All Warriors Are My Disciples

23. There is no one without a story

The characteristics of a person with a bad back.

You would think that I was responding fairly calmly to others.

In the eyes of others, that’s just pretending to be impatient, nothing more, nothing less.

“Why, why are you doing this!”

“Stay still. If you keep moving, your arms will fall off.”

Iris only has a girlish side to her.

In reality, he is a warrior several times stronger than a normal human.

Even though he’s still a half-hearted warrior with a lot of shortcomings.

I can’t deny that root, and he was raised by me and no one else.

Iris, who overpowered the one-eyed woman in just five seconds, twisted her arm.

At once, I hear the sound of joints breaking.

If you really twist it a little more over there, your arm will come off and you’ll just be rattled.

“Kwaaah! What are you doing! Let go! Let go! Why are you doing this!”

It’s going to be pretty scary, and it’s going to be pretty painful.

The one-of-a-kind woman shouted in the calmest voice possible.

Then he speaks to his colleagues who are heading towards him.

“I’m just going to watch these crazy b*tches! What are you doing here!”

Then, a few men and women around me immediately approached me.

But I stopped them with a raised fist.

“Come in if you want to be beaten like that strewn bald head over there.”

“….”

“….”

Not all followers of Garam are bald.

But at least, the level of the guys around here was exactly the same as Bald.

That’s like the bald head who couldn’t even resist and was beaten by me.

It is said that they can get beaten up to the brink of blood poop.

As expected, the only thing that makes people listen well is appropriate violence.

I should be grateful to the bald head who was hit for nothing because it was a freshman exam.

If it wasn’t for him, he wouldn’t have staged a show of force.

“I would have told you to stay still!”

Wooddeuk!-

“Quaaagh!!”

Hey, Iris. Then I’ll catch people.

It’s not yet, so at least it should be at a level where you can communicate.

I clicked her tongue and Iris bowed her head.

From now on, it means that I will only suppress it appropriately.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

At this time, the scarred man sneaks out and approaches Iris.

Looking at the hand on the handle of the sword, it looks like he intends to fight.

“Arthur. If you pull out that sword, you will die to me.”

“… So you’re asking for an explanation of the situation.”

Come to think of it, few people know what this crystal is.

At most, it’s just me, my disciples, and a few fighting demon worshippers.

For the items I started using recently, I also strictly guarded the security like bad guys.

Above all, it seems like a simple accessory to see that it’s for communication.

For that reason, most of the cases were overlooked by others.

“….”

Perhaps if Master were here, he would have blown them all away, calling them annoying people.

But I’m not that hot-tempered.

First of all, these guys follow Garam and do this and that, so it’s a little hard to treat them.

“Can you see this?”

“It’s crystallization. Why is it that women carry such small accessories?”

“This is a communication device used by demon worshipers for some time now. Even if sending is impossible, receiving is something that can be received with certainty. This is how you receive orders and act.”

“… What?”

“What now? A drunken worshiper?”

“Crazy! Are you saying that there is a cult of demons in the group that follows the hero?!”

What else can’t be done? Have these made a flower garden on their heads?

Right now, each country is planting spies in the core of other countries and stealing information.

It’s no big deal to hide in a group like this, which is much less heavily guarded than that.

It is said that it is impossible to make outgoing calls through this device, but that is not a problem.

There are secret collection centers for demon worshipers everywhere, so all you have to do is deliver the news there.

That way you can receive orders, gather more information, or take action.

For example, deliberately attracting demons and monsters to slow down the subjugation of warriors.

Or, judge that you saved it at best, and spread the disaster again to the city or village you retreated from.

In that way, it was only necessary to delay the erasure of despair from the world.

‘Because I tend to believe more in an existence that gives me certain despair than someone who gives me uncertain hope.’

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Demon worshipers preferred to expand their power that way.

Like a pseudo-religion, it skillfully penetrated the gap by making the world more difficult.

“… Any evidence?”

The scarred man speaks without taking his hand off the handle of the sword.

Anyway, he seems to have been acquainted with that one-eyed woman to some extent.

Seeing that the guy who just entered today overpowers my colleague and treats him like he’s going to kill him.

To be honest, even if it were me, I would have reacted similarly to that guy.

“Not right now.”

“No right now?”

“Calling is not possible with this device. If you send something there, you receive it. And if you don’t send it, it’s just a small correction, as you see it like this.”

“You bastard. Saying that now….”

“So, I’m going to start looking for that evidence.”

Crystal is just a sign that the one-eyed woman is a worshiper.

The proof is, if you ask that damn b*tch directly from now on, it will come out on its own.

“Let’s make a bet.”

He approaches the one-eyed woman and grabs her head.

Not particularly villainous, just a really normal-looking woman who has unfortunately lost an eye.

But as long as I have that, I can never escape the suspicion that I am a demon worshiper.

If not, it could be very difficult, but it was a situation that could not be otherwise.

“If you hold out for five minutes, you win.”

The day will come when I will definitely use it.

You have to experience it yourself to realize the viciousness of this technique.

It reminds me of the master who was persistently performing the bungeunchakgol for his students.

At that time, I resented Master a lot.

As time passed like this, I could understand why he did such a thing.

“If you open your mouth before then, I will win.”

Sssss-.

The blue energy that bloomed from my fingertips flows into the body of the one-eyed woman.

If the opponent is on the same level as me, you will need a lot more energy than this.

But the one-eyed woman is, at best, slightly stronger than the average person.

No more, no less, this is just right.

“A demon worshiper! Bullsh*t! You, I who dare to follow the hero of the sword! … Turn off, turn off?!”

Human beings, in the sense of pain, break down in a very funny way.

No iron will, no firm convictions are of any use.

Even the ‘rat’, which immediately causes muscle spasms, is accompanied by unimaginable pain.

Even trained athletes have to lie on the floor and moan in the presence of rats.

The moment you get caught not in the calves but in the thick muscles like the thighs, you really experience hell.

Muscle spasms should be enough, but in front of this technique that twists the entire inside of the body.

There are few people who can maintain their spirits and endure.

“Damn it!”

The body of the one-eyed woman twists grotesquely.

Starting from the acupuncture point, all of the nerves, organs, and muscles in the body must be twisted.

Are you twisted? No, it feels like some places are cut off and others are gnawed away.

As someone who has experienced this, I know very well what it is like to experience.

It was so terrible that it was rarely practiced even on disciples.

There were really only two or three times, and those were not intentional, but unwilling.

I want them to feel what their teacher experienced.

I told him that I would regret it unconditionally, but they persisted until the end.

So I asked him to taste it, and the result is obvious.

“Kreak!”

Ah, damn it. I’m already about to die no matter how much I did.

It hasn’t even been 30 seconds, let alone a minute, but it’s already foamy and it’s not too crazy.

“Damn it! What are you doing! You are about to die!”

“I will not die. Death is not an option in the first place.”

Why should it be the ultimate martial art? It’s because it’s just enough pain to not die.

Self-determination is also impossible. No time to bite my tongue, because it really hurts fantastically.

And biting your tongue won’t kill you, so you can’t even die.

“Master. Shall I wake you up?”

“Leave it. If you put it in again, it will come to your senses.”

“These crazy things! Away! You are not worshipers of the drink….”

f*ck!-

Ah, that. Just keep your mouth shut

I thought it would go away.

I look at the back of the scarred man who is sprawled on the floor with his tongue out.

“Huh?!”

“Yo, hero!”

In that place, Garam was standing with his fists clenched in a sinking position.

Looking at the murderous blood flowing from his eyes, he seems to want to kill the demon worshiper….

“How dare you call this worm a worshiper who drank from whom?”

… Hey, what you want to kill isn’t this one-eyed woman, but the scarred man?

Why are you doing this to a guy who acts like a human, leaving behind the guy who was preparing to stab you in the back?

I glanced at Garam and shook my head slightly.

I fully understand your feelings, but not yet.

Since you stepped forward, I’m telling you to arrange this situation appropriately.

Nodding-.

Recognizing my meaning, Garam nodded slightly and walked away.

Then he goes to the one-eyed woman held by Iris and grabs her hair.

“Just in case, there were still rats left.”

“Kkeuk….”

“I will only ask once. So please answer me Are you a group of demon worshipers?”

“That… That’s right….”

I wanted to deny it, but now it comes out in an impossible answer.

Thanks to this, the followers nearby stare at the one-eyed woman in awe.

It was a group of people who wanted to follow the hero to keep the peace and safety of the world.

In the meantime, I’d rather be a thief or a criminal than a drunken worshiper.

“What did you do with this mix?”

“This, the movement route… notified That, that’s all. Really….”

I wouldn’t lie.

I can’t have the mind left to lie after having suffered such a terrible thing.

Still, if you can lie, you should rather admit it.

“It was nothing, but you did such a dangerous thing.”

Shoot ah-.

A cold wind blows and surrounds Garam and the others.

It’s not even the cold wind that cuts through the skin, but this strange feeling of getting cold.

“I can’t do anything… Why, at a time like this, you’re giving me this kind of shame.”

Clap-.

Garam’s hand goes to the sword at his waist.

In the first place, Garam never really treated them.

It’s just a kind of contractual relationship made because each other needs each other.

Since he broke it first, Garam has no reason to insist on it anymore.

“Damn it….”

At that moment, the woman who had been croaking began to sob.

“Sorry, sorry… My family, my family was held hostage. They took my son, my son. If you don’t do this, I’ll kill everyone… There was no way… Well, you can punish me. Vs, instead… Please my family… Son….”

A few of his followers sigh when he hears that his family has been taken hostage.

Since it was a road that I could never pass by as a human being, I wonder if I have sympathy for it.

“Ha.”

However, Garam’s expression did not change at all.

“Where in the world is there a person without a story? Only those who go their own way without being swayed by it deserve to remain in this world. In that sense, you crossed the line.”