Chapter 62 – Heavenly Demonic Church (2)
“Come on, get out.”
With Dan Cheon-sang’s words, the door of the plane opened, and I slowly descended the stairs.
On the left and right sides of the long red carpet, about a hundred people in black were lined up.
Thud. In line with the coming of the sky, the black righteous men stoically slashed their swords to the ground. And at the same time he started shouting.
“Heavenly Demons, Heavenly Demons, Heavenly Demons, Happy Demons! Everyone at Ma Yeong-sura University, see the young teacher!”
The whole airfield seemed to resonate at the sound of hundreds of top performers shouting, using even their inner strength.
We received a grand welcome, and at the end of the red carpet, we boarded a limousine driven by Daejoo Ma Young-sura.
[…I don’t think the president would be welcomed this much either.]
Midsummer’s face stiffened at the strong momentum that Ma Yeong-sura radiated.
[In some ways, more than the president.]
It’s surprisingly future-oriented in some areas, but also surprisingly conservative in these areas.
It was a unique group in many ways.
The place we got off was an airport dedicated to Shinkyo near Mt. Halla, which is not accessible to the general public. Rather than being a simple airport, looking around, it was more like a huge military base.
As if to show the surroundings, the limousine moved inside the airport at a slow pace.
“Awesome. It doesn’t look like a Moorim group at all.”
I said with admiration. It wasn’t just ‘unmanned’, but soldiers with guns, futuristic-looking tanks, large transport planes, and even fighters and other armored equipment were full at the airport.
“Heh heh… The Cheonma Shinkyo is not a simple Moorim group. We sell armed forces all over the world. And while it may not be the largest on Earth, it is the most ‘powerful’ military installation.”
Dan Chun-sang said with a smile on his lips as if he was proud.
“Unlike the governments of each country, Cheonma Shinkyo does not require the consent of the National Assembly to project force. Of course it’s fast, efficient, and powerful. It has reached a point where it makes no sense to subtract the Heavenly Demon Church from global security.”
If this world was a normal place, just hearing about it, it was an extremely dangerous group whose existence itself could never be tolerated.
However, after the Gate incident, numerous countries collapsed and deteriorated, and for mankind, now was not the time to worry about ‘minor’ problems, and the Chunma Shinkyo quickly dug into the gap.
I knew it as a knowledge, but when I actually passed by and looked around, I realized how amazing it was.
“SR-72?”
Inside the igloo, a uniquely shaped aircraft painted jet black came into view.
“Oh, you know? SR-73 Darkstar to be exact.”
Tan Cheon-sang was delighted with her eyes shining. Even though he was an unmanned man of a tremendous level, it seemed clear that he was surprisingly interested in this as well.
“Isn’t it an unmanned experiment machine?”
“Originally it was. Cheonma Shinkyo is building its own supply chain and investing heavily in R&D. I picked up a project that was almost scrapped and made it. For your reference, this is a lure.”
“…Her. That’s great.”
“Heh heh… I’m so glad you recognized me. It is a work led by this old woman.”
Dan Chun-sang smiled very satisfied.
No wonder. As soon as I said that, my face lit up. There’s nothing wrong with building a friendship with a nobleman like Tae Sang-ho, so it’s better to match the rhythm.
In fact, I was a bit intrigued.
“How fast is it?”
“With a scramjet engine, you can get up to Mach 11 or so. It can be reached anywhere in the world in an hour or two. It was originally made for such an emergency support purpose. It is difficult for ordinary humans to ride, but if it is unmanned, it can withstand tens of grams of gravitational acceleration.”
“You think of making something like that, and it’s amazing.”
“Heh heh, as expected, the small school principal and even close friends are putting gold on this old lady’s face.”
“I am serious. It’s bigger than I could have imagined.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen this, but I’m sure that Cadet Kim Moo-gong and Nobu will get along well.”
“So do i.”
Dan Cheon-sang nodded his head with a satisfied expression.
After all, there is no one who does not like praise.
[…What are you two doing?]
Midsummer opened her eyes and glanced at me and the sweet heavens.
[Uh-huh, where is the woman in the man’s conversation?]
[Ugh….]
After a long and friendly conversation with a man, I found myself leaving the base and passing between numerous buildings.
Seeing huge buildings erected here and there among the dense forest, the sense of reality was terribly lost.
In a world where martial arts run rampant, only this place felt like SF.
It was ironic that they were the strongest group in terms of martial arts.
Following the winding road escorted by a vehicle in which the Ma Yeong-sura team boarded, they finally arrived at a building towering like the Tower of Babel.
“Im here.”
The car door opened, and unlike the airport, we received quiet guidance from Protestants and entered the building marked ‘Cheonmajeon’. As soon as Dan Chun Sang entered the room, he lightly greeted us and left.
[…It’s so different from what I thought.]
Midsummer opened her eyes wide and looked around the ornate building.
To be honest, so did I. For me, who had thought of a traditional oriental palace because it was called the Palace of Heaven, I couldn’t help but be embarrassed by such a huge building.
From the moment we arrived, no matter how we look at it, it was a series of shocks.
“How does it feel to be back home?”
She looked at the sky and said. Strangely, he had very little to say.
“…I don’t feel anything special. A house is a house than that.”
Chun Ha-yeon looked at me with a tone that was not inspired.
“Do you have something to say?”
“Father… I want you to be careful in front of the principal. Even I myself am unpredictable.”
“That’s right.”
There is no one who can make fun of his mouth in front of the absolute magician.
“I’ll see you later.”
“Okay.”
Chun Ha-yeon, the small school owner, seemed different from us starting from the waiting area.
Midsummer and I were assigned separate waiting rooms on the middle floor of the building.
“Ahh…! I think I’m going crazy because I’m nervous.”
Midsummer stamped her feet and let out a deep sigh.
“You can just think of him as Cheon Ha-yeon’s father. Oh, Apple Mango. Want some?”
I put a piece of apple mango on the table into my mouth. The sweetness that seemed to melt her tongue spread all over her mouth, and a slight refreshing scent wafted through it. I don’t know about tangerines, but it seems that Jeju Island grows apple mangoes in this world. It’s expensive, but the taste is definitely overwhelming.
“I’m done. And that’s what makes it even more tense. Your friend’s father is a very difficult person by nature, isn’t it?”
“I heard and saw it.”
Smart.
We didn’t even wait long, but a woman with a calm impression came out to meet us.
“The headmaster is calling.”
“Let’s go, midsummer.”
“…Ugh.”
Midsummer timidly followed behind me.
She rode the high-rise elevator all the way up to the top floor.
A great battle with a huge throne…
There was nothing like it.
The gigantic door opened, revealing a room made entirely of glass on one side. Near the window overlooking the panoramic view below, a middle-aged man in a plain black long robe stood with his hands behind her back.
I exchanged glances with Chun Ha-yeon next to him and slowly approached.
Rather than a room where the head of the Protestant Church stays, it felt more like the president’s office of a large corporation somewhere.
In a way, it was true that he was the most powerful president in the world.
When we arrived near the old-fashioned desk, the man who had been looking out the window turned toward us. He was a handsome man who appeared to be only in his mid-30s. Will Cheon Ha-yeon look like this after 10 years of dressing as a man?
Heavenly Demon, Cheonweigang.
It was the name of a man who was the master of Shinto religion, the absolute ruler of magic, and the father of Cheon Ha-yeon.
“I am Cadet Kim Mu-gong. It is an honor to meet the Heavenly Demon, the ruler of magic.”
“It is midsummer, too. It is an honor to meet the Heavenly Demon, the ruler of magic.”
When I said it with a fist, Midsummer also hurriedly followed suit.
“It became a bluff.”
An insensitive voice rang out. Chen Wei-kang’s eyes turned to mine, and a feeling of oppression arose.
The energy of the Heavenly Horse Goddess exploded and countered the energy of Chen Weigang. As if it was unacceptable, he vigorously resisted the force of the police officers.
“I don’t know.”
Chen Wei-gang sighed coldly and sat down in a chair. Then he continued his words with a careless look on his chin.
“I heard that you handed over the information about blood ties to Ha-yeon. He must have deserved a prize if he had made a mark. If there is anything you want, tell me.”
What you want I did.
“I want you to see a doctor.”
“It’s trivial.”
Anger – The pressure exerted by Chen Wei-gang intensified.
This time, too, the energy of the Heavenly Demon Spirit naturally arose and resisted Chen Weigang. To the extent that the surroundings shimmered, tangible authenticity overflowed.
“Sir!”
Cheon Ha-yeon was surprised as if he would be the flagship. Even Cheon Ha-yeon of the world knows how to make such a face. Even in the midst of fierce resistance, I kept hearing stupid thoughts.
“What the hell did you learn?”
Chen Weigang regained his momentum and tapped his desk with his fingers.
It is a branching point.
Perhaps, even if it’s a secret here, Chen Yugang will just pass by.
Is that the answer? Suddenly, I had such a question.
In a fleeting moment, I instinctively spit out the words.
“It’s a unicorn divine skill.”
Something was reluctant to talk about Cheonma Shin Gong, which has the same name as Cheonma Shin Gong. Because it can cause some misunderstanding. To put it bluntly, the heavenly horse is a Pegasus, and if you look only at the description and effect, it is a unicorn.
Chen Wei-gang’s brow furrowed.
…Was it a wrong answer? It didn’t look very good.
“It’s a martial art I’ve never heard of. Where is the priestess?”
Chen Wei-gang, who had been lost in thought for a while, spoke in a cold voice.
“There is no disciplinarian… I got a chance.”
“Right.”
Surprisingly, it went smoothly. Eventually, Chen Weigang’s gaze shifted to Midsummer.
After staring at Midsummer for a while, Chen Weigang’s eyes widened. I even freaked out a little.
“…It’s impossible.”
“Professor…?”
Even Cheon Ha-yeon felt strange about Chen Yu-gang’s reaction and tilted his head.
“Did you say Midsummer Cadet?”
“Yes.”
Midsummer bowed her head in a tense posture.
“Learned tricks. Say your name. Right now.”
Unlike before, it was a tyrannical command tone.
It was clear that he would not tolerate rejection.
[Say it?]
[If you don’t tell me, I think they’ll try to find out by force. It would be better to say.]
Midsummer, who had been biting her lips, eventually spoke her own simbeop.
“I am Heavenly Mountain Goddess Gong.”
Kung – As soon asheheard her simbeop, Chen Wei-kang jumped up from his seat.
