo-pae Guan-do! Don’t delay and break through!! Show the power of Dokgo Gu-geom!! Seniors of the Black Tiger Group, assist Dokgo-pae Guan-do as he advances!”

“Jeonghyun Pass! Intercept the commanders and the sorcerers! Those near Jeonghyun Pass, protect Jeonghyun Pass as your top priority!”

He recalled the positions of his allies, the formations of his enemies, and the characteristics of the martial arts his allies had learned, and shouted out the most necessary instructions at every moment without stopping.

* * *

In Dokgo-pae’s head, the words he had heard from Ilmok a little while ago kept lingering.

– Because of us, our seniors can’t fight properly, you idiot!!!

I’m angry.

It wasn’t anger directed at Ilmok.

In an unforeseen real-life situation, I was trembling at my own incompetence, having to run away.

Yes, I was confident that I would gladly die on the battlefield if it meant dying because of my own helplessness.

but.

‘I… I, the eldest grandson of the Dokgo family, am nothing more than an obstacle to our allies?’

As a descendant of a great warrior, becoming a vanguard leader who penetrates the enemy lines at the forefront was the life of a man who had mastered the Dokgogu Sword.

Yes. Just like the Black Tiger Corps Vice-Chief and the Chuil-Hwan Instructor who are clearing the path in front of me right now.

However, he himself could not go there.

‘I can’t make my way through like those two right now.’

Because I’m incompetent.

That’s why Dokgo-pae was just swinging his sword as usual.

All I could do was run along the path that had been laid out for me, and fend off the approaching pagans.

Without even realizing it, the devil was slowly digging into his mind.

“Dokgo-pae Guan-do! Don’t delay and break through!! Show the power of Dokgo Gu-geom!! Seniors of the Black Tiger Group, please assist Dokgo-pae Guan-do as he advances!”

A voice so familiar to him pierced his ears.

Kwak-sul.

A guy who was so shabby when it came to the topic of the Magic Hall. Since he was somewhat intelligent, he was a friend who was taken care of and dragged around.

And from some point on, Ji-nang (智囊) would always give me instructions during exams.

Even as he felt helpless, he moved according to the habits he had developed over the past few months.

“Haaaah!”

Following Kwak Sul’s instructions, he began to strike with all his might, wielding the Dokgogu Sword.

His great sword is loaded with great power.

Kwajik!

The pagan’s body was cut up in a manner that would be more accurately described as being crushed rather than mutilated.

‘This isn’t it!’

Dokgo-pae gritted his teeth.

The first moment of Dokgogugeom that I had realized last time. Cheongunpaegeom (穿軍覇劍) was not such a sloppy martial art.

Dokgo-pae recalled the memories of that day and raised his great sword again.

Now that I’m completely used to it, my internal energy naturally flows through my blood vessels without me even realizing it.

At the moment when the flow reaches its peak, the sword filled with great power is swung along the most optimal path.

Crunch!!

The body of the pagan blocking the way was completely split in two.

“This body is the eldest grandson of the Dokgo family. I am the Dokgo family!”

Dokgo-pae, who had escaped from the shack, advanced while shouting in evil spirit.

Yes, that’s right.

Dokgo Gugeom was not a martial art that kept one’s position, nor was it a martial art that protected someone.

The martial arts of simply moving forward.

The moment when Dokgogugeom ends is when there are no more enemies left to penetrate, or when he dies.

“Die!!!”

At some point, Dokgo-pae became solely focused on swinging his sword.

Thoughts like his own usefulness, anger, and humiliation had no meaning at all.

The only thing that matters is clearing the way.

‘Stronger!! Faster!!’

And to clear the way, it only made sense to figure out a way to swing the sword more powerfully and quickly.

one side.

“Ugh.”

As Dokgo-pae began to attack head-on, the expressions on the faces of the four Black Tiger members surrounding him changed.

“I guess it’s Dokgo Se-ga.”

“What a talent.”

In the midst of the terrible melee, Dokgo-pae’s sword steadily grew stronger with each swing.

The Black Tiger members exchanged glances, nodded, and flew away. To support Dokgo, who had started to attack alone.

At best, it was an order from Gwak-sul, who was only a guide at the Magic Hall, but I decided to follow his orders.

It wasn’t simply because of the instructions from Ilmok, the disciple of Cheonma.

Under normal circumstances, it would have been different. They had been injured while guarding the guards in the battle a little while ago, so they realized that it would be more efficient to leave the front line to Dokgo-pae.

* * *

Jeong-Hyeon felt like he was going to have a seizure.

Over a hundred enemies rushed in, filling all directions. They were all screaming incomprehensible screams, and their eyes were filled with madness.

Even as they charged forward without regard for death, the formation of the demon cultists became more and more dense.

As people kept coming into her territory, the side effects of the Ghost Shrine were threatening to consume her.

Fortunately, the Black Tiger Leader, Gu Yang-hyeok, managed to open a path for them and they managed to escape, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

“Allahu Akbar!!”

Again, with an incomprehensible scream, the fanatics began to surround them and rush towards them.

She was already close to her limit, and her face had already turned pale.

Her arms, which were already hanging down while holding the bow, had a half-absent expression on their faces, and Kwak-sul’s instructions were not even heard in her ears.

When your mind starts to feel dizzy and the world starts to look blurry.

“Jeonghyun’s official residence!!”

The sound of someone’s scream coming from right in front of her woke her up from her slumber.

“Eek.”

Jeong-hyeon, who had barely come to her senses, screamed. She was the type of person who would be startled even if someone approached her from a distance of just a few feet, but before she knew it, Instructor Eun-ryeo was right in front of her and calling her name.

The surprise was short-lived.

“Wake up!!”

At Eun-ryeo’s urgent cry, Jeong-hyeon felt embarrassed.

Although I had been relying on Instructor Eun-ryeo for over a year, this was the first time I had seen her expression. Instructor Eun-ryeo was always calm, but now she had a complex expression of pity and urgency mixed together.

“Listen carefully! Those around you are not people who want to harm you! They are people who want to protect you! Trust them! You shouldn’t be afraid!”

Jeong-Hyeon, who had not yet completely escaped the influence of the Ghost Shrine, could not clearly perceive Eun-Ryeo’s words.

It felt like I was submerged in water, but hearing sounds coming from outside the water.

As Jeong-hyeon still had a blank expression on his face, Eun-ryeo gritted her teeth.

‘This can’t go on.’

The most efficient way was to abandon Jeong-Hyeon. Even at this moment, he was losing power because he was tied to Jeong-Hyeon.

But Eunryeo couldn’t bring herself to do that.

It may be because of the side effects of the magic, but as an instructor, I couldn’t bear to abandon my student.

However, it is not possible to remain tied down here forever.

‘We must find a way! Get Jeong-Hyeon Guan-Do out of Sim-Ma as quickly as possible!!’

Perhaps it was because he was in the middle of a battlefield where lives were at stake. Various memories flashed through Instructor Eun-ryeo’s mind like a revolving lantern.

“!!!”

Suddenly, a story I heard from Representative Seo Jae-pil came to mind.

– Come to think of it, among the methods of treating side effects, pushing the mind to its limit was actually quite effective. Confucius called it shock therapy.

In a time-critical situation, Eun-ryeo reached out and grabbed Jeong-hyeon’s face without even thinking twice.

And he forcibly turned Jeong-Hyeon’s head, who was flustered, and made him look somewhere.

“If you lose your mind right now, you could end up dead!”

Jeong-hyeon, who turned his head at Eun-ryeo’s touch, was fixated on the sight of Il-mok engaged in a bloody battle with fanatics.

Eunryeo bit her lip as she looked at Jeonghyun, whose pupils had dilated in an instant.

‘please.’

Eunryeo didn’t like the first impression. She thought he was playing with Jeonghyeon’s mind.

However, Eun-ryeo thought that the person that Jeong-hyeon treasured the most in the Magic Hall was Ilmok.

The calculation was to save that person, so that he would come to his senses.

And at some point, Eun-ryeo’s eyes were filled with a mixture of relief and worry.

Because Jeong-Hyeon, who had been absent-mindedly absent-minded, was slowly lifting the palace.

It wasn’t that I got out of my mind.

Due to the side effects of the Ghost Shrine, everything feels like a dream.

‘I have to protect it.’

Jeong-Hyeon felt that the scene unfolding before his eyes overlapped with what was happening in his imaginary world.

The scene I saw in the imaginary world last time, where I intercepted the assassin who was aiming for my attention.

Kwaaaaak.

The tension of the bowstring, pulled back out of habit, stimulated her muscles.

Pot.

That noise she had always heard. That brisk sound of the tightly-pulled protest breaking free from its oppression, the moment it awakened her blocked spirit.

puck!

Jeonghyeon’s arrow struck the forehead of the pagan who was swinging his spear at the target.