Chapter 898

898 times. Let’s just kill half of

it.

infinite.

Magnolia Mountain.

Early moning.

About two hundred and fifty men and women entered the valley.

It is the headquarters of the Demonic Cult.

Swordsman Oh-Kyung Chun approached Dan Son-Ik, the swordsman of blood, who led the group from the forefront.

“Dan Daeju. Ask our lord how far are you going? Since this is Mt. Magnolia, can’t we go back soon?”

Then, Dansonik answered while staring at the summit.

“Didn’t Namcheon mention Hocheonmaeng and tell her to hang out with her and go? If I can’t find them, I’ll have to at least go up to the top of the mountain.”

“It’s the top of the mountain. Got it. I will tell you that.”

Cheon Oh-gyeong was about to turn around, but Dan Son-ik’s subordinate, who had gone out to reconnaissance, returned.

“Lord. Hocheonmaeng guys are ambushing on the left and right inside the valley.”

“indeed. Is it time to go back?”

Then Oh-Kyung Cheon asked.

“Namcheon told me to hang out with Hocheon-maeng and go... don’t you think he had a different meaning?”

“Does it mean something else?”

“The word ‘moderately’ differs in intensity from person to person. If a master like Namcheon took proper care of it, it would be normal to lose a limb.”

“Well, that’s true, but... is it possible that Namcheon wants us to do that?”

“Isn’t the Southern League and Hocheon League competing? Namcheon is a member of the Namcheong, so Hocheonmaeng will be a thorn in the eye. So they might want us to take care of Hocheonmaeng on their behalf. No, I definitely will.”

“Hmm!”

A quiet voice flowed from Dansonik’s mouth.

Considering the humanity of Namcheon, who is called the Great Devil, it was a story that was quite possible.

Dan Son-ik, who was worried, called together the masters of the Mystic Law, Dokhaengmu, and Musamusaengmun.

“...This is how things turned out. What should I do with the Hocheonmaeng who ambushed in the canyon?”

At his words, the masters of the three gates could not easily open their mouths.

Considering the inaction of Nanchuan Yanjeokhe, he must somehow do as he wishes.

The problem is the range of ‘moderately’.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out how far I had to trample Hocheonmaeng.

As if blaming himself, the owner of the Mystic Law Gugyeongmun, a Buddhist sasaeng (不視死生), said something.

“Tsk! If you knew it would be like this, you should definitely ask on the spot...”

The Demonic Cult masters were intimidated by Namcheon’s Raiseul and hoped to break up quickly.

So I didn’t ask what moderation specifically meant.

In fact, if Namcheon had not been a member of the Southern Alliance, he would not have worried.

The problem is that Namcheon, the leader of the Southern Alliance, said such a thing.

The swordsman Eunwoogeum, the Munju swordsman of Samurai School, who was struggling, spoke.

“Namcheon is a member of the Southern Alliance, and his humanity is famous for being cruel, so I don’t think it’s true. That said, if you annihilate Hocheonmaeng, you don’t know what kind of pod you’ll get, so let’s just kill half of them.”

At those words, the master of the Mystic Law Tour and the head of the self-guided Mujumun shook their heads.

Come to think of it, if he was known as the Great Devil, he would have been satisfied with half of it.

Among the three clan lords, Sword Demon Eunwoogeum, the lord of the Musa Musaeng Mun, was the best in terms of strength.

Dan Profits and Loss did not object either.

This is because the strongest person in the headquarters of the Demonic Cult is the Sword Demon Eunwoogeum, the head of the Samurai Monastery.

If it was half of Hocheonmaeng, it was a number that would calm the resistance of those who remained in Cheonsan.

Thus, the fate of Hocheonmaeng was decided.

***

Maqiao went deep into the canyon even after knowing about Hocheonmaeng’s ambush.

Around the time the Demonic Bridge reached the center of the canyon, rocks rolled down from above.

Some Demonic Cult masters with weak intuition lost their lives by being crushed by rocks.

Then, arrows rained down on the head of the demonic cult.

When the rain of arrows stopped for a moment, the Demonic Cult counterattack began.

The lord of the three gates, the royal guards, and the great lord of the Black Dragon soared with the divine law of the fish farm.

There is nothing to be gained without a price.

Isn’t that why people fight for food and live?

The battle of Hocheonmaeng is also an extension of the quarrel.

A quarrel is never beautiful.

Like Hocheonmaeng’s miserable appearance now...

The Merchant Mugeuk, who had endlessly blamed himself, decided to accept the harsh reality.

“...Thank you.”

With the advice of the Sword King, the Mugeuk Merchant was able to shake off the burden of his heart.

After a while, Hocheon-maeng and Nam-maeng separated.

The Hucheon Meng going to Zhengzhou headed north, and the Southern Meng going back to Hebi headed east.

***

Yeonjeokha didn’t look good all the way down Mt. Mokryeon.

An unseen heartache spoke softly.

“Gongja. Don’t you look good?”

“It’s because I’m annoyed.”

“why?”

“I told the Demonic Cult bastards to hang out ‘in moderation’ and go.”

“It was.”

“Did you see it? More than 300 people died in the Hocheon League. That’s gross.”

“I don’t know. Maybe that’s appropriate for the Demonic Cult.”

“no! Where do you think it’s appropriate?”

“Oh, Gongja-nim. The Demonic Cult kills even with eye contact. Did you know that their ‘moderate’ would be the same as ours? Couldn’t you teach me exactly?”

“So you’re saying it’s my fault?”

“But thanks to Confucius, we survived by almost half. Had they made up their mind and resorted to trickery, almost all of them would have died. The Demonic Cult is originally such a place.”

“shit! How do you decide how many people to kill? I can’t do that! They are absolutely wrong!”

“Catch someone walking down the street and ask them. It’s because I kept my promise to the Demonic Cult. The people from the Jeongju branch didn’t die, so be satisfied with that.”

“Oh, I am so angry. You ignored my words.”

“From their point of view, it’s because it was a good fit and then left out.”

For some reason, Heartache did not give in and sided with the Demonic Cult until the end.

Later, the crazy Yeonjeokha said.

“Did you receive anything from the Demonic Cult without me knowing? Why are you on their side?”

“When did you have time to eat? This is a word I said to calm my anger.”

He put on a disapproving expression at the words of his heartache, but said nothing more.

Then things happened.

around lunchtime.

It was time to take a break and eat in the shade of a tree on the other side of the road.

‘Waaaa!’ Laughter broke out.

At first glance, the atmosphere seems to be congratulating the success of the Nammaeng.

There was almost no damage to the Southern League, but it was understandable that the Hocheon League lost about 300 lives.

The masters of the Southern League knew the heart of the musketeer and pretended not to see it.

This is because they are also members of the South Alliance, and the interests of the South Alliance are their own.

But there are people who aren’t like that at all.

it’s intertwined He frowned as he blamed himself for saying, “People who didn’t have to die died because of his carelessness.”

The people of this generation hurriedly said one word at a time as Yeonjeokha’s eyes became ferocious.

“Hum-hum, I want you to laugh and talk like that because it’s a good thing.”

“There are not a few injured people in the Southern Alliance too... but take care of yourself.”

“He looks a little excited to be going back home, but let’s see. It is true that the musketeers have suffered in the meantime.”

“Is that so? If you think you’re celebrating because your hard work is over...”

Some criticized the behavior of the Musketeers, but there were also people who made excuses for the Musketeers.

Mo Yong-moon, a member of the Southern Alliance, who was comforting the musketeers for their hard work, continued to speak.

“Everyone suffered a lot. I don’t know who thought colic (abdominal pain in horses), but it was good. Thanks to this, I was able to reduce the damage of the Southern League and increase the damage of the Hocheon League. Just do it, no more no less. Then it will work.”

Yeon Jeok-ha, who jumped up from his seat at the moment, glared at Mo Yong-mun and shouted.

“What did you just say!”