Chapter 945: 945
Who doesn't know.
It's just a joke. That the horse that comes out of the mouth of the devil is just to bring them down to the floor and crush them, mock them, ridicule them.
But… was there anyone who wasn't shaken?
When the word "life" came out of Jang Il-so's mouth, was there a single person here who had no expectation and earnestness in his heart?
Namgoongdowi closed his eyes tightly.
'I…'
As soon as Jang Il-so was told, even Namgoong-dowi, who was ready to die, felt a strong urge. The urge to live. Fear of not wanting to die.
If there were no people watching, he might have kneeled down in front of that funeral hall, grabbed his leg, and hung down.
Save me. I don't want to die. Not yet… I don't want to die yet.
Who would be different?
No matter how straight you try to be, how different would your desire to live be? Jang Il-so's one word was so easy to dig out the desire hidden and hidden in the deepest place.
"This……."
Namgung Hwang could not say anything with his teeth clenched.
Perhaps he feels the same way as Namgung-do. The tremor of that hand is not anger against Jang Il-so, but anger at himself, which he couldn't even say at that moment.
In the end, Namgung Hwang shouted in a seething voice.
"You wicked bastard!"
Jang Il-so looks at him with strange eyes.
"This time it's evil."
“…….”
"Well, what……" That's what I like to say. Heinous, mean, cowardly……. Well, anything is fine. Good, but…….”
Jang Il-so shook his head slowly.
"Not in this situation. "This is not the time to swear at me."
Namgoong Hwang closed his mouth. It was intended to understand the inside of Jang Il-so for a while, but it was not enough. In his ability, he couldn't see the inside of that monster.
"It's not something to think bad about."
Jang Il-so turned around and slowly approached Namgung Hwang. The sword of Namgung Hwang still remained vigilant, but Jang Il-so was easygoing and relaxed again this time.
Jang Il-so, who approached Namgung Hwang's side, whispered softly in his ear.
"Now…… the Emperor Nam. Think about it, huh? You have to think desperately. It's not always bad to be abandoned. You're free. Don't you think so?"
“…….”
Namgung Hwang bit his lips and stared at Jang Il-so. Blood-stained faces, scattered hair and blood-stained eyes were nowhere to go.
But did Nam Gung Huang know?
What does it mean that inspection, which is essential to maintain distance, will give this distance to the deacon. This action alone proves that he is faltering.
"Your…."
He said it like a chew.
"You want me to be your servant? Do you think our Changcheon Namgung Sega will be the dog of Sapa?"
Everyone shaken by this demon's voice shouted to make sure they could hear it clearly.
"Dead and dead, we do not become your dogs! Don't be ridiculous, Jang Il-so!"
Everyone agreed with that statement. It's important for everyone to survive. But there is definitely a value that cannot be changed for its survival.
Changcheon Namgungse.
Deaths were acceptable, but they could not be the mainstay of Jang Il-so. If they could, they wouldn't have thrown out peace and stormed into this plum island.
When strong opposition to Jang Il-so was about to cover everyone.
"…dog?"
Everyone's eyes were drawn to Jang Il-so's gesture, which seemed calm, but tilted his head slightly as if wondering."Again…… you're saying strange things. I don't understand.”
Jang Il-so bent his eyebrows and laughed at Namgung in an exaggerated way.
"A pseudonym."
"Yes, Lord Ryeon."
"Did I say that to them?"
"You didn't do it at all."
The family name answered immediately, as if there was nothing to think about. His face, which contrasted with Jang Il-so's, was expressionless to the point where he could not guess what he was thinking.
"Then why are they saying that?”
"It's because everyone thinks within their limits. It's only natural that they can't keep up with the Lord of Lyeon. They're not to blame."
"Well, yeah. You have a point."
Jang Il-so, who nodded leisurely, looked at Namgung with a big smile.
With a conversation like a skit, Namgung Hwang had no choice but to watch.
From the moment Jang Il-so arrived here, everyone seems to be just moving according to the roles Jang Il-so has made. Breathing in and out, even getting angry and venting.
"No, that's not it, Nam Gung Huang. And……."
Jang Il-so's eyes shifted from the Namgung Hwang to the inspectors of the Namgung Sega.
"Namgoongse."
It seemed to indicate that the authority to decide on this matter lies not only with the Namgung Emperor but also with the inspectors of the Namgung Sega.
"Why do you think I'm deceiving you?"
“…….”
"Because it's a safa?"
“…….”
"I'm just saying it as it is."
I'm being sucked in.
That voice. That tone. With that gesture.
"I'll say it again. That's not what I want. You don't have to be a dog, you don't have to be in a love affair. There's only one thing I want.”
The thin mouth twisted.
"All you have to do is say, 'Save me.' Yeah, that's all."
Everyone looked at him in rapture.
Not only Namgoongse but also Surochae numbers. There was a sense of hopelessness in both eyes of him.
It was truly a miracle that the faces of the many people filling the island were turning brown.
Are you out of your mind? Is the author really saying that? Why? Why? Why?
Jang Il-so laughed while standing in the midst of so many eyes filled with distrust and astonishment.
"It's not hard, is it? Right?"
“…….”
"That's all I need. I'll save you. I'll let you go as soon as I hear that. Right there, to the north of the river, where you were so eager to go back. Comfortable and comfortable, where your home is."
There must be a deadly poison in the devil's whisper.
But…… it doesn't make any difference to know that.
How can you ignore such sweet words?
"I'll pick up the body and let you take it. Even though they died here, they deserve to be buried in my hometown, don't they? Right? We fought harder than anyone else.”
The inspectors of the Namgung Sega turned their eyes without beating their instincts. The scene of Gassol and his colleague, who were dead, was embedded in their eyes like a fire.
"It's not hard."
Jang Il-so said comfortably to the child.
"Just one word. Just one word, and it'll all come true. In the name of Jang Il-so, I lost…….”
Then I took a little time.
Let everyone wait with a thirst for his words.
"…I promise."
When the sweet and deadly words were over, there was a moment of silence.And then someone opened their mouth. As if possessed.
"Save me……."
"No!"
At that time, Namgoongdowi, who was next to him, quickly reached out and covered his mouth. Then he shouted with an angry face.
"Where and where!"
Jang Il-so made a slight frown.
"Oh, my God. What a great upper-head who wants to live is blocking his mouth and pushing him to death. Ugly. I wouldn't do anything like this.”
"Shut up, you son of a gun! What the hell are you trying to do?"
"Hm?"
"Don't look down on Namgung! We're not falling for your tricks…….”
At that moment, Jang Il-so's eyes, which had always been soft, were violently distorted. The momentum was surprisingly harsh, and Namgung Dowi stopped talking and retreated one step back.
In the light-colored eyes, there was a lot of toughness as if a blue flame were blazing.
"You think it's funny?"
Jang Il-so gritted his teeth.
"I'll let you know, young man. I'm not the one who looks down on you, it's you."
“…….”
"The Shaolin has abandoned you. No, the factions have abandoned you. Do you think any of the gatekeepers who follow Shaolin across the river will be willing to bleed for you?"
No one could readily answer that.
Of course I'd like to shout yes. I want to shout and use evil not to belittle the opposition of the political faction.
But haven't you seen it already? How Shaolin abandoned them, the Moon faction who defended the consultation of the Middle East.
"Your lives are so insignificant to them. But… No. They're not either. You are the ones who value your lives even more."
“…….”
"That's not what life is like."
Squeak.
Jang Il-so's ring frictioned with each other, creating a creepy sound.
"The value of life is determined by yourself. At least I was. Stuck a knife into a man's stomach called a companion, bit off his leash as a friend, roll over dirty filth, and when his arm breaks, he bites the cliff with his teeth!"
“…….”
"That's what it is to survive."
Everyone knew that this was neither a threat nor a persuasion. This is Jang Il-so's true intention.
"But…… don't look down on me?"
Jang Il-so revealed his teeth.
"If you don't look down on people who choose to die because they can't say anything to save them, who in the world can you look down on? Why should I treat people who value themselves like bugs? Answer me, boy! What's your capacity to decide on the death of a man whose mouth you shut?"
Namgoongdowi's hand trembled.
If Jang Il-so had said one more thing, Namgungdowi might have collapsed on the spot.
However, Jang Il-so loosened up at that moment. With his shoulders hanging down as if he was feeling drowsy.
"It's not hard."
“…….”
"No one remembers your death or anything. The glory of death is the crumb that the survivors throw at the dead. Useless debris, taken from the vast spoils of war."
Some swallowed dry saliva, and some clenched their fists.
"To die holding onto the crumbs…… That's so sad. Don't you think so?"
I almost nodded.
At that whispering remark.
"So……tell me.
Jang Il-so's face, which had disappeared from the harshness, had a bright and elegant smile again."Please beg for my life. That's enough. That's enough for you to survive.”
Shake shake. Shake shake.
Jang Il-so walked toward Changgung Geomdae. He whispered in the ear of Changgungdaewon, who can't even think of holding a sword.
Small, but clear and slow so that everyone can hear it.
"You want to live, don't you?"
He who heard the voice hardened like a stone statue on the spot.
"I'm gonna want to live. Everyone wants to live. But those who try to use your life frugally say so easily. A warrior should know how to give up his life for his pride. We must throw away our lives like a candle for consultation."
My eyes are shaking. Jang Il-so recited the question that came to mind of a mind-shaking prosecutor instead.
"For what?"
“…….”
"No, no, no. You'll know when you live. Pride isn't as great as I thought it would be. It's like a passing night when you close your eyes for a moment. So… Tell me. I want to live. I want to live.”
"I, I….”
In the end, tears flowed from Changgung Daewon's eyes.
The sword of the Southern Palace, who is not afraid of death and is determined to defend the name of Changcheon with his life……crying like a child now.
unbearable pressure
The hope given like a thread and the great despair that followed.
At the end of the wave, the will or consultation was powerless in front of those who twisted their souls.
"Shh. Now, nice, huh?"
Red lips couldn't resist the new spilling words.
"Now tell me, with that mouth."
Changgung Daewon's eyes didn't know where to go. He giggled and wept in a poor hoarse voice.
My hands were shaking like crazy.…and finally grabbed Jang Il-so's cuffs.
"Save me……."
"Stop it, you've lost.
Then, Namgoonghwang intervened.
It was a weak voice as if it were none of his.
"……that's how much you enjoyed it."
His soul seemed to have escaped, and he seemed to have aged for several years at a time.
Namgung Hwang's head slowly fell down.
"We……."
He spoke in a voice where no energy was found.
"We've… lost."
It was the moment when everything in the Southern Palace collapsed.
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