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Cult. To them, who were called Magyo in Jungwon, those who lived in Jungwon were nothing more than filthy unbelievers and unfortunate beings who had luckily extended lives that should have already been severed.

They are lowly bastards who have been allowed to live worthless lives because the time has not yet come because the time promised by Heavenly Demon has not come.

That’s why he never thought about it. The day will come when he will feel ‘fear’ from that lowly and insignificant being.

Paaaaaat!

Chung Myung, whose eyes were colored with madness and murderous intent, rushed in a straight line towards Jong Nil.

There was only one emotion allowed to those who faced that enormous speed and momentum head-on.

Kwang!

Jong Nil’s feet kicked the ground excessively. There was no time to even think. Jong Nil threw his body backward and wildly waved his hands like a madman. Fierce demonic energy spewed forth in streams.

It was somewhat different from before. It was not about destroying the enemies of the cult, but a desperate struggle to push back the approaching threat.

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Of course, it was merely a struggle to protect a life that was supposed to exist solely for sacrifice to the cult.

The demonic energy was as dense as the black smoke (??(黑煙)) that rises above blazing flames. Unlike smoke that disperses with a wave of the hand, this demonic energy tore flesh and shattered bones upon mere contact, embodying the essence of a demon (?(魔)). That terrible demonic energy began to surround Chung Myung.

However, Chung Myung did not slow down even when he saw the demonic energy trying to engulf him. However, he stretched his sword he held in his right hand towards the lower left corner. And fiercely swept it upward to the right.

There was a deafening noise that seemed to tear eardrums.

Paaaaaaaaaang!

A powerful one-strike (??(一劍)) that seemed to tear apart space itself.

A red line appeared diagonally across the center of the demonic energy, blossoming in the air. The demonic energy that Jong Nil unleashed with all his might was split apart with a single blow of his sword. Chung Myung threw himself through the gap and rushed in. A chilling smile was brightly painted on his face.

Before Jong Nil could even be startled, a terrifying sensation spread through his ankle. The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword had horizontally sliced across his ankle.

Sogok!

The sword cleanly sliced through the front ankle and, like a flash of lightning, targeted Jong Nil’s entire body.

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Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!

After being cut one after another to his thigh and abdomen, he soon widened his eyes as he saw the sword flying toward his neck.

“Stop!”

At that moment, another enforcer plummeted with tremendous speed towards Chung Myung’s head. His hands were filled with demonic energy like the claws of a monster, as if he was going to split Chung Myung’s head in one fell swoop.

Everyone thought that Chung Myung was in a situation where he had to first block the attack from falling on his head. However, Chung Myung instead charged even faster than before.

‘What?’

Saaaaaak!

As Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword cut through the air without stopping and flew towards his throat, Jong Nil was frightened and blocked it with his hand.

Kagak! Kagagak!

The blade of the sword, colder than the cold wind of the icy hell, penetrated into the palm of his hand, which was filled with demonic energy and was several times harder than ten thousand years old cold iron.

‘Kkeuk….’

Jong Nil was in a situation where his senses became extremely sensitive in the face of a life-threatening situation. Rather, that was the problem. The heightened senses conveyed the pain all too vividly to Jong Nil. The entire process of the sword digging into his skin, tearing the flesh, and eventually getting lodged in his wrist bone was vivid.

The ferocious sword unraveled the resisting demonic energy piece by piece. There was a terrible pain, as if a saw slowly cutting into flesh, and the sword steadily advanced towards Jong Nil’s neck.

“Kkeuaaaaak!”

Jong Nil screamed in pain and pushed away the sword stuck in his hand. As much as he pushed, the sword dug deeper.

Soon, the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword sliced past his wrist up to his forearm.

“Keuhat!”

Jong Nil threw away the rapier he was holding and grabbed Chung Myung’s sword stuck in his left arm with his bare hand.

Kwadeudeudeuk!

His left arm is no longer functioning properly. However, the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword was swung as if it would even cut off Jong Nil’s right hand. Although even his right hand was in risk, Jong Nil desperately clung to the sword.

This is because his eyes clearly saw the demonic hand (??(魔手)) of the enforcer falling towards Chung Myung’s head.

‘You idiot! You made a mistake….’

But at that moment, Jong Nil flinched. There was no way he didn’t know that a tremendous demonic energy was flying towards his head, but Chung Myung’s face didn’t show the slightest panic or fear.

He was only looking at Jong Nil with an unnervingly cold gaze.

“Dieeeee!”

Just as the enforcer’s hand was about to strike Chung Myung’s head.

Chaeaeaeaeng!

A massive metallic sound rang out, and the hand of the enforcer stopped right above Chung Myung’s head.

Between the hand filled with boiling demonic energy and the undefended head, a white sword had suddenly emerged.

‘S- Since when?’

Jong Nil’s face drained of color.

A young hero, who had stayed behind and fought as if protecting Chung Myung suddenly flew in and blocked the attacks pouring down on Chung Myung. As if he had known this would happen from the start.

His distorted face and flushed complexion clearly showed how much energy he had expended to narrow this distance in one go.

“Kahat!”

Of course, there was no way the enforcer would give up easily just because that one attack was blocked. However, just as he was about to swing his hand again in mid-air, another shadow leaped above Baek Cheon.

The enforcer hastily looked up.

What he saw at that moment was a female swordsman flying with her back against the night sky. Her expression was terrifyingly cold.

“Samae!”

“Yes.”

Swaeaeaek!

Yoo Iseol’s sword cut through the dark air and pierced the entire body of the enforcer with dozens of sword shadows.

“Keuuaaaak!”

Normally, he wouldn’t have allowed such an attack so easily, but the enforcer was focused on Chung Myung and Baek Cheon. There was no way to fight against Yoo Iseol, who just happened to appear from a blind spot.

The enforcer soon fell down, bleeding all over his body. Red blood spurted from the long sword mark on his face.

‘Damn it!’

Baek Cheon cursed under his breath and clenched his teeth.

There was no need for instructions or discussions. The moment this madman kicked off the ground and leaped forward, it was clear what he was targeting. So, just like Baek Cheon always did, he just has to do what he has to do.

But… wasn’t there a limit to this? If he had been just a bit later, Chung Myung’s head would have burst open like a ripe watermelon.

He doesn’t know whether to call this trust or recklessness, but he doesn’t have time to question it. What he needed to do now was all too clear.

“Haaaaaap!”

Baekcheon quickly retracted his sword and spun in place, launching his sword. His target was the handle end of the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword that Chung Myung was holding.

Kagaaaaang!

The moment his sword struck Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword, Jong Nil was sent flying, blood spraying from him. Then, as if it were the most natural thing, Chung Myung began to charge forward again.

Before Baek Cheon even kicked off the ground, Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol passed by and followed right behind Chung Myung.

Any disciple of Mount Hua knows this.

What does Chung Myung do when the enemy outnumbers them and the situation is unfavorable? Everyone knows it without needing to be told.

“Gol!”

“Yes, Sahyung!”

Jo-Gol’s lightning-like swift sword rained forward. The cultists, who had rushed at Chung Myung with faces mixed with surprise and hatred, were swept away in an instant.

At the same time, Yoon Jong’s sword, which was swung with the utmost softness, blocked all attacks coming from all directions around Chung Myung.

A sword that opens the way by attacking.

A sword that protects by shielding.

These two contrasting swords opened the path for Chung Myung and protected him.

Baek Cheon quickly caught up and shouted loudly.

“Open the way! To the bishop!”

In the past, when dealing with Magyo, Chung Myung had leaped over enemies and cut down the enforcer. And by severing the head, everyone’s lives were saved.

But this time is different. The enemies are stronger, and the bishop is incomparably more powerful than before.

In that case, it is not for Chung Myung to protect them, but for them to protect Chung Myung.

The blade that is Chung Myung must be intact and sent straight to the bishop’s neck. Even if they risk everything!

“Hye Yeon….”

“Excuse me.”

At that very moment, a man leaped over Baek Cheon’s head. Seeing the fluttering red robe like flowing blood, Baek Cheon instinctively shouted.

“Jang Ilso!”

“I roughly understand.”

With a gentle tone, Jang Ilso’s hands emitted a bright blue flame (??(靑炎)). It shot out like a fireball and engulfed the cultists in front of Chung Myung.

At the moment when the cultists let out a terrible scream, Jang Ilso leaped into the air and jumped down right next to Chung Myung.

“Right, then….”

He grinned, baring his teeth with a ghostly expression.

“Shall we go?”

Paaaaaat!

Chung Myung and Jang Ilso charged forward together.

At the same time, Baek Cheon, Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong, and Jo-Gol followed as if guarding their backs.

The sight was like an arrow that had been fired fiercely, leaving a tightly drawn bowstring.

The moment an arrow stops, it loses its meaning. Since they have decided to break through the enemy’s ranks, if they fail, there will be only one fate waiting for them.

However, neither Chung Myung nor Jang Ilso, nor anyone who followed them was afraid or intimidated by that fate. They simply smashed through and slashed at those blocking their path, relentlessly pushing forward.

“Oooooh!”

Hye Yeon and Namgung Dowi, leaping over the heads of Chung Myung and Jang Ilso, opened the way, each radiating fist force and sword energy. The enormous energy that poured down like a cannonball violently swept away the cultists who were unable to defend themselves.

Since the front line was blocked, the cultists who tried to dig in from the side were blocked by Tang Soso’s sword and Im Sobyeong’s energy.

“Keueuk!”

“You unbelievers!”

Mount Hua’s group, united as one, dug deep into the dense crowd of cultists.

The fangs of those who tried to attack the flank were blocked by the calm sword of Un Gum, and the cultists who persistently tried to catch up soon had to face Red Dogs that was biting like hounds.

Unstoppable. Once Mount Hua’s group gained momentum, they split through the sea of cultists and swiftly moved forward.

“Block them!”

Jong Nil, who had barely escaped with his life after being thrown out in a miserable state, screamed out in a torn voice. It was a cry too urgent and earnest to be from someone like the cult’s enforcer.

But now he didn’t even have the least amount of leeway left.

‘He must not be allowed to reach Bishop!’

He knew full well that this was a blasphemous idea. No matter how powerful that Taoist from Jungwon claimed to be, in front of the bishop whose power touched the heavens, he was no more than a mere insect. Fearing that the man’s sword might reach the bishop was a terrible disrespect to the bishop.

But even though he knew all that, he couldn’t help the fear that was creeping into his heart.

It must not happen. That man must not be allowed to reach the bishop!

“Stop him! Stop him no matter what, even if it means throwing your life away!”

The dark night sky and the dark land. A single red arrow split the world dyed entirely in black.

An extremely sharp arrow that will split the heart of the descending demon.