!
I just blinked at the black light that exploded like a flash.
It was just that ….
'Where are you going?'
Shocked enough to make me forget the pain, I opened my mouth in a daze.
has disappeared. As if erased with an eraser.
The only evidence that it existed is the blood that was sprinkled around and the wrist of Blood Ju, which is still holding on to Cheongpung's neck.
belt ring.
– You have successfully completed the quest [Desperation]!
– Gained huge experience points!
– Level up!
– Level up!
Along with the system notification, my physical condition recovered rapidly.
The broken bones were firmly attached, and the cut and crushed flesh healed. The empty danjeon was full, and the muscles were energized.
But the absurdity did not go away.
"What if it's like a dog like this."
Blood Juice I should have killed that bastard no matter what.
At that time, when I was muttering dejectedly while looking at the ground, a hand was suddenly put out in front of my eyes with a familiar voice.
"Are you okay?"
I am very tired mentally, but my body is strong. I got up and grabbed the hand of the lord.
are you okay. I lived thanks to you."
"Good thing. Then first help me with the wounded… but what did you just say?"
Bellows blinked his eyes.
What did you hear? It's written just like that on your face.
"why?"
.Yes?"
"What's wrong?"
Jonglichu, who had been looking at me with a blank expression for a moment, waved his hand.
"Oh no. what's the problem But maybe a while ago… didn't you hear that?"
"that? What is it. I fainted for a moment."
There was a limit to hitting the body. It's been a long time since I've been hit, got up, fallen out, and got up again dozens of times.
Then, at some point, he was hit in the jaw and lost consciousness briefly.
"It was almost over when I opened my eyes. I saw that bastard's ankles, so I quickly grabbed him."
"…Right."
The bell pendulum, which opened its mouth as if to say something, shut it tightly.
I also wanted to ask what the hell was going on and what the identity of Jonglichu was, but I held back.
'The fact that they are allies is important.'
That's enough for now. More urgent matters are everywhere.
"Noya!"
Cheongpung is also Cheongpung, but I am more worried about the injury of the decrepit Jeokcheongang.
After running for a month and examining her condition, I felt a thin pulse and thin breathing.
"Will you step aside for a moment?"
After completing the first aid, he carefully put down the Cheongpung and put his hand on the Myeongmunhyeol of the Jeokcheongang River.
He could feel his complexion becoming more comfortable as he was infused with the true energy.
"how is it?"
"It's not a very serious injury. It consumes so much energy at once that I won't be able to regain consciousness for a while."
"What about blue wind?"
"It is the same. He has internal injuries, but since he is young, he will recover quickly."
"Whoa…
"Fortunately out of misfortune."
It was at that time when Jong Lichu smiled at me as I let out a sigh of relief.
Shh shh shh!
Numerous figures quickly approaching from below. Its momentum is unmatched.
'Could it be again?'
A bell weight waved at me as I gripped the spear pole with a stiff face.
"Put it down. ally."
What he said was true. There were several familiar faces at the head of the hundreds of warriors who soon appeared.
These are the people who kept the high table during the Grand Banquet.
However, for some reason, several key figures, including the King of Thunder, were not visible.
"stop."
Hundreds of footsteps, seemingly unstoppable, stopped in front of us.
One person who gave the order to stop came out and limped toward the bell. The sunlight filtering through the leaves shone as it reflected on the prosthetic legs made of steel.
'Cheonmyeonhori Songho.'
As he looked at my pendulum pendulum with his sharp eyes, a fact I had forgotten suddenly flashed through my mind.
They don't know that Zhonglichu is an ally. To them, Zonglichu is a Murim achievement who assassinated King Hongdo and brought bloodshed to Shaolin Temple.
that buck that buck
As Cheonmyeonho-ri stepped forward with his prosthetic leg, hundreds of warriors moved together.
This was a misunderstanding that made it look like a knife fight.
"Wait a minute. I think you're misunderstanding right now…"
"The moment I was about to step forward in an unusual atmosphere, Zhong Lichu suddenly opened his mouth.
"Cheonmyeonhori Songho."
no this kid is crazy
To explain the situation and clear up misunderstandings would not have been enough, but to put in a half-word from the first word.
"Hey hey!"
I hurriedly stabbed him in the side, but it was too late. A bomb-like word came out of Jonglichu's mouth.
"Are your legs okay?"
"...!"
Are you crazy or really
Unknowingly, I opened my mouth wide and looked at the pendulum.
I crossed the line properly this time. Following squeaks and squeaks, criticizing the handicapped.
I hurriedly stepped forward before Cheonmyeonhori pulled out his prosthetic leg and rushed at Jonglichu.
"sorry. He's not really this kind of guy. I'll just explain. So, how did this happen?"
"huh? I can just explain."
"Explanation is Sibeol. What do you explain in this situation? start with an apology child."
It's a life saver and Nabal.
Before the matter escalated, I grabbed the back of the bell and bowed my head.
When he looked up, he saw Cheonmyeonhori's hardened face, as if he had seen a ghost.
'You're very angry.'
Well, if you're not angry in this situation, is that a person? Jesus or Buddha
However, the accident, which was spinning tight to fix it, came to a standstill at the answer of Cheon Myeon-ho Lee, who heard it the next moment.
"long time no see."
Zhonglichu smiled like an old man and nodded his head.
"It's good to see you doing well. I thought you would be the first to notice."
"I've been lost for a long time. Until two o'clock, I thought that blood demon sword demon was in a half-romantic state."
"You're old too."
"It's thanks to Daehyup that I was able to grow old like this. If it hadn't been for saving me then, I wouldn't be here."
Cheonmyun Hori, who smiled as he tapped his prosthetic leg, continued,
"I discovered a murder in the dark before two o'clock.
"Oh, that friend. Come to think of it, it's about time you woke up."
"The man who should have been dead is alive. Only then did I realize that I was mistaken."
"Because I didn't want to be found out. I wanted to hide it at least until the Seongra Great Banquet was over."
Zhong Lichu added with a bitter face,
"I never thought this would happen."
"I am of the same mind. Even though I defended myself so much, to see that bloodshed broke out in Shaolin…
"Seeing you appeared, Shaolin's affairs must have been settled. Did the Thunderbolt King go?"
"Yes, as soon as we grasped the situation, we divided our personnel and went on two forks. By now, Pang Daehyeop should be clearing out Shaolin."
"The damage is too great. Something that shouldn't have happened."
"I have a lot to tell you about him."
"Me too."
There was a moment of heavy silence.
I, who was listening to the conversation between the two in a half-fazed state, barely managed to keep my mouth shut.
"Yeah no. hey."
Jong-ri-chu No, 'he' blinked.
"You mean me?"
"yes. I have something to ask you…"
"Ask me anything."
Hundreds of pairs of eyes poured into his face, and everyone seemed to think that the madman had finally come to his senses
.
A cool answer came back,
"It's Maijonghak."
"…Aha. Maison study."
The hair all over my body stood on end.
The conversation I had with him and my actions from the first meeting until now passed before my eyes like a kaleidoscope
.
"is it?"
took a deep breath. The sound of a heartbeat echoes like thunder.
It's chilly.'
A dagger flies into the chest and pierces it. But don't worry. Because there are more people with the same name in the world than you think.
Maybe it's savagery. I held on to my last hope and opened my mouth.
"Is there a special issue…?"
"Sword Saint."
"Ah yes."
It's Sibal Jin.
A laughing voice penetrated my ears as my eyes went dark.
"Let's continue to be close friends."
Ah, I want to die.
A huge pupil whose depth and location cannot be guessed. A black glow emanated from the center of the pupil, engraved with intricate patterns and letters that no one could
guess
. The darkness stretched. After a while
,
as the pitch-black darkness disappeared, a commotion spread among the dozens of people in black who surrounded the center
.
Where their eyes were directed, there was a man staggering and possessed by blood.
A young man covered in blood and breathing heavily.
The whole body of the Blood Judgment was covered with sword scars, and blood was constantly gushing out of the cross section of the two arms that had been severed.
"predicative! Call the sorcerer!"
"The Blood Lord is seriously injured!"
Hearing the urgent cry echoing in his pupils, Blood Ju opened his mouth slowly.
His arm, which he had not let go of until the very end, fell to the floor. A short staff was held in its grip, which had fallen from its master's body.
Even in the dark, someone let out a small exclamation at the appearance of a faint green light.
"Green jade fire pit…!"
It is none other than a millennial Shaolin artifact.
A mission that no one could guarantee success. However, even though it turned out to be a miserable situation, their superior completed the mission admirably
. As expected,
"Congratulations!"
"Gyeongha?"
It was the moment when the eyes of the Blood Lord were red as he looked at the subordinate who took a deep embrace.
shhh puck!
His breastbone was shattered, and he slammed into the wall, spraying blood.
With the sound of the wind blowing, the trembling new model stops moving. It's a dead end with nothing to see.
"Throw those little beasts for food."
As soon as a cool voice came out of the blood master's mouth, one of his subordinates wrapped the corpse on his back and disappeared.
It doesn't happen once or twice. Once again, they felt the fear of their superiors, but no one was sad or agitated by the death of the unknowing newcomer.
"Hyeolju first treatment…"
"I feel dizzy. Start."
Blood Ju entrusted himself to the sorcerers
who arrived just in time. I wanted to slaughter everything that caught my eye, but I barely suppressed my will to live.
Now I have to save my strength. I have to recover as soon as possible so I can tear them apart and kill them
. … Shanseo Jamryong Jin Tae-gyeong.'
When I recalled the face of the man who laughed with blood-soaked teeth, the blood gushed out backwards.
Unable to overcome his rage, his fist struck the magician's head with
a bang .
The headless body collapsed like a rotten old tree. The frightened magician Sensing their stares, Bloodjum muttered as if spitting out,
"I can't kill more wasteful magicians. Go on."
The treatment, which had been paused for a while, continued. It was a bizarre sight that could not be explained. Broken bones attached and flesh increased
. A person's face came to mind in the field of vision that was dyed white.
'You… I will kill with my own hands. Definitely.'