CH 128

Gucheon Hell (2)

The open ark Jungeumgae shook his head.

The pigeons of the open Bunta of Moorimmaeng were passing Jeonseo-gu until their armpits were sweaty, and the news was shocking.

no? nowhere?"

As people pass, they leave traces.

People have to eat, drink, and buy, and in the process they will somehow leave a mark.

Even if you stay overnight without stopping by the village, there will always be traces of it, and at least footprints should remain.

"Did these bastards really have wings to fly?"

"I, my lord."

A disciple courageously reported to the ark, where the road ran wild.

"Some of the testimonies obtained from the interrogation also say that something like a giant chicken flew. ."

The open ark Jungeungae slammed the disciple's head in the head.

"Fuck the bullshit, and tell each bunta quickly to find them in all directions!"

The most important issue in the current Moorim League.

blood horse.

The appearance of a demon who harms the same cause is always a big risk to the middle cause.

Among them, in particular, the appearance of demons above the climax was given a distinctive name for each.

This is the case with blood horses, heavenly horses, and light horses.

The appearance of a demon that appeared after a long time.

In addition, the appearance of a blood horse that shows overwhelming inaction enough to face dozens of climax masters alone.

Fortunately, their group has not yet become widespread enough to be called a cult.

"They stand out."

It's an odd combination.

A blood horse and a thousand swords, there, there is one master of the Tang clan, one boy, and one kid.

"Expand the scope across the country."

As long as the real bastards have wings, they don't stop at inhabited villages and run into all kinds of hills, they're bound to get caught in one place.

"Focus on finding this guy."

Still, the face of Cheongeom Yajang is already well known, so it will be difficult to escape from the surveillance network of 100,000 open methods.

A montage of Jang Soon-pil, the head of Cheongeom Yajang, was distributed nationwide, and the beggars of open Bunta gathered news from every corner to fulfill the orders sent by express.

A few days later, as Jeonseo-gu rushed to Bunta, the ark felt a headache again.

I mean, he's even mastered self-immolation!

It wasn't that he was staying overnight so as not to reveal his trail or his deeds, but he saw the beggars walking around the village and stopping by the guesthouse.

The montage of Cheongeom Yajang was also accurate and the unique composition of the staff was correct.

It also secures the impression of blood horses drawn by savvy beggars.

The problem is that similar reports come from village to village to Junggu Heating.

"This makes sense!"

This is not the level of the churn law.

It can't be explained unless you teleport anywhere.

"Some guys said that after a big bird perched near the village, the worms came in."

There are five reports of the same testimony.

"Why are you saying that now?"

" ."

I've already reported it once, but I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to be beaten for nothing.

shit.

"Aren't you going to answer me?"

After being silent for nothing, a disciple who was hit by one shot reported in detail.

"This report is dated and timed."

I wrote down the time for each founding village and continued them in chronological order.

There were mountains and deserts along the path, but if they really tame and ride big winged birds, the path would be .

"Are you coming to the Moorimmang?"

"Before that, look here."

He made an impression when he looked at the part of the map the disciple pointed to.

It was a village a day away from the main body of the Moorimmang, and the masters of the Beast Gate had flocked to it like a cloud.

"Boy, I'm thinking of joining you."

The open ark Joongeumgae trembled.

He showed off his skills against the masters of the Moorim League in the village of the Haemu faction, raising awareness and suddenly disappeared.

Blood... . It's a scary heart."

The strategy is great.

By inducing the moorimmaeng forces to withdraw, the beast gate procession could reach the close range of the moorimman without being disturbed.

"It's a patchwork."

When he joins the main base of the Beast Gate, one absolute master will have power.

In the first place, this must have been a terrible plan devised by the Beast Gate.

I don't know what kind of tactic he used, but he created an outstanding master named hyeolma, and he planned to invade the midfield... .

Jung Eon-gae convened an emergency meeting of the Moorim League one month later and spoke.

"The magician has called."

" ."

At that one word, the crowd went silent.

How dark was Moorim when the demons were able to acquire their wealth? Magic was never a light word.

It means that the confrontation between the Mamons and the Central People is collapsing, and a civil war is engulfed in the Central Wars.

It is the Mamons who take the lead on the planet with their fishermanship, so even if they defeat the demonic monstrosity, the dark period of Moorim continues for quite a long time.

"They can no longer be called beast gates. It should be called a magician."

Mo Yong Suhan asked.

"Can't the blood horse and the beast gate be separate?"

The middle voice shuddered.

"There is nothing wrong with their detailed movements or schemes. This means that their ambitions in preparing for the invasion of the Middle East are not shallow."

Jungeungae unfolded the map.

"Look at the current situation."

Beast gate masters flocked to the east side of the Moorimmaeng headquarters for a day.

Hundreds of even beasts were mobilized, on an unprecedented scale.

"And how could it be explained if it wasn't a beast gate or a big bird that blood horses tame and ride?"

The best training technique for taming a beast and using it as a servant is the Southern Beast Gate. Without them, it is virtually impossible to imitate.

"And if coincidences like this overlap in the powerful Moorim, it is by no means a coincidence."

"Ugh."

With that one word, the words of the middle language gained persuasive power.

Call of the Beast Gate.

appearance of blood.

Two coincidental incidents happened at the same time, how can you dismiss them as coincidences and consider them separately?

"Then, shouldn't we be hitting the beast gate now?"

"I don't know. Blood horses are flying through the sky, so they may have already joined."

One of the heads of the House of Meng asked.

"The purpose of the Beast Gate is to fight the Mamons, how do you see this?"

That's their absurd deception.

Jungeungae saw the Moorim Maengju.

"The blood horse has already announced that his goal is to be the Moorim Maengju. What would this mean? Isn't this a challenge to our men and a declaration of war by demons who want to achieve the world of magic?

It is not a single case of the Namgung family.

It was a job for the former Moorim League, and it was a crisis.

"Do you have anything to worry about, Beast Gate brooks?"

Except for the beast trainers, there is nothing to see. Otherwise, they would have made it to the midfield right away.

It was not a big problem as more than half of the martial arts force was gathering at the main corps.

"The concern of this ark is that they raised blood horses. And it's because there may be a few more such demons hidden."

The only threat is that.

Thirty noble family heads gathered at the Meng meeting did not take any clear measures, and one of the elderly people sitting on the other side stepped forward.

"Can I speak in front of my juniors?"

"Speak at ease. Apprentice old man."

Apprentice Moyongjeoksan.

The father of the current Moyonggaju, the former Gaju and the former Moorim leader, the absolute person.

A retired old master came back to Moorim during his retirement due to the serious issue of the appearance of a blood horse.

"If blood horses are the problem, the juniors have nothing to worry about."

At the apprentice's rant, the people saw him and the old man seated next to him.

Apprentice Moyongjeoksan.

After the sword, the long white goddess

brain fire heart metabolism

All of them are masters of the squadron and masters of Hwagyeong who can use their own swords.

'There is an apprentice old man, like a blood horse.'

'The swordsman still corrected it, what are you worried about?'

'If it's the magic of the heart ambassador, even the demons aren't that good... .'

Each of them had a look of relief, but the apprentice Moyongjeoksan stood up and put his hand on the shoulder of Namgungjangcheon, the mastermind of Moorim.

"There is a swordsman here, so what are the juniors worried about?"

" ."

One of the members of Meng expressed some concern about his senior's euphoria.

"It is a shame that an apprentice senior cares for his juniors so much, but wouldn't it be a little shameful to call our generation a swordsman?"

Everyone nodded as if in agreement with him, even if they didn't say anything.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

The apprentice smiled and tapped Namgung Jangcheon's shoulder on the shoulder.

"It's a climax of Meng, so why didn't it publicize it?"

"It's just a shameful achievement."

"If you are ashamed of the person who broke the sword in your heart, this old man must start training again from Mabo."

"I am only sorry."

What surprised me the most at the conversation between the former Moorim Mengju and the current Moorim Mengju was the open ark Joong Eongae.

Except for the retired seniors, if you say that you are a master who leads the current Moorim League, you can pick two: Namgung Jangcheon and Jungeongae.

Both of them were masters of Hwagyeong, and at the time they were the best competing for 1st and 2nd place in the Moorim League.

'It's a sword... .'

When Namgung Jangcheon, who he thought was in the same state as himself, broke the sword, doesn't it mean that he has reached the heights of the realm?

Except for him, who was hardened by a great shock, the heads of families close to the Namgung family rejoiced greatly.

"Uh-huh, to be a master of Hyun-kyung at the time."

"Hey, how come you didn't tell me as well?"

"No, I didn't know that my father knew, too."

Each of them congratulated each other and exchanged congratulations.

The atmosphere of the meeting, which had been in a crisis situation until now, was reversed at once and became as quiet as a casual tea gathering.

no wonder! He said that he was calm even though he was clearly aiming for the mastermind, so it must have been something like this."

"You're so sassy, too. If we told you in advance, wouldn't we have to be quiet amongst ourselves?

"Heh heh heh heh."

Everyone was in a friendly atmosphere, and only the open ark Jungeungae had a fat face.

'That naughty fox.'

For the past few months, I've been wanting to slaughter the Mamons like crazy, but I've finally come to a point of view.

'I'm falling behind that guy.'

It's something that's never happened before.

On the contrary, when it was in the late index ranks, Jungeungae first reached the climax.

After that, the difference gradually decreased as he gained achievements through fierce battles with the Mamon tribes through actual combat rather than training, proved himself, and received the blessings of history.

'The big guy with his family on his back .'

The difference between him, who was born as a beggar and climbed to the ark with the talent of blood and blood, and the man who accumulated public wealth by defeating prey driven by his family's power was greater than expected.

There is a very big difference between the present day and the flower scene.

'Huh, let's calm down, middle-aged.'

The ark exhorted itself.

It was so complicated that I was afraid that I might fall into a simma.

In the middle of the conversation, the gaze of the Moorim Maengju, who glanced at him, made his heart even more uncomfortable.

But more horrifying news came.

"Emergency!"

There was no one to criticize the messenger who broke into the meeting room with a chattering atmosphere.

He was one of the warriors guarding the beast gate.

"Say it."

"At present, a group of blood horses and beast gates that appeared along with a large drake collided."

The middleman widened his eyes.

"Did you say it was a collision? Not joining?"

"Yeah, now there is a battle between the Beast Gate Masters and the Blood Horse."

"Huh."

As none of his predictions came true, one corner of Jung Eon-gae's heart shuddered and shattered.

'Simma .'

Then the messenger corrected his report.

It was not a battle worthy of being called a battle at all.

"It's not a battle, it's a one-sided massacre of blood horses."

The masters who attended the Meng meeting lifted their heavy buttocks. Among those gathered here, there are no masters who are not at their peak.

According to their new law, a day's distance was sufficient for only a few villages' time.

If there's something they didn't expect... .

Park Soo-ho's fight, called the blood horse, was enough in just a few minutes.