Chapter 190 – Meeting (4)
What was she thinking about?
Hong Yeon-hwa’s expression hardened coldly.
Among the things she had seen so far, the atmosphere was so brutal that she reflexively reached out her hand towards her small lips.
Squeeze.
She slightly raised her fingertips and scratched them as if to soothe them, and her momentum subsided a little.
She continued to stroke Hong Yeon-hwa’s hair and read the materials again.
– The dispute between Samaryeon and Ungga over leadership has ended. Although a considerable number of casualties occurred on both sides, most of them were revived as ghouls.
Could ghouls be made so easily and in such large numbers?
-Ungga used ghouls to attack the prisons in Gwangdongseong, and Samaryeon made local officials in the provinces surrender.
The Thousand-Year Ghoul still uses its strength as if it were alive.
The military officials are fighting, but they will not be able to defeat the twelve or thirteen Hwagyeong masters.
-In the end, all the prisons in Gwangdongseong and its jurisdiction were captured by Ungga, and all other areas were under the rule of Samaryeon.
The Gwangdongseongju died, and the forces that resisted until the end were scattered throughout the city with him.
Ung Mu-yong, the lord of Ungga, proclaimed himself the new emperor and declared the salvation of the Sung Empire, while Masungcheon, the lord of Samaryeon, declared that Samaryeon would become the new ruler of the martial arts world.
-Was the title of Samaryeonju Bloodthirsty Black Horse? That name fits them well. They are crazy.
Their ruling style is so irresponsible and vulgar in claiming to become a new sky.
Those who do not listen to their words are killed or have their limbs cut off without hesitation.
There is no such thing as a taboo here. As if it were natural, they persecute the common people.
Is it because they can replace the labor force of the living with ghouls? Or is there another reason? Ungga is also turning a blind eye to this.
No, on the contrary, the slaves of the living in Ungga are taking the lead in making the common people slaves.
Men die for fun, and women become sex slaves or training materials for the Black Horse.
There are too many madmen. There are too many bastard sons who need to be beaten to death.
-There were also mercenaries in Gwangdongseong, the headquarters of the Sabamurim. Many factions that had been living in nearby villages could no longer tolerate the massacre and rose up.
But they had no power even though they had a will. Everyone died. Everyone without exception.
Those who had a rank of Ilryu or higher among the dead became ghouls without exception.
And with their hands, they destroyed what they wanted to protect.
Since then, they have shown an example so that no one would even think of resistance.
-People died, and they were replaced by dogs and wolves.
Chapter 190 – Meeting (4)
What were they thinking?
Hong Yeon-hwa’s expression turned cold and hard.
Of all the things she had seen so far, the atmosphere was so brutal that she instinctively reached out to her small lips.
Squeeze.
She slightly raised her fingertips and scratched them as if to soothe them, and her momentum subsided a little.
She continued to stroke Hong Yeon-hwa’s hair and read the materials again.
– The dispute between Samaryeon and Ungga over leadership has ended. Although a considerable number of casualties occurred on both sides, most of them were revived as ghouls.
Could ghouls be made so easily and in such large numbers?
-Ungga used ghouls to attack the prisons in Gwangdongseong, and Samaryeon made local officials in the provinces surrender.
The Thousand-Year Ghoul still uses its strength as if it were alive.
The military officials are fighting, but they will not be able to defeat the twelve or thirteen Hwagyeong masters.
-In the end, all the prisons in Gwangdongseong and its jurisdiction were captured by Ungga, and all other areas were under the rule of Samaryeon.
The Gwangdongseongju died, and the forces that resisted until the end were scattered throughout the city with him.
Ung Mu-yong, the lord of Ungga, proclaimed himself the new emperor and declared the salvation of the Sung Empire, while Masungcheon, the lord of Samaryeon, declared that Samaryeon would become the new ruler of the martial arts world.
-Was the title of Samaryeonju Bloodthirsty Black Horse? That name fits them well. They are crazy.
Their ruling style is so irresponsible and vulgar in claiming to become a new sky.
Those who do not listen to their words are killed or have their limbs cut off without hesitation.
There is no such thing as a taboo here. As if it were natural, they persecute the common people.
Is it because they can replace the labor force of the living with ghouls? Or is there another reason? Ungga is also turning a blind eye to this.
No, on the contrary, the slaves of the living in Ungga are taking the lead in making the common people slaves.
Men die for fun, and women become sex slaves or training materials for the Black Horse.
There are too many madmen. There are too many bastard sons who need to be beaten to death.
-There were also mercenaries in Gwangdongseong, the headquarters of the Sabamurim. Many factions that had been living in nearby villages could no longer tolerate the massacre and rose up.
But they had no power even though they had a will. Everyone died. Everyone without exception.
Those who had a rank of Ilryu or higher among the dead became ghouls without exception.
And with their hands, they destroyed what they wanted to protect.
Since then, they have shown an example so that no one would even think of resistance.
-People died, and they were replaced by dogs and wolves.
The men realized that Samaryeon was lenient towards the likes of them, and they began to actively and viciously join Samaryeon.
A family, who had been robbed of their belongings and food, knocked on the door of a small official, hoping for a meal.
Although they had surrendered to Samaryeon, he was just an ordinary small official, not a member of Samaryeon.
But in that short time, they had become beasts.
For the reason that they were annoyed, they raped the wife in front of her husband, made the children run away, and threw a spear at their backs, enjoying the hunt.
When the husband finally bit his tongue and took his own life, they threw the bodies of the husband and child to the surviving wife, telling her to be happy that they had food.
I could only watch. If I had intervened, everything I had hidden so far would have been in vain.
But is this really the right thing to do…?
The martial artists in Gwangdongseong were going crazy at an abnormal speed. Maybe I am too.
-The moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived. Ungga and Samaryeon had started to gather their strength in one place in preparation for the upcoming war.
Luckily, I was able to watch it from afar.
About a thousand Ilryu martial artists.
About a hundred Jeoljeong martial artists.
About thirty Chojeljeong martial artists.
Seven Hwagyeong martial artists.
About five thousand ordinary gangsters.
About a hundred and thirty Jeoljeong-level gangsters.
About fifty Chojeljeong-level gangsters.
Seventeen Hwagyeong-level thousand-year gangsters.
It wasn’t accurate since I had only estimated it from afar.
I hope this information is valuable.
I hope it is worth as much as the pain of the brothers who infiltrated and lost their lives, andthe suffering of the innocent people caught in the middle of this madness.
Hong Yeon-hwa put down the materials and looked up at the man in front of her.
He was a man with a muscular build and a rugged face, but his eyes were sharp and intelligent.
“What do you think?” she asked.
The man leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
“It’s worse than I thought,” he said. “These people are animals.”
Hong Yeon-hwa nodded. “We need to stop them.”
The man smirked. “And how do you propose we do that?”
Hong Yeon-hwa leaned forward, her eyes flashing with determination.
“We infiltrate their ranks,” she said. “We gather information, we find their weaknesses, and we exploit them.”
The man raised an eyebrow. “And what if we get caught?”
“We won’t get caught,” Hong Yeon-hwa said firmly. “We’re too good for that.”
The man chuckled. “You’re right. We are the best.”
Hong Yeon-hwa smiled. “So, are you in?”
The man stood up and walked over to her, his eyes gleaming with lust.
“I’m always in,” he said, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her in for a rough kiss.
Hong Yeon-hwa moaned as he bit her lip, his hands roaming over her body.
She knew that this was just the beginning of their mission, but for now, she let herself get lost in the pleasure of his touch.
As he pushed her back onto the desk and began to undress her, Hong Yeon-hwa couldn’t help but think that this was exactly what she needed to prepare herself for the carnal and vulgar world of the martial arts underworld.
The events unfolding in Gwangdong City are shocking. But what’s even more shocking is the power of Ungga and Samaryeon.
The number of Cheonnyeon Gangshi was already expected, but I never thought there would be so many Gangshi below them.
It goes without saying that if you’re in the same realm, Gangshi are stronger than living people. They don’t know pain or fear, and as long as their heads don’t get smashed, they can move around just fine.
Surprisingly, Ungga and Samaryeon were just as powerful as the combined forces of the Wulin League and the Royal Palace.
An old man in tattered robes, clutching his prayer beads, spoke up.
“Namu Amitabul…even at this moment, weak mortals are suffering. Instead of being surprised, why don’t we think of a plan?”
The others nodded silently.
Seeing their reaction, Nosung smiled faintly and looked at Hong Yeonhwa.
“Binseung is Hyegwang Sunsa. He’s in charge of the Sangrimsa. You said Cheonma…how many of the Hwagyeong Gangshi can you face?”
“Hmm, I’ve faced Gangshi once before. They’re definitely more tenacious than living people.”
Answering the question, Hong Yeonhwa frowned and tapped her foot on the ground, her legs not touching the floor.
She seemed to be deeply focused, so I withdrew my hand that was stroking her head.
“Mmm…”
Immediately, Hong Yeonhwa reached out and casually placed my hand on top of her head.
But this time, no one laughed. Hong Yeonhwa’s expression was too serious.
As I gently stroked Hong Yeonhwa’s head, she lifted her head after a while and came to a conclusion.
“I can guarantee victory against up to twelve people from the Hwagyeong’s Muin. However, if the opponent is a Gangshi, it would be around eleven to twelve.”
“With the Wulin League and the Geumuiwi, fortunately, the number of Hwagyeong experts is not lacking.”
Daeyoungban nodded with relief, but Mumyeongmaengju shook his head.
“It’s not something to be relieved about. Similarity may lead to defeat. Plus, they can turn corpses into Gangshi, so if it becomes a long-term war, it will be our defeat.”
“But we have hwafos, don’t we?”
“Hwafos are undoubtedly powerful, but if they’re at the peak of Muin, they can easily avoid or deflect the shells.”
“Isn’t that only possible in a small-scale battle between a few people? This is a war. Thousands of people are killing each other. We’re surrounded by enemies, so it won’t be easy to deal with hwafos.”
“Hmm… Daeyoungban’s words make sense. However, as I mentioned earlier, we should consider that the enemies can turn their fallen soldiers into Gangshi, so their strength may be greater than what we see.”
“Mengju is right. I never thought Ungga and Samaryeon could produce so many Gangshi… I’ll request the King for reinforcements.”
“Yes. It’s not enough that Cheonnyeon Gangshi are already overpowering the living, but they can also create Gangshi through complex rituals… Who could have imagined this?”
Daeyoungban and Mumyeongmaengju sighed in unison. Hearing their conversation, the old man with prayer beads spoke up in a trembling voice.
“I have something to add about that matter.”
“Hmm. As expected of Mosanpa. Did you already figure out what Ungga did?”
“Regarding Cheonnyeon Gangshi, I still don’t know how they can control so many Gangshi at once, but I think I know how they produce them in large quantities.”
The old man’s face twisted in disgust.
“Sacrifices.”
“Sacrifices?”
“Didn’t we say that even the lower-class Muin and commoners are dying? They use their corpses as sacrifices to simplify the ritual.”
“That means…”
Daeyoungban’s mouth hung open, and the old man nodded.
“Many people lost their lives due to Samaryeon’s lustful desires, not just because of his evil deeds. To them, commoners are nothing more than cattle to be slaughtered for their needs. If they can’t uproot us at once, they’ll replenish their forces with more sacrifices and come at us again.”
Damn, these guys…
They weren’t just bastards, they were great bastards.