Chapter 642 - End of the War 3 (1/2)
Chapter 642: End of the War 3
Wheeing! Wheeing!
Guando near Luoyang.
There were around 20 warriors running at a fast pace.
They were so fast that it looked like they were flying. They were none other than Hwang Bo-kwang and his men, who managed to escape from the Red Pine Forest.
After moving to a city that came on the way to Luoyang, they ran toward the Hwang Bo clan with all their might.
Hwang Bo-kwang, who was moving at the same pace as his men, ground his teeth with an angry face.
‘I will definitely repay him a thousand times for what happened to me today!’
The damage he suffered was enormous. It was all because of the ambush of the Symphonia Kingdom’s troops, who were hiding in the Red Pine Forest.
He had lost a lot of the hired Salmek assassins and the Hwang Bo clan warriors who followed him.
Where did he end up?
He ended up fleeing from the ambush without even thinking about saving his nephew, Jo Won-gyun, who was supposed to be the emperor of the new capital Luoyang.
A gloomy situation unfolded. A situation which he never thought would happen.
Yet, there was something in him. Something which persuaded him to believe in his goal.
‘I still have a lot of pieces left!’
It was Arsene.
He thought that if he had the power and ability similar to Arsene, the entire Southern Continent would be filled with darkness.
Until then, Hwang Bo-kwang hadn’t actively placed the warlocks of Arsene.
It was all because he felt that the warlocks had too much power.
Just one drop of the liquid in the vial and hundreds of humans could be turned into Kangshi.
If he decided to pour the contents of the vial into a river, in just a few days, all the cities could be destroyed. In a year, the entire Southern Continent would be done.
What Hwang Bo-kwang wanted was to be the emperor of a great and unified Southern Continent, the first one in the history, not a puppet master to the land of death where no living creature lived.
However, things changed.
If things went ahead like that for him, he decided that he would rather throw away his family under the wheel than sacrificing himself for them.
‘Looking at all these things… even if it means to sell away my soul to the devil, I will change things!’
Hwang Bo-kwang, who made up his mind, decided to actively borrow the power of Arsene, even if it meant dyeing the Song Empire and the entire Southern Continent in blood.
How long did he run?
The eyes of Hwang Bo-kwang, who was looking at the back of his men, began to see the Hwang Bo clan.
The Hwang Bo-clan was located on the outskirts of Luoyang. It boasted a tremendous size, showcasing the family’s fortresses.
In the middle of the tall wall was a door with engravings of the ascending phoenix, reaching ahead. A warrior with Hwang Bo-kwang yelled, “The chief has come! Open the door right away!”
A shuddering voice rang around, but no one responded.
As a result, the aide tried to shout once more. However, Hwang Bo-kwang stopped it.
“Something is weird.”
“Weird, like how?”
“They always keep the front door open, and there would always be ten guards outside, but no one is standing here now, right?”
It did seem weird.
Except in the past when the fight with the Apostasy was going on, the clan’s doors were always kept open.
It was a sign, showing the dignified side of the Moorim’s prestigious family, asking either their friend or foe to enter their homes without any restrictions.
Such a door was firmly shut, and there were no guards either outside or above the wall.
Not just that, even the visitors who would stand and walk around the clan’s walls were nowhere to be found.
“No matter how much I think about it, something is wrong…”
“I see. We might have to withdraw and come back…”