Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1046
Red Dogs was now proving that proverb.
Jang Ilso’s dog. Those who willingly accepted even that derogatory name pursued their enemies like hounds hunting for prey.
Just by looking at their sunken eyes and tightly closed lips, it was clear there was no trace of wavering in their minds. They ruthlessly swung their swords at the heads of the cultists.
Kagagak!
A sword covered in eerie energy penetrated into the arm of the cultist who was blocking his head. The sound of metal cutting through bone echoed eerily.
And then, in that moment.
Paaat!
With a powerful surge, a second wave (??(二波)) of attackers used the backs of the front-liners as a springboard to leap up and stab the head of a cultist with a swift sword strike. As if they had promised to do so from the beginning, the movements flowed seamlessly and naturally.
It was a sight that clearly showed how intensely they had trained.
“This...!”
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When the embarrassed cultist tried to pull out the arm with the sword stuck in it, Red Dogs, who was in front of him, twisted his blade and pulled the cultist’s arm towards him as if embracing it.
Then.
Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!
One from each side and one from above.
Like trained hunting dogs targeting a tiger, three red lines stretched out from behind the lead dog, tracing the entire body of the cultist.
“...Keueuk.”
The body of the cultist, who was wounded on both sides and in the middle of his head, stumbled backward for a moment.
Swaeaeaek!
Then, the flying sword was stuck with all its force into the cultist’s neck.
Kagagagak!
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The sound was less like a neck being sliced and more like a saw cutting through metal. The sword that was half-stuck in the neck was caught in the tough skin and creaked, making it impossible to push forward.
But just then.
Red Dogs, who flew in like a lightning strike, twisted his body the air and struck the sword stuck in the cultist’s neck with all his might.
Kagang!
Finally, the head of the cultist, cleanly cut off, rose into the air. However, Red Dogs, who had dealt with a single cultist without any damage, did not show the slightest pleasure in victory.
‘Five.’
It takes five to deal with one cultist without receiving any damage. With five Red Dogs, they can take on even the most extreme masters without any problems. In other words, it means that each and every one of the demonic cultists scattered around here has peak-level skills.
The Red Dogs, enveloped in a deep sense of crisis, stamped the ground as they targeted their next prey.
“Kyaaaaak!”
A dark hand flew in with a terrible wailing sound. The demonic energy covering his hands waved wildly, and the long nails made from demonic energy were pointed at a throat with an extremely sharp edge.
But....
Kaang!
Baek Cheon’s sword, which was swung neatly without the slightest hesitation, repelled the cultist’s attack without exerting much force. At the moment of contact, the demonic energy enveloping the hand was pushed back, branding the palm with a bright red sword mark.
Paaaaat!
Following this, a piercing strike. Baek Cheon’s sword stretched out like a flash of lightning, split into dozens in an instant and covered the entire body of the cultist.
Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!
The sound of flesh being sliced pierced his ears.
“Keuhaak!”
An angry roar burst from the cultist’s mouth. His blood-filled eyes were enough to make one’s flesh crawl just from meeting his gaze.
However.
Kagak!
Baek Cheon parried the attack from the cultist’s lunging arm and pushed it back. He then clenched his teeth and took another step forward.
Paaaaaat!
Soon, a sunset-colored line was engraved in the air.
The intense line passed through the cultist’s neck. Red blood gushed out from the mouth of the cultist, whose throat was half cut.
“Keuhu....”
The cultist, whose neck bone had been cut halfway, flailed his arms in desperation. Just then, above Baek Cheon, a dark figure soared up like an illusion.
Baek Cheon kicked the ground without a word and rushed forward. He ran out with Im Sobyeong and Five Swords supporting him as if escorting him.
‘Amazing.’
Im Sobyeong’s lips twitched. As if he was barely holding back his laughter.
The sight of Baek Cheon running ahead, his long hair streaming behind him, was impressively heroic. It was the epitome of what the world calls a hero.
If his choice had been a little bit wrong, Im Sobyeong and Nokrim would have ended up facing these people. Just the thought was chilling.
Meanwhile, Baek Cheon’s eyes were not as excited as one might expect.
Sogok!
Baek Cheon, who cut down the charging cultist in one go, bit his lip slightly.
‘It is not difficult.’
He could now see clearly.
Their celestial energy is like a disaster to the demonic cultists. Aren’t even the elites of the strong Red Dogs and Black Ghost Fortress mindlessly cutting down and pushing away the demonic energy of the cultists who are struggling?
Now he truly understood.
What the last three years of training have been for.
The cultists are attacking in a vicious and extraordinary way that is difficult to describe, but Baek Cheon is able to deal with all of the attacks.
Because he had experienced them before.
It’s not the North Sea. These are attacks that they have faced countless times during their training with Chung Myung. For those who had endured Chung Myung’s training for three years, this battle was nothing special.
The madness unleashed by Magyo is not as tickling compared to the murderous intent that Chung Myung unleashed at them.
Thus, the situation wasn’t particularly disadvantageous.
However....
‘This can’t be all there is.’
It’s not that he’s overestimating the enemy’s strength. Baek Cheon’s judgment of opponents is far too solid.
‘If this was all they had, that guy wouldn’t have reacted like that. There must be something more.’
Baek Cheon’s gaze turned to Chung Myung, who was driving away the cultists from the front in the distance. That extreme reaction couldn’t possibly be just for these foes.
“Don’t let your guard down! Don’t get drunk on the sword!”
To Baek Cheon’s shout, Mount Hua’s disciples immediately responded with voices full of strength.
And at that moment.
The figure of Jang Ilso approaching Chung Myung came into Baek Cheon’s field of vision.
Paaaaat!
Hot blood poured down Chung Myung’s face as he cut off another cultist’s head in one go. As Chung Myung was trying to find the next cultist without blinking, a cold voice fell into his ears.
“Don’t get too carried away.”
“....”
Chung Myung looked back without saying a word. Before he knew it, Jang Ilso had come a short distance away and was standing there with a strange smile on his face.
“You haven’t forgotten who your enemy is, have you? It’s not the time to be wasting energy on these small fries.”
Chung Myung looks at Jang Ilso with cold eyes.
“Go on.”
Jang Ilso scanned the surroundings with a chilly gaze.
Perhaps the ones who are properly aware of the situation on this battlefield right now are him, Chung Myung, and... if one had to add another, it would be Im Sobyeong.
“It’s not the time to be happy about winning. The enemy is only a hundred strong here. There must be at least three hundred more around. These guys are just small fries roaming the outskirts. It’ll get harder once their main force joins. Before that...”
Jang Ilso paused for a moment and smiled brightly.
“We have to kill that bishop. You’ve shown enough mercy, haven’t you? I appreciate the Taoist’s desire to try to save even at least one more insignificant Evil Sects bastard, but now is not the time.”
Chung Myung, who was glaring coldly at Jang Ilso, twisted the corners of his mouth and said.
“It stinks so much of rot, it’s almost leaking.”
“Hm?”
“But whatever. Let’s get along. Yes, I’ll go with your pace.”
The two looked at each other and smiled coldly. Then Jang Ilso turned his head and shouted.
“Gamyeong!”
“Yes!”
“Stick close.”
A sinister light flowed from Jang Ilso’s eyes.
“From now on, we’re going to cut off that bishop’s head.”