Episode 488


    “Hit!”


    “Wipe it all away!”


    It was the martial arts alliance in Sichuan that opened the gun for all-out war.


    They were the first to reach the Demonic Cult’s sphere of influence and advanced like a storm, copsing the front lines.


    With the Sword Demon and Poison Demon leading from the front, the Demon Cultists blocking the way fell like leaves in the autumn wind.


    “Aaaah!”


    The demon, swept away by the sword energy pouring down like a wave, let out a scream and fell down.


    Dozens of horses trampled mercilessly over the fallen man.


    Master Hyeong-un of Plum God Sword nced to the side and let out an inward exmation.


    ‘It’s scary.’


    He just pped his sleeves lightly.


    That was all, but the demonic cultists lost their control and destroyed the new model.


    ‘It is said that the Poison Demon’s dragon poison technique is the best in the world.’


    Should we really say that he is a blood rtive who inherited the progress of the poison king?


    I felt fortunate that we were allies.


    Although I am not skilled in poisoning, I could tell without any exnation how difficult it would be to select and poison an enemy in a chaotic battlefield.


    I could definitely say it.


    The person who defeated the most enemies among our allies is none other than Poisonous Demon.


    ‘by the way.’


    Hyeongun Dojang turned his gaze forward again and narrowed his eyes.


    The resistance from the Demonic Church was weaker than expected.


    Or, to be precise, the average level of enemies was lower than what I had experienced so far.


    ‘As if the main force had left the position and returned to the headquarters.’


    Of course, the spirit of our troops was high and the power gap was severe.


    But even taking that into ount, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were going too easily.


    When I think about it, I didn’t even know it was natural.


    From the Demonic Cult’s perspective, it was a situation where they had to deal with the Allied Forces of the White Inds flocking from four regions at the same time.


    For those whock power, a war of attrition would not be pleasant.


    ‘I guess they decided that selection and concentration were necessary.’


    As always, the ones who ended up being sacrificed were the renegades who had been Baekdo’s warriors in the past.


    Those who became members of the Demonic Cult through a process of indoctrination.


    From the beginning of the Great War, they were always outcasts.


    “Aaaah!”


    A demon with bloodshot eyes rushed toward the Hyeongun Dojo, letting out a scream that was almost like a scream.


    There was a furrow between Hyungwoon’s eyebrows.


    It was a face I had seen before.


    In the past, he was one of the main culprits who betrayed the Baekdo people who gathered at Gonggongpa to protect Gansu and destroyed the allied forces that turned to the side of the Demonic Cult.


    Was he the head of a small family of the Geumjeong family?


    Is it an illusion?


    Remorse and sadness were visible in his eyes as he looked this way.


    Blinded by personal revenge, he crossed an irreversible river, and in the end, he was abandoned by even the demonic religion and seemed to have lost his senses.


    ‘Imlimitable Buddha.’


    Dojang Hyeong-un, who drew his sword inwardly, swung his sword horizontally.


    The head, separated from the body, rolled down helplessly.


    ‘I feel uneasy.’


    Hyeongun Dojang sighs and shakes the blood off his sword.


    There was no time to be intoxicated with feelings of pity.


    He looked away from the body and shook his horse’s reins violently.


    As if to support him as he jumped into the middle of the enemy lines, plum blossom swordsmen poured out seasonal flowers in all directions.


    Screw it!


    * * *


    The border between Shandong and Hebei.


    King Hwang Bo-gak’s eyes lit up as he stared at the man blocking the front.


    I could recognize it at a nce.


    That the opponent is an expert who is not inferior to oneself.


    ‘That’s great momentum.’


    Although it was my first time seeing him in person, I was able to guess his identity just by looking at his clothes.


    A body reminiscent of a solid rock.


    Stuffy clothes that don’t suit the season.


    Six wheels worn on the waist.


    ‘Suramaje (修羅魔帝). Was it said that Asura (阿修羅) with six arms was the origin of the nickname?’


    An absolute master who holds the top spot in the eight great demon armies.


    A person who has mastered a strange skill that is considered unique even within the Demonic Cult where all kinds of strange magic skills are rampant.


    As soon as the all-out war began, we found ourselves in a confrontation with a big man.


    In addition to the vignce, the spirit of victory was boiling over.


    “You’re lucky.”


    “What do you mean?”


    “I’m just saying that I’m happy to face the Eight Great Demon Army before anyone else.”


    “As I heard, he is an unusual person. King Kwon.”


    “How can Ipare it to you?”


    “Is that also true? But will it be okay?”


    “……?”


    “The injury you suffered from the leader must not have healed yet.”


    “Are you worried about the enemy’s physical condition right now? “You’re so considerate.”


    Hwang Bo-gak took a step forward with a wildugh.


    Suramaje was ovee with force that could not have been considered an injured person.


    ‘Hmm.’


    He was seriously injured by no one else but the religious leader.


    Although he was pretending to be fine on the outside, he had not yetpletely recovered his health.


    The destructive nature of the internal energy umted through training in Heavenly Demon Heart Gong (天魔心功) could never be looked upon lightly.


    Didn’t even the sound ghost with such vast inner strength spend such a long time lying in a sick bed?


    “Why are you measuring and arguing so much? A warriormunicates with his fists. “If you won’te from there, I will make you go.”


    “I’m sorry, but I don’t have much expertise in martial arts.”


    “Did you say that as a joke? “It’s too boring tough about.”


    “…….”


    Teuong!


    Hwang Bo-gak kicked off the ground like a bull and hit Suramaje.


    Suramaje flew backwards without resisting the impact and threw four wheels into the air.


    Huh! Hung!


    With an ominous noise, Hwang Bo-gak swatted away the flying des and stepped forward.


    The earth shook with a loud noise.


    Suramaje held the remaining two wheels in both hands, not caring about his unstable bnce.


    Ku-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!


    As he swung his arms, the force stretched like a whip and attacked where Hwang Bo-gak stood.


    To avoid being caught up in the aftermath, the surrounding warriors ran in all directions like grasshoppers and issued a warning.


    “Big!”


    Hwang Bo-gak emerged from the thick cloud of dust and clenched his fists.


    The air became distorted and a vortex of energy wrapped around his arms.


    As if he knew it would happen like that, the Surama Emperor, holding the new type, swung its two wheels at an invisible speed.


    Despite the pouring rain, Hwang Bo-gak did not stop walking.


    With his entire body covered in self-defense gear, he honestly narrowed the distance to his opponent.


    Suramaje tried to keep his opponent in check and keep his distance.


    On the other hand, Hwang Bo-gak did not take care of his own body and chased his opponent.


    The cat-and-mouse chase continues for some time.


    “Gotcha.”


    Finally, Hwang Bo-gak arrived within a stone’s throw of Suramaje.


    Suramaje, who covered his body with two rings crossed, clicked his tongue.


    The energy contained in the fist raised high was unusual.


    I felt like I wouldn’t be safe if I got hit by that.


    ‘If it fits.’


    Sigh!


    Hwang Bo-gak’s eyes were distorted in pain.


    A de prated the corner of my consciousness and burrowed deep into my back.


    It was not a matter of controlling the weapons that fell on the ground.


    If that were the case, there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed.


    “Lord Taesangga!”


    “Great! Are you okay!”


    The Allied soldiers who were watching anxiously let out cries of worry.


    The demonic energy that flowed through the ring wandered through the bloodstream of the body at will.


    I felt the energy in my fist weakening.


    ‘I don’t know what happened.’


    From the beginning, he was someone who had trained a strange technique that no one in the Demonic Cult had mastered otherwise.


    He wasn’t a person you could judge withmon sense, so nothing would change if you turned your head.


    Gritting his teeth, Hwang Bo-gak let out an animal-like groan and mmed his fist down.


    An ordinary warrior would have quickly perked up and prevented the demonic energy from running rampant, but such a passive response was far from his taste.


    Suramaje, who was smiling with narrowed eyes, shed confusion.


    Ujijik!


    The ring blocking the fist shattered.


    A violent punch digging into the abdomen.


    The Suramaje flew away without even being able to scream and rolled around on the floor in an awkward manner.


    ‘What a guy like that!’


    He raised his upper body with difficulty and swore.


    It was not difficult to find out what Hwang Bo-gak had done.


    Temporarily activated the internal attack power.


    Even though the demonic energy that has invaded the body is destroying the bloodstream and disrupting the true energy.


    It was literally an act of sacrificing one’s own life.


    ‘Big.’


    For a moment, my vision was spinning.


    I managed to stand up, but it wasn’t easy to get my bnce right.


    It was a blow that couldn’t be ignored.


    If it had been even a littlete to protect the point of impact by implementing a pseudo-shaped membrane, a hole would have been made in the abdomen.


    ‘There are no wild boars.’


    I heard rumors, but I never thought he would be this much of a controversial person.


    A moment of inattention led to great damage.


    Of course, if you were to ask which side suffered the greater loss, it would definitely be the other side.


    Even though my body is not mature enough, I wonder if it has the ability to be fine even after putting so much effort into it.


    ‘but.’


    That’s only from the perspective of a one-on-one fight.


    When viewed from a global perspective, the story was bound to be different.


    He was one of the few remaining highest-ranking members of the Demonic Cult.


    He himself was seriously injured while dealing with the injured.


    Even someone who had not studied military strategy would have known how great the damage would be as a result.


    “Cough!”


    Hwang Bo-gak, who coughed up a handful of blood, smiled and showed his teeth.


    The gums dripping with blood gave a strange feeling of pressure to the viewers.


    “What are you doing?”


    A trembling voice.


    Everyone around recognized him.


    That his body had been reduced to a rag due to the attack just a moment ago.


    Nevertheless, Hwang Bo-gak did not let go of the smile on his face.


    Seeing the triumphant appearance as if he was dering that he had won, Suramaje’s expression was contorted as if he were a murderer.


    “If you start a fight, you have to see it to the end.”


    * * *


    “Taesanggaju!”


    “Are you okay!”


    The intense first battle hase to an end.


    The warriors of the Hwangbo family did all they could to support the fallen Hwangbogak.


    Hwang Bo-gak’s condition was miserable.


    Her whole body was sttered, blood was flowing, and torn flesh was strewn here and there.


    Suramaje was unable to reverse the unfavorable situation and eventually retreated with his men.


    “Keuheuk!”


    A warrior who watched the fight from beginning to end shed tears.


    Everyone there thought the same thing.


    The winner of this fight is definitely King Kwon.