Moon-Shadow Sword Emperor

Special Side Story Episode 7

[I’m not the only one who was disappointed by the religious leader. One of the eight great demon armies, who heard from me how the Demon Cult army came to advance to Hubei, promised to cooperate. Although the conditions were different.]

[Are those conditions meant to include me?]

[You are quick to notice.]

Suramaje, who had been asked to cooperate with the Sosalma army in the past, put forward one condition.

The condition is none other than an alliance with the Heavenly Dragon.

Why did he impose such unreasonable conditions that even the smallest of soldiers would have to risk their lives?

‘It’s obvious.’

Testing Sosalma’s capabilities is just a good excuse.

In reality, it was probably to increase his chances of survival.

They probably judged that it would be impossible to usurp the religious leadership if those conditions were not met.

Suramaje was such a person.

Basically, he was far from a warrior of reversal or a warrior of victory.

[I will decline the offer.]

[I see. Did my gamble fail?]

[Don’t be too discouraged. I don’t mean to kill you.]

[……?]

In conclusion, the Sosalma army failed to capture me.

However, he did not even convey that fact directly to Suramaje.

He tricked him into becoming an ally and made him join his plan.

The lie was probably discovered when they were leaving Shaanxi and heading to Xinjiang.

The Sosalma army was hindered in its movement by government soldiers in Cheonghae and eventually suffered the humiliation of having one of its arms cut off by Seo Ho-seon.

‘Suramaje must have had doubts. ‘He must have considered me and the Sosalma Army to be allies.’

There must have been quite a few issues that made it difficult to ignore it as simply being stabbed in the back.

It’s clear that I haven’t heard any specific details about how the Sosalma Army and I cooperated.

‘It’s only natural since we never cooperated in the first place.’

There were no eternal secrets.

It probably didn’t take long for Suramaje to realize that he had been tricked.

Of course, looking at the results alone, the Sosalma army successfully usurped Gyojuwi.

Surama Emperor, who cooperated with the Sosalma army, also enjoyed enormous power within the school, as promised in advance.

‘However, the relationship between the two sides would have gradually deteriorated.’

A relationship made up of lies and deception was like that, after all.

As long as we are human, isn’t it natural to feel uncomfortable about it?

Moreover, unlike the Seolyegeom or the Geodogwi, the Suramaje was not a stone encrusted.

It was a stone that rolled in late.

There was room to dig in there.

‘At this point, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to plant seeds of discord in the Demonic Cult.’

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I smiled round and round and continued to provoke Suramaje.

I pointed out the facts that the other person was trying to ignore and uttered one word at a time.

Seol Ye-geom, who was watching, opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute something, but I covered his mouth with a stern expression as if I had been waiting.

“There is no use trying to disturb me like that. “My discipline is not so low that I am fooled by the enemy’s words and show my weaknesses.”

What kind of ram is a ram frozen to death?

If someone who doesn’t know it hears it, they might think he’s a monk who lives alone in the mountains and practices enlightenment.

I laughed inwardly and shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. “Are you saying I made up something that didn’t exist to shake up the devil?”

“So you’re saying no?”

“Right now, I am not weak enough to be obsessed with petty psychological warfare.”

Suramaje’s mouth was tightly shut.

As if to say goodbye, I retrieved the sword and returned it to its sheath.

A relaxed attitude that cannot be considered as having an enemy in front of you.

Suramaze, who was offended by my sudden action, growled.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you going to do more?”

“what?”

“If you quietly retreat now, I will not pursue you.”

“How can I believe that?”

“What difference does it make if you don’t believe it? “It’s a fight with a decided outcome anyway.”

“…….”

“You must have already realized that there is no chance of winning. “Use your judgment wisely.”

There were three main reasons why they were given the opportunity to escape even though they had an overwhelming advantage.

Firstly, if a powerful person like Suramaje decides to run away, it will be difficult to chase after him.

Second, you don’t want the underground space under your feet to collapse due to the battle of absolute experts.

Thirdly, only if they return to their religion safely will the embers of internal strife burn out.

“How far are you going to insult me!”

“If you want to fight to the death, that wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

“You…!”

“But keep in mind. “I will never show you mercy twice.”

Snapping.

Suramaje gritted his teeth.

Emotionally, I wanted to see the end, but my reason would be putting the brakes on it.

The difference in power was obvious.

In a fight where it was obvious that you would lose anyway, the right choice was to back out when the opponent gave you the opportunity.

After huffing and puffing for a while as if to let off steam, he turned his head and shouted.

“Seolyegeom!”

“……yes. “Ma-kun.”

“You are in charge. “You decide.”

I barely held back from bursting into laughter.

In the end, you leave the decision to Seol Ye-geom.

It seemed like he didn’t want to take responsibility even if he died.

Seol Ye-geom, who was glaring at me with eyes that clearly revealed his complex feelings, let out a long sigh.

In the end, there was only one option he could choose from.

“The entire crew is leaving here quickly.”

The magicians move in perfect order as soon as an order is given.

I chuckled and watched them pack up the injured and leave.

Seolyegeom, who was staring at the back of Suramaje as he walked away, glanced sideways in my direction and said as if warning.

“You will regret it. For letting us go.”

“It breaks my heart to hear those words. After all, it would be better not to leave any regrets behind. Let’s chase them down and kill them all from now on…”

“…!”

“It’s a joke. “I said it as a joke, so you don’t need to be so embarrassed.”

Seol Ye-geom, who was provoked for no reason but was unable to get his money back, kicked the ground with a shit-chewing expression.

I fiddled with the handle of the palace and waited for the demonic cultists to move away.

‘good.’

The Sosalma Army, which issued the order to lead the church, would have no choice but to reprimand the believers who returned without completing their mission.

Suramaze, who gave up the fight without even exchanging a few words, will definitely be included in that target.

‘I’m looking forward to it.’

Even so, will Suramaje, who is feeling uncomfortable in his relationship with the religious leader, really want to be punished?

It was a car that was already bothersome with the presence of Magyo, who was gradually completing internal maintenance.

In the Demonic Cult of Danggeum, there were almost no cultists who could rebel against the Sosalma Army and form a confrontation with him.

In that sense, Suramaje was perfectly suited to be used as firewood for a fire.

‘I hope you like the gift I’m giving you. execution.’

Even so, he was a Sosalma-gun who was having a hectic day trying to control the self-centered demonic cultists.

I was already feeling better when I thought about how much trouble he would have to deal with in the future.

‘Okay then.’

After confirming that there was no longer any sign of being caught by the feeling, I lowered my gaze.

Now it was time to find out why the demon cultists had come all the way to the distant chief.

‘Shall we take a moment to check what’s hidden inside?’

* * *

“In the past, the Demonic Cult had a symbolic being called a priestess. “Do you know?”

“Of course I know. “It is said that he exerted enormous influence at a time when the Demonic Church still had a strong religious flavor.”

“Then the story will be quick.”

I relayed to Master the exact same conversation I had with Cheon Ga-ryeong in the past.

A priestess who had to accept the power of wisdom contained in a sacred object while carrying the cult leader’s child.

How was she able to protect the fetus in her stomach from demonic energy?

“So what you’re saying is…”

“If that’s the case, even if an ordinary person who isn’t a bloodthirsty person uses the White Lightning Demonic Art, there’s no need to worry about their blood vessels bursting and dying. Of course, even if that were the case, it could not be helped that it would put a considerable strain on the body.”

It was not possible to completely guarantee the safety of practitioners.

Isn’t it said that the priestesses of previous demonic cults were consumed by the demonic energy poured in by the cult leader, and although they did not die, they suffered from significant aftereffects?

However, it was important that there was a way to reliably transmit the White Thunder Godkong.

Heavenly Thunder Gate no longer had to worry about succession issues.

This meant that there was no need to worry about the continuation of the clan.

Sweet.

Master opened the lid of the wooden armor and took out the contents with trembling hands.

A gem that emits a soft glow.

It was an item that was lying dormant in the underground ruins that had been transferred(?) by the demonic cultists.

“Is there a talented person among the juniors visiting the manor whom you would like to accept as a disciple?”

“…….”

“Master?”

Master just played with the jewel for a while and said nothing.

I wanted to urge him to answer, but I couldn’t open my mouth as I was looking at his face with mixed emotions.

In the past he said this to me:

I hope that the history of Cheonleimun will end.

No, it has to be cut off.

‘but.’

Is there any sect in the world who would truly want to see the lineage of the sect sundered?

I knew that he had been wandering the entire midfield looking for the right vein and eventually gave up.

I could tell just by looking at the fact that I handed over the summoning dan (小還丹) as soon as I confirmed that I could stably learn the White Thunder Divine Technique.

How much he longed to have disciples.

‘I’ll be happy.’

A dream of victory that I gave up a long time ago.

Now he can safely pass on his martial arts skills to future generations.

I couldn’t even guess what he was feeling right now.

“thanks.”

A word that came out only after a long time had passed.

Originally, I was going to show off and show off in a sly manner, but when I heard Master’s suppressed voice, I lost all intention of doing so.

For now, I wanted to leave him to appreciate it.

[If it were not for the martial arts that only Jeolmaek could learn, the Shaolin school and the Cheonleimun would have reigned as the best sect in the world.] [

Well, I don’t know. My thoughts are a little different. In order for a practitioner of the White Lightning God Art to reach a certain level, he or she must take an elixir. Considering that, it would be realistically impossible for the Thunder Gate to grow beyond a certain size.] [

Well, that’s true too.]

I remembered a conversation I had with a doctor before.

Just because it was able to train successors in a stable manner, Cheonleimun would not stand tall as the best sect in the world.

Rather, it would be fortunate if it could become just a mid-sized sect.

This was only natural given the nature of the White Thunder Godkong, where it was impossible to achieve great success without the help of elixirs.

The revival of a sect cannot be achieved just by having strong individuals.

But to Master, that wouldn’t be that important.

Now that he has been able to fulfill his duties as the successor to Tenreimun, how can he even notice such minor problems?

“…….”

I quietly poured strong liquor into an empty glass and pushed it in front of Master.

The priest’s drinking party continued late into the night.

Until all the stories that haven’t been told have run out.