CH 123

Blood Horse Park Soo-Ho (3)

It was like releasing a ferocious dog.

The rushing masters collapsed helplessly.

It was obvious who the hunters and prey of the dead and bloody meadows were.

'Dogs and dogs transform into dogs!'

Dangjin Railroad was shocked by Suho's transformation into a dog because he didn't sell enough.

'How can I do this .'

Even the second-rate masters who came late like a cloud and formed a siege are equally bewildered.

"Uh-huh!"

Volcanic First Sword fought hard, but in the end his sword was also broken.

"Creep."

The transformed Suho looked around.

I've never had a will anymore.

"Ugh."

"Huh."

"Ouch, gagging!"

On the battlefield filled with only the weepings of those who were still alive, only half and half stood on their feet.

The tail, which had been waving uncontrollably as the excitement did not subside, gradually turned into smoke.

The white smoke that rose like a haze disappeared and Suho regained his original form.

Smoke gathered next to him and turned into a white ball.

"Uh-uh, wow!"

Baek Goo looked at the beggar with a rich life and barked.

"You are patient."

"Waah, whoa!"

I stroked the white ball once and looked around. When they came like that, second- and third-rate masters who could see over two thousand were encamped.

After catching a deer, rabbits attacked.

They were also bewildered, so there was a brief confrontation, but soon the siege was lifted and they began to retreat.

Suho glanced at their coordinated movements. It's not about running away, it's about taking orders and retreating.

Their heads will be there.

'Is that there?'

They are all second-class and third-rate in the 40s and 50s, but only one of them is a master at level 70.

The guy who didn't even go to the battlefield and watched from afar was the one who gave the order.

Suho picked up a dagger from among the corpses and threw it.

Awesome sweetheart!

*The Moorim League intelligence group.

Bi-young, the leader of the Muyeong-dan, barely calmed her trembling heart.

' It's high-class.'

At least rather than yourself.

Are you a master of hwagyeong?

Is it the same level as Moorim Maengju?

It's a single vegetarian meal.

Even when he barely saw one of the foot swordsmanships, he thought that he could compare his superiority to that of the Moorim Maengju, and he trembled.

The scary thing is that he might be a stronger master than the Moorim Maengju.

'What is that!'

Are you saying you're not human?

He turned into a beast and bit people wildly.

Banggae's shoulder was torn, and Songunpa Jangmunin's chest was wide open in his claws.

overly ferocious and cruel

Kaang!

The joint attack of the masters at their peak did not pierce the stiff hair as if they were made of wire, and in the end, all 500 masters collapsed.

'It's a disappointment.'

Mine appeared.

Those who worship demons who prove themselves by killing non-Mamon people.

'It's a worthless sacrifice.'

Bi-yeong gave the order to retreat from the besieging masters, and when he turned his head in a creepy feeling, it was after Bi-do, who had already flew in, was deeply locked in the tree next to him.

' !'

thank God.

It seems that he couldn't read the signs properly because he was in stealth.

But is the feeling of making eye contact an illusion?

"Go tell me."

It's not an illusion.

He is looking right at me.

"Wait because Soon-pil will go pick his throat in return for bullying him."

" !"

it didn't go wrong

deliberately missed

Biyoung immediately left the place as if there was nothing more to see.

*After the besieged people moved away in an instant, there were only about 500 bodies and the guardian party in the field.

"Ouch."

"Uh-huh!"

Dang Jin-cheol roamed the battlefield and sent the still-living Gangho-dongdos to the other world.

"Sir, save me."

There were people begging for their lives.

"Yeah, that's what my family cried out too."

Dang Jin-cheol's dagger stabbed the beggar's neck.

"Hey, you devils! Justice will judge you!"

"The devil ."

????????

I used to think like that at times.

They're not Mamon people, they're the same Muslim people, so why do they persecute our family so much?

"If I am the devil, then you guys are demons."

"Crazy... ."

Kwajik!

Dang Jin-cheol took his life one by one.

Suho walked around and picked up secrets and treasures with his search skills.

"The master is in the carriage."

"I'll help too."

"You don't have to help."

Jang Soon-pil told Wang Il.

"Stay in the carriage with the master."

"Yes, yep!"

Wang Il could not easily believe what he had just seen.

crazy

500 masters were slaughtered in a single cut in front of them.

'Crazy. This is really crazy.'

The Moon clan is also a prestigious samurai.

I've seen samurai fights and death and death a few times.

However, I had never seen or heard of such an overwhelming battle on such a scale.

Moreover, the appearance of Suho transformed into the last beast is shocking itself!

'I should just stay still.'

To the boy who was born and raised as a servant and dreamed of becoming a blacksmith, the world of warriors was a far-off story.

Even the third-class warriors of the Moon clan were awe-inspiring, but this place seemed like a completely different world.

'This way you die, you die that way.'

It's like riding on a tiger's back anyway.

All you need to do is be careful about your actions so as not to be out of sight of the masters, and be alert.

This is a heaven-given opportunity for genius Il-woo.

'I might become a warrior too.'

It's okay not to be a disciple.

If only I could learn an empty phrase from that great master.

'If we can overcome this crisis well, we will definitely have an opportunity.'

Since the Moon clan left the riot, I understand that the masters are sticking around. Even though I understand, I don't know why the samurai of the Moorim Maeng come and block them like that.

In Wang Il's eyes, he sees a little boy sitting with a calm face.

"I, Master."

"Yes, bro."

"Aww, lower your words."

Wang Yi looked at him and asked softly.

"But do you know why I pretended to be Moorimmeng?"

"Oh, you didn't know. We are going to kill the Moorim Maengju now."

" ."

It's not a gold chain of ascending status, it's a chariot heading to hell.

*After collecting the loot, the wagon quietly entered the village of Haemupa.

The bustling town was quite large as it was a transportation hub in the middle of the Gucheon planet, but there was no one coming and going that day, so it had a gloomy atmosphere.

With a few eyes peering out the window, he informed that there were still people in the village.

"I, uh, where shall I go?"

I didn't see the solicitor who should have been there, so Wang Il stopped in the middle of the main road and asked. A simple and clear answer came from inside the carriage.

"I'm hungry, so let's eat."

" ."

The voice of the absolute master who killed 500 martial arts masters was too casual.

There was no sense of victory, excitement that had not yet been shaken off, or tension.

Things like guilt or regret for taking a life.

'Well.'

How could it be so insignificant for a person to die on the planet of the nine heavens? Wang Il also attended hundreds of funerals by the time he was 15.

He himself would be mortified in life and death like this, but how much experience would he have had if he was a master like that?

That terrible composure also felt like the qualifications of a master, which was a new surprise.

Wang Il has never been outside of the Mun family, so it is the first way to go wherever he goes.

However, no matter which village you go to, Jeojoo Street is mostly on a road frequented by people, and Gaekzan is also located nearby.

There is no way to know if this house is the most delicious among Haemu-pa villages, but Wang-il stopped the carriage in front of the largest Gaekzan building.

"Uh-huh, I'm hungry after I've used my strength."

Dang Jin-cheol, who has been unusually less talkative since before, was sitting on the roof of the wagon and staring blankly into the air.

Hey. King of Worry. let's go eat.

" ."

Dang Jin-cheol, who jumped out, followed the party into the guest cup and sat down in a spacious seat under the guidance of Jeom So-i with a tense face.

There were no guests except Suho and his party.

"Well, what should I give you?"

"Plenty of the most delicious food."

Yep.

Jeom So-yi took the order, and soon Wang Il put the horses into the stable and entered.

"Come here and sit down."

Yep.

I'm not used to the sickness yet, so I'm always crouching until I tell you first.

"How long will it be? If it's Korean food, we eat together."

Yeah ."

Ah, the bosses of the Murim Maengju assassination corps have proven that they are one team.

You've already heard the soy sauce and the chef sticking out his head over there.

Suho smiled as he saw Wang Il crying.

"What else are you excited about?"

"Black, no."

Wang Il and Jang Soon-pil, as well as how people are divided into ranks, they become like that even after only a few years of slavery.

"Why are you so dumb after eating honey?"

" ."

Dang Jin-cheol, who was quietly watching Suho, opened his mouth with a sigh.

"Among the masters who died today, 32 were my enemies."

" ?"

Suho tilted his head.

"Hey, I must have paid my revenge."

Dang Jin-cheol shook his head and unwrapped the cloth, tore the lining and took out the paper.

It was full of clever names written on it.

"What is this?"

"You're alive. Those who destroyed my family and killed my father and Gasol."

They didn't even write it down.

"It's my reason and everything."

At first glance, the number was over a hundred.

"The first time I met Daehyup, I went to kill the tattooed sword who was imprisoned there, and I got caught badly."

"Wow, you're not normal either."

To kill the enemy, he broke into the prison where he was held. I understood why Dang Jin-cheol was captured without dying.

'The middle man who killed his people.'

Even the Mamon people couldn't figure it out, so they must have kept it alive.

"We've seen faces of 32 people before."

Dang Jin-cheol drew the names of the dead on the paper.

However, there are still more than a hundred people left.

"I never thought in my lifetime that this would be possible."

I just used it as a reason not to die and to continue this lonely life.

'So easy... .'

It's also nonsense

The goal of a lifetime is to say that one gesture is enough for some.

It took three months to prepare for the death of a tattooed sword, the same first-class expert. However, 500 first-class masters died during the time of the village.

Dang Jin-cheol looked at Suho with a serious face.

"What is the true nature of the Daehyup?"

" ."

"Why did you hide the fact that you are the master of refutation Gwijin?"

Rebuttal.

It was different from finding the optimal body that martial arts wanted and rejuvenating.

One more hwanggol metamorphosis, to the point where it looks like he hasn't mastered martial arts at all.

"No, beyond rebuttal ."

Dang Jin-cheol asked with serious eyes.

"How did the Goddess who reached the natural scene come down to the world?"

At Dang Jin-cheol's serious eyes, Suho smiled.

"Fresh is a horn."

Just then, Jeom So-yi was coming with a large plate of food.

"Eat some rice."

" ."

As Dang Jin-cheol watched Suho constantly teasing his chopsticks, Jang Soon-pil, unable to bear it, stepped out.

"It's not what the small party thinks, so let's just eat it. Earth's uninhabited people are different from the old planet here."

"Is the earth called Mureungdowon?"

"Haha, no. Let's get to know each other and eat first."

"Hmm, I see."

When Dang Jin-cheol raised his chopsticks, Jang Soon-pil also raised a spoon.

'Maybe it's fresh .'

He said no, but Jang Soon-pil did not know the identity. No, humans are right. I just don't know how it came to be.

Isn't Park Soo-ho also curious about what happened to him?

If it were too much, then Sunpil Jang would become the head of the research institute, and the first researcher he undertook would be 'Park Soo-ho'.

*gugugu.

In the tower of the Jeonseo-gu of the Moorimmaeng headquarters, pigeons delivering news from all over the world were constantly coming and going.

The samurai who was unpacking the book tied to the pigeon's foot was startled.

Well? Brother!"

"Yes, Captain."

"You must tell the lord right now."

Yep.

"Hey, tell me this too."

A samurai who was called the brother-in-law took the book and hurriedly demonstrated the divine method. An unbelievable name was written on the swipe book.

; A blood horse appears. Goal Moorim Majesty.

; Caught the movement of the Beast Gate in South Bay.