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There are two types of monsters passing by to the left and right of Cheong.

One is a group of monsters who turn their heads and scream and spin away as if they saw something they shouldn’t have seen.

And there was another group that didn’t avoid them, but looked somewhat afraid, and even bowed politely when they made eye contact.

Cheong’s eyes narrow.

Of course, the former was already woven in Gwangju.

Are the Blood Cult Demons afraid of the existence of Ximencheng?

When I thought about it, how did the blood cults plan to use so many demons?

No matter how much you try to control the demons who are gulping at their hearts and rolling their eyes, you won’t be able to distinguish them one by one, so there must be a way to select only the enemies of the blood religion and make them fight.

I was able to tell right away without having to use my brain, so I guess it was the presence or absence of a subservient mind.

The kind that runs away by widening the distance are probably the blood-maws I saw in Gwangju, and the ones that look at me blankly, wondering why they’re coming this way, are probably a different kind of heart-eating monster.

then? I’m good.

Cheong looked at Chang Sanya, the expert in the blood religion, and thinking that he hadn’t noticed yet, he quietly lowered himself and crouched down to hide himself.

In fact, there wasn’t a single corner that didn’t hurt, and it was because they were cut, stabbed, and beaten, cutting off the enemy’s breathing.

There are no medicines, bandages, or needles for the body right away, and it is not built to be very strong or susceptible to infection.

However, isn’t there a way to take immediate action against the damage suffered by the blood pressure that is being weighed down by the secretly painful Danjeon and the flow of bets?

Cheong quietly rules over the boiling bet.

It is a fortune telling event in the middle of enemy territory.

No matter how far you deviate from your goal, there is no such thing as a strong heart.

Meanwhile, the Sapa warriors are isolated like a round island, facing swarms of demons pouring in from all directions.

“Heart! Fresh heart!” “Just one bite! Let’s just have one bite!” “I’ll just taste it, please! I’m so hungry! I don’t know how much I starved!”

The blood-maws, full of poison, rush in without sparing themselves and lust for the heart.

As soon as the knife gets stuck, it willingly gives up at least one limb and rushes in, sinking its hand into the body and greedily taking the heart.

It was a disgusting sight to see them tangled together and even fighting to steal the heart, which made it even more spine-chilling.

It’s like the demons of hell who crave the heart and want to eat it more than their own lives.

He even jumped up and down, leaning on his comrade’s back and stepping on his head, a bold strategy of throwing himself through enemy lines. More accurately, it could be said to be an insane appetite.

The exchange rate between Safa warriors and Blood Cult demons is 5 to 1 and 6 to 1, but the difference in quantity is also the same.

If you simply look at the numbers, it may seem that Sapa Muin is desperate and will not be able to survive for long, but that is not the case.

The warriors who fall after being attacked by demons are all mere servants who have lost their level of skill.

Even though the number of Sapa martial artists is rapidly decreasing, it seems that they are being thinned out, leaving behind only the best experts.

Chang Sanya, the self-proclaimed subservient demon palace and the vice-chancellor of the food troupe, could not help but let out an uncomfortable groan.

It was a sight of the blood demons that had been made and collected one by one over twenty years melting away.

Completing the blood angle itself is not difficult.

If you feed ten hearts made with Dafa, it will be completed immediately. Once you feed a heart, you will have a blood poison that takes commands over appetite for ten days.

However, since their orders have become less and less effective since they were paid, they are unfinished products that have no immediate use for the blood cult that is still holding its breath and planning a great cause.

So, I put it to sleep with medicine and raised it in a state of suspended animation by reducing its food as much as possible.

They gradually learn how to suppress their hunger and appetite, and if you raise them for ten years, you will end up with real blood demons that imitate humans perfectly.

The male was bred with blood, and the female was made wild with the heart of an animal, and was used as a beast of prey, a slave, and a courtesan, so they are truly frugal pets.

How can we just watch the fruits of such efforts melt away in vain?

Chang Sanya glares at a point.

The target is the place where the damage from the blood demons is the most severe, the place where the fat guy and the skinny middle-aged guy are close together.

The fat guy is blocking the attacks of the blood demons with his bare body, and although his clothes are already torn and he is barely wearing his underwear, he is not hurt anywhere.

The skinny middle-aged man supported him and kept spraying blood-colored water. Anyone could see that he was a master of the Mil sect, and if he was hit on the head, his head would fall off, if he would be hit in the arm, his arm would fall off, and if he would hit his leg, his leg would fall off.

So, the corpses of the precious demons are just piling up, holding their ground firmly together with the warriors gathered around them.

And then suddenly I thought, wow, why are they fighting over there?

Where is that Cheonhwageom bitch going?

Changsanya quickly turns her head.

Oh my! Did you run away?

I wake up and my heart sinks.

The devil has already lost his daughter, but he also lost his enemy? Because it was obvious that that anger would come to me.

“Cheonhwageom! Where is that Cheonhwageom bitch? Find the Heavenly Fire Sword!”

The low-level blood demons, whose eyes have already turned back from hunger, do not even pretend to listen, but those with reason, as it is close to completion, do react.

To be precise, I just reacted.

Heavenly Sword? What is that? Are you eating it? Ah, a sword, is it a sword? A famous sword? Why the famous sword?

As the bright, innocent eyes turn towards their master, there is no way for blood demons who have just woken up from a long sleep to know what the Heavenly Fire Sword is.

“Damn it, Cheonhwageom! It’s the Heavenly Fire Sword! That bitch’s name is Seo Mun-cheong! Find that bitch Seomuncheong!”

Seomuncheong? Who is it? Are you eating it? Acquaintance? I do not know. you also? me too. Wow, it’s me.

Changsanya is pounding her chest in frustration.

You ignorant bastards!

“Just do what you do! Wipe out those Sapa bastards!”

Changsanya leaps up high, trampling on the hardwood floor and collapsing.

Chang San-ya’s body, which rose high in an amazing light, climbed onto the top of the building and from roof to roof, heading outward. Suddenly, a person appeared alone on the battlefield seen from above.

On one side, it’s a battleground with killings and killings and blood and flesh galore, but when you see a person sitting cross-legged alone on the outside edge, you can’t help but draw your attention.

At first, Changsanya was ignored.

I thought he must have died while sitting down.

There is no way for blood demons to ignore a beating heart while alive, so they would have died in that position.

A thought comes to mind after climbing over two roofs.

No. If a person was killed by a blood angler, the entire body would have to be torn to shreds and hacked to pieces. Given the blood angler’s appetite, which likes to eat blood and flesh, not just the heart, there is no way an intact corpse would be in the lotus position.

Crying, Chang Sanya’s feet shake off the tiles and come to rest on the roof.

So, when I looked closely, I couldn’t tell the original color of the clothes, and it was covered in blood, and that, that… … !

In an instant, Changsanya exploded.

Not only did you ruin the 20-year precepts by killing Mahi and hanging a bunch of Safa bastards, but now you calmly rule over the internal affairs as if fighting is someone else’s business? At this time?

“Four years!! Seomuncheong!!”

“Oh. I got caught.”

Feeling like he is about to explode, Cheong jumps up, grabs his gourd, and digs into the blood maws, unleashing a dazzling display of force.

The lower-level blood demons shuddered and scattered and escaped, and the rest were cut down without even being able to fight back at all, and it was only then that Chang Sanya realized the situation.

I, I, that bitch, have mastered the art of subservience!

That’s no small achievement, seeing as how the Bloodmaws can’t resist!

How can a bitch of a political faction call herself a female cooperative! Still abominable bastards!

Changsanya steps forward and is shot out like a cannonball, with the roof shattering to a crisp.

As Cheong splits into eight and runs away, boom! The dull sound of an explosion behind my back gave me a chill.

Because it brings back bad memories. Lady, I just hate babies falling from the sky.

And then, suddenly, a blood maw is watching Cheong who suddenly appears in front of him.

What is this kid looking at? Cheong cuts off the blood maw’s head and turns around.

However, since I don’t resist, it’s very awkward and I feel a bit-

“That bitch, that bitch is the Cheonhwageom! Oum, an, bahal-! Kill that bitch! No, don’t kill him, just break his limbs, cut him, cling to him, and get in his way! This is the highest priority order!”

Then, all the blood demons except the low-ranking ones turned at once and focused on Cheong.

“Mrs.”

I was just thinking about it! I heard you have a generous mouth!

“Break limbs!” “Do not kill the Heavenly Fire Sword, but hinder it!” “That bitch is the Heavenly Fire Sword!” “Break it!” “I cut it! ” “Me too!”

Blood maws flocking in all at once.

Just a little intelligence in your tone of voice? what? The guys who avoided me because they said they smelled were just heartbroken and didn’t seem like imbeciles?

Does intelligence decrease as a result of being a good listener?

Cheong takes a step, Shinnyeo Sword, Cheonnyeo Daejangbu.

An exciting straight line cuts the mine in half.

Although it was not a very old-fashioned method, it was also a herbivore that the Qing Dynasty used because it instilled fear in the enemies due to the cruelty in its hands.

However, the demon extends its blade between the separated comrades without any hesitation.

A demon strikes his wrist violently.

Okay! The broken blade grazed the demon’s cheek, leaving a long cut –

“Hard wrist! It won’t cut you!”

Cheong realizes it right away.

These bastards have lost their heads!

Fearless people listen well?

Cheong’s new form immediately splits into eight.

The blood maws also scattered in eight directions without delay, and as soon as Cheong appeared, he was hit on the back and stumbled, and at the moment he lost his balance, a blade stabbed his back thigh.

“Kwaaak!”

Cheong’s screams erupt, but the screams that come out when it’s just enough to hold on, such as ‘kkk’.

That’s because the thigh muscles compete for supremacy in the human body, both in name and reality, and Cheong’s thighs are the hardest part after the elbows, which are protected by Sosu Demon Gong.

“The thighs are also firm!”

“foot! Aim for the feet!” “I aim for the shoulders!” “I aim for the thighs!” “Hands!” “Upper arms!”

Cheong blinks, these bastards may act like imbeciles, but they are not even stupid!

Cheong spreads his blade again.

In front of the blade cutting diagonally, the blood maw spreads out its hand without fear, and it splits in half from the palm to the elbow and below the biceps.

Then, Mine’s left hand reaches out and grabs Cheong’s forearm.

“It hurts! But I caught it!”

It’s not that he can’t feel pain, but it’s a blood jaw that holds Cheong’s wrist tightly even after his right arm is separated in two.

In an instant, my shoulder is on fire, and the demon clings to the arm I was swinging for punishment. And then, because it was heavy, it hung on my leg, and then on the other leg, and I folded my arms and hugged it tightly.

Each one is nothing special, ranging from first-class to early climax levels, but the problem is that these guys who have no fear and do not give in to pain blindly follow orders.

“This bitch!”

Cheong turns around with his blood angle hanging on him.

Since I was wearing human-shaped shackles, my body felt sluggish, so I looked up and before I knew it, Gangi was right in front of me!

Cheong’s new form immediately becomes eight, and with four of them hanging from the arms and legs, the five new forms scatter, and Cheong crashes, scraping the floor with his face.

A fishy smell and an unpleasant water flowing down from the nose, pain squeezing the brain at the same time, an intense migraine that felt as if a needle, or rather a spear, was piercing the brain, even when I tried to open my eyes, the world was so thin, I couldn’t make out my impressions, ugh. I’m dying, heo-eok.

Even if I hung one person and used Neungpamibo, my head hurt, so I hung four people, so it was a natural reaction.

Wasn’t that a situation where a martial skill that was originally unusable was being exploited through expedient means?

Cheong stretches out his hand, grabs the hair of the Hyeolgaw hanging on his leg, and tries to pull it off.

Cheong, who was holding on with all his might, immediately changed direction and bent backwards. His neck vertebrae were suddenly bent, and only then did he lose his strength.

Afterwards, Cheong jumps up, twisting the hair of the guy hanging on his left foot, and flies up high in an anti-gravity walk.

“Flyed!” “Interrupt the Cheonhwageom!”

Blood maws jumping up and down.

What goes up comes down again. Cheong opens his mouth and stretches out his arms, leaving a footprint on the face of the blood maw!

As the Pacheonma energy rises from the Yongcheonhyeol of the soles of the feet, the head of the anglerfish is shattered and the blue sky rises again.

The right hand, which was heavy and had a weight hanging on it, made a fist and squeezed the side of the blood maw wrapped around the left arm.

Suddenly, Bloodmaw, whose body was cut open, uncrossed his arms and fell, and Cheong, who fell afterwards, swung his right arm wide and made Bloodmaw boom loudly like a mace.

Cheong, finally freed from the shackles of Ochedaesatisfaction, moves nimbly among the demons.

Concentrating solely on dodging, the strange bending of the joints of the Yu-Ryu Yeon-Yeon, the all-round surveillance of the awakening magic, and the flowing movements containing the tricks of the martial spirit, manage to avoid the ghosts.

I lean back and fall through it, my flaccid arms slipping as if I could catch them.

It runs between the enemy’s flanks, sometimes slips and falls through the crotch, and while running, it turns at a right angle and suddenly jumps backwards.

The ghosts collide, fall, tangle, and roll on the floor.

However, they are just in a hurry to avoid it.

That is, if the opponent is willing to die, no matter how much they attack, they will only show an opening, and they are blood maws who will even throw away their weapons and cling to the limbs of Cheong, which cannot be cut or broken.

“You bitch! Instead of running away like a rat, why don’t we step forward confidently?”

“You’re funny! Are you asking for life and death even from a rat? How can an old bastard who can’t even catch a rat talk shit to a young person!”

It’s a shame that every time Chang San-ya chases Cheong and sprays sword steel, the blood maw’s limbs fly up, otherwise he would have fallen into an endless game of tag.

But slowly, I feel dizzy and lose energy.

No matter how small and insignificant the wounds are, I’ve been running wild for over an hour and a half, so my arms and legs seem to be losing strength, and it looks like I’ve lost too much blood.

Did I drag you here for no reason?

I thought it was a clever idea that could instantly get rid of the blood cult and those damn new gong seekers.

No, how do I know there are hundreds of monsters piled up there?

Cheong grits his teeth.

Don’t be resentful, and don’t be weak.

It’s a choice I made, from evil to violence,

It was that moment.

“Cheong!! Get down! hurry! Seomuncheong!!”

A pleasant bass sound that hits your ears. Just with a desperate appeal.

Cheong reflexively throws his body at the voice that clearly points to him, grazing the floor –

—!!!!

Even the earth trembled, the entire building shook, shaking off the dust that had accumulated, and it was a vicious thundering sound that seemed to be the manifestation of a mighty force.

It was a roar that shook the heavens and earth, a huge explosion that went beyond the limits of sound and hit the skin of the entire body rather than just the ears.