Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 517

The frontline struggled to escape.

But there was nowhere to retreat. The formation, which had become narrow because they rushed in unison, did not give them a chance to escape.

“Argh! Move! Get out of the way, you bastaaaaaards!”

“Get out of my way!”

Horrified, they couldn’t see anything.

Grabbing the shoulders of the comrades, pushed others towards the Demonic Cultists, trampling and jumping on top of the comrades.

Those who tried to jump.

Those who were petrified.

Those who retreat in fear.

The army, which had been moving perfectly for one purpose, was twisted instantly and began to tangle into a mess.

“Ca- Calm down! Come to your senses! What the hell are you doing!”

“Don’t turn around! Damn it, don’t turn around!”

The unit leader, who had been mixed in several places, shouted to control the situation somehow, but it could not work for those facing a fear they had never experienced before.

“Get out of my way, you bastard!”

“Aaaaargh!”

They pushed other with all their might, tearing the formation apart. They even turned the sword’s edge to their ally, which was supposed to be directed at the enemy.

Indeed, it was chaos.

There was no other way to explain the situation otherwise.

The fear emanating from those who saw ‘that scene’ with their own eyes was instantly contagious. Even those who couldn’t see the scene because they were at the rear were frightened and blinded by the fear evident from their comrades.

In the midst of confusion and chaos, the Demonic cultist’s nails penetrated fiercely.

Kagagak!

The man’s body was split and torn with the sword he couldn’t let go of.

They couldn’t deal with the Magyo even if they were facing head-on, but the result was already obvious as they turned their back.

The eyes of the Demonic cultist glistened with madness. There was no hesitation in the movement that pierced the enemy’s hearts who had turned their backs and pierced the enemy’s hearts with their Claw Energy.

In the midst of this, the mantras they constantly recited in a low voice further stimulated and inflated the fear of the Ice Clan warriors. The mantra, murmured in a horrifying voice, seemed to be everywhere.

“Hi- Hiiiik!”

The warrior of the Ice Clan sank to the spot.

The Claw energy sticking out of the colleague’s chest clutched a heart that had just been pulled out.

“…….”

Blood from the steaming heart soaked his face.

“Ah……. Aaah…….”

Those who hold a sword are always in contact with death.

They, too, have lived their life thinking that they are prepared for their own death. But the vivid death they encountered before their eyes made them realize how loose the idea was.

“…….”

The crotch of their pants was wet.

‘These guys aren’t human.’

Humans can’t do this. It is impossible to kill people so brutally unless they are Asura who has climbed up from the Path of Asura (수라도(修羅道)).

“Heu… Heuhu….”

Pook!

But fortunately or not, they didn’t have to suffer from fear for a long time. A person whose head is crushed as a whole can’t feel fear.

The Demonic cultist, who crushed the Ice Clan warrior’s head, opened his mouth and laughed at the other warriors who dared not breathe. As soon as they saw the Demonic cultist’s blood-soaked teeth, their hearts sank as if it was stopped for a moment.

“Heavenly Demon Advent …….”

A low mantra leaked out of his mouth, which would be hard to hear if they didn’t listen carefully.

“Blessing for All Demon.”

The Demonic cultist caresses his face with his hands.

It was unknown whether he was removing blood from his face or applying blood from his hand to his face.

The Ice Clan warrior could not understand or interpret the behavior of such a Demonic cultist.

In other words, it is an unknown territory to them.

The incomprehensible evokes fear.

“There is no land for the unbelievers to live and breathe. Our mission is to purify the land where the Great One will descend.”

The Demonic cultist lit up their eyes and quickly rushed toward the warriors of the Ice Clan, bursting with a loud laugh.

Yosa Hon trembled with astonishment.

As he was at the back of the line, he could not properly see the massacre taking place on the front line.

But he can tell. He had no choice but to know.

The pure white army, the symbol of the Ice Clan, charged, like a huge wave crashing into the white sandy beach.

However, dark red foam began to splash as soon as it hit the white sandy beach. A spray of blood flew, and the white waves broke terribly and turned red.

“This…… This…….”

His beard trembled.

It felt like the blood was getting cold.

Ten times numbers?

That was an illusion. At least at this moment, it has no meaning.

No matter how many sheep there are, they can’t do anything about the one wolf that’s dug in between.

At this moment, the warriors of the Ice Clan were only one sheep, and those Demonic cultists were like wolves, or even more, unknown beasts.

‘This is Magyo….’

He didn’t know a thing.

Even though he ran into them several times, he never understood what kind of place the Magyo was or how crazy they were.

Of course, it wasn’t Yosa Hon’s fault.

Who could have imagined that those gloomy and quiet people would change to such an extent that they would reveal their teeth?

Magyo.

A fearful and dreadful being. A creature that causes fear.

Yosa Hon belatedly understood. Why stories about them have been told only in obscure and superficial language.

It was not a sight that could be put into words.

No eloquent speaker or historian could explain Magyo in words or writing.

It was Yosa Hon’s mistake not to know it, and it was the Ice Clan’s mistake.

Yosa Hon was now trembling like an aspen tree.

His head turned white and he felt dizzy.

“Ah…….”

His eyes flickered wildly, mixed with fear and confusion..

“E- Elder-nim!”

“…….”

“Elder-nim! Please give me an order! We have to do something! Elder-nim!”

As the situation reached its worst, more and more people called for Yosa Hon. But he remained as stiff as a stone statue, unable to say anything.

His white lips twitched.

“Elder-nim, you need to wake up! Elder-nim!”

True courage is revealed when everything falls apart.

The Ice Clan warrior almost lost their reason, but there were definitely people among them who preserved the spirit of a martial artist.

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way! You little bastards!”

“Heuaaak! Euaaak!”

Like mad waves, they pushed their way through their comrades, who were also retreating in panic. He could see the gruesome corpses of his colleagues who were thrown out.

Udeuduk.

Blood trickled down from his bitten lips.

‘These fiends.’

Words are useless.

Those who are once discouraged cannot be calmed down with any words. The only way to turn them around is to show they can fight the enemy.

Pook!

Shoulders collided with each other.

The warrior of the Ice Clan, who gritted his teeth and stepped forward, put all his strength into the sword.

“Heuuaap!”

And he took advantage of his colleague’s collapse and stabbed with all his might.

Puuk!

The warrior opened his eyes wide.

The sword he stabbed stuck in the Demonic cultist’s stomach.

He was more confused since his simple attack succeeded more easily than he expected.

But. At that moment.

The Demonic cultist who slowly raised his hand clad in Claw Energy grabbed the blade of the sword stuck in his stomach.

Then he looked up and stared at the warrior of the Ice Clan.

‘……Smile?’

The face distorted like a demon was creepy and bizarre, but what appeared above it was…… a clear smile.

Chaeng!

The blade of the sword held in the Demonic cultist’s hand was broken.

The warrior, who had stabbed the sword with all its strength, staggered from the recoil.

Dopssok.

The Demonic cultist reached out and grabbed him by the neck.

“Keugh!”

The Ice Clan warrior’s body, which had been struggling as the hand that choked him tightened as if the enemy was about to break his neck at any moment, gradually hardened.

While staring at the warrior of the Ice Clan in his hand, the Demonic cultist pulled out the sword stuck in his stomach with his left hand.

“… … A bug-like guy.”

Puuk!

Then he pierced the Ice Clanw warrior in the heart.

Puuk! Puuk! Puuk!

The dozen or so cuts that followed in an instant turned the upper body of the Ice Clan warrior into a rag. The Demonic cultist trampled on his skull as soon as he threw the breathless body to the ground.

Kwadeuduk!

The devastation could be seen with the naked eye.

The warrior’s courage was certainly excellent. But his courage eventually made his colleagues even more frightened.

The Demonic cultist wiped the blood from the wound on the stomach with his hands. There was thick blood on his fingertips.

As if to confirm the red blood to everyone, the Demonic cultist stared straight ahead again with a nonchalant face. And he began slaughtering with the same momentum as before he was wounded.

Nothing changes even if he gets hurt. Even though he’s obviously soaked with red blood.

What that fact brought to the Ice Clan warriors was despair itself.

It’s collapsing.

The dark clouds brought by the Demonic cultists were dyeing the pure white castle black.

“…….”

No one was able to open their mouth easily.

The disciples of Mount Hua Sect, who were looking down through the two small windows, stiffened from the shock, and only tense breathing rang out from time to time.

Ttuk.

Sweat from the tip of Baek Cheon’s chin permeated the floor.

It wasn’t just Baek Cheon who was sweating.

They were confident that they had passed through many hells, but they had never seen a hell like this. The faces of Mount Hua’s disciples were as white as paper.

“……Sa- Sasuk.”

“…….”

When Tang So-so opened her mouth with difficulty, Baek Cheon bit his lips without saying a word.

‘Is this Magyo….?’

Now he can understand.

What Chung Myung meant with his word.

Indeed, they wouldn’t understand without seeing it themselves. It was natural that they couldn’t understand this sight without feeling it with their own body.

‘That’s not a human being.’

It wasn’t a matter of being strong and weak.

Even if the Demonic cultist’s martial art was low enough for Baek Cheon to cut them down with his sword, the horror that had crept into his chest wouldn’t have diminished in the slightest.

Chung Myung said that all of the Demonic cultists were crazy.

There is nothing wrong with that remark. No, they just couldn’t be expressed with just such words.

“Amitabha ……. Amitabha. Amitabha ……!”

Hye Yeon keeps chanting. Anger was smeared at the end of his word, which began with stiffness and bewilderment.

He closed his eyes tightly with a white face, which was so pathetic that it was hard to look at.

“How… How can a human……!”

Yoon Jong also gritted his teeth with a shiver.

“Sahyung. Calm down.”

Jo-Gol grabbed Yoon Jong by the shoulder and tried calming him down. But Yoon Jong’s anger didn’t dissipate easily.

“… … A human being can’t be like that. Humans shouldn’t be like that!”

Even so, the Ice Clan warriors’ bodies that had turned to porridge were still increasing.

There were only about 50 people.

An insignificant number of Demonic cultists were literally trampling and devastating the Ice Clan that had stood for hundreds of years.

It was only now that he could clearly understand the reason why not only the Righteous Faction and Evil Faction, but even the Great Outer Clans had to join forces to stop Magyo, a mere religion.

And why does Chung Myung tremble whenever the name “Magyo” comes out.

The screams of those fleeing in terror.

The final screams before the body is torn apart.

How could this not be a sound coming from hell?

“Amitabha.”

Hye Yeon assumed Banzhang stance and chanted.

“This kind of hell shouldn’t unfold in the human world. This shouldn’t happen. This… … .”

He tried to say something more, but he kept his mouth shut. It was difficult to handle the swirling emotions.

“Sahyung.”

Yoo Iseol, who had only kept silent, opened her mouth.

“It’s collapsing.”

“…….”

That’s right. Baek Cheon could see it clearly in his eyes.

The warriors of the Ice Clan, who had lost their fighting spirit, were running away in fear.

“What should we do?”

When asked by Tang So-so, Baek Cheon turned his head and looked at Chung Myung.

‘Not yet?’

That is of course. It hasn’t been long since he started meditating.

“… A little more. Let’s wait a little longer.”

It was the moment Baek Cheon bit his lips.

From the top of the wall, a person could be seen leaping aloftly.

A battlefield where there is nothing left but blood and death.

A man wrapped in a bloody black robe walked lightly as if he were taking a walk on the ground that had been stained dark red by the torn corpses and spilled blood.

Like an Asura walking on a demon’s land.