Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1181

“Kuaaaaaaak!”

“Hwaaaaaaa!”

They charged.

Demons, their entire bodies stained black with demonic energy, rushed forward, spewing streaks of crimson blood light, completely losing their minds.

“What, what the hell are these bastards!”

“They’re coming! They’re coming!”

Anyone who saw that scene would be appalled.

The sight of demons pouring in from the sea, which they had thought was their only escape route, was enough to plunge those trying to flee into despair.

Moreover, the appearance of those who emerged from the sea instantly cooled the hearts of those who had been heated by the battlefield.

“Kuaaaaaaaak!”

They were practically beasts.

The demons, having discarded all traces of humanity, that part of themselves they could not abandon, charged at the Yamashiro-gumi like wild animals.

They were overwhelming, but in a different way than Batoru. [Batoru is likely a reference to a previous character or event, implying a known level of ferocity.]

If Batoru was like a wounded grizzly bear rampaging among wolves, the demons that emerged from the water were like wolves that had been starved for a month, charging with all their might without regard for anything.

They bit.

Short swords slashed at limbs, and long spears skewered people like skewers.

The demons, like a black wave crashing onto the shore, bit, tore, and blew away everything in their path.

It was one-sided.

And overwhelming.

If they had faced them head-on, the situation would never have escalated to this point.

No matter how strong the demons had become, and even if only the elite among them had come here, the Japanese martial artists were not to be underestimated. If they had faced each other properly, it would have been the Demonic Cult that would have been swept away.

But situations are always fluid.

Having lost hope due to Kazuhito’s death and swept up in panic, those who were fleeing crumbled with even the slightest resistance.

“S-save me!”

“You crazy bastards!”

And the explosive momentum of the Demonic Cult was certainly breaking down those who were facing them.

The demons, who had given themselves over to demonic energy, emitting bizarre screams that didn’t sound human, had something about them that made people shudder just by looking at them.

Such beings were charging without regard for their own lives. Any human with a survival instinct would naturally shrink back.

“Aaaagh! My arm! My arm!”

“Uwaaaaaaagh!”

They charged, piercing legs, and climbed on top of those who had fallen, biting their necks.

Faced with that savage battle, which they had never experienced before, the Japanese were helpless.

And at the same time….

A meteor fell from the sky.

Kwaaaaaaang!

Jang Min, who had jumped into the middle of the Japanese, pulled out two over-one-meter-long Jo Gwang [Jo Gwang: A type of weapon, likely a long, straight blade or staff] from his hands. His long, grown-out fingernails swept around, cutting and shredding everything they touched.

Paah!

A vortex of blood swirled.

Flesh rained down like a storm. Jang Min wiped the blood and seawater from his face with his hand and growled.

“You filthy things dare!”

Jang Min was very angry right now.

This battle was different from all the battles he had fought so far.

All the battles he had participated in until now were battles where they all moved independently. But this battle was different.

This war was a battle started by those lowly things who dared to aim for the Demon Lord’s neck.

To him, Kang Jin-ho was an absolute value that could not be exchanged for anything. The loyalty that others thought he had was nothing compared to his true feelings.

Jang Min’s heart, looking at those who had come to harm a being akin to a deity, was burning with a rage that had never existed before.

“Don’t leave a single one alive! Kill them! And don’t just kill them! Make them regret stepping on this land even in death, and kill them while inflicting all the pain that exists in this world!”

At Jang Min’s command, a monstrous roar spread, crushing the darkness.

The devils revealed their true nature in the dark dawn.

Those who had been suppressed.

Those who had been persecuted under the name of demons, and who were weak because they were demons, had obtained the absolute value of strength after meeting Kang Jin-ho. But their strength had not been used anywhere.

Those who had lived with that unbearable frustration suppressed in a corner of their hearts were now releasing that seal and beginning to entrust themselves to demonic energy.

The beasts howled.

Those who had completely given themselves over to murderous intent and madness began to charge, disregarding defense and focusing solely on attack.

Blood stained the ground crimson.

Of course, that blood was not only from the Yamashiro-gumi. [Yamashiro-gumi: Likely a Japanese clan or group of martial artists.]

There were certainly sacrifices on the Demonic Cult’s side as well, as they had disregarded defense. But the damage was negligible.

The momentum of the raging waves was compensating for their weaknesses.

And the presence of the elders, who were going berserk in between, was certainly adding to their strength.

But Jang Min was not satisfied.

“You!”

Jang Min grabbed a demon passing by and threw him. The demon, who had fallen into the middle of the Yamashiro-gumi, struck and bit everything he could grab.

“You weaklings!”

A fierce light exploded from Jang Min’s eyes.

Those who knew Jang Min sometimes forgot. Because of the way he treated Kang Jin-ho and the way he cared for the cult members, some people thought of him as a kind old grandfather.

But Jang Min’s essence was that of a demon.

If Kang Jin-ho was excluded, Jang Min was the only one in this world who could claim to be a true demon. Within him, there was a cruelty and ferocity that could not be compared to anyone else.

Normally, he was just suppressing it. But here, there was no need to suppress it.

Jang Min charged forward, unleashing Jo Gwang. His blood-red fingernails tore through everything they touched. It was as if a blood storm was charging forward.

“Kuhahahahahahahaha! Die! Die!”

With Jang Min’s performance, the demons began to go even more berserk. A demonic festival that no one could stop had begun.

“Wow, that’s….”

Lee Hyun-soo shuddered.

The Demonic Cult’s momentum was so immense that even Lee Hyun-soo trembled.

‘Well….’

Thinking about it, it might be natural. Lee Hyun-soo had already been overwhelmed by demonic flames several times. Lee Hyun-soo had been terrified by the mere momentum of a hundred or so demonic flames.

But now, a thousand demons were charging at the same time, so how much more intense would that momentum be?

‘This is the Demonic Cult.’

He seemed to understand.

Why the world had declared the Demonic Cult as its enemy and was so desperate to suppress them. How a mere tens of thousands of demons had been able to dominate the vast land of China.

His fingertips tingled, and his hair stood on end.

“Excessive.”

Weigins curled up the corners of his mouth.

“Just the right amount.”

It was a terrifying sight if they were to meet as enemies, but the demons rampaging as allies were an incredibly reliable presence.

‘Is this what demonic arts are?’

It was Kang Jin-ho who had rescued the Demonic Cult members. Weigins had not participated in that plan. All he had done was rescue Kang Jin-ho, who was left behind at the end.

Considering the risks Kang Jin-ho had taken to rescue the demons and the injuries he had sustained because of it, it was true that he had thought it was a rather bad deal.

But now, Weigins had no choice but to understand why Kang Jin-ho had taken such risks to bring them to Korea.

It was different.

The growth rate of the demons could not be compared to that of ordinary martial artists. Those who were no better than trash a few months ago were now driving back the elite warriors of Japan.

He had heard that the excessively rapid growth was a characteristic of demonic arts, but their growth rate had surpassed his knowledge.

The martial artists of China would be shocked if they saw this scene now.

Those they had ignored as trash were now biting and tearing apart the Japanese warriors like devils.

“Certainly, their destructive power is impeccable.”

Skill was a secondary issue.

The destructive power that the demons were showing was derived from their absurd recklessness. Humans were ultimately creatures whose entire way of thinking was geared towards survival.

Even those who were addicted to war did not throw away their lives. The reason they threw away their lives was either to survive or because there was something bigger than their own survival.

But these were not like that.

Those who had been completely tainted by demonic energy charged without regard for their lives. And yet, they did not want anything in return. They only charged and charged again to bite and kill the humans in front of them.

Even the Japanese, who considered sacrificing their lives for their country, their group, and their aesthetics to be a virtue, were completely overwhelmed by that momentum.

And….

“That old man is really something else.”

“Hmm.”

Weigins nodded.

Jang Min on the battlefield was like a different person. His usual goofy appearance had completely disappeared, and he had become a devil craving blood.

In that sense, he was similar to Kang Jin-ho. It made one wonder if all demons who had reached a certain level looked like that.

The sight of Jang Min creating a blood storm as he swung his long, demonic energy-formed fingernails was making even Batoru look pale in comparison.

Those who were watching from here were feeling this way, so what must it be like for those who had to endure that blood storm with their own bodies?

He could fully understand why those who were terrified could not even resist and were being cut down.

“However, it would be nice if they could pay a little more attention to the cleanup.”

Weigins raised both hands and pointed them towards the back of the demons.

“Hop!”

With a light casting, flames rose along the coast. A huge wall of fire completely separated the sea from the harbor.

Lee Hyun-soo glanced at Weigins and nodded.

The blood that had flowed from the bodies of those who had fallen was flowing into the sea. If left as it was, the red-stained sea would not completely regain its color even by tomorrow morning.

It was necessary to prevent that.

“Well, then….”

Weigins glanced back.

“Let’s finish up… and test it out?”

The magic unit formed a formation, and the huge magic circle drawn beneath them revealed its appearance. Weigins nodded and stood at the very front of the magic circle.

A huge flow of mana flowed into Weigins’ body along the magic circle. Weigins, feeling the mana filling his body, grinned, revealing his teeth.

‘I feel like a great mage.’

It was useless in a battlefield where a small number of people were rampaging. Drawing a magic circle, forming a formation, and receiving that mana? No one would let you do that.

But it was possible in a battlefield like this, where the vanguard was holding firm. They were at most people who could use basic magic like binding or grease, but if their magic power was gathered, it would be valuable enough.

Although it was only worth about a battery, it was enough for now.

Weigins’ hands emitted light. He waved his hands in the air. The light that was emitted from his fingertips lingered in the air, writing metaphysical characters.

“Now!”

The completed magic circle emitted a brilliant light.

At the same time, a huge flame rose in the air.

“Be careful. Even firefighters can’t come here.”

In an instant, the flames that covered the sky poured down.

It was a fireworks display that signaled the end of the war.