Chapter 211

Episode 211. I am still strong.

When someone raises their voice about an issue, people expect a solution from him.

It is even more so for a smart person like Jegal Seung-woon, a mysterious investigator.

In particular, the Zhuge family is known to be well-versed in jinbeop and bronchial techniques.

It was no wonder that people secretly hoped for him.

When the ilgakmin appeared, not only Jang Kang-ho, the master of the wind, but also Mubeopseonsa, the master of Shaolin Temple, and Mo Yong-hwang, the Gyeongcheon Ilgeom Mo Yong-hwang, glanced at Jegal Seung-un.

Only Jang Moo-deok, a free apprentice, the ten greatest masters in the world, only looked at the unicorns without much agitation.

However, Jegal Seung-un did not live up to people’s expectations.

No, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.

When I first encountered the report of the monster, I thought it was a collective hallucination.

Judging by cool reason, that was the correct answer.

So, he secretly brought various kinds of amulets.

However, when I looked at Ilgakma, I couldn’t get my hands on the amulet.

The narcissist screaming in front of him was not a hallucination.

If that were the case, the sound of Buddhist chanting would have already flowed from the mouths of the masters of Shaolin Temple.

I hate to admit it, but that’s the reality.

It is said that wise people know when to leave and when to leave.

Jegal Seung-woon’s face was burning, but he did not step forward, promising the next time.

Only then did people realize that the monster was beyond his ability.

Still, I couldn’t hold him accountable.

It was because the members of the Justice League claimed that monsters were witchcraft.

Is it because of the image of the devil?

Next, people’s eyes were directed to the monks of Shaolin Temple.

Perhaps that is the request of the times toward religious people.

Ten Arhats voluntarily ran towards the narrator.

The narrator’s eyes, which were looking around as if looking for something, stopped at Jang Kang-ho.

A light flashed in the dark eyes of the narcissist.

At that time, the ten Arhats who had settled down sequentially attacked Irma.

In the order of Sonahanjin, the Arhats released their attacks and defenses.

Arhats’ iron staffs were driven into the torso of Irgakma.

Pupper puck-.

There was a dull sound, like hitting a rock.

Ilgakmain waved his hand as if he was annoyed at the Arhats who were about to fall back after hitting them once. Just like a man does when chasing a swarm of flies.

Sheeing- Sheeing-.

Ten strong qi rose from the tips of the nails and cut through the bodies of the Arhats.

The Arhats had no time to do anything but avoid them.

blah blah jump-.

Arhats’ bodies split horizontally and vertically.

Ten monks of Shaolin Temple lost their lives with a single gesture.

From then on, the road to hell unfolded.

Ilgakmain walked towards Janggangho and waved his arms.

Every time that happened, five or six Cheonchudae masters were cut to pieces.

Even the expression “dangrang geocheol” was not enough.

The astonished masters of Cheonchudae no longer blocked the front of Ilgakmain.

The narrator’s steps grew faster and faster.

A deep wrinkle formed between Jang Kang-ho’s eyebrows.

I don’t know why, but it seemed like the target of Ilgakma was himself.

‘How dare you deal with monsters!’

Jang Kang-ho grabbed his condolences with strong force.

The moment he was about to move toward the narration, there was someone who was one step faster.

Finally, Mu-deok Jang, the tenth master of the world, moved.

When his father attacked the monster, Jang Kang-ho sighed, but did not intervene in the fight.

jjoong-.

Zhang Mu-deok’s sword cut the back of a horseman.

However, the person who bounced back was Jang Moo-deok.

Zhang Mu-deok looked in amazement at his sword and the back of the unicorn.

Even if it was a rock, it was an attack that would have split it, but the body of the narrator was fine.

The narrator, who had been looking away from Jang Kang-ho, slowly turned around.

A continuous thundering sound could be heard from the body of the narrator being battered by the river crossing.

After performing the final season with all his might, Jang Moo-deok glared at Ilgakmin.

I was thinking of giving up if I didn’t die even in the wind.

It was right to give up.

Because he had no other means than that.

The two arms of the narrator, who had not moved like a stone statue after being beaten, turned toward the sky.

“Kra la la la la-.”

Jang Moo-deok gnashed his teeth so that the sound could be heard in his ears.

It was as if the narrator was mockingly saying, ‘I am still in good health’.

I hit, cut, and stabbed myself with pottery and river crossings for over a meal, and this is the result!

Jang Moo-deok, who was sighing, unfolded the wind cloud and retreated like the wind.

And I looked around again.

Toward Cheonchudae, which was slowly retreating, famous believers were attacking like dogs.

Zhang Moo-deok gave up the unicorn and ran to the famous cultists.

Rather than fighting a monster that couldn’t be killed anyway, he thought of saving even one member of the Cheonchudae.

When Zhang Mu-deok attacked Yumyeong-gyo’s rear, the Baekdu horse troops joined him again.

that’s when

The narcissist, who had been screaming alone behind him, suddenly went mad and started running amok.

For some reason, Irgakma was no longer obsessed with Jang Moo-deok or Jang Kang-ho.

Just like a ghost, he changed places and waved his hands at random.

“Ahh!”

“Ouch!”

In the darkness, desperate screams continued to bite their tails.

When one of the demons attacked Yumyeong Bridge, the Baekduma forces ordered the believers to retreat.

As Yumyeonggyo fell away, Tianchudae fled the battlefield at even greater speed.

The roar of the narwhal echoed loudly in the empty field where people had escaped.

“Kra la la la la-.”

***

West Bihe.

The survivors of Tianchudae fled frantically along the river to the north.

They are all white faces.

It was only natural that a person’s body had been dismembered in the dark.

The people who were running in the lead stopped when there was no longer a famous school or a narcissist pursuing them.

In the meantime, those who had been left behind joined one by one.

No one came anymore after Jang Moo-deok.

Zhang Moo-deok looked around at the survivors who had survived to the end with miserable eyes.

seventy two

Three hundred and twenty-eight people died in just one night.

After a while, Master Mubeob and Jang Kang-ho, Mo Yong-hwang, and Jegal Seung-un gathered by his side.

Jang Moo-deok looked at Jegal Seung-un and said.

“I would like to hear your opinion, Musketeer. Do you still think you have a chance in this fight?”

“Wouldn’t it be possible to know that only when the four generations gather together?”

Jegal Seung-un responded rather provocatively.

He was in a state of annoyance with people staring at him as if he was responsible for today’s damage.

Jang Kang-ho, the leader, glanced at Jegal Seung-woon with a displeased face.

How dare you speak back to Mu Sangdoje, one of the ten greatest masters in the world and your own father?

Then, suddenly, the word ‘four generations’ gave me an eerie feeling.

“Do you think, Musketeer, that the other three generations were also attacked by famous religions like us?”

“There were about 300 famous believers who came to Xibihe today. It’s half of the power gathered at White Horse Temple. Then where are the other three hundred?”

“Are you aiming for one of the other three generations?”

“Considering the inaction of the Twelve Horsemen, the Baekdu Horse Army, and the general disciples, it seems so.”

Until Ilgakmin appeared, Cheonchudae was pushed back by surprise, but it was not greatly threatened. That was proof that their overall inaction was not outstanding.

“Looking at it today, it seems like they knew our course and waited. Is that possible?”

“On our side, only the four great lords know the exact course. It is unlikely that the great lords leaked it, so someone on the Golden Guard might have sold the information to the famed church. Isn’t that what government officials do?”

I didn’t think that Jegal Seung-woon was taking the initiative in the Geumuiwi.

In the imperial family, which was active in subjugating famous cults, there was no way that would be the case!

So it was regarded as an aberration of someone who was blinded by greed.

It’s embarrassing to be honest, but it’s a common occurrence even within the Justice League.