Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 296



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 296

The Sect of Evil (1)

His body was lifted into the air by the aftermath of the natural wind that enveloped him.

Even for those who have not learned martial arts and those who do not have a keen sense of qi, a strong wind blows around him.

Suddenly.

Ichimoku’s body began to twist and reconstruct.

Led by Jin Ha-yeon, the women escort him, while the Black Tiger members each treat themselves or stand guard around the area.

“… … .”

Those who had been sold into slavery were watching the scene with dumbfounded expressions.

As if witnessing a natural wonder for the first time.

One of them is a middle-aged man.

James, who was a deckhand on a ship in England but was attacked by pirates and turned into a slave, thought:

I wonder if the author is really someone like myself.

When he was first attacked by Muslims, he was terrified and looked for God.

Although he was not a devout believer, like most Europeans, he took for granted the existence of Jesus Christ and God.

He was overcome with fear as he recalled the time he had been attacked by pirates, but soon realized that things were going strangely wrong.

Those who bought them as slaves are doing their best to protect them.

For the followers of the Cheonmasin religion, which holds the motto of protecting all living beings and punishing evildoers, this was only natural.

From the perspective of those sold into slavery, it must have been an unfamiliar situation in many ways.

While they were watching the battle, not knowing what to do, a typhoon swept before their eyes.

A typhoon created by two humans.

Sand flew and an explosive noise echoed as the young man who appeared to be the leader of those who had bought them clashed with the leader of the attackers.

‘How can a human have such power…?’

It was a familiar sight to James, the deckhand. When he fired the cannons on board the ship, something similar to that came out.

The problem was that humans could create firepower comparable to that of a firearm with just one sword.

‘… It’s like seeing a wizard I’ve only heard of through rumors.’

For a moment, I watched the wondrous fight in a half-absent mind.

Lightning struck the young man’s sword, splitting into hundreds of filaments and tearing apart the heads of his enemies.

But the truly amazing thing happened right after that.

Countless beams of light spread out, riding on the young man’s sword raised high into the sky.

Crunch!

Crunch!

A chilling sound of bloodshed echoed from all directions, and the Muslims who had attacked them began to be cut down simultaneously.

James opened his mouth wide in amazement at the sight that defied common sense.

Those who are treated as living legends, who have only been heard of through word of mouth. People like the great British naval admirals or the commanders of the Knights Templar belonging to the Vatican, would they really be able to display such inhumane inaction?

The young man who had displayed divine powers that surpassed humanity immediately collapsed on the ground, and reached the present.

A young man, his body twisted here and there, engulfed in a violent flow of mana that was visible even to his eyes, despite his lack of proper martial arts training.

For some reason, to James’ eyes, it seemed as if humans were evolving into another species, like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly.

But it didn’t feel sacred.

Centered around the man transforming into a feather, the red light reflected in the soft moonlight created an eerie atmosphere.

More than a hundred corpses were strewn about, mutilated and broken, and the normally yellow sand of the desert had been dyed red.

So, without knowing it, James defined that existence in his own way.

“…Adversary.”

I wonder if this is the moment when a human evolves into a demon king.

James, who had been uttering that horrible nickname that only appears in legends, quickly covered his mouth with his hand, fearing that someone might have heard.

At that very moment.

Whew.

With the last faint sound of the wind, the fierce flow of mana that had surrounded the young man dispersed.

Flash.

As soon as the being that had finished shedding its skin opened its eyes.

“Heavenly Horse has arrived!!”

“Manmaangbok!!!”

Those who had protected him bowed down to the young man again and shouted at him.

Like fanatics who worship the Demon King.

* * *

“Phew.”

As he opened his eyes with a light breath, he saw the Black Tiger members worshipping him.

Ilmok, who had become an idol worshipper, scratched his head and got up.

Because I never really thought of myself as a god.

“I appreciate your patience.”

“Go, thank you. Go, Your Majesty.”

At Jin Ha-yeon and Jeong Hyeon’s congratulations, Ilmok smiled faintly.

“Thank you.”

Ilmok, who was observing the inside while going through a complete transformation, could tell.

Now, he was the only one left inside him. Seo Ji-hoon and Ilmok. The self of the Talhonmujeonggeom. It was as if the three selves that had been divided into three had merged into one.

‘Your physical condition isn’t bad either.’

During the process of transformation, the internal injuries were completely healed.

But I didn’t feel like anything had improved physically.

In the first place, he was born with a ‘natural body’ that was acknowledged by the Heavenly Demon, and thanks to receiving the Heavenly Demon’s bee-smoke, most of his blood vessels were activated.

Perhaps because he already possessed the ultimate physical strength and bloodline, it didn’t take that long for him to transform.

But I had no regrets. I could intuitively tell that I had reached a whole new level.

There was no significant difference in physical abilities, such as muscle or bone shape.

Everything around me felt so detailed that it felt as if it was touching my body.

It wasn’t just a concept of my senses becoming more acute. Rather, it felt like my existence in this world had become more expansive.

‘He said that even if it was weak, he could communicate with the world through his will.’

Ilmok, who thought back on the concept of the realm called Inhae-gyeong that Cheonma had explained to him, nodded once and started walking in some direction.

He headed towards the direction where the men of the Majid family were gathered.

“Oh, okay.”

“Yes, yes!”

At Ilmok’s call, Ohallak was startled and approached, interpreting what Ilmok was saying.

“They seem to be from Merv, but can you guess which family they are?”

In response to the question of the first eye, they briefly conversed among themselves in the language of Islam. One of them spoke as a representative.

“I heard one of them mention the name ‘Zafir’. Perhaps the enemy leader was the famous Zafir.”

“Zapir? Is that a famous name around here?”

“He is known as the greatest warrior in Merv, and is a warrior of the Omar family.”

“Omar, go.”

At a glance, I could get a rough idea of ​​how things were going.

‘You buy things at particularly expensive prices. I guess you planned it this way from the beginning.’

The inference that had been made up to that point was asked again.

“So how much power do you think the Omar family has left? Aren’t there quite a few deaths here?”

“Zafir was a warrior who was like a symbol of the Omar family. With Zafir and over a hundred others dead, it seems that at least half of their strength has been lost.”

Ilmok nodded at the man’s answer and approached Gu Yang-hyeok.

“My lord, Black Tiger.”

“Please speak at your convenience, Confucius.”

Although they were respectful to each other, for some reason, Goo Yang-hyeok greeted Ilmok with a much more polite attitude.

“It’s easier for me to just say it like I am now.”

Since it was uncomfortable to even talk to a middle-aged person, Ichimoku decided to just let it go.

“It seems like those who attacked us came from Merv.”

After telling the man from the Majid family the information he had heard, Ichimoku turned around and pointed with his finger towards the carts and wagons carrying the slaves.

For some reason, the people in the cart and carriage looked startled by that gesture.

Ilmok tilted his head once and spoke to Gu Yang-hyeok.

“After we load the seriously injured people there, we plan to go back to Merv.”

“Get ready, I will tell you.”

Goo Yang-hyeok did not ask about Ilmok’s intentions separately.

Even though there was a high chance of a fight breaking out if they went back, the seriously injured could be put at risk.

Ichimoku also knew that fact, but there was a reason why he chose to go back to Merv.

‘Even if a battle breaks out, there’s almost no chance of our side suffering any damage.’

It was not that they arrogantly believed in their own abilities. Rather, it was the other way around that believed.

In addition, I thought it would be better to recover a little in Merv and then depart rather than leading the seriously injured troops on a five-day trek to Samarkand.

Meanwhile, Goo Yang-hyeok gave Ilmok’s instructions to the members of the Black Tiger Corps.

“We will return to Merv! The seriously wounded will be moved by cart and carriage, and those who can move themselves will be prepared!”

While the Black Tiger members were moving in unison, Ilmok and Ohallak headed to the place where the slaves were loaded.

“We need to carry the seriously injured, so you must follow us on foot now.”

As Ohallak interpreted the words of Ilmok, the nomadic slaves quickly stood up and got down from their carts and wagons.

Even the white and black slaves who could not speak the language were quickly rising up to follow the nomads.

‘what?’

A few hours ago, when the Black Tiger members were teaching them how to read, they had shown no motivation at all, but I couldn’t understand why they had become so energetic.

* * *

Ambitious vision.

Braving the sandstorm, Ilmok and his party began to return the way they came.

The slaves had to walk on their own, so they were given all the shackles from their legs, but for some reason, they obediently followed the Black Tigers.

Meanwhile, their eyes, glancing at each other from time to time, were filled with a mixture of fear and awe.

Because he was a person with a keen sense of humor who had grown more and more sensitive, he could not miss their gaze.

‘… I guess I killed a lot.’

I thought maybe he was scared because of the battle a little while ago.

‘Ugh. It’s more comfortable this way right now, so I guess there’s nothing I can do.’

The situation was not conducive to resolving the misunderstanding through words.

I thought that if we went to the headquarters together and spent time there, the misunderstanding would be resolved.

After that, I continued walking through the desert for a long time.

As day broke, the walls of Merv came into view in the distance, and it was not until noon that they reached them.

Perhaps it was because those who had left the city around noon yesterday had returned in such a shabby state. The soldiers guarding the walls reacted with surprise.

When the man from Majid’s house came forward and explained the whole story of how they had been attacked by ‘bandits’, the soldiers soon cleared the way.

The first place they headed to upon entering Merv was a huge mansion located in one place in Merv.

The mansion of the Molk family, one of the powerful families in the Merv Council.

The man from the Majid family spoke to the guard at the entrance to the mansion.

“The merchants from the East have something important to tell the head of the Molk family. Please tell them that they have come to propose a deal that will be of great help to the Molk family.”

The message conveyed by the man of the Majid family was what Ilmok had relayed to Ohallaq while they were traveling to Merv.

Soon one of the guards entered the Molk House, and soon a middle-aged man appeared with the guard.

“Please come inside.”

Following the middle-aged man, they entered the Molk House and stopped in front of a large door.

“Only representatives can meet privately.”

At the words of the middle-aged man who guided them, Ilmok entered the room accompanied only by an interpreter.

“I am Ahmed, the head of the Molk family.”

In response to the greeting from the head of the household sitting at the head of the table, Ichimoku lightly bowed with a lottery ticket and then opened his mouth.

“It is said to be the first step of the Cheonmyeong Sangdan.”

“Hmm. I know you sold all your goods and left the city, but I wonder what kind of deal you are offering us.”

At Ahmed Molk’s words, Ichimoku smiled faintly and asked a silly question.

“What do you think about the Omar family, known as the greatest family in Merv?”

Ahmed frowned at the question.

“What is the point of asking me that now?”

“Last night. We were attacked by that Omar family.”

Ilmok answered as if there was nothing to hide, then turned his head and looked at Ohalak.

Ohallak opened the lid of the chest he had been carrying since entering the room.

“!!!”

The head of the household opened his eyes wide as he checked the contents of the box.

There, in the room, was the severed head of a human being.