Chapter 103 – War God Festival (12)
Far Eastern Sakhalin.
Erosion Boundary Zone.
This place, the forefront of demonic defense, vibrated with an unpleasant fishy smell. It wasn’t just the smell of the sea.
On the red-stained beach, the corpses of demon beasts were constantly washed up. The rotten smell and toxins made it difficult for ordinary people to even approach the sea.
Kwagwagwagwang-
From the sky, fighter jets and bombers continuously dropped bombs and missiles, and the muzzles of self-propelled guns and tanks continuously fired fire.
There was a huge military unit with more than 100,000 resident soldiers behind the defense line, which was built in layers to prevent the landing of demon beasts.
“The defense line on the route from Kamchatka to Hokkaido via the Kuril Islands has been stabilized. Now it’s just Sakhalin.”
United Nations Human Forces Pacific Command Sakhalin Joint Base.
Commander-in-Chief Aaron, commanding a huge force, politely reported to the black man next to him. Since Russia gave up management of the Far East from Siberia, it has been under the jurisdiction of UN forces.
The man in black stared at one of the hundreds of displays in front of him with a nonchalant expression. A purple mountain moved slowly within the display.
“What is the estimated time of landing of the Behemoth?”
The man in black, the heavenly horse, Chen Weigang, who had been supporting the defense of Sakhalin, opened his mouth.
“At our current rate, we’ll be near the northern shores in 48 hours or less. We are trying to stop it, but all attacks are blocked due to the force field.”
“At least S-class. Normal attacks are meaningless. You’d better quit.”
“Yes. As long as you don’t use nuclear power…”
“Didn’t you see the result of hastily using nuclear weapons in Africa?”
“…Yes. If it is the same type as Leviathan, it will rather only supply energy.”
Chen Weigang silently touched the blade of the Heavenly Demon Sword. Huge body length reaching 1 km. It was obvious what the consequences would be if something like that landed on the ground. Processing at sea was the answer.
“Let it come. In 24 hours, I will directly intercept it.”
“…Thank you for your support.”
Huang- Chen Wei-gang turned around and left the headquarters without any regrets.
‘It’s a martial god.’
As the situation continued to be so urgent until the Hokkaido defense line was stabilized, the Protestant support troops, including Chen Wei-gang, were busy without blinking their eyes. Of course, there was no time to leisurely watch Musinje.
‘I don’t know if he’s doing well.’
I should have started the quarterfinals by now.
The disciple I received in the middle of the day really makes me care.
Chen Weigang clicked his tongue and looked up at the reddish sky.
***
Quarterfinals.
My turn was last, so there were only a handful of people left.
Midsummer won after a bloody battle with Hong Eun-joo, and Oscar and Kim Yong advanced to the semifinals as expected.
And I was supposed to leave the remaining one seat in the 4th lecture, and I was supposed to join Seomun Yerin.
“Hi.”
While I was waiting for her turn, the preface Yerin sneaked up to me and greeted her with a nonchalant tone.
The unique appearance of silver hair. The way her long hair fluttered in all directions was quite mysterious.
“Uh, hello.”
Feeling awkward, she greeted me too. She had little to do with him, except for a few things she saw during the deserted island experience, so she still knew nothing about him. Since we were roommates in midsummer, I think we were close. Because he wasn’t my roommate.
“…”
“…”
An awkward silence followed. In the end, I was the one who opened her mouth first.
“What is it?”
“…I don’t want you to look at me.”
Looking up at me, Seomun Yerin spat out clearly.
“Something like a three-second concession?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not ignoring you, but if I don’t control my strength, it will be over in a matter of seconds. Is it okay?”
“It’s okay.”
In a blunt tone, the preface Yerin nodded her head. There was no change in emotion in her eyes.
Unlike her cold appearance, she was the opposite of Cheon Ha-yeon, who was easy to read her insides rather than what she thought.
“…Would you like a drink?”
She rummaged through the bag that Yerin had brought with her and took out a canned beverage and said, Even a lady from an aristocratic family eats something like that. She laughed at the sudden thought.
“Thank you.”
“Yes.”
Pong- When I received the drink, I took out another one, opened the lid, and drank it. The slender neckline swaying as the drink goes over is quite engrossing.
I also took a sip of the drink Yerin handed me.
‘Ugh.’
A shocking sweetness flooded her tongue. I don’t know what he likes. I wonder if it would be like this if I condensed cider and made it cool.
“Cadet Kim Moo-gong of Jungwon Martial Arts Academy, cadet Yerin Seomun of Jungwon Martial Arts Academy. Please come up on the non-stage.”
As she was managing her expression and somehow inhaling her drink, the broadcast rang out.
“Let’s go. You really won’t see me?”
Widely. I put down my drink and said. She looked at me blankly and nodded her head.
Before the start of the dance.
Foreword Yerin slowly drew her sword. A cluster of sunlight fell on her pure white blade. The brilliance flowing down the blade was dazzling.
It mixed with the mysterious appearance of the silver-red eyes, so even though it was just standing still, it gave off an atmosphere that was not human.
Maybe that’s why her nickname was Heavenly Sword.
Foreword Yerin politely took her sword. It wasn’t just a greeting. I’ve heard that that itself is a kind of cardinal expression.
The Heavenly Swordsman’s Law.
Seomunse is a German martial art that only his direct descendant can learn. As befits an arrogant swordsman who tried to put the whole world in his sword, it seemed like a martial art that had risen considerably. Unusually, the operation of air power was centered on interruption warfare.
‘It’s a pity.’
I wanted to observe more closely, but a request is a request. Preface I stopped focusing on Yerin’s body and contemplated her inner self.
In addition.
Just like the last time, when I faced my opponent, I naturally immersed myself in the world of images.
It wasn’t always possible, though. It was a very strange feeling to be the only one who experienced time slowing down endlessly. On the other hand, the flow of thought accelerated like the speed of light.
Perhaps when you reach a higher level, you will be able to maintain this state whenever you want.
Heavenly Demon Hand.
Apart from the transcendental level, it was still incomplete martial arts. I could have used Blood Magic Gong’s herbivore as it is, but I dreamed of a more perfect martial arts. Rebuild each one from scratch.
‘The Heavenly Demon Sacred Art itself is a magic art, but not a magic art.’
The Heavenly Demon Beast I created was the same.
A torch that subdues ten thousand horses.
Whether by chance or inevitability, it would be right to match the rank of martial arts if it was the holy fire that Shinnyeong worshiped.
A fire burns in my heart. The true spirit of the Heavenly Demon God rushed through his whole body like an oars. The tangible dark aura shimmered and focused on the raised right hand.
Suddenly, Cheon Ha-yeon’s words came to mind.
‘Did you say Sicheonma was well-versed in Buddhism?’
Although there was no trace of Buddhism in Protestant martial arts.
There is no reason why my Heavenly Demon Singong should be the same as that of Sicheonma.
The selection system, 先發制人. Rather than responding to an opponent’s attack, it breaks from the front in the nose-up phase. Assuming actual combat, not non-duty, that is correct. Most of the enemies I have imagined do not require mercy.
No Choseung Youcho 無招勝有招. Forget about standardized herbivores. Abandon formality and formality. It’s enough to stretch out as you please at that time. If you do that, it’s no different than having thousands or tens of thousands of herbivores. Weakness caused by herbivorous destruction and disappearance.
No Sword Seung Yu Sword 無劍勝有劍. In the past, President Dokgopae showed it to me. He did not hold a sword, but split the sky with his sword. If it’s possible to use the sword method as a trick, wouldn’t it be the same for the other way around? If so, he would be able to win the sword without even holding it.
Of course, it was impossible to implement everything perfectly right now. However, the direction has been set. That’s it for now. The last thing left now was the mind.
My Heavenly Demon Beast will be distinguished through deliberation instead of herbivore. Suddenly, one word passed through my mind.
Hell.
I heard that there is a fire in Hell, the Buddhist hell, to punish the bad deeds done in the past.
Cheonmasu (天魔手) Blaze fire.
This is the first.
As I put my mind into my martial arts, the ink-colored energy that had been clumped in my right hand turned into a fierce flame. It looked like a sword.
Nettle liquid-
Just as the flames were forming, the fast-attack swordsmanship that followed from the upper ranks approached in front of me. Before I knew it, Seomun Ye-rin was approaching me and striking a sword.
Hwaak-
I sighed lightly. Seomun Yerin’s sword, cut in half, was covered in black flames and melted.
“Stop! Stop!”
In an instant, an unknown professor approached me with a thick air of self-defense, and hurriedly separated between me and Yerin Seomun. Certainly, the eight ceremonies performed by the master of the Hwagyeong were the first in the world.
Seomun Yerin’s sword, whose wide red eyes and most of the blade had turned into a handful of molten metal, came into sight.
“Winner, cadet Kim Moo-gong. I will take no objections.”
The nameless professor spit out quickly while looking at the preface, Yerin. She blankly nodded her head. Looking at that expression, I regret that I should have just looked at it.
“…Let’s go down.”
She said to Yerin, who was looking down at her sword in her place.
Took. She threw the sword Ye-rin, the preface, was holding onto the rain stage without regret. It was a strangely heartbreaking feeling. I asked scratching my head.
“Are you angry?”
“I’m not angry.”
“Aren’t you really mad?”
“It didn’t happen.”
“I’m sorry black.”
“No. That’s what I wanted and.”
Foreword Yerin slowly shook her head and pursed her lips.
“It’s for black training, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
It melted somehow. I guess it was for training. I misunderstood because it was unnecessarily flashy.
I moved on with a lighter heart.
[Can you visit my family during vacation?]
Widely. I stopped walking at the electrical sound in my ears.
[Seo Moon-se?]
[Yes.]
[Suddenly?]
[Not suddenly.]
[Then?]
[The head of the family and the elder wanted it.]
[…If Seo Mun-se is the leader, the Murim lord?]
[Yes.]
[Don’t know why?]
[I do not know.]
Seomunsae. It was a prestigious family boasting an enormous age, to the extent that it was in charge of the Murim lord. I was at a loss as to why they had invited a member of the Heavenly Demonic Church to such a place.
[I will think about it.]
[Yes.]
Seomun Yerin stared at me.
[Why?]
[Nope.]
What is he thinking too? There is a bit of a difficult side.
[Goes first.]
[Yes.]
After finishing the whole note, I moved towards Han Yeo-reum and Cheon Ha-yeon waiting.
***
Seomun Ye-rin stood still and stared at Kim Moo-gong’s back as he moved peacefully.
‘The heavenly sword is so pointless.’
It was said to Kim Mu-gong that it was just for training, but the one that had just been destroyed was by no means an ordinary sword. A direct descendant of the Seomun family would carry a normal sword.
Of course, it was hard to find even with a thousand gold, and it was a sword that would be held up as an heirloom if it was from another family. It melted to the point where it was impossible to recover even in a few days.
Moreover, despite the heat that turned the sword into molten iron, Yerin Seomun did not receive any damage. It’s probably because she handled the power of her will.
‘Above the ultimate master.’
What was vague has turned into certainty.
And apart from the simple state, the martial arts that Kim Mu-gong learned were special.
To the extent that the sword she has mastered looks shabby.
‘…’
Biting her lips lightly, Yerin, the preface, calmed the confused feeling that was creeping in her. It’s just that it’s not good to be too interested in her friend’s man, she knew even the insensitive preface Yerin.
