Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 427



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 427

Old people don’t die (2)

Dementia.

A terrible disease that slowly erases the knowledge and memories that a person has accumulated throughout their life.

A disease that makes it impossible to remember who you were, and even causes you to lose your dignity as a human being.

The old people, who had been suffering from the side effects of aging and magic, had their memories jumbled and regressed to their childhood, but now it seemed as if they had come back to their full sanity.

Memories of people and things were different depending on the time.

One day, you may encounter something new that you didn’t know before, and even the same person may appear slightly different depending on the time.

However, their faith, which began in childhood, has been built up throughout their lives.

No matter how far back in time they went in their lives, their loyalty to the church never changed.

“Die!!”

They were mortal enemies who dared to drive the new religion into the barren land of Xinjiang. When they faced the royal dog, they transformed into brave warriors and each began to brandish their weapons.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

A huge crescent moon-shaped sword energy flew out riding on the sword swung by an old man.

“Haaaah!”

The path of an old man who ran towards the center of the enemy lines was filled with a majestic spirit.

But despite the old men’s ominous demeanor and terrifying magic, the royal guards did not react in fear.

“What are you guys doing!! Do you plan on being defeated by a bunch of senile traitors!”

As the shouts of Commander Mo Gyu-pil erupted, the guards in various places brandished their weapons and confronted the elderly.

The various martial arts books in the imperial library. And the people who used the imperial power to gain strength by obtaining elixirs from all over the Central Plains were the Jinuiwi.

All the white people here were at least at the peak of their power, and there were many who were at the peak of their power.

In various places, the elders of Dohwaryeong and the Geumuiwi are engaged in melee.

The old man, who had come up to Mo Gyu-pil without him noticing, looked at him with an indifferent look and opened his mouth.

“It looks like you are this old man’s share.”

Mo Gyu-pil frowned and asked at the prayer of an old man who was no less than his own.

“The name of a gang of traitors will eventually disappear into the back alleys of history. Before I kill you, I will personally hear your name.”

It was Mo Gyu-pil who questioned the fact that there was a master among his classmates that he had not been able to identify.

The old man laughed heartily at that question.

“Hahaha. Asking the name of an old man whose name you have forgotten. How foolish. When you go to King Yeomra, tell him that the Lord of the Peach Blossoms sent you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly attacked Mo Gyu-pil and swung his sword.

It was a quick, powerful, and sharp blow that aimed precisely at the vital point.

visor!

Mogyupil easily blocked that clean surprise attack.

But even though the first surprise attack failed, the old man was not discouraged.

The old man continued his attacks naturally, as if he had anticipated such a situation.

Mogyupil felt slightly embarrassed.

‘You don’t feel any particular characteristics in the forensic science?’

The old man’s swordsmanship was strange.

Sometimes he would swing a heavy sword like a man who mainly trained with a strong sword, but at other times he would smoothly rotate and change his path like a shaman, and at other times he would unleash a complex illusion sword that created various illusions in the air.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Taking advantage of the gap in attention that was left by the illusion, a fearsome sword flew towards the vital point.

“Tsk.”

Since he couldn’t just be dragged around like this, Mo Gyu-pil held his tongue and took a big step back while swinging his sword in the air.

Wedge!

Then, the energy held in his sword stretched out like a stick of candy and swept across the wide space in front of him.

The Dohwaryungju easily dodged the strong energy by flying with his light body, but when the old man’s body landed on the ground again.

“Haat!”

Mo Gyu-pil, who had come out to attack from the front again, started to attack in return and started swinging his sword roughly.

The old man who has worshipped the human god Cheonma all his life and the military officer who has been loyal to the eunuch Taegonggong are united.

“Haat!”

Mogyupil’s sword flew towards the old man’s neck.

It really wasn’t a swing intended to cut off the neck in this incident.

The old man’s swordsmanship was strange, and he could swing his sword freely in any movement or situation.

It was a swing intended to break down the old man’s posture even a little.

However, the old man’s response to that sword was beyond Mo Gyu-pil’s expectations.

Absurdly, the old man thrust his sword towards Mo Gyu-pil’s heart without even evading or defending.

He displayed extreme swordsmanship as if he wanted to die quickly.

Mo Gyu-pil, who was startled, quickly turned around, and the old man’s sword passed over his chest as if it was slicing past.

Of course, Mogyupil’s sword also passed through the old man’s neck.

“Heh heh heh.”

While blood flowed down the back of his neck, the old man burst into laughter as if he was enjoying himself.

“You must be afraid of dying.”

The old man opened his mouth as if he had realized something.

Wedge-shaped.

This time, we take the offensive against Mogyu-pil.

The old man’s face, which had seemed calm until then, had a smile on it for some reason.

It was a smile that didn’t match his age, like a mischievous child.

“What should I do with this?”

visor!

“How unfair it would be for a man with such a bright future to die with this old man who is just waiting for his day to die.”

The old man’s black mask was blatant, along with his teasing remarks.

Ignoring defense, he only targeted Mo Gyu-pil’s vital points.

It was a blatant suggestion that they die together.

Mogyupil’s face slowly turned red.

It wasn’t just because the blood rushed to my body as I was forced to move in a hurry.

It was because the old man’s teasing hit the nail on the head.

His survival instinct unknowingly turned his sword towards him.

Instead of swinging his sword to target the old man’s obvious weak spot, he kept swinging his sword for defense.

Was it because of the old man’s teasing? For some reason, that fact made him feel ashamed.

Even as Mo Gyu-pil’s face turned red, the old man continued his provocation.

“How can a dog of the royal family care about its own life?”

“Isn’t a true loyal dog willing to give up its life for its master?”

“Now I see that it wasn’t a dog, but a fox cub! A fox that bites the back of its owner’s head at any time! Hahahaha!”

When the Lord of Dohwa trampled on his loyalty with words, sparks flew into Mo Gyu-pil’s eyes.

“Shut up!!”

As the old man’s sword flies towards his neck.

Mo Gyu-pil also willingly swung his sword towards the old man’s neck, as if he was willing to choose Dong Gwi-jin.

In Mogyupil’s eyes, he could see the old man’s sword approaching his neck at every moment.

As certain death approached, the flow of the world naturally felt slower.

‘Is this really how I’m going to die?’

In the slow-moving world, such a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

All the hardships, evil deeds, and secret plots he has committed throughout his life come to mind.

‘Are you saying that you did all these things just for this death?’

The future he had wanted. The image of him rising to the top through the backing of Taekonggong and enjoying wealth and honor is fading away like fog.

‘No! I can live! I can live by killing only the old man!’

In the slowed world, he quickly turned his body and moved his sword.

He was planning to turn the sword and throw the old man’s sword, then cut off his neck unilaterally.

However, unlike his brain that was spinning furiously, his body was still trapped in a slow and bursting world.

While screaming for survival and turning the sword into a sword.

Late, the eyes of the Dohwaryungju were fully reflected in Mo Gyu-pil’s eyes.

There was not a shred of doubt or anxiety in the old man’s eyes.

The old man seemed to really intend to die together, as he swung his sword straight along the optimal path.

Unlike his sword, which twisted and turned sharply.

Then, Mo Gyu-pil’s own image was reflected in the old man’s confident eyes.

That face, terrified.

‘No way…?’

While questioning his own face, which was terrified and seen for the first time in his life.

‘When did it happen…?’

In the slowed world, the old man’s sword met his neck.

Crunch!

With a sharp, cutting sound, a tidal wave of terrible pain washed over his mind.

* * *

Bam.

Looking down at the man’s head that had been neatly cut off and fallen to the floor, Dohwaryungju opened her mouth softly.

“How foolish.”

The old man, who had just given his concise opinion, immediately touched the acupoint with his left hand and stopped the blood flowing from his neck.

Mogyupil’s sword also touched the old man’s neck just as sharply.

The only problem was that it was a little slower than the old man’s sword because it was turned on in the middle.

If he had swung his sword without any hesitation, they would have surely died together.

However, the man’s sword, which had been loyal to wealth, fame, and personal advancement, wavered at the end. He was defeated by his survival instinct.

Only pure faith. No, unlike that of the old man who devoted his whole life to fanaticism.

The old man, who had cut off the enemy general’s head, turned around.

A melee was unfolding.

To help the elderly who, like himself, had devoted their lives to fanaticism, the Dohwaryungju was willing to sacrifice himself.

Crunch!

“Ugh… .”

The intrusion of a master of a different level who has reached the level of the world.

“Comrade, our commander has died in battle!”

In addition, as the news of their leader’s defeat spread, the morale of the royal guards began to plummet.

No, the death of the commanding comrade merely fanned the flames of the fear that had been building up and being suppressed.

Just like Dohwaryungju, the other elders were also fighting as if their own deaths were not even in their sights.

Some of the royal guards, who had become exhausted from the fierce battle, eventually began to escape the melee and flee for their survival.

“Ugh. Ugh.”

‘We must inform the imperial family of this fact. The fact that old monsters were hiding in Shi, Xinjiang!’

Deceiving ourselves with the false pretext of ‘having to convey information’.

After leaving the battlefield, I ran like crazy for a while.

“!?”

A strange sight appeared before the eyes of the King’s Royal Guard as they fled from the battlefield.

For some reason, a chaotic battle unfolded before his eyes. The battlefield he had clearly turned his back on and fled from.

The startled Geumuiwi turned around again and started running in the opposite direction.

Take a moment to fully launch yourself into the opposite direction.

“… … .”

Once again, the battlefield from earlier began to draw closer.

The only difference was that the number of friendly corpses piled up there had doubled, and there were no more friendly forces left to resist.

Is it because silence has fallen on the battlefield?

Jjang.

The sound of tiny beads pierced his ears.

“ah…?”

The man turned his head with a bewildered expression.

There, there was an old man shaking a cane with a lot of dangling spirits on it.

An old man who came to stop the Geumuiwi together with the Dohwaryungju.

The old man was the head of the An family, one of the five great families of the Demonic Cult.

From the beginning of the battle, he had been secretly casting spells and preparing formations nearby.

A formation that makes you return to the battlefield even after leaving it.

The reason for preparing this covert formation instead of a formation that would directly harm the enemies was simple.

As the saying goes, “Even a cornered mouse will bite a cat,” if there is hope that they can escape, the enemy’s resistance will weaken.

“You are the last one.”

The Lord of the Peach Blossoms approached the last rat with an indifferent expression.

“Oh, oh my god… .”

The rat, who realized the truth too late, swung his sword in a final desperate attempt.

Crunch!

It was too much of an opponent for the rat left alone to face.