Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

the Alliance could so blatantly use gunpowder was simple.

The Imperial Court has allowed you to use it. 

The Imperial Court had long since fallen into the hands of the Cult of the Inverted Sky.
Since the Inverted Sky had also infiltrated the Martial Alliance, there was nothing strange about the two supporting each other. 

In addition, there was also Jwa Do-gyul as the lord of the Martial Alliance.

Woon-seong chewed on his lips.
“The damage was unexpected.”

Sang Gwan-chuk ducked his head. 

Woon-seong shook his head.
“I also find it unexpected, so it is not a military crime.”

Regardless of what Woon-seong said, Sang Gwan-chuk did not lift his head. 

Woon-seong sighed.
“What happened to the injured soldiers?”

“We were able to recover all of them because the Alliance retreated to the basin after they ran out of cannonballs.”

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Woon-seong raised his hand in a blessing.
“Let all their bodies be laid within the temple.”

In the Cult of the Heavenly Demon, the temple was land hallowed by the Heavenly Demon.

A land of god’s will.

In other words, it was the land closest to god. 

To be buried in the temple was the greatest posthumous honor that could be given.  

It’s unfortunate. Woon-seong closed his eyes for a few moments.
Had he been there, he could have stopped the cannons. 

If so, the damage could have been reduced. 

As the man who led the Cult, Woon-seong felt responsible. 

He opened his mouth and said, “I must raise a memorial service.”

Sang Gwan-chuk nodded.
A memorial service in Murim — especially for the Demonic — was different from a general memorial service. 

A life for a life. 

The souls of the dead in Kangho could only be appeased by the lives of their enemies. 

Sang Gwan-chuk raised his head and said, “I will prepare a grand memorial service.”

***

At first glance, the basin in Anshun looked like an open area.

This was because it was easy to see the front, so it was easy to see when others approached.

The Martial Alliance’s forces had gathered at the center. 

Exhaustion showed on their faces.
This was because they had been chased by the Demonic Army for the past few days. 

“But now that we’ve come down to the basin, there is nothing to chase,” someone muttered and the others nodded. 

“Perhaps we can have a good fight here.”

“Yes, we can’t just run away forever.
We have been eating shit for a few years, so we’ll just have to fight for better things.”

Some of the young soldiers gripped their swords even while resting. 

At their words, an older soldier sighed.
“Hah…”

Some of the younguns turned to him, burning with determination. 

“Hey, old man, what are you so worried about that you have to be sighing? There’s nowhere to be chased here, so the only thing to do is fight.”

The old man, Jang Han-su, sighed.
“Hey, young man.
I’ve been on the battlefield for a very long time, ever since I was young like you.”

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“Old man, were you an infantryman?” frowned the soldier. 

He was a consumable soldier, written off as an infantryman.
The old man frowned, but nodded. 

Generally, people would be somewhat disrespectful when faced with infantry. 

Meanwhile, the soldier glanced at Jang Han-su’s body. 

“But you survived for so long.”

“Yes, I’ve had one thing better than others since I was young, which has allowed me to survive for so long.”

The profession of the foot soldiers at the front were to be arrowheads.
So it was hard to survive for long. 

But the old man in front of him said that he had a talent which allowed for survival. 

Although it was just a lowly foot soldier, it was natural to be curious about survival skills. 

“What is it?” the young man asked. 

The old man briefly answered, “My senses.”

“Senses?” The young man titled his head.
Then, after a bolt of realization, he concluded that the old man meant his sixth sense or intuition.
He laughed, “Puhahahaha!” 

The young man scornfully said, “So it was possible for you old man to survive just because of your gut feelings?”

The old man murmured, “Yes, that is right.
But somehow this battle is very unsettling.
I have never been more anxious.”

The young man’s expression darkened at the man’s grim words.
It was because he felt uncomfortable talking about anxiety before the battle.

The young man shouted, “Hmph, check your blades again if you have the time for nonsense.
That cheap iron sword won’t save your life.”

“I still have a feeling….”

The old man opened his mouth again and the young man interrupted him. 

“Oh, come on, don’t believe that feeling—! ”

Puchi-

Immediately, the young man’s head fell forward, punctured by something that had flown through the air. 

Forward was the direction of where the old man sat. 

Blood and brains were now pooling at the old man’s feet. 

Seeing it, the old man trembled. 

“Seems my anxiousness was justified.”

Arrows began to rain down on the Martial Alliance’s soldiers. 

Weng—