Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation

Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation Chapter 152

The position of the priest (1) That night.

Seolhui scoured the room on the second floor to which he was assigned, but found no abnormalities.

There was no 'save', and there were no objects that combine martial arts.

Maybe it's normal.

If the 'previous life' was designed by someone, the 'present life' did not involve any minor intervention except in special circumstances.

Now is the time to accept that fact.

and the next morning.

Seolhui rubbed his eyes and went down to the first floor when he heard that someone was visiting him.

Heo Yeon An old man with a beard hanging down to his chest greeted him with a bright face.

“It’s overkill, but it’s called Mandapseosaeng.” He introduced himself as the person in charge of educating the newbies who became secret warriors.

“Are you the one in charge of all the angelic spirits?” "no.

I am not alone.” I have been explaining that there is a person suitable for the commander Matthew Ryong, and that the instructors who fit the individual inclinations are in charge of direct education for those who used to be the commanders and now members of the angel spirits.

gracious.

A well-written directory was brought out.

Seolhui took it and spent a long time memorizing it.

Because the location has changed, it seems that there are quite a few people who need to know in the future.

after a short time has passed.

Seolhui and Mandap Seosaeng climbed to the top of the mountain behind.

Whew oh The wind at the summit was strong.

There was a long veil stretched next to a large rock at the top.

It seems that there were people who stayed here from time to time.

sabak.

Mandapseosaeng sat on a rock of a suitable size.

Seolhui also found a suitable rock opposite him and sat down.

Mandap Seosaeng opened his mouth after choosing a word for a while.

The topic was unexpected.

“Lord Lord, do you know why the battle for the successor of the disciples of Cheonma took place?” “Isn’t that because the headmaster announced in advance that he would select the next headteacher before he retired?” "Yes.

Officially.” official? With a very subtle tone, Seolhui asked straight away.

“Is there any other reason?” “Actually, it’s strange that a scramble for a war took place in the first place.” Mandapseosaeng explained.

Originally, Salma, the first disciple of the headmaster, no one doubted that he would become the next headmaster.

Numerous groups of magicians reached out their hands first, and offered themselves to become his subordinate forces.

However, as time went on, the Japanese imperialists' ability to expand diminished.

The confrontation was formed as those who did not receive Salma's favor now joined Mahu's forces.

“So far, this is possible.

The problem was the rapid growth of Dumbyeong-nim’s power.” The hermit masters, the elders of the Magyo, who had resigned from their current positions, out of the blue began to send support to the Three Disciples.

Thanks to this, the lack of power of the three disciples was filled, and the battle for succession between the disciples naturally turned into a three-way war.

“I think this may have been the intervention of the heavenly devil.” “The angel… … .

So, why did you intervene?” Seolhui, who was listening, asked.

At first I thought it was, but it was strange to hear.

Is the recluse master different from the recluse master? These are the warriors who retired from their current positions and focused on their own training.

Do they stop living and support the Three Disciples? Why did you suddenly join the war for power? “Although some commented that it was because they were concerned that the balance of power was too skewed to one side… … I saw that the dwarf was different from that.” “How did you see Mandap Seosaeng?” “Play… … It seems you want to do it.” "play?" Seolhui's forehead moved wriggling.

"Yes.

Killing each other and killing each other, tactics such as deceit and anti-criticism, and strategies such as Lee Jae-na and car-killing.

How will the disciples die in such a quarrel? … You must want to see it.” There is a trick called solitude.

It collects a lot of poisonous insects such as snakes, toads, and scorpions and puts them in one jar.

The poisons, who initially looked at each other, suffered from hunger as time passed, and eventually began to fight and eat each other.

In the end, the one who survives to the end becomes the most vicious one with concentrated poison and life.

“… … .” Seolhui, who heard Mandap Seosaeng's words, was momentarily speechless.

That's why it was so shocking.

Can your actions, which you have risked your life for countless times so far, become a game for someone? I couldn't imagine.

Could it be someone with a heart wrapped in iron or something like that? “You see death as a game? Does that make sense!” Seolhui screamed and stood up.

“It's just speculation.

But it's not entirely possible.

The Absolute, who soars so high, is such a being.” Mandap Seosaeng shook his head with a bitter expression.

“Heaven is like a high heaven, and his thoughts are difficult for ordinary people like us to dare to judge.” It is said that the bird can travel a thousand miles with one flap of its wings.

If a person who is like the head of the Heavenly Demon or the Demon Church intervened in the existing struggle for succession, there must be a purpose.

“To him, the life or death of our criminals is not important.

He can bring fresh inspiration to the way we fight and do our best.” 'Damn it...

… .' Seolhui was nauseous.

The owner of this place is a voyeur who sees death and killing.

It was also by creating such a power structure so that one side would not be divided.

“Where is the teacher’s will? No, you didn't come up with such an extreme idea just by guessing, did you? What is the rationale?” Seolhui calmed down his anger and asked a question once.

It was strange to believe in a political battle that I had never even thought of before, just listening to the words of Mandap Seosaeng.

“It was only a year after the third disciple was chosen that it became known that the power structure had been established to some extent.

And not long after that, Cheonma dared to make Gonma-sama a disciple.

Why?” “That’s right, Gonma has great powers… … .” “That is the reason.

The existence of a priest becomes a new variable in itself.” only once.

Gonma, who possesses the potential to kill a monster, was able to kill even if the opponent was a master of extreme demons.

A three-way battle that interlocks like rock, paper, scissors.

The power of the three disciples was stable, and only the situation of confrontation with each other continued.

The appearance of the priest Gonma here was, at best, throwing fire once again into the waning fight.

"under… … .” Seolhui shook her head.

It was becoming more and more difficult.

How the hell did the psychic brain of a man named Chunma come about? The disciples he taught himself pushed their backs to kill each other.

It's a natural story, but when the disciples of Cheonma fight each other, they aren't the only ones dying and getting hurt.

There are forces under their control.

When such powers and powers quarrel, a wind of blood blows in the Cheonma Shintoism.

Countless people will unexpectedly get caught up in the fight and die.

“In the eyes of the Angelic Spirit Lord, what does the current situation look like? The situation of the disciples.” “… … .” When Seolhui was silent, Mandap Seosaeng opened his mouth again.

“The Japanese have the greatest advantage.

When all of the disciples’ strength is counted as ten (十), Salma sees it as four (four).” “The others?” “Now there are three (three) children, and the third is two (二).

And a priest is one.” 'Certainly thirteen.' Gonma's power is one out of ten.

No, in fact, it may be less than that.

The other disciples are all under their control.

For Priest Gonma, the mastery of Choma was everything.

“But don't worry too much.

Although the Priest has one power out of ten, depending on the circumstances, it can be four or five.” “… … What do you mean by that?” “Even if you can’t rise to the position of headmaster yourself, you have the power to knock someone down.” 'but.' It wasn't wrong.

Gonma is a thousand-killer.

When that power runs wild, it becomes an absolute master.

Regardless of whether the opponent is a nerd or an idiot, if he gets in the way of him recklessly, he will have to sacrifice his own life.

'I'm sure it's structured like this.' “And Gonma already has a plan for how to deal with the other disciples.” “… … !” “That is also the reason I came here.

Angelic Spirit Lord Seolhui.” Mandap Seosaeng's eyes deepened.

* * * Meanwhile, at that time.

Priest Gonma, dressed in neat public clothes, was walking inside the amusement park.

“I don’t know if it’s late or not.” Cheon Kwang, one of the first-class bodyguards, spoke with concern.

The time the sun rises now is four o'clock (9 am).

It was originally scheduled to meet with the executioners at Jinshi (7-9 am), so Gonma had arrived late.

“Well, how are you? It’s good for me too.” Gonma looked relaxed.

He felt very, very good.

He was the only one who had always been patient.

Horse is one of the four great disciples.

The Japanese disciples, Jejaja, and the three disciples all ignored him and despised him.

Not only he himself was bowing down, but everyone in the forces under Gonma had to live with the eyes of other disciple forces.

however this time.

The unexpectedly acquired new subordinate caused great damage to the power of the highly sassy illegitimate disciple.

For Gonma, who had been contemplating patience while soothing a sore stomach, this is a refreshing relief that really clears up a clogged stomach.

Gonma's footsteps had to be light.

'It shouldn't be a big deal.' However, seeing him like that, Chun-gwang was more worried.

After a while, the two arrived at the pavilion overlooking the artificial pond.

As expected, Gonma was able to see the death-brother-in-law who had arrived earlier.

“You stay away.” Gonma gave Cheon Guang's attention and walked towards it.

“A little late.” When the priest Gonma greeted him, there was a quiet atmosphere.

In fact, the atmosphere seemed to have been cold all the time before he came.

If you look at something different from each other.

“… … .” Salma leaning against the pillar of the sperm.

Mafu sitting with her buttocks on the railing of the pavilion.

And from where he got it, a dumbbell sitting on a chair next to the pavilion and covering his face with a fan.

When none of the brothers-in-law responded, Gonma naturally climbed up to the pavilion and sat down.

OK.

"jackanapes." Salma, leaning her back against the pillar, opened her mouth.

“The world is turning upside down.

You, the last in the ranks, dare you to wait for the death penalty?” A voice mixed with rebuke and rebuke.

He had a very harsh voice compared to usual.

It seemed that something was firmly twisted in the examination.

"sorry.

I've been working on something else for a while...

… .” Gonma rose to his feet and bowed.

“What did you do?” "That is… … .” Gonma's expression hardened a little.

Salma's cold gaze was not meant to ask the reason, but rather to provoke.

Realizing that, Gonma opened his mouth with an awkward smile.

“I’m sorry, but it’s hard to tell.” "what?" Salma's eyebrows rose.

But Gonma didn't stop there.

“It’s just that sometimes I’m late, so please understand.

I am also a body that rules a group.

No matter how high-ranking you are, I don't think there's any reason for me to tell you all my circumstances." “… … .” “Hey.” In an instant, the atmosphere changed drastically.

Salma's eyes were torn apart, and now Mahu and the third disciple Dumbyeong's eyes lit up with interest.

gonma.

A disciple who has been busy just obeying, far from answering or refusing.

It's surprising to see him behaving like that now.

“This guy… … You've lost your cowardice.

Do you really want to die?” When Gonma unexpectedly bumped into him, Salma blatantly expressed his anger.

wiggle wiggle.

The ground around him began to shake.

Formless life began to gather and react.

intangible keeper.

It is said that the life of a master who has risen to the extreme can kill people without even touching it.

A huge pressure that even the master of Choma could be withdrawn was shot at the priest.

“Huh.

Calm down, ambassador.

Truth be told, it's coming out, but it was us who were always late, weren't we?" Mahu intervened.

The content of what he said was obviously a dry tone, but his expression and voice seemed to enjoy a lot.

Dumbbells were also added there.

“That’s right, brother.

It's my first time ever...

… please pass on Aren’t you a priest who always listened to me?” "this… … .” Was it because of the reaction of the other two disciples? Salma slowly reaped life.

In line with that, the dumbbell said to Gonma.

“Gonma, you went too far.

I sincerely apologize to the death penalty.” “… … .” Gonma turned his gaze to Salma.

Then he knelt down and bowed his head.

“My words were harsh, ambassador.

I beg your forgiveness.” "huh." Salma glanced at him.

As if he was going to pass on this just once, he gave up his anger and returned to his original cold expression.

When the atmosphere was relaxed a little, the third disciple Dumbbell changed the topic.

“By the way, is it true that the death penalty, volcanic gangsters were encamped there?” At the most, it was a word that threw fire again into the calm atmosphere.