Episode 1297 Is there a place to rest on this earth? (2)
“Aaaah! “You political bastard!”
“Die!”
A lightning-like sword strike flew into the neck of the person who was running towards him with his eyes closed.
Suddenly!
A strong sword strike only left a small sound. It was a small noise that made even the process of cutting a person’s flesh and bones and separating the neck and body feel like it was nothing special.
Suddenly! Suddenly!
Eventually, the sword that cut through the heart cut the tendons of the opponent’s elbows and wrists like flowing water. Even if a person’s heart is cut, he or she can still move for a while.
Has there been one or two people who tried to move forward, confident that their heart had been cut, but died after being stabbed in the back?
I don’t think with my head.
The experience accumulated layer by layer, at the tip of the sword, at the tip of the finger, as if layering on inherent instincts, is naturally guiding the sword.
Paaaaat!
As soon as he discovered another enemy attacking him viciously, he reacted and moved before Cheongmyeong’s black head.
Kagagak!
Cheongmyeong, who was trying to cut down in one go like he had done up until now, stopped for the first time. He glanced at the sword resting on his enemy’s neck.
“K -⋯ ⋯. “Kruk⋯⋯.”
Above that, I could see the enemy’s eyes, half extinguished and soon to be completely extinguished. Fear is overflowing. It was as if he sensed that his end would soon come.
The eyes that were filled with fear soon turned into resentment. Cheongmyeong applied strength to his wrist and pulled the sword that was stuck in it.
Let’s go!
The sword was pulled out, scratching the bone. Blood spurted out like a fountain.
“Off…”
The convulsing enemy fell with his face helplessly on the ground. The eyes that I couldn’t even close couldn’t contain anything anymore. Blurry, empty eyes reflected the world in emptiness.
Cheongmyeong glanced at the fallen man and looked down at his sword.
Dark plum blossom sword.
The blade is not damaged. It’s just dulled by the oil from the enemy’s body. As we cut and cut again, finely accumulated oil was piled up layer by layer. Like the resentment built up against him.
If he had been in the past, he would have used his hands before the sword got damaged like this, but it seemed like his senses hadn’t come back to that level yet.
Paaaaat!
The internal power that was pushed into the Amhyang Plum Sword blew away the oil on the sword at once. Eventually, Cheongmyeong raised his head and looked ahead.
The forest spread out in front was ordinary, but it was no longer the forest people knew. The fresh smell of grass was covered with a thick bloody smell, and the quiet land, where only the sound of grass insects could be heard occasionally, became noisy with harsh screams.
In this terrible space, filled with flesh-biting flesh and a bloody smell, Cheongmyeong feels an inevitable sense of familiarity.
I suddenly felt disgusted by that fact.
‘How much further do we have to go?’
The heaviness that started in my hands spread to my entire body. It felt like the world was gradually becoming hazy, perhaps because my internal power was being used up. It is a feeling that is familiar, but cannot remain familiar forever.
Cheongmyeong gritted his teeth.
The Demonic Cult was close to an elite group. The strength of each one far surpassed that of the ordinary warriors of the central plains. And the power of the bishops, who were chosen among the elite, shocked the heavens and made the earth cry.
However, this battle was different from the battles against demonic religions he had experienced in the past.
Neither the cutting nor the cutting ends.
Each one is by no means strong. No, from Cheongmyeong’s point of view, it is so weak that it can be ignored. If it had not been for the situation where they were leading Haenam, and if only Cheon Woo-maeng had been able to move alone, they would have already broken through more than halfway through Gangnam.
But those insignificant guys rush at you like a swarm of mosquitoes.
It’s not like they rush in without caring for their lives like the Demonic Cult. There is no madness or will to become a martyr for one’s faith.
Even though it is trembling with fear, it takes all its fear and doesn’t know what to do, but in the end, it attacks with evil intent. Cutting off the heads of those people was a different kind of dirty work than anything I had experienced so far.
“Huh…”
Cheongmyeong let out a deep breath. And then he turned his gaze back. Those holding swords are still relentlessly rushing toward Haenam. Unlike the first time, Haenam’s disciples now seemed to understand what battle was and what it was like to risk one another’s lives and fought back without retreating.
“Aaaaaah!”
Warm blood splashed on the face of the Haenam disciple who plunged his sword into the enemy’s chest. The only thing clearly visible from his face, drenched in red, were his distorted eyes and teeth tightly pressed together.
Consent, justice, and perhaps great heart.
Are the things they wanted to gain from this land really with them? Do they know what I look like?
War is like a terrible abyss, pushing all the bright things that people have into deep darkness. To places so deep that human hands cannot reach.
After that, all that remains are emotions that go to the root, such as the most primal desire for survival and hatred.
“I’m dying!”
Other swords were stabbed one after another into the body that had already pierced the chest and had stopped breathing.
It wasn’t just because he didn’t have the energy to calmly examine the enemy’s condition. Even if the enemy’s head had been blown off, the sword would have just flown in and become lodged in the dead body.
It is an expression of hatred or fear.
The things that made humans nothing more than mere beasts are gradually sinking deeper.
The humans who were discussing the issue become beasts driven by evil and fight. The man who was willing to give his food to the poor man plunges a knife into his already dead body and cries out.
This was the battlefield known to Cheongmyeong.
“Ahh!”
“execution!”
Everyone has justice, and everyone has a position. But here, all that is meaningless. The moment the enemy’s sword pierces my body and my comrade bleeds from the enemy’s sword, reason loses its power.
“You damn bastards! “I will kill you!”
Only evil intentions remain and expand without end.
It cannot be solved without driving the sword into the opponent’s heart… No, it’s just malice that won’t go away even if you sink your sword into it.
“Aaaah!”
One of Haenam’s disciples rushed forward with a scream and thrust his beloved bottle into the opponent’s neck with all his might.
A black, blood-soaked figure protruded from the nape of the neck.
Murder is something that no one can easily get used to, nor should anyone get used to it. However, even though he committed murder with his own hands a little while ago, there was no hesitation or guilt in his eyes.
He just pushed the sword in even harder and continued to move forward and forward.
“Small cooperative!”
Yoonjong stretched out his arm and grabbed the man’s shoulder.
“Let go of this!”
When the man tried to shake off the man and move forward, Yoonjong tightened his grip on his shoulder. As the pain surged for a moment, the man looked back at Yoonjong with murderous eyes.
Even though Yoonjong took the brunt of the murderous attack, he shouted without being oppressed in the slightest.
“Calm down! “If you get excited, you’ll die!”
“Ugh…”
The man pursed his lips and looked away. The executioner was seen lying on the ground bleeding. Only then did her hands begin to shake.
“Death penalty! Are you okay?”
“Ugh…”
“Councilor! Senator, here! People die here! here!”
“calm down! “I can’t die like this!”
“Haewon (海院) died like that too! “I heard you won’t die!”
The words that came out like a seizure made those around them close their mouths.
“How can I believe it… “How can I believe that? I…”
He was sobbing, clutching the hem of the fallen executioner’s clothes and screaming hysterically again.
“Councilor! Rep.…!”
“I’m already here, so stop looking!”
Dang So-so, who came running soaked in blood, immediately inspected the situation and sprinkled blood on the open wound as if pouring hemostatic powder. It was a calm and quick movement.
“here! Grab it here. We have to stop the bleeding! “Hold on tight so that not a single drop of blood escapes!”
“yes!”
Tang Soso gritted his teeth.
‘I lost too much blood.’
There are no tears. No, it didn’t come out anymore. Because the tears I need to shed have already been shed.
She is not accustomed to death either. In the past, she had seen several deaths of patients who came to visit her. However, this was the first time that she, as her doctor, had experienced the rapid death of many of her previously healthy teeth and the inability to do anything about it.
So many deaths occurred in a short period of time that there was no time to get used to it. Of course, how many people could be at peace with the death of those who were with her, but in this situation, where not only her patients but also those around them were looking at her desperately, her burden was bound to be even greater.
It’s not her fault that she can’t prevent death from coming. The party’s office also knows that fact. But just because she understands it with her head doesn’t mean she can immediately accept it with her heart.
Dang Soso… I felt like all these deaths were only my fault.
“Press hard, damn it!”
“yes! yes! All right!”
She gritted her teeth and applied glue to the wound. Normally I would have finished sewing it, but I don’t have time to do that now. The glue specially made by our company will prevent the wound from reopening for a while.
For now, just stop the bleeding and postpone detailed treatment until later.
“That’s Okay! Move it inside!”
“yes!”
Those around him were relieved and picked up the fallen person.
‘It’s not good…’
Tang Xiaoxiao’s face suddenly darkened.
Although life was barely saved, the number of injured increased by one more person. As the number of injured people who cannot move properly increases, movement speed inevitably decreases. As the number of people who can fight decreases, the number of people who have to move the wounded increases.
The death of one person simply results in the loss of one person’s power, but the occurrence of these injuries inevitably consumes more manpower.
It’s a vicious cycle. As more people are injured, the speed of breakthrough slows down, and the more people there will be blocking the way.
Moreover, while all this was going on, the main force of the Maninbang would be getting closer step by step.
“Soso, it’s okay…”
Wow!
“W-what!”
Jo Geol, who was worried, was shocked and looked at Dang Soso. A trickle of her blood flowed from her burst lip.
What really surprised Jo Geol was that it was none other than Tang Soso who hit her in the face and burst her lip.
“Why, why are you doing that?”
“No, it’s okay.”
“What…”
“are you okay. Because I came to my senses. I guess I felt a bit dizzy for a moment. “I think about all these things.”
Jo Geol couldn’t bear to ask what ‘this thought’ was. Anyone who saw Tang Xiaoxiao’s expression would be speechless.
Besides, now wasn’t the time to be asking such things calmly.
“I have to go.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
Jo Geol nodded and gritted his teeth.
How much did you cut?
How many people did they kill?
And when will this road end?
As the battle continued without a break, I felt like my nerves, which had become extremely sharp, were gradually piercing my brain.
At that moment, Jo Geol flinched greatly. When he felt something approaching from the front, he suddenly shouted loudly.
“come! “It’s not easy!”
As soon as those words were finished, a group of people dressed in red uniforms poured out from the thick bushes like wolves rushing towards a deer.