Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1760

Kwaaaaaaaah!

It was no longer something that could be called a sword.

The blade, engulfed in burning black demonic energy, defied any clear description in this world.

Even the Grim Reaper’s scythe wouldn’t be more chilling, and the Heavenly God’s divine sword wouldn’t be more powerful.

What was certain…

Was that the sword delivered an equal outcome to everything it touched.

Death.

The place everyone would eventually reach.

Kang Jin-ho’s sword possessed the power to drastically shorten the time it took to reach that death.

The sword, wreathed in black flames, mangled human flesh.

Think about it.

If a person were to strike a living ant with a knife, could it really be described as ‘cutting’?

The flesh, placed before an overwhelming force, wasn’t being cut, but crushed and pulverized. It was a matter separate from the sharpness of the blade.

And…

The situation of those standing before that sword was no different from that of an ant facing a person with a knife.

In that, there was no way to defend against it.

However, one more unfortunate fact was…
The one they had to face now possessed a far more distinct malice than a child killing an ant.

Kwaddeudeudeuk!

The flesh, cut by the sword, was literally torn apart.

“Kkeueuaah…”

The scream, unable to reach its end, created a bizarre sound never heard before, and that sound was enough to terrify those who heard it.

The body scattered.

The crushed flesh flew in all directions, spraying blood like a fountain. It was as if a constant red rain was falling in this place.

And within that red rain, a demon surrounded by black flames like pitch was walking.

Zhou Run unconsciously stepped back.

His teeth chattered uncontrollably, and his hands trembled so much that it was difficult to even hold his sword.

But he didn’t care about any of that. All his nerves were focused on the demon advancing towards him.

“I-Ieuh…”

He couldn’t close his eyes.

He knew.

That nothing had happened to him yet.

But he was feeling the pressure as if a giant was about to step on him and crush him.

The sound of his heart pounding was as loud as thunder.

His legs were trembling, making it difficult to even stand properly.

“B-Block it…”

He heard something mumbling in his ear.

He understood.

What they were saying, what it meant.

But he couldn’t comprehend it.

‘Block it?’

Even in a situation where his body had lost control, a hollow laugh escaped him.

‘That thing?’

There was no more ridiculous thing to say.

Ants and humans?

No, no.

It might be better to be in the position of an ant facing a human. If a swarm of ants attacked, they might be able to take down a human in an instant.

At least, at this moment, their position facing that demon was incomparably more pathetic than that of an ant.

Paahhhhh!

With one strike, dozens of bodies were cut in half.

The end of those who knew they should retreat but couldn’t, who knew they should run but couldn’t, was too miserable.

The only fortunate thing was that the power carried by the sword instantly blew away the consciousness remaining in the severed flesh.

The fact that they died without even having a moment to feel pain would be the only consolation for the dead.

Though it was unknown if that could really be a consolation.

But…

‘Block it?’

It was a ridiculous thing.

Zhou Run knew.

That even if there were a hundred, no, a thousand of them, they wouldn’t be able to stop that demon for even a moment. This was not something that could be dealt with by numbers.

This was just a dog’s death.

It was like carrying oil and jumping into a fire. No, it was no different from jumping into lava with bare skin.

What could be more futile and painful than throwing away one’s life in a situation where one couldn’t make any change with one’s own ability and will?

But…

“Heeuh…”

Zhou Run’s jaw trembled.

Even though he knew, he couldn’t run away.

His will was not his own. Everything about him existed solely to follow the orders of the King of Spears.

Those who had a superficial understanding of the King of Spears’ faction said they were like a well-trained army, but they were closer to a hive mind. Those gathered here were merely beings that realized the will of the King of Spears.

The end that those who did not follow that will would reach was too terrible for Zhou Run to bear.

So, he couldn’t run away.

“Hwaaaaaaaak!”

Fear and fear.

Zhou Run, crushed by fear on both sides that he couldn’t handle, screamed and charged forward. At the same time, those around him all impulsively rushed forward like Zhou Run.

The sword in his hand emitted a bright blue aura.

A honed strike.

Everything he had built up throughout his life dyed the blade a bright blue.

“Dieeeeeee!”

A shout to overcome fear.

Zhou Run intuitively knew that he was unleashing the most perfect strike of his life.

But at that moment.

The top of the black flame seemed to flicker slightly, and then two streaks of blood-red light glared at him from the darkness.

The moment his gaze met that thing that could not be called eyes, Zhou Run’s heart stopped its movement.

Then…

Paahhhhh!

The black flame engulfed him.

Slowly, very slowly.

Slow enough to be sickening.

Zhou Run twisted his body as he watched the black flame sword flying towards him. No, he tried to twist.

But his body didn’t move at all, as if it were nailed to the air.

‘What…’

The moment he sensed death.

His time flowed endlessly slowly. But just because the time he felt slowed down didn’t mean his body could move faster than usual.

When the threat coming at you is stronger than the speed of your thoughts, the slowed time is just torture.

The endlessly slow black flame touched Zhou Run’s side.

Udeudeuk.

How should it be described?

Tearing it off?

Or grinding it?

Whichever it was, what was certain was that the black flame that had penetrated his side was completely crushing his flesh like a lump of clay in a child’s hand.

And at the same time, a pain that Zhou Run had never felt in his entire life began to surge through his body.

“Kkeu…”

A scream didn’t come out.

No, he might already be screaming. The endlessly slowed time was just stretching out his scream endlessly.

Slowly, too slowly.

The sensation of the sword cutting through his waist was vividly felt.

Zhou Run’s gaze looked at the demon’s red eyes staring at him.

‘Rather, quickly…’

His wish was granted.

Paahhhhh!

The moment the sword touched his spine, the slowed time returned to normal, and his upper body was instantly cut off and soared into the air.

His vision spun strangely.

In Zhou Run’s eyes, soaring into the air, he saw his lower body still standing on the ground and Kang Jin-ho, surrounded by black flames.

Thud!

Zhou Run, who had crashed to the ground, twitched weakly and died.

Kang Jin-ho’s indifferent gaze swept past his corpse.

Geugeugeuk.

The hand gripping the Red Dew tightened.

Paat!

His foot kicked off the ground.

The warriors of the King of Spears’ faction, terrified, impulsively rushed at him.

Charging instead of running away was certainly something to be praised as a warrior.

But…

Here, now, courage was nothing more than hastening death.

Paahhhhh!

The Red Dew, surrounded by black flames, tore through the air.

The flesh exploded, and the soul was torn apart.

Kwaaang!

The vast mass simultaneously exceeded the speed of sound, creating a sonic boom. The huge shock hit the halved flesh, sending the still-breathing bodies flying.

The blood gushing from the soaring flesh dripped down to the ground.

“Hoo.”

Kang Jin-ho took a short breath.

‘It’s not very pleasant.’

In the past, he would have lost his reason and focused solely on killing the enemy. He would have donned the madness disguised as instinct, and he would have turned his eyes and rushed to see more blood.

But not now.

No matter how much he drew up demonic energy, his demonic nature didn’t surge. No, the demonic nature that used to be like a blazing flame was now smoldering within him like a fire under a rock.

The harmony of reason and madness.

It was a state that any martial artist would desire, but Kang Jin-ho, who had actually reached that state, felt a considerable burden in maintaining his condition.

‘Don’t think about it.’

Kang Jin-ho’s eyes stared ahead.

He wasn’t killing people now. What he had to do was clear a path to reach the King of Spears.

Then he couldn’t hesitate for even a moment.

Kwaang!

Kang Jin-ho, who had kicked off the ground, flew forward like a fired cannonball.

The flames that wrapped around the two swords burned like black wings, and Kang Jin-ho, who had spread out the two swords like a black hawk, pounced on the terrified people.

He cut…

Paahhhhh!

He cut…

Sseogeok.

He cut again.

“D-Die, you monster!”

Perhaps because he had increased his speed too much, enemies started to appear behind him. Kang Jin-ho indifferently swung his sword, cutting down those who were rushing at him from behind.

“Lord!”

As the back was opened up, those following him came into view.

“…Keep up.”

“I’ll go faster.”

Wiggins and the others hardened their faces and nodded.

Kang Jin-ho let out a short breath and ran forward.

‘What’s different?’

Hundreds of years ago, here…

He fought at the forefront, just like now.

He killed those who blocked him and trampled those who avoided him.

He killed endlessly, and fought endlessly, and what was left for him at the end?

‘What’s different?’

Even though he had returned to this world after transcending hundreds of years, Kang Jin-ho was still repeating the same actions.

Then what had changed?

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Those who screamed in terror.

Kang Jin-ho’s eyes, looking at them, sank coldly.

“It’s different.”

Paahhhhh!

Those who rushed at the sword, swung like a demon’s tongue, were literally crushed. The remains of those who had turned into pieces of flesh created a thick fog of blood.

Jeobeok.

Walking through that blood, Kang Jin-ho’s eyes sank.

In the past, he fought to fight.

Nothing else mattered.

He didn’t care if he died fighting. He didn’t particularly want to achieve anything. All that was given to him was the unwanted result of fighting and fighting again.

But what about now?

“It’s not even funny.”

The hand holding the Red Dew tightened.

‘I fight to not fight.’

It was ridiculous that he had to affirm that paradoxical statement.

But…

“If there are no enemies to kill…”

The corners of Kang Jin-ho’s mouth curled up.

“I won’t have to fight anymore, right?”

Those who heard his low murmur shuddered with an unknown chill.

Kang Jin-ho, who smiled revealing his white teeth, rushed forward with an even more chilling gaze.

Screams.