443 – Reverse Heaven Trial – 6
Just before the fall of the Jimosin Church and the spread of the belief in Seonghwangcheong. There were many beliefs scattered throughout the world. Beliefs that lead us toward a brilliant future.
And in the midst of war, faith turned into cynicism.
No faith saved them.
No prayers eased the pain.
No teaching provided an answer.
The monks, who were considered to be a branch of the Church of the Virgin Mary, but in reality had little to do with it, groaned as they looked at the world. Some decided to turn away from the filthy world and went into seclusion, while others, worse off, went out into the world to relieve their suffering. They preached teachings and led those who were tired of suffering.
… However, the war did not escape Taoist monks either. Monks who acted according to principles and doctrines different from those of the secular world caused friction in many places. If there were no martial arts monks who had trained for a long time, the monks would have been reduced to one of the common people engulfed in fire.
The world was dirty and cruel. The Buddhist monks who came down with great intentions were discouraged and despairing. There were some who returned to the mountains, and there were monks who completely immersed themselves in the secular world and became powerful. Two sects that came from one root but diverged. Because the actions of the two forces were so different, blaming each other was a predictable result.
The martial arts monks who came together and endured hardships gradually became weaker as they fought against each other as enemies. One side criticized those who were steeped in the secular world as apostate monks, while the secular world treated those who pretended to be noble and just looked on as hypocrites. The friction between the two forces gradually increased.
Contrary to their united faith, more pain and anguish arose.
“Just because she appears to be a young girl, treating the disaster named after Kanzaka like that is foolish and ignores the essence. “The Hinayana will break the Buddhist precepts and tell you.”
And Dogo, who was one of the apostate monks steeped in worldliness, felt skeptical about his teachings that had lost their meaning and decided to plunge himself into even greater suffering.
“O founder Tirkanjaka. Hinayana doesn’t know what you are. However, it is said that vampires feel no pain or agony. “It is the state of liberation we pursue if we just hear the word.”
Nobility of the night. I decided to surrender myself to the vampire.
“I don’t know if there is any value in the liberation that comes without suffering, contemplation, penance, and training. That too would be a penance. “Theravada wants to take this body to an even greater test.”
All elders are descendants of the founder. However, it cannot necessarily be said that he had the same intention as the founder.
“Make the Hinayana a vampire. Instead, I will give you this miserable body.”
Someone is out for revenge. Someone’s life. Some people are curious. Some out of a sense of duty.
Some people are ambitious. Some people live forever. Some people are formidable. Some people are eager to win.
Some people believe in faith. Someone to the tribe. Some people are afraid. Someone happened to
Although the reasons are different, after becoming a descendant of the progenitor, he became an elder.
What did Dogo really feel?
Or maybe he didn’t feel it?
Tirkanjaka was at a loss for words as he was experiencing this for the first time. So far, all the Elders have done as Tyr wanted. I shared Tyr’s feelings. Even Dogo, who did not even exchange words with women, let alone fists, would plunge his fist into the chest without the slightest hesitation if the other person believed in the Heavenly God.
The fists of martial artists filled with anger did not discriminate between men and women of all ages. It only covers faith.
Dogo was also very faithful as an elder. This is a natural result because the belief in Tao (道) is being sent to the ancestors.
Such a doggo has now rebelled against its founder.
“… Are you out of your mind? Are you going to judge me?”
“Not only Ruskinia’s daughter, but all of us must take the test. Progenitor, you are the beginning.”
Although he has a skinny body, his eyes are bright. Blood monk Dogo. His blood relatives were willing to suffer, and he had little desire for human blood, so he was respected by all humans. Dogo’s blood relatives, who are big-headed in a good sense and have stereotypical thinking in a bad sense, are in charge of handling law and morality in the principality.
That is why he came forward and condemned Sijo.
“O progenitor. The reverence that Hinayana pays you is not innate. Hinayana clearly became a vampire in order to throw away all agony and pain and reach the state of liberation. So far, we’ve been faithful to each other’s roles. “Sore.”
Dogo said, looking at Tirkanjaka with a slightly pitiful look.
“The Hinayana will have no respect for you who have lost control and are lost in lust with a man in the room.”
I don’t mix fists or words with women. Because it is something that hinders cultivation and disturbs the mind. Although it was an old doctrine, Dogo, an old man, followed that belief.
And now the bridle is gone. Dogo began to weigh between ancestors and doctrines.
Dogo’s rebellion, and Tirkanjaka’s feelings in the reverse.
“… Uh?”
More than anything, I was embarrassed.
Tirkanjaka had no sense or emotion. Other Elders were ruled by the power of blood magic and even sympathized with him, but Tirkanjaka, the squire of all vampires, was not impressed by anything she saw, and no scent or taste could move her heart. Only hatred for the Holy Emperor remained, and Tirkanjaka clung to him even more blindly.
However, revenge alone did not satisfy the thirst of the heart. So Tir Khan Xakhar hoped that her heart would be revived. She wanted to melt into the world, put her blurry body back in order, and become a body that could feel something.
However, what will happen in the process? I never seriously thought about what would happen to the vampires I had in my household.
Because, for over a thousand years, all vampires have been descendants and descendants of Tirkanjaka. Because she was something she could manipulate as she pleased.
Tirkanjaka was the founder from the beginning. No matter what story she came with, those who received her blood became her family. Tirkanjaka felt no emotion from that fact. She just had one more limb to use, she thought.
Rebellion and reverse were not possibilities that Tirkanjaka could think of.
“Are you serious, Dogo?”
“I’m serious.”
“… “Is that your opinion alone?”
“How can a Hinayana who has knowledge of all things exist? Even the Hinayana’s eyes cannot see through the clouded minds of others. Now that the bridle has disappeared, my clouded mind is probably swirling like their dirty water….”
Suddenly, Dogo looked around at the Elders sitting side by side. Runcken, Kabila, Erzébut. The sight of them observing the situation even when the odds are against them.
-The Elder’s Rebellion is not Dogo’s alone idea. For a brief moment, Tir Khan Xaka felt her heart sink.
It felt like her hands and feet were coming off and pointing at me. She was speechless as something that had never happened and could not have happened happened before her eyes.
She did not feel any threat to her life. She was just surprised by the unexpected situation. Her fear and embarrassment were all unfamiliar emotions to Tir Khan Xaka, who had no heart in the first place.
Embarrassment soon turned into anger. Tir Khan Xhaka glared with her menacing eyes at her doggo who dared to turn against her.
“Your true blood must have come from me. “Can you handle it?”
“I will also ask the Hinayana.”
Blood Monk Dogo.
A martial artist who was more worldly and humane than anyone else. An apostate monk who was more corrupt than anyone else and killed many people. The ascetic, whose blood had not dried on his fists, looked up at the girl and muttered.
“Can the progenitor handle the Hinayana?”
“You… !”
Reverse Heaven Trial dot comI fully understood the situation. Now it’s your turn to get angry. The founder walked down slowly and stood in front of the skinny monk.
“Even if I turn my heart back and separate the boundaries, I am your suzerain. “Do you think I won’t be able to subdue you?”
“… Enough.”
“I hope you don’t regret those words.”
Tir Khan Xhaka clenched his small fists. I clenched my fists, unable to properly hurt anyone. Tir Khan Xaka aimed his fist at Dogo, who was standing up straight, and pulled his fist back. Blood manipulation, the art of manipulating blood, moves Tirkanjaka’s body.
Knowing that Dogo, the ascetic, would not dodge the blow, Tir Khan Xhaka slammed his fist with all his might.
Dogo did not avoid. As usual.
The principality was shaken for a moment.
It was not visible. Tirkanjaka’s fist and Dogo’s body. Manwol’s castle shook, and broken rock walls rained down later. A straight passage was created in Full Moon Castle, an old castle built with blood. The wind created by the human body shook the castle.
Power has not disappeared. It just changed. But she realized what all vampires knew in her head.
Only one person. Tirkanjaka himself felt something, a very small lack.
‘… It hurts?’
Since there was no pain until now, he was able to use even his own body as a tool. I just have to play it anyway. He believed in his powerful regenerative powers and used all his strength to crush his enemies.
However, after going through a process of regaining his senses over the course of several days, Tir Khan Xaka became sensitive not only to his pleasure but also to his pain. Her tingling pain pulls at her arm as her overwhelming strength advances, crushing it. She should have been a little faster and stronger.
Despite her overwhelming majesty, Tir Khan Jaka felt something strange about her.
“… “Is this power?”
Also, she wasn’t the only one who felt her strangeness. She cannot kill a vampire with a simple blow. This is true no matter how formidable she is. For a moment, Dogo was half crushed by the immense power, but he was regenerating from the moment he collided with the first wall.
Suffering and upheaval.
A technique learned by ascetics in the distant past, now called ‘Hyeogwitubeop’.
Do not avoid pain and suffering, but endure it. The body swaying from one sky to the next is swept away by the wind and waves instead of fighting against them. Hold on to the blow without avoiding it. The ascetic’s Qigong, which had a strange purpose of not having to die even if hurt and sick, became even more powerful after becoming a vampire.
Dogo, who was pushed by force but held on, walked steadily and said.
“A child’s fistfight with no mystery or power. “Is this your enlightenment?”
“You idiot doesn’t even know the topic!”
Dominance is alive and well. However, because I felt pain and differentiated my body, it was not applied outside of my body.
Then, the method is simple.
All you have to do is touch the Dogo’s blood. Even if it’s only for a moment, if you touch his true blood, you can take away the power that turns Dogo into an Elder.
This will be the first time in my life. What Tirkanjaka devised to fight. It was a bit of a waste to kill the Elder he had been with for something like this, but the angry Tirkanjaka decided to take it.
Crack. Cut your nails. I feel pain, but I can tolerate this much. Tir Khan Jaka decided to attack Dogo, spilling his own blood, as he had done before him. If the wave of blood causes scratches on Dogo’s body, the true blood mixed there will be collected by Tirkanjaka.
Tir Khan Jaka snapped his fingers towards the approaching Dogo, causing blood to splatter. His blood wave rushed out in an instant and swept away Dogo. The hallway was filled with red light….
However, the ascetic only allows one blow.
Dogo is an elder. One who has immersed himself in power. He is also a famous martial artist who was powerful even during his lifetime. After feeling Tirkanjaka’s movement and blood flow, he moved, leaving a red mark.
Adversity.
Obliquely counters the pouring power. The shock is endured entirely with the body. Even if his bones are broken and his muscles are torn, he too is penance. He moves his body with the art of blood formation and floats through the blood waves like Bupyeongcho.
It is truly the pinnacle of martial arts. Dogo’s fist, which had overcome disaster, was about to hit Tirkanjaka’s chin, but stopped.
Tirkanjaka did not try to stop it. Because that’s not the vampire way. Instead, he attempted to snatch the dogo with his retrieved hand.
Predicament.
Paang. A huge shock wave occurred, pushing Dogo and Tirkanjaka away from each other. Not everyone can do simple application of Gungon or twisting the direction outward by combining blood energy and the opponent’s strength. Especially if the power is huge.
Dogo, who immediately fell into the distance, closed his eyes and put his hands together and concluded.
“Theravada’s business is over.”
“How dare you end things however you want!”
Tirkanjaka huffed and shouted, but Dogo did not respond. Because he doesn’t mix fists or words with women. To the Dogo, women are merely beings who give birth to children and are of no help in terms of raising children, so they are dismissed as useless. The kindness that Dogo shows to the woman is not out of kindness but out of contempt.
The progenitor who lost control is not the one who liberated Dogo. She is just a female who was blinded by his mistress and sacrificed her body and mind. Dogo retreated as if he didn’t care about Tirkanjaka.
“… This!”
When the enraged Tirkanjaka tried to gather darkness. Something creepy passed by Tirkanjaka’s arm and neck.
For a moment, Sijo’s arms and legs shook. Of course, that was only a moment, and the progenitor’s body was quickly put back together. Sijo’s body suddenly felt pain and stopped.
Taking advantage of that gap, a somewhat relaxed, playfully coquettish voice was heard.
“Pee-. Sijo, a sword enters his body? Why?”
A shadow with a smooth curve flickered in the darkness.
It was a dancer with her belly button and armpits clearly exposed. Holding a round dagger in both hands, he stands lightly barefoot in the darkness. The dancer, who had been looking at the dagger that had slightly dug into Tir Khan Jaka’s body a moment ago, licked her blade like candy.
“Muri… ?”
“Something that shouldn’t happen. Our taboo. Why does it work when I try it? “Why can’t you punish me for being rude?”
Dark Executor. Silent Assassin. A reproducer of false idols who eventually gained the darkness that only the progenitor could handle.
Ghost dancer, Muri illuminated by the sunset.
Even before her appearance was over, the sound of her muttering rang out. It was the usual sound of horse hooves… The strangely ordered beat showed an intelligence that words cannot possess.
A horseman who is half human and half horse. The beastman called Centaur slowly appeared.
In the old days, words were property, power, and weapons for humans. In a time when qigong was not that developed, a human riding a horse could demonstrate strength several times that of an ordinary human. The category of ‘strength’ includes numerous elements such as muscular strength, combat power, mobility, and transportation power. Words are a strategic resource and weapon in themselves.
And a certain royal family, who practiced the taboo of s*xual intercourse, attempted to combine the weapon with humans and succeeded. The upper body is human, the lower body is horse. The beastmen, who were born with the strength of horsemen, swept through the war by displaying their outstanding ‘strength’.
… However, like all things created by the Agartha royal family from their own bodies, it was destined to disappear naturally as it was extremely difficult to leave behind descendants.
A certain centaur who inherited great blood made an extreme choice to protect the few remaining tribes. I decided to preserve my race by surrendering myself to the vampires.
“Clan leader. Is it betrayal? Have you truly abandoned your tribe?”
Bastion of barbarism. Lord of the wilderness. The destroyer of civilization who swept through all countries and dyed them with blood before he collapsed… A descendant of ‘Khan’, who was called the king of barbarians.
Rahu Khan, the Watcher. He approached me with his spear slanted behind his back.
Waddeuk. Wow.
There was the sound of someone putting a rock in their mouth and chewing it.
Manwol’s castle is made of bricks made with blood. The vampire’s power strengthens and assists the wall. As if Manwol’s castle itself was a giant vampire, it has the ability to repair itself even if it is destroyed. As the dog flew away, the broken wall was slowly returning.
However, some parts could not be restored, as if they had been torn apart.
“I’m hungry… green onion. I feel hungry. “How much, ten thousand?”
The boy who was chewing a rock woke up muttering sadly. The splintered stone tore through his throat and went down into his stomach, but he didn’t care. It didn’t matter what it was as long as it filled my empty stomach.
“I became a vampire to eliminate hunger. Then I….”
The boy, who looked like he couldn’t even drink water, let alone a stone, sadly threw the leftover stone.
Gluttony is a human instinct. A hungry person eats and swallows anything.
Sometimes, among humans who have not encountered taboos as taboos, there are people who use the same humans as food. Eating a dead body is a serious sin, and killing and eating a living person is a taboo that goes beyond taboos.
When they hear that someone has committed cannibalism, the people around them first try to kill them. If that is not possible, soldiers will come to catch them, and if even that is not possible, a punitive force will be formed. Later, the enforcers of Seonghwangcheong come with fate on their backs.
Most of them are subjugated and killed, but the few surviving gluttons become stronger. No, did he survive because he was strong? In any case, the Devourers who win the life-threatening bet eat all of their enemies and become that much more powerful.
A glutton who survived as a wild man without knowing his parents, country, or letters. A person who carries a village in his stomach. The mouth of a deep swamp. Human predator.
Blood leech head Bakuta.
They were monsters that dominated an era even when they were alive. After becoming a vampire, he became a legend living throughout all times. Elders are those things.
The Elder, who was known to be asleep, broke his long silence and appeared. After hearing the news about Sijo.
Lir is an elder. No matter how experienced and powerful a demi-human is, they have no chance of winning against an Elder. So, those vampires were planning to keep an eye on me and Lir just in case something happened.
However, Hilde, who had infiltrated before her, managed to find me.
“Father. “I’ll report it to you.”
Hilde clearly reported her smile on her face.
“The demi-humans of Ruskinia are running around waking up the sleeping elders. “The founder abandoned them,” She instigated.