Chapter 116 – 116 – There Must Be a Reason for This.
The rules of Cheonmu Gaekjan, which martial artists complain about being tight, are actually quite common sense.
Don’t swing knives in the hallway. Do not get angry and hit each other with a barrel while discussing the matter.
Don’t break the window. Don’t pee on the bedding. Running away without paying is a bad thing.
Customers, do you want to see how crazy we are?
Of course, it is a bit harsh to have an assassin follow you around all day and night as a reward for violating the law, but that is because of the principle of non-aggression against government affairs.
Unlike ordinary businesses, where customers who are upset about the truth can be reported to the authorities, public authorities do not come to Murimin’s business premises.
“A group like Shingyo is running a guesthouse business, so they are living under the stranglehold of Hwaeong-gok. People talk like that, but if you think about it differently, in fact, the guesthouse business is a show of power. They have the ability to suppress the truth. “You can also do business.”
“···Then what about that one?”
The Shingyo warrior, who had shown his successor a lot of affection for the church, turned his head to follow the direction indicated by his successor.
Another roof is spreading above the roof of the guest house. A huge red dragon stood on the building and spread its wings.
Parts of the shattered roof tiles fell near them with a crash. The two Shingyo warriors felt pride blooming in their rooms as they rode on such a monster and only that much was destroyed while the rest was intact.
Squeezing my bladder and suppressing my fear.
[Sorry. Because work is urgent!]
Nidroga, on the other hand, could not be proud. Because he was angry at himself for having his comrade stolen right under his nose.
Nidrogar, carrying his comrades on his back, soared into the sky, creating a fierce wind.
[I’ll ask you at the dragon’s nest!]
“···Where?”
“What is that?”
The warriors in the guest room muttered in despair at the dragon’s words. And I was even more embarrassed when I saw the arrows of the new religion rushing out after the dragon like lightning.
Are the assassins of Shinkyo still trying to collect money for the roof from such a monster?
Will we see today the legendary scene where the cult’s elite confront the monsters of the West?
It soon became clear that they had romanticized the situation too much. In less than a minute, the entire guesthouse was on alert.
The martial arts people belonging to the new religion were horrified to hear that their leader had been kidnapped by assailants and took up arms.
And the rest of the Murim people…
“Some bastard took our 10 million won bounty!”
“···When did it go up like that?”
“Does it matter? Come out now!”
———–
“How on earth did you not notice until now? He looks exactly like that Waldenhardt!”
Morgan, who was watching the trend through a telescope, pulled out her hair and shouted.
Garam, riding on Nidroga’s back with the extermination party, gritted her teeth as she made eye contact with her older sister.
“There is no smell. Even though he was standing right in front of us disguised as a Shinyo warrior, neither our father nor we noticed!”
“Fooling Shingyo’s eyes right in front of him? He even invaded the dragon’s nest right away. What on earth is he doing?”
Eshen grunted and threw up his hands. As instructed by Monica.
Clinging tightly to Nidroga’s horn, Monica caressed her Eshen’s body and erased her wounds. She occasionally scolded me, asking why the sisters fight so viciously.
“That’s right. Besides, what kind of confidence does it give you to think that you can repel Nidroga’s pursuit with something like a carriage?”
“···I think I deserved to be confident.”
Leni muttered confusedly. Morgan and Isilun quickly bowed their heads over Nidroga’s huge shoulder.
The terrifying events seen in Linden were being repeated.
There seemed to be a flash of lightning, and a huge purple square was drawn on the sand.
It’s dark inside the open square, so it’s hard to see. It’s as if, unlike here where the sun is shining brightly, it’s another world where it’s still night.
And within that square, a huge pyramid-shaped structure was suddenly rising.
“I’m not surprised anymore. It’s a demon cave. The crazy guy is setting up a demon cave again.”
“It also contains artifacts, so it looks like a Magul with well-functioning anti-aircraft defense structures.”
[I hate it so much.]
The pillar at the top of the Demon Cave, crackling with purple energy, slowly turned the part with the flashing eyes on it towards Nidroga.
Magul’s Negative Energy Obelisk. It is a disaster for those who try to ride a drake, and it is a terrifying weapon that even great dragons like Lord have trouble with.
The current passed through them, hitting them dead center.
Nidrogar expressed his gratitude to a fool he had met the other day. Because he had experience of being shot down, he was able to deal with it.
Nidro, who instantly returned to his human form and dodged the attack, stretched out his hand towards the other party members who fell screaming.
Just before falling, Nidrogah transformed into a dragon again and fell on his back, hugging the party members. The party members jumped onto the dragon’s belly.
Morgan, pulling his hair in frustration, stood up, holding his gun and knife in both hands. And he sat down again.
“It’s crazy. How many twins are there?”
There were six more bald men who looked exactly like Waldenhardt. They were leisurely coming down the stairs of the rising outer wall of the Magul Cave.
High-ranking demons who could act as the leaders of most demon caves, and a horde of ugly-looking demons lined up next to them.
Morgan blurted out while counting the remaining bullets.
“How big was the belly of the mother who gave birth to them?”
“That’s right. It must have been even tougher because each and every one of them was a blue-chip kid.”
She gritted her teeth and put her knuckles on her hands.
“I don’t know if they are just tricking us with golems like in the dragon’s nest, or if they are real twins, but it is clear that they are planning to stop us.”
“If I were to guess, there would be over a thousand of them. I can’t even fly up on Nidroga, so how do I get through that?”
“I’m really crazy. I get a lot of money and work less, sometimes I’m happy if I get rid of my hips or pieces.
“But there is one thing that is fortunate.”
Monica, who had an equally astonished expression on her face as Eshen, slowly looked behind her and spoke.
“There are a lot of people on our side. Much more than in Linden.”
“Is that on our side, sister?”
“It depends on how you use it.”
Monica whispered to Nidroga, who was rubbing her sore back.
Nidrogar nodded his head and transformed into a dragon again, inflating his lungs to dozens of times the size and roaring.
Toward the martial arts people who are flocking like clouds. With her hand, she pointed at the enemies in the direction of Magul.
The bald heads, who were looking down at the extermination party in triumph, looked back at the warriors who were flocking in like sand-colored clouds and paused.
[It’s them! They stole your bounty! By violating the temporary ceasefire-!]
Of course, the hunting stopped for a while because the Protestants noticed, and there was no such thing as a temporary truce. However, the choice of words was enough to excite the human hunters who had blood rushing to their heads.
When Eshen and Garam pointed out Magul, Protestant warriors also realized what was happening and joined them to fight. Magul corrupts the land and creates demons, turning the area into a wasteland. If we don’t react early, not only the guests but also the eastern region beyond the wasteland will be hit by a ricochet.
The warriors, who were as vicious as monsters, collided head-on with Magul’s army.
And the daughter of someone who was more vicious than them, quite naturally took away the vehicle left behind by the fighting warriors.
“Someone lent me a lizard! Ta-!”
“···Who?”
“Does it matter? I’m not putting my ass on the saddle right now!”
Morgan screamed. If she doesn’t become an accomplice in the theft, she will be shot. And as soon as the group got on top of the lizard, they swung the reins vigorously and made it run.
Isil Rune, who was catching his breath, nodded his head.
“Lenny.”
“What are you saying in a polite way to upset me?”
“This party, even though it’s a bit of a mess, it feels like it’s running smoothly and well?”
“···That’s right. We were originally a bit ugly in some ways, but at the same time, we were pretty good.”
Glancing at the rest of her venom-filled quest to get her tan back, Lenny secretly shared a sympathetic laugh with Isilun.
But Isilun’s smile soon disappeared. While taking a detour next to the demon cave standing tall in the wasteland, she discovered something amidst the fierce battle between the warriors and the demons.
A large monster with swollen flesh covering its body was running, screaming in pain with every step. Every time the large long sword was swung once, the warriors fell like fallen leaves.
Trying to stop it was foolish. The martial arts swords and shields were broken as if they were made of tree branches.
On the other hand, the monster’s sword was intact without a scratch. This is possible because the material is not of this world.
Warrior’s sword. Lighthouse in Uja.
Isilun’s eyes turned to the traces of blonde hair remaining on the monster’s head.
“···Adamantone?”
———-
“Even if you survive, you don’t live.”
The bald man glanced at me in shock and puffed out his cigarette and said.
“The human named Adamantone is actually already dead. He is just painfully breathing with his artificial soul stuffed in like an artificial prosthetic hand.”
“How… Is that possible? And why were you saved?”
“You are using the power of the demon god that twists life like kneading clay. Since I talked so deeply with the demon god during the sealed years, I ended up being tricked like an idiot who fell for the trick.”
“···You seem to be strict with yourself.”
“It was like that even when I was your age. And ask me, who uses Gunter’s name, why I saved him. I don’t know who is in front of you.”
Even the great first warrior, who has been around for over a thousand years, seems to get tired after driving a carriage for hours.
The bald coachman asked the bald killer for a shift. The reason he said it was a demand rather than a request was because he had arbitrarily let go of the reins of the carriage.
The bald man, disguised in the black uniform of Shinkyo, looked disgusted and headed towards the coach seat. And a more moderate bald man came out and got into the carriage with the sect.
The leader, who was dripping blood, tried to stop me with his eyes, but I tried to speak carefully. Because I had an idea.
And that guess was correct. The moderate bald man wanted to talk.
“Back then and now, people called it a demon god out of convenience, but in reality, it is the god who created us all. For some reason, he was too harsh on his creatures, so his twin brother god children sided with humans-“
“Wait a minute. Before I tell you a long story.”
I slowly took out what was in my pocket. A glass bottle dripping with liquid, stamped with Villena’s seal.
Then he pointed towards the religious leader who lowered his head.
“Please at least give me the right medicine. I’m afraid I’ll die if I do it wrong.”
“It’s a potion. Aren’t you accompanied by a great healer? Why are you carrying something like this?”
“Just in case something like this happens.”
The moderate bald man let out a small laugh. Then he turned to the coachman’s seat and said:
“I like this guy. I honestly think he’s better than you and other ‘me’s.”
“Shut up.”
“It would be easy to become arrogant and lazy if you work with such high-level colleagues, but just look at him being so prepared and sincere. Doesn’t ‘that guy’ come to mind?”
The wild bald man on the coachman’s side looked back at us with his eyes as wide as Gunter’s.
However, the moderate bald head casually accepted the gaze with a smile. The violent bald man must have thought that it was useless to start a conflict, so he just sighed and turned his head.
I swallowed and asked.
“You mean him?”
“I don’t remember his name. All I know is that he was a porter. He followed our group.”
Part of Edin leaned against the carriage wall and sighed. And in that position, he stretched out his long arms and snatched the potion bottle from my hand in an instant.
“He was like a flea that clings tightly to the buttocks of wild animals because it doesn’t want to be trampled to death.”
“You said earlier that you were a very prepared and sincere person, right?”
“Yes, but sometimes that readiness manifests itself in other ways as well. Like this.”
Edin shook the potion once to make it jangle, then opened the carriage window.
And then, without even having a chance to ask me to return it, he threw it straight across the riverside.
A flash of light explodes the moment the glass touches the floor. And an explosion split apart the small trees standing by the water. A thick cloud of acrid, paralyzing smoke.
A bomb that Villena upgraded from the sulfur mixture that was tormenting the trolls, and is capable of neutralizing any monster.
The trick failed. The face that resembled Gunter’s was twisted into a sneer.
“If you showed me a little favor, they would immediately stab me in the back. For example.”
“···For example?”
“I heard a beautiful story from the living corpse-shaped guy sitting next to you a little while ago. A hero who carries the world on his shoulders confesses his undying love to the fairy wizard who is the rest of his heart, and you never know when he may lose his life. “I mean, we made a ten-thousand-year promise with great affection.”
“Was the name of the fairy woman and wizard…Evenna?”
“Yes. It is me. The person I loved. The woman who asked the porter’s gang to send her back to her home ahead of the lonely and long battle with the demon god.”
I have a cold feeling that I know something.
“And the woman who was sobbing and screaming while being crushed by that guy.”
