10. Saint. And the Heavenly Demon (Side Story) (3)
Side Story 3. Battle of Jeongma
“It’s a non-geom test…”
When she heard the offer, she thought it was a good thing for the woman who was once a Murim lord.
In fact, from the beginning, she was not at all appalled by the sight of Siwoo from other worlds using martial arts other than those from the right faction.
It is not a matter of pride in the Murim Alliance or pride as a Murim leader. Aren’t the people of her political faction the ones who conspired to imprison her and commit her tyranny by plotting a more baser conspiracy than the black thieves of the Sapa? The time for such pointless stubbornness has long since passed.
However, there is one reason why she still looks down on martial arts outside of her political faction.
This was because her level was so high that she could see through the reality of her terrible martial arts skills more deeply than anyone else.
She doesn’t hate it this much if it’s just the methods of hiding people or catching black swordsmen. Even though it is unpleasant for her to mess around with martial arts or try to use shortcuts, she does not completely deviate from the flow of righteousness.
But only one martial arts. The situation is different when it comes to martial arts that go against the natural order of the world.
“Say you accept. “I will defeat the leader of evil and exalt the value of righteousness.”
In front of the former leader, who appears to be nothing more than a mysterious woman due to her relapse into old age. Siwoo bowed and bowed her head deeply.
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“Non-geom?”
A girl blinked her eyes and tilted her head. An innocent gesture that made her look like a child who didn’t quite understand what she meant.
But Siwoo, standing behind him, knew.
She is the great leader of the Heavenly Demon Church. She is the one who started from the Tianshan Mountains in Xinjiang and conquered the entire central plain to reach her absolute supremacy.
“He’s a Murim lord from another world. How is it?”
Siwoo’s unhesitating praise that matches the free discipline of the Heavenly Demon Church.
The girl closed her eyes tightly again and then opened her eyes, stained with blood. Those eyes seemed to contain the bloodshed of the royal family and the pulse of life, and it was a magical eye that could make anyone of a low level go crazy just by looking at her.
As Siwoo endured the girl’s unconventional aura spreading out, he realized once again why the spirit of the Heavenly Demon God Church was free.
Even though he is their religious leader. There is one reason why they can exchange informal language even though the religious leader has become the best person in the world. Even without focusing on such examples and formalities, they were overwhelmed and submissive at every moment by beings who could not be believed to be human at all.
That was the quality of the religious leader.
Therefore, the Heavenly Demon of that time was the strongest Heavenly Demon in the history of Protestantism.
“Well, okay. “It might be a good idea to at least see what other worlds are like.”
The back of a girl who doesn’t even know how long she has lived. Siwoo lightly nodded her head.
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-Jong Nam Si-woo: Wow, I’m really looking forward to the paper.
-Jongnam Siwoo: The day comes when I see this with my own eyes.
-Yeongyaksiwoo: So. Seonhyup Siwoo, he was good at mediation.
-Young Yak Si-woo: Is it because I have time to lead the country?
-Jongnam Siwoo: I don’t know. But both of them said that they would listen to the discussion.It’s surprising
-Young Yak Si-woo: Honestly, they must have been curious too hahahaha How can the martial arts people endure the war between demons?
-Akashiu: ㄹㅇ I feel tired just thinking about it.
-Jongnam Siwoo: ? What are you
-Young Yak Si-woo: What are you doing if you’re not a martial artist?
-Akashiu: No, we can take a look.
-Jong Nam Si-woo: Buntang, who did not learn martial arts;;
-Yeongyaksiwoo: Don’t make a fuss later.
-Seonhyeop Siwoo: Now, it’s time, so focus now.
-Seonhyeop Siwoo: It starts now.
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The non-examination was conducted through a pseudo-live broadcast, which was previously used by Zombie Siwoo, by transmitting the view directly to the chat room.
In the live broadcasts that the two Siwoos were uploading, there were two people who were the subjects of discussion. Maengju, whose face is covered with a veil, and the Cheonma standing with their backs to Siwoo. The two Si-Woos who participated in the discussion had to continue broadcasting while watching each other’s broadcasts and transcribing the words of Maengju and Cheonma.
There is a delay because one more step has to be taken. However, both masters did not care. Nongeom is essentially the same thing as baduk. It’s not suitable for fighting, but I couldn’t hope for the same speed as real combat.
The biggest problem was who would make the first move, but that problem was easily solved. It was just solved by playing rock, paper, scissors among Siwoo and others.
The victorious side, the Murim Lord, calmly opened his mouth.
“First, I need to know who you are. ‘Make the first move with the sword that draws the undisturbed sky.'”
When Heavenly Demon Siwoo heard those words, he conveyed his words with an ambiguous expression. It’s not about where to cut or where to attack, what kind of fight is there with such pedantic words?
But when I thought about it, it was strange to fight with such specific words. As if it were a verbal game, they would end up in a pitiful fight, saying they avoided each other and blocked each other.
Fortunately, the leader seemed to understand very well.
“Was it Namgung’s child? That’s foolish. Even if Namgung’s sword is well-known in the political sect, you know that it is poor compared to the Cheonma. ‘I’ll hit you with the palm of your hand that can crush the sky.'”
The leader who heard about him clicked his tongue. Already she was seeing visions of her counterpart in her head.
A vivid belligerence that seems as if it is about to strike at any moment. And the madness that befits a member of the Demonic Cult. They were all the types she didn’t want to deal with.
“You are indeed someone who walks the path of Sima Ma. You have to risk your life to conduct a trivial search… ‘Don’t let go with a step that embodies the vastness of the sky and approach with the sword of a king.'”
Meanwhile, Cheonma was also drawing the image of the Murim lord.
It’s boring to the point of being boring. Honesty oozing out of every move. A human being who is literally the embodiment of righteousness.
Dealing with a person like this wasn’t very pleasant for the Heavenly Demon either.
“Oh, this is really boring. If I were to present myself as an emperor, I would say, ‘I will face you with the steps of ruling the believers (天魔君臨步) and knock on the sky with my fist (天魔神拳).'”
The Murim Lord clearly captured the outline of his opponent in just two moves.
A person with a girlish appearance who is probably of small stature. In terms of sheer length of her body, she would have the upper hand, but for a warrior of her level, such a difference is meaningless.
Perhaps that’s why the other person also has that kind of appearance. ＜Br＞
“Isn’t it such a nasty hobby for an old monster to have a body like that? I guess I’m getting senile. ‘Suppress hardness with the softness of the sword containing the wind of the sky, and strike with the sword containing the thunderbolt.'”
At those words, a tendon suddenly appeared on the Heavenly Demon’s forehead.
To her, her body is nothing but a skin. This appearance is simply a result of the spirit of the Heavenly Demon Church…
The Heavenly Demon rushed towards the leader whose resolution was gradually increasing.
“The speed of lightning is fast. But that’s it. ‘I will fight back with a fist that destroys everything.'”
First crash. The two, feeling each other’s strength, exhaled at the same time.
Although they have only competed for three seconds, the leader and the Heavenly Demon have already fully grasped each other’s skills.
And a common thought.
‘… ‘He truly is a level of expert that cannot be met except in another world.’
In the world of Seonhyeopsiwoo, Cheonhaengshinseon (天行神仙). The pinnacle of excellence in Jongnam Siwoo’s world. In the world of Yeongyaksiwoo, death by heart. In the world of Hwasan Siwoo, they are called Banseonjigyeong (半仙之境).
In the world of magic, the 8th circle surpasses even Archmages. In the world of Aurors, Ultima can beat even Auror Masters with one finger. The Spirit King who oversees all spirits in the spirit world.
Those who had stepped onto the same level as them clashed at this moment.
“… How long are you going to fight with only your hands? ‘Use a sword like a swallow in the sky.'”
“Nope? It’s too greedy to suddenly throw away the weeds. ‘I will make a swallow with the devil’s thunder.'”
“It’s ridiculous. Lightning is Namgung’s specialty. ‘I will return your magic with the divine power of the emperor and thunderbolt.'”
“What do you think of the Heavenly Demon’s dominance? ‘How about lightly offsetting it with blood-stained hands?'”
“As expected from a demonic cult, their methods are extremely vicious. ‘I will turn at a speed that the eye cannot follow and take out the king’s sword again.'”
“I always feel this way, you guys are so boring. ‘With hands as white as jasper, he strikes the sword and pierces the middle.'”
“So you have no way to walk other than the path of defeat? ‘I will achieve unity in attack and defense with the sword that represents the loneliness of the monarch.'”
“What else does the Heavenly Demon need? ‘I will color your sky with the sky of blood.'”
At some point, they no longer needed Siwoo’s message.
Even though they obviously couldn’t hear each other, they perfectly read and understood the other person’s actions in the image, and were making the next move as soon as each other finished speaking.
A perfect harmony, like a pair of dancers dancing a sword dance. Battles and defenses that constantly change even in a single conflict, and Muhak, which contains thousands of years of history and intersects countless times. Siwoo, who was watching him, even felt the artistry and admired it.
Meanwhile, Siwoo, who had learned martial arts deeply, felt much more than that.
I can’t understand words properly. It was a confrontation in which they could not even dare to hold onto the hem of their clothes. However, I was able to recall how subversive and destructive the two warriors were fighting.
A battle in which a large city is destroyed in a single collision, a great evil formed over tens of millions of years collapses, the earth is torn apart, an earthquake and tsunami is unleashed on the other side of the Earth, and everything in the world is reduced to ruins.
It cannot be expressed even with the word war. An unimaginable disaster caused by just two people.They felt like they were suffocating.
“Is it possible for my sky to suffer that much? ‘The sky is empty and infinitely empty and blue, and that is the path of the king that Namgung sees.'”
“You’re too shabby to be a king? ‘Overcoming the bloodshed of the human world and destroying the absurd heaven, that is the path of a religious leader who carries the karma of evil spirits (阿修羅滅天掌).'”
At the moment when heaven and humans collided, Cheonma Siu and Meng Wensiu clutched their chests.
They, who were in the most vivid scene of all scenes, saw the entire atmosphere being torn apart at this moment. I saw everything on the planet destroyed and the magma boiling up, returning to the primordial Earth.
What was even more shocking was that all of this was neither directly intended nor the result of a direct hit by sophisticated technology, but was merely an aftereffect of the excesses of the metaphysical collision turning into low-level physical force.
The two drones, now floating in outer space with nowhere to stand, seemed to have no intention of getting tired at all.
However, the two Si-Woos who represented them were already exhausted, and the Cheonma, who had always had his back to Si-Woo, turned around.
Eyes that seemed to be filled with blood squeezed from ten million people pierced the chat room and beyond. Siwoo of the Heavenly Demon desperately used the Heavenly Demon’s magic to avoid fainting, and Siwoo of the other world also felt chills and dizzy. It was an alarm bell ringing in the soul, an instinct inherent in living things.
“I feel like I want to enjoy the seven days and nights… “Since our cute Socheonma is having such a hard time, I won’t take it long.”
At this moment, the girl, wearing a mythical demon that surpassed even the rural Siu, who overlaid eight taboos, grabbed the chin of the Heavenly Demon Siu, who was kneeling on her knees. And then his gaze met Cheon Ma Siu’s eyes. A fear that was different from Cthulhu, but comparable to it, gripped Siu’s entire body.
Is this really a human being?
The reason Si-woo didn’t go crazy even though the warrior, who would not be surprised if he was worshiped as a god, clearly revealed his status was not because Si-woo was good-looking.
It’s just that the girl did not allow Si-woo’s madness and his blessing.
“Remember? The source of Heavenly Demon’s magic. “The starting point of all reverses.”
“… Yes.”
“Okay. Use it as a lighthouse and move forward. “Because you will be able to surpass me someday.”
The girl took out a sword from her heart.
That sword contained the girl’s life.
A thousand years of joy. A thousand years of anger. A thousand years of sorrow. A thousand years of fun.
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Along with that, Simgeom locked himself in Siwoo’s chat room.
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“Cheonma must be preparing for her last herbal meal by now.”
Meng Ju looked down at Meng Wenxiu, who had a death-like expression on his face.
Originally, it was a teaching that was meant to be postponed for a long time, but now that it was done, there would be no difficulties.
“Siwoo. Do you know why the martial arts of the Righteous Sect build up strength more slowly than those of the Demonic Cult?”
Siwoo knew that it was because he was building his skills honestly and not using wrong methods.
However, I had too much strength to say it as it was, so I barely managed to utter one word like a sigh.
“… Yes.”
“Okay. That’s not wrong, but it’s not entirely correct. If that’s really all there is to it, isn’t there a reason not to use even a wrong method?”
If you think about it, it was like that. No matter how old-fashioned the political factions are, there are youth and innovation among them. If it was just an old and inefficient way of thinking, there was no reason to insist on it.
Nevertheless, the reason I persisted was because there was something more important than efficiency.
“Isn’t it strange? Why is the unit of inner strength time? Even if it is the same deep energy, each person builds it at a different rate, and are you using a unit that can never be standardized?”
Meng Ju took out the sword from his heart.
That sword contained her life.
A thousand springs. A thousand summers. A thousand autumns. A thousand winters.
That is the purpose of political factions. It is the ideal pursued by all political factions.
The supreme authority held only by those who have lived an upright life in the world with the right path and heart.
The most absolute and relative truth evidenced by life.
Time.
Right faction
Ultimate
Millennium Seasons
Along with that, Simgeom locked himself in Siwoo’s chat room.
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[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Class 8 psychic disaster occurs. Code-heart attack]
[Destruction of system firewall]
[System error]
[Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error Error]
[Operation of system restoration procedure… Failure.]
[Repairing the destroyed soul…]
[Converging possibilities… Some success.]
[System reboot in progress… Success.]
[Saves the data of the heart sword in the soul of the system owner.]
Side Story 3. Battle of Jeongma-end