Chapter - 536 Episode 536. I knew this would happen. (1)

Flowering.

Chung-Myung's black plum blossoms embroidered Ho Gong like plum blossoms that covered the world, and soon red plum blossoms that seemed alive began to bloom one after another.

Plum blossoms, those cursed flowers.

The eyes of the bishops began to look scary.

That hateful flower is not enough to take away everything from the bridge, and it is still blocking him.

Now the pain in the chest was unbearable. The bishop clenched his fist to crush.

"Hwasaaaaaaaaan!"

The name that will be cursed.

Those who stole the sky of the bridge. The grotesque things that rise again and block him even though he burned the ground.

It won't collapse.

Like the plum blossoms that Hwasan uses as a symbol, they bloom again after losing, and the crumb re-blooms eventually stand in their way.

"This..."

Blood came out of the bishop's eyes explosively. Magee, who had been pulled up to the top of his head, swung all over his body and began to dye his body as pitch black.

"Let's see if we can rip everything apart and bloom again!"

More than a letter of black nail-shaped energy came out of his hands.

Whoo! Whoo!

Rushing wildly, the bishop began to scratch the front like a tear.

In an attack that seemed to squeeze and tear up the space itself, the plum blossoms that bloomed collapsed without exerting any effort.

One.

At that moment, Chung-Myung, who appeared through the forest of plum blossoms, hit the head of the bishop.

"That's nonsense.

Whoops!

No matter how sudden it was, a clear frontal attack could not have worked for him. The bishop lightly defended Chung-Myung's attack by swinging the long-grown Jogang.

The attacker was Chung-Myung, and the one who blocked was the bishop. However, the overwhelming difference in history warped and smashed the inside of Chung-Myung, who attacked.

Choked up!

Blood poured out of Chung-Myung's mouth again.

It was the moment when the bishop, who grabbed the victory flag, tried to blow away Chung-Myung by waving his hand.

Paa.

Chung-Myung slightly floated back with a recoil that pushed the sword down. Then Ho Gong swung a sword and painted plum blossoms.

Whoosh!

For an instant, the bishop's entire view was covered with plum blossoms.

No matter how high the bishop's status is, there was no way to distinguish what the real sword was and what the illusion was at a time when it was clear that there would be attacks.

Eventually, he was bitten back reflexively.

Unconscious, this was the first time he had fled behind since entering the battle.

It was the bishop who gained the upper hand in the battle, but it was Chung-Myung who won the battle. And the edge of the momentum that he managed to capture, Hwasan's disciples didn't miss.

Oh, my god!

Baek Cheon and Jo-Gol, who flew as if to the ground under the plum blossoms painted by Chung-Myung, swung a sword toward the bishop's ankle.

Kagagagagak!

A sword wielded with all its might scratched the bishop's ankle. Soon there was a clear red line, and blood trickled down.

Of course, it was too weak a wound for a sword.

But if it were a while ago, there wouldn't have been even a little scratch. It wasn't just a wound. It was evidence that Magee, who was protecting the bishop's whole body, was clearly weaker than before.

"You bastards!"

The bishop roared and struck his hands down. The two men desperately twisted their bodies to escape direct attack, but they couldn't withstand the spread of shock waves and bounced back like a kicked ball.The bishop, who was about to shoot tension at them once again, twisted his body, frightened by the sword sticking out to his face.

Hurry up!

Soon a red line was drawn on his cheek.

And

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

With a huge roaring star, a dazzling gold mine flew in at an enormous speed.

Whoosh!

The gold mine, which hit the bishops' hands, exploded and scattered in all directions.

"This..."

The face of the distorted bishop was now a demon itself.

Obviously, every single one is insignificant. But these little men attack one after another, as if they were one body. Without taking care of my life.

Oh, my god!

The bishop, who cut out a bid that flew in front of his face, tried to launch an angry attack. But then a sword flew back into his neck.

The bishop stared at Chung-Myung with poisonous eyes.

It's this guy at the center.

As if he had read the attack in advance, he stabbed the sword in every moment and others could freely launch attacks.

"You rat!"

The bishop, who could not contain his anger, ignored Yoo-Esul's sword and indiscriminately blew tension at Chung-Myung.

Qua-qua-qua-qua-qua-qua!

Black tension poured out toward Chung-Myung like a landslide. Yoo-Esul's sword, which flew like a beam of light, stabbed him in the neck and shoulder several times, but the bishop pushed his strength further into the tension toward Chung-Myung, rather than biting his body.

Let's go!

Yoo-Esul's sword finally drilled a finger-sized hole in his neck and shoulder. But the angry-eyed bishop didn't even look at her.

"Die!"

But at that moment, the bishop saw.

In the midst of violent tension, Chung-Myung smiles with his teeth revealed.

Oh, my god!

The sword quickly split the tension.

A firm sword created a gap between the tension, and a sword swung one after another penetrated the gap.

And

Whoo! Whoosh!

A red flower bloomed between the black and black tension.

In an instant, the flowers bloomed like clouds pushed the tension from side to side, increasing their size.

Whoosh!

The sword, which failed to overcome the pressure, made a strange noise, but Chung-Myung only swung the sword with his insane eyes.

Plum blossoms spread in the dark.

Fear and disillusionment spread in the eyes of the lost bishop at the endless sight.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The tension that couldn't be pushed out hit and crushed Chung-Myung's whole body.

A bunch of skin on the left shoulder was torn off and flew away, and the flesh on the beaten thigh burst and broke neatly to the bone.

But Chung-Myung's eyes were more lively. He shouted with his mouth up.

"Go!"

At that moment.

Yun-Jong jumped from behind his back and pointed the sword forward.

What the hell!

Again this time, the bishop, who thought it was a clear move, reached out to Yun-jong.

'Huh?'

But then, a hazy shadow overlapped behind Yun-Jong, who jumped. The bishop opened his eyes wide at an unexpected situation.

"Amitabul!"

Hye Yeon, who jumped in unison, mercilessly threw power at Yoon-jong's back.

And Yoon-Jong was given the power to fly without hesitation.

Whoosh!

Along with a huge binge, Yun-Jong's body flooded toward the bishop at a speed that he could not chase with his eyes. Spitting blood through his mouth.The outstretched sword tip shone sharply and stabbed the bishop in the chest.

Crack, crack!

An iron sword dug into the solid ice.

Beat! Beat! Beat it!

The spider-like balance began to spread on the already cracked ice.

"Scream!"

The bishop struck Yun-Jong in a hurry.

Yoon-Jong couldn't even scream and bounced off and was stuck on a cliff.

Whoosh!

"Cough!"

Blood poured down Yoon-jong's mouth and nose, shocked all over. But he smiled with a bloody face.

"Perfect..."

Unable to finish his sentence, he soon fell weakly to the ground.

"Ugh..."

The bishop, gripped by intense pain, faltered back.

The ice covered the chest was turning red. And blood trickled down his mouth.

"These... these filthy unbelievers..."

Now his face was not as relaxed as before.

Wood-deuk.

Chung-Myung forced his broken leg bone into an inner ball and limped toward the bishop.

"Tit!"

Spitting out blood, he stared at the bishop with cold eyes.

Soon his lips opened with a fishy smile. When the blood-soaked tooth was revealed, the bishop shook his shoulders in fear.

Chung-Myung said.

"I thought it would be the other way around, but it's embarrassing to call it a bishop.”

The bishop's eyes shook at the words. But for a moment, his eyes flared with rage once again.

"What do you think you're talking about when you said.

I'm sure you haven't had a proper fight since Heavenly Demon died.”

"On the other hand, the bishop must have been in the corner for a hundred years, leading only the obedient believers, saying, 'What can I do?'"

Chung-Myung approached the bishop in a grunt.

"It's obvious."

Chung-Myung's calm but mixed with laughter penetrated the bishop's ear.

"You ...."

Chung-Myung's eyes looking at the bishop drew a smooth line.

"You've been abandoned by the school, haven't you?”

As soon as he heard that, an explosive light burst out from the bishop's eyes.

"Inno ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh! You! What do you think a man like you knows?

I think I've touched the head of a depression. The bishop exuded madness and did evil as if nothing had ever been seen. The sky and earth shook loudly.

"I'm not abandoned! I have abandoned those apostates who do not believe in the resurrection of Heavenly Demon! The poor apostates will also be judged by Heavenly Demon! The one who doesn't believe! He who has forfeited his faith! All those guys! All those harnesses!"

It was a blood cry.

Just by listening to it, it was clear that the interest was insane.

Finally, tears of blood began to flow from the bishop's eyes.

"Heavenly Demon will wash the world with blood! Heavenly Demon께서! As soon as Heavenly Demon comes back... "

"Well, maybe."

Chung-Myung grabbed the sword in a sour way.

"But at least you won't see it with your own eyes. You die here."

Shake shake!

Something broke from the bishop's chest. The ice flakes seemed to fall to the floor, and soon red blood smoke began to squirt through the cracked ice.

"Ugh..."

A groan broke out of my mouth.

Everyone could see clearly.Now the author is collapsing from the inside.

"Bishop!"

"Protect the bishop! Let's go!

At the back, the marchers, who were waiting, began to rush, spewing blood with their eyes.

"Just do it!"

"Don't give me a way!"

The warriors of the ice palace, who had come to their senses, also rushed to stop them.

"Cough!"

The bishop's body was greatly shaken. Whenever that happened, blood poured out of my mouth like a waterfall.

'Body...

I've been so careful, but I couldn't stand the excitement of the moment. The light of life was rapidly fading as the frozen wound opened up.

"Cheon......Majaelim Manmaangbok."

One.

"No one can stop his resurrection!"

Even if he died, he would accept death with a willing heart if he could buy time for Heavenly Demon to revive.

"......No, I can stop it."

Then, a cold voice came from behind his back.

In his reflective eyes, he saw Baek Cheon approaching, limping with a sword as a cane.

I couldn't find the image of compliance anywhere. The untied hair was scattered, and the ever-clean clothes were now rags.

but

The young glow in those eyes hasn't changed a bit from beginning to now.

Even if he falls and falls again, the author wakes up again.

It's like...

"Hhhh ......"

The bishop smiled in vain as if he could not help it.

"Hwasan..........yes. Wasan."

The greatest enemy of the church, they have not changed a bit after all these years have passed.

"Come on."

The bishop drew out the last force.

"May your blood bless the resurrection of Heavenly Demon!"

No more words were needed.

Before the bishop's words were finished, Hye Yeon flew and rushed quickly.

Whoo! Whoosh!

With thousands of bees flapping at the same time, his fist, colored with gold mines, poured into the forerunner of the Bishop of Hwahwa with dozens of power.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

But no matter how hurt I am. The sun was not an easy bishop to suffer.

His tension in magi overwhelmed Hye Yeon's power and crushed his entire body.

Whoosh!

The pressure was truly enormous, with the eardrum torn and the veins of both eyes bursting out.

Hye Yeon collapsed on the spot.

Yoo-Esul's sword, which penetrated like a shadow just before the bishop's attack took Hye Yeon's death, aimed at the bishop's side.

Crack!

The bishop grabbed the flying sword with his own hands. It was a violent touch that I could break at once.

But then.

Yoo-Esul, who had let go of the sword, wound his hands around the bishop's arms, which grabbed the blade of the sword. As if he would never let go of just one arm.

"You d*mn thing!”

The bishop swung the other hand and slapped Yoo-Esul hard in the face. Her neck was about to break, but the hand holding her arm remained firm.

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Dang-Soso released all the remaining secretaries toward the bishop, and at the same time, he drew a sword and rushed toward the bishop.

There were two eyes shining like a rising star, and the determined will of the warrior was young.

It was also a consultation.

will not back down in the face of death

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

A plum blossom was formed at the end of a sword wielded by Dang-Soso. She swung her sword at the bishop without hesitation, even as she watched all the vido bounce away.

And at that moment, Baek Cheon's sword, which flew from behind her back, painted the same plum blossoms as her.The bishop opened his hands with a seizure of shouts.

Now the pale maggies are burning and swirling again, devouring Hawasan's disciples.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Baek Cheon and Dang-Soso were stuck right in the ground.

The shock was so strong that more than half of the body bounced when it plummeted to the floor.

"You little leech!"

The bishop once again slapped Yoo-Esul on the head, holding his arm as his whole body was torn apart.

Bang!

There was a blast and Yoo-Esul was bleeding from his nose and mouth. Even though the bishop's arm was torn and torn apart, her hands were not loose.

When the bishop was gnashing his teeth to pull up the rest of her life.

Fae-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a!

The roar of ripping ears rang. Soon after, the plum sword, loaded with black, flew into the bishop's neck, violently rotating.

In the wind, the bishop was unable to fly his energized hand to Yoo-Esul and struck off a flying sword.

Push!

The bishop's legs were bent with a terrible sound. When I lowered my eyes, I saw a sword sticking out of my knee from behind.

With all the power left, Jo-Gol's sword caught his eye, and Baek Cheon, who crawled to the ground, pierced his leg.

I could see the face of Baek Cheon smiling with a blood-soaked face.

"Argh!"

The bishop shouted madly and trampled on Baek Cheon's head.

Bite! Bite!

Baek Cheon's head dug into the ground.

"You wasans, you bastards, you're dead! You're dying! You're dying! I'm dying!"

At that moment.

Blah blah! Blah blah blah blah!

With a creepy noise, the ice covering his chest fell halfway to the floor.

The bishop, who stopped moving at the moment, was staring at my heart in silence.

The black dead flesh appeared where the ice fell off.

the fatal shears

The inevitable death was approaching him.

Something white came into the bishop's eyes as he stared blankly at his chest. Baek Cheon's trembling hand was pointing forward.

Soon Baek Cheon lifted his bloody head and grinned desperately at the bishop.

"......Uh......"

“......”

"Fell in hell... and lose."

The bishop hastily turned his head towards the point Baek Cheon pointed.

And

His world was forced into a hundred years ago.

apricot blossom

Redder than blood, plum blossoms are covering the world. A fantastic plum tree forest that seems to have carried the scenery of spring, and plum leaves blooming there fly towards the world in unison with the wind.

'This... this?'

I'm sure one day...

Someone rose from the plum blossoms. He was the messenger who would lead him to hell.

The bishop extended his hand reflexively.

The tension in his hand hit the flank of the flying shadow. The bones were crushed and the whole flesh was torn apart. But the pace of the raider has not decreased at all.

And he looked.

A hundred years ago.

Two cold eyes that are no different from what I saw then.

Plum blossoms...

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sword cut through the bishop's chest.

"......check."

Chung-Myung, who cut the bishop's vein with a sword, said as if the beast were growling."You can't protect Heavenly Demon again this time."

The horse pouring into my ear was close to despair. Waterfall-like blood spouted from his chest.

The bishop's body, which was never likely to collapse, finally stumbled and collapsed.