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I walked up to the burning knife lying on the floor.

This is the trace of a person who did not give up until the end and only targeted me, and who resisted until the end even though he knew that he would die.

I tore off Hwang Bo-cheon’s severed arm, which was holding the sword tightly.

Makyabogeom. The sword with that name flickered like a light bulb that had run out of battery shortly after it was picked up, and then its light disappeared.

It’s a real lightsaber.

I looked around.

Of course, only a few Taoist priests who tripped and fell in the middle or were pushed too far away and couldn’t escape barely survived, and they are holding on to the sealing needle and trembling in fear.

Just before Soo-oh swings his sword.

Because Hwang Bo-cheon gathered his subordinates behind him, the enemy was cleanly cut down.

Snow falling from the sky slowly piles up along the deep valley ahead.

What should we do now?

After thinking about it for a moment, I decided to head to where the contractor was.

Even though I moved, the Taoist monk did not attack.

He just grabbed his weapon and looked at me with a terrified expression.

I didn’t get hit once until I finally got out of that area.

I climb the hill and head towards the main building of Cheonmasingyo.

In the distance, you can see the main building of the Cheonmasin Church and the battle scene above it.

The weather is currently showing signs of localized concentrated quarantine, so it seems that Cheonma may surprisingly survive.

Other than that, well.

Gapjae was killed by a weapon similar to a gun. He was killed by a bullet that made only the sound of cutting through the air, not by a gunpowder-like weapon like a sealing needle.

Even if you search through faded memories or other memories, bullets are basically faster than the speed of sound, so by the time you hear the sound, it’s already too late.

Of course, guns already exist in this world.

But since it is a weapon used only by the military, people who have lived their entire lives in the Cheonmasin religion would not know about it.

So, many of the guardians and the clan leaders, including Gapjae, died because they were unable to respond properly.

To someone who sees a projectile weapon for the first time, it is like seeing a secret weapon for the first time.

Even though some of the people in the martial arts world died, even those of lower rank than Gapjae were able to resist, but there were no longer enough people left to turn the tide of the battle.

And the human heart.

The man went straight into his lair and used his technology to block out the outsiders. However, more than half of them were connected to the blood stasis and the secret sect, so it didn’t work. The only thing that was alive was that it could only tie up his feet for a very short time.

Still, he desperately did everything he could.

However, since they already knew that the Cheonmasingyo had Daegon’s technology mixed in, they had technicians who could counter it. Most of them were broken before they could be used properly.

Around the time Soo died.

Insimwondo was eventually killed by the disciples of the immortal, or Taoists for short. Of course, he was skilled enough to be called the head of the family, so he didn’t die alone.

Thanks to that, I learned that those who tracked the Insimwon were Taoists and that they already knew Daegon’s techniques.

There is a causal relationship.

Daegon fought against the gods of this world. He was defeated by them once. So he escaped into the sea and gradually gained strength.

That is, the gods had information about Daegon.

And they discovered traces of Daegon inside Cheonmasingyo from Jo Jungwoo and Byeongil. That’s why they sent in so many gods to attack me.

At least, they know that Daegon is still alive.

The leader of Tongcheon.

I was wary that someone might appear who would call me that.

I guess they don’t know that the place has already been evaporated by Daegon’s radiation.

Well, it’s a city that Daegon created in hiding. It’s strange that Kunlun would immediately know what happened there.

I occasionally get memories along with warmth when a Taoist priest dies.

Memories come in fragments, but when you piece them together, a lot of information emerges.

The leader of the Tongcheon sect. Severing ties. Dissolution of the sect.

If this is the word that describes Daegon and his men, then this is the opposite.

Primordial Heavenly Being. Heavenly Religion. Mountain Sect.

The Heavenly Kingdom is not the Heaven of Heaven, but the Heaven that will be revealed. Even after their victory, they were wary of the remnants of the Severed Kingdom, and because it was revealed, they sent so many Taoist priests.

So, Hwangbo Cheon and his teacher, Cheongdo Jin, were Taoist priests and immortals from Cheonkyo.

Taoist refers to a group of people who are still human, and immortal refers to a person who is halfway free from the shackles of life.

Surprisingly, not all gods have such a large light as Daegon. Cheongdojin was a god, and when I saw him, he was about 10 times bigger than Hwangbocheon.

Hwang Bo-cheon’s light is about 10 times bigger than that of a person who was living well.

That is, it’s not really that big.

Even in the first world, there were few people at the level of Cheongdojin.

Or maybe they just didn’t use a method to increase light like that.

Daegon’s light was incredibly huge. Considering that when you took the elixir, the light of the object made by the elixir would split and be added to the light of the person who took it.

Perhaps, surprisingly, even the Primordial Heavenly Lord may not have such great light.

Daegon grew by greedily feeding on the light of others, but it is possible that they could have won without doing so.

Maybe the size of the light isn’t the only thing that explains its pure intensity.

Up until now, the bigger the light, the stronger it was, but that’s not always the case. At least in the memories I’ve had of Taoists and immortals, there’s no information about grinding people up and making them into elixirs.

Rather, they avoid meat and grains. They eat a lot of bitter grass, mushrooms, beans, and fruits.

Of course, not all gods grow by grinding and consuming people.

Rather, it is made with technology from another world, so the severance of ties is heterogeneous.

In other words, it is true that the Cheonmasingyo is failing because it deserves to fail.

One side is based on moral standards, pure goodwill, and the recognition that a human being should have, while this side is an extremely evil world created by suppressing malice.

Just because they weren’t bad people to me doesn’t mean I’m denying that the position I’m in is strange. On the contrary, I’m the one at the extreme of that evil.

At least I don’t have any misconceptions about what I am.

He is a monster through and through.

We can’t turn back time, we can’t create the world the way we want, and we don’t have the omnipotence to do anything for everyone we meet.

You can never be a god.

Because it’s that kind of monster.

I can do anything to get warmth.

Anything.

As I think about that, I see the sky turn a dark purple and the fairy fall to the ground, cut in half.

Iron Buck!

One of the pieces fell next to me as I was walking to the main building of the Cheonmasin Church.

Only the left half of the man’s body remains.

Lee Ja-do is also a sage. He is one of the twelve sages with a high reputation in the Celestial Sect, but he is not a great sage. He is just a newcomer who has not been properly called a true sage for very long.

At the top of the main building of Cheonmasingyo, a Cheonma and a strong immortal are clashing.

Daegon was so overwhelming, and Cheonma was barely able to resist before him, so I thought it would be difficult for him to defeat the immortal, but he killed him surprisingly well.

As I climbed the hill and reached the main building, another freshman’s left leg fell next to me.

This guy didn’t die. He was just cut off.

The dark purple glow in the sky never ceases, but the natural disasters occurring around it are getting weaker by the minute.

Now, rather than calling it a natural disaster, it has simply fallen to the level of magic. The magic that was occasionally seen in the first world.

Exactly that level.

Really, Cheonma will survive.

But the Cheonmasingyo cult is over.

If there are no more harvesters left around here, then that’s it.

Of course, there are still harvest seasons left, aside from the Cheonma.

The first spearmen unit, similar to the line infantry that used me like a bullet. Now, only nine people remain, but they survived by going too deep into the territory of the Murim Alliance and avoiding strong people.

But apart from them, the only living harvesters left are Cheonma. That means there are hardly any Cheonma Shin-kyo followers who are still alive.

Thinking like that, I raised my head to look at the top of the main building of the Cheonmasin Church where Cheonma is located.

This time, a huge purple ring of light appeared above the Cheonmasingyo.

From Cheonma’s perspective, the person muttering about the sword ring was torn apart by the ring and died.

As the ring exploded and spread in all directions, the magical phenomenon surrounding it disappeared in an instant.

The Heavenly Horse’s gaze looks around. He sees many immortals who are not in good shape.

Then Cheonma found me.

Coloc.

She coughs softly and comes towards me.

Not long after, Cheonma came in front of me.

It’s a mess.

There is no place where the blue skin is holy.

There are wounds here and there, and purple blood is flowing out.

Of course, her blood isn’t purple. If you look at the hem of her dress, it’s dyed properly red.

One eye is closed, perhaps because of the blood flowing from the long wound on his head.

As soon as she got there, she turned to me and asked me a question.

“What’s wrong?”

“Dead.”

To my answer, Cheonma simply nodded. Then, Cheonma lifted his head up to the sky. But his gaze was not focused on anything.

I’m thinking about something.

“What were your last words?”

It’s almost as if she knew I was dead. I was going to ask her about that, but decided to just answer her question first.

“The first introduction of Soosimgong.”

At my words, Cheonma burst into laughter. Then, he tried to wipe away the blood covering his eyes with his hand, but too much blood flowed out, so he failed and just pressed the wound.

But he looked straight at me with his eyes as if the blood had been wiped away and asked me.

“That’s enough for me, but you wouldn’t be making that face after hearing that. What did you say before?”

A tone of speech that knows me all too well. Unfortunately, I cannot read Cheonma’s thoughts directly. I can only confirm it through his physical reactions.

Cheonma’s body is too messed up to be guessed from that.

So. I said what I heard just before. I said the spell.

After hearing what I said, she turned her gaze and looked in the direction where the house was.

I just took a quick look there and then looked beyond.

A huge valley with snow falling from the sky.

The place where Soo died.

And the horse looked at me.

Then she took her hand off the wound.

And then he came towards me, looking at my blue hands covered in his own blood.

Bam.

And it left a bloody handprint on my chest.

“I want to stick it on your forehead, but unfortunately, my arm can’t go any higher. Let’s include my wish in So-oh’s wish.”

As the surviving gods approached me with faces filled with awe and determination, Cheonma also cast a spell on me.

“After 3 years, I gave up the name Cheonma and went on a journey with you and So-o to fulfill your wish. It didn’t work out.”

Cheonma sighed softly and now looked up at the sky.

“I’ve always been like that. But I’ve done everything I can for the person I love, to clear away the emptiness that leaves nothing behind.”

And then he extended the sword forward with his arm, which was not raised in front of him because of his wound.

“Nameless one. Who am I?”

I know what to do.

Knowing that, I answered like this.

“Contractor. Cheonma.”

The devil laughed.