Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Chapter 712

Episode 712. I will follow the will of Gwangmyeong Jincheon.

Woongcheonju.

Senra Castle.

The heavenly role of Tongrong Channok, the blood master servant.

Orobos, a demon, believed that there was nothing like a human being as a sacrifice to defile the Heavenly Gate.

When he thought of the simple physically dirty things of the Brok (dwarfs), Orobos thought of what insulted the Creator the most.

From his point of view, it was using people as sacrifices.

This is because humans were chosen by the creator god to be the administrators of the astronomy.

He believed that humans, like the astronomers, were selected.

That makes sense.

As a result, these three astronomical human saviors were chosen by the God of Creation.

The proof is that the Heavenly Gate was built at the gate of the Savior.

Therefore, nothing could be more uglier than sprinkling the blood of a chosen human being on the Creator God.

But that was Orobos’ misunderstanding.

As a demon, he did not know the history of human sacrifice that took place in Kuju.

Even if I had known, I wouldn’t have been able to sharpen it.

the next morning.

At the direction of Orobos, the monsters caught the people hiding in the jungle of Ungcheonju.

Deberg, the leader of the Broques, lightly frowned upon seeing the one man and one woman.

To him, a sub-species, humans were the same as the Brokes.

However, he could not reject humans when he sacrificed even monsters.

If that happened, it was clear that the demons would feed the Brokes as food for the monsters.

The human man glanced at the sledgehammers the dwarfs were holding.

He couldn’t understand why the dwarfs were hanging out with the demons.

This is because, to the Savior’s people, the dwarves are erratic and fun people.

As the Brokks hesitated, Deberg approached the man.

And before he could say anything, he hit the man in the temple with a hammer.

Quick-!

The man collapsed with the sound of bones breaking.

“Kyaaak!”

The woman who had been watching with bated breath clutched her head and screamed.

One of the Brokes standing behind the woman frowned at the noise and swung a hammer.

Pak-!

The woman also fell down next to the man.

Dberg nodded to the other Brokks.

Brokes, standing with sad faces, dragged the man and woman behind the fontanelle.

After a while, they filled a huge jar full of human blood.

Seeing the human blood, Deberg let out a long sigh.

‘ha! I’m sorry.’

He felt a little guilty, but quickly brushed it off.

Undoing the consecration of the Heavenly Gate was more urgent than feeling guilty about the murder.

If he couldn’t solve the consecration, he himself would be forced to become a human prisoner.

Deberg hoped to anger the Creator with human blood.

With such expectations and hopes, he scooped blood with a gourd and sprinkled it on the heavenly gate.

Chew-! Chop-!

As soon as the fontanelle was stained with blood, Deberg intuited failure.

This time the strange black cloud didn’t come.

Was it just a coincidence that what happened when the maggots were sprinkled with blood?

Or is it because human blood is less dirty than the blood of maggots?

I don’t know which one, but the sky above the heavenly gate was clear.

To the extent that the gruesome deaths of human men and women seemed fleeting.

One of the Brokes who was glancing at the sky came with a gourd and sprinkled it together.

The lower part of the fontanelle was drenched in blood, but the result was the same.

The eyes of Orobos and the demons who were watching from afar sank coldly.

Baffled Broke clung to the fontanelle.

The unripe Brokes scooped blood with their bare hands and smeared it on the fontanelle.

Thirty or so Brokks were stained with human blood.

Before long, the Brokes sang ‘Omua’ by hitting the bloody fontanelle with a hammer.

‘Omua’ is a song that the Brokes used to smelt iron.

As Orobos lowered his hand, the Abhals rushed at the dwarves like a pack of dogs.

“Ahh!”

“Save me!”

“evil!”

The screams of the Brokes burst out as if they were about to explode, but they soon subsided.

Between the squatting Abhals, there was a loud ‘chop’ and chewing of meat.

Orobos walked past the gluttonous Abhals and approached the Astronomical Gate.

The heavenly gate, which was painted with the blood of monsters, humans, and even dwarves, was bizarre.

It is difficult to find a bust like this in Macheon.

It was even absurd that the consecration had not been completed despite such an ugly appearance.

Orobos picked up the iron hammer that the dwarfs had spilled.

And hit the rock around the heavenly gate.

bang!

The rock split in two with an explosion.

The Abhals, who were eating the dwarfs, glanced back, wondering what was going on.

Successively, Orobos approached the heavenly gate with a hammer and swung it vigorously.

Quaang-! Although it is the same rock, there are no scratches left on the heavenly gate.

“her! It looks like I’m going back empty-handed...”

I felt gloomy at the thought of explaining to the Demon King Cheonjama, ‘I have to give up Astronomy.’

***

Hansanju.

Samchaeseong Okcheon Port.

Triangular audience.

The Grand Master Yeon Jeok-ha and the representatives of the three schools gathered at Samhwan-gak, the lodging in Gwangmyeong-Jincheon.

The masters of religious sects gathered in Gaekcheong intuitively knew that they had been called to the question of astronomy.

Everyone glanced at Grand Master Yeonjeokha.

Yeonjeokha, who was waiting for Gwangmyeongjincheon to come out, waved to the Gokbunjo union.

The gokbunjo union hurriedly approached and bowed their heads.

“yes. Grand Master.”

“Are all the Thousand Ligu’s here?”

“yes.”

For a moment, Yeon Jeok-ha frowned.

He said ‘yes’ without reporting such important information to himself, the Grand Master.

I wanted to step on it slowly, but I held it in.

It is because it is obvious that the Gokbunjo union did so under the direction of Gwangmyeong Jincheon.

“So what?”

When the Gokbunjo union was about to answer, Gwangmyeong-jincheon came out to the audience.

Representatives of the three clans all stood up from their seats and bowed to Gwangmyeong Jincheon.

Naturally, the gokbunjo union’s answer was postponed.

Gwangmyeong Jincheon, who was sitting in the seat of honor, gazed at the Gokbunjo union.

“What were you talking about?”

“I was just about to answer a question from Master Daejongsa about the results of the Cheonrigu.”

Gwangmyeong Jincheon waved his hand as if to continue.

Then, the gokbunjo union continued their conversation with a calm face.

“Until yesterday, I received replies from six religious sects. Beopyojong, Gwangyeomjong, Heoljujong, Mugeukjong, Cheontaejong, and Soyojong said, ‘I will follow the will of Gwangmyeongjincheon.’”

It was a somewhat expected answer, but the atmosphere in the audience sank heavily.

Representatives of the Taesang sect, the Cheonji sect, and the Chunrae sect did not even breathe.

Gwangyeomjong, a religious sect who established a stand with Daejongsa, could do that, but it was presumptuous for the four clans under Daejongsa to say, ‘We will follow the will of Gwangmyeongjincheonnim.’

Venerable Jinpyo of Taesangjong glanced at Yeonjeokha’s complexion.

He himself was in a position to follow Gwangmyeong Jincheon’s suggestion, but it was only through Daejongsa.

‘I thought I would follow the will of Gwangmyeong Jincheon, not the Grand Master...’

It was wrong to pass on favorably as I openly ignored the proud Grand Master.

Since only the unions remain, they may lose their balance and go back and forth.

However, I have no idea what the nobles of the Mugeuk, Cheontae, and Soyo sects were thinking when they gave such an answer.

Venerable Jinpyo glanced at the Venerable Gwangseong of the Chun Lei sect.

The complexion of the Venerable Gwangseong was worse than that of the great master.

Gwangmyeong Jincheon, who nodded, asked with a casual face.

“I heard the answers of the six priests. What do you think of the three priests present here?”

The atmosphere in the guest room became bitter at the open disregard for Grand Master Yeon Jeok-ha.