Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 19. Reason for Escape (4)

“Have you been there?”

“Bring some tea.”

“Oh yeah.”

After a while, an excavator truck was placed in front of Hongwi Gate. When he was mentally tired, he drank oyster tea instead of alcohol.

Shin Hoi (申灰), who was looking at Hongwimun, was quite surprised.

‘Are you very serious?’

Hong Yu-wen’s face, which never lost its easy smile under any circumstances, was now quite stiff.

How much time has passed?

Only when the tea had cooled down did Hong Yu-wen lift the tea cup.

“Shinhoe.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

“Did I tell you what kind of place Gojuk Forest is?”

“yes. It is said that this is a marim (魔林) that existed before our school was established in Daesan, and that strange spirit creatures live there. He also said that the spirit bamboo that grows there is collected and made into the elixir of our church.”

“okay. “Gojuk Forest is just that kind of place.”

Hong Yu-wen leaned back in his chair.

A smile appeared on his lips at some point, but his eyes were still extremely cold.

“Do you know where the hardest place on campus is to get into?”

That’s too broad a question. Moreover, it was not a question that would come out of nowhere while talking about Gojuklim.

“Are you talking about Gojuk Forest?”

“High bamboo forest is excluded. Even the leaders cannot enter there without permission from Master. “My question is not whether we can physically get in, but whether we can plant our eyes.”

“Then it must be the military department. “I heard that the general military’s control over the organization is so great that even the Magon dare not touch it.”

“Wrong. “The military department is an organization that is easy to secretly delve into.”

“yes?”

“The general military is a rare genius. Rather, he is someone who will use Sejak to understand the flow of power struggles within the school. So it’s not difficult to dig into. It’s just that not everyone does that. “Because it’s obvious that my movements will be discovered.”

“…if?”

“Host Court.”

Bubbling.

A haze rose in the teacup held by Hong Wei-moon. The cooled oyster tea is boiling again.

“The defense court is a completely separate organization. It exists solely to protect the religious leader and the religious faith. “It is completely different from other groups that decide the direction of the organization based on power.”

“…!”

“Of course, it is made up of only the most loyal demons in the school. So no one cares about them. There is no need for that and it cannot be done. Trying to shake them means trying to shake the authority of the religious leader.”

“okay.”

“So I didn’t care. No, I couldn’t care less. “That was my mistake.”

“What do you mean?”

Hong Wi-moon took a sip of tea.

The smile disappeared from his face again.

“That guy was alive.”

“…yes?”

“That guy from Xiliang is still alive.”

Shinhoe’s face hardened.

“Even now, eight months later?”

“They said they sent someone with experience and ability. “Are you a leader of the defense court?”

“No, no matter what…”

Before entering the Gojuk Forest, the condition of the Three Dukes’ bodies had improved greatly.

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But even so, they are at the level of civilians who have not learned martial arts. With a body of only that level, you survived for eight months in an area so dangerous that even Majon-level people would have to be nervous? Does this make sense?

“One month is understandable. Even if it’s just for three months, I’ll do it. But it doesn’t make sense that you could survive with that body for eight months.”

Hong Wi-moon, who spoke like that, had never actually entered the Gojuk Forest. In this generation, only a few high-ranking officials, excluding the guardians, have set foot in the Gojuk Forest.

However, there is something called risk that can be guessed. These words came from the mouth of the teacher and the leader of the cult, and not from anyone else.

– Anyone who is not a person who has reached the peak of evil will have a hard time surviving for three months.

If that’s the case with Master, then that’s the case. The master’s words had that much weight and trust.

Of course, Xiliang did not reach the extreme point. So how could he still be alive?

Hong Wei-moon recalled the conversation he had with Master a little while ago.

– Looks like the third one is holding up well.

-…!

– I plan to invite you soon.

– ….

– Did you say they are targeting the youngest now?

– …yes.

– I get it.

That was the end of the conversation with Master. That conversation really was everything.

Hong Yu-wen couldn’t understand why Master was saying such things to him. I couldn’t tell if he called me because he just wanted to see my face or if he noticed something in that short conversation.

‘It’s always been that way.’

The demon god of heaven. A being that cannot be understood by human common sense.

‘Someone who just rules but does not rule.’

Even though his disciples were pointing spears and knives at each other, he did not intervene at all. I don’t know if this means that I have to overcome this to win the next presidency, or if there is some other intention.

What kind of world does Master see? Is this world so worthless to God?

If only I could see what Master can see.

‘If only I could fly up to that area…!’

Hong Yu-moon, who was looking down at the teacup, opened his mouth.

“Shinhoe.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

“Let’s put some kids in his place.”

Shinhoe’s eyes lit up.

Hong Yuwen sipped tea. My mouth felt dry due to the heavy scent, but my head felt much clearer.

“Neither Juhwaipma nor Dokdo Marim could kill him. “I thought that would be enough, right?”

“…Are you planning on using your own hands?”

“directly? That can’t be possible. I don’t think this fight should be a dog fight. But…”

“….”

“I don’t even want to prevent murders motivated by grudges.”

Shinhoe’s eyes widened.

“Then the kids you told me to collect…?”

“We just give you a knife. “It’s entirely up to them whether to wield it or not.”

Hong Yu-wen smiled brightly. Shinhoe felt a chill run down his spine as he saw a smile that was brighter than ever.

“Isn’t this the way Master treats us? Throw them in hell and tell them to take care of it. “I think that’s really cool.”

* * *

“Confucius!”

“Why again, man?”

“Just calm down for now. “You need to be a little more cautious.”

“Prudence is a pestilence. “I’m so sick and tired of losing time because I’m being lazy. It’s terrible.”

“But you’re in such a hurry! “You still don’t know what precious treasures lie deep within the rim, do you?”

“Would it make any difference if I knew?”

Ma Dong-pil was momentarily speechless.

Seo-ryang said as he put the takcho and tea leaves in his arms.

“No matter what threat there is, it doesn’t change the fact that there is no time. And I have no intention of giving up on that place. “Then I think there is no need to waste time.”

“I will go to the Lord of the Protectorate. I’ll go and ask. We will find out what kind of valuables are inside and how to prepare for them. There must be at least a minimum of information….”

“Again, knowing it won’t change anything.”

Slurp.

Xi Liang drew his sword.

It was a sword that Ma Dong-pil brought along with the Jetakcho tea leaves. The sleek hwando with its fine curves had a blade length of three feet.

He snapped his fingers on the wallpaper.

Teeing.

A pure sound. Unlike the weapons used so far, it was a sword that could be called a Bodo (寶刀) sword.

“Why did the religious leader select only the leaders and send them to obtain spiritual death? “If it were possible to prepare, you could have prepared the demons under your command and sent them in.”

“….”

“For security reasons? “That can’t be possible.”

“…Are you saying that there is no point in sending someone if they are not that strong?”

“huh.”

“Then it’s even worse!”

Although we had been close for eight months, this was the first time he, who always kept the line, reacted so violently.

“Confucius has become very strong. But it still doesn’t reach the level of a Senate Majon…!”

While speaking, Ma Dong-pil made a mistake. This is because he thought that his words could sound rude to Confucius.

Xu Liang didn’t care at all.

“that’s right. “You can’t compare to the nine great demons of the Senate and the strongest members of the new religion.”

“…Confucius.”

“But I have something they don’t have.”

“yes?”

Kuuk.

Seoliang thought as he adjusted his belt.

‘Amyoung Gong (暗影功) Amshin Yuche (暗神幽體).’

Until now, he had never practiced the art of hiding in the bamboo forest.

Because I thought it wasn’t necessary, couldn’t be, and shouldn’t be.

For Seoryang, this was not a battlefield but a training ground. Even if it were possible, there was no reason to use stealth techniques to avoid the threat.

But things are different from now on.

The deep part of the bamboo forest is unknown territory. And the time given to him was approximately three months.

Gojuklim is no longer a training ground.

It has become a battleground of life and death where you must achieve your goal regardless of the means and methods you have to attack.

‘If you inhale Zetakcho, the retention time is half each. Considering the size of the bamboo forest, half an angle is more than enough to enter the deep area.’

He was called King Salsuji. The art of stealth was also at its peak at the time.

However, since the dark energy was transformed into magical energy, the dark spirit fluid could not be used using the existing method.

So I needed Jetakcho. You have to kill the demonic energy to some extent before you can manifest the dark spirit fluid.

This will increase the cost of internal power, but a simple capture and escape is sufficient.

‘If it’s an amshin fluid, it can fool even a teenage expert. Even if I get caught, I have no problem running away.’

What if there is a situation where even escape is impossible?

Xu Liang’s eyes lit up.

‘At that point, I have no choice but to make a mess.’

Ma Dong-pil spoke hurriedly.

“I don’t know what method Confucius has. But it’s definitely an acceptable solution.”

“of course. “I don’t want to die either.”

dump.

Ma Dong-pil got down on one knee.

“Confucius, I dare to risk my life to tell you this.”

“Why are you so scared?”

“How about giving up eternal life?”

“….”

“Even if it was thanks to the characteristics of the ancient bamboo forest, Confucius grew so quickly that it was incomprehensible. Even if I’m not a deep-level hero, I’m short-sighted enough to stand out…”

“Dongpil.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

Xu Liang smiled.

“I’m not the type of person who enjoys risk. “If it wasn’t necessary, I wouldn’t have thought of risking my life to go in there.”

“….”

“Don’t worry. “Even though there were so many dangerous times in the past eight months, you’re still alive right now, right?”

Ma Dong-pil sighed inwardly. Because I realized that no matter what I said, Confucius would not change his mind.

At first glance, a chill appeared on Seoryang’s face as he looked down at Ma Dong-pil.

I was going to get it anyway, but there was one more reason why I had to get Yeongjuk. So, for two days, I hurriedly researched the efficacy of Jetakcho and tea leaves.

‘If I leave the bamboo forest, they will target me again.’

I heard from Ma Dong-pil that the girl named Hong Yeo-rin was Sagongja’s younger sister. If we leave the Gojuk Forest, those damn Hong siblings won’t stay still.

The question is whether it ends there.

‘Is it simply a matter of resentment? Maybe…’

Maybe the disciples are engaged in a bloody battle with each other.

The reason is unknown. The most likely intention is to eliminate a competitor to become the next president, but even that cannot be certain.

Of course, it may not be a bloody fight between disciples. However, Seo-ryang thought that his prediction was correct.

If it was an attempt to kill a child out of spite, there is no way the extra senses would have missed the obvious murderous intent. And that too for a whopping three months.

‘You have to become so strong that you can’t even dare to touch it. And that too in the near future.’

In order to find freedom, I was prepared to rot in Protestantism for as little as a year and as long as several years. If you don’t show the cult leader the same level of respect, he won’t let you go anyway.

But I had no intention of being uncomfortable every day.

If you touch me even after realizing the difference in class…

‘Then the only way to do it is to punish me properly, including the death penalty.’

Seoliang punched his stomach.

“I’m waiting for you. “I’ll come back quickly.”

“You can’t do that, Confucius.”

“It’s an order.”

“I’m sorry, but this is a command I cannot follow. If you really want to go alone, cut off my head and then go.”

Xiliang shook his head.

“Only to the deep entrance. Don’t go in there. “I will never allow it.”

“….”

“What is the answer?”

“…I follow your orders.”

The two people, fully prepared, ran towards the deep part of the bamboo forest.

How long did it run?

“…?!”

Xiliang opened his mouth wide. An uncommon surprise was also etched on Ma Dong-pil’s rock-like face.

The scene unfolding before the eyes of the two people who entered the territory of Nokchok, who they thought was the last sentinel on the way to the deep.

Saaaaagh.

Left and right, countless precious people were dead. The smell of a rotting corpse was in the air along with Heoyeon Kim.

And at the entrance to the path leading into the deep. A humid wind blew from the path made by bamboos.

Hehehe.

“…reel?”