Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1043

Seeing them run across the ground covered in dead bodies was scary. They wore black robes from head to toe and seemed to bring darkness with them. Any normal fighter would have been scared and given up.

But the people standing there were not just normal fighters.

They were disciples of Mount Hua, the Crimson Brigade from Myriad Man Manor, and the best fighters from the Black Ghost Fortress. They were sure that no one in the world had more battle experience than they did.

They were experts at fighting and killing. They were used to seeing blades aimed at them. They were like sharp swords, always ready and focused, no matter who they fought.

So, they shouldn’t have hesitated at such a sight, but…

Something strange was happening.

Everyone who was used to fighting was clearly feeling uneasy.

The best fighters from the Black Ghost Fortress, who were famous for making Jiangnan nights full of fear, took steps back without even thinking.

Even the Crimson Brigade, who would do anything Jang Il-So ordered, even face death, shook with fear.

A clear unease and slight fear appeared on their faces.

The Four Evil Sects controlled half the world, and these were their best soldiers. Were they really backing away from just a hundred enemies?

Anyone who hated the Four Evil Sects would have laughed at this idea. But this impossible thing was really happening.

“Ugh…”

Someone groaned quietly.

These were men who wouldn’t make a sound even if a sword went through their necks, but they couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of these people coming closer. It was a scream from their souls that they couldn’t control, no matter how much they had trained.

Even the Mount Hua disciples, who had fought the Demonic Sect before, grabbed their sword handles tightly, looking horrified.

Baek Cheon bit his lip without realizing it.

“Sasuk…”

“…Yes.”

Baek Cheon answered, even though he didn’t hear the whole question. He felt like he knew what they were going to say.

“…Different.”

It felt like he was sinking in thick mud, his whole body being pulled down. The feeling they gave off, the air around them, even just them being there, seemed to slowly choke him.

It was definitely different than before.

The Demonic Sect he had fought in the frozen lands of the Northern Sea had also scared Baek Cheon. But it didn’t feel like this. And hadn’t Baek Cheon become much stronger since then?

The feeling they gave… they didn’t seem human.

Was this how it felt to see the gates of hell open and demons come out?

It wasn’t just about their aura or how strong they were. Just being near them made people want to shrink away.

‘This is the real Demonic Sect.’

Baek Cheon thought, biting his lip hard.

Now he understood why Chung Myung had called the Lord of the Northern Sea weak, and why he said the Demonic Sect from the North were not skilled fighters.

His body was telling him that these men were much more dangerous than any Demonic Sect he had ever known.

CRACK! CRUNCH!

Each step of the running Demonic Sect on the dead bodies made a sickening sound of bone breaking and flesh tearing. It echoed across the field. The Mount Hua disciples trembled. That sound, full of death and violence, felt like a warning, and fear turned their eyes red.

The black group, which seemed to rush forward like a wave, ran quickly across the red ground. Soon, thick, black evil power started to come from them like smoke.

As everyone, including the Mount Hua disciples, gritted their teeth, the Demonic Sect suddenly started to slow down.

Everyone looked surprised. Why were these men, who had been rushing forward as if they were about to attack, stopping?

Most people were suspicious.

But some people saw something different.

The sound of Jang Il-So’s ring rubbing against his finger as he watched the Demonic Sect was eerily loud.

The men he had brought were the Crimson Brigade. They were his creations, carefully trained from the best of Myriad Man Manor. But even the Crimson Brigade couldn’t move so perfectly together.

‘How strange.’

For Jang Il-So, this scene made no sense at all.

Could you imagine hungry tigers, with bloodshot eyes, lining up and waiting in front of their prey?

People who were consumed by bloodlust should be out of control. Bloodlust was something that couldn’t be controlled with reason.

But strangely, they followed orders perfectly, even though they showed terrible anger and desire to kill. It was hard to understand how this could happen.

‘Fanaticism…’

It was as if they were completely filled with that one word.

There were only a hundred members of the Demonic Sect, dressed in black martial robes and black masks that covered their faces to just below their eyes. But a hundred felt like a lot.

At that moment.

Thud. Thud.

One man slowly walked out from the Demonic Sect.

Thud. Thud.

The man walked to the center and looked at the wary Mount Hua and Four Evil Sects from left to right. Then, he slowly pulled down the mask covering his face.

“You dirty infidels…”

His eyes were full of disgust and contempt, as if he was looking at something filthy. Those who felt his gaze on them bit their lips slightly.

“The Heavenly Demon has not given you the right to live and breathe.”

The man’s voice was thick and heavy.

“However, He is also very kind. He is fair even to those who are foolish and don’t know any better.”

His voice was very serious, like he was saying holy words.

“Those who realize they have sinned and are ready to give everything to the Heavenly Demon, come forward. He will forgive you.”

“Hmph?”

The first to react was Jang Il-So. He frowned deeply, looking very unhappy.

“Forgive sins?”

“…”

“Who? What right do they have?”

Clatter?

Jang Il-So’s rings made a harsh, metallic sound.

“Who do you think you are to forgive my sins? You? Or…”

Jang Il-So paused, a sly smile appearing on his red lips.

“That dead Heavenly Demon you worship?”

“You… you!”

The Demonic Sect, who had been speaking calmly, now looked unbelievably angry.

“A wretch whose mouth should be torn apart, whose flesh should be ripped and fed to dogs! How dare you say his name with that filthy mouth!”

But Jang Il-So didn’t seem bothered, even with all that anger directed at him.

“Ah, well, my mouth isn’t exactly clean. I know that.”

He waved his hand dismissively and sneered.

“But at least I’m alive, right? It’s better to be a dirty person who lived than a clean person who died. Your Heavenly Demon is probably jealous of me in hell, huh?”

“You baaaaastard!”

The Demonic Sect could no longer control his anger, and his hands trembled.

“How dare you…”

He put his mask back on, as if even breathing the same air as them was too much to stand.

“You dirty infidels! You don’t even know your place! How dare you stand before the teachings and insult the Heavenly Demon?”

The Demonic Sect’s eyes gleamed with madness.

Even the Crimson Brigade, who had seen countless madmen and villains in the Demonic Sect, felt a chill at this gaze. It was a strange and unnatural madness, hardly human.

“…I will kill you!”

The Demonic Sect shouted, the veins in his neck bulging.

“I will kill you! I will erase every trace of you filthy infidels from this world. I will tear your flesh, grind your bones, pull out your tendons, and scatter your blood!”

It was more like a curse than a promise, and more like a prayer than a curse.

As he finished shouting, the Demonic Sect behind him released a thick aura.

“I will flay them, leaving not a single piece of flesh, and feed them to the beasts! To those filthy infidels who dared to insult the Heavenly Demon, the wrath of the teachings…”

But a cold voice stopped his prayer.

“Hey, you’re really talkative.”

The Demonic Sect slowly closed his mouth and turned to glare at the one who spoke. Murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

Chung Myung, not at all bothered, tilted his head from side to side and spoke again.

“I don’t want to agree with anything a Demonic Sect says, but…”

Chung Myung glanced at Jang Il-So and smirked.

“He’s not wrong. Isn’t a crazy bastard who’s still alive better than a dead guy with his head cut off?”

“You…”

“So.”

Swoosh.

Chung Myung slowly pulled the Unnamed Sword from its scabbard. The sharp tip of the sword pointed at the Demonic Sect.

“Stop talking nonsense and fight me. I didn’t know the Demonic Sect fought with words now.”

The Demonic Sect glared at Chung Myung without saying a word.

There was a brief silence.

He was just keeping his mouth shut, but he looked even more frightening than when he was shouting curses.

The Demonic Sect, who had been trying to control his anger, finally spoke in a chilling voice.

“You… you will die the most painful death.”

“Ah, that…”

Chung Myung smirked.

“I’ve heard that a lot.”

“…”

“So, how long do I have to wait?”

Boom!

As soon as Chung Myung finished speaking, the Demonic Sect slammed his foot on the ground. The hard earth was crushed and turned to mud.

“The infidels are here!”

He shouted loudly.

“Do not let a single one live! Kill them all!”

“Heavenly Demon Reincarnation! Myriad Demons Await!”

The Demonic Sect’s roar echoed. The Demonic Sect, who were barely held back by their belief, broke free from what was controlling them.

As if the perfect order they had shown was a lie, they glowed with a red, bloody light and rushed forward.

“Kraaah!”

They roared like beasts as they ran, grabbing and pulling down those in front, desperate to be the first to attack. They seemed ready to bite off their comrades’ necks.

“Sasuk!”

“Yes, they’re coming!”

Baek Cheon stared at the madness and gritted his teeth. He stepped forward.

“Get behind me! Stay with your fellow disciples!”

“Yes!”

Baek Cheon finally said the words that had been building up inside him.

“Show those beasts that Mount Hua is the natural enemy of the Demonic Sect!”

The Mount Hua disciples roared.

It was the moment when the great battle, later known as the Hangzhou Demonic Calamity, began.