Chapter 270 The Dark and the Assimilated

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle……
Something moved silently.
In the darkness of the woods, the back of a tall, middle-aged man standing on the edge of a high cliff.
The beginnings of a sneak attack.
You’ll hear a series of dull sounds.
“krug…….”
“Crrrr…….”
I wonder if it’s a pack of hungry beasts.
But the middle-aged man didn’t care.
No.
Rather, it muttered, welcoming the dark horde.
“Onya, I’ll give you something to eat soon. Wait a little while.”
Then the shadowy horde screamed louder and louder.
“Bam!”
“Kihayak!”
“Kick, kick!”
“Kak, kak, kak!”
“Kihak!”
A ferocious scream knocks on the eardrum.
It was like the roar of a beast.
If anyone hears this, it will send goosebumps all over your body.
Not really.
“Tsk.”
The tongue-in-cheek middle-aged man turned around with a sour expression.
Parallax
The hem of the shirt flutters and flutters as you move, then settles down.
tweet……
The grayish-white pupils of the middle-aged man staring into the darkness shifted.
Both eyes have turned dark green.
And it’s spreading like wildfire.
“If they don’t understand me, I’ll have to kill them.”
His ten fingers reached out for the creeping stalks.
My nails grew longer on their own.
Each one was as sharp and pointed as a knife.
It’s a bizarre feature that defies common sense.
The static that came at the same time.
The creepy sounds from the woods have stopped.
A sheep, fed up with the middle-aged man’s uncomfortable planting.
The pressure of the atmosphere seemed to increase as everything became suddenly silent.
On top of that, the solemn, intangible prayer emanating from the middle-aged man weighed down and imprisoned the surroundings.
Then a new sound pierces the darkness.
Squeaky cries.
Dogs dropping in fear, that’s what it sounded like.
The long, extended nails shrink once again.
“Right, it should be.”
The middle-aged man let out a quiet laugh with those words and turned.
And with that, his gaze dropped to the ground once more.
A vast forest, where moonlight and darkness blend together.
A faint glimmer of light appeared through them.
It’s red but warm.
The thirty or so men who set foot here earlier must have lit their own torches.
Right then.
shhh, shhh-, shhhh
There was a faint sound, and the three Inyoung appeared.
They stand in a pom-pom formation directly behind the middle-aged man in black looking down.
I was part of an in-house team of reviewers.
Covered from head to toe in a black veil that obscures her…….
That’s why it feels like it’s been assimilated into this darkness.
But why?
The middle-aged man with his back to the herd didn’t move an inch.
Like you know who the three of them are without looking back.
Like the wind, the three appeared as different as they were alike.
Contrast of clothing that shows a little through the wind.
Is it a status gap.
The back two of the three in the hug formation were very boring colors.
No rags, no bullshit.
On the other hand, the best of the best were dressed in modest clothing.
At first glance, it was made of expensive fabric.
It’s even the exact same fine clothing as the Pifeng who appeared in Zhongnanshan today.
Also.
The two men in the back were identical to the clothes of the former Namgung Heonlin, who had perished at the hands of the Iron Liuhshen in his quest for exaltation.
That means one thing.
It’s the same mysterious man who killed Gongyun and shattered the Martial Spirit Sword. …….
Soon, Pifung, at the head of the formation, spoke up.
“I just stopped by to check in on you on my way home. Did you take care of the fallen?”
Namgung Heonlin, the name of the man the group was tracking.
The middle-aged man replied without looking back.
“Sure.”
The questioner’s eyebrows arched.
It was a voice that was completely different from anyone else’s.
It’s kind of metallic and unpleasant to hear.
‘That voice is hard to get used to, even though we’ve only met a few times…….’
Muttering to himself, Pifeng asked again.
“Has he changed?”
“Well, I saw the red line on his neck, and that means I can do as I please, so I didn’t kill him…….”
The middle-aged man with the slurred speech said, “I’m sorry.
“…… has enslaved your bodies. Behind you, in the shadows, among the hordes. Suffering the madness of hunger. Hoohoo.”
“Greed is…… and there will be more of it in a little while anyway.”
“One more would be good. Has your master left?”
“He died there early in his life.”
“I wonder where your hiding place is.”
“Don’t talk. You don’t need to know. And you don’t need to know.”
“Huh, what if I can’t contain my curiosity and try to pry?”
“Die.”
A stern warning from Pipungin.
“Huh, I guess.”
As the light faded into the darkness, the middle-aged man finally looked away and turned away quietly.
Then he continued in a voice that sounded like a gravelly voice.
“In your hands?”
“…….”
Shortly afterward, Pifungin gestured for an answer.
He nudged the scabbard at his waist, a knuckle-length iron sword.
But the middle-aged man wasn’t intimidated at all.
“Did I mention that your title is Major General?”
“That’s right. It’s a pseudonym.”
“Your master taught me then that a major general is a master at wrinkling an area.”
“So…… are you going to test the waters with force under the guise of curiosity?”
“Exam?”
The middle-aged man’s lips twitched up at the corners as he said it.
It was mockery.
Plastic.
Or so the middle-aged man said.
“Isn’t the rank above you, lieutenant general, also unqualified, and…… shouldn’t you at least be a major general to be tested?”
At the same time, Warden Pifeng roared in anger.
“Black Maw, you’re so cocky!”
It was the name of a middle-aged man.
Immediately after.
“Bam!”
“Kihayak!”
“Kahak!”
A ferocious roar erupted from the forest.
The dark horde unleashed its madness and ferocity on the Fifty-Fourth.
Like a warning not to mess with the master.
Warden Pifeng tensed up.
“Hoot.”
The smiling middle-aged man, no, Black Demon Yong, waved his hand.
The loud screeching noise died down and then stopped.
The voice of the Black Demon continues.
“I’m in on the joke.”
The vigorous warden Pifeng Yin glared.
“It’s too much for a joke.”
“It was a wake-up call.”
“Moore?”
“Literally. In case you haven’t realized it yet, the people who were after Naknyeong have come here.”
His words startled not only the warden, but also his subordinates.
“Huh, no way…….”
“Are you saying I’m lying?”
“Hmm…… not.”
“You should have blocked the tail that the octopus came with.”
“So what happened?”
“I killed them all.”
“Ah…… that’s good.”
“It was a military feat of necessity.”
“…….”
“It would be troubling if the military were to actively intervene in the Murimsha on some sort of pretext.”
“Yeah, I know. We’re just as embarrassed. But that’s not going to happen. In any case, that part…… I apologize. There must have been some miscommunication.”
“Not a big variable occurrence?”
“That’s like casting aspersions on the mastermind.”
“Hoo-hoo. Okay, I’ll believe it.”
“Anyway, are you sure you killed them all, and did you check yourself?”
“Yes, except for two.”
“What does that even mean?”
“They fell while trying to escape me, down a high cliff, so I didn’t see them die. One or both of them would have died instantly.”
“Huh, isn’t that a bad idea?”
“What, no chance of survival.”
“Why?”
“It’s a notoriously inhospitable place in the Ten Thousand Mountains.”
“Hmm…… where is that?”
“Why, are you going to check it out? You’re going to go to the trouble of buying it.”
Black Demon Yong’s continued lackadaisical demeanor irritated the warden.
“Just answer the question!”
“Talmudic mourning (奪命霧崖).”
“……!”
“You know well enough that the only Martial Artist who survived that place was the eight hundred year old Swordsman, and only he.”
“Well. Well, if you’re not a fugitive……, I guess I’ll have to go check it out while I’m here. Just in case.”
“As you wish.”
With those words, the Black Demon Yong pointed to the distance.
“Five hundred sheets.”
“Well, I have a general idea of where it is. Well, we’ll be on our way. Please proceed without delay. When you’re done, the Lord will reward you handsomely.”
“I expect. Is your mission complete?”
“Yes, I’m on my way back.”
“Hoot. Okay, see ya.”
The Black Demon Yong twitched his head, and the group of Blood Winds quickly disappeared.
Immediately after.
As he neared the edge of the cliff, the Black Demon’s gaze remained fixed on one spot.
Dying torches.
Seeing this, the Black Demon Yong turned around.
‘Foolish ones, you step fearlessly into the darkness of this place, not realizing how terrifying…… you will soon discover. The blood feast I have prepared for you.’
Then he heard in his head the voice of the romantic who had told him what to do.
-Build your own world with a bushido sword.
‘He was indeed a strong man. Even the Supreme Heavenly Emperor would be hard pressed to defeat him…… cough. An opponent who cannot be defeated deserves to have his head bowed. I look forward to his reward.”
And with that, the Black Demon Yong vanished into the darkness of space.
* * *
The three blood winds swiftly pierce the darkness.
Papa papa papa, papa papa papa-.
At one point, Pifengyin, the warden of Choi Seondu, said.
“You must have felt it. the immense power of the Black Demon Yong.”
The two Aja Pifungs behind him nod.
“If what he said earlier is true, he’ll need to be a major general to divide his hands. Of course, if the Reaper comes, he’ll win by a landslide…… but he’ll be a great addition. And the Murim will suffer a great loss.”
* * *
Cha cha cha cha cha, cha cha cha cha……
Footsteps moving through the darkness and bushes.
Thirty or so unarmed men, torches in hand, walked and walked and walked, scanning their surroundings.
The attire was the same for all of them.
He’s dressed in navy blue, reminiscent of the ocean.
The weapons they carried were also identical.
It was a sword.
A symbol of a longsword embroidered on a member of the party’s robes.
It meant that he was a member of the Zhenghai Clan, a prestigious clan in the Guangdong region.
But two of them had much larger longsword sigils.
The young man and woman up front.
He was the brother of Dan Li Hyuk and Dan Li Shou, two famous martial artists in Guangdong and enemies of Zheng Mu Mu.
After a while.
Dan Ri Hyuk stopped and frowned slightly.
“Hmmm…… traces are too easy to spot.”
His sister, Danriso, gave him a questioning look.
“Brother, I have a strange feeling, not only did you leave clear marks here and there on purpose…… but you went in too deep.”
“It’s too late to turn around. Let’s go a little further.”
“Yeah, yeah, we can’t come this far and give up.”
Dan Ri Hyuk, Dan Riso, and the rest of Jung Jung Mumun started moving forward again.
Cha cha cha cha cha, cha cha cha cha……
* * *
Around the same time, the Xinfeng and Iron Stream Trails reached the front of the mountain cave.
“Here.”
Letting go of the reins and dropping to the ground, he pulled out Chapter and strode inside.
How much time has passed.
Towering.
Suddenly stopping in his tracks, Cheolyuhyun stared expressionlessly ahead and muttered.
“Ho-ho, look at this?”
The Book of the Divine Sword – Chapter 271