Dokma Jeghal-hwi – 8

The building collapses. The haven Jegal Hwi had cultivated is disappearing.

In the fight between Namgoong Soyeon and Jegal Hwi, Jegal Hwi being pushed back was a foregone conclusion.

A difference in level so great that it wouldn’t be strange if it ended in an instant.

However, Jegal Hwi stubbornly dragged out the time, which irritated Namgoong Soyeon.

“You run away well, like a rat?”

She’s smiling, but a prominent vein on her forehead is clear.

Normally, he would have retorted sarcastically, but Jegal Hwi desperately moved between the pillars, dodging Namgoong Soyeon’s attacks.

He entered the building and activated the hidden traps.

Traps created throughout the building to repel invaders in case the Black Heaven Cult was ever in danger of being occupied.

Traps that he thought he would never use were all revealing themselves today.

Boiling oil traps that poured down when the floor was stepped on in a specific sequence.

Traps that shot needles coated with powerful poison.

Traps that launched thick logs.

Various kinds of weapons struck Namgoong Soyeon from various angles.

Some of them hit Namgoong Soyeon directly, but she showed no particular reaction other than slightly frowning.

Rather, she increased her speed and caught up with Jegal Hwi.

‘That was close.’

Barely dodging her sword that grazed his nose, Jegal Hwi pulled a rope.

The building’s pillars collapsed, covering Namgoong Soyeon, and soon the roof crushed her.

Dust rises from the collapsing building.

“Hah… hah….”

Jegal Hwi, who barely escaped, gasped for breath.

-Cough, cough

Suddenly frequent coughing, blood on his hand.

“I pushed myself too hard after all.”

The poison control method that the Heavenly Demon taught was only effective when not using Poison Art.

The more he used Poison Art, the more the poison gnawed at his body.

-If you want to live long, it’s best not to use that Poison Art.

The Heavenly Demon’s advice comes to mind. But, is there any need to conserve it now?

What he wanted to protect has already collapsed.

“I know you’re fine. Thunder Sword.”

Speaking to the collapsed rubble, the debris soared into the sky with a rumbling sound.

“Did you notice?”

Namgoong Soyeon, who was dusting off her clothes, replied, unharmed.

Now the only building left is the Disciple’s Palace.

There are various traps in the Disciple’s Palace as well, but he can’t lure Thunder Sword there.

Namgoong Soyeon is looking for the Young Cult Leader. Judging by her actions, I don’t think she intends to threaten his safety, but her intentions seem impure.

‘I’ve used all the cards I can. What should I do now?’

Even in perfect condition, defeat was clear, so trying to hold onto Thunder Sword any longer with a lost arm and a body being consumed by poison was too greedy.

“You seem much stronger than what I heard from Youngma a few days ago… Did you have some kind of achievement?”

“Should I say I had a change of perspective?”

Thunder Sword replied, putting her finger to her chin.

Jegal Hwi narrowed his eyes at the ominous energy surging in Namgoong Soyeon’s body.

“Energy Absorption… did you do that?”

“Everyone knows about Energy Absorption so well? Yes. That’s right.”

“A righteous sect that claims to uphold justice using Energy Absorption. That’s a contradiction.”

“They’re just the lives of society’s trash anyway. Isn’t it more valuable to use them like this?”

“The very act of deciding that is a contradiction.”

“Yes, yes. Talk all you want. Now, shall we go again?”

Thunder Sword smiles, taking a stance.

“If Gang Gongja can only be by my side, I would sacrifice all the lives in the world.”

Thunder Sword, gripping her sword and taking a stance.

She didn’t intend to show mercy and was trying to end him with one blow.

Jegal Hwi also took a stance and drew up his last strength.

Blood gushes from the open wound, and his arms and legs tremble.

“I will never hand over the Young Cult Leader.”

Likewise, a smile.

It was the first time Jegal Hwi smiled after confronting Namgoong Soyeon.

“To dare threaten Gang Gongja and seat him as the Young Cult Leader of such a dirty place. I really can’t forgive you!”

With a whoosh, Namgoong Soyeon kicked off the ground and rushed at him like lightning.

Jegal Hwi, who lost sight of her for a moment, slightly raised his body to his shoulder to receive her sword, which was already right in front of him.

Thunk. The sword pierces his body.

Jegal Hwi, unconcerned with the intense pain spreading throughout his body, instead grabbed her arm and pulled her closer.

Crack, crack.

The sword that pierced his shoulder dug in deeper.

“Ugh…!”

Jegal Hwi continued to pull her arm, and the distance between him and Namgoong Soyeon gradually narrowed.

“What are you doing?”

Was she displeased with his actions? Namgoong Soyeon, with a deeply distorted face, asked bluntly, and Jegal Hwi shouted, burning his life.

“Poison Wave Palm.”

Gray smoke erupted from inside Jegal Hwi’s body.

The vibration above his head stopped.

When the rumbling that had continued for hours stopped, Yeonhwa, who had been very frightened, looked around.

“Young Cult Leader, I think it’s over.”

“Our Black Heaven Cult is amazing after all!”

Watching Yeonhwa, who was jumping up and down, excited, I relaxed a little.

“Everyone will be here soon, so wait a little longer!”

Yeonhwa, who had now completely regained her courage, smiled brightly.

“Yes, I’m glad it ended safely.”

They couldn’t have stopped the intruder without any sacrifices.

When I get out of here, let’s take time to commemorate the cult members who died protecting the Black Heaven Cult.

Make the graves carefully and offer a silent prayer.

I thought about what would happen after I got out of here.

Bang! The sound came again.

It was the sound of the secret door opening.

Rumble.

The door to the shelter opened, and a dark corridor was revealed.

In the corridor was a person who appeared to be a woman. Her face was not clearly visible due to the shadows.

Yeonhwa seemed happy and ran to the corridor, and I tried to stop Yeonhwa because of the strange sense of incongruity I felt.

“Yeonhwa…”

Thud.

Yeonhwa’s head falls to the floor.

Yeonhwa’s body, which had been running forward, collapsed powerlessly.

“Yeonhwa?”

I couldn’t even think of going closer to check, and just called Yeonhwa’s name.

“Ah… Gang Gongja.”

The person standing in the corridor moves. She reaches out and picks up Yeonhwa’s head, holding it high.

Drip… drip… Blood droplets falling from the cut surface.

She opened her mouth and dripped the blood droplets, as if craving the falling juice.

Like that for a few minutes.

She then threw Yeonhwa’s head against the wall as if it were no longer needed.

Yeonhwa’s head, which hit the stone wall, shattered into pieces.

My legs gave way, and I collapsed to the floor.

Golden eyes shining ominously glare at me and come.

“Thanks to Gang Gongja calling me so desperately, I barely found you. Hehe…”

The name of that monster, who grabbed my hand and rubbed her face against mine, was,

“Good Soyeon is here.”

It was Namgoong Soyeon.