Heavenly Inquisition Sword Novel - Chapter 270
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Chapter 270: Aren’t You Afraid of the Law?
In the Vermilion Bird Division, there were twelve people who were not armed with swords.
They were the sorcerers of the Demon Exterminator Division.
Six of them had been there from the beginning, but the others were recently incorporated.
Among them was Yi Hwaseon, a forty-year-old who had joined as an additional sorceress.
However, this was just a facade; in reality, she was a member of the Secret Council of the Sage of Heaven and Earth Alliance.
Her sole mission was to report the activities of the Vermilion Bird Division to her superiors without any filter.
Although it was said to be for evaluating the merits of each division, the real purpose was internal surveillance.
This was one of the changes that emerged from integrating the evil faction into the Sage of Heaven and Earth Alliance.
Hidden among the bushes, Yi Hwaseon observed the burning Five Peaks Mountain and shook her head.
“This is madness.”
Setting that enormous mountain on fire just to fight against the Yoomyung Cult?
Not even during wartime would something like this be done.
“Did she say it would rain by nightfall? She’s crazy.”
No matter how skilled the Heart-Reading Solitary Flower was, predicting that was impossible.
If the leader were not the Sword Emperor Namgung Byeok, those words wouldn’t have carried any weight.
The Sword Emperor had finally made an emotional decision instead of a rational one.
“The damage to civilians will be enormous…”
Even if they achieved a small victory, in the long run, it would be detrimental to the Sage of Heaven and Earth Alliance. With this fire, they would surely earn the empire’s displeasure.
While she lamented the situation, a group of warriors emerged from the smoke.
They were members of the Yoomyung Cult.
The eyes of the experts from the Vermilion Bird Division and the Human Division glinted like those of a beast that had found its prey.
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The Demon Warrior Ok Gyeseong turned his gaze towards the sound.
On a branch thinner than a pair of chopsticks, a young man in his twenties was sitting, swaying as if grinding rice.
“Who are you?”
“Were you the one who set the mountain on fire?”
“Damn it! Aren’t you afraid of the law?”
From behind Ok Gyeseong, his subordinates shouted.
But despite the noise, none dared to step forward.
His eyes were fixed on the thin branch where the young man was sitting.
Such an impressive martial skill!
The young man, Yeon Jeokha, stopped moving.
“Afraid of the law? Are you hungry?”
Responding with a play on words, the members of the Yoomyung Cult were momentarily perplexed.
Joking in a situation like this?
It was obvious that he was either extremely skilled or insane.
But it seemed to be the former.
Though he was alone, the twenty members of the Yoomyung Cult shrank back.
Unable to bear it any longer, Ok Gyeseong took a step forward.
“Who are you? Were you the one who set the mountain on fire?”
“No, you were the ones who started the fire. You were roasting a dog and caused the blaze.”
Yeon Jeokha spoke as if he had seen it.
Ok Gyeseong realized that the young man was trying to blame the Yoomyung Cult.
“Crazy. Do you intend to blame us? You’ve chosen the wrong enemy. I am the Demon Warrior Ok Gyeseong…”
Before he could finish speaking, Yeon Jeokha moved his hand.
Suddenly, the sword he wore at his waist shot out towards Ok Gyeseong.
Sshh-.
With the sword flying towards his chest, Ok Gyeseong dove to the ground.
“Ah!”
The sword pierced one of the Yoomyung Cult members behind him and then ascended to the sky.
Rising quickly, Ok Gyeseong saw the sword spinning in the air and murmured.
“Sword Control Technique?”
The Sword Control Technique was considered exclusive to the top ten masters in the world.
No one but the top ten could achieve such skill.
‘Yeon Jeokha?’
Ok Gyeseong’s eyes moved rapidly.
Yeon Jeokha was the arch-nemesis of the Yoomyung Cult and the nightmare of the Demon Warriors.
Only the Great Demon Generals could face him.
Losing the will to fight, he only thought of fleeing.
The members of the Yoomyung Cult also recognized the young man after his single technique.
“It’s Yeon Jeokha!”
“Yeon Jeokha!”
Relying on Ok Gyeseong, the members of the Yoomyung Cult fled like locusts.
Some, in their panic, even ran back into the smoke-filled mountain.
Yeon Jeokha did not pursue them.
He focused solely on Ok Gyeseong.
The sword that spun in the air fell again towards Ok Gyeseong.
Terrified, Ok Gyeseong blocked the sword with all his might.
Clang!
With a resounding noise, his saber was repelled backward.
The force made his torso lean back.
Yeon Jeokha’s sword plunged into his exposed chest.
Thunk.
Ok Gyeseong looked incredulously at the sword embedded in his chest.
He never thought something like this could happen to him.
As the shock of the situation subsided, the unbearable pain hit him.
“Argh!”
Instinctively, he tried to pull out the sword.
But although he managed to grasp the hilt, he lacked the strength to withdraw it.
The weight of his hand caused the wound to widen, increasing the pain.
As he trembled, Yeon Jeokha approached.
Looking at him with a complex expression, Yeon Jeokha withdrew the sword.
Immediately, Ok Gyeseong’s torso was soaked in blood.
“Why us…?”
Trying to speak with an expression of injustice, Ok Gyeseong fell silent, unable to continue.
His body collapsed.
After a few moments of spasms, his chest stopped moving.
Crack, crackle.
Ok Gyeseong’s body began to contort, and his clothes tore apart.
Yeon Jeokha took a step back and responded.
“Why? Because someone has to stop this. Someone has to put an end to it.”
Soon, a monstrous ten-foot (approximately 3 meters) tall creature, with red skin, rose.
It was an Infernal Fiend.
With skin as red as lava, cracked, and black smoke emitting from the crevices.
“Grraagh.”
It emitted a chilling sound, like a rabid dog about to bite.
The Infernal Fiend lunged at Yeon Jeokha with lightning speed.
It tried to crush him with its hands.
Boom!
The sound of two rocks colliding echoed.
But Yeon Jeokha was faster.
Leaping into the air, he changed his position using the Nine Divine Dragons Turning technique and gathered his energy.
The Infernal Fiend turned its head towards Yeon Jeokha.
At that moment, a ray from the Technique Beam of Fragmented Swords descended from the sky.
Crack!
The crown of the Infernal Fiend’s head caved in, and unknown fragments flew everywhere.
The blow was so powerful that the Infernal Fiend could not move.
Yeon Jeokha didn’t let the opportunity slip by.
Diving down, he executed the Nine Heavens Supreme Swordsmanship.
Crack!
Yeon Jeokha’s sword sank deep into the crown of the Infernal Fiend’s head.
The fatal blow gave the Infernal Fiend no time to react before it died.
Sshh.
The ten-foot body turned to ash and scattered.
Sighing deeply with a somber expression, Yeon Jeokha returned to his original position.
Sitting on the swaying branch, Yeon Jeokha nodded.
He couldn’t ignore Ok Gyeseong’s question: “Why us…?”
Why was he doing it?
Yeon Jeokha reflected on why he was killing the Demon Warriors.
It wasn’t for revenge.
He was grateful they had destroyed Waryong Manor.
For him, the fall of Waryong Manor was divine justice.
Although his father’s corpse had been desecrated, he had no emotional attachment to it, so he could endure it.
It wasn’t revenge against the Namgung Family either.
He had no special relationship with them at the time.
In fact, he developed affection for them while pursuing the Demon Warriors.
“Ah, whatever. Who told them to do bad things? Sacrificing monks, turning into monsters. That’s reason enough to kill them.”
Though no one was listening, Yeon Jeokha justified himself out loud.
He needed to do that to feel better.
“I hope the others are doing well.”
Currently, he was alone on one of the main descent paths.
Five Peaks Mountain was so large that he couldn’t cover everything alone. He wouldn’t have taken on this task if the Demon Exterminator Division wasn’t present.
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The Demon Warrior Bal Hongak was constantly spitting phlegm.
He had inhaled so much smoke that, no matter how much he spat, he didn’t feel any better.
His subordinates imitated him.
They were so dizzy from their actions that they couldn’t help but swallow their own phlegm.
Thus, Bal Hongak and his subordinates descended the mountain, spitting for different reasons.
Just as they had emerged from the smoke and were about to spit one last time, the warriors burst from the forest with a cry.
“Waaah!”
Without time to react, the members of the Yoomyung Cult had to face their enemies with tears and snot running down their faces.
Surprisingly attacked, Bal Hongak screamed and charged like a madman.
“Damn it! How dare you come here? Die!”
Pum. Pum.
Bal Hongak’s strikes sent the warriors of the Vermilion Bird Division flying.
Under normal circumstances, Bal Hongak would have trampled on the heads of the fallen to finish them off.
But there was no time for that, as the enemies continued to attack in waves.
Bal Hongak kept pushing forward, fighting to escape.
As he advanced mindlessly, something felt off, and he stopped.
No one was attacking him anymore.
It took him a few moments to realize that he had been separated from the battlefield.
The enemies had formed a circle around him, like in a gladiatorial arena.
Beyond that wall of people, he saw his subordinates falling one by one.
The certainty that this had been meticulously planned sent chills down his spine.
“Who are you people? Don’t tell me you’re from the Sage of Heaven and Earth Alliance!”
Sword Emperor Namgung Byeok stepped forward swiftly and responded.
“That’s right. The Sword Emperor has come personally to claim your head.”
“Ah!”
A groan escaped Bal Hongak.
Though he was a master of hand-to-hand combat, the Sword Emperor was a superior existence.
Moreover, there was a difference between being unarmed and wielding a sword.
Desperate, Bal Hongak abandoned the idea of fighting and tried to escape.
But the warriors surrounding him were not third-rate fighters; they were the elite of the Sage of Heaven and Earth Alliance.
After several attempts to flee, Bal Hongak had no choice but to turn and face the Sword Emperor.
With a heart-rending cry, Bal Hongak murmured.
“The mantis trying to stop a chariot…”
The image of a mantis facing a chariot crossed his mind.
That perfectly described his situation.
Though he was a Demon Warrior, he was far beneath the Sword Emperor.
“Sword Emperor, I have nothing to do with the Namgung Family. So…”
“The fact that you’re part of the Yoomyung Cult is enough to make you an enemy of my family. Don’t make excuses and die with dignity.”
Namgung Byeok, growing impatient, shot towards Bal Hongak like lightning.
Shhh. Shhh.
With blinding speed, the Sword Emperor’s thrusts forced Bal Hongak to dodge left and right, but he couldn’t endure more than three moves.
Sshhk.
The tip of Namgung Byeok’s sword sliced through Bal Hongak’s throat.
“Ack!”
A deathly scream escaped Bal Hongak’s mouth.
Clutching his bleeding throat, Bal Hongak collapsed.
Lying on his side, his body trembled before finally becoming still.
Crack, crack.
The chilling sound of bones breaking echoed around.
A monstrous eight-foot (approximately 2.4 meters) creature began to rise slowly.
“Kraaargh!”
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