Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Chapter 384

Episode 384 Gathering Giants (4)

Heo Yang and his party stopped outside the ten-jang street of the Shingyo Army.

‘this…!’

Ugh.

The shaman’s long cloud energy naturally bloomed.

‘That’s huge!’

When I first heard the rumor, I thought he was a very capable person. It was said that he had achieved a level more powerful than that of the elders of the old school, but I thought it was impossible for a young man who had not yet reached the age of two to reach such a level.

But now.

It is difficult to describe in words his surprise when he saw Yeom Lama, the leader of the Demonic Cult, with his own eyes.

Grumble!

It felt like I was standing alone in the middle of hell.

The great sword in his hand gave the impression that it was soaked in blood, even though it was shining brightly. The two thick, long legs that were holding the tiger’s back tightly looked as strong as an iron tower.

Although he certainly looked young, it was not an impression that could be called late-stage Jisoo at all. A mad monster with the face of a young man was there. It was difficult to lift a finger as I looked down at the world with vague eyes that seemed to contain lightning or sparks.

‘The rumor was not exaggerated. No, the power far exceeds the rumors…!’

Even though I was seeing the Demonic Cult’s forces for the first time in my life, I couldn’t see anyone except Seo-ryang. It was such a shocking force.

Heo Yang, who was looking at Seo-ryang blankly, heard an eerie sound in his ears.

Growling.

Surprised, Heo Yang looked at King Hu.

‘You’re a monster.’

Just looking at its size, it is not an ordinary tiger. The two eyes containing the red flames of hell revealed an explosive malevolent voice, and surprisingly, the intimidation it gave off was no less than its own.

I don’t know if it was a spirit creature or a monster, but it didn’t have the power that a mere beast could give off. If the person on top of him had not been Seo-ryang, he would have drawn his sword for the sake of the people of the world.

That wasn’t all.

Heo Yang, who turned his gaze from Seoliang to King Ho, was only then able to see the entire Shingyo army.

Clutter.

Strength naturally entered my fist.

If Seoryang and King Ho, who were at the forefront, exuded raw energy as if they had just come from hell, the might of the Shingyo army that lined up behind them was like a well-trained new soldier.

A thoroughly trained army. A bloody prayer that seems to lead to blind slaughter at the risk of death the moment the order is given.

Heo Yang sighed unconsciously.

‘I am a shaman, but the world is very complacent.’

Even though they were only part of the Demonic Cult’s forces, their combat power was felt beyond imagination. It was clear that if the entire Heavenly Demon Church rose up, the world would be stained with blood.

I had heard about how fierce and strong the Demonic Cult was. However, because they had not been active abroad for decades, they had only a vague idea of their power.

Finally, Heo Yang realized.

If Maqiao is truly planning to wipe out the midfield, now would be the biggest crisis. Even I, who put safety first, was shocked by the power of the Demonic Cult, so how can others be shocked?

A gap in psychology. The fear that has been diluted before you know it creates a huge hole in your heart.

‘Perhaps this is not what the Demonic Cult really wanted…’

At that time, Seo-ryang asked.

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence.”

Heo Yang, out of his thoughts, turned his gaze to Seo Ryang.

Heo Yang felt the urge to turn his head away as he looked at the young demon king’s eyes filled with blue lightning.

“By any chance, shaman monks appeared near the place we were planning to move? “It can never be a coincidence.”

“….”

“Say. “Why were you waiting for us here?”

It’s as if he’s telling you not to even think about telling a lie.

A terrifying prayer, born from an uncomfortable feeling, pressed down on Heo Yang.

Is that why? Heo Yang did not feel any discomfort in Seo-ryang’s sharp tone.

On a small scale, he was an older adult, and on a larger scale, it was clear that he was Kang Ho’s senior, but his tone of voice was very arrogant. However, Heo Yang thought that Seo-ryang’s speaking style suited him well.

Of course, that was just his opinion.

“Don’t you think the tone is excessive?”

Xu Liang turned his head.

The middle-aged Taoist monk with a dissatisfied face was Heo Gang, the youngest of Heoja Bae.

“No matter how small the leader of the Demonic Cult, I hope you show at least some courtesy. This person is a long-time shaman. “What kind of speech habit does the leader of a faction have?”

Xu Liang’s eyes lit up.

“A long writer? “Wasn’t the shaman’s long-time character Heo Jeong (?still)?”

I know because I saw it once when I was King Sal. Heo Jeong was a genius who became a leading scholar of the Shaman faction before reaching Buddhahood thanks to his excellent management skills and outstanding martial arts skills.

However, Heo Jeong also succumbed to Dam Sa-yeong’s tongue. It was Heo Jeong who took the lead in driving out the majority of the former masters, led by Wonmu Swordsman Hyeon Cheon Jin-in.

Heo Gang’s face turned red.

“This is someone who has recently ascended to the rank of scholar-in-chief. “If you knew that, you would know that you should be respectful.”

“It’s the new Jangmun-in… It seems Geomsin did his job properly.”

There are things in the world that you can know without having to see them. Master Gwonsin Jeoksong was indeed a great man who deserved respect, and if so, Geomshin Hyeoncheonjinin would not be much different.

Seoliang tilted his head.

“So why was the shaman’s new Jangmunin waiting for us here?”

Heo Gang’s eyebrows twitched. The Demonic Cult’s leader was not paying any attention to what he said.

Heo Gang was the youngest of Heo Ja Bae and was considered the most just among them, but he had the disadvantage of being fiery in nature. Of course, those feelings did not discriminate against the other person.

It was when he opened his mouth and was about to pour out harsh words.

“Greetings. “It’s Heo Yang, the new long pattern of shamans.”

Heo Yang bowed his head first, so Heo Gang had no choice but to become dumb.

Xu Liang nodded.

“It’s Seoliang.”

“It is an honor to meet the next leader of the Protestant Church.”

Considering Heo Yang’s position and age, his posture was not that low either. The executioners who came with him also looked at him in surprise.

“So what is the answer to my question?”

hook.

A powerful energy wave rose from the bodies of the shamans.

But Heo Yangman was different.

“Bondo is the representative of the shaman who is a part of the Anti-Jeonghoe Association and has received an order from his superiors to move with the forces of the Heavenly Demon Church. That’s why I came here in person.”

Seo-ryang, who was looking at Heo Yang, quickly nodded. I could read the sincerity in his unwavering voice.

“In that case, our school will welcome you as friends.”

When he judged that he was a definite ally, only then did he change his tone of voice.

He Yang smiled. It was because I felt like I knew the personality of this young demon lord.

“I received orders from my superiors, but I was not told where to come. What this means is that you should join in where your school wants to go. “I will do my best to be an inconvenient companion.”

“At our school, we do not swing swords at our friends. “Even though we are intertwined with a cruel history, I will trust you at least for now.”

“Thank you.”

“Even though they are Taoist monks, I believe they know how to drive a horse.”

“Of course.”

Xu Liang turned around and shouted.

“Give me some horses from Cheonma-gun.”

A slight look of bewilderment appeared on the faces of the Cheonma soldiers, whose expressions had not changed even once during the entire trip north with Lee Cheon-sang.

Xiliang is not the Heavenly Demon. Even the Little Lord cannot give orders to the Heavenly Demon Army unless he is a Heavenly Demon.

However, they saw how much Li Cheon-sang favored Xu Liang. If his favor had been at a reasonable level, he would have ignored him without even thinking about it, but Lee Cheon-sang even tried to put Seo-ryang on the Mawanggeo.

In other words, it means that Lee Cheon-sang recognized Sogyoju as Cheonma. Although he was not yet the sect leader, it was safe to say that the sect leader was already the Heavenly Demon.

It was when the demons of the Cheonma Army were looking at each other.

“What are they doing?”

Eom Tae-gyeong, Commander of the Cheonma Grand Army, said.

“Out of the seven men in an army, six shall be hippopotamuses.”

The commander’s orders are absolute. Six of the seven horsemen dismounted from their horses.

Uhm Tae-kyung looked back at Cheonma-gun and said.

“I forgive my rudeness this once, as it is the teacher’s presence. “However, if you do not immediately follow the order of Master Sogyo in the future, the entire group will be severely punished.”

All the demons of the Heavenly Demon Army bowed their heads at the majestic voice.

“I follow your orders!”

Xu Liang chuckled.

‘There’s no need to go that far.’

Grand Commander Cheonma is a hard-hearted person, even worse than the martial arts warrior. Although I never had a conversation with him, it was clear that he was a very knowledgeable person who could tell just by looking at him.

Since such a person said that in front of everyone, from now on, the Heavenly Demon Lord will follow him as if he were Lee Heavenly Sang. For Seo-ryang, that statement itself was a great help.

The six horsemen brought the horse they were riding in front of the monks.

He Yang cleared his throat.

“There’s no need to do this….”

“I don’t want to be criticized by my comrades for neglecting my friend. “It is for the seals and for us as well, so please ride comfortably.”

“Since you said so much, I will ride well.”

The monks mounted the horse with puzzled faces.

All of the horsemen were massive. The sense of intimidation radiating from his entire body was enormous, as if he were a horseman from a den of demons. It was as if the horseman had learned horsemanship.

Xu Liang shouted from the front again.

“let’s go.”

Hee hee hee!

The Shingyo army moved again.

Lee Cheon-sang, who was looking down at Seoliang from inside the Demon Emperor, thought.

‘That’s great.’

Although I felt it through the Yokgyemun, my sense of self has definitely changed.

In the past, Seolryang in Shingyo was insufficient to become the leader of a sect. His brilliant wit and unconventional ability to act were only demonstrated as virtues as a vanguard, and did not serve as his charm as the head of a large organization.

It was different now.

He came to the Central Plains, took care of his people, achieved countless achievements in a short period of time, and Seoryang also experienced changes.

‘Now I’m qualified.’

Seoryang, leading the Shingyo army while riding a huge tiger, looked very reassuring. I felt the majesty of being able to overcome everything and move forward even if spear knives flew at me or a typhoon blew by.

Looking at that person, I feel special because it is different from the person I wanted to be.

Finally, Lee Cheon-sang realized that the old era had passed and the curtain of a new era had opened.

‘Now that I’ve reached a position where I don’t have to worry anymore, the old things that can’t even be remembered can slowly disappear.’

Of course, there was work to be done before retreating.

For the souls who passed away for their successors.

And to get a glimpse of his own aspirations that have already become absorbed into that dream.

Lee Cheon-sang, who was looking down at Seo-ryang’s back with a slight smile, suddenly felt a strange sensation.

Grrrr.

He raised his hand.

His large hands were trembling slightly. The veins on the back of my hand, which protruded moderately, wriggled and pulsated at will.

and.

‘….’

Is it fantasy or reality?

The fingertips became slightly translucent and then regained their original color.

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes sparkled.

Huh.

The innate magical energy soared without any force. Then, the fingertips that had become translucent returned to their original state.

Lee Cheon-sang clenched his fist.

I felt a gentle vibration from my tightly clenched fist.

“…Not yet.”