Reaper (1)

 

"Shaolin you, these bastards!!"

The protégés of the Fortune Teller Sect who were approaching were ready to draw their swords at any moment.

It was a matter of course.

When he heard that the Shaolin monk had appeared in the southern bay, he sent a hundred inspectors to the Wrong Gate.

And none of the inspectors who left for the South Bay returned. A hundred brothers and sisters died in the South.

Of course, this is just the position of the store manager. It was a ridiculous situation for Mujin.

They have been involved in a power struggle for their own interests, and now they are turning a blind eye to the death of their brother-in-law.

Did you expect him to step into the fray and not kill anyone?

But instead of pointing it out, Mujin responded in a different way.

"Why are you suddenly angry with us?"

I decided to go out to Morsø.

"Surely you are trying to claim that you do not know what you have done!"

"Is it a sin to say you don't know what you don't know? So tell me. What did we do wrong?"

At Mu Jin's words, the face of the old sword who stepped forward turned red.

"Profit!! Did you think you wouldn't know that you had done something in the south to interfere with the business of our fortune teller!"

"What do you mean? Only others? We've never been to South Bay, have we?"

Mu Jin's brazen attitude made the Shaolin and other sects who surrounded Mu Jin hide their expressions.

It was because they were the only ones who could expose Mujin's lies.

Others rushed into the facial expressions or not. Mujin asked shamelessly.

"Where did you hear about it that and think we were in the south? And why is it a problem for us to go to the south?"

"Yikes!! Are you trying to fool us with your words!"

The old swordsman couldn't stand it, and he cried out and drew his sword, and all the swordsmen of the fortune teller behind him also drew their swords.

Their aggressive attitude also began to prepare to fight back, each with their weapons drawn or in a flag ceremony.

A moment of imminent battle, when a battle is about to break out at any moment.

"That's it!! Whoever strikes first will be regarded as a master of the Demon Cult!"

A voice with a profound inner air echoed through the theater.

Naturally, everyone's attention turned to the direction where the voice came from, and there was a man walking with a strong air wave.

The man who is called the king of the throne and the lord of Wulin· It was Wiziology·

"To start a civil war when we gathered to trace the traces of the Demon Cult! Is that really the meaning of the diviner?"

Wei Zhihak pushed him hard, and the old sword of the Fortune Teller Sect blushed and exclaimed.

"Do you dare to persecute the Great Fortune Tellers now?"

"Are you trying to persecute the Wulin Meng Master now?"

It was only for a moment that the Lord of the Wu Lin Realm and the Elder of the Divination Sect had a snowball fight.

Wei Jihak softened his momentum slightly, and said soothingly.

"I don't know why the Fortune Tellers are angry with Shaolin, but why don't you at least settle the matter with the Demon Cult before you settle it? Fighting between political factions now is nothing more than helping the Demon Cult."

"Tsk· After clearing up the Demon Cult's Orbs... We'll see how Lord Wu Lin judges it."

In response to the intervention of the Wu Lin Mengju, the old sword man said so, as if he was trying to take care of his pride, and then withdrew his sword.

Due to the timely intervention of the Wulin Mengju, the battle did not take place, but Mu Jin only clicked his tongue inwardly, as if he was sorry.

'Tsk· I thought I could salvage something."

Mujin's decision to go to Morsö was not to avoid a conflict.

Anyway, if you go out against those who have turned their eyes off, it will only make you angry.

Therefore, Mujin thought that he might be able to provoke the other person to get some kind of information.

Either the excited Fortune Teller made a mistake, or someone took the Fortune Teller's side, hoping to get some information.

However, if he caused any more trouble, he would be treated as a Demon Ganja, so this would not happen for a while.

While Mujin soothes his regrets in his heart· After mediating the situation, Wu Lin Meng Ju stepped up to the stage of the theater and spoke.

"First of all, I would like to thank the Heroes of Wulin for accepting the request of the Confederacy and rushing to the Moon!"

"Waaaa

Those who came from the Zhongxiao Sect and the martial arts who belonged to the Wulin League cheered enthusiastically at the words of the Wulin Meng.

On the other hand, there were many people who had a bad reaction among the Mujin members of Gu Pile Bang and Oh Daese.

This was especially true of those who belonged to the Shaolin Alliance and the Anti-Shaolin League.

It was a Murim blind who had maintained a neutral stance that bordered on neglect, so it was an atmosphere of reluctance.

Maybe that's the position of the current Wulin Mengju.

He was so skilled that he was called the king of power, but he lacked real power.

In the first place, he was a man who became a fierce lord in the old file room and the five major families as a kind of breakwater in the process of checking other factions and figures from the three families from becoming the main lord.

Rather than giving them the title of leader, they were elected in a way that they would rather give the title to someone who had no background or roots.

But despite this, Wijihak was unapologetic.

He didn't shy away from the gaze of those who cheered him on, as well as those who looked at him with disapproval.

"I am aware that the chasm of emotion has deepened among the heroes who have gathered here in recent years. However, everyone knows that our greatest enemy is those wicked cultists, no matter what anyone says."

Saying that, Meng Zhu's eyes looked at the deserters of the Gu Pile Room and the Five Great Families, as if he were saying so.

"Take care of yourself until your work with the demon cult is over."

And Meng's speech continued.

"Of course, I know that you are also members of a political faction, and you are a man before you are a member of a political party. And it is only natural that conflicts should be resolved between unmanned people with nothingness. This lord has no intention of denying that fact. However, while we are fighting, the Demon Cult will grow in power! If we lose our strength in fighting, the innocent people of the Middle Kingdom will be tormented by the demons!"

"Waaaa

"Please! The main League considers this movement to be a turning point, and wants to create four armed groups to confront the Demon Cult! The heroes gathered here will be the members of those four armed groups and will be at the forefront of the war against the Demon Cult!"

In a way, it was a speech that was tantamount to declaring war on the demon cult.

For a moment, the crowd cheered at the cheerful speech. Someone yelled at Meng Zhu and asked.

"What is the name of the Armed Forces!"

"Named after the four gods who protect the four corners of the Middle Plains! It will be called the White Tiger Brigade of the Blue Dragon, and together they will be called the Reaper!"

* * *

After Meng's speech,

Those who had gathered in the theater were separated under the leadership of the members of the Wulin League.

It was a consideration that was made to allow the hostile forces to return without encountering each other in case another conflict broke out.

And the next day, they also divided their time zones into different breakouts and three waves, and headed to Wulinmeng.

If yesterday ended with a simple speech about the formation of the Reaper, it was because the formation of the Reaper Corps was completed based on the directories of those who gathered yesterday.

In order to confirm the organization of the number of reapers, Mujin and the monks of Shaolin went to the shrine according to the time announced by the Wulin League.

And when Mu Jin saw the name of the Reaper on the poster, a double curse came out of his mouth without realizing it.

"Crazy· Aren't you drunk and salty?"

It was a very energetic arrangement.

However, it was not an organization that pushed a particular sect or faction. In a way, it was fair.

Should I say that it is a division that is likely to be evenly contested in many places?

All the clans and members of the Sega were to be dispersed into four tiers.

For example, in the case of the Blue Dragon Brigade with Mujin's name on it.

There were only three Shaolin members there, including Mu Jin.

Even Mu Yul and Mu Gong belonged to a different group.

In addition to that, there were also three swordsmen of the Divination Sect who couldn't kill Mu Jin, and there were also three Amifa and Qingcheng Sect. There were also three or four of the Huashan Sect's martial artists.

On the other hand, there were only three or four people from the Shaolin-friendly sect and the Sega clan, and there were also a lot of neutral sectarians in the mix.

In other words, they didn't care about the current faction's divided power struggles, and they mixed it up as they pleased.

While Mujin spits out insults at the insane arrangements·

I heard a familiar voice from behind.

"It's a drunken and salty one. It might look like that..."

Mujin turned his head at the sudden sound of his voice and flinched involuntarily.

There, Wulin Mengju was looking at Mu Jin with a strange smile.

In a way, it could be said that he had been caught chatting behind his back, but Mujin quickly hid his embarrassment and spoke up proudly.

"I apologize for being over-the-top. But honestly, I don't understand this arrangement."

The Three Great Disciples were scolding Wu Lin Mengju.

The Shaolin adults who came with me had to dissuade them, but they didn't understand the arrangement either, so they decided to wait and see.

And to Mu Jin's question, Wei Jihak replied, stroking his gray beard, which had not yet turned white.

"There are two main reasons. First of all, it is to adapt the late indices to the new environment. If each breakout were grouped into one platform, wouldn't they be able to stick together among themselves? If that happens, it will be difficult for the members to come together as a group."

“··· So what is the second reason?"

In response to Mu Jin's question, Wei Jihak gently raised the corners of his mouth and replied.

"It's to promote friendship among the late exponents."

"Fellowship . . . Do you mean?"

Is this man crazy? It was a shame that the words almost jumped out.

It wouldn't be strange if there was a life-or-death decision right now, so we could gather them together and socialize with them.

"Hahaha· I know what your worries are. But that's why it was even more necessary to divide the group. This group of reapers, created just for the moment, isn't there? In the future war against the Demon Cult, you will continue to unite under the name of the Reaper. For this reason, I asked for reinforcements mainly from the late indices."

“···?”

Mu Jin looked at him with a puzzled face, and Wei Zhihak explained.

"There is a conflict between the factions, so there is bound to be some noise at first. But when you fight together against a common enemy, the Demon Cult, you naturally develop a sense of comradeship. We need to protect each other. I'm sure there will be a lot of problems at first, but I believe that as the battles with the Demon Cult become more frequent and the gatherings become more frequent, the conflict will decrease."

“··· Was the first reason a stepping stone for the second?"

"Hahaha· You're so clever..."

Seeing Wei Jihak answering with a hearty smile, Mu Jin thought for a while, and finally asked the most important thing.

"So why have you been watching without any intervention until now?"

"Because there was no justification. As you already know, even if I am the Wulin Mengju, I am not in a position to give orders to the Gu Pil Bang or the Five Great Generations. Hahaha·"

Wei Jihak's laughter, openly expressing that he was nothing more than a half-scarecrow, had a hint of bitterness in it.

"Does this mean that Wi Jihak wanted to intervene from the beginning, but he was waiting for an opportunity due to his position?"

At that time, there was a move in the Demon Bridge, and it seemed that Wei Jihak wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to resolve the conflict between the factions. Using the common enemy of the Demon Cult·

Through this conversation, the question of why such a structure was formed was resolved to some extent.

On the contrary, there was one thing that puzzled me.

"Did you tell this story to all the people of the faction?"

"I've made this plan so you guys don't fight..." When it was revealed,

How many of them will stop fighting with excitement, thinking, "You are preparing this for us!"

On the contrary, they were full of people who would be angry, saying, 'Why are you doing this nonsense?'

At Mu Jin's question, Wei Jihak shook his head.

"This is a story that I can only tell you and the Shaolin fellow disciples..."

We didn't have to ask why Mujin was just talking to us. It was because Wei Jihak had told me the reason first.

"I thought Shaolin would fully understand my intentions... And I thought you would be able to carry out my intentions better than anyone else."

"Am I?"

"Who else is there but you? Maybe he's going to take the nickname of King Kwon in a few years. Hahaha·"

Finally, Wei Jihak burst out laughing heartily, and said to Mu Jin with a very serious expression.

"So please lead the Blue Dragons well... You should be able to bring the political factions together."

After saying that, Wei Jihak turned his back and walked out of the theater.

It's as if you're entrusting future generations with something you haven't been able to accomplish.