episode_0428

Nandoi, the youngest member of the Salwolpa group, was originally the type of person who did not particularly enjoy gourmet food.

What kind of gourmet food can you have when you don’t have a living?

Even if I only have bare rice to put in my mouth, even rice seasoned with a little bit of sea water, I can eat today. I am grateful even if I can only satisfy my hunger.

So, despite the checks and harassment from the Salwolpa brothers, he was able to endure the sad life of the youngest child because he was able to eat well.

So, I have never thought of myself as having an appetite.

Even when the food was served, I wasn’t sure if it was delicious, perhaps because I couldn’t eat meat in the first place, so I just left the executioners to eat and gorged on unpopular vegetables and such.

Now that I think about it, I really felt like an idiot.

It’s not that I don’t have an appetite.

It’s just that I’ve never had really delicious food or real food.

Human growth!

The food is so delicious that just smelling it gives me a tingling sensation in my groin, and I think it would be a great thing to die while eating it. This is what they say when they say that death is delicious.

“Hmm. It’s not enough.”

Nandoi whet his appetite.

There are also levels of human growth.

As far as I can tell by instinct, the higher the inaction of the owner of the heart, that is, the more the coriander’s heart, the richer, richer and richer the flavor.

People like this just eat because they are hungry. Anything that tastes good, anything that tastes good, is delicious.

Nandoi plunges his face into the gaping heart hole.

If anyone saw it, they would be shocked and wonder if they would burrow into a person’s body and cover their skin.

It sinks its chin into the heart-less body and gulps down the juice. A feast of delicacies so enchanting that it felt like metal soaked in the rain and soaking my throat.

Then, suddenly, Nandoi’s ears perked up.

Nandoi, who jumps up, has a thick blood vessel in his mouth, which is pulled out and stretched tightly.

Nandoi takes a big bite of what he has in his mouth and sniffs it.

This scent is that of coriander.

It was the scent of miraculous food that was hundreds of times more delicious than the delicious civilians, and that made already delicious food even more delicious.

At that, Nandoi stands up shakily.

It’s a waste to eat it all, but there’s no reason to eat something less delicious over something more delicious.

For the same reason, Nandoi’s executioners wake up groggily.

The executioners make eye contact.

There is a master. Very expert. looks delicious.

But I’m too expert.

then? We must join forces.

“I have a heart.”

“Shut up, the heart is mine.”

“Whoever eats first wins.”

“I like the brain. It’s soft.”

“Good. There is one less competitor.”

And then, all at once, he throws himself away.

Ahhhh, the less delicious things scream and scatter.

Complaining about food is extravagant, but after all the experts are eaten, the remaining civilians are no different from caterpillars who cannot resist much and can be easily caught.

And so, the five blood demons scream across the asaripan-lined street and finally see their target.

There is a young man who gives off an unbearably fragrant smell, and the other guy who gives off a less fragrant smell, looks like a lustful prostitute.

And in the middle-

“Wow.”

The executioners stop for a moment.

What is that?

The terrible odor hidden behind the scent of coriander rushes into the lungs without being filtered.

It’s like a pile of shellfish, oysters, fish intestines, etc. that are rotten, the most unbearable smell to humans, a rotten smell, I can’t stand it.

Nandoi forced himself to swallow the bitter water that came up.

What is that? A living person is not alive.

Flesh, blood, tendons, and muscles that should have already died and melted away appear to be stuck together, seemingly intact.

A sight incomprehensible to the blood demon’s senses, all cognition, judgment of the brain, and an instinctive cry to see that corpse, rotten, rotten, horrible words, death itself.

“Wow, fuck! smell! I can’t stand it!”

It was the scent of coriander and all, and if I smelled it any longer, I would end up regurgitating all the human flesh I had swallowed.

The blood demons turned at once and began to run away.

The sight of these guys rushing towards you as soon as they meet you.

It was the moment when Cheong took his stance with the Moonlight Sword (No. 10) drawn for the first time in a long time.

If the people of Gwangju had been a little more conscious, they would have been impressed that the priestess knew how to use a sword.

I thought he used a weapon like a hammer or pig’s trotter, but he also said he knows how to draw a sword.

However, the guys who were running confidently stopped suddenly as if they were going to make a screeching sound, and then turned their backs and ran away with a rotten look on their faces.

Then they met an intersection and spread out all at once.

“What is it? Hwiyoung, right! To the left!”

Cheong rushed out and shouted.

Hee-mae-rang-rang-rang, does the tone sound okay? In any case, Hee-mae, who is less skilled, can be sent with Lang Lang, who is a self-proclaimed expert.

Since Yeom Hwi-yeong is Hyeon-gyeong, he is an adult on his own even if he is sent alone.

As I was chasing after the man-eater, who trampled the ground and quickly ran away, I suddenly saw something next to me that caught my attention.

Langrang managed to run side by side with Cheong, shoulder to shoulder, with a unique and bouncy walking technique.

“eng. Lang Lang. You mean left? I have to help weak Heemae.”

“I don’t understand Bon Lang Lang. Because you are the weakest person in the group.”

“eng. What do you mean?”

“Cheonhwageom’s arrogant gangster son is a master of Hyeongeung, and Cheonhwageom’s lecherous sister is at least a master of the late transcendental period. So, the gangster is in first place, the nympho is in second place, and Cheonhwageom is only in third place. Please refrain from worrying about others when it comes to your vulnerable subjects, Cheonhwageom.”

“En? Heemae is the best review?”

“It is also presumed that it is facing the wall of the flower landscape.”

“… … ? Hey, I guess you got it wrong.”

Cheong shook his head.

Hee-mae is a more expert than me. How in the world could something like that happen?

Nonsense. lie.

“But Cheonhwageom, please slow down. Why are you so quick on the topic of sewage? As Lang Lang sees it, he is increasingly overwhelmed. Lang Lang’s plan to save Heavenly Sword from danger and be rewarded with a grand banquet for three days is about to go to waste.”

“Hmph. If you want to follow me, please follow me.”

bang. A black mold, or rather, Pacheonmagi, explodes beneath Cheong’s feet, sending out rainwater spores.

The scene that 300 billion believers (including the believers of the Heavenly Demon Church, past and future) have longed for and admired in their dreams is the second coming of the Heavenly Demon using Chukjibeop.

In fact, if it is just a race to run at speed, all you have to do is be a gangster and keep pushing forward with enormous endurance and leg strength.

However, if you are a true expert in Gyeonggong, you need an even more outstanding ability: vision to see the way.

Cheong kicks off the ground and flies up, steps on the pole of the stall’s tent, climbs onto the roof tile, and runs.

Then, he quickly jumps, kicks the wall, lands on the roof of the building on the other side, and skips one building at a time, developing the maximum speed of Seomuncheong, a formidable flight of land flying skills.

So Cheong flew up, turned around twice and landed lightly on both feet.

Holding the end of the handle with one hand, the sword spins around and reaches towards the sky, and the senseless slash that splits space vertically suddenly feels like my hand.

A large sword entered the shoulder and exited through the crotch and hit the ground! Hit me hard

The blood demon, split in half, collapses, spilling out what is inside.

The blood demon, having witnessed the terrible end of his execution, falls on his butt and crawls back.

“Hey, go away! Get out!”

If it really had been turned off, the world would have been very peaceful.

Cheong smiles triumphantly, wondering how to dismantle this bastard in the best way, his bright face filled with cruelty.

You guys have to run away and end up on the palm of the Buddha, no, you have to fall under it to come to your senses.

Should I crush it? Good idea. Let’s do it right now.

It was the moment when Cheong raised his hand in the shape of the Tathagata’s hand.

Sigh! Cheong is startled by the strong force that suddenly grabs his ankle and ends up shaking.

“YC! What!?”

“Priest… … Run away… … .”

It was the wounded fighting spirit of a blood demon who had been cut in half.

With his remaining arm, he stubbornly grabs Cheong’s ankle and pulls his body towards him, then opens his mouth wide and bites Cheong’s calf with all his might.

However, it is Cheong’s self-defense power that burned the winter of the priestess and made an unusually warm love bloom that winter.

It’s barely enough for teeth to dig into.

To be able to bite into Cheong’s flesh, one must at least be able to use strong energy on one’s teeth, or, if I had to say it, at least sub-strong energy.

I was surprised for a moment.

what. zombie? Are there zombies in midfield?

Cheong is dumbfounded and amazed, so he bites the back of his ankle bone under his calf and looks down at the blood vessels hanging down.

I felt like I was being pressured into something like a refreshing massage…

“Week. foot smell. What kind of rotten oyster smell… … .”

Tendons protruded from Cheong’s forehead.

Coriander has no smell.

In particular, when it comes to the body odor of a coriander that has cooked fairy balls, it has a variety of scents, such as a subtle flowery scent, peach scent, etc., depending on how it is cooked.

Foot odor?

It’s not just rotten smell, it’s the smell of rotten oysters? Who is this bastard trying to pick?

“What is it? A dead bastard slandering others?”

“Week, wweek… … !”

Then, as if he didn’t have the presence of mind to answer, he ended up spitting out what he had managed to hold with half of his bloodless intestines.

Lady, so dirty. Cheong quickly took a step back and stabbed the blood demon in the back of the neck with his sword.

The blood demon hid his face in his own vomit, wincing. What, you won’t die even if you do this?

However, since the movement of the body has stopped, Cheong said that he will put this baby in and out of the sea water later and soak it in salt water.

Thanks to the tearful sacrifice of my brother-in-law, the remaining blood demons frantically move away from the putrid, stinking monster.

Nevertheless, the reason I keep looking back is because I am once again thankful for the death penalty that sacrificed itself for me, even though we were not that close friends.

It was then.

“Yap.”

A sudden, strange sound that did not sound like a fight, followed by a tremendous shock to the chest.

Langrang, who caught up with Cheong late with his unique and bouncy walking technique, laid down his body with his feet calmly together and kicked vigorously.

Cheong Oh, to the dazzling spirit that reminds me of my hometown! It was natural that they cheered.

Looking at the flying blood demon, Cheong firmly grasped the extra-large Moonlight Sword No. 10 with both hands and pulled it as if holding a club.

At that moment, four crescent moons floated on the ground, leaving traces in the air with the color of strength.

Wolnyeogeomgyeol’s eighth ceremony, Moonlight Infinite.

In the past, when it was a miserable peak, there were only three crescent moons, but now, if you want to mix in more seaweed, you can do up to six.

A blood demon with limbs cut off cleanly falls to the floor.

Cheong grabbed the blood demon’s chin and lifted it up, then looked around.

Because it is winter, it is a small street where open fires are placed everywhere.

Cheong cooks both shoulders on the brazier, then lifts them roughly again and drops their legless buttocks into the brazier.

It was a form of hemostasis similar to burning at the stake that only the best men among mankind would do.

“Ugh!”

“Be quiet. It is a therapeutic act. The patient cannot survive without stopping the bleeding. Unfortunately, you are now a eunuch. The dick is getting golden brown.”

“Ugh!”

The blood demon twists his body desperately, but how much can a guy without limbs twist?

Cheong, who has finally managed to stop the bleeding, grabs the blood demon and drags it to the floor as it heads towards the confluence point.

Suddenly, Lang Lang blocks Cheong’s path.

“Huh? Why?”

“Is there a correlation between this meaningless and extremely cruel process of incapacitation and what physical signs of excitement appear in Cheonhwageom?”

“No. What. I saw earlier that I was still alive after being cut in half, so I tried to grab the bleeding and drag him away. It wouldn’t be a waste of my time or effort to hold onto the blood vessels and stop each bleeding.”

“Why is that? Is it because the opponent is not a human but a monster? So, is it okay to feel pleasure in torturing people as much as you want?”

Lang Lang’s words make Cheong’s heart ache.

As if I had stepped on a downward staircase without realizing it.

Cheong tries to avoid his gaze, but Lang Lang’s attitude is firm.

Lady, I didn’t really want to think about it.

Cheong tries to summarize it as simply as possible.

“Hmm. First of all, it’s not because he’s a monster. Even if this thing had been a person and not some monster, it wouldn’t have been treated any differently. He’s a bad guy.”

“Bad guy. Bon Lang Lang is difficult to understand. People are creatures with two sides, sometimes good and sometimes evil. Good and evil are concepts that cannot be clearly distinguished. Nevertheless, by what standard does Cheonhwageom declare that the monster is a bad guy?”

“That’s right. If you are preying on innocent people, you are not a monster, but even humans are bad people. Why do I really need to ask that?”

“That monster is a monster called Bloodmaw. It cannot exist without eating people due to its insatiable appetite for human flesh. From the Blood Maw’s point of view, it is an unavoidable action for survival, but does that mean Cheonhwageom is still a bad guy?”

“There is a problem with eating innocent people.”

“Then, is the monster that only preys on guilty people a good person?”

Cheong stops at that.

Then he answers with a weak smile.

“If such a monster exists, at least I think it is very wonderful and unique. So, as a result, if a monster is beneficial and beneficial to the world, doesn’t it deserve to be loved no matter how much of a monster it is? At least give me some effort points.”