Chomp, chomp—.
The Blood Spot Grass was being rcilessly torn apart in Namgung Il's mouth.
To chew on such a precious thing as if it were cheap beef jerky... Every ti Namgung Il chewed on the Blood Spot Grass, Gok I-hyeon felt as if his own body were being chewed.
"This, it tastes better than I thought."
"...!"
"It feels like I'm eating very fresh raw at."
Namgung Il said, still moving his mouth.
At that mont, Gok I-hyeon ca to his senses and hurriedly shouted at Namgung Il again.
"That's not sothing you should be chewing on like that!"
"..."
"Spit it out right now..."
Gulp—.
Namgung Il's Adam's apple bobbed once.
It wasn't just swallowing saliva; it was clearly the movent of sothing flowing down his throat and into his stomach.
Gok I-hyeon saw that and was at a loss for words.
"Ah, sorry."
"...!"
"What did you say?"
Namgung Il said and opened his mouth wide as if to show him.
Naturally, his mouth was empty, and his teeth were stained red, as if to show what had been there just a mont ago.
'With this, at least the Blood Spot Grass won't fall into the hands of the Blood Dragon Cult.'
He had eliminated the Blood Spot Grass from this world in the most certain way after burning it.
By now, the Blood Spot Grass would be crushed beyond recognition and being digested in his stomach.
With this, the way for the Blood Demon to be resurrected was as good as gone.
"..."
The Blood Spot Grass was an herb that could save a dead person.
But what would happen if a living person ate it?
Namgung Il had that thought for a mont, but it was all a useless worry anyway.
'Blood Demon... with this, am I killing you for the second ti?'
Once, twenty-so years ago, and now, like this.
He was a little dissatisfied that he had killed him at the cost of his own life both tis, but it couldn't be helped.
Namgung Il lay down completely on the floor and looked sowhere.
"..."
He wasn't very sad about dying like this.
It was just that the fact that he couldn't take responsibility for Gwangcheon and Tang Wol-yeong, whom he had left in the passage, and take them outside to the end weighed on his mind.
Namgung Il, lying on the floor, tried to move even a finger, but as expected, even just twitching it was not easy.
'This is the first ti I've felt so powerless in my body.'
It wasn't this bad even when he had killed the Blood Demon in the past.
He had thought he had squeezed out all his strength back then too, but compared to now, it felt like a very cute level.
'Namgung Jeong-ung... so this is how you felt.'
Now he could understand.
That Namgung Jeong-ung, in his fight with the Blood Demon, had used the secret technique of the Thunder Emperor Divine Art, just like him.
He must not have had the strength to move even a finger, just like now... and in that state, he had supported him as he collapsed.
"Jeong-ung... you really are an amazing guy."
It was then.
Suddenly, a rough hand grabbed Namgung Il's collar and lifted his upper body.
"Ugh..."
"..."
"Spit it out... Spit it out right now!"
The one who had lifted Namgung Il was Gok I-hyeon.
As Gok I-hyeon wailed, Namgung Il opened his mouth with a calm face.
"How can I spit out what I've already swallowed?"
"...!"
"Should I vomit for you?"
"Ugh...!"
Gok I-hyeon's hand trembled.
Since he was holding his collar, Namgung Il could, of course, feel the trembling, and he could also tell how angry Gok I-hyeon was right now.
Thwack—!
Gok I-hyeon roughly threw Namgung Il.
"Ugh..."
If you're going to let go, let go gently.
As he fell, it seed his head had hit the floor first, and Namgung Il's head throbbed.
"No, no, no!"
"..."
"His resurrection was so close. Why... why!"
Gok I-hyeon shouted, clawing at his own face with his one remaining hand.
As if to punish himself for letting the Blood Spot Grass slip through his fingers, blood flowed from the wounds on Gok I-hyeon's face, created by his own fingernails.
'Yes, just die like that on your own.'
From Namgung Il's perspective, there was nothing better than Gok I-hyeon self-destructing.
Although he had been prepared for death, if he could live, it would be better to live, wouldn't it?
Fortunately, it seed he hadn't died from the backlash of the Thunder God Unification, so if Gok I-hyeon just died, he would be able to recover so stamina and escape this place.
'Slowly... let's recover my strength.'
It's fine if you don't die.
Just wail like that on your own until I recover enough strength to fight to so extent.
Namgung Il, lying down, was slowly recovering his internal energy.
Woong—.
Namgung Il was using his master's inner core, which he had not been able to fully absorb in the past.
It wasn't originally ant to be used like this, but given the situation, he had no choice.
Namgung Il was very secretly changing the energy of the inner core into his own internal energy so that Gok I-hyeon wouldn't notice.
Drip—.
It was then.
Gok I-hyeon's wailing, which had been heard loudly until now, stopped as if it were a lie.
"...?"
As no more sound was heard, Namgung Il slightly raised his head.
Did he really die on his own?
Since Gok I-hyeon's injuries were by no ans at a normal level, Namgung Il looked at Gok I-hyeon with a slight expectation.
"...!"
Contrary to his expectations, Gok I-hyeon was still alive.
However, his appearance had changed noticeably from before.
"Krr..."
Blood was flowing profusely from the wounds on Gok I-hyeon's face, which he had clawed with his own fingernails.
And his two eyes were bloodshot, redder than the blood flowing from his face.
An unknown sound was also flowing from his mouth, like a beast.
'That's...'
Namgung Il knew that appearance well.
The form the Blood Dragon Cult mbers took when they made their last struggle.
At any other ti, he would have just called it a struggle... but at least now, he didn't have the leisure to say that.
Swoosh—.
Just then, Gok I-hyeon moved his head with an unnatural movent.
A neck that bent bizarrely, like a wooden doll.
The mont his eyes t Namgung Il's, Gok I-hyeon rushed at Namgung Il like a wild beast.
"Keoheok—!"
Gok I-hyeon extended one hand and grabbed Namgung Il's neck.
In that state, Namgung Il's body gradually rose.
He struggled to get out sohow, but the more he did, the more Gok I-hyeon's grip tightened around Namgung Il.
"...I've decided."
"...!"
"I can't do anything about the Blood Spot Grass you've swallowed. So... I'll take your blood instead."
Gok I-hyeon said and smiled eerily.
That was the conclusion Gok I-hyeon had reached.
He had thought that if he offered Namgung Il's blood for the Blood Demon's resurrection instead, it might have an effect equivalent to the Blood Spot Grass.
"You'll... take my blood?"
"Yes, this is all because you swallowed the Blood Spot Grass."
"Haha... do you really think the Blood Demon can be resurrected with that?"
Grip—.
As Gok I-hyeon squeezed his hand even more strongly, Namgung Il had no choice but to automatically close his mouth.
"That's not for you to judge."
"..."
"It's my part... who holds your life in my hands right now."
It seed Gok I-hyeon really thought his blood could replace the Blood Spot Grass.
Although Namgung Il thought it was absurd, on the other hand, he couldn't completely deny those words.
'Can my blood really replace the Blood Spot Grass?'
Namgung Il didn't know how the Blood Spot Grass was used for the Blood Demon's resurrection.
In the first place, there was no way the Blood Demon's corpse would have remained intact until now, and a dead person couldn't swallow the Blood Spot Grass like him.
Since he didn't know exactly what the ritual of resurrection was, Gok I-hyeon's words sounded absurd, but on the other hand, they were unsettling.
Thwack—.
Just then, Gok I-hyeon threw Namgung Il.
If he had been thrown to the floor, the impact would have been less, but unfortunately, there was a pillar in the direction Namgung Il flew.
"Keoheok—!"
As if his back had been hit hard, Namgung Il vomited blood.
"Shut up!"
"..."
"It's blood to be used for His resurrection! So don't spill it carelessly!"
Gok I-hyeon shouted at Namgung Il.
To be told not to spill blood because it would be used for the Blood Demon of all people... Namgung Il, barely leaning against the pillar, let out a hollow laugh.
"Damn it."
"...!"
"Kaak— Ptui!"
Namgung Il spat out the blood remaining in his mouth as if to show him.
Seeing that, Gok I-hyeon picked up the Thunder Tiger Sword that had fallen on the floor.
"What I need is your blood. Not you."
"..."
"Die."
Gok I-hyeon rushed at him from the front with the sword.
He was on the verge of stabbing him with the sword, but Namgung Il couldn't even budge from his spot even after seeing the scene.
Puk—.
In the end, the Thunder Tiger Sword pierced Namgung Il's abdon.
At that mont, blood flowed from his abdon.
An amount that couldn't even be compared to what he had shed so far was flowing down the Thunder Tiger Sword.
Pak—.
At that mont, Namgung Il grabbed the sword's blade with both hands.
Gok I-hyeon, seeing that, laughed as if it were pathetic and said.
"Are you trying to make a last struggle?"
"..."
"It's useless. Even if you put in strength, I won't let go of this sword..."
"...Hold on tight."
At Namgung Il's words, Gok I-hyeon sensed sothing was wrong.
Pajik—.
But it was too late to realize.
At so point, electric light was being generated from Namgung Il's body, and the Thunder Tiger Sword was also shining accordingly.
'...Thank goodness.'
It's a good thing the sword that stabbed my stomach was the Thunder Tiger Sword.
If it had been another sword, he wouldn't have been able to do anything to that fellow with just this much energy, but with the Thunder Tiger Sword, it was a different story.
"...!"
The mont he sensed sothing was wrong, Gok I-hyeon tried to pull the Thunder Tiger Sword out of Namgung Il's abdon.
Pajijijik—!
Almost at the sa ti, a strong burst of energy was released.
The last bit of energy Namgung Il had squeezed out was transmitted straight to Gok I-hyeon through the Thunder Tiger Sword. This energy was like a fatal poison to those who had not learned the Thunder Emperor Divine Art.
Brrrrr—.
Gok I-hyeon's body trembled violently, as if he had been electrocuted.
And a mont later, his figure, letting go of the sword he was holding, fell back.
Whether he was dead or had simply lost consciousness, Gok I-hyeon did not stir at all.
"Haa— Haa—."
Namgung Il looked down at him, breathing heavily.
He had delivered the final blow with the internal energy he had recovered for a short while.
Of course, it wasn't directly sent into the opponent's interior, and the amount was minimal, so the power itself would be weak.
But Gok I-hyeon was also in a very weakened state.
Fortunately, thanks to the Thunder Tiger Sword, he was able to transmit the energy as it was, so it seed to have been an effective attack on the opponent.
Jureureu—.
Now, he had really used up all his strength.
Namgung Il, with difficulty, pulled out the Thunder Tiger Sword from his abdon and then slid down the pillar and sat on the floor.
'I have to... get up...'
He had to take Gwangcheon and Tang Wol-yeong and get out of this place.
However.
His body no longer moved, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
"..."
In the end, Namgung Il's head dropped completely.
The Labyrinth of Sacrifice.
With the exit to escape it right in front of them, no one was standing.
(End of Chapter)
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