Chapter 305 – 7. You’re Not a Mermaid Just Because You Ran Away Into the Water… (8)
Kugoong -!! Curling…
A group of people from far away were watching the scene at the moment when all the Changryongs were being eaten by the red giant-like monster except for the one member of the Changryong who had committed the troll.
“Are there still foreign presses left?”
To be precise, it should be called a ‘foreign entity’, but it is meaningless to separate and distinguish between that and foreign bodies in the first place, so it would not be wrong to call them foreign bodies as well.
“What is this? Haven’t all the summoned foreign beings been dealt with?”
“That, that… I thought that an object had been destroyed, but at that time, the existence was denied and temporarily lost its shape, but it seems that the existence itself did not disappear.”
It’s not to the extent that it can be described as a pole, but it has limbs that are abnormally thin compared to its body size, and it’s covered in a red carapace that looks like it mimics the armor worn by Western knights, which seem to be made up of the carapaces of creatures. The hand was shaped like a large pair of tweezers, united with the arm.
I couldn’t understand what kind of meaning it was given and how it came to be like that, but I seemed to know a few things.
Living things are basically afraid of big things, and they are afraid of red things implicitly.
If it’s a beast, fire.
Human blood.
And in the act of eating something, the fear of predators that creatures have by default.
“What the hell does that represent?”
Its height was 8 feet tall, far beyond what looked like a ghost, and it seemed to be 20 feet tall.
Its body is very thin and looks relatively light, but the weight that comes from its height is by no means formidable. Although that monster normally moves slowly, it moves very quickly when it starts hunting humans.
“Changryongdae… All except one person were wiped out”
“I saw it too”
It’s easy to see that the people of the political faction who didn’t want to look good died, but it was a situation where we couldn’t just rejoice.
Foreigners are very easy to deal with and easy to deal with if you know how to deal with them, but that’s only up to a point.
After enough meaning was given to it by the beings of this world and it began to have substance, it started to become very troublesome from then on.
Now, no matter how much I look at that foreign press, I can’t seem to find the answer to that dramatic growth in that short time.
“Has the situation been reported to the Most High?”
“That, that… Is being stopped by a cat woman from the West Continent…”
“Kuh…!!”
That’s dangerous.
It would be nice if it wiped out the hateful and hypocritical sects and corrupt governments, but what they wanted was the arrival of a paradise illuminated by white flames, not the destruction of this world.
If that thing is released into the world and given more meaning and a firmer reality than in this world, then the answer really is gone.
He thought he had to stop it here, but it was difficult for the master of the Demonic Cult, Heuksalyeomra, to step forward.
It wasn’t because he was afraid of death, but because if he didn’t overcome it, it could bring about a bigger disaster.
That’s fear, horror, hatred, anger, etc. That a creature has. It is a form of all kinds of malicious emotions.
Beings who receive strength and meaning from the dark side of a person and whose shape is determined.
The darkness of Baekhwagyo received from the hypocrites of that filthy faction was like the concentrated crystal of that faction’s malice.
Especially…
As for yourself…
“What the heck is he embodied?”
It was very important in dealing with the foreign media that started to have substance.
It is greatly influenced by the meaning of the shape it has, and depending on that meaning, it sometimes collapses in vain. Sometimes there were cases where no matter how arrogant and how strong it was, it didn’t fall.
Of course, it wouldn’t have gone that far yet, but the Heavenly Demon was the only one who could disregard such compatibility and put an end to it with certainty.
“Four members of the Black Slayer team were already killed by that cat.
“…”
The cat woman who seems to be the supreme leader of the western continent who is said to be stopping the Heavenly Demon.
Because of her, contact with her supreme being was completely cut off.
“Kuh…”
After trying to figure out what to do with this, I finally decided on the last method called black hair dye.
“Evict all the private houses on the side the monster is heading to. Never kill them! He’s already grown as much as he will grow and will extract meaning from the blood shed on the ground!”
“Honorable name!!”
Seeing his subordinate quickly disappear from his seat, he gripped his throbbing head and gritted his teeth.
This will further increase the reputation of the Demonic Cult.
To save them, but they won’t know it.
I just thought that the Demonic Cult was acting out again.
However, if this is also karma, it is more than karma.
It is karma for recklessly managing a dangerous being called a foreign press.
On that day, the Black Slayers beat the people of the five villages with wooden clubs or bamboo sticks in their hands and drove them out by force.
And to one of the villages it had driven out, late at night the monster walked slowly, leading its huge body.
Kuung -!!
Kuung -!!
“It looks slow, but it’s about as fast as a horse walking a little faster. It’s hard to control…”
“…”
As masters of martial arts, there is no problem even if they do not sleep for a day or two, but in the end, they are human beings who have to eat, defecate, and sleep.
In comparison, it’s not fast, but it’s never slow either. It was constantly advancing at an unstoppable speed.
Today has been somehow, but eventually the limit will come quickly.
One day people will come face to face with it and will be devoured with great horror and its meaning.
“What is the possibility that the political faction will properly understand that?”
“…”
Thinking, thinking, thinking. After thinking about it for a long time again, Yeomra with black hair wrapped his face with his hands and came to the conclusion that he might have to make a final choice that he did not want to pretend.
“Send all the information about that stuff you’ve compiled so far to those damn bastards.”
“Elder!”
“Don’t get me wrong. If this continues anyway, this world will be destroyed. Do you think it will pick up and catch political factions and common grassroots? In the end, it will wipe out everything without covering anything, and in the end, it will become too strong to help, and eat all of us too. I guess. Until it swallows everything in this world.”
“…”
“We have no choice but to admit that we made a mistake. We have to get rid of it somehow before it’s too late, even as we say sorry to those disgusting sects.”
The Black Slayer quietly lowered his head and opened his mouth with great difficulty.
“John… Myung”
“I’m sorry. But please.”
Food Deok…
The red hen landed next to the black flame.
Seeing such a hen, the black-haired Yeomra quietly bowed her body and opened her mouth to politely bow.
“My God…”
“Tail…”
The hen, no, Zoroaster’s creed, Faravahar, was just looking at her with sad, pitiful eyes.
On the other hand, the look in his eyes felt as if he was blaming himself.
Why? Why…
Why the hell did you do that?
Aren’t you guys like that?
“Sir God. We can no longer stand by the actions of those heinous sects. Even if we forgive them, they will not forgive our very existence.”
“Tail…”
Faravahar quietly closed his eyes and let out a sad cry.
“Cuckoo…”
Paravahar sighed and stood on the shoulder of the black-skinned flame, quietly patting his head with his wings.
As if not to worry.
“Are you a believer?”
“Cluck”
As if everything was going to be fine, there was a big sadness in her cry that I didn’t know why.
However, I couldn’t understand what the hell the sadness of the creed called black hair was due to.
Although he is comforting himself, he wonders what is the reason Shinjo himself is immersed in so much sadness.
* * * * * *
“Tch… Ghosts don’t catch guys like that and don’t know what to do”
“Shhhhh…”
I stopped the man who was hesitating and complaining here and there, and I just looked around and worried that someone might not have listened.
I want to talk but I can’t
Even if you knew, you shouldn’t have known, if you saw, you shouldn’t have seen, and if you heard, you shouldn’t have listened.
Being right is right, and that in itself is right, so going against it is evil in and of itself.
So no matter what happens, it is justice. To be dissatisfied with it is evil.
No matter how unfair and absurd it is, it is not allowed to harbor objections to it.
Because it is correct
But really. What is Jeong?
By now, everyone had no choice but to get tired of being Jung.
* * *
A bustling and beautiful city. A clean and well-groomed street.
But there were no smiles on the street.
And the Black Slaughter crew members who passed by that street naturally frowned at this disgusting street.
That distant past. There was always a bright smile on the street where the bright lights of the white flowers shined, but this is the only result of persecuting and persecuting us so much, defining us as evil and driving us to the top of the holy water.
Although they were kicked out because they were truly evil, anger arose over whether we should have suffered such unfair deaths and sacrifices, but now was the time to put aside our personal feelings.
Although they were forced to make extreme choices because of those who drove them into a predicament, it was clear that at the end of the tightrope they committed the worst accident that they should never have committed.
Smile.
I’d rather laugh.
If we are so wrong, shouldn’t we laugh when the wrong is gone!
Yes, what sins do you guys have? Being powerless and foolish is probably your only sin.
Even if you knew what was right, what would have been possible?
Still. Isn’t there such a thing as maybe?
If only you guys hadn’t abandoned us. If you had believed in us a little more, this might not have happened.
But he himself already knows that such laments are futile.
That the grassroots who betrayed us were already hundreds of years old, and that they are just their descendants.
They also said that the brilliant past of Baehwagyo was just a story they had heard through their parents and guardians.
“…”
Even so.
It was an unchanging fact then and now that they call us the Demonic Cult just because they are Baekhwagyo, do not even try to talk, do not even try to understand us, define us as evil and drive us.
Among those who reached the elite level in the Demonic Cult in the first place, who would not have such a story?
That deep resentment is the driving force behind their growth.
His father died after being hit with a cudgel for embezzling grain he had never seen before.
Her mother was harassed by a brat named Taoist, and then dared to flirt with a certain female Murim.
All of this happened before he was even ten years old, and despite this, he was relatively gentle among the Dark Slayers.
Perhaps that’s why the elder chose him.
No way, the other members wouldn’t have been able to calm down right in front of the rightists.
Under?
No matter how rotten the members of the political faction were, I thought they would keep the minimum duty as they were the ones who advocated ‘jeong’.
However, no matter how much he tried to deny it, the current situation pointed to only one situation.
Even in the office. Even in the reception room.
Training room and training room.
Danju, who was supposed to be in charge of the branch here, could not be found anywhere even after washing his eyes.
Even if I thought about what happened, it was too quiet for that, and when I listened to the implicit conversations, all of them were like this.
Is it today?
‘Today’
There was a mixture of deep resignation, resentment, and implicit envy in those words.
* * * * * *
“Chuckling”
“Give me a glass of wine.”
They were giving and receiving drinks in broad daylight, and all of them were tipping their drinks while holding the women next to them who were trying hard to hide their uncomfortable looks.
“Thank you for this, Grandmaster Jin. This village must not be so peaceful since the Grandmaster is so good.”
“Stop talking and give me a glass.”
Seeing him handing out a bottle of wine, Yang Dae-ju poured alcohol into the glass, and he drank with a reddened face as his nose was already twisted at the overflowing incense.
“So, how is Yang Dae-joo these days?”
“How about it. Maybe the mop is a bit old these days, so the water drops don’t come out well.”
“Tsuttuk, that’s why you squeezed the right amount.”
“Eh, why do you say that? Originally, weeds weren’t things that would grow on their own if left alone.”
Although they seemed to be bruising each other, the two of them were exchanging drinks as they chimed in with each other as if they were on good terms.
Between them, a man in a dark red uniform was looking down at the two as if they were pathetic, and the two of them couldn’t grasp the situation properly for a while due to their brains dulled by alcohol. ?’ I screamed and fell backwards with a thump.
“What, what!!”
“That, dark red uniform… Standing, no way, black flesh!!”
Still, he quietly opened his mouth as he saw him trembling, perhaps recognizing himself as a Murim.
“I have no intention of hurting you guys. This time, rather, we are in a position to say sorry to you guys at our famous school.”
“Keuk, keuhum? Hum?”
“I’m in a hurry, so I’ll just talk about the main topic right away. Our famous school had a big accident.”
At the word “Accident,” Dae-joo put on an expression that he couldn’t understand, as if asking what the hell he meant.
“If you leave it as it is, it’s an obvious fact that you guys from the sect will disappear, but the problem is that you brought something too dangerous.”
“Uh, don’t be ridiculous. No matter what you bastards of the Demonic Cult do, justice will surely win.”
At his words, the Black Slayer’s head throbbed again.
These damn things. Damn you guys. Spoiled children.
“It’s not that kind of problem! At this rate, it’s not a matter of factions or demonic cults, it’s that the world itself is about to perish!
“How can you believe the words of you wicked demons!”
“Damn it!!”
I was really outraged.
I was seriously thinking about whether I should kill this guy right now and find someone else, but I didn’t have time for that.
“No matter what tricks you guys try to do, this body will never be fooled.”
“This idiot…!!”
When he realized that he was a member of the Black Slaughter Unit and trembled just a moment ago, now it seemed that it would not hurt him.
“If so, I will spread it as widely as possible, whether people believe it or not. Surely our Demonic Cult made a mistake, but because of you, we missed the time to solve it, and the time to subdue the idea of the world’s destruction was delayed. And that sign lasted for several days. If you don’t, they will attack this place, and then it will be too late even if you regret it. The demons and you will all perish amicably.”
“Do you think I’m going to give in?”
He could read something in Daeju’s eyes in front of him.
It was truly endless greed.
Even with the black belt in front of him.
And even though he was really aware that Satan had been healed by doing something in the Demonic Cult, he was acting out his guts by taking the world hostage.
“…What do you want?”
“What do you expect from the Demonic Cult! I will never give in to my evil enemies.”
“Does your spirit want to see the world perish? Do you think I don’t know that you already knew the situation to some extent?!”
At that, Dae-ju gulped and swallowed.
I felt that if I crossed the line a bit more, this guy would kill himself, seize the manor at will, and blow up a telegram to solve the situation.
However, I couldn’t back down from here.
“You villain!
As a result, the Dark Slayer found out what he wanted.
He also wants what he wants. A way to get all the damn thing he wants.
He wanted the honor of catching the Black Slaughter Corps himself.
“…”
Good night.
As long as I can get over this crisis of the end of the world, I’ll accept this damn performance.
But…
One day, you will surely be punished for this.
Certainly.
As soon as he drew his sword, the Danju guy in front of him flinched and trembled, but when he realized that his sword had no life at all, he began to rush at him with all his courage.
* * * * * *
“Choo…”
“…”
I was seriously thinking about black hair dye.
I wondered if Faravahar had gone senile.
What Shinjo dropped in front of him was a book that looked like a fairy tale book from the West.
It seemed like he was trying to convey something important, but what was he thinking?
A book placed in front of the black hair.
The title of the book was:
人魚公主
It was a story about a half-human, half-fish princess falling in love with a human prince on earth, devoting her voice to a human being and becoming a human to find love.
