Chapter - 522 Episode 522, let me remember you from now on. (2)

The butler frowned.

'You're weak.’

Seeing the complete collapse of the bingo, it felt more like a scratch on the inside than a pleasant one.

In the first place, there was never a time when I thought that a bingo would be a match for the religion. But now his sight was more pathetic than I thought.

"This is what happens to those who have not whipped themselves in peace."

Of course, the true enemy of the Church is not the North Sea's whores, but the bungles of that middle ground. It would be a great illusion for them to think of the old file room and Shinjuopae in the central area as the same category just because they are so insignificant.

There was still a lack of power. Yet

'Heavenly Demon재림.'

The Butler clasped his fist slightly.

Heavenly Demon Adventure Manmaangbok.

How much hope is there in that brief statement?

If Heavenly Demon were to come, he would wipe out all those mean villains in the midfield and blow the skies open.

In order to do so, it was necessary to retrieve the ice sheet.

That day

When the day of Heavenly Demon's resurrection comes, not only the humble unbelievers but also the apostates who laugh at the believers for losing faith will burn forever in the flames of purification.


The butler, who clenched his fist, raised his voice.

"The slow ones! Hurry up! The bishop is waiting for us to return!"


It was just then.

I don't know what to do.

Feeling a subtle sense of incompatibility, the butler's head turned upward.

'......what is it?'

I'm sure now…….

I could see some of the congregation climbing up the wall.

In addition, nearly ten people have already entered through the perforated wall.

But what's the problem?….

The eyes of the Butcher, who was looking there with his eyes slightly open, suddenly grew bigger.

It was clear that something was blooming like a cloud through an open hole.



Soon after, the marchers, who had pushed inside with a loud blast, bounced out.

The eyes of the Consul were filled with suspicion.

Not all those who bounced out were victimized. There are definitely people who fall unconscious, but more than half of them flew back to avoid the opponent's attack.

But the fact has further embarrassed the Butler.

Back off?

The bridge doesn't know how to retreat.

To step down while dealing with those poor unbelievers is, in a way, even more a disgrace to those who serve Heavenly Demon.

But not one or two, but four at the same time?

What the hell is going on in there?….’

Fortunately, the question quickly resolved.

This is because a group of fighters stormed out of the place in unison, following the horsemen who bounced out.

The Butler's eyes shook.


The tip of his sword, which jumped from the front like a bijo, was radiant in the moonlight. It was as intense as if it could be seen in both eyes.

I don't know exactly why, but for a moment I couldn't take my eyes off it as if my soul had been taken away.


After swinging his sword once, he began to be shot down like an arrow. At the same time, a blood-red flower-like sword began to bloom at the end of his sword.

"…plum blossoms?"

The Butler's mouth opened unknowingly.

Chung-Myung, who wound the fluttering petals, went down and down, spinning down and down.

The men who climbed the wall rose in awe, but the fluttering plum blossoms penetrated their bodies without giving them any slack.

Whoo! Whoo!

A horseman with a pierced carotid artery held his hands to the neck, which was spewing blood like a waterfall. But only that, he couldn't do anything about his falling body.Whoosh!


Climbing up the wall fell to the ground one by one, and Chung-Myung, who was flying plum swords, landed right next to it.

Like this.

Round and round.

As soon as he got off, Chung-Myung, who grabbed the sword as a reciprocal, lowered his body slightly. The way he looked at the cramps and forced his body to rise was so cool.

"This bird……."

Whoo! Whoosh!

"Amitabha Buddha."


But before Chung-Myung could say anything, Hye Yeon, who blew her Baekbo card in Ho Gong, landed gently beside him.

Hye Yeon's expression on the face of a demonized demon was elated. Then, looking at Chung-Myung's face, he scratched his head awkwardly.

"What's wrong?"

"……No, you did a good job.

Oh, good job.

It's a problem because he's so good.

After those two, Hwasan's disciples landed in unison.

Chung-Myung, who confirmed that everyone had come down, stepped forward without saying a word. No more words were needed.

"Get out of the way, you bastards! It's disturbing!"

When Chung-Myung shouted out, the ice-paneers, whose faces were blue, stepped aside. I didn't understand the situation, but I could instinctively see that I shouldn't block the front of that heavy-handed man who is running in a brutal mood.

As the road opened, there was a clear view of the marchers in black suits.

Their blood-soaked and muttering words were simply evil, but Chung-Myung swelled with joy and laughed.


Chung-Myung, who spread the ground rough enough to break, immediately narrowed the distance between them.

Then he throws a sword. No, I was going to.

But even before his sword was stretched out, a sword sticking out just to the side of his face quickly poked into the magan.

Kakao Talk!

A demon who blocked the sword but could not overcome the power eventually stepped back a few steps.


Baek Cheon, who stabbed the sword before Chung-Myung, once again broke out and attacked the Magitans persistently.

"You son of a b*tc*!"

Chung-Myung's eyebrows were slightly wobbly, as the Magitans gritted their teeth and recited.

A rookie?

'Well, that's true.….’

Oh, my god!

The sword wielded by Chung-Myung quickly cut him off. A magi, who had long scars from his chest to his stomach, distorted his face and stepped back again.

"You're not a little boy to ignore!"


Baek Cheon shot up into Ho Gong, scattering plum swords. The red plum blossoms preempted where Chung-Myung had to go and first made the opponent's hands and feet dizzy.


Chung-Myung, who was unknowingly excited, giggled and rushed forward.

"You bastards!"

A demon with blood in his eyes waved his hand roughly. The black tension from the black hands flew in a devastating shape as if it would burst Chung-Myung's head at any momentarily.

However, Chung-Myung did not even give it a look, but thrust the sword into the heart of the Magitans in front of him.


The Kagaga River!

A sword swung like light from behind naturally bounced off the tension that flew into Chung-Myung.

Softly, and sleekly!

Yoo-Esul, who deflected the tension with minimal force, emitted a scintillating sword with his cold eyes.


With a keen sword flying as if it were splitting its body, the marchers quickly flew from side to side to avoid it.

But it was never a good choice.

Lachate! Lachate! Lachate!

Because the rain of Dang-Soso, which was quickly released from behind Yoo-Esul, was relentlessly tracking them, scattered."This……."

"Like a leech!"

At that moment, a strong rebuttal popped out from behind Chung-Myung.

"The black hair is you!"

"Hit it!"


In an instant, Yun-Jong and Jo-Gol, who jumped over Chung-Myung's head, scattered plum blossoms and attacked the marchers who destroyed the camp.

There was no hesitation, no hesitation.

All they had left in their eyes was a firm determination.

The swords of the two fell sharply to the heads of the marchers.



Chung-Myung grinned and ran forward like a bolt of lightning.

"You're excited, guys!"

Oh, my god!

Chung-Myung's sword, along with the sound of ripping the atmosphere apart, divided the body of the embarrassed Magyo diagonally.

Whoosh! Whoops!

The blood from the cut soaked Chung-Myung's whole body, but Chung-Myung didn't blink.


A cut-in-the-heart demon screamed and rushed at Chung-Myung. The scene of half-cutting his heart and continuing to rush into it was bizarre.

It was a situation where anyone could not help but be startled.



Chung-Myung put a sword in the neck of the demon who rushed in without hesitation.


Crunch! Crunch!

It wasn't just him. He cut off the wrist full of the energy of the black meat, and cut off the knee. Then the last day, the sword struck the neck of the fallen demon.


The severed head spun and soared to Ho Gong.

A sword that doesn't shake an inch.

Sword without hesitation.

Chung-Myung's performance felt stronger than usual.

When Chung-Myung met an opponent who could only open a sword to kill his opponent, he began to run wild like a fish in water.

"Inno omg!"

Unlike when they faced the Bingoes, the marchers lost their composure and gave up their anger. But Chung-Myung attacked and bit them like bloodthirsty wolves.


Chung-Myung's sword was embedded in his sharp hand. With a finger that was cut off in an instant, the province plummeted to the floor.


After cutting off his wrist, the sword, which moved violently, cut his shoulder.


The sword, which briefly blocked the opponent's movement by stabbing his stomach, was pulled out in an instant, engraving deep stab wounds on both thighs.

It was impossible to rush any further after being ambushed.

"처, Heavenly Demon재…….”

Chung-Myung's knee was poked into the lower jaw of a faltering horseman.


With heavy drinking, the tattered body flew back with blood.

"Tell me again! As long as the baby is fine!"

Chung-Myung fired fire with his eyes and ran in a formidable manner. Baek Cheon responded without missing his move.

"Come on!"


The eyes of Baek Cheon, who was running out, were greeted by bingguks who watched with astonishment.

'Yes, it's surprising. I'm surprised, too.’

There is no difference between the marches they fought against a while ago and the people that Hwasan's disciples are dealing with now.

But now, Hawsan's disciples were fighting and not feeling any pressure.

The depression that had been tightening the heart and the fear that had made the body shake disappeared as if it had been washed away.

All that's left is a sense of height and full confidence that keeps boiling.

Just the fact that Chung-Myung was in the lead was full of energy and confidence.

Only one absolute master changes the game on the battlefield.

Only then did Baek Cheon find out why the word came out. It was never understood by anyone who had not experienced it in person.Kagagagagak!

Chung-Myung's movement, which cuts his opponent with a sword and stabs him in the neck, felt more aggressive than cheerful. It was scary to imagine what he would look like now.

Baek Cheon cried out to the death penalty following him.

"Don't let me do this alone! We are Hwasan!"

"Yes, Sa-suk!"

"Of course!"

Hwasan's disciples raced competitively, followed by the roar of Hye Yeon's disapproval.


As the opponent's neck flew away, hot blood was scattered over Chung-Myung's face. Licked his lips, he twisted the corners of his mouth. Life poured out from the glare of my eyes.

'That's a strange feeling.’

Doing this terrible thing again, I felt a subtle familiarity and longing. The smell of blood and death poking my nose. Hot blood soaked in the body and bodies cooling cold everywhere.

It's a sight that I used to get sick of.

At that time, he lived through this battlefield. Killed and killed and only moved forward.

But if there's anything else...….


Chung-Myung kicked the demon's knee, blowing up all the miscellaneous thoughts in his head.

The opponent's knee was bent upside down with the sound of the bone crushing, lowering his posture. Just enough to blow your throat.

So there is no reason to hesitate.


He cut his opponent's throat in half and kicked the missing body and exhaled a hot breath.

Yeah, even then...….

It wasn't that different back then.

It's just....

Chung-Myung bent his knee slightly. His eyes shone horribly, covered with flesh and madness.

He hit the early of the man who was rushing again. A lightning-like sword stabbed the opponent's upper arm and shoulder to fully open his upper body.

Chung-Myung, who neutralized his opponent, tried to pass him by as if it were natural.


The old habits came to mind as I kept thinking about the old days. Even though it is no longer the same.

Surprised, Chung-Myung clenched his teeth and tried to lift the sword again.

But then.


A white sword flew from behind his back like a vision and was embedded in the heart of a demon whose upper body was open.



Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide.

For an instant, Han Cheol-gum, who dug into the opponent's heart, overlapped with the vision of the plum sword he had seen in the past.

Death penalty!

With a longing voice passing through his head, Chung-Myung looked back unknowingly.

Baek Cheon, who clasped a sword in his opponent's heart, was looking at him.

As if there was a problem.


There is no familiar face.

Not the face I missed so much.


Chung-Myung tightened his hand holding the sword.

Then he bit his lips and looked forward again without saying a word.

'Don't worry, you idiots.’

There are people here who support me without you.

Chung-Myung, who pressed lightly around his eyes with his hands without a sword, soon revealed his white teeth and looked at the person far away.

"That bastard is the head! I'm ready to die!"

"Got it!"

Finally, Chung-Myung, who captured the Butler, became the light and moved forward.

Flowers always fall.

One, if you endure the barren winter, the plum blossoms again.

Hawasan's plum blossoms are in full bloom in the North Sea.