During the following month, the Eight Bolt Blade King concentrated all his ti and energy on healing. He was given nurous elixirs and his torn ridians were soon repaired.
The dicine was not enough to heal everything, but he focused on restoring the many large and small injuries.
As a result, although not all wounds were gone, he was able to repair one of his arms.
That ant he was able to maintain strength in the level of Absolution for about half an hour.
From these results, it could be seen how generous Woon-seong and the Cult of the Heavenly Demon had been in their support of the Bolt Kings recovery.
The Eight Bolt Blade King was not the only one recovering.
Soldiers from the Southern Army filled the Eastern Armys ranks. As a result, despite suffering losses, the Eastern Army was able to regain its massive size and strength.
A large platform was erected in front of these soldiers.
Woon-seong slowly walked to the top.
As Woon-seong appeared, the more than 10,000 soldiers gathered there greeted in unison:
Hail the Heavenly Demon!
Hail the Heavenly Demon!
Woon-seong nodded.
Burning with the Divine Fla, he looked at those standing in front of him and shouted, Do you know why we are here today?
Sheer flas seed to pour from Woon-seongs eyes. His voice was carried to all of the 10,000 soldiers.
There was not a single soldier who could not hear his voice, and so they all responded:
We are gathered here to wage war!
We are gathered here to wage war!
Woon-seong shook his head. Wrong!
All the demonic soldiers went silent at the sa ti.
Woo-seong looked at them and said, We are not here to wage a war.
The Divine Fla burned in both of his eyes and his fangs flashed brightly whenever he spoke.
Kung
He stomped his foot and the platform trembled.
Today, we are gathered here not for war, but for a morial service!
The demonic soldiers twitched at the words morial service. The recent defeat was still fresh in their minds.
Woon-seong continued to shout at these demons.
Look around you! Look at the face of the person next to you!
Listening to him, the demonic soldiers looked at each other with puzzled expressions. Then, their faces hardened, as if understanding what the Heavenly Demon ant.
Is that the sa face you saw the other day? I am asking, are they the sa comrades who stood by you on the battlefield?!
No one could answer him easily.
Soldiers from the Eastern Army and the Southern Army had co together, mixing with soldiers from the West.
Of course, there were faces who had not changed, but that was a minority.
Many new faces had appeared; others had disappeared and new people filled those spaces.
The Western Armys morale was at an all ti low. Even those who were newly joining seed affected by the mood.
Your brothers-in-arms from the Cult are still lying on that cold ground. Those who are willing to abandon their identity as Demons and wish not to avenge their brothers, you may leave here.
The demonic soldiers were silent.
Then soone raised their sword up high and shouted, We will raise a morial service!
That was the signal.
Soldiers all around him drew their swords and yelled, We will avenge our brothers!
Like ripples on the surface of a lake, the soldiers drew their swords and shouted. Each person lifted their weapons high.
And they shouted together:
Avenge their spirits with blood!
Woon-seong nodded with satisfaction.
He then stomped again.
Kung
It echoed and the platform cracked.
Standing atop it, Woon-seong commanded: Look behind you!
The soldiers turned in unison.
A wide open plain appeared in their sights.
The enemy is at the end of this plain!
The soldiers stared at the wide rolling fields.
They could not see it, but Woon-seong could.
Enemy barracks, enemy movents!
It was blurry, but visible.
Woon-seong roared:
Do not think of this as war. It is rely a morial service. No one is going to die in the midst of holding a morial service!
The demons shouted:
There is no such fool!
There is no such fool!
Woon-seong nodded and stomped again.
Kung
The platform collapsed with a groan.
Woon-seong still stood high.
He was standing on air.
Woon-seong roared, pointing at the enemies from the air, Then, lets go!
Kuaa-
Woon-seongs roar echoed and rippled.
Rough sand and dust swirled from the fields.
Let us hold the morial service!
Hail the Heavenly Demon!
Hail the Heavenly Demon!
Bang, bang, bang.
The drums bood, echoing across the ground.
That was a signal.
The Cult of the Heavenly Demon began to advance across the land.
At the forefront of the advancing army were Woon-seong, the Eight Bolt Blade King, the Senior Strategist, and Cheon Ah-young.
I see them.
As Woon-seong said, the enemy was beginning to appear. Previously, they might have been blurry, but they were now clear as day.
Woon-seong glanced at them and asked the Bolt King and Cheon Ah-young, Do you see either of the two masters?
Cheon Ah-young and the Bolt King shook their heads.
Nothing.
It was all just ordinary soldiers. But if that was all there was, the Western Army would not have suffered so.
The Eight Bolt Blade King swallowed as he rembered, That day, too He gripped his blade. They did not intervene at first, but suddenly appeared in the middle.
So they may appear today.
Cheon Ah-young and the Blade King nodded.
You have not forgotten the signal, have you?
The Blade King and Cheon Ah-young rolled up their left sleeves. To their arms were tied bamboo containers.
Those were the signals.
At the critical mont, if they saw the masters, they would fire off the blue firecrackers.
Woon-seong nodded his head in confirmation.
As the Demonic Army advanced, the Martial Alliance had seen them and was now moving to engage.
If we keep going like this, there will be a collision halfway.
Woon-seong stepped forward.
Kuung
The ground trembled as an earthquake shook the area.
Woon-seong roared once more,
Do not forget. We are raising a morial service!
Hehehehehehehehe!
His voice reached even those in the back, touching even the weary.
We will not forget!
We will not forget!
Soon after, the blue and dark red waves collided with another, just as Woon-seong predicted.
Without hesitation, the two sides roughly slamd into each other.
Waaaaahhh!
It was a vicious struggle.
In the middle of the violence, one of the Orthodox soldiers shouted: Do not retreat! It is rely a person called a demon! We have already defeated them once! Do not lose!
Cheon Ah-young, offended by these words, frowned. She gripped her sword and moved her other hand.
It was clear that the voice had co from sowhere near the center of the Martial Alliance formation.
Cut down the leader to demoralize the enemy.
Cheon Ah-young, who had practiced martial arts, thought that way.
She imdiately restrained the man and moved her sword.
Puchi
Blood splattered and the enemys head was cut in half.
Huff!
With her making a move, several soldiers shouted, Kill her!
Soone swung at her.
Cheon Ah-young had already retreated.
Again.
She would fight soone, back up to stabilize, then fight again. She repeated that inhalation and exhalation.
At the sa ti, she thought about what Woon-seong had said ten days ago.
I wont let you down twice.
Cheon Ah-youngs sword began to slash enemies more ruthlessly.
Puchi
The Eight Bolt Blade King grasped his own blade. He may not have fully recovered in such a short amount of ti, but he left a field of electricity in his wake.
Zzzt
Bang!
Pure thunderstorms of chaos, carrying lightning that separated the earth and sky amongst the enemies!
The blade in the Eight Bolt Blade Kings hand erupted with the intensity of lightning. An eight-branched blast swept through the enemies in a fan shape.
Ah!
Stop him!
Enemies were dismbered, electricity crackling at their wounds.
Those who prevented serious injuries were not better off.
Zzzt-zzzt!
Cough!
Once the Orthodox soldiers had been paralyzed by the electric currents, other demonic soldiers would slash through them ruthlessly.
The Demons eyes were filled with venom.
To avenge my comrades!
To avenge my brothers!
Lets raise a morial service!
As black waves surged, the demonic soldiers poured through. Between them, swords, spears and more washed through their enemies.
Fwa-bing
Blood sprinkled the air and Cheon Ah-young danced through the enemy lines.
If the Eight Bolt Blade King was a wave sweeping through the enemy, Cheon Ah-young was an eagle who grabbed her prey.
The rising waves instantly brought fish to the surface and the eagle rushed to catch them.
And what was the fate of a fish caught in an eagles claws?
Was there a need to say more?
They were torn apart by the eagle.
And thus was the fate of enemies caught in the hands of Cheon Ah-young.
Her sword seed to divide into five, creating a sword aura and enemies were split apart.
Woon-seong watched Cheon Ah-young and smiled. My words seed to have helped.
He then turned to face his own enemies.
Woon-seong was currently surrounded by soldiers.
No one slackened their wall around him.
Even without the Black Dragon Robe, they knew who he was.
Heavenly Demon, prepare to die! soone yelled.
Woon-seong smiled coolly looking at the riffraff. None of you are attacking , what a waste of those swords in your hands.
It was a taunt.
Nevertheless, the soldiers did not attack. It was because fear of the Heavenly Demon was stronger than anger.
If you dont want to co
Seeing such enemies, Woon-seong said,
Then I will go to you.
Kuakuakuakua!
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