Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 295
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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 295
Divine Power (3)
Did you ever think of a question that shouldn’t be asked?
Now that it has reached a mature state, the side effects of the Talhonmujeonggeom that had almost disappeared are starting to boil over.
The magic spread throughout his body and he ran wild like a wild horse.
“Try to entertain me a little more!!”
bang!!
Every time I tried to block the fanatic’s swinging sword, his rampage only grew more violent.
Is it because I have already been swallowed up by waves of distracting thoughts? Is it because my internal wounds are piling up?
Even though he was pushed to the crossroads of life and death, Ichimoku could not fall into a state of selflessness like before.
Instead, memories of the past kept coming back to him.
Memories of the spread of a new religion called Mireukmyungyo in the Central Plains.
Memories of punishing evildoers in the name of the Maitreya religion.
Go ahead.
– How, the soul of another… .
The moment the words the elder of the Blood Cult muttered as if they were a will came to mind.
Ilmok finally realized it.
‘Was it like that?’
Why was it that even though he had sufficient enlightenment about martial arts, he could not reach the Inhaengyeong?
Why didn’t he feel any remorse even after committing murder?
Since some time ago, he had been looking down on everything from Seo Ji-hoon’s perspective.
Although he was immersed in life as a daily routine, the main character was Seo Ji-hoon.
Yeah, like controlling a character in a game.
That’s why I didn’t want someone close to me to die. It would be a shame if a character I’d been working with died.
I didn’t feel any emotion when I killed someone. I don’t think anyone would feel uncomfortable killing a villain in a game.
Maybe it was some kind of self-defense mechanism.
A wall created without one’s knowledge in order to erase the aversion to the first murder.
At this very moment.
It was the first time that Ichimoku realized the existence of the wall.
bang!!
Ichimoku, who had once again blocked the fanatic’s attack, vomited blood due to intense nausea.
“Ugh.”
It wasn’t because of the internal injuries caused by the coin possession.
The moment I faced the reality that had been blocking me with a wall, terrible sensations came rushing in.
The screams and the smell of blood from countless villains I’ve killed. The sensation that pierced their necks and hearts.
The moment he realized that he had killed over a hundred people, an indescribable sense of rejection enveloped his entire body.
‘Am I… a murderer?’
The fanatic’s sword flies towards the half-souled face of Ichimoku.
But that song didn’t capture the essence of the song.
visor!
Zaphir, who had struck down an arrow that had flown in from somewhere, looked somewhere with eyes filled with anger.
“How dare you interfere with this sacred duel!!”
Zaphir, who had shouted like that, swung his sword repeatedly into the air, and the aura formed from his sword bent strangely and flew somewhere.
Ilmok, still with his eyes blank, followed the pottery he had created.
There, there was Jeonghyeon, who shot an arrow at Zafir.
Just like back in the days of the Magic Hall, when I protected Ichimoku from the leader of the fanatics.
The sword that Zaphir had shot flew towards her.
“… … .”
A woman with a cold expression and an indifferent expression stood in front of him without any signs of courage.
bang!!
With her hands wrapped in cold air, she blocked Zaphir’s swords one after another.
“Coolook.”
It was difficult to overcome the difference in level of difficulty, so he ended up coughing up blood with a light cough.
But even while suffering internal injuries, Jin Ha-yeon opened her mouth boldly.
“Confucius, open your eyes.”
Her eyes were fixed on Ilmok, as if Ilmok had saved her from the demon.
It wasn’t just her. Jeong-Hyeon also looked at Ilmok’s eyes and then aimed his bow at Zaphir again.
“Confucius!!”
Just like in the past, Joo Seo-yeon was also running towards Ilmok as if she would take the stab at him.
As expected, with eyes filled with impudent purpose.
Only then did Ichimoku look around.
Thanks to them, I had some free time to look around, even if just for a little while.
‘Everyone, you’re alive.’
The screams heard from all sides were all those of the enemies.
They were all covered in wounds and blood all over their bodies, and they were fighting with fewer men because the seriously injured had retreated.
No one was seen dead right now.
Only then did the plan come to mind.
Why has he taken the lives of over a hundred people so far?
To protect them. And to punish the most evil people who do not treat fellow humans as human beings.
– Do you think that’s an excuse?
At that moment, Simma spoke to Ichimoku’s mind.
– And you killed all the people you could just subdue?
Simma asked why he did not pursue non-killing, as the Buddha taught.
In response to Simma’s question, Ilmok didn’t make any particular excuses.
The lame excuse that I was secretly treating this world like a game was no longer valid.
Instead, Ichimoku once again spat out the blood that was rising up through his throat.
“Kaaaak. Phew. If they were good guys who would be saved, I wouldn’t have killed them.”
– Are you judging others in any way? Do you feel like you have gained power or become a god?
At Simma’s question, Ichimoku smiled bitterly. Before he knew it, he had returned to his usual calm gaze.
“God is freezing to death.”
If he were God, he wouldn’t have had to go through all this trouble.
As Ilmok continued to mutter to himself, Zaphir frowned and looked at him.
“Tsk. I’ve been feeling this way for a while now, but I guess I’ve gone crazy.”
It was because I had a gut feeling that the fight to become a great warrior would end in vain.
“Once I kill all the pagans, maybe God will grant me enlightenment.”
As Zaphir swings his sword at Ichimoku again to finish the temple.
Ilmok, who was observing the aura of the Talhonmujeonggeom running wild here and there, burst into laughter.
“It might as well be better.”
Zafir’s eyes, which were about to frown at his continued monologue, soon turned red with bewilderment.
“!?”
The moment the maddened leader of the pagans clashed with his sword, his sword began to scream.
Ki-ki-ki-ki-ki-ki!
The sword of the pagan leader, which clashed with the sword that was screaming as if it would explode at any moment, was imbued with a strange energy.
Rather than a strong wind, it is something that looks like a lightning bolt.
It was sword thunder.
It was a scene where the magical energy of the Talhonmujeonggeom reached its limit and he simply used that energy to unleash a sword lightning strike.
Just like in the past, when my blood ran wild.
But, it was different then.
Because it felt like the magic that ran wild like a mad wild horse strangely followed his orders meekly. Unlike the past when he had barely managed to hold on.
visor!
Several exchanges of glances, one with a calm expression and the other with eyes filled with confidence.
Zafir’s eyes shook violently at the sudden change in his opponent’s skills and attitude.
‘Why are you giving me this ordeal!!’
He soon returned with an expression that left no room for doubt.
‘Yes! This is God’s will! To overcome this ordeal and be reborn as a great warrior!’
But contrary to his determined expression.
Ding!!
Zaphir’s sword shattered into pieces, unable to withstand the power of the lightning.
Pot!
Zaphir, who threw the half-finished sword as if he was memorizing it, quickly flew towards another sword lying on the floor.
It was the song of a subordinate who fell to the ground dead.
The moment Zaphir, who had lost his master and was holding the sword, rose again to continue the holy war.
Ding!!
There was an ominous roar, and shards of gray light filled his vision.
“Ahhhh. Oh my god… .”
As he stared at the fragments of light with an expression of ecstasy, the baptism of God poured down on his body.
Kwajik!!
Zaphir, whose entire body was instantly slashed by hundreds of shards of steel, briefly wandered in search of God beyond his blurred vision.
dump.
The body, with its soul removed, collapsed on the desert sand, covered in blood.
Ilmok looked at the corpse in a miserable state for a moment, then turned his head and looked around.
The fanatics who had been attacking the Black Tiger members were looking at the corpses of Ilmok and Zaphir with blank expressions.
“Oh, this can’t be happening.”
“Zapir is suffering….”
What was absurd was that the Black Tiger members were also looking at Ilmok with blank expressions.
chuck.
Ichimoku raised his Ascension Sword towards the sky with a look of approval.
Wheeing.
The magical energy of the still rampant Talhonmujeonggeom gathered towards the Ascension Sword.
Who am I?
When Simma asked him the question again, Ilmok answered with a calm expression.
“Who are you? It’s me.”
I was just being me.
Yes, he was Ilmok, and he was Seo Ji-hoon.
The tables have just turned.
Now, I no longer look down on Il-mok as Seo Ji-hoon. I just live as Il-mok, who retains the memories of his past life as Seo Ji-hoon.
Because this place where he was living now was reality.
He was no longer living in a peaceful modern age. He was living in a barbaric age where laws, morals, and norms were vaguely established.
– Do you think that’s an excuse?
At Simma’s question, Ichimoku chuckled and burst into laughter.
“Excuses will freeze you to death.”
At the same time, the energy gathered in the Ascension Sword soon split into strands, forming hundreds of thin sword energy that looked like threads.
As the name of the Cheonmanghoehoe Soibulsil suggests, a net formed by the sword energy that escaped the Ascension Sword spread out in all directions.
It was a strange skill.
Originally, the Thousand-Wall Sword that Ichimoku used would escape his control if the sword energy moved even a single jang away, but that wasn’t the case anymore.
I could clearly feel each and every strand of black energy that had escaped into the distance.
Whirlwind.
It was really like a thread, moving around in a winding manner, avoiding the Black Tiger members and flying straight towards the fanatics.
And those who came into contact with the net created by Ilmok were, instead of being captured, completely mutilated.
Ichimoku watched calmly, as if he was watching dozens of people being killed by just one of the techniques he had used.
No, even without seeing it with his eyes, the sensation of each and every sword slicing through his skin was being transmitted to Ichimoku.
‘Yes. This is reality.’
They were all his own killers, just as they had been in the past.
‘All those things, I did.’
Even as the hairs on his entire body stood on end at the creepy sensation of cutting something down, Ichimoku did not put his sword away.
Whether it’s for someone or to punish evil.
Such excuses were meaningless.
The sight of Muslims being swept away seemed to overlap with the past.
The Black Swordsmen and Blood Cults I saw in the Central Plains, and the Huai Muslims I encountered while visiting the Western Regions.
This world was a semi-lawless place, a world where the powerful massacred the weak.
That is why I will continue to swing my sword boldly in the future.
Because it was a world where force was necessary to achieve what one believed was right.
That is why I will keep their deaths in my sight.
So as not to become a monster who solves everything with force.
He will wield his sword, enduring the death he has created so far and the death he will create in the future.
I won’t pretend to be good and turn away from reality by making excuses all the time.
The last net created by Ichimoku pierced through the last fanatic.
“Phew.”
Ichimoku, who had put away the Sword of Ascension, sat down on the floor and sat cross-legged.
He recognized everything, and decided to accept everything completely. His own contradictions. Even the ugliness.
Because all of that was just me.
at that time.
“Heavenly Horse has arrived!!”
“Manmaangbok!!”
The followers of the Cheonmasingyo sect, who had witnessed the divine power of Ilmok, began to bow to the floor and search for the god without anyone saying anything.
But even that loud noise did not reach Ichimoku’s ears.
Before he knew it, he was wandering in a state of no-mind, and countless natural spirits were rushing toward him.
Black Tiger Leader Gu Yang-hyeok, who was watching the wondrous sight, turned his head without realizing it and looked at Bu-dan-ju.
‘He was said to be the future god of our new religion. Perhaps we are witnessing the spectacle of a human being growing into a god.’
While Goo Yang-hyeok was thinking about such feelings, he was able to confirm later that some women were approaching Ilmok.
Jin Ha-yeon and Joo Seo-yeon, as if they were doing what they were supposed to do, approached Ilmok and began to protect him.
“this.”
Only then did Gu Yang-hyeok realize what he had to do.
The leader of the Daecheonmasingyo military corps was absentmindedly praising in the midst of such an urgent situation.
“Start treating the seriously injured! And those who are still somewhat healthy, be on guard! Do not allow even a single ant to interfere with Confucius’s enlightenment!”
At Gu Yang-hyeok’s instructions, the Black Tiger members who had been bowing nonstop toward Ilmok belatedly came to their senses and began to move in unison.
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