Chapter 714 – Laughter of Martial Arts
‘…If I miss him unluckily, someday in the distant future, the Blood Religion Master may turn into another Blood God.’
Seong-il realizes that he must take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate the Blood Religion Master, even in order to get rid of trouble, and quickly rushes into the battlefield.
A view of the battlefield from a very far distance. As they are quite far away, things begin to blur in Seong-il’s eyes. At the same time, as an ominous feeling approaches, Seong-il, who becomes desperate, puts on the Chrono Shield in the inventory and transforms the head into a drone to scout the surrounding scene.
‘Crazy…’
The appearance of a battlefield that is literally a mayhem itself. Within the chaos of the battlefield, hundreds of humanoid monsters resembling the tentacles with which he had fought bloodily before spewing disgusting black blood across the battlefield, contaminating the surroundings.
‘Has the blood god died and the core believers run out of control?’
The battlefield situation that can only be thought of like that. Their hands and feet turned into squid-like tentacles whipping the surroundings, and their faces also turned into blunt tentacles and coughed up blood, making them look like terrible monsters, but Seong-il was convinced that they were originally ‘human’ beings through their overall shape. Do.
“Die!! You monster!!”
A young guru raises his sword and attempts to melee the tentacles with a look of rage and disgust. Appearing to be a fairly outstanding warrior, he deftly evades the attacks of the rough tentacles, not befitting his age, and swings his sharp sword to slash the neck and vital parts of the tentacles at once.
However, despite being attacked at the vital point and the limbs shaking and bleeding, the tentacle man casually swings the tentacles of the limbs and attempts a fierce attack at the Moorim people in front of them.
“What…?”
Despite successive fatal attacks on the neck as well as the vital parts of the heart and brain, when the tentacle monster in front of him doesn’t seem to be taking any damage, the guru pauses his offensive for a moment with a puzzled expression and concentrates on defense.
“Kwaek!! Kwaweek!!”
Taking advantage of the moment when the offensive has calmed down, the monster vomits a cascade of foul-smelling blood towards the front from its large slashed wounds and huge inflated mouth.
“Ugh!?”
The young guru tries to evade the monster’s disgusting attack through violent movements. In fact, his bodywork succeeds in dodging most of the tentacle man’s vomited blood.
However, unfortunately, the guru’s efforts were put to shame and his face was smeared with a little blood from the tentacle man.
“Kuh…!? Kuh heuk?! Ugh?!”
A young guru who at first thought nothing of it and tried to wipe the blood off his sleeve. However, to his horror, he freaks out when he sees chunks of his face meat coming off and sticking to his sleeves.
“Keuk!! Kkeok…!!”
In the end, a huge amount of blood poured from the cracks in his rotten face. Because of this, he suffered from excessive bleeding and staggered his body to death.
“Attack from a distance!! It’s dangerous to stick!!”
Urgent and miserable cries flow from the mouth of Gu Jin-in, a long-time shaman who saw a promising young swordsman who was nominated as the successor because he was promising in the shaman fell.
“Protect your body with a strong body !! The Murim lords who can’t do it, go back immediately!!”
Even in the midst of this, some warriors who were protecting themselves with the body armor quickly grasped the situation and sorted out the chaos on the battlefield, as there was no problem even though the blood touched them.
“Die!! You bastard!!”
Hate and sadness bloomed on the face of Koo Jin-in, who always showed only a gentle appearance.
‘Ah, his skills were unusual. Was he a disciple of Koo Jin-in?’
Seong-il sees Gu Jin-in’s expression from a distance and is convinced that the young guru who died of a fatal wound a moment ago is his disciple.
“Burn and die in the fires of hell!! You wicked bastard!!”
Koo Jin-in succeeds in cutting off the limbs of a tentacled human using a soft but sharp sword technique unique to the shaman faction.
“What…?!”
However, horribly, the severed limbs of the tentacle men linger on the floor and reorganize into separate beings. Even, in that state, the limbs of tentacles make countless eyes and mouths in every corner of the body, and spit up blood, just like the blood god did earlier.
“You wicked devil!! Taste the mercy of Buddha!!”
While everyone is in a panic, a number of bald monks appear with wild cries and mercilessly beat tentacle humans with their fists wrapped in golden steel, turning them into rice cakes and shouting to the surroundings.
“It’s hard to subdue the monster with a slashing attack!! You have to burn or crush it!!”
The appearance of the tentacles whose activities are weak only after their words are crushed as if they were the correct answer. Fortunately, as soon as his attack seemed to work, one of the old masters, who had an impressive golden fighting spirit, roared like a lion and crushed the tentacle man again.
“Quaaaaagh!!”
“!!!”
The screams that dozens of people vomit at the same time in the outskirts while somehow struggling to blow rocks from a distance or grab hold of tentacles with body armor. At that unusual cry, the masters of each munpa who command the battlefield naturally look at the place.
“That!?”
And the bizarre sight you see there. Filthy blood and tentacle monsters were constantly protruding from the grotesque cracks created as if the air was collapsing.
『!@%^@!#!』
“What are you saying!! You monster!!”
And the figure of the Blood Religionist constantly shouting something blasphemous beneath it. Similar to a runaway blood god, his mouth and eyes were sticking out all over his body, and bloody wings were spread behind his back.
And, fortunately, Eun-wol and the masters of various political factions are fighting on an equal footing with such blood lords. However, as Eun-wol suddenly sees the situation turning pessimistic, she grits her teeth and decides to generously use the artifacts and abilities she had hidden from Seong-il.
『Cooooo!!!』
With a terrifying roar, the messenger of destruction lurking in the shadows of Eunwol burst out and brandished a huge black scythe-like claw at the Bloodmaster.
“That existence…?!”
At the sudden appearance of the messenger, the eyes of the Jung and Demon masters, who were fighting together, widen.
“Focus on the fight!”
Worried about the reactions of others, Eun-wol, who has been hiding the messenger in the shadows and subtly covering her skin to protect herself, casts a resentful look at the blood priest who twisted the situation this way.
“Dou! Did you also borrow the power of an evil god like the Blood Lord?! Answer me!!”
However, even after hearing Eun-wol’s words to focus, Hwasan’s Jang Moon-in looks at Eun-wol as if he has no idea and sharply asks the messenger’s identity.
“Tch…!!”
Eun-wol bites her teeth realizing that if Jeong-do is not able to give a proper answer to the Moorim people, there may be internal strife in the Jeong stable.
“Haap!!”
Then, a good idea passed through Eun-wol’s head. Instead of explaining to the members of the sect, she shouts while floating in the air using magic imprints.
“Don’t be stupid!! This ancient shadow spirit was lent to me by the guru for a while!”
“You’re right!!”
Hearing Eunwol’s excuses, the Moorim people glared at her with expressions saying what nonsense she was talking about. However, the master of martial arts was sweeping away the tentacles with Taegeuk sword. No, the doll of the Creator in the form of Seongil quickly approaches them and explains that the messenger of destruction is really a guru.
“That child is indeed the Shadow Spirit that our master usually uses when protecting her Samantha!!
After slashing an approaching tentacle with the flowing sword of the Sunyang River, the doll of the creator pretends to be Seong-il and demands strong attention from the Murim Lord to blunt the situation.
“Mmmm!!”
If someone else had covered up or made excuses, he would have cut off his words immediately, but the young guru in front of him is a disciple of ‘Shinseon’. Because of this, Jin Cheon-hui stops persecuting Eun-wol for a while and acts as Seong-il demands.
“Now is not the time for this!! We must eliminate that monster before it spreads to the house!!”
A situation in which some weak unmanned corpses are attacked by tentacles and turn into other tentacle monsters. Because of this, Jin Chun-hwi encourages his allies to put down their suspicions and focus on fighting.
“Hmm!!
As Jin Chun-hwi said, if the general public suffers damage or the infection begins because the tentacle monster cannot be suppressed, it is unclear how much damage will be caused. Because of this, the elders of each faction put aside their suspicions for a while and once again focus on subduing the Blood Religion Master.
“The terrible death of Nazarus!!”
A bunch of tentacle monsters rushed through the dimensional door. To prevent the situation from getting worse, Eun-wol uses the ring of incomprehensibility she received from Seong-il to hit them with powerful wide-area magic.
『Kuweeeee!!!』
Since it is a magic that extracts all the moisture from the body of a living creature and dries it, the tentacle monster created based on blood and flesh shows a fatal blow from the magic.
Fortunately, when the monsters seem to be hit properly by magic, Eun-wol blows a terrible blow at a place where ordinary humans don’t gather.
