Chapter 145 – 如意 (9)
A bright halo of light spread out, and a tearing roar rang out. Just as the sun exploded, the flames that started on the rooftop completely burned the blood cult warriors.
Only black traces remained in the place where the blood cult warriors had evaporated without any form remaining. The burned marks, like shadows that kept their appearance as they were in life, were terribly bizarre.
It only took an instant for most of the hundreds of Blood Religion warriors to disappear. The power to guarantee a head-to-head match with Daemunpa was lost in just a few days.
Ilsado and Isado, who had rushed in, took a backward step while spurting blood. Feeling a sense of crisis, they defended together by demonstrating self-defense as much as possible, but it was a fire with strong will. It was impossible to completely prevent it. In the end, he suffered serious internal injuries.
“Ugh…!”
The expression of the illusionist, who had been always relaxed, was distorted. Even though Ilsado and Isado blocked it from the front, the attack even reached the phantom antebellum. As my self-defense broke, I felt a squeezing pain in my chest.
‘What the hell is going on…’
As you can see, the condition of the two apostles was not normal. In addition, the surrounding damage was more serious. Many of the Hwanma Troupe that I worked hard to raise disappeared before I could even use my strength.
Kim Mu-gong lowered his hand and signaled to Beatrice, who blankly opened his mouth. Beatrice quickly departed in the direction Kim Moo-gong instructed. Whether it was the illusionist or the apostles, he didn’t even think of chasing Beatrice right away.
[What? Did the nuclear explode?]
Midsummer, who had been waiting in advance, sent a call in surprise.
[No, my attack. You can go ahead and sort it out now. Be careful.]
[What kind of attack… OK. Don’t overdo it.]
A brief confrontation ensued. Even Kim Mu-gong did not think that he would be able to kill the three Hwagyeong soldiers in one breath. The important thing was to reduce the number, and it worked as intended. Beatrice escaped as Kim Moo-gong had requested and disappeared from sight.
Despite the enormous power of the attack, Kim Mu-gong’s whole body was overflowing with power. More lively than ever.
“What witchcraft…!”
The phantasmagoric performer, who had calmed down his breathing, shouted. He wasn’t even the head of the Heavenly Demon Goddess, he was at least a man of science and engineering. This could not be explained simply by saying that it was strong.
“Wasn’t witchcraft your specialty?”
Kim Mu-gong moved slowly. For every bobo, a concentric ring was created around Yongcheon-hyeol.
Bubbly.
Footsteps echoed like thunder. The atmosphere was suppressed by the reign of the Heavenly Demon, imbued with enormous internal energy and will.
“It is impossible. How could this happen…”
“Jeonju! Come to your senses!”
Ilsado looked towards the illusionary pole and urged. The face of Ilsado, who had been expressionless until the battle, frowned. The scar on the back of his nose was cold. The thing in front of you is a monster. The flames were gone, but the lingering aura of annihilation in the air obstructed breathing. The blood ball Jin Qi was forcibly suppressed. It was similar to legal power, but it was a much more chauvinistic energy than that.
– Let’s work together.
Ilsado and Isado exchanged glances. The two have lived for a long time as apostles of the blood religion. There was no hesitation in joining forces. The air waves generated from the bodies of the two apostles pushed back the pressure of the Heavenly Demon’s reign. He even triggered the Seoncheon Jingi using the blood ball secret skill. The wound was so bad that I couldn’t help it.
“Please follow me!”
Immediately after shouting at Hwanmajeonju, the two rushed at Kim Moo-gong. The long sword and sword crossed each other, and before they touched Kim Mu-gong’s body, a wall of magic broke out.
Caga Gaga River-
An enormous shockwave exploded with the sound of scraping metal. The building collapsed, starting from the roof. Stepping on the collapsing debris, their attacks constantly crossed each other in the air. Black and red traces embroidered the air. The percussion of Seoncheonjigi, risking his life, narrowed the gap between Kim Mu-gong and the two apostles even for an instant.
Of course, it’s a ‘reduced’ level, but the difference is still significant. Every time Kim Moo-gong fired the blow of the Cheonma-soo loaded with flames, Ilsado and Isado had to work together to block it. It was a terrible fire. The surroundings were already in chaos due to the huge waves that occurred while sharing the workshop. The hand holding the sword trembled. Ilsado gritted his teeth.
‘It’s like a monster.’
This was enough to compare with the master of Hyeon-gyeong. In addition, the black flames that penetrated even the strong air further aggravated the internal injuries. Ilsado’s feeling went backwards. The Hwanma Jeonju, who had retreated far into the sky, chanted something while holding the Mukhakseon (墨鶴扇) and moving his lips.
‘Fortunately, you came to your senses. Little bit more…!’
Ilsado desperately launched an attack. This was the realm of the Phantom War. Although it was shaken for a while as the welcome circle collapsed, it was not for nothing that it was called the Hwanma. The power of jinbeop in the realm of hwagyeong. It was a characteristic that made them incredibly strong in their own domain. It just needed time. It wasn’t too long.
‘What?’
Missed the move. In an instant, a vague afterimage appeared and Kim Mu-gong’s new model disappeared. Soon, a desperate scream rang out.
“Quaaaaagh!”
Moo-gong Kim, who had seized Isado’s head before he knew it, squeezed his hand as it were. Wood deuk – The flames of the fire burned the inside of Isado’s skull, and white steam spewed out. The Hwagyeong master’s self-defense, which even triggered Seoncheonjingi, could not prevent the fire that hit the brain directly.
Kim Mu-gong threw the corpse with his head smashed with a nonchalant expression. And then he was immediately beaten by Ilsado. It was a very mechanical movement.
“You monster!”
Ilsado burst into a roar and swung his long sword. A terrifying wave of energy rose from the bloody river that wrapped around the sword of the sword. Even heartless. Unlike the special issue, Ilsado originally had a raging temper. I was just hiding it with an expressionless expression. The expression on Ilsado’s face was distorted like a bloody slaughter. It was said that he was so angry.
Kwagwagwagwang-!
A gigantic slash cut through the land and stretched out to the horizon. Isado was not one to die in vain. A Hwagyeong master, one of whom is hard to find even in the Daemunpa, died with his head crushed like an insect.
Thud-
A black shadow formed on the retina of Ilsado, who was holding his breath after launching an attack with all his might.
‘This beauty…’
That was the last thought that Ilsado had before leaving this world. The career that emerged from Kim Mu-gong’s ingenuity shattered Ilsado’s body. Todududuk – Blood and flesh fell to the earth stillborn.
Koo Goo Goo Palace-
At the same time as Ilsado’s death, the sky and the earth resonated violently. Red bloodstains were engraved on the land soaked with the blood of countless martial arts masters.
“Pay rate law 急急如律令.”
A heavy voice vibrated from the sky. It was the voice of the phantasmagoric that had been prepared based on the sacrifices of the two apostles. The Hwanma Jeonju lowered the line of Mukhak to a straight line.
Konyao Blood Dragon Gae Jin.
Something has changed.
The yellow moon was dyed red. The twinkling stars gradually lost their light.
‘Truth.’
Kim Moo-gong had experienced something similar before. Uninhabited island, Three Apostles, Beatrice. It was a familiar feeling, but the method of the phantasmagoric battle was different from simple spatial isolation.
“A arrogant thing. If I had run away, I could have lived. It’s too late now.”
The illusionist, who regained his composure, spoke from the distant sky. In this space, the phantasmagoria was omnipotent. At least, the phantom lord thought so.
[Just die.]
The voice of the phantasmagoria resounded like a battle of six. Following her hand gesture, red rays of light spread out in all directions and headed towards Kim Moo-gong.
Demonic illusion half-gobak盘古縛.
It was like thousands of ropes made of chi. He was confident of winning. It was clear that a moderate Hwagyeong soldier would have perished without being able to properly resist this attack.
Beopbeopbeobung-!
Everywhere the thread went, a shock wave occurred and the ground was dented. Evasion was useless. The threads fluttered and followed the movements of Kim Mu-gong. Although the self-defense force of the Gujungmabyeok was blocking it, the power of the Illusion Magic Jeonju, which received power from Jinbeop, was close to infinite.
‘Is it.’
As he parried off the oncoming attacks, Mu-gong Kim realized. This formation itself was made with the blood of Blood Cult warriors who permeated the earth. I changed the hundreds and the Hwagyeong Mu-in.
[You acted arrogantly without knowing the world, but now you just avoid it like a rat!]
Drawing a dazzling trajectory, splitting the beams of light pouring down like lightning, Mu-gong Kim pulled out the black dragon sword.
[It’s spectacle. Is that black decoration? You can’t win if you just run away like that.]
Hwanmajeonju drew a cross with Mukhakseon with a mocking smile.
Ma Hwan (魔幻) Youngbong Blood Network (影縫血罔).
A densely woven river ginet poured over Kim Mu-gong over a wide area.
The old town wall continued to be cut down. The speed at which self-defense skills are created is faster than the speed at which they are destroyed. Kim Mu-gong half-opened his eyes. From earlier, the jeweler of Hadanjeon whispered to Kim Mu-gong.
Even such a truism is nothing compared to a true dragon.
The existence of a dragon is inherently like that.
Since they were born, they change the surrounding environment just by breathing.
In a way, it was similar to Jinbeop, but they do it just by being there without any effort or cost.
An irrational being from birth. It was literally a symbol of the sky.
Shicheonma wanted to subdue such a dragon.
Although not perfect, Sicheonma’s will was passed on to Kim Mu-gong.
Heavenly Demon Sword.
Kim Mu-gong raised his sword to the upper level. As I embraced his will, I felt a sense of full exaltation.
A sword intended to slash a dragon.
Dragon sword type.
The energy of the top, middle, and bottom three-way battles were coordinated. In addition, flames that wanted to destroy all evil beings wrapped around the sword.
Lastly, whether it’s dragons, jinbeop, or the sky.
There was a strong will to cut down whatever it was. The ink blade of the black dragon sword was swung vertically from top to bottom while swimming on a different time axis.
From the sky to the ground, a straight line slash was drawn.
Dancheon.
Finally.
The sky opened.
