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“…bishop….”

Jong Nil’s jaw trembled violently. If someone who didn’t know who he was saw this scene, they might think it pathetic.

His mission was to make sure that these foul unbelievers did not dare disturb the bishop’s rest. This is something that should have been properly accomplished as an enforcer serving the bishop.

But he failed to properly complete that mission. Now, their swords were pointed directly at the Bishop. This fact dyed Jong Nil’s entire body with an indescribable terror.

The cultists who received Jong Nil’s instructions were not that different. Everyone looked at Dan Jagang, standing alone among the ruins, in shock.

And the disciples of Mount Hua, who had caused Jong Nil and other cultists to make the greatest mistake, were looking at Dan Jagang with a different meaning.

‘What?’

Confusion flashed in Baek Cheon’s eyes.

‘That man is the Bishop?’

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The man standing alone was very different from the bishop Baek Cheon had imagined. The bishop he saw in the North Sea was someone who could not be described other than as a monster. A behemoth of malice (??(惡意)), wearing a human guise but hardly resembling a person. That is the appearance of the bishop that Baek Cheon remembers.

But what he sees now….

‘Different.’

Although his tall stature and unnaturally thin body were strangely creepy, he was not as inhumane as the bishop he remembered. Rather, he seemed more like a wanderer one might see anywhere.

But….

Chill.

It was just in his head. Baek Cheon’s body was clearly feeling it.

Hidden within that unremarkable appearance is something infinitely greater. A gloomy and dark abyss that is so thick and dark that it feels like crushing just by encountering it.

Baek Cheon pursed his lips and glanced around. The faces of those beside him were also pale and rigid. They felt the same thing as Baek Cheon.

Baek Cheon’s gaze stopped on Chung Myung’s back. Even facing the bishop, his back did not shake even slightly.

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Dan Jagang slowly looked down at the cup in his hand.

The red liquor in the cup was suddenly covered with dust and became cloudy. It felt as if those who worshipped Heavenly Demon had no right to drink this wine, despite treading on the land of Jungwon and claiming this place as their own.

Dan Jagang stared at the cup in silence for a while and then slowly brought it to his lips. Then, he gulped down the wine.

The original feeling of a fragrant tickle at the tip of his nose is nowhere to be found. It was nothing more than nauseating sewage that had lost its scent and taste, leaving behind only the taste of dirt and dust.

But Dan Jagang did not avoid the repulsive taste of the gutter water and accepted it completely. After all, what they had been drinking all along was not much different from this gutter water.

Savoring the disgusting taste and aroma in his mouth, Dan Jagang slowly spread the hand holding the cup.

Jjaeng.

The shattered cup scattered into pieces.

“How sad.”

Dan Jagang, who looked at the scattered white porcelain for a moment, shifted his gaze. To the two people in front.

One was boisterously clownish, and the other, dressed in black martial attire, had cold, piercing eyes.

Then, he captured with his eyes the images of those standing behind them and the believers who were looking at him with frightened faces. Dan Jagang’s eyes were still so dark that others could not guess his intentions.

‘Are you saying that you cannot even permit me a small fragment of what you enjoy?’

Dan Jagang chuckled softly. From their perspective, he must appear as nothing more than an invader come to take away everything they enjoyed.

“Bi- Bishop!”

At that time, Jong Nil bowed down on the spot, screamed as if in agony.

“It is not a matter for Bishop to step forward directly. I will handle these people!”

Dan Jagang glanced at Jong Nil. He was a mess. The corners of Dan Jagang’s lips twitched slightly.

“Please forgive my ignorance and allow me the opportunity to rectify my mistake…”

“Go away.”

“Bi- Bishop.”

Dan Jagang’s gaze turned to Chung Myung and Jang Ilso, who were in the lead.

A clash of different energies was felt. One side’s energy was so refreshing that it’s repulsive, while the other’s was nauseatingly flamboyant. Like water and oil that never mix, their energies are extremely conflicting.

But what was captured in those two eyes was no different.

Clear hostility.

Feeling the overt hostility pouring out, Dan Jagang slowly began to speak.

“Here…”

But he soon stopped talking. Because he realized that he was trying to ‘converse’ with them.

Of course, he has talked a lot with the people of Jungwon so far. But that couldn’t be called a ‘conversation’. Simply relaying positions was nothing more than a unilateral notification.

But now Dan Jagang did not try to notify them. He was trying to ask and listen.

Dan Jagang slightly closed his eyes.

‘I have become clouded.’

Now, even if he try to deny it, he can’t. No matter what happens, he could no longer return to being the Bishop Dan Jagang as he was when he left the cult.

But… Even so….

It was that moment.

“Young brat.”

The swordsman in black martial attire standing in the lead said with a crooked smile. His gaze was sharp.

“Not funny at all.”

“….”

“Someone who has never seen Heavenly Demon is licking the nonexistent feet of a Heavenly Demon.”

If this had been Dan Jagang of a while ago, he would have felt unspeakable rage at these words. Just like those believers who dare not let out their boiling anger in front of Dan Jagang and forcibly suppressing it.

But funny enough, the current Dan Jagang did not feel much anger at those words. Because he also thought that that statement was not so wrong. Even though he knew that it was proof of his crumbling faith.

This piqued his curiosity anew.

“I have a question for you, swordsman.”

“It doesn’t seem we are close enough to exchange words like that?”

Dan Jagang chuckled softly.

“Let’s call it a favor.”

At that, a flicker of interest passed through Chung Myung’s eyes.

‘A hundred years….’

Once again, he realized how long it had been. He never thought he would see a bishop saying such things with his own eyes.

“Spout whatever you want.”

There was silence for a moment. Dan Jagang, who was looking at Chung Myung and Jang Ilso in silence, slowly opened his dry lips.

“…Why don’t you run away?”

“What?”

Dan Jagang’s indifferent gaze pierced Chung Myung.

“If you are as capable as you seem, you must have felt it by now. You probably understand.”

Dan Jagang’s tone was decisive, as if he was stating a certain fact.

“The difference in strength is clear. You cannot stop me.”

This wasn’t a threat. At least from Dan Jagang’s perspective.

“But why do you not run away? Why do you try to resist? Why engage in a fight whose outcome is already determined?”

It was truly foolish.

Of course, he acknowledged that they are strong. If not at the bishop level, it would be difficult to find a match for them even in the cult.

But on the contrary, the moment they face him, they should clearly understand. They should realize that there is no chance of winning.

‘Yet why do their eyes show such unwavering resolve?’

Why are they able to stick to their own path even in the face of an insurmountable being that they cannot oppose?

It was a pointless question, but it was one that Dan Jagang had no choice but to ask.

However, the answer that came back was a little different from what Dan Jagang expected. What came back to him was clear mockery.

“What a stupid question to hear. The bastards of Magyo have been digging in the dirt on the outskirts, and now they think they’re philosophers.”

It was an extremely rude and impudent sentiment to show to a bishop. Chung Myung laughed out loud and then asked Dan Jagang again.

“So? Because the enemy is strong, should we bow our heads and submit?”

“….”

“Listen, you stupid bastard. Cowards like you might be so scared of death that you’d worship Heavenly Demon that doesn’t even exist, but I’m a human being who would rather die than living like that.”

“…Are you saying you’re not afraid of death?”

“Of course I’m scared, you idiot.”

Chung Myung laughed as if amazed.

“But submitting is even shittier than dying. Especially to bastards like you.”

The moment Dan Jagang was about to open his mouth, a faint nasal sound pierced his ears.

“Hmmm.”

Dan Jagang’s gaze turned to Jang Ilso next to Chung Myung.

Blood-red lips painted on an all-white face drew an eerie curve.

“Talking about bishops so much… I was wondering what an amazing human being he was.”

Jang Ilso paused for a moment and sighed exaggeratedly.

“This is somewhat disappointing.”

Dan Jagang’s eyebrows twitched uncomfortably.

“Know one thing.”

Jang Ilso spoke in an uncharacteristic voice. The eerie aura on his face made even Dan Jagang of the world frown.

“The moment you accept that someone naturally exists above you, you end as a person.”

“….”

“That’s the difference between those who rule and those who are ruled. And I am not afraid of being ruled. No matter how strong one is, in the end it is the same. They are just humans who choose to submit.”

Kkarak!

Jang Ilso’s rings clashed harshly.

“So, what kind of person are you?”

Dan Jagang, who was listening to Jang Ilso’s words, laughed quietly.

‘A human being who is not ruled….’

He then slowly shook his head.

“You don’t know.”

“….”

“You too do not know. The answer I seek is not with you. No… Perhaps no one in the world may have the answer.”

A dejected voice came out from Dan Jagang’s mouth.

“Not ruled. Overcome. Resist.”

The longer he muttered, the more his face became distorted.

“Those are words that can only be uttered by those who have never faced true fear, true greatness, true divinity.”

Black demonic energy flowed out from under Dan Jagang’s feet. A darkness so thick that it seemed out of this world began to engulf his toes and spin around them.

“Still, if you’re going to say something like that….”

Hwiiiiiiiing!

The demonic energy released by Dan Jagang spun faster and faster, soon turning into a huge whirlpool and writhed fiercely.

“I will show you.”

Dan Jagang’s voice also gradually became rougher. His eyes glowed with an extremely dark blood-red glow.

“What true despair is!”

Kwaaaaaaa!

Black demonic energy soared high into the sky like a black dragon.

Finally, from Dan Jangang, who had thrown himself into madness, a demonic howl like that of a hellish fiend burst forth. It was an overwhelming and shocking sight.

In front of the formidable demonic energy, the world began to be painted with fear.