Chapter 130 – The Blood Witch (15)
Since when
When I woke up, it was always a bright room.
Nose-piercing medicinal scents, all sorts of unknown machines, and people busily walking around in white gowns.
One by one, the children who approached me curiously, seeing their beautiful silver hair like the Milky Way, disappeared.
Hundreds of children disappear, and new ones take their place.
Beatrice watched the process one by one.
The physical pain was bearable. The regenerative ability unique to pure-blooded members did not allow Beatrice to die even during the course of the harsh experiment.
However, the mental pain was different.
With each disappearance of one of her children, Beatrice felt the triangle in her heart chip away little by little.
Even though her walls stood in the way, Beatrice heard the screams of death from her children. At that moment, Beatrice realized what her predicament was.
‘Experiment rat.’
He was no different from the pure white lab rat he had seen the other day. Raised for a purpose somewhere and easily discarded. At the time, I had no idea what group “Somewhere” Was.
We have strictly kept the secrets within the facility.
When I buried the faces of more than a thousand children in my chest like that, and the triangles in my heart all wore out and became a round shape.
Among the men in shiny masks, a man with a pale face appeared.
He proudly showed his face, as if he had nothing to shy away from. Then he looked at Beatrice with indifferent eyes and opened his mouth.
“This is the last one.”
Numerous children were sacrificed for just one experiment. Beatrice was the last of them. Perhaps the children who have died so far were just consumables to complete Beatrice.
Despite her young age, Beatrice thought with unfocused eyes.
According to the decision of the pale man, non-wonkakuju, the experiment proceeded swiftly.
Like that.
It contains the spirits of well over a thousand children.
The core killing stone of ‘Tamamo-no-Mae’, the worst S-class monster that descended on Japan and a corrupted spiritual creature, was transplanted to Beatrice.
The maddening experiment of planting a monster’s core in a human eventually succeeded, leaving only one proof case.
The experiment was a success. However, as a member of the party, he could not fully handle Beatrice. That’s why he forcibly handed it over to a ‘collaborator’ who could restrain Beatrice. The existence of ‘collaborators’ was a fact that only a few people, including non-won gakju, knew about. It was also an expression of arrogance that it would be possible again in the future, as there was enough data and success stories came out anyway.
And that ended in miserable failure.
Since then, similar experiments have continued, but even the C-class and D-class cores, which are insignificant enough to be compared to the killing stone, could not withstand the weak human body.
Beatrice’s success was truly worthy of being called a miracle.
‘Miracle.’
The current meeting must also be a miracle. Thinking so, Beatrice watched the mouth of the non-prism column move. Time, which had slowed down, slowly returned to reality.
“…Are you going to break the agreement?”
It was a slightly emotional tone.
“It’s not the pact I made, is it?”
Beatrice tilted her head, gently twisting the ends of her pink hair. Her hair, which was originally silver, turned a unique pink color due to a ‘minor’ side effect of Jinma Sunghyeol Gong.
“I never expected that this day would come. So I insisted on abolition.”
“Yes, do you think I didn’t know about the vicious stare of Biwon Gakju? I hope you are full of wisdom.”
“…Your existence is a mistake on our part. I had to dispose of you even if you violated the order of the former head of the family.”
“No. My existence is no different from the sum total of the party’s longing and longing. Shouldn’t we be happy?”
Beatrice put a hand on his chest and smiled. Kim Mu-gong silently spread a curtain around him and blocked out the sound. Unless there was an order from the non-wonkakuju, I expected them not to attack, and it came true.
Even at the moment of conversation like this, time is passing, so there was nothing bad from Kim Moo-gong’s point of view.
“Gibberish.”
With a single knife, the non-horizontal foot cut off Beatrice’s words. Beatrice continued his words in a tone full of laughter.
“You think I still don’t know? Our non-Wongak Lord is also true. Willingness to achieve one’s long-cherished wish even by borrowing the power of foreign affairs. Biwongak is such a place, right? Longing 祕苑? If you designate it as a ban and cover people’s eyes, will it be covered?”
“Are you discussing the right thing with me right now, like blood ties?”
“No. I just wanted to let you know on the way to the end. Aren’t you supposed to realize what kind of monster your obsession has created?”
“…The stuff is cheeky.”
Concentric waves arose under the feet of the non-circular prism.
Fragments of weapons that had lost their owners and sparkling fragments from the arms of the non-wonkakuju escaped and soared into the sky.
Kim Mu-gong had experienced something similar before. Kim Moo-gong, who was about to step out, was stopped by Beatrice.
[Your junior is still.]
Beatrice, who had taken the lead, calmly sent a telephony. Rather than attacking, he prepared only defensive seconds using Geongondaenai, and Kim Moo-gong stared at the non-wonkju.
Before long, the iron petals were in full bloom.
Brilliant beams of light mercilessly fell down.
Dangmun’s Secret 唐門祕技 Mancheon Flower Rain.
Everyone is busy running away in a panic at the unrelenting attacks without identifying their peers.
Beatrice fluttered her sleeves and lightly stood at the center of the crowd. It was a mysterious step that had been used before.
Hwaaaaak-
A red whirlwind rose around her body. The petals of Mancheonhwawoo, which had been sticking down from stem to stem, lost their power and fell. The air waves emitted by Beatrice artificially intervened in the flow of Manchuria and twisted it. It was a perfect offset.
Non-Won Gak Joo widened his eyes. I have never heard of a case where Mancheonhwawoo was destroyed in this way. It was common to destroy it by force.
“Aren’t you tired? That bastard’s Manchunhwawoo, Mancheonhwawoo. Where can I go to the root if I have to improve?”
“…Blood Religion was raising a dagger.”
Warying Beatrice, Non-Hongakju pulled out the wire and lifted it.
“It’s a bit different, but the results are similar. I’m thinking of kicking out the party because I think I do it when I’m bored. It’s not my business.”
“Nothing changes.”
He sighed coldly and beckoned to the non-won-gakju. The warriors who had retreated back surrounded the two while hesitating. Still, the difference in head count was hopeless.
“Brother, please.”
Beatrice laughed faintly. Mugong Kim nodded his head. She knows what she’s talking about From what she had been told, it seemed like something she would have to settle for herself.
Wickedness-
In an instant, the figures of the non-circular pillar and Beatrice disappeared. It was a supernatural ability that Kim Mu-gong himself had experienced.
‘It’s like magic.’
Even non-circular prisms seemed to be unaware of Beatrice’s truism. Dragged right in Even the Hwagyeong masters can’t resist properly. Certainly, Beatrice was a dangerous opponent to meet as an enemy.
‘It would be meaningful only if I won.’
He probably dragged him into a one-on-one situation because he was confident that he would win. Kim Mu-gong decided to think so. Now was the time to trust Beatrice.
“What is this…?”
“Don’t panic! Follow the command of Lord Biwongak!”
“It’s just one guy!”
Even though he was embarrassed by the non-circular pillars that disappeared in an instant, he was attacked by Kim Moo-gong under the leadership of some warriors.
While laughing, Mu-gong Kim raised his palm.
‘Let’s be happy.’
Although it was completely destroyed by Beatrice, the Mancheon Hwawoo, which was directly cast by the non-wonkakuju, was incomparable. If it had exerted its full power, it was clear that the surroundings would have been devastated.
Mancheonhwawoo Bihwan and Non-Wongakju Mancheonhwawoo, which I saw last time. Beatrice’s breaking ceremony. Materials were given. Kim Mu-gong’s white blood was incandescent, as if burning.
The Cheonmasu is a martial art without a set diet. There is only distinction. Because it relied heavily on the sense of improvisation, it was difficult to pass it on to anyone. That was already proven through Cheon Ha-yeon.
The fact that there is no fixed herbivore diet, in other words, means that any herbivorous diet is possible. Gugyeol is replaced with Cheonma Singong. It follows only the triggering principle. Forms and formulas are replaced by intuition.
It was a skill that was possible because there was no spirit in which the enlightenment of the god of war was melted.
A black glowing sphere formed above Kim Mu-gong’s right hand. A scorching heat illuminated the surroundings.
Thud-
Long waves spread out around the Yongcheon-hyeol. It was similar to the non-wongakju, but it was a much more hedonistic novelty. Those who were shouting and running in an instant flinched.
It happened in an instant so that not even a single breath had passed.
Kugoogu Palace-
The black spheres were burning fiercely. A little more application of the breaking ceremony that Beatrice had shown. Fierce flames whirled and shot into the sky.
Cheonmasu (天魔手) Blaze fire.
Instead of iron petals, flames began to cover the sky. It wasn’t perfect. However, it didn’t matter.
‘Mancheon Hwawoosik.’
I put my will on it, and recited it inwardly. Instead of raining flowers, rain of fire rained down. The wide-ranging flames burned only the unmanned people who gathered around them. A scream that was so terrible that it was hard to hear.
“…”
Kim Moo-gong bit his mouth tightly. I thought it was possible, so I tried it spontaneously, but the effect was too strong. As my flesh burned, the acrid smell of silk vibrates from all directions.
At the end of the desperate screams that continued for a long time, silence settled in the hall. Hundreds of charred corpses were scattered randomly. Those who survived were busy running away, not even thinking about fighting back.
I didn’t bother to pursue it. Due to overexertion of the top battle, fatigue came.
‘Even if I’m designated as a Moorim official, I won’t have anything to say.’
Copying and using someone else’s martial art in this way was close to a taboo.
‘It seems that no one noticed.’
It was something to be careful of in the future. Leading his weary body, Mu Gong Kim sat astride a fallen tree. Thanks to Beatrice’s joining, things went better than expected. Dealing with that many people alone in the non-won-gakju was originally risking one’s life.
Kim Mu-gong blankly looked up at the sky. The sun had set and a dark night had arrived. Perhaps because it was a place without city lights, the stars were bright.
Sabak.
When he closed his eyes and opened them, he saw yellow pupils in Kim Mu-gong’s field of vision. There was also a mischievous smile.
“What are you doing?”
Kim Moo-gong said in a heavy voice.
“Aren’t you surprised?”
“I am not surprised.”
“Chi, not funny.”
Beatrice grumbled and sat down next to Kim Mu-gong. What happened to the non-circular prism, what happened? Kim Moo-gong didn’t bother to ask. Beatrice didn’t bother to say anything either.
“Are you done?”
“Yes. It’s over.”
“It’s futile.”
“…Thank you. If it wasn’t for seniors, I would have suffered quite a bit.”
“Only in words?”
Twisting his body slightly, Beatrice looked up at Kim Mu-gong. Kim Moo-gong also did not lose and met his eyes.
“Can I do anything for you?”
“Then close your eyes.”
“…I hope it’s not what I expected.”
Even so, Mu-gong Kim obediently closed his eyes.
“Your junior is always talkative. His snout is the problem.”
Beatrice pinched Kim Mu-gong’s mouth with her finger. His lips pouted like a duck. Seeing what was so good about it, Beatrice laughed and said it was fun.
[Is this what you want to do?]
His mouth was forcibly blocked, but transmission was possible. A long finger touched Kim Mu-gong’s lips once.
[No.]
Beatrice, too, responded with a full tone and stuck out his face.
A pair of soft lips pressed against Kim’s lips. A kiss that is embarrassing to even call it a kiss. Feeling the bitter taste of blood in their mouths, the two slowly separated their bodies.
“…Isn’t that as expected?”
“So, don’t you like it?”
Watching Beatrice smile bashfully, Mugong Kim could only keep his mouth shut.
