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Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon (Web Novel) - Chapter 186: I’ve Missed You (2)
Chapter 186: I’ve Missed You (2)
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“But his opinion flipped the next day, right after a meeting with the Lord of the Martial Alliance. Why is that?”
“That’s true, but…”
Sa Ryong-hui tried to say that the man could have been persuaded. However, it was hard to say that when the man’s consciousness looked so hazy.
Woon-seong smiled. “One or two people might have been persuaded. But if all of those in opposition to war changed their mind after meetings with the Lord of the Alliance, can that still be considered persuasion?”
The word ‘persuasion’ made Sa Ryong-hui twitch.
Woon-seong told him, “So, do not be deceived. Murim is already rotten.”
Sa Ryong-hui nodded and turned towards his opponent again.
A short conversation with Woon-seong seemed to cause his doubts to subside. There was no longer hesitation in his steps.
After confirming this, Woon-seong turned and approached Sang Gwan-chuk. He had already recovered enough.
“I will leave the battlefield to you.”
Sang Gwan-chuk swung his pen to form a block character in the air, splitting an enemy’s body vertically.
“Where are you going?”
“To catch the Lord of the Martial Alliance.”
Woon-seong’s fangs glinted as he spoke. The man was probably lurking somewhere.
The Strategist politely bowed his head. “I will clear a path.”
“No, I will go alone.”
Sang Gwan-chuk was startled. “But…”
He tried to say no, but Woon-seong cut him off.
“Do you not trust me?”
The Strategist shook his head. It is not that I do not trust you, but that I am worried for you.
Of course, Woon-seong understood.
But even so, he could not take the Strategist or any other demonic practitioners with him to see Jwa Do-gyul.
He might say some things about himself and his secrets when he got emotional during the exchange with Jwa Do-gyul.
“I leave the battlefield to you,” Woon-seong repeated before leaping away.
As Woon-seong entered the inner quarters of the Martial Alliance, Sang Gwan-chuk watched his back for a long time.
As he flew through the air, Woon-seong looked around. With the eyes of a hawk, he scanned the battlefield.
Was it because of the overwhelming number of demonic practitioners?
The fighting had almost entered the interior.
Of course, this was not without damage to the Demonic Army.
The remaining soldiers of the Martial Alliance also knew that all would be lost if they were pushed any further back. That was why they grit their teeth and stood their ground.
Not only were the Orthodox outnumbered, but they could not stop believers in the Heavenly Demon with some other religious calling.
It is only a matter of time before they are inside.
The problem was after entering the inner parts of the Alliance.
The Martial Alliance was built in expansions as it grew in size.
That meant that virtually all important institutions or offices were located in the inner regions.
Perhaps it would be the same for the traps and hidden weapons.
Woon-seong looked around as he entered the Alliance.
I wish I had more experience with dismantling traps and illusions.
Woon-seong smiled bitterly, standing on a wall that separated the inner and outer courts. If he had some device, he could easily smash all the traps before they were triggered by soldiers later.
It was a pity.
But even though it was a pity, Woon-seong had other things to do.
Jwa Do-gyul.
Woon-seong gripped the White Night Spear and flew into the Martial Alliance.
I’m here for your head, asshole!
Woon-seong flew into the compound like a meteor.
Kuakuakua—
Waves of energy spread out around him.
Surprised by his appearance, the martial artists of Murim ran about shouting.
“The Demonic Cult is inside!”
“The Demonic Cult has entered the Alliance. Stop him!”
Dust churned around Woon-seong feet as he landed; an arm protruded out from the storm.
Woon-seong grabbed the hand of a soldier and pulled.
“Aah!”
Screaming, the man was ground through the sand and dust, and soon stopped screaming.
The dust cleared.
There was a black clothed man of the Demonic Cult and a soldier of the Orthodox, whose head had been ripped off.
The Demon’s eyes glittered with specks of gold, like a precious gem.
The surrounding soldiers looked at the black robes and suddenly deduced the man’s identity.
“Cult Leader!”
“Stay back!”
There was fear in those voices.
It was because since childhood, they had been taught that the Heavenly Demon was the Orthodox’s nightmare.
Woon-seong shuffled where he landed, taking in their fear with a glance. He slowly walked out of the pit he made when he landed.
As he emerged, the soldiers stepped back.
The ranks surrounding him had opened.
Of course, not all of the warriors parted.
“Heavenly Demon, you’ve come to die!”
“I will use this place as your grave today!”
Several soldiers grabbed their swords and blocked Woon-seong’s path ahead.
Even if he’s the Heavenly Demon!
Stabbing you with a sword will kill you, and fighting will tire you out!
Woon-seong turned slightly to glance at them. He then began to map out the structure of the inner courtyard. Since he had last visited so long ago, nothing came to mind clearly.
It really had been a while.
He motioned with his head, “Is the Lord’s office that way?”
The soldiers trembled at the question.
“You’re going after the Lord!” several shouted and hurriedly moved. They blocked where Woon-seong’s gaze was directed.
Woon-seong smiled and nodded. “I guess I was right.”
Perhaps they realized that Woon-seong wasn’t taking them very seriously. The soldiers’ faces turned red with fury.
One of them yelled, “How dare you talk about us—”
“Waaaahhhh!”
Before the man could finish, the border walls between the inner and outer Alliance fell.
At the same time, the Demonic Army poured inside.
Immediately, as with outside, the inside of the Alliance was soon entangled into battle.
There was fighting everywhere.
The sound of metal colliding with metal rang in his ears.
The Lotus Demon Ballad Sovereign sang and slashed her enemies, the Senior Strategist wielded his pens, surrounded by a bloodbath. The Eight Bolt Blade King was using his field of lightning to push the Orthodox soldiers away.
Of course, it was not as if there were no masters in the Alliance. It was just that without many of the Taoist factions, all five Sword Sects, or the Great Jegal Family, there were not that many left behind.
It was an insufficient number at Absolution to stop the Demonic Masters.
Woon-seong listened to the sounds and spoke to the men before him, “Will you stop me?”
“Hmph, if we stop you here, there won’t be any more damage!”
“We will stop you even if we die!”
As they shouted, Woon-seong grabbed the White Night Spear.
“Alright. In that case…”
The White Night Spear was like the sickle of the god of death.
“I will kill you.”
Woon-seong began to rampage.
Who could deal with Woon-seong like this?
Five of the 72 Supreme Masters had partnered up against Woon-seong, but only held their ground for a few moments.
The spear swept across the land.
A river of wind and a wave of energy crashed across the area.
Pshhh-pshhh.
The ground was shattered as the waves emanated from Woon-seong. There were deep and long furrows left in the places where the spear had crossed.
A huge beam of light rose and the whole area collapsed.
Kwaarnee-
The ground below the soldiers who were blocking Woon-seong was crushed, either by the move or by the rubble.
“Ugh.”
Those who did not die were unable to move.
Survivors?
They were visited by Woon-seong’s spear.
As the cold and foregn metal penetrated their chests, they experienced a blessing.
Of course, it was a blessing they would never be able to wake from — the cold kiss of death.
“Ahhhh, no!”
“How dare you!”
Some of the soldiers were actually still standing.
They were the ones who were barely able to rank amongst the 72 Supreme Masters, or did not reach it, but were at least someone along the path of Transcendant-Absolution.
Bang, bang.
Woon-seong collided with one of their swords.
It sounded like a bell had slammed into another bell.
Subsequently, a flame blazed to life around Woon-seong chest, coiling around both him and his opponent.
“Cough!”
“Ahhh!”
Blocking the attacks of these men did not stop Woon-seong’s advances.
Heart of the Alliance.
After sweeping the warriors away, Woon-seong quietly entered the heart of the Alliance alone.
Several more men rushed at him.
“Die!”
“How dare you!”
Woon-seong’s White Night Spear snapped into his hands.
One small movement cut off the rushing soldiers.
One move slashed through their weapons, the second through their necks.
The White Night Spear crackled with light, and at that moment, a destroyed world was reflected in the eyes of the warriors.
“Cough!”
“Cough!”
Blood flowed.
Woon-seong passed through their blood and corpses, the piles and puddles only increasing as he moved.
Of course, just because he was in a hallway did not mean that no one rushed at him.
Woon-seong cut them down in succession, expression unchanging.
Clang—
Shua—
Immediately, the hallway was riddled with corpses. There was blood everywhere.
Thunk—
Woon-seong crossed through all of that and entered the depths of the Martial Alliance, opening a door.
There, he noticed a tall man laying deep in the chair.
It had been a little over a decade, but this man’s face had barely aged.
It was a face he had pictured every day in thoughts of revenge.
Was it because these feelings had been inside him for so long?
Woon-seong felt his boiling blood freezing like ice.
Instead of excitement, momentum as sharp as an awl surrounded his body.
The air quickly cooled, like winds from the North Sea had rushed in.
This energy quickly wrapped around the body of Jwa Do-gyul.
“You…”
The air around seemed to press down like wet cotton.
Meanwhile, Woon-seong spoke to Jwa Do-gyul:
“I’ve missed you so much.”
Even Woon-seong found that unexpected.
Never thought I’d tell Jwa Do-gyul I missed him.
But it was not a lie.
The words were filled with wrath and years of venom.
“Jwa Do-gyul.”
The man could not have understood this hatred. Nevertheless, he smiled.
A smile that seemed to be hiding something.
Woon-seong seemed to freeze at this unknown smile.
“I’ve missed you so much, Cult Leader.”
At that moment,
Click—
The earth seemed to tilt on its axis as a massive storm shook the area.
Kuakuakuakua—
