Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 532

Don't bow your head. (3)

Soldiers in white uniforms marched.

The sight of the white troops marching in a line on the white land made the viewer feel even a kind of reverence.

However, the disciples of Hwasan, who were running at the forefront of the army, felt a strange sense of incongruity as they watched the warriors of Bukhae Ice Palace following them.

“Location.”

"Well."

At Yoonjong's low call, Baekcheon nodded his head lowly.

'I don't feel cheated at all.'

It's the road to magic.

Even if everyone is full of morale and raises their enthusiasm, it will not be enough. However, subtle confusion and anxiety were transmitted from behind. Aside from the legs that stand firmly.

“… … It’s a problem.”

At Seol So-baek's instructions, the woman's soul came down from the position of elder Il. Although he was not expelled from the office of elder for merit, he could no longer represent the elders.

So, as an ordinary elder, he was just serving from behind.

Because of this, Binggung was now led by Seol So-baek, a young man, and Han Yi-man, who actually represented him.

Although Lee Myung Han was said to have served the previous royal prince as the general of Binggung, it was inevitable that he would be inferior in his reputation and achievements compared to his wife.

It's never good news to lose the weight of your lead when you're going to face your worst enemy.

Jo-Geul, who was spying on the back, whispered softly to Yoon-Jong.

“Isn’t it strange, the death penalty?”

“What do you mean?”

Yoonjong slowly turned his head at Jo-Geul's sudden words. His eyes were already full of disbelief. If you say anything strange, it seems like you're going to bury it.

“Is that so? The reason the morale is down right now is because the elder sister-in-law has resigned?”

“Perhaps it will.”

“Then, when you were expelled from the position of Elder Il in the first place, wouldn’t it be good to oppose it?”

“… … .”

“When I am pushed out of the position of an elder, I follow them without saying a word, and I feel anxious because I am not there. I don’t know what the situation is.”

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Yoon-Jong's lips.

It was a sharp point that didn't look like a jogger.

While Yoon Jong could not find a proper answer and was silent, Baek Cheon spoke instead.

“Because we are not responsible for ourselves.”

“… … Responsibility?”

He nodded quietly.

“If the same thing happened to a volcano, anyone would have their own opinion. And, of course, he would be responsible for the consequences of his opinions.”

Yoonjong nodded and agreed.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“… … No, but after thinking about it for a moment, it doesn't seem obvious. Shouldn't I be responsible for what I didn't do in the volcano? Even if that bastard did an accident, we are going to fix it!”

uh?

I heard it too... … .

“Uh-huh!”

Baek Cheon, who had coughed in vain, continued to speak.

“But not here. All you have to do is follow the instructions above. Then there is no need to take responsibility even if complaints arise.”

“… … Shouldn’t that be the case?”

Baekcheon shook his head at Jo Girl's questionable voice.

“How shall we judge right from wrong? It would be arrogant to say that we, who live in the Midlands, judge and understand the ways of this distant North Sea. You just have to see it with your own eyes and feel it for yourself.”

“Okay, Sasuk.”

Jo Girl still looked dissatisfied, but for once nodded her head.

'It's true, having a blue-eyed kid sit down as the king... … .'

Even if the child is the courtier, he just follows.

At first glance, you may think that it is a loyalty. However, to interpret this statement, it meant that Seol Sobaek was putting the responsibility for all the crises that Bukhae Ice Palace is experiencing.

Jo-Gal didn't like it any more.

Seol So-baek was on the back of two people running in front. Of course, there's no way he wouldn't have lived in hiding and taught Sobaek the martial arts, but anyway, it's a harsh road for a child.

However, the child persevered without a single complaint.

"execution."

“Why again?”

“… … I didn't say anything, so why are you getting so annoyed?"

“Okay, let’s talk.”

“Ah, that’s it. I will not.”

“Is this kid?”

When Yoonjong rolled his eyes, Jo Geul shrugged and shrugged.

“Oh, no. I thought it would be unusual to have disciples. That little boy... … .”

“My lord, my lord! Palace!”

“… … Yes. That’s why I feel like that when I see the king.”

Then, Dang So-so, who was listening to their conversation, snorted a little.

“The fact that Jo-Gul’s death sentence felt that was well worth coming to the North Sea.”

“I agree with you, Soso.”

Baek Cheon glanced back at the executioners and let out a low smile.

'They're also true.'

This was the way the disciples of the volcano could relax in their own way. The increase in trivial puns, etc., was like proof that he was nervous that much.

I did just that.

Isn't Baekcheon too tense to the point that his muscles feel stiff? Even that Yui-seol had a slightly stiffer expression than usual.

Fear of battle and fear of magic.

While everyone was under pressure, there was only one person who was at peace.

“Oh! It's going to be frozen! How far to arrive? What's so far away! Are you on the right track?”

“… … .”

All of a sudden, Cheongmyung, who was covered in bearskin, screamed and yelled at me.

It was surprising to me that he could be angry like that while trembling non-stop.

'Is that bastard really three times as tall as others?'

Others are nervous and can't even speak properly, but in the meantime, they're complaining about being cold. Should I call that bold or thoughtless?

and… … .

“Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Baek-ah, who had her hair removed from the front of Cheong-myeong, trembled and cried sharply as if she was too cold.

It was really astounding.

'Where else did it pop out?'

I couldn't even see my nose when fighting!

So really!

Baekcheon sighed deeply and opened his mouth.

“… … Cheong Myung-ah.”

"Why?"

Qingming shook his head.

“I think my morale has gone down, are you okay?”

"fraud?"

Then he looked back and smiled.

"do not worry. If you don't want to lose, you'll end up fighting."

“… … It’s so simple.”

Baek Cheon realized once again. It's useless for Chung Myung to consult him about anything.

A cold blizzard slapped me in the face.

Baekcheon narrowed his eyes and moved forward. And I asked Han Yimyeong.

“Are you still far away?”

Then, with Seol So-baek on his back, he answered in a more tense voice than usual.

“Do you see the mountains in the foreground over there?”

"Yes."

“Deep in that mountain range there is a place called Baekdam. It is a small pond that is frozen all year round. It is the coldest place in the North Sea.”

"then… … .”

"Yes."

The man nodded his head with a heavy expression on his face.

“I investigated the person who delivered the ice crystal, and according to him, the magicians are there.”

Baekcheon's face hardened in an instant.

At this speed, it would take less than half an angle to reach that mountain range.

He reflexively looked at Seol So-baek, who was resting on Han Yi-myeong's back.

The child, whose lips had turned blue from the strong wind, was looking ahead with an uncompromisingly determined face.

Strangely enough, I laughed when I saw it.

'It is the hope of the North Sea.'

Baekcheon suddenly remembered Hyeonjong. He seemed to be making the same expression as when Hyeonjong looked at him now.

Even if the ancestors did not stand up properly, there is always hope if the descendants have a strong will. If Seol Sobaek does not lose himself, a new spring will come to the North Sea someday.

But for that... … .

'I must defeat those magicians.'

In Baekcheon's eyes, the anxiety was finally lifted and there was determination. A roaring voice rang out.

“Not much left! let's go!"

"Yes!"

With the help of Baekcheon's voice, the disciples of Hwasan increased their speed even more.

* * *

“Bishop!”

A magician in a black uniform rushed towards the bishop who was sitting cross-legged. And he prostrated himself on the spot.

“I will report you! Currently, the gangs of Binggung and the bad guys from the Middle East are rushing into this place. We know the exact number now, but it seems to be at least three hundred or more.”

Despite the urgency of the voice, the bishop did not even move.

He simply stood cross-legged toward the figure of Asura in front of him, and closed his eyes reverently.

“… … .”

Even the one who made the report did not dare to urge him any further.

All he could do was wait, even if his stomach was burning.

After waiting for a long time, a slow voice came from the bishop's mouth.

“… … Did you say they were middlemen?”

"Yes! That's right! Bishop.”

“Stop it.”

The bishop's eyes slowly opened.

A horrific flash of blood flowed out one after another. The eerie red eyesight and expressionless face in a strange harmony made the hearts of those who watched it freeze.

“The ceremony was almost done. three sijin. No, at most two exams!”

As if serious things would happen if you took your eyes off it, the bishop's gaze was firmly fixed in front of him and he did not know that it would fall.

A strange pattern was newly drawn under the image of Asura.

At first glance, it looked like it was drawn with ink, but anyone with a good eye would recognize it right away. That it was painted with human blood.

One ice crystal was placed in the middle of the strangely twisted pattern as if the circle and the circle were facing each other and swirling around each other.

A pure white chill was slowly being sucked into the black shadow behind the figure of Asura riding on the patterns drawn around it.

This is truly bizarre... … It was an ominous sight.

The bishop, who was looking intently at the scene, said as if chewing on it.

“Stop it with everything. Even if you sacrifice your life! If the genealogy is disrupted by failing to stop them, the hundred years of waiting will be completely destroyed. That should never happen.”

"Yes!"

“The magical sky will be opened. Accept even death with joy!”

thud!

The magician smacked his head on the floor with a look of admiration.

“Cheonma Jaerim! Manmaangbok!”

Then he quickly turned around and ran outside.

The bishop never turned his head in the process. Everything about him seemed to depend on the scene unfolding before his eyes.

He slowly fell to the floor and paid all the respect he could show.

“Cheonma Second Coming Manma blessings.”

pounding.

The sound of someone's small, slow heart echoed quietly in the chill-filled cavity.

It was never the bishop's heartbeat.

“My lord. Great Heavenly Horse... … .”

Tears streamed down the bishop's cheeks. Before they could even fall, the frozen water drops shattered at the tip of the bishop's chin.

“It was such a long wait. my lord the devil's sky Please accept the wish of this insignificant one and return to this earth, and punish this sinner.”

pounding.

The sound of my heart beating from somewhere grew a little, a little bit faster.

Whee hee hee!

The cold wind blowing in the cavity mixed with the chill from the ice crystals and pushed into the coldest place.

The fabric with the image of Asura fluttered frantically, revealing the scene behind it.

He was seated in a pure white robe.

The only thing that looked like the fabric was not rolled up was the lower part, but only the long black hair that seemed to cover the whole white coat and the pale hands resting on his knees were clearly visible.

“Cheonma Jaerim! Manmaangbok!”

Blood gushed out of the bishop's eyes.

“Please punish the unbelievers who are defiled with their sins, and punish the wicked who did not believe in the Second Coming of Heaven! Thousands! Who will put the world under his feet!”

His screams began to fill his pupils.

* * *

“Are you here?”

A large frozen pond appeared white.

It was a size closer to a lake than a pond, but it was good for now.

It was because at the entrance of a large cave at the end of the lake, unfamiliar multicolored soldiers were appearing.

“Magyo!”

Baekcheon bit his lips.

“It’s like you’re stuck in a place like you guys.”

Cheongmyung smiled and took a step forward.

“The death penalty.”

slurping.