Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 294



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 294

Divine Power (2)

Although it was Jin Ha-yeon’s absurd imagination, Ilmok did not necessarily deny her words.

“Ahem. The big picture is just the big picture, so don’t worry too much about it. If you set your sights on too big a goal and move forward, small mistakes will pile up.”

No matter what, I thought it might be impossible for the whole world to be dyed in the Cheonmasingyo religion.

Ilmok, who had been cheering on Jin Ha-yeon’s absurd delusions to some extent, soon turned his head and looked around.

A picture of the Black Tiger members teaching letters to former slaves, according to the order of Ilmok.

“Heaven. Follow along. Heaven.”

Some people, as if they were planning to start with the Thousand Character Classic, taught the pronunciation of the word “heaven” by pointing upwards with their fingers, and then later pointed to the earth and taught it as “ji (地).”

Besides that, there were those who held the sand in their hands and said “sa (沙)”, and there were those who put their fingers in the sand and stirred it to say letters.

“Ugh. Why on earth can’t I remember this!!”

In Dokgo’s case, he was the only one who was venting his anger while teaching.

However, it is just that Dokgo-pae lacks patience. In general, their learning speed is slow.

Because overall, the atmosphere was one of little motivation.

It wasn’t like I was rebelling at all, I just felt like I was doing it because I was told to.

‘It’s like this even to teach a single letter, so it’s like this to spread doctrine.’

It was a frustrating sight, but after hearing Jin Ha-yeon’s delusions, I felt like I could breathe a sigh of relief.

* * *

We moved for a while, passing alternately through barren deserts and green areas that were somehow lacking in being called grasslands.

As the sky began to darken, they prepared to camp out.

After eating the emergency food and water we brought from Merv, deciding on the order of night watch, we each went to bed.

The nights in the desert were cold.

They could barely survive by covering themselves with several thick layers of cloth and lighting a campfire with things like dried, twisted tree branches and hardened animal droppings scattered throughout the desolate desert.

How long had I been closing my eyes to fall asleep, relying on the warmth of the campfire?

‘If you were to sleep out in the desert every time, would you rather die of carbon monoxide poisoning or of freezing to death?’

Ichimoku, who had been lost in a state of vagueness between dream and reality, recalling trivial thoughts, suddenly opened his eyes at the shouts of the Black Tiger members.

“It’s an attack!”

“The bandits are approaching!”

As Ichimoku, who had been shaking off sleep, got up and looked around, he saw that black shadows were approaching from all directions.

“Ha. I thought it was a little peaceful now.”

The raids that had been quiet since they began accompanying the Majid family were now welcoming them in just a few days.

Could it be because of the screams announcing the attack by the Black Tigers?

The attitude of the guys who had been approaching me cautiously and secretly changed.

“Kill him!!”

“Allahu Akbar!!”

They even started to charge while shouting, and those who remained in the rear started shooting arrows or using magic to find the god.

At that familiar sight, Ichimoku sighed.

“Ha. Do these guys think they’re some kind of angel girl?”

Whether they were robbers, bandits, or thieves, it was incomprehensible why they all came attacking in search of God.

It seemed that he believed that if he prayed to God to become a righteous thief, all his sins would be forgiven.

“Your Majesty! Please intercept those who practice sorcery.”

“Yes, I will do that!”

“Ohallak! Take refuge over there with the people of Majid House. Thirty of the Black Tigers will form a circle to protect them, and the remaining ten will kill the enemies!”

To counter the fanatic bandits who dared to attack them, Ilmok quickly gave orders.

A battle situation that suddenly occurred.

Those who were sold into slavery looked around with eyes filled with anxiety.

Usually, if a fight like this were to break out, the slaves would be used as shields and would most likely die in vain.

But why is that?

A few Muslims approached them and began to crouch, while warriors in peculiar attire formed a large circle as if to protect them.

While those who were sold into slavery in that bizarre situation looked perplexed.

Wheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

One of the arrows that Jeong-Hyeon shot flew through the air, creating a blast of light, and struck the forehead of a magician who was preparing his magic from afar.

As if the arrow she shot was a signal flare, battles broke out on all sides at the same time.

“Don’t let a single one live!”

“Kill all the women too!”

Muslims rush in from all directions, shouting, and arrows and magic spells shot by those who Jeong-Hyeon has not yet dealt with attack the Black Tiger members.

bang!!

However, the Black Tiger members would often simply block the attacks by imbuing their weapons with energy and using magic.

visor!

“Kuaaaah!!”

At the same time, ten Black Tiger members, led by Ilmok and Gu Yanghyeok, rushed towards them and began slaughtering the Muslims.

Wedge!

puck.

When someone died from another arrow shot by Jeong-Hyeon, the person who appeared to be the commander shouted and pointed at Jeong-Hyeon.

“Kill that bitch first!!”

At the same time, flames and arrows flew towards Jeong-Hyeon.

widely.

A woman with an indifferent expression stood in front of Jeong-hyeon as if guarding him, swinging both hands.

The flames that touched Jin Ha-yeon’s pair of hands, which were filled with a cold air, would go out with an absurdly simple ease.

“Haaaah!”

In addition, a woman who was practicing some kind of distracting swordsmanship joined in and stopped the bandits from rushing towards Jeong-Hyeon.

one side.

Ilmok, who was slaughtering bandits without any interest as usual, soon noticed something strange.

“These guys. They weren’t bandits.”

A clear chain of command. Numbers easily exceeding a hundred. And above all, they were strangely skilled.

Each and every one of them was at least first-class master in the Central Plains, so they weren’t the kind of people who would live off banditry in the desert.

Crunch!

However, it is far inferior to that of Ilmok or Heukhodanju Gu Yang-hyeok.

‘They must be from Merv, they know we’ve made a lot of money.’

Although it was unclear exactly which family was responsible, it was possible to infer how things were going.

Right then.

Crunch!

A sharp sword flew towards Ichimoku, who had just cut down an enemy disguised as a demon.

The sword that held the energy was blatantly aiming for the vital point, and Ilmok quickly moved from the position where he had been swinging his sword and swung his Ascension Sword at the same time.

visor!!

“Hoo.”

As Ilmok blocked his surprise attack, the middle-aged man wielding the sword let out a strange snort.

Zafir Omar. He was the man known as Merv’s greatest warrior.

“You have quite a good skill. Today, I will sacrifice you to God and be reborn as a Muharib Azim.”

Muharrip Azim.

That title, granted only to great warriors who have received the grace of God, was a long-held goal of Zafir.

But even though he had that goal right in front of him, for years he had been unable to overcome the wall.

That is why discontent was rising in Zafir’s heart.

It was a complaint against the owner, Arslan.

‘You have to go on a holy war to receive God’s grace! How can you expect to receive God’s grace while just staying at home?’

From Zafir’s perspective, this battle was one that could wash away all of his past grievances.

Above all else.

“Hahaha. As expected, God is definitely protecting me.”

Even more so because the skills of the young man who seemed to be the leader of the pagan group were on par with his own.

That is why Zafir thought that this was a test from God.

If he passes this test, he will receive God’s grace and be reborn as a great warrior.

Zafir, a devout Muslim, never imagined that he would lose a fight in which God would look down on him.

Ichimoku, who had been blocking Zaphir’s attacks one after another, muttered with a frown on his face.

visor!

“What has this fanatic been talking about all this time?”

I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but one thing was certain.

The opponent was a true fanatic.

The evidence was in those eyes that showed not even a shred of doubt about his own actions.

The problem was that he was a fanatic with one clear skill.

“Become a sacrifice to the temple!!”

As the man shouted in an unknown language and swung his sword repeatedly, the sword formed along the sword twisted at an odd angle and flew towards Ichimoku.

At the same time, the guy who flew across the sandy desert floor as if it were flat ground swung his curved sword as if dancing between the winding sword energy and attacked Ilmoku.

‘shit.’

Because of the deep, sinking sand, it felt awkward to perform light moves, so Ichimoku swallowed his curses and barely managed to block or deflect the bastard’s attacks.

Unlike when fighting weaklings, the awkward terrain was a disadvantage in many ways when fighting against experts.

Fortunately, thanks to the several fights I had experienced since my days at the Magic Academy, I had become somewhat accustomed to the weapon known as the Kokuto.

But the biggest reason why Ilmok swallowed the curses was not simply because of the pros and cons of the fight.

‘If things continue like this, it’s dangerous.’

Even while blocking and avoiding the fanatic’s attacks, Ichimoku was slowly and steadily reading the flow of the battlefield.

While he was blocked by that fanatic, the direction of the battle changed subtly.

Goo Yang-hyeok was also attacked by three men who seemed to be experts, and his attack was cut off. With the two best players tied up, the one-sided slaughter was no longer continuing like before.

It was a delicate situation.

It wasn’t a flow that gave the feeling of certain defeat. Clearly, even if he was tied up with this fanatic, he had a good chance of winning.

but.

‘What’s the point of a victory when half of the people are dead?’

If things continued like this, some of those who had set out on this journey together might not be able to return to the headquarters.

Like the owners of the abandoned tombs in the desert that I saw that day when I left the guest house.

At that moment, the expression on the fanatic’s face, who had been laughing heartily and swinging his sword, changed.

“Hey you! Where are you looking!!”

Zaphir, who noticed that Ilmok was looking away, pressed Ilmok even harder.

It wasn’t because he thought it was an attitude of ignoring him. It was because he was afraid that if he killed the guy who had been ignoring him, he would not be able to be reborn as a great warrior.

And his intentions paid off.

bang!!!

The gaze of Il-mok, who had blocked the curve of Zaphir’s sword overflowing with energy, was completely directed at his opponent.

‘Handle it as quickly as possible and help the group.’

Either way, I decided that I had to kill this guy first to save at least one more member of my party.

Every time Ilmok unfolds his magic, the sandy floor caves in.

bang!!

Whenever the two Ascension Swords and the Curved Sword clashed, the intense impact would often cause the surrounding sand to fly up.

Whenever the sword or weapon that each person swung missed the mark, a huge furrow would appear in the surrounding sand.

Maybe it was because of the aftermath of a fight of a different level.

Crunch!

Those who were carelessly hanging around them had their bodies cut off in vain, and naturally, no one was able to approach the area around the two battlefields.

But even if there were no people around, even if they were looking at Zaphir with their eyes, their hearing wasn’t paralyzed.

Crunch.

“Kwaaaaak!”

Whenever he heard a sharp sound or a scream from around him, Ichimoku’s nerves involuntarily turned in that direction.

“Oh my god… .”

Whenever someone spoke in an incomprehensible Muslim language, Ichimoku would unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

Because I thought it was fortunate that it was the enemy who died, not my allies.

As my concentration was fading, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

‘Since when did I become someone who rejoices at someone’s death?’

When I was a civil servant, I used to curse inwardly while being harassed by people who complained about my true nature.

However, no matter how much that opponent was, he would not have been able to rejoice in death.

Even after waking up, it was the same. Far from being happy about someone’s death, he couldn’t even think of killing anyone.

Even when he was first caught up in a conspiracy and almost died. Even when he fought Baek-cheon and Baek-cheon rolled his eyes and used dangerous methods.

I may have subdued him, but I never once thought about killing him.

So when did it start?

‘It’s similar to now.’

In the Magic Hall, when attacked by Allah’s fanatics.

With the sole intention of surviving, I cut them down without thinking.

Strangely enough, even though it was my first murder, I didn’t feel any resistance.

Perhaps, it was because the situation was similar to that time that the memories of that day kept creeping back.

‘It’s a distracting thought.’

As if trying to forcefully shake off his distracting thoughts, Ilmok roughly swung his Ascension Sword and clashed it with the fanatic’s sword.

bang!!!

Another explosion rang out, but beyond the explosion someone’s harsh scream erupted.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Ilmok, who was trying hard to hold back his gaze from passing by on its own, repeated to himself.

‘It’s a distraction! I have to kill this guy first!’

Why? As he tried to push himself, countless thoughts began to swirl through his head.

At some point.

– The term “realm of understanding” literally means a state of knowing (認) and realizing (解) something. And the “something” mentioned here does not simply mean martial arts.

Before Ilmok left for the Western Regions, the advice Cheonma had given him came to mind.

– You must know yourself.

At the time I heard the advice, it was like a Zen question, and I just thought, ‘Who am I? It’s me.’

But for some reason, Ichimoku couldn’t give the same answer as before.

‘Who am I?’

The moment the topic raised by Cheonma came to mind.

Naturally, the things he had experienced in the Western Regions came to his mind.

Memories of the Muslims I had seen and heard about in modern times, in order to trade with them.

While walking along the Silk Road, I was struck by a strange sentiment at the sight of ruins that had been left behind by the Yuan Dynasty.

A Goguryeo mural painted in the palace in Samarkand.

‘… Am I Ilmok? Or, Seo Ji-hoon?’