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But those present here were no ordinary martial artists.

Disciple of Mount Hua, Red Dog of Myriad Man Manor, and elite of Black Ghost Fortress. Each confident that they were second to none in the world, at least in terms of experience in combat.

They are skilled in battle and murder and used to seeing sharp blades darting towards their throats. These were individuals who would never lose their composure against any foe, as tempered as renowned swords.

Yet, even in such a scene, there should have been no wavering…

Something strange happened.

All these battle-hardened individuals showed clear ‘agitation’.

The elite of Black Ghost Fortress who had dyed Gangnam’s night with fear retreated without even realizing it.

Even the Red Dogs, who would dive into the fires of hell at Jang Ilso’s command, shuddered slightly.

There was obvious discomfort and subtle fear on their faces.

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Evil Tyrant Alliance held half of the world in its hands, and among them, handpicked and carefully selected elites. Such people cower against an enemy that is only 100 strong?

Even if they were the person who hated Evil Tyrant Alliance the most in the world, it would be something they would scoff at. But that unbelievable scenario was unfolding right here.

“Ugh….”

A faint groan escaped someone’s lips.

These were individuals who wouldn’t even groan when a knife was planted in their throats, yet they couldn’t keep their mouths shut just by the sight of someone approaching. It was like an uncontrollable scream from the soul, irrelevant to the level of their training.

Even the disciples of Mount Hua, who had dealt with Magyo, held their sword handles tightly with pale faces.

Baek Cheon bit his lower lip tightly without realizing it.

“Sasuk….”

“…Yes.”

Baek Cheon answered without needing to hear the rest. It felt like he knew what was to be said.

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“…It’s different.”

It felt like sinking into a deep swamp, feeling as if the entire body was being dragged down. The energy they gave, the atmosphere they emitted, and their very existence seemed to gradually stifle their breath.

It was distinctly different from before.

The cultist he encountered in that cold land, the North Sea, also plunged Baek Cheon in fear. But the sensation he felt at that time was never this intense. Even Baek Cheon had become much stronger since then.

The impression they gave off… didn’t seem humane.

Would it feel like this to see the gates of hell open and demons pouring out all at once?

It wasn’t merely about the strength or the might of their martial prowess. Just their existence alone was enough to make the living recoil.

‘This is the real Magyo.’

Baek Cheon thought while biting his lips tightly.

Now he thinks he understands why Chung Myung called the bishop of the North Sea a half-hearted cultist, and why he criticized the cruel cultist who followed the bishop of the North Sea for being clumsy.

His body was telling him. These cultists were far more dangerous than any he had known before.

Kwadeuk! Kwadeudeuk!

Every time the approaching Magyo’s cultists stepped on the scattered corpses, a horrifying sound echoed. Mount Hua’s disciples trembled. The sinister noise, laden with countless meanings, reddened their eyes.

Rather than simply approaching, the black-clad group was rampaging across the blood-stained ground, soon beginning to emit dense clouds of dark demonic energy.

The moment everyone, including Mount Hua’s disciples, gritted their teeth, the speed of the running cultists suddenly began to noticeably decrease.

A doubt flashed through everyone’s eyes. Why would those who seemed ready to attack at any moment suddenly stop there?

Most sensed suspicion from this scene.

However, a few saw something entirely different.

Jang Ilso, watching Magyo with interest, made a chilling sound of rings rubbing against each other.

The group he led was the Red Dogs. These were his creations, meticulously trained from the best selected from Myriad Man Manor, yet even they couldn’t move in such coordinated discipline.

‘It’s bizarre.’

From the point of view of Jang Ilso, it was a sight that deviated from common sense.

Can you imagine starved tigers, their eyes turned upside down by hunger, waiting in line with their food in front of them?

Those consumed by murderous intent should be uncontrollable, for murderous intent exists outside the realm of reason.

But, strangely enough, even though they spew out terrible murderous intent and hatred, they are completely controlled. It was baffling how such a thing was possible.

‘Fanaticism…’

It seems as if everything contained in those one words has melted into them.

The number of cultists dressed in black martial attire and covered with black masks right below their eyes was only one hundred. However, that sum of a hundred never felt small.

At that moment.

Step. Step.

Among the cultists who seemed to have no particular distinction, one person slowly walked out.

Step. Step.

The person in the center slowly looked from left to right at Mount Hua and Evil Tyrant Alliance, who were wary with stern faces, and then slowly pulled down the mask that covered his face.

“Filthy apostate….”

His eyes were filled with intense disgust and contempt as if he were looking at something filthy. Those under his gruesome gaze instinctively bit their lips lightly.

“Heavenly Demon did not give unbelievers like you the right to live and breathe.”

His voice spread thickly through the air.

“But, He is also immensely merciful. Even to the foolish, His mercy is impartial.”

His voice was as devout as if he was delivering a sacred mantra.

“Anyone who realizes their sins even now and is ready to sacrifice everything to Heavenly Demon, come forward. He will forgive your sins.”

“Hm?”

The first person to react to the words was, of course, Jang Ilso. His eyebrows furrowed as if he was very displeased.

“Forgive sins?”

“….”

“Who? By what qualifications?”

Kkararak.

The sound of Jang Ilso’s rings clashing resounded harshly.

“Who dares absolve me of my sins? You? Or maybe…”

Jang Ilso paused for a moment, and an alluring smile appeared on his red lips.

“Is it Heavenly Demon or something you believe in, the man who died a hundred years ago?”

“You… You!”

The eyes of the cultist who had been speaking calmly just a moment ago were filled with an incredibly murderous intent.

“I should tear your mouth apart and grind your flesh for dog feed! How dare you defile His name with your filthy mouth!”

However, Jang Ilso remained calm and composed even in the face of such enormous murderous intent.

“Aah. Of course, my mouth isn’t exactly clean. I know that too.”

He casually waved his hand, soon followed by a blatant sneer.

“But at least I’m alive. Isn’t that right? A dirty survivor is better than a cleanly dead man. Your Heavenly Demon would probably be envious of me in hell.”

“You puuuunk!”

The cultist was now unable to control their anger and even their hands shook.

“How dare…”

He covered his face again with the mask he had pulled down. As if it was terrible to even breathe the same air with these apostates.

“You filthy unbelievers, how dare you not even know your place and just show your face in front of the doctrine and insult the Great One?”

The cultist’s eyes became increasingly bright with madness.

Even Red Dogs, who had experienced many madmen and villains in Evil Sects, felt a chill before this gaze. It was a madness so strange and alien that it could hardly be attributed to a human being.

“…I will kill you!”

The cultist shouted, blood rising in his neck.

“Kill! Kill! I shall erase the traces of these filthy unbelievers from this world. I shall tear their flesh, grind their bones, pull out their tendons, and scatter their blood!”

It was more of a curse than a determination and more of a prayer than a curse.

As soon as the blood-vomiting cry ended, the cultist lined up behind him and rose up with a thick momentum.

“I will cut you off without leaving a single piece of flesh and make you food for beast! How great is the wrath of the cult against those who dare insult Heavenly Demon…”

But soon, a cold voice cut off the prayer-like rants.

“Damn, bastard really has a filthy mouth.”

The cultist slowly closed his mouth. Then he turned his head and glared at the speaker. A flicker of murderous intent passed between them.

Chung Myung didn’t care at all and spoke again, cracking his neck from side to side.

“I don’t necessarily want to agree with the crap from Evil Setcs bastard but…”

Chung Myung glanced back at Jang Ilso and smiled.

“Well, it’s not entirely wrong. A crazy person with make-up is better than a bastard with his head cut off, right?”

“You….”

“And so.”

Seureureung.

Chung Myung slowly drew his Dark Plum Blossom Sword from its sheath. The infinitely sharp edge of the sword was aimed at the cultist.

“Stop babbling and come at me. Since when did Magyo start fighting with their mouths, I wonder.”

The cultist glared at Chung Myung without saying a word.

A brief silence.

Even though he was just keeping his mouth shut, his appearance, filled with madness, was even more chilling than when he was cursing furiously.

The cultist, who had managed to control his boiling anger, finally spoke. A chilling voice spread.

“You… among all here, you will die a particularly painful death.”

“Ah, that….”

Chung Myung smiled crookedly.

“That’s something I hear quite often.”

“….”

“But how long should I wait?”

Kuuuuung!

As soon as Chung Myung finished speaking, the cultist kicked on the ground. The solid ground was crushed and dug up like mud.

“…All the unbelievers here!”

A huge voice burst from his mouth.

“Don’t leave even a single one alive! Kill them all!”

“The Second Coming of Heavenly Demon! Myriad Demon’s Advance!”

The tremendous shouts of the cultists rang out. The cultists, barely controlled by the leash of faith, had now torn off their restraints.

As if the uniformity they showed just a moment ago was a lie, they charged forward emitting a red bloodlust.

“Keuaaaaak!”

Beast-like screams filled the air.

The cultists, who could not overcome their anger even though they were running a short distance, were anxious to grab and pull the one running ahead and rush in even a little faster. They roared as if they were going to bite their comrade’s neck.

“Sasuk!”

“Yes, they’re coming!”

Baek Cheon gritted his teeth as he stared at the unfolding madness. And he took a step forward.

“Get behind me! Don’t separate from the Sahyung next to you!”

“Yes!”

Baek Cheon finally let out a cry boiling up from within.

“Show these beasts that Mount Hua is the natural enemy of Magyo!”

A loud shout came from the mouths of Mount Hua’s disciples.

It was the moment that marked the beginning of a massive battle that would later be known as the Hangzhou Demon Calamity (????(杭州魔禍)).