alarmism

    "Do you remember me!"

    At Dang Jin-cheol''s words, Moyongjeoksan narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.

    "How do I know you?"

    "Do you know about the Sacheondangmun Gate?"

    "The Four Heavenly Gates?"

    Brings out old memories.

    This is a sect that was removed when he was the leader of the previous generation of Moorim.

    "Now that I see it, it''s the party''s mischief."

    " ."

    Dang Jin-cheol suppressed his anger at the insignificant voice. He said that he calms down when he gets too angry, and now is the perfect moment.

    "Is this what the survivors of the Murimgongjeok family that caused the infighting are?"

    "Do you not know that all of these are your intentions?"

    Moyongjeoksan laughed bitterly.

    Clearly, the masters of the clan who are good at cancer techniques and self-defense are good prey.

    Enough to overwrite the assassination he had committed.

    "Now and what about that?"

    "No need to talk. I will take revenge."

    Moyongjeoksan looked at him behind him and asked absurdly.

    "Are you alone?"

    At Moyongjeoksan''s words, the horse was sullen.

    "Because there are two."

    A strange possessiveness overflowed in Moyongjeoksan''s eyes as he looked at the horses he was talking about.

    what? Why do you look like you''re in heat?

    Moyongjeoksan chuckled at the reply.

    "I don''t know where I got this strange spirit, but it''s the last gift from the party, so please make good use of it."

    At Moyongjeoksan''s words, Dang Jincheol snorted.

    "Hey, you know who this is, and you dare make fun of your snout!"

    Dang Jin-cheol tapped the horse''s neck.

    "Daehyup, you can see me now."

    Whirlik.

    The horses were dispersed in smoke, and a man appeared on the spot.

    "Hey, my hair is falling out."

    Dang Jin-cheol, who was still holding his hair on his back, was contemplating whether to throw it away, and he quickly got down.

    "Mi, I''m sorry."

    Ah-oh. I burned it in a hurry, no, I would have dragged it."

    The carrot he rubbed on his back didn''t feel so good.

    Ugh! Every blood!"

    "Every blood."

    Moyongjeoksan quickly shouted at the swaying peak masters.

    "Don''t panic! He is alone!"

    Suho smiled and approached him.

    "Because there are two."

    Suho took out a sword from his inventory.

    A famous sword that is recognized as a treasure for the love of the Moorim Maengju.

    At least at the highest level, he recognized all the swords of Maengju since he was in a position that was never low in the Moorimmaeng.

    "How can you have a sword?"

    booty.

    " !"

    After a short reply, he jumped right in and swung his sword.

    Kaang, pooh!

    "Great!"

    One of the closest climaxes died.

    "There are too many words here."

    He has lived in a world where he hunts whenever he sees a gap, and eats after hunting.

    Talking to himself in order not to forget his words has become a habit, and I have even taught animals to speak in the past.

    There was no big income.

    ''Still, Kuro was smart.''

    The sword of the guardian found the enemy''s gaps and spattered blood whenever it was swung hiss.

    Chaechaechaechaeng, Kujik!

    "Big!"

    It is useless to block it a few times with a colorful sword herbivore.

    The original purpose of swordsmanship is simple.

    Dodge or block enemy attacks, stab or cut enemies.

    In order to avoid a sword moving at a speed that is difficult to chase with the eye, it is necessary to predict the path and learn the herbivores to produce a mastered movement in advance.

    ''See and avoid, see and stab.''

    However, the swordsmanship of the guardian, which was not physically in this world, was extremely simple, extremely practical, and extremely threatening.

    Shuak!

    "Ugh."

    It''s the pinnacle of excellence.

    Thirty people engaged in wheel warfare towards Suho, but they lost their lives one by one.

    " ."

    Moyongjeoksan changed its target while trying to target the gap in the blood horse.

    ''Danga guy.''

    The two seem to have a close relationship, so I''ll have to hold them hostage.

    Moyongjeoksan, which moved slowly, rushed towards Dangjincheol.

    To him, a master of Hwagyeong, Dang Jin-cheol was like a chicken that could break his neck if he wanted to. It was clearly a mistake for the blood horse to leave Dang Jin-cheol unattended.

    Dangjincheol, who waited only for today, did not take his eyes off Moyongjeoksan even for a moment, and the treasure he had cherished for 20 years still remained.

    Shush!

    3 types of anti-mine ganji.

    Three bidos flew like swallows and aimed at the vital point of Mt. Moyongjeoksan. But he swung his sword lightly and knocked them all out.

    huh! Some kind of cancer technology."

    The level of the danga was over with this.

    Cut off one or two limbs and take them hostage.

    Shuah!

    In preparation for the one who came forward in the blink of an eye, Dang Jin-cheol held the bido in both hands like a dagger.

    "Suck!"

    The sword wielded by the master apprentice of Hwa-kyung cleaved Dang Jin-cheol''s right shoulder like a comb.

    Tuuk.

    The arm held in his left hand was swung as if he didn''t care about the arm that had fallen without a chance to escape, but it only lightly brushed against the back of Mt. Moyongjeoksan.

    Tub!

    Moyongjeoksan grabbed Dang Jincheol''s left arm and bent it backwards violently.

    Woodduck.

    "Big!"

    His arm was bent at an odd angle, broken and dislocated.

    Papa Pat!

    He stopped the hemorrhage by pointing a few points on his right shoulder, and then he put the blood on his right shoulder to make it immobile.

    Dang Jin-cheol, who stiffened stiffly, laughed.

    "Kukkuk."

    " ?"

    Is this guy crazy?

    Is it not possible to grasp the current situation in which life is at stake?

    "Are you sincere?"

    "Kuq, now that revenge is over, there is no time to die anymore."

    " ?"

    Moyongjeoksan tilted his head.

    Isn''t that a grandiose word for a guy who couldn''t even resist?

    Even mental victory is a disease.

    "You think it''s too grandiose to throw away just one piece of clothing."

    Is this guy''s revenge ending by cutting off the collar of an apprentice who is a master of the Hwagyeong?

    "No, I saw your blood."

    " ?"

    The front of the chest was cut off and there was a lot of scratching.

    But it is a very small wound worse than a scratch on a tree. A wound that is small enough to stop bleeding immediately without the need for hemostasis.

    "Suck!"

    Moyongjeoksan widened her eyes and hardened.

    "Yes, you boy!"

    "Kukkkuk. I am the intangible scourge of the Tang family that Moorim feared."

    Now it cannot be made or obtained.

    Because Dang Jin-cheol was a disciple who succeeded in cancer technology, not a soloist.

    The Sichuan Dangmun''s self-defense was put into action.

    "It was meant to be dating from the beginning!"

    "Ah, now you know?"

    At first, he was determined to give up an arm.

    The purpose was to poison him.

    "Wow!"

    Moyongjeoksan spewed out a handful of blood.

    I tried to suppress it with jin, but there was no way to avoid poisoning. Hurry up, you''ll have to do some fortune-telling and get rid of the poison.

    "I will kill you as you wish!"

    In fact, poison is a great threat even to the master of Hwagyeong, who can be called the strongest of Moorim.

    Therefore, the Sacheondangmun was a sect that should have disappeared in the first place, whether there was any sin or not.

    "Kuuk, even if I die, there is no time left."

    Dang Jin-cheol really thought so as he watched the approach of the flying apprentice.

    grasp!

    But not everyone thought so.

    The sword that was trying to hit Dang Jin-cheol''s neck, who was unable to move because the blood was suppressed, was blocked by the tree trunk that had grown in the blink of an eye.

    There is only one source of wood harder than iron.

    "Whoever likes."

    As Suho created harmony, the surrounding weeds grew and completely captured the new type of Moyongjeoksan.

    "Oh oh oh oh!"

    "It''s noisy."

    It grew to green leaves and covered the entire body of Moyongjeoksan. Its appearance, like a pupa, was no different from prey caught in a spider''s web.

    "Hey, that''s great."

    "Hey, isn''t it a loss-making business if it''s a two-pack concept?"

    What a first-class expert has conceived of Hwa-kyung''s absolute master and Yangpae.

    But Suho shook his head.

    "No. It''s not a scam, and we should teach our nephew Mugong."

    "I guess so too."

    Dang Jin-cheol pointed to his right arm, which had fallen to the floor.

    "Come on, I want you to put that arm on me."

    In the first place, all of this is a calculated action.

    Huh? I want my arms to stick I never did."

    Suho raised Dang Jin-cheol''s arm, and his palm had turned blue.

    Ugh! Boo, don''t stick it."

    Why?

    "The poison has already spread."

    "Then what about this?"

    Suho tried to gather the energy of the forest and let it stay in his arms, but the dead skin did not come back.

    Papa Pat.

    Reluctantly, he left his right arm alone and drew energy to Dang Jin-cheol''s right shoulder to stop bleeding and heal the wound.

    "The one-armed suit suits him well."

    "You call that a horse?"

    "It''s comforting."

    "No, consolation . After that, it''s done."

    If it wasn''t for Suho, I wouldn''t have been able to live.

    Dang Jin-cheol knelt down and bowed his head.

    "A promise is a promise. Daehyup has released my Eun Won, so I will serve Eun Gong as a formation for the rest of my life."

    "Isn''t he dead yet?"

    Suho showed the face of Moyongjeoksan wrapped in a pupa. It was evident that he was quietly closing his eyes, trying to expel the poison.

    "Hey, can I finish this?"

    okay.

    After all, Suho can''t even get experience here. Rather, it would be better for Dang Jin-cheol to finish and resolve the resentment.

    Whoops, whoops!

    Bido, loaded with swords, aimed at the vital point, and Moyongjeoksan, who was imprisoned and vomited blood, died.

    "There is a way for your arm to get better."

    He killed the master of Hwagyeong.

    It must have been a formidable achievement.

    how?

    "Blessings of history."

    The reason why the Jungwon people and the Mamon people fight with their flags is to get their name in history.

    As long as there are achievements, any wounds before death can heal at any time, which was also the reason why I was able to replenish my courage without taking care of my body.

    "But you''re a midwife, aren''t you?"

    "Huh."

    Dang Jin-cheol smiled and mammed out.

    "How many people have I killed so far? I am a magician from the very beginning."

    Mine is like Mamon.

    A special species whose achievements are recognized only by killing the Jungwonin, not by hunting the Mamon tribe.

    "Don''t worry. The martial arts of the Mamon tribe and the martial arts of the midfield are also well-versed warriors."

    "This is a goal-scoring guy."

    Suho took in the worried Ma-in as his subordinate and his nephew''s martial arts teacher.

    "Let''s go to the nearest town."

    okay. Let''s get some things to bring."

    Suho searched the arms of the dead top masters in his 30s and took care of his military service wisely. Noble swords and equipment that have been judged as items are also generous.

    Go. There is a village over there."

    The two villages headed to the nearest village, Moyongse.

    *Namgungse is a small hillside nearby.

    The entire area was filled with cherry trees, so it looked like a snowy mountain.

    There was a small lake next to the cherry tree forest, and there was a pavilion where you could enjoy the scenery.

    "Hey, the scenery here is really nice."

    "I''ve only seen it from afar, but it''s definitely nice to see it coming this way."

    Jang Soon-pil politely raised the town.

    Over the lake, not far away, you can see the ruined Namgung Sega.

    A prison where Jang Soon-pil struck his sword like a slave for 8 years.

    "Let''s have a drink before we leave."

    After coming to the planet Gucheon, I couldn''t get achievement points, so I used the shop to a minimum, but I didn''t spare any effort on a day like today.

    If you return to Earth, you will get a lot of achievement points by hunting monsters again.

    As soon as they bought a lot of alcohol and snacks, a table was set up.

    After giving a cup to Jang Soon-pil and a cup to Dang Jin-cheol, King Goryeo, a teacher of martial arts, there were still two glasses left.

    "You take it too."

    "Yeah."

    Wang Il, who was still wearing a flag, was given a glass, and Suho then filled his nephew''s glass with alcohol.

    "I can''t drink yet."

    "You can eat whatever Grandpa gives you."

    Jang Soon-pil helped the master''s words.

    "Haha, Master. Originally, it was said that alcohol was learned from an adult. It''s not a big deal here on the planet Gucheon, so let''s learn it right now.

    Even blue-eyed guys are a strong drinker.

    Geon-woo pretended not to win and took a drink.

    "Come on, let''s all toast and go home."

    Glasses collided and the five emptied them.

    "Whoa, whoops!"

    Wang-il was coughing because of the strong alcohol, but, surprisingly, Geon-woo was fine.

    "Look at this guy. This is showing signs of a week."

    Suho gave his nephew another drink and he enjoyed the feast.

    "Come on, let''s go back."

    Before I summoned the drake and got on the carriage, I sent a letter to the guild headquarters saying that I would be returning soon.

    If you fly slowly to the bridge portal that leads to Japan, you will arrive in eight hours.

    The return of the guardian was approaching.

    *"Mr. Sojin."

    "Yes, Vice President."

    "Did you contact Tokyo?"

    of course. We left them all empty five hours before and after the estimated time."

    The bridge portal in Tokyo, Japan is connected to the Mamon camp.

    Naturally, the ones that pop out are the militant Mamon tribes, so the manual was to hunt with concentrated fire once anything appeared.

    For that reason, the Guardian Guild paid the portal fee and requested to stop shooting for 10 hours.

    "But, Vice President. It''s a bad mood these days, but it''s not like they''re buying and selling, right?

    "It''s a government promise, but how can it be?"

    "Well, right?"

    It was not a negotiation with the private sector, but a deal with the Japanese government.

    "Check the exterior design first. When the boss returns, we have to develop it in earnest."

    "Yes, Vice President."

    The guardian guild was also busy preparing to welcome the guild master who returned after a long outing.