Chapter 142 – 如意 (6)
The wilderness dyed yellow.
The reeds swayed through the windows. The late-afternoon sun broke it in a golden glow. The sky swaying over the waves created by the reeds proves that this place is not an ordinary place.
Former North Korea, near Gangryeong-gun.
It was the place where the top-secret branch of the Blood Bridge was located.
Among the branches of blood ties spread all over the world, this place belonged to a fairly important point.
Korea was a pandemonium where all kinds of unmanned people flocked, and this place was a window for that kind of Korea. This place is also technically the territory of the Republic of Korea, but surveillance in North Korea was loose from the beginning. In addition, many of the soldiers pioneering the front lines were people who had flowed in from China in the past. Even the government of the Republic of Korea did not hesitate to say that ‘volunteers’ would expand the territory on their own.
In other words, there were many gaps for blood ties to penetrate.
‘I was careless.’
Beatrice stared out the window and bit her lip. She was minimally mobile, her limbs bound with her bony restraints.
Again and again.
The sound of high heels hitting the marble echoed. A hint of arrogance emanated from her steps. Beatrice turned her body to the source of her sound. A middle-aged woman in a long red dress smiled at Beatrice.
“…Hwanmajeonju 幻魔殿主. After all, it was you.”
Hwanma Jeonju 幻夜魔女 Hoyeonjihae 呼延知諧.
The master of the Phantom War, one of the four major battles. He was one of the key figures in the Blood Religion. It was a Jeonju level with only four people under the leader. Of course, he was a master of hwagyeong. Even if Beatrice fought head-on, it would be difficult to guarantee victory, but she was even restrained. It was difficult not only to escape, but also to resist.
“It is not my decision alone. An order was given from the school. We can no longer ignore the cute deviation of our thirteen apostles. That’s what it is. You should have done it in moderation He didn’t know anything about the world, and he ran wild like a thunderclap. Did you really not know it would turn out like this?”
The phantom prelude gently stroked Beatrice’s cheek.
“By the way, I was going to watch it. I feel sorry for you. Anyway, it’s over once the Blood Heavenly Spirit is activated. Shouldn’t we give you some time to enjoy a little freedom until then?”
“Freedom…? Is being chained like a dog free?”
Beatrice lifted her chin. Yellow eyes flashed through her tousled pink hair.
“Oh, do you think we dragged you around on a leash? I understood why they were sticking together like the enemies of the religion, the magiastic scholars, seniors, and juniors. Don’t you think that’s enough freedom for us, the Thirteen Apostles?”
“…I don’t care about juniors.”
Beatrice bit her lip. He burst out with fishy blood and ran down his mouth. The eyes of the illusionist changed to round. She covered her mouth and laughed.
“You really gave me your heart? Oh my, what is this Anyone who sees it would think it was Romeo and Juliet. Indeed, Romeo had an owner. Affair? Or do you think she wants to be a virtuous woman of tragedy?”
“Shut up…”
Beatrice opened her mouth, frowning. It was getting harder and harder to even breathe due to the intangible pressure from the Phantom War. In the first place, this restraint was not an ordinary item.
“There is no point in resisting. This is special.”
The phantom prelude tapped the restraining ball. Then she wiped her hands with her handkerchief as if she had touched something dirty.
“. I never thought of it.”
Beatrice vomited out the words. It wasn’t something that could be found on a blood bridge.
“Oh, did you know? You’re smart too This is why I like our Thirteen Apostles.”
“An object that simultaneously suppresses the pure-blooded body and the Jinma Pure-blood Gong is… It can’t be common. I heard it disappeared, but I didn’t know it was being kept by the school. Something that doesn’t fit…”
A restraint in which pieces of Buddha statues of Huineng, the 6th ancestor of the Zen sect, who succeeded the first ancestor Dharma’s haircut, were inserted.
Huineng’s mighty legal power that still remained suppressed the blood ball’s true energy and cut off the strands. The flow from the Killing Stone was the same. Now Beatrice was no different from an ordinary girl.
“That’s right. It’s an incredibly lethal thing for the Thirteen Apostles. So you know there’s no point in struggling? That smart head, it would be nice to use it for the religion. No blushing at each other. You’ve been doing well so far, so why the hell? Has the time of the belated storm and fury arrived? Or are you really in love? You?”
The illusionist Jeonju spat out a bruise mixed with ridicule.
A few days ago.
What was waiting for me at the place where I left after receiving a call from the school as usual was a surprise attack by Ilsado and Isado. I couldn’t stop the two Hwagyeong masters from working together, so the restraining ball was filled in an instant, and I was immediately transported to this place. Originally, it would have been possible to remove the body, but the restraints were a problem.
“My poor thirteen apostles. You are a heretic who cannot be included in the Twelve Apostles. Why are you the Thirteen Apostles who have not been given an official number? In the West, the number thirteen is considered unlucky, right? A traitor who belongs nowhere, you are truly suited to your situation.”
The slender fingers of the phantasmagoria run along the jawline and finally landed on Beatrice’s neck. The phantom prelude grabbed Beatrice by the white scruff of her neck.
“…”
Beatrice clenched her teeth at the sharp pain she felt in his neck. The pressure was getting stronger. It wouldn’t matter if I died like this, but one thing took a hit.
‘…Junior.’
In her fading consciousness, Beatrice remembered Kim Mu-gong’s face.
‘I promised.’
I couldn’t even get in touch. You probably noticed the anomaly by now.
‘I shouldn’t have looked for it.’
I was worried. No matter how competent Kim Mu-gong was, this place was on a different level. Right now, Ilsado and Isado are waiting nearby, and the phantom prelude and the phantom corps and seonghyeol dan that follow him.
The number of people who assisted only three Hwagyeong masters was enormous. It is a place that exists to prey on Korea in the first place. As long as you didn’t intend to start a war, coming here would be suicidal. You won’t be able to easily get support here and there like the musin system.
I didn’t want to do that for myself.
I’d rather not find it.
Until he completely lost consciousness, Beatrice prayed with her hands together.
***
Near the office of the academy president.
While everyone was busy preparing for the evaluation, there was a conference room with a calm atmosphere. A round table that can seat dozens of people. The faces of the people sitting there were all unusual.
First, President Dokgopae is staring at the screen reflected in the center of the table from the seat of honor.
Seo Myorang, a member of the Moorim League, who suddenly flew in.
Chun Ha-yeon, the minor headmaster of the Cheonma Shinkyo, reveals her true self after undressing as a man.
Park Su-ho, team leader of the Moorim Inspection Department of the National Intelligence Service.
Mo Yong-seong, the student president of the academy.
Lastly, Han Yeo-reum, a priestess of the Heavenly Demon Church, and Kim Moo-gong, a scholar of science.
As soon as Kim Moo-gong contacted them, they gathered in one place and shared information with each other. Thanks to this, the list of candidates was quickly narrowed down.
“Summarizing your information, it is judged that you have not yet gone abroad.”
Park Soo-ho held a laser pointer and explained in a low voice. As soon as he received Kim Mu-gong’s request, he readily accepted it. In the first place, this was also his specialty, so the explanation continued without obstruction.
“There are a total of three candidates. The first loan is a facility owned by Hyukri Family near Gyeongsan-si. Next, the owner of the Buan Byeonsan Peninsula facility is unknown.”
The screen went over, and finally a satellite image appeared.
“Lastly, it is in the former North Korean region, near Gangryeong-gun. The results of judgment based on base station signals, CCTV tracking, radar, satellites, and various reports and traces are also the same. Cadet Beatrice was most likely kidnapped to one of these three places.”
“Knapped. Do you dare to kidnap my cadet?”
Dokgopae’s voice was filled with subtle anger.
“I’m sorry, but it’s very likely. Perhaps the cult of blood was not involved. There aren’t many people in the country who can do something on this scale just to kidnap one person.”
Park Soo-ho carefully lowered his head. Then, he glanced at Kim Mu-gong. It was a meeting held at the request of Kim Mu-gong. It was right to leave the final judgment to him.
Swoop- Kim Moo-gong stood up from his seat. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on him. Kim Mu-gong opened his mouth while looking at President Dok-go-pae.
“Is it possible to dispatch a telegraph team to the vicinity of Gyeongsan City?”
“Of course. Even if it wasn’t your request, this is something I have to solve. I will take care of the vicinity of Gyeongsan City. Oh, and there won’t be any deductions for the number of times.”
Number. It meant the one-time support for the telegraph tower, which President Dok-go-pae handed over to Kim Moo-gong for his contribution to preventing blood ties at the Musin Festival.
“Thank you. Then, Cheon Ha-yeon of Buan’s Byeonsan Peninsula, I’m sorry, but I’ll ask you a favor.”
“If it is your request.”
“Team leader, please support Cheon Ha-yeon.”
Park Soo-ho raised one of his thumbs up with a friendly smile as if to say not to worry.
“Then, I will lead the Muksudae and the cadet volunteers and stick to that woman. The vice president is kidnapped. The unimaginable happened.”
Mo Yong-seong, who had been quietly listening to the conversation with his hands clasped, said with a chin gesture in Chun Ha-yeon’s direction.
“Thank you. Summer you go with me, last hmm.”
Kim Mu-gong frowned and looked at Seo Myo-rang. Seo Myorang’s intrusion was completely unexpected. In the Moorim League, even just receiving information was considered a success, but when Seo Myorang came in faster than anyone else, even Kim Mu-gong was quite surprised.
“That’s the president’s support…”
“Hate.”
After thinking about her for a while, I brought her up, and she cut her off with a single blow.
“My mother-in-law will take care of it. Never mind.”
Kim Moo-gong sighed and nodded. He was someone who had a hard time figuring out what he was thinking.
“There is a possibility that the enemies will be in touch with each other, so we plan to attack at the same time. Then, good luck.”
Kim Mu-gong politely embraced it.
‘Former North Korea area, near Gangryeong-gun.’
If Beatrice had been captured, it was most likely here. A place to confine the Thirteen Apostles could not have been common. A place where you can easily recapture it even if you run away. In that respect, Kangryong-gun was the most suitable.
‘I hope it’s not too late.’
It was my last chance while I was staying in Korea. If he went to the Blood Bridge headquarters, then there was no real way to find him.
