Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 734

Clash (5)

‘Chai Ke-chang, sir!’

Chai Ke-chang’s face was as distorted as it could possibly get.

‘What is that guy!’

He had anticipated Bator’s strength.

He was a powerhouse who dared to challenge the Crimson Monarch. It was never going to be easy to face someone like that. It wasn’t that there weren’t any powerhouses in the Crimson Monarch’s faction who could match Bator, but they weren’t under Chai Ke-chang’s control or able to be mobilized by him.

So, difficulty was to be expected. But what about that old man?

‘Was there such a figure among the demons?’

It was unimaginable. If it weren’t for Kang Jin-ho, the Demonic Cult would be nothing more than a trash heap. Even if they scraped together all the talent they could find, they’d only end up with recycled garbage.

But what was that?

‘A pearl in the mud?’

What a joke.

If he had to call it something, it would be a treasure that had mistakenly fallen into a trash can.

Either way, it was unpleasant.

Chai Ke-chang bit his lip.

The more the battle continued, the more he learned about his opponent, and the more Chai Ke-chang realized that he had known nothing until now.

Why the Immortals, and the Crimson Monarch, were so wary of the Demonic Cult, the living proof was unfolding before his eyes.

A monster that inspired fear just by looking at it.

And demons who could only be described as mindless.

He could easily imagine what would happen if they formed a proper organization and moved as one.

Each of these demons was too weak, which was why they were a disorganized rabble.

But what if even they became stronger?

‘Horrifying.’

He could understand why the martial artists had such a neurotic reaction to the demons. The martial artists of the past had known how terrifying the demons were.

He knew it in his head, but now he was feeling it in his skin.

‘But not now.’

Someday, he would have to wipe out all those demons, but not now. The one he had to kill now was Kang Jin-ho.

Bator and Jang Min were drawing attention.

In the meantime, the elders of the Demonic Cult were blocking the left and right, and through the open path between them, the demons were rushing forward. Anyone would be forced to look back.

Even someone who didn’t know the situation would shout and struggle to stop those guys right away. But in the midst of all that, Chai Ke-chang remained utterly calm.

The more serious the situation became, the more he paradoxically regained his composure. He knew exactly what he had to do now.

‘Where’s the Danhyeoljo [a special unit of assassins]?’

‘They’re moving now.’

‘Make sure the orders are properly conveyed. Redirect all the manpower being wasted there to Kang Jin-ho.’

‘Yes!’

At that moment, white streaks of light began to fly towards Kang Jin-ho on the black van.

Click.

Kang Jin-ho took out a cigarette and lit it.

‘Hoo.’

The cigarette smoke that slowly entered his lungs was released from his mouth, scattering in the air.

‘An interesting sight.’

The scent of the battlefield was familiar.

The smell of blood that permeated through his nose was something Kang Jin-ho had always been with during his second life. A foul, fishy, metallic, and bloody smell.

Thump.

Kang Jin-ho lightly pressed his left chest.

To be excited by the smell of blood, that was not something a human should do.

Kang Jin-ho smiled bitterly.

He was not the former Cheokcheon Demon Lord [a powerful demon lord]. But he had not completely escaped from the Cheokcheon Demon Lord either. The fact that he was so sensitive to the smell of blood, even with a different body, was proof of that.

‘Hoo-oo-oo.’

Kang Jin-ho, exhaling cigarette smoke, stared at the scene before him.

It was a bit strange.

Why?

Perhaps it was because the nature of the battle was different from any battle he had known so far. When leading people into battle, Kang Jin-ho’s goal was always annihilation.

Kill and destroy everyone in sight. That was all he had to do in his life.

But that couldn’t be the reason for the strangeness he felt.

Running away was also one of Kang Jin-ho’s specialties.

Before joining the Demonic Cult, Kang Jin-ho had to run away from the entire world. Run and run again. Kang Jin-ho was an expert at running away. But even so, he felt this strangeness?

Why?

Kang Jin-ho’s eyes gleamed.

Among the gathered crowds, there were those who exuded a special aura. In the front, and on the sides.

And their auras were aimed directly at Kang Jin-ho.

‘Hmm.’

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

A provocation.

A provocation aimed at him.

Kang Jin-ho flicked the cigarette from his mouth to the ground.

‘They don’t know their place.’

If they didn’t know, he would have to make them understand.

At that moment, white streaks of light flew towards him. As he was hit by the white streaks that lit up the black night, Kang Jin-ho bared his teeth.

Woo-oong!

Demonic energy emanated from the tip of his fist.

The demonic energy that covered Kang Jin-ho’s entire body like flames swirled.

‘Hah!’

The one who was rushing straight at him gasped at the sight. But what he had to be wary of was not the appearance.

Crack!

He reached out and grabbed the face of the one who had flown in.

Not even a scream came out.

A tremor.

The pressure was like a giant machine tightening around his face.

There was no way a sane person could withstand that.

His whole body trembled.

His body, having lost control, spewed fluids from every hole. His trouser legs were instantly soaked.

And what was even more unbearable was his eyes.

His eyes.

Through the fingers that gripped his face, he could see Kang Jin-ho’s eyes.

Dry eyes that showed no emotion.

Those eyes were gradually turning red.

Crimson, an intensely red, bloodshot glare.

The moment anyone saw those eyes, they would know. That something was going wrong.

‘Kkyo-eu… kkeueueuk.’

‘Did I look easy?’

‘Kkeueu…’

‘That’s enough of an answer.’

Crack!

The body that had lost its head fell to the ground.

Thud.

It was not a loud sound.

Especially in this place filled with all sorts of noise and horror.

But that small sound instantly dominated the space. Even those who were mesmerized by Bator’s divine power, and those who were terrified by Jang Min’s monstrous strength, all stopped moving and turned around.

Click.

Kang Jin-ho took out another cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

‘Hoo-oo-oo.’

Kang Jin-ho, leisurely exhaling smoke, looked around.

White streaks of light.

The white-clad martial artists who had caught Kang Jin-ho’s attention had already surrounded him in a circle.

They did not move and glared at Kang Jin-ho.

It seemed that even the fate of their comrade, who had instantly become a corpse, was not enough to make them retreat.

‘Chuck.’

Kang Jin-ho chuckled softly.

It had been quite a while.

Since he had received such gazes.

Since coming to this world, he had fought many enemies. But none of them had maintained such composure. When Kang Jin-ho revealed his ferocity, they were all busy running away. The only one who had shown him fighting spirit until the end was… if he had to pick one, it would be Bator.

But Bator was different.

His will, if he had to put it into words, was desire. The desire to fight the strong.

Those eyes were…

Yes, those eyes were similar to those of the past.

The righteous people who had resolved to kill the Cheokcheon Demon Lord even at the cost of their own lives. The eyes of the moths who packaged their own deaths as noble sacrifices.

Those were the eyes that sometimes made even Kang Jin-ho feel pressured.

‘I miss it.’

Yes, that was it.

Once, he had fought while facing those eyes.

Those who believed without a doubt that they were justice, those who shouted about chivalry and justice.

There were some hypocrites among them, but there were also many among those he fought who should be called true chivalrous people. Those who threw away their lives like trash for the sake of others.

Yes, those people…

Kang Jin-ho, slowly inhaling his cigarette, curled up the corners of his mouth.

Those people?

He had killed them all.

Every single one of them.

Who the opponent was, what kind of person they were, was meaningless. What was important was that they had blocked his path, and that they were opposing him.

The sight of eyes full of conviction and will being stained with the fear of death.

Yes. It was a nostalgic sight.

‘Jang Min.’

‘Yes!’

Even though Jang Min had raised his ferocity to the top of his head, Kang Jin-ho’s voice instantly brought his reason back.

‘Lead them.’

‘I obey the Demon Lord’s command!’

Jang Min bent his waist ninety degrees and flew away. The direction he moved was where the demons were running away.

‘Bator.’

‘My Lord!’

‘Block them.’

‘Yes!’

Even Bator was just following orders. Bator flew his huge body to the rear of the demons. The will to prevent even a single person from following them emanated from his body.

Kang Jin-ho slowly looked around.

Movement.

He could see movement in his eyes.

Those who were not used to battle would not notice, but Kang Jin-ho could grasp the subtle changes flowing from them.

The direction of those who had been aiming for the demons was subtly turning back.

‘Was it Chai Ke-chang?’

Chai Ke-chang, who met Kang Jin-ho’s gaze, shuddered.

‘K, Kang Jin-ho!’

‘Not bad.’

Kang Jin-ho understood Chai Ke-chang’s intentions. This guy no longer intended to stop the demons. His only goal was one thing, Kang Jin-ho himself.

But it was a foolish act.

He did not know.

How familiar Kang Jin-ho was with this situation.

Those who opposed the Demonic Cult had only one goal. Even back then, their evaluation of the Demonic Cult was the same.

The Cheokcheon Demon Lord.

The leader of the Demonic Cult, and their everything.

If only that person could be killed, the Demonic Cult would fall apart.

All the tactics of the Great Demonic Cult War were based on that fact. Those who charged in, sacrificing thousands, tens of thousands, just to kill Kang Jin-ho.

Even they had failed.

‘I’ll show you.’

Why they had failed.

A small flame bloomed from the tip of Kang Jin-ho’s foot.

A black flame.

The tar-like, sticky demonic energy instantly swelled up, covering Kang Jin-ho’s entire body.

Koo-ooo-ooo!

Amidst the demonic energy that flickered like black smoke and danced like a sinister flame, Kang Jin-ho’s bloodshot glare poured out in streaks.

Everyone could only watch in a daze.

Overwhelming.

It was overwhelming.

Just by revealing his true nature, Kang Jin-ho made this space lose its reality. It was not a sight that could occur in the human realm. Somewhere at the boundary between the human realm and hell.

Just by Kang Jin-ho’s appearance, the world took a step into hell.

The swollen demonic energy soared into the sky. The demonic energy that had covered Kang Jin-ho’s body soared without end. The sword of demonic energy, like a flame, flickered and swayed as if it would cover the world.

‘You’d better do everything you can.’

A rough voice like scraping metal.

The devil’s voice pierced everyone’s ears.

‘That way… death will be a little less unfair.’

For a moment, the demonic energy seemed to stop moving, but then it began to spread in all directions.

A black wave.

Like black water seeping into a sponge, the demonic energy covered the whole world and began to wag its sinister tongue at the martial artists.

The world began to turn into hell.