Chapter: 739
“Guard! How can you do this?!”
In an instant, the warriors who were cheering and believed that he was an ally sent by the Emperor went mute and still. It was natural that they were shocked. After all, it was the head of the Great Guardian which fell down. Turning his head, Chun Yeowun asked the remaining warriors.
“Guard... do I still look like a Guard?”
“!?”
If he wasn’t the Guard, then who was he? Chun Yeowun lifted his sword and aimed it at them, and spoke in an authoritative voice.
“I am the Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountains”
“Ten Thousand Mountains? No... Demonic Cult?”
The Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountains was another term for the Lord of Demonic Cult. Their eyes, which looked at Chun Yeowun, went wide at the obvious truth that he spoke. But that wasn’t the end.
“And now I am an enemy who is going to kill you all”
“!!!”
Slash!
The moment he was done speaking, Chun Yeowun unfolded the Sword Force of Heavenly Demon.
The hall of the last level of the Guardian base was divided into three paths. Unlike Chun Yeowun who went straight down, Hu Bong came through a different path.
Turning right at every fork, one could find the prison cell of the Imperial Palace’s Guardian. In that place, there were two bodies wearing only underwear and their bodies were so bruised that their families won’t even recognize them.
“Damn it”
Hu Bong couldn’t help but curse out loud after witnessing such a sight. These bodies, which only had their underwear on, weren’t just tortured. All of their fingernails and toenails were plucked out, and he could see that they suffered from beating from an iron rod.
“Imperial Palace?! Bulshit!”
Hu Bong couldn’t stop swearing as he kept looking at the bodies. They were none other than the members of the Demonic Cult. The moment they got caught by the Court maids, it seemed like they were tortured severely and died from it.
“Sigh. I should stop swearing”, Said a wounded man, who was collecting sticks to burn the corpses.
He was the only surviving member of the captured Demonic Cult infiltrators. From the moment he got tortured, he could be called one-hell-of-a-lucky guy.
Hu Bong, who held a torch in his hand, hesitated.
“We can’t even take them back to our place...”
To burn the dead bodies to get rid of their existence, hurt Hu Bong. Seeing him sad, the other man asked him to hand over the torch.
“Alright, I’ll do it”
The man’s face was a mess. It was full of bruises and dried blood, his eyes were swollen, yet full of determination. As Hu Bong handed him the torch without hesitation, the bruised man lit pieces of cloth and the broken branches around the corpses.
Crackle!
The oil from the lamp poured and instantly caught fire. Watching the flames soar high, the only surviving members spoke.
“I was prepared to make sacrifices for our Cult because I was given the role of a spy. During an assignment, never show any signs of mourning for any brothers”
“Wh-who is mourning here? Huh...”
Hu Bong didn’t say anything. These masters, who were tasked with the duties of spies as the Demonic Cult, didn’t have family or close relatives as they mainly tasked themselves as spies, assassins, and intelligence gatherers.