Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 122 Even if you are immersed in a swamp, you can still breathe (1)

“As of today, we have completed the inspection of all departments on campus. The inspection results will be posted by the Military Ministry in two days.”

“Good job.”

Gogu spoke briefly.

“if.”

Lee Cheon-sang, who normally wouldn’t have answered, spoke to him today for some reason.

“How is life?”

Gogu paused.

“When you say life….”

“I mean life at our school.”

I have never before been asked this question by a religious leader.

Gogu was embarrassed, but did not show it. Even if the opponent is a religious leader, his expression does not change easily.

“It’s always the same.”

“is it.”

“….”

“Would you like a drink?”

Gogu’s eyes wavered.

This is the first time I caught him when the report was over, and he even asked me if I wanted a drink. Today, Lee Cheon-sang showed quite an extraordinary performance.

“It is an honour.”

Lee Cheon-sang waved his hand.

Ugh.

The glass flew through the air and stopped right in front of Gogu’s nose.

Although the glass is full of alcohol, it doesn’t shake at all. There is not even a tremor of energy shaking around the glass.

Gogu politely accepted the glass and turned his head to empty it.

Lee Cheon-sang, who was looking at him blankly, suddenly said.

“How long has it been since you joined the church?”

flinch!

Gogu said after fiddling with his glass for a moment.

“It’s been twenty-six years.”

“Twenty-six years.”

Lee Cheon-sang nodded.

“It’s pretty good.”

“….”

“Are you in charge of the criminal court?”

“It’s been exactly ten years now.”

“is it.”

“yes.”

Lee Cheon-sang comfortably buried his back in Taesa Temple.

“I remember. “When I appointed you as the head of the Criminal Justice Party, the opinions of those around you were not positive.”

Gogu also remembered that time.

At the time, Gogu was only twenty-eight and nine years old. Since a young Majin who was not even 30 years old had become one of the most powerful figures in the Protestant Church, there were naturally many people who were jealous.

“You put all those uncomfortable gazes to rest with just your skills.”

“….”

“Don’t you regret it?”

It was a somewhat unexpected question, but Gogu understood what he was saying.

“I have no regrets.”

“is it.”

“That’s right.”

“Then I’m glad.”

Why bother bringing up the past?

Gogu was genuinely curious. At least the Lee Cheon-sang he knew was not a great man who indulged in unnecessary sentimentality, nor did he have a hobby of having a drink to reminisce.

Is there any other intention? Or do you feel regret about your past life?

“You’ve changed.”

“…yes?”

“You’ve changed.”

A smile appeared on Lee Cheon-sang’s previously indifferent face.

Gogu’s eyes widened. It was the first time he saw Lee Cheon-sang smile like that.

“Has anything happened recently that shook your heart?”

“…?”

“There was a crack in the ice soul of Geumcheon, which was unwavering for some time.”

“….”

“Is it because you see similar people?”

“…!”

Gogu’s complexion suddenly changed.

Lee Cheon-sang’s smiling face was soon covered with his characteristic indifference.

“Gyo….”

“Let’s go.”

“….”

“….”

“I’m leaving now.”

Confusion appeared on Gogu’s face as he turned around after paying his respects.

‘A similar person?’

Recently, there is only one person who I felt was similar to me.

‘…Could it be that the religious leader also knows?’

No, does this really mean that ‘he’ is someone who came here through the same route as you?

Gogu leaves Daejeon in confusion.

There was a hint of interest in Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes as he looked at Gogu’s back.

“It’s still the same.”

Even though I had ascended to the highest realm, I felt like the strongest demon of the time, making me wonder if anyone else in all of history had ever reached a level like this.

The world still hasn’t lost its interesting side.

‘Do I see this as different even though the same confusion and the same foolishness are being repeated?’

When you reach the climax, your interest, which has gradually waned, moves to another level, and you gradually start to stretch. The reason is that in the past we lived in the same world as ‘them’, but now we are watching from a different world than them.

Lee Cheon-sang did not deny it. There is a growing desire to dive into their world again.

I want to once again leave the footprints of a giant in this filth-filled world full of all kinds of agony and confusion.

‘Maybe that one step has already begun.’

The reason he sent his third son to Gamchalsa Temple to pull out weeds was not out of interest, but out of responsibility as a god.

But at this moment, he felt a desire to pull the weeds with his own hands. I wanted to bring out the madness of the Heavenly Demon, who shook the continent with his merciless magical power in the distant past.

‘Not yet.’

Lee Cheon-sang closed his eyes.

‘Not yet.’

Or rather, that moment should never have come. If it is to become a complete god.

“…Is God really necessary?”

* * *

“Would you like some water?”

“huh.”

Wi Hongryeon, who received a canteen from Ma Dong-pil, tilted her head back.

She lost her appetite after pouring all the gushing water into her stomach.

“I guess I need to get more water.”

“There’s more.”

“But we still need to get more. “Because I don’t know what the next inspection will be like.”

“That’s true.”

Wei Hongryeon took a deep breath and leaned her back against the tree.

Ma Dong-pil said as he gathered up the items scattered around him.

“Please rest. “I will organize it.”

“What is the wind that makes you treat me so well? “You’re scary, Mr. Ma.”

“You worked hard.”

“It’s been a tough time for you, Mr. Ma.”

“If you think so, raise one hand.”

“sleep.”

Ma Dong-pil shook his head.

After a while as he was organizing his items, Wei Hongryun spoke again.

“How are your wounds?”

“You’re all better.”

“already?”

“exactly.”

“There is no separate steel frame. “The internal injuries were significant.”

“Because we haven’t seen the end.”

“Of course not.”

For some reason, it was a superficial conversation.

Of course, Wei Hongryun had no hobby for such elaborate conversations or sharing.

“what’s the problem?”

“….”

“Why have you been so down since you came out of the snake cave?”

“It wasn’t sagging.”

“Just because you tease me a lot doesn’t mean I don’t feel down. “I’m completely sunken.”

Ma Dong-pil shook his head.

“I’m not in a bad mood. “I’m just curious.”

“what?”

He silently looked at the large tree that had fallen to the side.

There, Seoryang was sitting cross-legged and immersed in Ungong. And next to it, a huge golden fox was sitting guard as if it were a guardian deity.

Wei Hongryeon whistled without realizing it. Really, I can’t help but be amazed by its appearance every time I see it.

Although they are those of an animal, they have deep and plain blue eyes, like those of a highly enlightened monk.

Shiny golden fur covers its entire body, but under its chin there is abundant white fur in the shape of an inverted triangle. Although it is clearly a fox, its legs look as flexible and strong as those of a cat or tiger. In fact, sharp claws were hidden inside the feet.

A huge spirit creature that looks like a mixture of a tiger and a wolf, but is clearly a fox.

“Are you sure she’s really that scruffy fox cub?”

“I think so.”

“Does that make sense? Anyway, there is something called common sense in this world. “When did the fox that was a little bigger than my arm grow so big?”

Ma Dong-pil shook his head.

“I don’t know. “One thing is clear: the relationship has not changed from before.”

“You still follow Confucius?”

“exactly. “You also saw the great master above, right?”

Wei Hongryun’s face hardened.

“I saw it.”

No matter how much I wasn’t paying attention, I couldn’t even follow the movement with my naked eyes. It appeared in a golden gust and quickly killed Hong Sang-ho, but none of the masters present were able to react.

Yes. It was not the movement of an animal. No animal in the world can move at that speed.

“After biting Lee Ga-ju to death, he hit Confucius on the head. “Just like when I was a pup.”

“….”

“…There really was something called a spirit creature in the world.”

I thought it was just a rumor spread by luxury people who like to talk loudly. How many people believe that such things as the eternal fire, the single-horned dragon, and the human-faced beast actually exist?

To think that an imaginary spirit, wrapped in a fictional myth or legend, appears.

“You said you picked it up in the bamboo forest?”

“exactly.”

“So you’re saying that Gojuk Forest is full of such spirit creatures? “How did you survive there?”

Ma Dong-pil did not answer.

‘At that time…’

He recalled a time in the past.

When young bamboo was cut down from the depths of the ancient bamboo forest and the spirit was consumed, noble spirits appeared in droves.

Perhaps it was because all the nobles from all over Gojuk Forest had flocked in, but the number was not enough to be suppressed by force. The two had no choice but to run away.

When we got out of the forest safely thanks to Seoryang’s magical martial arts skills,

Geumho approached the demons who kept growling at the border of the forest. Then, all the nobles were busy retreating in fear.

So many precious creatures that even the best masters can’t handle are now afraid of Geumho, who is just a cub?

‘Are you really saying that the tiny Geumho was the most precious treasure in Gojuklim?’

I don’t know. The amount of information to analyze was too small.

One thing is certain: as long as there is a golden tiger, Confucius will be safe. Geumho, who killed Lee Ga-ju of Jeoksaga by biting him in one go, could truly be said to be the best bodyguard.

“Look, you’re in a bad mood.”

Ma Dong-pil looked back at Wei Hong-ryeon.

She said as she tied a bandage on her forearm.

“Are you upset that someone who is much better suited than you as a guard appears?”

“You can’t say you don’t have those feelings at all.”

“Arthur. If you want to compete, do it with people. “Even if it’s a spirit creature, it’s still an animal.”

“I am not dissatisfied with the fact that a more suitable escort than me has appeared. Anyway, my wish is for Confucius to be safe. Even if it’s not me, if Confucius can be safe, that’s enough.”

“But why do you look like you chewed shit?”

Ma Dong-pil sighed.

“It’s just that I don’t know what to do now.”

Since joining the church, he has lived only as a guardian of the law. Geumho’s presence was very welcome, but he felt like he had nothing to do anymore.

Wei Honglian understood him. I could have just told him to keep doing what he was doing, but those words didn’t come out of his mouth easily.

At that time, Seo-ryang’s eyes opened.

Slurp.

The faintly spreading red eye light slowly subsided.

“Okay.”

The magic has settled down properly, but my head is still heavy.

There was a bowl of blood shed from the battle at Jeoksaga. Additionally, the wound on his abdomen was large. Realizing the presence of Youngjuk accelerated the healing process, but the wound was enough to be considered a serious injury.

Okay.

Geumho rubbed his head on Seoryang’s shoulder.

Xu Liang smiled.

“He helped me at the right time. thank you.”

Cry.

“This guy’s voice has become raspy.”

After patting Geumho’s head a few times, Seoryang walked towards Ma Dongpil and Wi Hongryeon. Then, as if it was natural, Geumho followed suit.

Ma Dong-pil lowered his head.

“Are you awake?”

“okay. Are you okay?”

“of course.”

“What about the Great Lord?”

Wei Hongryeon tapped his forearm! and hit it.

“It’s vivid.”

“Thank goodness.”

Seo-ryang said while massaging the back of my neck.

“I have a lot to talk about, but let’s put it aside for now.”

“yes. If so, would you like to go to Geogyeongga right now?”

“That’s right. “But before that, I have something to do.”

“Something to do?”

“huh.”

There was a subtle glow in Seoliang’s eyes.

The place where his murderous eyes were directed was the carriage where the tightly tied Bangryeong was placed like a piece of luggage.

“I have to check. Why did that damn thing crawl into Jeoksa Temple?”

And where is King Biyo now?