Chronicles of the Demon Faction novel - chapter 14

Kwadeuk!

Broken window frames pathetically tumbled across the ground.

Papababak!

Instinctively, Xu Liang’s eyes, which rolled under the bed, saw feathers of strange colors, like red or blue.

‘A feather?!’

close by!!

I felt like my ears were about to fall off.

Hearing the grotesque sound of scratching the iron plate with the tip of his sword, he turned his head to where the sound came from.

His eyes widened as he found ‘something’ there.

‘100 million!’

Food Deok!

The violent flapping of wings obscured his vision.

Legs stretched out and claws at the tips were very strong. The fluttering wings were also very large, each one the size of a child’s torso.

The old man’s mouth fell open.

‘What kind of bird… … .’

… … Not!

“that?!”

Xi Liang’s eyes bulged like a cow’s.

Yes. It wasn’t a bird that suddenly broke through the window frame and jumped in and made his heart tingle.

“… … chicken?”

It is also a very large chicken. However, it was no ordinary chicken.

This is because an ordinary chicken cannot exude such power even after it dies and wakes up.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Eyes staring in this direction as they waddled over a short distance.

It is enough eye light to give a bird phobia to a child who sees a bird for the first time. The wildly shimmering blue eyes were comparable to those of a beast of prey.

Seo Liang was absurd.

“I’m being attacked by a chicken right now… … .”

For a moment he was speechless.

come and go.

I move one step to the side, but I hear the sound of stepping on the floor several times.

Parala Rock!

The menacing sound of flapping wings is also plentiful. It was a sound that could never be made with a pair of wings, wind pressure.

decidedly… … .

clumsy.

A chicken head with its neck upright and glaring at itself.

To the left and right of that head were two other heads that drooped.

The head of the head with a peaceful atmosphere to the extent that the word ‘sleep’ comes to mind when you look at it with your eyes closed.

Xu Liang, who had been staring blankly at the ridiculous creature, opened his mouth.

‘Six legs, three wings and three heads… … .’

What is this mutant Daegye (大鷄) that could be used as a minion of King Yeomra?

The rich feathers were shiny, and the claws on the floor looked hard enough to tear even an iron plate. When you look at the eyes that keep an eye on you even though you nod your head, you can’t tell whether these are human eyes or animal eyes.

Xu Liang felt dizzy at the sight of such a bizarre and gigantic mutant chicken, which was hardly divine.

‘What is all this… … Could this be a dream?’

It can’t be. It is called the best killer in the world and it is the body that took all kinds of legends. It is not the ability to confuse reality with dreams.

close up

Shih Liang’s eyes twitched.

A chicken scratching the floor and lowering its head. In those ferocious eyes, there was a very honest attack doctor.

‘shit!’

Xiliang hurriedly reached over the bed and grabbed a piece of the broken window frame.

Pretty dear!

At the same time, the chicken made a terrifying sound and rushed at it.

It was really great speed. It was like seeing a leopard running at its prey, not a chicken.

This is not the time to pursue things.

Xi Liang’s eyes flashed with fire.

‘Cheonra Yuktongsik!’

Geeeeeeing!!

The world around him slowed down.

* * *

Chunk!

Ma Dong-pil glanced back at his shoulder.

Dozens of weaponry in a huge sack. Even if it wasn’t enough to hear the sound of a rookie, it was something made by a craftsman with considerable skill.

‘This should be enough.’

He was inwardly puzzled.

‘But why do you need so many weapons?’

The personal details of the three Gongja were grasped immediately.

Originally, it was said that the Three Gongja mainly dealt with swords. He is said to be a powerful swordsman who has already formed a family as a swordsman, without losing delicacy and quickness in the process.

‘You never know. If I hold the weapon, I might be able to recall the memories of the past.’

So, I put four swords in each length. Considering the brutal past, I don’t know if it’s the right thing for Confucius to recover his memories… … .

‘no. Let’s not think like that. I’m just an escort for the Three Gongja. You can’t involve your personal feelings.’

He took out a small piece of paper from his pocket and held it up.

“There is enough drinking water and a month’s worth of food, such as dry food. There are plenty of clothes.”

Still, it’s fortunate that Hwanheewon (歡喜院) paid a lot of attention to me because I’m a three-gongja. Because Gojukrim is too bloody to live barefoot.

‘It’s fortunate that I don’t have to worry about daily necessities.’

Ma Dong-pil licked his lips.

‘As expected, he’s not a simple escort warrior.’

You can’t even bring a handmaiden with weak martial arts. Because sooner or later I’ll die. I don’t even deserve to leave other things and enter Gojukrim.

In the end, it was entirely up to him to take care of the Three Gongja.

‘I might be better off alone. I don’t care if I’m in charge of it rather than leaving it to someone else… … .’

tall.

Ma Dong-pil’s steps stopped for a moment.

“… … .”

The wind blew.

From the inside of the old bamboo grove, bearing the thick scent of blood.

His complexion suddenly turned pale.

Faaaaang!

The surrounding bamboos swiped past at the impatient movement of the body.

Ma Dong-pil exclaimed.

“Confucius!”

A booming voice.

Considering the danger of Gojukrim, you shouldn’t even shout like this. This is because the sound with internal energy spreads all over the place.

But Ma Dong-pil forgot even that. That wasn’t what mattered now.

“Confucius! Confucius!!”

Paaang! Faaaaang!

how long did it run

Before he knew it, he saw Seongjukwon, which was used as the residence of Gojukrim.

The stone walls of Seongjukwon were smashed, and the window frames of Confucius’ room were shattered as well.

‘this!’

Wow!

In an instant, Ma Dong-pil jumped over the stone wall and his eyes were bloodshot.

“Confucius! where… … .”

“I told you to call me Gongja.”

Papabak!

At the leisurely voice, Ma Dong-pil briefly stepped on the air and slowed down.

“oh? Are you good at it?”

Charleureuk!

He quickly threw away his weapons and looked at the yard.

There, the bloodied Xu Liang was sitting on a bench and waving his hand.

“Are you here?”

“Go, Gongja-nim?! Are you okay?”

“Seo Gongja.”

Xi Liang’s face looked extremely tired.

Ma Dong-pil, who was about to approach him in a hurry, hesitated.

A bloody, huge bird was lying on the bed next to it. Broken window frames, as well as pieces of tea cups and pickaxes, were embedded in the body of the bird.

“… … Prostitute.”

“Do you think that is the name of this chicken head?”

“Ah, yes. Anyway, from the wound… … .”

“It’s not my blood.”

“yes?”

Ma Dong-pil, embarrassed, raised his eyesight.

‘… … .’

Really. Xu Liang’s body was stained with blood, but except for a few scratches, he was perfectly fine.

Even if his complexion was pale, perhaps because he was exhausted, it was a good trade to survive against that grotesque bird.

Ma Dong-pil couldn’t help but be astonished.

‘how?’

I know that Xi Liang is in very good health.

But that’s only for ordinary people, i.e. ordinary people. You have to have a little bit of inner strength, but isn’t that the amount that is worse than not having it?

“… … Did you catch it by yourself?”

“Then, who else is here besides me?”

That’s right. So I couldn’t believe it any more.

The level of danger of prostitutes is equivalent to that of leopards. It is said that such a bird of prey was only beaten by a healthy person.

Looking at the traces, it seems that the prostitute even went on a surprise attack, so wouldn’t that make even more sense?

“Mr. Ma.”

Dongpil Ma looked at Seoryang.

flinch!

In an instant, my back felt damp and my hamstrings numb.

It’s similar to the glow in his eyes when we started talking to each other in two days. No, Seo-ryang’s eyes, which had become more gloomy as he smelled the scent of blood, were more ferocious than at the time.

A subtle murderous intent cast in the transparent eyes.

Ma Dong-pil swallowed his saliva.

‘Those eyes… … .’

This feeling of being overwhelmed by the gaze was similar to when I saw Lord Hobeopwonnim and Daehobeop.

No, in some ways more. I felt dignity from Lord Hobeopwon, but I felt more primitive ferocity from Samgongjanim.

It was as if a knife would be stabbed right into my throat.

As if this was my true self, it gave off a terrifying presence.

“I need an explanation. How you know this chicken head, what kind of place this place called Gojukrim is, everything.”

Ma Dong-pil closed his eyes tightly.

I never had the courage to see Confucius.

“This place… … .”

Ma Dong-pil, who had difficulty opening his mouth, began a brief explanation.

Gojukrim.

A natural Marim that has existed since before the Heavenly Demonic Church was established.

It is a place where bamboo trees with incomparable wooden energy grow, and the air is as good as that. This is because the spiritual energy concentrated here is thicker than any famous mountain in the world.

What is curious is that the aura does not spread to the surrounding area, but rotates and turns only within the realm of this bamboo forest.

Spiritual energy circulating inside the bamboo forest is concentrated over time, and the concentrated spirituality enriches the clean natural spirit.

And, during those far-off years, Young-gi, who grew up in the bamboo forest, did not stay simply as Ki.

“Thanks to the concentrated spirit energy, not only wood energy but also earth energy were amplified. That’s why the bamboo here is toxic thick and strong.”

“Does life seem very short?”

“You saw it correctly. As such, the growth rate of bamboo shoots is several times faster than ordinary bamboo. This is how the forest is maintained. and… … .”

“and?”

“Some of them have strength beyond just growing thick and strong.”

Xi Liang’s eyes shone.

“Are you saying it’s going to become a rare herb?”

“To be precise, it is both poison and elixir. The spirit energy is so thick that the human body cannot survive without going through dozens of processing processes.”

Ma Dong-pil lowered his head.

“More than half of the madan (魔丹) made by the main school is made based on bamboo harvested here, in Gojukrim.”

Xu Liang opened his mouth like a crucian carp.

“what? So you’re saying you can mass-produce elixirs?”

“That is impossible.”

“why?”

Ma Dong-pil looked down at the bloodied prostitute.

Xi Liang’s eyes also moved after him.

“Most of the bamboos that can be used as medicine are concentrated inside. The problem is the existence of the spirits and ghosts that guard the place.”

“… … Is that what these guys are?”

“That’s right. Although it is the weakest entity.”

“A weak entity? Are there stronger ones out there?”

“The courtesan is the lowest entity. Also, among the identified individuals, even a medium-level monster is strong enough to deal with the ultimate master.”

“… … !”

Ma Dong-pil sighed.

“So, twice a year, Daehobeop and other high-ranking officials of the school stop by to collect spiritual bamboo. The deepest part of Gojukrim is dangerous enough for them to be nervous.”

“I see.”

“Of course, it’s not very safe here either. But it is the safest place in Gojukrim. Now is not the time for prostitutes to run wild, but my arrogance prevented me from protecting Confucius.”

Ma Dong-pil, who concluded his words calmly, knelt down.

“Please kill me.”

“It’s okay, wake up. All you have to do is do well in the future, man.”

“… … thank you.”

“What is gratitude? By the way, is this a dangerous place?”

Xu Liang, who was shaking his head, suddenly realized something and blinked his eyes.

wait for a sec?

“Then, teacher… … Why did you bring me to a place like this?”

“… … .”

“… … Shit?”

Ma Dong-pil’s face became awkward.

“I am disrespectful to the teacher… … .”

“shut up!”

“Yes.”

Xu Liang’s face turned red with anger.

It’s like a gomtang that won’t be enough even if you do this! Didn’t you just put it inside, but drove it to death?!

Who commits treason?! What did I do so wrong, you crazy fiend!!

rumble.

“… … .”

For a moment, a strange silence ensued.

Seo Ryang and Ma Dong Pil’s gaze collided in the air.

“Mr. Ma.”

“Yes, Confucius Seo.”

“Do you have a kettle?”

“of course. But why is the pot suddenly… … ?”

Xiliang looked down at the dead prostitute.

Ma Dong-pil, who tilted his head, froze as he realized what he had realized.

“Raise the water and pull out some bamboo shoots. I do the cleaning.”

Seo Liang ate his appetite.

“Let’s talk about the rest while we eat.”