The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 180

The Demonic Cult.

A dominant religious group that boasted the strongest military power as a single force and was ruled by a living demonic god.

That place, which had been the fear of the people of the Central Plains for over hundreds of years, was now filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

The sighs of tens of thousands of defeated soldiers made the air of the Demonic Cult damp. The martial artists had lost their will, and among those who had not learned martial arts, there were rumors that they should move their hos.

The atmosphere of the place where all the leaders of the Demonic Cult had gathered was not much different.

The Heavenly Demon Hall.

The Heavenly Demon was not there.

The eting was proceeding with the main seat empty.

"Demon Brain, what do you think of this situation?"

A heavy voice was low.

At the Vice-Cult Leader's question, the Demonic Cult's Chief Strategist, the Demon Brain, had nothing to say even if he had a hundred mouths.

It was the first battle of the war between the demonic and the righteous.

The front lines were three. All had been defeated.

At the Sidalmok Basin, by the Alliance Leader and the Emotionless Guest.

At the Kunlun Mountains, by the Sword King.

And at the Qinghai Lake, again by the Emotionless Guest.

They had to suffer a complete defeat without even being able to achieve a mutual destruction. In particular, the fact that the new master, the Emotionless Guest, had gone back and forth between two battlefields and had defeated them all was truly shocking.

"...I'm sorry."

The Demon Brain bent his already bent back even more.

The Cult Leader was dead, and the young cult leader had not yet been decided.

At the pinnacle of the Demonic Cult was the Vice-Cult Leader, Han Wonsang. The Demon Brain did not have the confidence to face his sharp gaze head-on.

"Do you think I put you in the position of Chief Strategist just to hear you say you're sorry? Co up with the next plan."

Nevertheless, the Demon Brain kept his mouth shut.

He had lost his confidence. He thought that he had been completely defeated by the Orthodox Path's Chief Strategist, Sima Hui, in this battle.

As the silence grew longer, the demonic ki that was rising from the Vice-Cult Leader's entire body beca even thicker. His demonic ki, which had reached the end of the transcendent realm, soon encroached on the Heavenly Demon Hall and made the floor and ceiling vibrate.

'The Demon Brain is a timid person. You have to coax him rather than press him to bring out his full ability.'

It was sothing the Cult Leader had once said.

But the Vice-Cult Leader was not of such a nature. Looking at the cowering Demon Brain right now, he wanted to smash his head with a single palm strike.

It was then.

"Then do you, Vice-Cult Leader, have a plan?"

The Vice-Cult Leader's cool gaze turned to the source of the voice.

It was a man wearing a silver fox mask.

Now that the Cult Leader was dead, there were only five people in the cult who could dare to speak to the Vice-Cult Leader like that.

Even so, since the Third Young Master was dead, there were only four left.

"Fifth Young Master, I am not a person who makes plans. I am a person who allows or disallows."

"That's right. Until I beco the Cult Leader, that is."

In an instant, a strange tension flowed through the hall.

The Vice-Cult Leader and the Fifth Young Master made eye contact and released their ki.

Due to the Fifth Young Master's remark, the First Young Master and the Fourth Young Master also showed their displeasure. The young cult leader had not yet been decided, so who gave him the right to say that he would beco the cult leader?

Now that the central point, the Cult Leader, was gone.

The system of the Demonic Cult was rapidly collapsing.

While everyone was indignant at their authority being undermined, only one person was genuinely worried about this Demonic Cult.

"Everyone, stop. Are we going to self-destruct among ourselves?"

It was the Second Young Master, who was wearing a black tiger mask. His eyes, which were the only thing visible through the mask, were maintaining their composure even in this situation.

In the slightly softened atmosphere, the Second Young Master's words continued.

"If this is the case, is there a reason for us to be gathered? Let's go and have a life-and-death battle with the righteous path guys and all die together. Since you, Vice-Cult Leader, have always disliked the Sword King, go and find him. I'll have to at least see the face of that guy called the Emotionless Guest."

At that, the Fifth Young Master burst into laughter. It was a thin and long laugh that suited the silver fox mask.

"Hahaha, I see. You're trying to seize the position of the young cult leader with the achievent of killing the Emotionless Guest, right? I can't let that happen. I'll have to see the Emotionless Guest first."

"Haa."

The Second Young Master let out a long sigh. To think that they were bickering even in this situation. He did not like the other young masters either, but he really disliked that Fifth Young Master, whom the Cult Leader had suddenly brought in in his later years.

It was not just that he was an eyesore. When he faced that guy wearing the silver fox mask, an instinctive repulsion would rise from the depths of his heart.

It was then.

The Demon Brain, who had been holding his breath, finally opened his mouth. As the Vice-Cult Leader's ki, which had been pressing him, disappeared, he finally began to think.

"Yes, the Second Young Master's words are right."

"Why are you like this too, Chief Strategist? I didn't say that with the intention of us fighting among ourselves."

"No, I think those words are right. What is the situation of the Demonic Cult right now? The whole air is gloomy, as if mold has grown. Because we lost. To overco this situation, there is only one way."

Everyone looked at the Demon Brain.

The Demon Brain felt a little pressure, but he continued to speak.

"Let's kill the Sword King. Let's kill the Emotionless Guest too. No, we must kill at least one of the two. Otherwise, we will not be able to continue this war."

"Why those two, of all people? There's also the Alliance Leader."

"It will be difficult to see the Alliance Leader. In the first battle, he ca out to show the symbolism of the Orthodox Path. As you, Vice-Cult Leader, said earlier, a leader is not a position that moves directly, but a position that decides."

The Vice-Cult Leader glared at the Demon Brain. To think that he would hold that word in his heart, what a petty person.

"Is that a plan? If you say let's kill them, will they die?"

"Of course not. If we want to kill those two, our Divine Cult will also have to endure a huge amount of damage. So, I dare to propose."

The Demon Brain, who had paused for a mont, swallowed.

Since he had little courage, he needed a mont to catch his breath. Soon, the Demon Brain's words continued.

"How about the young master who brings the head of the Emotionless Guest takes that seat?"

The Demon Brain pointed at the empty main seat.

It was the throne of the Cult Leader.

In an instant, the young masters' eyes flashed with greed. They were also tired enough of the long battle for the position of the young cult leader.

The Demon Brain thought it was a pretty good move.

In any case, if they had to endure a huge amount of damage, it was better for the six demonic families, which were the background of the young masters, to step forward, rather than the orthodox martial artists led by the Seven Demon Sect Leaders.

The family head and elders of the Yeo family had already died. The other six demonic families who had seen this had begun to be cautious. But if the position of the young cult leader was at stake, they would move.

The Ma family of the First Young Master.

The Jin family of the Second Young Master.

The Yuan family of the Fourth Young Master.

And the Eun family of the Fifth Young Master.

If all of them ca forward with all their might, they could surely kill the Emotionless Guest. The Demon Brain was so sure. Even if they did so and still could not kill the Emotionless Guest...

'It was a war that could not be won in the first place.'

Also, since the influential six demonic families had all co forward, there was a high probability that the Vice-Cult Leader would not be able to be stubborn and would go to the battlefield. He planned to entrust the Sword King to him.

The Demon Brain knew that the swordsman Vice-Cult Leader had a subtle inferiority complex towards the Sword King. If he stimulated that part appropriately and the influence of the six demonic families was applied, the Vice-Cult Leader would have no choice but to step forward.

"Do you all agree?"

The young masters looked at each other.

There was no particular answer. But the will to take the head of the Emotionless Guest and beco the young cult leader was clearly felt. In particular, the Fifth Young Master with the silver fox mask even looked very excited.

At that sight, the Demon Brain smiled with satisfaction. It seed that he could properly show the Orthodox Path's Chief Strategist this ti.

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On the other hand, the atmosphere of the Martial Alliance was very bright.

It was because they had won all the battles.

The First Alliance Unit, which had returned early, told the story of the overwhelming martial prowess shown by the Alliance Leader and Cheon Woojin like a heroic tale.

Soone even drew a line on the ground and said.

"Only those who are prepared to die should cross."

He imitated Cheon Woojin, making his tone and even his expression colder. The First Alliance Unit mbers who had been at the scene made a fuss, saying that the Demonic Cult guys could not even breathe, and those who had not been there were envious, saying that they had missed such a sight.

But, when the Third Alliance Unit, which had been dispatched to the Qinghai Lake, returned, a strange rumor began to spread.

It was that the Emotionless Guest had also appeared there.

"What are you talking about? The Emotionless Guest, sir, fought with us at the Sidalmok Basin."

"No, when we were being chased by the Demonic Cult and the North Sea guys, he suddenly flew in, wiped out about half of them, and then left. After that, the Poison King and the Beggar Lord appeared and took care of the rest."

"Does that make sense? Does he have two bodies? Did you dream?"

"It's true!"

At first, they did not believe each other. Since they were all just telling the facts that they had really seen.

But as the testimonies of dozens, and then hundreds, ca out, the Alliance mbers had no choice but to co to a surprising conclusion.

"So. After killing all those Demonic Cult guys at the Sidalmok Basin, he imdiately ran to the Qinghai Lake and killed all the North Sea and Demonic Cult guys there too."

"...Crazy."

The Alliance mbers let out a dry laugh. And yet, their steps were heading sowhere as if they were possessed by sothing. It was the Hidden Dragon Unit's estate.

Already, hundreds of young martial artists had set up camp in front of it. They were those who hoped to enter the Hidden Dragon Unit.

It was only the first battle after the war between the demonic and the righteous had broken out. Nevertheless, a new nickna was already spreading little by little instead of the Emotionless Guest.

The God of War.

There was no other way to express the achievents he had shown.

He was a martial artist who was certain to be talked about for a long ti throughout all of history.

Just being by the side of such a person during his commander days would be a drinking story until they died, and a story to tell their grandchildren.

And so, by the ti over three hundred people had gathered with excited hearts.

A group of people appeared from afar.

Everyone's gaze turned to that place.

At the head were Cheon Woojin, Jin Yun, and Song Yiyeon. Behind them were old n who were sohow dispirited.

Just as they had identified Cheon Woojin, Cheon Woojin also identified them. At the sa ti, he turned his steps, which had been heading for the Hidden Dragon Unit, in the opposite direction, as naturally as flowing water.

"H-he's running away!"

At the shout, Cheon Woojin's steps beca sowhat faster. In the anti, he took care of Song Yiyeon and Jin Yun. Although they had gained enlightennt, they were still in a state where they needed treatnt.

Cheon Woojin, seeing the hundreds of Alliance mbers rushing in, hurriedly said to the old n who happened to be next to him.

"Please stop them."

Although Cheon Woojin had not run away from the ten thousand Demonic Cult mbers, but had rather advanced, he did not know how to deal with the Alliance mbers who were rushing in with shining eyes.

And so, Cheon Woojin took Jin Yun and Song Yiyeon and left. The old n who were left alone hurriedly stood in front of the Alliance mbers.

"You bastards! What kind of rudeness is this to a person who has just returned! Can't you all get back!"

It was the shout of the old-fashioned Wudang Sword Immortal.

But it was sowhat insufficient to cool the heated hearts of the young Alliance mbers.

The Poison King was a little more seasoned.

How much of a stimulus would a martial artist like Cheon Woojin be to those energetic kids? Since he himself had been quite a hero when he was young, he knew that feeling well.

To soothe that passion, another substitute was needed. A strong substitute that could never be refused.

"Today is not the day. Instead, I, the Poison King, will personally give you a lesson on poison arts. It's not a chance that cos often, so everyone..."

Before he could even finish his words, the young martial artists rushed past the old n. The old n who were left alone after a wave had passed looked at each other.

"...When did we beco like this?"

"Sword Immortal, senior, let's just drink today."

"Oh! Where is there a big-hearted person who can have a drink with the Poison King of the world? Even if the Demonic Cult Leader ca back to life, he would be too scared to drink the liquor you give."

As the Wudang Sword Immortal made a fuss and boosted the Poison King's spirits, the Poison King also joined in.

"Hoho, don't say such things. Even if the White Flower Sword Immortal, senior, ca back, he would not be able to take back that nickna of the Wudang Sword Immortal, senior."

"Hahahaha! But I am also a person who knows etiquette. If the White Flower, senior, ca, I would naturally yield to him!"

While the laughter was blooming.

Another old man who happened to be passing by looked at the scene with his hands behind his back and chuckled.

"Was dentia a plague? The guy next to him has caught it too."

It was the Poisonous Hand, who had beco an elder of the Martial Alliance.

(End of Chapter)