Sword God Reborn

Chapter 311 : I've been waiting

The shocking appearance instantly changed the atmosphere of the battlefield. Neung-heo's shout, which appeared after killing the King of Hell, spread throughout the battlefield.

"One-Eyed Serpent, Neung-heo!"

The Sword Empress and Gwak Yong's faces brightened.

Namgung Jo made a face that was hard to understand.

'Is this something to be so happy about?'

One-Eyed Serpent, Neung-heo.

His moniker and name were famous enough that even Namgung Jo had heard of them.

His appearance was also splendid. He had revealed himself while killing the King of Hell, an absolute master who had been pushing back the sect leaders of Huashan and Jongnam. It was truly dramatic.

But wasn't he not an absolute master who could turn the tide of this battlefield?

It was a sight that was hard to understand.

Not only Gwak Yong and the Sword Empress, but a look of joy spread here and there.

Of course, it was a clean surprise attack that was worthy of admiration.

But it was the result of the sacrifice of the sect leaders of Huashan and Jongnam, and if he had fought head-on, he would have surely been crushed.

'Why on earth?'

Why were they so happy? Was it simply because he was a reinforcement?

At Gwak Yong's following mumble, Namgung Jo's curiosity was resolved.

"If the One-Eyed Serpent has come, wouldn't the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero also have come!"

Neung-heo was Cheon Mubaeck's right-hand man. It was a well-known fact in the martial world. If Neung-heo had come, Cheon Mubaeck had also come. That reason soon changed the atmosphere of the battlefield.

The Heavenly Demon's expression became strange.

Even at the death of the King of Hell, who had been closest to him, he did not show any sadness or pity.

He still waved his hand with a languid look.

In an instant, an immense vital energy was emitted.

The direction was where the King of Hell had fallen, Neung-heo.

"You, damn it!"

Neung-heo was startled and dodged. But the Jongnam Sect Leader, who had already exhausted all his energy in holding down the King of Hell, could not dodge.

He turned into a pool of blood without even leaving a corpse.

Neung-heo's face turned pale.

"You bastard!"

The death of the Jongnam Sect Leader had a great impact. The Sword Empress, who had been close to him, was enraged and swung her sword.

The Heavenly Demon clicked his tongue.

"Old woman. Your energy is good, but it's time for you to go where you belong."

A black demonic qi billowed from the Heavenly Demon's body.

At the same time, the moment his foot took a step forward, the Sword Empress's figure, who had thrown her body, was slammed into the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.

An extreme supreme martial art that overturned the ground by putting internal energy into the footsteps.

"Heavenly Demon's Reigning Steps!"

Namgung Jo let out a painful scream.

Not only the martial artists who were watching, but even Namgung Jo and Gwak Yong felt their bodies tingle as an enormous internal energy flowed through the floor, spread through the air, and violently crushed and destroyed the surroundings.

Namgung Jo's face turned pale.

"To think it was this much..."

An internal energy that could not be resisted. Even the face of Gwak Yong, who had never been afraid of a fight, was miserably contorted.

"Wasn't he fighting with all his strength!"

His internal energy was boiling like crazy. It was not easy to calm it down. The Sword Empress had already suffered a serious internal injury, and Namgung Jo was also breathing heavily.

He had been terribly strong against the three of them, but he hadn't been pouring out all his strength? A sense of humiliation, more than surprise, welled up.

The Heavenly Demon's eyes turned to them.

"They say you are the number ones of the current orthodox path, but it was more boring than I thought. I'll have to put my hopes on the Sword Venerable and the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero."

A terrible sense of humiliation permeated his whole body at the Heavenly Demon's cold evaluation.

Namgung Jo's face contorted painfully. The Heavenly Demon did not care and turned his head. Neung-heo's body, who had received his gaze, hardened.

"Where is the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero?"

The dry voice felt like a snake crawling down his back, and Neung-heo was terrified.

'Damn it. He said he wouldn't be interested in someone like me.'

When Cheon Mubaeck had ordered him to intervene in the fight at the right time, he had been worried, but he had said it clearly. With Namgung Jo, Gwak Yong, and the Sword Empress there, did he think the Heavenly Demon would care about someone like him?

It was a plausible statement for Neung-heo to hear, so he had planned to just kill the King of Hell and to run away.

Why was he paying attention to him like that?

But who was Neung-heo?

Wasn't he a man of iron will who had not yielded even to the violence disguised as numerous duels against the great Cheon Mubaeck?

The black path man, Neung-heo, tightened his stomach, held his head up stiffly, and shouted.

"I don't know, you bastard sea anemone!"

"......!"

In an instant, a pale energy surrounded the area. Although the Heavenly Demon still had a languid expression, Namgung Jo somehow thought that his expression was twitching slightly.

Neung-heo said with his shoulders thrown back.

"If you're curious, look for him yourself, you idiot. Anyway, these bastards always ask where he is. Without even looking for him themselves. You bastard, don't you have legs? Don't you have arms? You have two perfectly good legs, but you're acting like that? So you're acting as the head of the demonic path? Well, if you were sane, you wouldn't be able to act as the head of the demonic path. Because you're a bastard."

At the truly extreme profanity, Namgung Jo's mouth fell open.

No words came out.

Even the Heavenly Demon was confused by the unexpected vulgar curse.

"Am I the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero's lackey? How would I know whether that gentleman is fighting, having a love affair, or taking a nap somewhere? And if you ask, ah! That person is over there! Do you think I'll say that? You don't think so either, do you? Seeing you ask the obvious, you're really stupid. Well, because you're stupid, you're just swinging your sword. You ignorant bastard."

Neung-heo was amazing.

Because he had made the Heavenly Demon's face, which had not changed its expression at all while fighting until now, show a faint anger.

The corner of the Heavenly Demon's eye twitched.

"Ah, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm asking because I'm curious, but it's a little sorry to just curse. I don't know where the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero is, but I know where the Sword Venerable is."

"......!"

At the words "Sword Venerable," the Heavenly Demon's eyebrow twitched.

Neung-heo, who had observed his reaction, grinned.

"He's coming now."

"......!"

At that moment.

All the senses of his whole body woke up at once and screamed. The Heavenly Demon, at the familiar sense of crisis, raised his head and opened his eyes wide. A distant black dot was expanding in an instant.

'A sword?'

It was a familiar sword. The Heavenly Demon's face, which had been calm until now, contorted for the first time. But in that contortion, a strange joy lingered.

"You've come! Sword Venerable!"

Yoo Baek-gi's sword exploded on the Heavenly Demon.

An enormous shockwave swept through the surroundings. It was an instant. Although the clash between Yoo Baek-gi and the Heavenly Demon was a moment, dozens of bouts were exchanged in an instant. The ground was overturned and a shockwave swept through the surroundings. An enormous vital energy clashed, and no one was even allowed to approach the vicinity.

Taking advantage of that opening, Neung-heo hurriedly fled.

The place where he reappeared was on a hill.

"Are you them? Are you the wolves that my lord mentioned?"

A group of people with distinctly different appearances looked at Neung-heo. Men with turbans, with only their eyes revealed. Their dry gazes held a vicious killing intent. It felt like looking at beasts in front of their prey, and Neung-heo's spine chilled.

He had newly realized who they were.

The Five Disasters of the Central Plains.

A disaster itself, which was said to bring a great disaster to the Central Plains if it showed itself.

The wolves who had opened their own martial world in the Great Desert and the grasslands, and who lived only among themselves.

"The Tengri called, so we came. Where is his will?"

Although it was an awkward but not difficult to understand clear Central Plains language, Neung-heo nodded his head.

"That gentleman is having all the hard work done by the guys below, and is playing with the woman he likes."

"..."

As the man's dry gaze fell on him, Neung-heo felt his heart freeze for a moment. He quickly waved his hand.

"Well, it's a joke, a joke. Anyway, what's your name, brother? I'm Neung-heo."

"In the Central Plains, the best warrior who receives the order of the Tengri has been called the Blood Wolf for generations."

"Well, that's a murderous name. My lord's order is simple."

"Speak."

"Beat them all up, those guys in black clothes. Without leaving a single one, all of them."

"I understand."

Neung-heo stealthily observed the Blood Wolf's sign.

The number of martial artists in the attire of the Great Desert nomads was five hundred.

Although it was a huge number, it was not that many troops in the place where this enormous war was taking place.

But there was not a single bit of fear. Rather, a hint of excitement was reflected.

"Will it be alright? Your brothers or family will be greatly injured."

"I am not afraid at all. Our ancestor served the Tengri, and for tens, hundreds, thousands of years, the Tengri has protected us. To follow his order is the most ecstatic glory of a warrior. Tell the Tengri that I am grateful that I can carry out the order in my generation."

"..."

Neung-heo made a dumbfounded expression. He thought of Cheon Mubaeck, who was somewhere.

'When did he criticize the demonic path guys for being fanatics, but he was the one who had his own followers.'

Well, he was a person who had lived through tens, hundreds of past lives.

It was not strange that he had his own forces who knew his secret.

Neung-heo nodded his head. His role was now to lead this battle, which was reaching its end, as much as possible as Cheon Mubaeck had guided.

The weight on his shoulders was also heavy. Neung-heo said with a hard face.

"I wish you good luck in battle."

"May the protection of the Tengri be with you."

The Blood Wolf led the wolves and went out to the battlefield, shouting.

"All the black guys, all of them, all of them, kill them!"

With the murderous shout, the wolves jumped into the battlefield.

* * *

The sudden participation of the wolves had an enormous impact.

Although the orthodox path was bewildered by the appearance of the exotic wolves led by the Blood Wolf, they did not hesitate to accept them as their own side the moment their blades were aimed at the demonic path.

The wolves, who were swinging their unique swords that were bent like a crescent moon and were letting out strange screams, were a huge variable.

The tide of battle was fluctuating.

The Heavenly Demon narrowed his brow as he exchanged swords with Yoo Baek-gi.

Unlike a military battle, a battle in the martial world tended to be decided by the fight of the masters.

Now, in the demonic path, the King of Hell and the Yaksha King had died.

In the orthodox path, the Jongnam Sect Leader had died, the Huashan Sect Leader and the Sword Empress were in a near-death state, and Gwak Yong had also suffered a great injury.

Four absolute masters had left the war.

Looking at it this way, it was the demonic path's victory by decision, but the situation was strange.

'Why are the wolves of the Great Desert hitting the back of the demonic path?'

He couldn't understand. Why on earth? The guys who had opened their own martial world in the Great Desert, unlike the Central Plains martial world. The guys who lived, opening their own sky. Why?

At the unexpected reinforcement of the orthodox path, the Heavenly Demon made a cold judgment.

The original purpose of this fight was to test them. There was no need to fight further and to wear down his forces.

So he decided to retreat.

The Sword Venerable and even the wolves of the Great Desert had come out. The orthodox path had now squeezed out all the strength it could. Since this much had come out just by testing them, if he reorganized his forces and had a decisive battle, the fight would be over.

The Heavenly Demon, who had decided so, swung his sword. Yoo Baek-gi instinctively felt it. The fact that the opponent was trying to get out. At the same time, two thoughts flashed.

'If this goes on, it will be as my master wishes.'

My master was waiting for the Heavenly Demon to come there. This was my master's intention.

But the second thought that came to mind was a little different.

'The Heavenly Demon must be killed by my sword.'

How long would he rely on his master? Apart from the bet he had made with his master, Yoo Baek-gi wanted to punish the Heavenly Demon with his own sword here.

So he poured out all his strength. But the fact that he had not thought of was that the Heavenly Demon was stronger than when he had fought Yoo Baek-gi in the past, and that this was also a trick.

The moment Yoo Baek-gi poured out all his strength and swung his sword, the Heavenly Demon's eyes flashed.

His sword danced in the air and created a huge vortex made of demonic qi.

The vortex swallowed Yoo Baek-gi's sword.

"......!"

Yoo Baek-gi's pupils, who knew what it was, shook violently.

"Return...!"

Yoo Baek-gi's vital energy, which had been swallowed by the vortex, rotated violently and then flowed back through Yoo Baek-gi's sword body.

At the peerless demonic art that returned the opponent's attack as it was, Yoo Baek-gi hurriedly withdrew his sword.

It was a good judgment and a swift action. The sword could not withstand it and was shattered into pieces.

If he had been even a little late, not only his arm, but his entire upper body would have been torn apart.

While he had retreated for a moment, the Heavenly Demon had quickly pulled his body out and was retreating.

Yoo Baek-gi bit his lip as he looked at the distant dot.

'In the end, is it as my master wishes?'

Did he have to leave the Heavenly Demon to his master this time as well?

Yoo Baek-gi, whose thoughts had reached that point, turned his head.

"Namgung Jo!"

"..."

Namgung Jo, who was having difficulty even standing properly with all his strength, looked at Yoo Baek-gi with a difficult gaze.

"I leave the cleanup to you."

"...And you?"

"I will chase after the Heavenly Demon to kill him."

"Are you mad? To enter the demonic path's camp alone?"

"If I can't kill the Heavenly Demon, and if they reorganize their forces and induce a final battle, we can't win. It's a certain defeat. So gather your forces as much as possible and prepare thoroughly. I will go and kill the Heavenly Demon somehow."

"Are you mad! What will you do alone! A monster that even I, the Fighting God, and the Sword Empress could not stick a single sword in, with what means...!"

"I am not alone."

"...?"

"My master is with me."

In an instant, Namgung Jo's body stopped as if he had been struck by lightning.

And he could not say anything and just stared at Yoo Baek-gi's back, which was getting farther and farther away.

Neung-heo, who was looking at the retreating demonic path's camp, hurriedly blew a horn.

It was the horn used by the wolves of the Great Desert. As soon as the sound was heard, the wolves who had been fighting like crazy all over the battlefield gathered without looking back.

The Blood Wolf, whose whole body was drenched in blood, came to Neung-heo's side with bloodshot eyes.

"What's going on? Since they are retreating, we should chase them."

"No, we will be at the place where the demonic path guys are retreating first."

"We're not chasing them from behind?"

"Yeah, there's a shortcut. Let's go into the demonic path's camp first and greet the guys who are running away in a hurry."

Neung-heo grinned. One by one, the stepping stones that Cheon Mubaeck had mentioned were being laid.

Neung-heo looked down at the Heavenly Demon and the demonic path and muttered.

"It's time to go to hell. You trash."

* * *

Cheon Mubaeck smiled behind his mask as he saw the demonic path returning to the camp one by one.

Just in time, everything he had been preparing was finished.

As per his stepping stones, the Heavenly Demon had returned to this place.

"Welcome to your grave."

Cheon Mubaeck muttered as he looked at the returning Heavenly Demon's face.

How many years had it been?

From the last Righteous-Demonic War to now.

Cheon Mubaeck had been waiting for this moment.

"I've been waiting."

It was time to end it.

(End of Chapter)