Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 496 Destiny is calling (8)

Tsutsutsutsu.

A red energy wavered from the body of Song Zheng Baek, who was sitting cross-legged.

The fluttering red energy created a bizarre dragon shape. It was not a dragon shape created with intention, but a dragon shape created naturally.

The martial art itself that I was learning was a form of art that could be created when I reached that level.

Looking at the energy flowing through Song Zheng Baek’s body tightly and tightly, we could see how high a level he had reached.

Flash!

Zheng Zhongbaek opened his eyes.

At the same time, the dragon swirling around its body slowly disappeared. Like a fantasy.

“Whoa.”

A feeling of frustration arose in the breath I exhaled.

“Is it a heart demon?”

For several days, I frantically swung my sword and repeated the Naegong exercise. It was a level of concentration that made me wonder if I had ever been so absorbed in martial arts in the past ten years.

However, even such martial arts training could not shake off the feeling of confusion.

Every Sim. Simma was certain.

Zhong Zhenbaek bit his lip.

If I didn’t practice martial arts, random thoughts kept coming to my mind. And those random thoughts reminded me of Seoryang’s expression and words.

– You can be a loud person in front of those who are weaker than you, but in front of those who are equal or stronger than you, you are a fool who only knows how to growl.

– Even if old man Dam or I are not here, you will never even dream of becoming the best in the world.

Quad deuk.

The ground caved in as my fingers clenched.

Zhong Zhenbaek’s eyes instantly became bloodshot.

“…cheeky!”

He first saw it when Xioliang was a small school.

The Seo-ryang I saw back then was just a young man full of potential.

Of course, his talent was sky-high and his unconventional actions were amazing, but he was a kid who had never experienced real political strife.

Yes. That part was just a pity.

Even though he personally led the conversation, I thought of him as a little monster that would shake up the midfield situation, but I never thought of him as a big monster that could change anything he wanted.

How great is that alone?

His own students were not up to par in martial arts or intelligence.

Standing in a position where even a disciple of the greatest genius of the four factions dared not look at him, he was already worthy of being called a monster.

How much has he grown now?

What did you see, what did you experience, and what did you take responsibility for?

When we met again, Seoryang had become a real monster.

The immaturity of the level he had achieved was inevitable, but he

achieved an equal match by using it as a genius combat ability and a ridiculous sense of practical combat, creating variables so extreme that one would think he was ignorant.

It was the same even in martial arts. It was a great thing in itself to get there before martial arts.

‘It’s impossible.’

I didn’t want to admit the remittance. The fact that a person has grown to that extent in just one year.

I couldn’t accept the fact that I could grow like that not only in martial arts but also mentally.

No, not exactly.

‘I was wrong?!’

You looked at the wrong person.

I looked at the character Seo-ryang by limiting his existence. Although he was born with a monstrous talent, he never thought of himself as being outside the standard.

Of course. People cannot grow like that. It is said that geniuses who know one thing and know ten things are sometimes born, but Seoryang was beyond even that level.

Song Sang-baek did not want to admit that he had misunderstood people or that heaven had dared to bring such a being into the world.

Cheeeeeeeek!

Red energy wavered from the Taecheon sword hanging on the wall. Zhong Zhenbaek’s pupils also burned red.

‘I am the absolute ruler of Sapa! My martial arts skills, my loyalty, and my greed will never be inferior to theirs…!’

It was then.

His pupils, which had been stained red due to the ink-blood monster dragon attack, regained their original color in an instant.

‘…’

Stone debris flowed from his tightly clenched fist.

‘I see.’

Zhong Zhenbaek closed his eyes.

A realization that suddenly shook my head. That realization gave a stark answer, laughing at the king of Sapa who could not even understand the simple answer.

“…I was already someone who could not be put on the same level as them.”

Because you lack ability? Or is it because it doesn’t exist?

Not like that.

No, maybe, but those things weren’t important.

As a member of the Kangho Three Kingdoms, Song Sangbaek was a worthy candidate who could compete with Damsayoung and Seoliang, but he fell short of the two in one factor.

‘greed.’

Yes.

When he first met Seo-ryang in his elementary school days, he was both surprised and delighted to see a monster-like talent he had not seen in a long time.

I found it fascinating that geniuses outside the standard could exist in this world.

Furthermore, for the first time in a long time, I felt my heart pounding as I heard the four words, “United to the world.”

I was able to feel my responsibility and destiny as the head of Sapa while watching Seoryang, who heated up the cold heart of the Absolute for an instant.

So when Dam Sa-young asked me to meet him, and when he asked me to hold his hand, I did.

When Lee Cheon-sang, the former leader of the Demonic Cult, asked me to come, I could not ignore the letter.

When Dam Sa-young, who had lost the foundation of Uicheonmaeng, contacted me again and asked me to join hands once again to plan the midfield, I could not refuse.

‘It shouldn’t have been that way.’

He was half-hearted.

It is not that I have a strong desire or that I am detached and involved in worldly affairs. As the Lord of the Iron Blood Castle, I was just busy being dragged around here and there, soaked in inertia.

‘If I had real greed, if I truly had a desire to lead my life, I wouldn’t have made such a foolish choice.’

What would it have been like if you had unlimited greed like Dam Sa-yeong or Seo-ryang?

He must have thought of acquiescing to Seoliang’s demands and at the same time killing him at will. Because it’s dangerous.

When Dam Sa-yeong asked to join hands, he would have gathered troops first before joining hands. Because it will be difficult.

When Lee Cheon-sang asked him to come, he probably ignored the letter. Because you can’t win.

If he had marched to Iron Blood Castle, he would have taken his main troops and fled. Like Dam Sa-young.

And when Dam Sa-young approached me and held my hand again. If he had been greedy even back then…

he would have smiled and held hands in the front, and trained with the Demonic Cult in the back to catch and kill Dam Sa-yeong. That persistent life will always be in danger.

“Hehehe.”

Song Sang-baek burst out in empty laughter.

I felt the pain that had been bothering me for the past six months disappearing in an instant. At the same time, a feeling of self-destruction even worse than Simma came over me.

“It has become a waste product.”

That’s what it means to live a strong life. That’s what it means to live as the master of the Kanghosamse.

He was only enjoying himself as the king of Sapa, but he was no longer the domineering king he used to be.

A tiger without teeth, a lion without claws.

It became a half-dragon, unable to fly or use magical powers, and crawled around on the floor like a snake.

“How ridiculous is this, the Lord of the Iron Blood Castle, who said he would chase his dream, but was busy being dragged around by those who were really pursuing that dream?”

Zheng Zhongbaek couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.

“Hahaha!”

There was a misery that could not be hidden in the loud laughter that seemed to echo through the sky.

What’s even funnier is that you can’t get off the carriage because it’s already going down the cliff. I don’t know where it ends, but I can’t get off.

because? Because he chose it.

Because countless lives living in Iron Blood Castle depend on the gambling card you choose.

“What kind of funny comedy is this! ha ha ha! You are not even qualified to teach students! Monarch? Hahaha!”

It was a scream that shed bloody tears. It was the despair of an absolute person who had finally seen clearly the atrocities he had committed.

How many times did we laugh like that?

A knock on the door rang out as the laughter slowly died down.

“Lord Seong.”

“…What’s going on?”

“A letter has arrived from the Central Army of the Iron King on the border of Hubei and Honam.”

Zhong Zhenbaek’s eyes sparkled.

“Listen.”

After receiving the letter from the military officer, he quickly opened it.

For a moment, his eyes shook as if there had been an earthquake.

“…what?!”

Surprisingly, it was Seo-ryang who sent the letter.

The hand holding the letter was trembling. Regardless of the content, the fact that the person who wrote and sent this letter was Seo-ryang was an indescribable shock to him.

But even for a moment.

‘….’

Song Zhongbaek took a deep breath softly.

He read each word in detail.

How long has it been like that?

Grumble!

Song Sang-baek, who had burned the letter through samadhi evolution, was lost in thought.

‘At this point? Why me?’

For a moment his eyes became cold.

‘Are you planning on hitting this side?’

It wasn’t accurate. In fact, no judgment could be said to be accurate in the current match.

‘Then…’

He joined hands with Dam Sa-young.

Did he join hands with the Demon Cult leader? What if this fact becomes known out there?

‘This will never happen. Damsayoung and I are already on the same boat. In this situation, there is no need to create seeds of conflict….’

It could have been avoided. The reason he met Seo-ryang was simply to hear what the enemy’s plans were. All I had to do was to complain again that I didn’t have that much faith.

The problem was his own mind.

‘What did he really intend? And am I willing to meet whatever his intentions are?’

Money transfer bag was hard work.

I thought hard and thought hard.

And after the separation, a decision was made.

* * *

“It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve been here.”

There was a time when I traveled around Hubei Province during my elementary school days. It was an area that was so busy that I couldn’t even look around properly.

Huh.

An uncomfortable energy wave flowed from Mudam’s body.

A secret energy wave that even a sane expert would not be able to notice. He was ready to strike with his sword at any time.

‘It’s definitely different.’

It is different from Honam.

As soon as I entered Hubei, I felt eyes watching me from all directions.

It was the moment when I recognized that it was clearly enemy territory. It was difficult to even count how much snow there was.

And more than half of those eyes were glowing with a subtle murderous glow.

‘You must have noticed.’

The Demonic Cult Master of the world appeared with only a carriage and a few people? It was something no one could easily believe.

Nevertheless, all eyes watching this direction were convinced. This meant that his eyes were sharp.

‘I don’t know when or what will happen.’

That was what Ma Dong-pil also felt. There was tension in his blunt expression that no one could notice.

But Seoliang was different.

Even though he must have felt the murderous intent more vividly than anyone else, he admired the scenery with excited eyes. It felt like my heart was made of steel.

“Hey water ghost.”

A look of discomfort appeared on Ki Jong-ui’s face.

“Why are you doing that?”

“I’m waiting at the gate. “I’ll go there once I finish my work.”

“You can’t do that.”

“You said you were going to meet my guest. Are you planning on sticking around there? “I’m sorry, but I can’t allow that.”

“Me too.”

“hmm?”

Ki Jong-ui spoke, emphasizing each word.

“I was ordered to bring you, and you agreed. “Then I will move with you no matter what.”

“Ohh?”

“I won’t ask you when to go. “But I can’t wait alone.”

“Even if my life is lost? Then you won’t be able to complete your mission?”

Ki Jong-ui’s eyes grew cold.

“There is a lot of water around here. “You could kill me, but at least you can take one person with you.”

He glanced at the king and his carriage.

“As a bonus, there are people and giant animals inside.”

“okay?”

“exactly.”

The exact cause will never be known. The position of martial arts achieved by Xiliang now.

Even if they are the same extreme horse, they probably don’t know that there is an absurd gap between them and that even if Ki Jong-ui trains for a lifetime, he may not be able to reach it.

However, his will seemed firm.

Xu Liang grinned.

“I like people with guts. Okay, let’s go together.”

“…Good.”

Xu Liang shrugged his shoulders.

“Actually, it could be a mistake. That person is so busy. “I might not see you today.”

today?

‘How many times does that mean they came and went?’

Who on earth is the guest I’m meeting?

It was then. From far away, a boy wearing a horse robe came running toward Seoryang.

Sreung.

Mudam and Ma Dongpil drew their swords halfway.

Xu Liang raised his hand.

“are you okay.”

After a while, the boy threw a letter in front of Seoryang and ran away.

Seo-ryang burst into laughter.

“Uh huh, it’s a new delivery method.”

Seoryang picked up the letter that fell on the floor and opened it.

He smiled coldly.

“…As expected, I like people with guts.”

A person who competed in the battle of his life in Zhejiang.

Seoliang, the greatest warrior in the world at the time, was another military god who found it difficult to discuss victory or defeat without throwing himself into the fight.

It was a letter from the Lord of the Iron Blood Castle, Song Zheng Baek.