Return of Mount Hua Sect

Did you wait long? (2)

Those who were at the forefront struggled and struggled to escape.

But there was nowhere to retreat. The camp, which was narrowed down by running all at once with curiosity, did not give them any chance to escape.

“Aaaaah! Move! Get out of the way, you bastards!”

“Vicky!”

They were terrified and had nothing to see.

He grabbed his comrades' shoulders and pushed them towards the demons, trampling on those who were bewildered and jumping over his head.

who was about to run.

The one who stopped in embarrassment.

Those who run away in fear.

The army, which had worked perfectly for one purpose, was twisted in an instant and began to become tangled in a mess.

“Chi, calm down! Calm down! What the hell are you doing!”

“Do not turn around! Damn it, don’t turn around!”

The scattered commanders shouted to control the situation, but they could not help those who were faced with a fear they had never experienced before.

“Get out of the way, you motherfuckers!”

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

He ripped it off and pushed it away. He even turned the tip of the sword that was supposed to be directed at the enemy to the ally.

It was indeed Abigail Hwan.

There was no way to explain this situation other than that.

The horror of those who saw 'the sight' with their own eyes spread quickly. Even those who were not able to see the scene in person because they were in the aft were frightened and turned white by the fear radiating from their colleagues.

Not knowing what to do, the magician's fingernails pierced fiercely in the midst of the tangled tangle between them.

Kaga Gaga!

The human body was torn and torn with the sword that he couldn't let go of his hand.

Even if we faced them head-on, we couldn't deal with them, but when we turned our backs on those people, the result was very clear.

The magicians' eyes gleamed with madness. There was no hesitation in the movement of piercing the hearts of those who turned their backs on them with their blackened hands piercing their spines.

In the midst of this, the mantras they constantly chant in a low voice stimulated and inflated the fear of the binggungdoists. The mantra, muttering in a creepy voice, seemed to be everywhere.

“Hey, hey!”

The warrior of Binggung sat down on the spot.

The black hand protruding from the chest of the colleague was clutching the heart that had just been pulled out flutteringly.

“… … .”

Blood spurted from his white, steaming heart and wet his face.

"Ah… … . iced coffee… … .”

Those who wield the sword always face death.

He, too, has lived his life thinking that he was ready to die. But the vivid death he encountered right before his eyes made him realize just how lax that thought had been.

“… … .”

My crotch got wet.

These guys aren't human.

Humans cannot do this. Except for the Suras who climbed up from Surado, it is impossible to kill people so cruelly.

"flaw… … . uh... … .”

Whoops!

But fortunately or unfortunately, he did not have to suffer from fear for a long time. For he who has his whole head crushed can't feel the fear.

The magician who blew off Binggungdo's head opened his mouth and smiled at the other Bingungdoists who couldn't even breathe. The moment they saw their blood-soaked teeth, the hearts of those who were terrified fell as if they had stopped for a moment.

“Cheonma Second Coming… … .”

A small mantra leaked from his mouth that he would not be able to hear well if he didn't listen.

“Manmaangbok.”

The magician stole his face with his hands.

It was an act of not knowing whether to wipe off the blood from the face or to apply the blood from the hands to the face.

The Bingungists could neither understand nor interpret the actions of the Magicians.

It is the realm of the unknown.

The incomprehensible causes fear.

“There is no land for unbelievers to live. It is our mission to purify the land of the coming of the Great.”

The magician flashed his eyes, exploded a huge madden, and quickly ran towards the warriors of Binggung.

Ms. Horn trembled with her eyes wide open in astonishment.

Being at the very back of the front row, I couldn't properly see the massacre that was taking place in front of me.

But you can tell. I had no choice but to know

The appearance of the pure white army, the symbol of binggung, charging was like a huge wave rushing into the white sandy beach.

However, the moment it collided with the white sandy beach called Magyo, dark red foam started to splash. Blood flew, and the white waves broke badly and turned red.

"this… … this… … .”

His beard trembled.

His blood felt cold.

Ten times more troops?

That was an illusion. At least it doesn't make any sense at this moment.

No matter how many sheep there are, there is nothing to do with a wolf digging through them.

At this moment, the warriors of Binggung were but a sheep, and those magicians were like wolves, or even more unknown beasts.

'This is magic... … .'

didn't know anything

No matter how many times we ran into each other, I couldn't understand what the magician was or how insane the magicians were.

Of course, this wasn't the woman's fault.

Who on earth could have imagined that those gloomy and quiet people would change in such a revealing way?

magic.

fearful and terrifying beings. a creature of fear.

The wife understood later. Why have the stories about them been transmitted only in unclear and superficial language?

It was not a sight that could be described in words.

No orator, no historian, would be able to explain in words or writing what kind of existence they were.

It was the wife's mistake to not know that, and it was Binggong's mistake.

The woman's soul was now trembling like an aspen.

Her hair turned white and her eyes were dizzy.

"Ah… … .”

Her eyes fluttered wildly, a mixture of fear and confusion.

“Come on, elder!”

“… … .”

“Elder! instructions! I must do something! Elder!”

As the situation worsened, more and more people were calling for the wife's marriage. But he was as hard as a stone statue and did not say anything.

Her pale white lips twitched.

“Elder! You need to calm down! Elder!”

True courage is revealed when everything falls apart.

It is a binggung that has almost lost its ice-like reason, but there were definitely people who kept the soul of an uninhabited person in it.

"Move! Vicky! You bastards!”

“Ahhhh! Aaaaah!”

They marched forward like crazy waves through their comrades rushing in backwards. I saw the tragic corpses of my colleagues who were thrown out in mischief.

squeaky.

Blood trickled down from his bitten lips.

'These demons.'

Words are of no use.

Those who once lost courage are not calmed by any words. The only way to turn them around is to show that you can fight them.

Whoops!

The shoulders were constantly bumping into each other.

The samurai of Binggung who clenched his teeth and stepped forward pushed his strength into the sword.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

And, taking advantage of the gap in which his comrades fell, he pierced a full blow.

Whoops!

The warrior opened his eyes.

The sword he had stabbed was stuck in the demon's stomach.

He didn't think he would succeed in such a simple attack, so he was even more bewildered.

one at that moment.

The magician, who slowly raised his blackened hand, grabbed the blade of the sword stuck in his stomach.

Then he raised his head and stared at the warrior of Binggung.

'… … Smile?'

His face, contorted like a demon, was eerie and bizarre, but it was evident that he had floated on top of it… … It was a laugh.

visor!

The blade of the sword held in the demon's hand broke as it was.

Binggungdo, who was pushing the sword with all his strength in the wind, staggered in recoil.

snap.

The magician reached out and grabbed his neck.

“Uh-huh!”

Binggungdo's body, which had been struggling, gradually stiffened with the hand tightening as if it was about to break his neck at any moment.

The magician, who was quietly staring at the warrior of Binggung held in his hand, pulled out the blade of the sword stuck in his stomach with his other hand.

“… … A worm-like bastard.”

Whoops!

And he shoved it right into Binggungdo's chest.

Whoops! Whoops! Whoops!

Dozens of knives that followed in an instant made the upper body of Binggung Do an egg and a rag. The magician who hurriedly threw his dead body to the floor, trampled on his skull.

Quad Duck!

The horror could not be seen with the naked eye.

Binggungdo's courage was definitely remarkable. But that courage eventually made his companions even more terrified.

The magician ran his hand over the blood that had flowed from the wound on his stomach. There was thick blood on his fingertips.

The magician, who was slowly looking at the red blood as if to confirm everyone, stared at the front again with a nonchalant face. And he began to massacre the Bingungists with the same momentum as before he was wounded.

Even if you get hurt, nothing will change. Even though he is a person with red blood.

What that fact brought to Binggung was despair itself.

collapses

The dark clouds brought by the magicians were coloring the pure white castle black.

“… … .”

No one could easily open their mouths.

The disciples of the volcano, who looked down through the two small windows, stiffened in shock, and only occasionally the sound of tense breathing resounded.

Touk.

Sweat dripped from the tip of Baekcheon's chin and trickled down the floor.

Hundreds of thousands of sweat were not alone.

I was confident that I had gone through several hells, but I had never seen a hell like this. The faces of the volcanic disciples were as white as a hand-made blank sheet.

“… … Sa-suk.”

“… … .”

When Dang So-so opened his mouth with difficulty first, Baek Cheon bit his lip without saying a word.

'Is this magic... … .'

I could understand now.

What did Qingming mean?

Surely you wouldn't have known this without seeing it with your own eyes. It was natural that he could not understand this scene without feeling it with his body.

'That's not a person.'

It wasn't about being strong or weak.

Even if the inaction of the demon cults was low enough that a hundred thousand swords could cut it with one sword, the creepiness that was creeping in his chest now would not have diminished at all.

Cheongmyeong said that all the magicians are crazy.

There is nothing wrong with that. No, I just couldn't describe them in words like that.

“Amitabha… … . Amitabha. Amitabha... … !”

Hyeyeon kept saying dislikes over and over again. At the end of the dissatisfaction that started with grievance and embarrassment, anger was buried.

The sight of him with his white, tired face and his eyes closed was so pathetic that it was hard to see.

“How… … How can a person... … !”

Yoonjong also shivered and sharpened his teeth.

"execution. Calm down.”

Jo Geul grabbed Yoon Jong's shoulder and tried to calm him down. However, Yoon Jong's anger did not go away easily.

“… … People can't do that. People shouldn't be like that!"

Needless to say, the bodies of the Binggung samurai who had turned to pieces were still increasing.

There were only fifty people.

A horrendous number of magicians were literally ravaging and devastating the Binggung, which had a history of hundreds of years.

It was only now that I could clearly understand the reason why they had to work together to block the demonic religion, which is only a religion, not only with Jeong and Sae-oe.

This is also why Qingming was so excited when the name “Magyo” came out.

The screams of those running away in fear.

The last word that my body ripped to pieces.

How could it be that this is not a sound coming from hell?

“Amitabha.”

Hyeyeon memorized dissatisfaction as the class leader.

“The only thing other than that is that this kind of hell shouldn’t be unfolding in the people’s world. This shouldn't happen. this… … .”

As he was about to say something more, he shut his mouth tightly. It was hard to handle the rushing emotions.

"execution."

At that time, Yui Seol, who had been silent, opened his mouth.

“It breaks down.”

“… … .”

It was. He could see clearly even in the eyes of a hundred thousand.

The warriors of Binggung, who had lost their fighting spirit, were running away in fear.

“How do you do it?”

At Dang Soso's question, Baekcheon turned his head and looked at Cheongmyeong.

'Not yet?'

I guess so. Because it hasn't been long since I've entered my fortune.

“… … a little bit more first. Let’s wait a little longer.”

It was the moment when Baekcheon bit his lip.

A man was seen leaping noblely from the top of the wall.

A battlefield where nothing but blood and death remain.

A man wrapped in black bloody clothes walked lightly as if walking on the ground that had been stained dark red with his torn corpse and dripping blood.

Like Sura walking on the devil's land.

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