Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Chap 1042

The appearance of those who ran through the land covered with corpses was very ominous. If an ordinary warrior had seen a group of people wrapped in black robes while exuding gloomy dark energy running towards them, they would have been extremely frightened.

 

However, the people here are not mere ordinary warriors.

The disciples of Mount Hua, Ten Thousand People Room’s Red Hound, and the elite of Black Ghost. Regarding the battle experience, they could be proud that their was second to none in the world.

 

Skilled in combat and murder, accustomed to sharp knives flying at their own throats. They are like well-trained swordsmen who never lose their confidence no matter what kind of enemy they face.

 

So, they definitely should not be shaken by this scene... … .

 

Yet a strange thing happened.

 

The reaction seen by everyone who was so accustomed to battle was clearly 'scared'.

 

The elites of Black Ghosts, who used to color the night of Gangnam with fear, stepped back without even realizing it.

 

Even Red Hound’s members, who would not hesitate to jump into the pit of hell if it was Jang Il-so's order, were now shuddering.

 

Their faces were marked with unmistakable nervousness and subtle fear.

 

The Evil Supreme Alliance who held half of the world in their hands, and among them, only the elites of elite were present here. But such people were shrinking against an enemy that was only one hundred?

That sounded ridiculously nonsense. But now, that nonsense was happening right here.

 

"Uh… … .”

A low moan escaped someone's lips.

Those who will not let out a single moan even at the moment when a sword is stabbed in their throat, were now unable to stop their moans just by seeing someone approaching them. Regardless of the level of training, it was like a scream of the soul that couldn't be helped.

 

Even the disciples of Mount Hua, who had dealt with the Demonic Cult before, were gripping their swords with hard faces.

 

Baek Cheon unknowingly bit his lip.

“Sasuk… … .”

 

“… yes."

Baek Cheon replied without listening to the rest. He knew what they were trying to say even without hearing it.

 

“…it’s too different."

 

It felt like his whole body was sinking into a thick swamp. The momentum they exuded, the atmosphere surrounding them, and their very existence seemed to gradually squeeze their breath.

 

It was clearly different from before.

 

In that cold land of the North Sea, the Demonic Cult also terrified Baek Cheon. But the feeling he felt at that time was never like this. Did Baek Cheon even become much stronger than then?

 

The feeling they gave... … were not of a human.

Would one feel this way if he saw the sight of the gates of hell opening and demons jumping out of it all at once?

 

It was not about whether theỉr momentum or power was strong. Just their very existence already made the living shrink.

 

'This is the true Demonic Cult.'

 

Baek Cheon thought while biting his lip.

 

Why did Chung Myung say that the Bishop in the North Sea was just a brat, and why did he criticize the cruel Demonic Cultists who followed the Bishop of the North Sea for being short-sighted?

 

His body was telling him. Those in front him right now were so dangerous that they were incomparable to the Cultists he knew.

 

Kwadeuk! Kwadduk!

 

Every time the running demons stepped on the corpses scattered on the floor, a terrible sound rang out. Mount Hua's disciples trembled. The multitude of meanings in the ghastly noise made their eyes red.

 

The Cultists, who had been running wildly across the dark red land, soon began to release streams of dark energy.

The moment everyone, including the disciples of Mount Hua, clenched their teeth, the speed of the demonic cultists who were running suddenly began to noticeably decrease.

 

A question flashed in everyone's eyes. Why did those who were running with the momentum to attack at any moment stop there?

 

Most felt suspicious at the sight.

 

But few here saw something quite different in the sight.

 

Jang Il-so looked at the Demonic Cultists with interest, the sound of the rings rubbing against each other echoed.

 

The people he was leading now were Red Hounds. It is his work made by thoroughly training those who were selected in the Ten Thousand People Room. But now even the Red Hound can't move in perfect order.

 

'Bizarre.'

 

To Jang Il-so, it was a sight that was beyond common sense.

 

Can you imagine the great tigers, eyes widened by hunger, lined up and waiting for their prey?

 

Those who have been consumed by murderous intent can not be controlled. Since it is a realm outside of reasoning.

 

But, ironically, they obey the control to the extent of perfection while exuding terrible murderous intent and hatred. It's hard to understand how such a thing is possible.

 

'It's madness... … .'

 

Everything contained in that word seems to be melted into them.

The number of Demonic Cultists, dressed in black uniforms and covered with black masks right below their eyes, was only one hundred. However, the number of hundred never felt small.

 

That moment.

 

𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝. 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝.

 

Among the Demonic Cultists who seemed indistinguishable, one person slowly walked out.

 

𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝. 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝.

 

The one who came to the center slowly scanned Mount Hua and Evil Supreme Alliance from left to right and slowly pulled down the mask that covered his face.

 

“Dirty infidels… … .”

 

In his eyes, as if he were looking at something dirty, there was a deep hatred and contempt. Those suppressed by those eerie eyes bit their lips.

 

“The Heavenly Demon did not give unbelievers like you the right to live.”

 

The man's voice rang out loudly.

 

“But, He the holiness is also the most merciful. Even to fools and fools, his mercy is fair.”

The voice was reverent, as if it were conveying a holy mantra.

“Those who realize their sins even now and are ready to give their all to the Heavenly Demon, come forward. He will forgive your sins.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

Of course, Jang Il-so was the first to respond. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he was very displeased.

“Forgive our sins?”

 

“… … .”

 

"Who? With what qualifications?”

 

Kararak.

Jang Il-so's rings emitted a harsh metallic sound.

 

“Who dares to forgive my sins? You guys? Or… … .”

 

A seductive smile appeared on Jang Il-so's red lips as he paused for a moment.

“Is that the Heavenly Demon you believe in, the one that died a hundred years ago?”

 

"You… you insolence!"

The eyes of the Cultist, who had been talking calmly a moment ago, were suddenly filled with an unbelievable amount of killing intent.

“A guy who wouldn’t be happy with his mouth ripped open and his flesh cut open and fed to dogs! How dare you speak of He the holiness with that filthy snout of yours!”

 

However, Jang Il-so remained calm even in the face of such an incredible killing intent.

"Ah. Of course, my mouth isn't that clean. I know that, too.”

He calmly waved his hand, and then let out a blatant sneer.

 

“But at least I am alive. Ain’t that right? A dirty survivor is better than a b*stard who have died long ago. The Heavenly Demon you serve will probably envy me in hell, right?”

 

“YOUUU!”

The Cultist could not control his anger and trembled.

"Dare… … .”

 

He covered his face again with the mask he had pulled down. As if even breathing the same air with the people here is disgusting.

“You filthy infidels, how dare you insult his holiness without even knowing my subject matter and putting your face in front of the doctrine?”

 

The Cultist's eyes had now glistened with madness.

Even Red Hound, who had met many madmen and wicked people, felt terrified in front of those eyes. It was because of the bizarre and heterogeneous madness that was not of a human.

 

“… … I will kill you!”

The Demonic Cultist shouted with a blood clot around his neck.

“I will kill you! I will kill all of you! Erase the traces of filthy unbelievers from the world. I will tear your flesh, grind your bones, pluck their sinews, and shed their blood into a river!”

 

It was more like a curse than a resolution, and more like a prayer than a curse.

 

After the Cultist’s speech ended, the army of the Demonic Cult lined up behind him raised their spirits.

 

“I will peel it off without leaving a single piece of flesh and make it food for the beasts! How wrathful the religion is towards those filthy unbelievers who dared to insult the Heavenly Demon... … .”

But soon, a cold voice cut off the prayer.

 

“Geez, you talk really dirty.”

The Cultist suddenly shut his mouth. Then he slowly turned his head to where the voice came out. His killing intent gradually weighed down the entire atmosphere.

 

Chung Myung didn't care at all, turned his neck from side to side and spoke again.

“I don’t want to agree with that bastard, but… … .”

 

Chung Myung looked back at Jang Il-so and smiled.

“He's not wrong. Better be a madman with makeup than a bastard with his head cut off, right?”

 

"You… … .”

 

"Therefore."

 

Srrr.

Chung Myung slowly drew his sword. The sharp tip of the sword was pointed at the Cultists.

“Stop talking and just attack. I don't know since when the Demonic Cult’s bastards started fighting with their snouts."

The Cultist silently glared at Chung Myung.

 

A short silence.

 

He was just keeping his mouth shut, but his appearance was rather more terrifying than when he cursed in madness.

The Cultist, who forcibly controlled his boiling anger, finally spoke. A bleak voice spread.

 

"You… …  all of you will die painfully.”

 

“Ah, that… … .”

 

Chung Myung smiled mischievously.

“That’s something I hear quite often.”

 

“… … .”

 

“By the way, how long do I have to wait?”

 

Boom!

As soon as Chung Myung’s words were finished, the Cultist stomped on the ground. The hard ground was crushed and dug like mud.

 

“… … You disgusting unbelievers!”

A huge voice erupted from his mouth.

“Don’t leave even one alive! Kill them all!”

 

“The Second Coming of the Heavenly Demon! All demons shall submit to thy feet!”

 

The tremendous shouts of the Demonic Cultists resounded. The demonic cultists, who were barely controlled by the leash of faith, had tore off the leash that bound them and charged forward

As if the orderliness they showed earlier was a lie, they rushed forward with terrifying momentum.

 

"Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

 

A roar resounded like that of a beast.

 

Even though they were running at a distance that wasn't too long, the Demonic Cultists who couldn't overcome their anger were eager to grab and pull the one running in front of them and rush at them even a little faster. He roared as if he were about to bite his comrade's neck.

 

“Sasuk!”

 

“Yes, they are coming!”

Baek Cheon gritted his teeth as he stared at the scene that seemed like he would go crazy. And he took a step forward.

“Come behind me! Never separate from each other!”

 

"Yes!"

Baek Cheon finally uttered a word that was boiling from the inside of his stomach.

 

“Show these beasts that the demonic cult’s mortal enemy is Mount Hua!”

A loud shout erupted from the mouths of Mount Hua disciples.

 

It was the moment when a blood-stained fierce battle, which would later be referred to as the Hangzhou Demonic War, opened its curtains.