Chapter 419
419fury. When I get out of here
Time passed like running water.
Baek Su-ryong stared blankly at the fast-flowing scenes of the past. The sins of his past life continued to unfold before his eyes..
“Instructor. Please, please…….”
“please forgive me just once…….”
Body trembling slightly in pain.
Faces sobbing with tears.
Instructor 27's training method was harsh..
With bruised skin and cuts, there was not a single day when the smell of blood did not go away in their accommodation..
But he did not feel the slightest pity for his disciples..
“wake up from scratch again.”
The disciples, despairing after suffering, eventually staggered to their feet and glared at their teacher with murder in their eyes. Even though they were young, they were also warriors of the blood religion..
“good. It's those eyes. Now it's finally useful..”
“…….”
Number 27 was the most outstanding instructor in the Blood Cult..
Each and every one of his students was a child of great caliber..
If they had formed a relationship between priests and priests like ordinary warriors, a lot would have changed..
But their fates were misaligned from the moment they first met..
“I'll kill you!”
“Wow!”
During the first year, several times the disciples seriously tried to kill their teacher..
Each time, Twenty-Seven trampled on them with an insensitive expression. I taught myself by engraving indelible scars on my body one by one..
“Is it unfair? Then become stronger. If you don't want to be helpless, if you don't want to die like a bug, if you want to continue to survive... … . Be strong. That's the only struggle you can make.”
Actually, I was saying this to myself..
Every time he encountered students who endured hellish training and became stronger day by day, Number 27 felt as if a knife was approaching his neck..
‘The day you complete martial arts, I won't be needed anymore.’
He had to do his best to teach his students who might kill him in the future..
Because Demono visited the dormitory frequently and observed the training in person..
Twenty Seven had no choice but to be harsh on his disciples and himself..
“……Instructor.”
When it has been three years since we lived together in the dormitory.
Ilho, who inherited Geomjon's martial arts sword, asked this with a tired expression..
“What happens if we give up??”
The moment he faced that earnest expression again, Baek Soo-ryong knew what the boy wanted to hear..
‘It's okay to rest a little.’
I guess I just wanted a little comfort.
Twenty-seven's lips only formed a cold sneer..
“There are plenty of people to replace you in the church. It will be thrown away after it is discarded. like trash.”
“……Is that so?.”
The boy's earnest eyes grew dim, he raised his wounded body and began swinging his sword again..
the scenery changes.
“Clue. Those guys. You are becoming more and more like your teacher..”
“……There's still a long way to go.”
Ma-noe regularly visited the lodgings to check on the training status of his disciples..
While the Twenty-Seventh Tiger was in charge of the physical and martial arts training of the disciples, the Demon Brain was in charge of their ideological education and brainwashing..
“Today we will learn about the history of our school and the greatness of our leader..”
Creating human weapons that were blindly loyal to the blood religion was the Demon Brain's specialty. He did not hesitate to use any means to achieve his goal. Alcohol and drugs were used. Because I learned life-saving magic, I was subjected to even more severe brainwashing..
“The more dangerous a hunting dog is, the tighter the leash should be. Isn't it??”
“……yes.”
Twenty Seven looked at the disciples who were sitting cross-legged in a daze with dreamy eyes and nodded indifferently..
The scenery changed constantly.
Some scenes were blurry, others passed by quickly..
Day and night changed and the seasons changed. The sword that was new lost a tooth. The old military uniforms were worn out, and as time went by, the items in the dormitories and training grounds also became worn out..
The disciples grew taller and their voices became deeper. As you grow, your limbs become longer and your body undergoes changes..
The immature boy and girl had suddenly become adults with a cool-headed expression..
Baek Su-ryong watched the scene with the eyes of twenty-seven tigers..
‘I want you…….’
There were moments when I wanted to turn away, but I gritted my teeth and watched every moment. I thought it had to be that way..
‘You turned me into a monster..’
In the end, human emotions are erased from the eyes of his disciples, and he is transformed into a weapon of blood religion that only carries out orders..
‘And me too.’
When I suddenly looked down, my hands were as red as blood..
I couldn't tell if it was red from the beginning or if it was stained with the blood of the disciples..
‘It was a monster.’
Little by little, he forgot who he was.
* * *
“Hahaha! The meat side dish is truly delicious today.!”
A loud voice filled the underground prison. It was Master Meng’s smile full of power..
Master Gwang, who was quietly playing with his chopsticks, sighed and glared at the next room..
“Be quiet! Will you take responsibility if your frivolous voice leaks out of prison??”
“It's Gwangma. How deep is this damn prison so that sound leaks out? Anyway, if you have a small liver like a girl,…….”
“If you escape from the blood cult, I will tie your snout..”
“Hehe. Do you really want to try this with this old man? Are you coming? If you get out of here, I'll tie you to a tree and spank you as much as you can..”
“He seems like a shallow guy……!”
Today again, Master Maeng and Master Gwang growled like dogs and monkeys..
However, the other masters calmly ate their lunch boxes, as if they were used to such a scene..
“Geomjondo, please say something kind to that robber.!”
When Master Gwangmasu, who is apparently being pushed out by Master Maeng in terms of speech, asks Geomzon for help, Geomzon laughs empty-handed..
“Heh heh. Who in the world can shut that mouth??”
“You know something. Even when I was young, there was no one in the martial arts world who could beat this body's snout god..”
“Heh heh. You must be young…….”
Meanwhile, Master Eun, who was quietly eating alone, drank the fruit drink that his student had brought, iced it cold with an ice ball..
Damn it-
Master Meng, who saw the scene from afar, opened his eyes wide and clung to the iron bars. If he could, he would break through the iron bars..
“The youngest! Make this brother’s grain tea cold too.!”
“……the youngest?”
“Bingwol Goddess! Please!”
Master Eun snorted and stretched out his finger, and the cold spread out and thin ice formed on Master Meng's glass..
I was so moved that tears welled up in Master Meng's tiger-like eyes..
“Ugh! What a cool drink! How many years has it been since this? I live long enough to enjoy all these luxuries.!”
“……If we fail to escape, it's all his fault..”
Ten years have changed many things.
The masters in prison, who had not said a word to each other at first, now conversed freely and learned a lot about each other..
gulp.
Master Meng emptied the bottle in an instant, quenched his appetite and looked at Number 27..
“Baby. Did you bring any more alcohol??”
“That's it. Do you know how hard it was to bring even that in??”
When Twenty Seven, who was practicing martial arts alone, narrowed his eyebrows and glared, Master Maeng licked his lips..
“Tsk. It might be the last drink I drink. I wish I had brought a little more.”
“……Don't be unlucky and take care of yourself. 'Cause it's not long until I get out of there.”
“Hehe. Don't worry. My physical condition is at its best right now..”
A few days later, they planned to escape from the Blood Cult..
The masters relaxed in their own way..
Although they are martial artists who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts, it seems difficult for everyone to maintain their composure as the moment they have been waiting for for over ten years approaches..
“……Baby. When we get out of here.”
No matter how long you prepared, there was a chance that your escape would fail..
And failure means death.
No, they were masters who would rather die than be captured twice..
But even just some of the five,
If only one person can escape this place alive,.
With that in mind, the masters gave each other their will..
“What are you talking about again??”
Number 27 felt all the masters looking at him with strange eyes and sighed..
Then Master Meng smiled and said:.
“Actually, when you weren't around, we came up with your name among ourselves..”
“……What is your name? suddenly what?”
Master Meng clicked his tongue and said, as if he expected this kind of reaction..
“If you escape from the blood cult, shouldn't you have a good name? Even when you go out, are you going to introduce yourself as number 27??
“that…….”
A problem you've never thought about before.
I always thought about escaping, but I didn't really envision life after that in detail..
However, the masters seemed to have thought about what kind of life their disciples should lead..
“So I thought about it, what about Meng Longhui (孟龍輝)??”
“……Why Mr. Maeng??”
“Why? That's because I'm going to make him my adopted son..”
“…….”
For a moment, No. 27 was speechless..
Master Meng’s adopted son..
Not only did I never imagine it, but I also didn't know what to say..
At that time, Geomzon sneakily intervened..
“If Mr. Maeng is not good, then what about Mo Yongjeong (慕容正)??”
“……I want you to become Master Geomzon’s adopted son.?”
When the disciple looked back with a blank expression and asked, Geomzon smiled softly and said,.
“If you like it, I'd like to do that. Our Dan would like it if he were like you..”
“Because it was so sudden…….”
“Hmm. What is Heonwonmugeuk (軒轅無極) like??”
Master Gwangmasu cleared his throat and continued speaking with a slightly apologetic expression..
“First, I have to go back to Heonwonse and receive forgiveness. So I can’t guarantee it, but… … If I like you, I want to accept you as a member of my family..”
“No, wait a minute.…….”
Everyone tried to give their last name, but only Master Eun said with an embarrassed expression..
“No matter how much I persuade, Beihai will not allow my last name. still… … I can help you with just naming it..”
Suddenly everyone is given a name.
Number 27 looked at the masters with a rare expression of embarrassment..
The masters were laughing.
He was a disciple who had mastered all their martial arts for ten years..
Even though they could not learn it perfectly, their understanding of martial arts was already at the same level as theirs..
Since I had nothing more to offer through martial arts, I wanted to give it a name one last time..
“……I'll decide on the name and such when I get out of here. It's not urgent, so don't rush me..”
Feeling like his skin was itching for some reason, Twenty-Seven gave a vague answer. The masters smiled and nodded..
At that time, Master Geomjon asked as if something had suddenly occurred to him..
“What to do with those children??”
“Who are you talking about??”
“These are our masters who learned martial arts from you..”
“…….”
Number 27 had a stern expression and did not say anything..
Your master knew that he hated mentioning this topic..
However, in their view, it was a story that must be addressed before escaping the blood cult..
Number 27 said with a distorted expression..
“……What should I do??”
“Can't you persuade him to leave with us??”
“It's impossible. Those guys are already… … Because I became a puppet due to the brainwashing of the demonic brain..”
“Are you sure? Since we have mastered our martial arts, there is no way we cannot resist witchcraft or something like that..”
“It's because the masters can't see it. That terrible brainwashing... … . If he knew that I was a traitor, he would report it to the Demon Brain without hesitation..”
As the masters took turns asking questions, Number 27 responded defensively and shook his head..
“You bastard! Isn’t it okay to lose money?!”
Kwaang!
It was Master Maeng. Being a simple and honest person, he told his disciple to go and bump into him..
“I’m not saying you have to convince them to go away together! If you have anything to say before you leave, say it! Don't regret it later if you don't feel comfortable doing it.!”
Twenty Seven hesitated for a while at those words, then laughed self-deprecatingly..
“……Something to say. There isn't any.”
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