NOVEL NEXT Chapter 135
The Martial Force of the Pig marches fiercely.
Leading them is the pig general, Donmu.
Originally from the Pig Clan, he was granted permission to enter the Palace of Pleasure after making achievements. After savoring various pleasures in the Palace, Donmu pledged loyalty to Jeopalgi and even took on the form of wielding a pitchfork as his main weapon, following his example.
“This is my chance to become a general!”
Donmu descended to the mortal realm, driven by a single goal: to gain recognition from Jeopalgi once again through his exploits.
He plans to kill more humans and plunder. This would ensure the prosperity of the Palace of Pleasure, and if he becomes promoted to general, he could enjoy even more.
“Kkiik! Donmu! I see a village of humans up ahead!”
“Pig smell!”
“We must liberate the pigs!”
The Pig Clan squawked excitedly.
Some of them were born as pigs originally, so they harbor a great hatred towards humans. All the pigs in the pigpen are targets for liberation. Each time they liberate the pigs of the human world, the number of pigs in the Palace’s pigpen increases.
“Attack! Kill them all and seize everything!”
“Kkiieeek!”
The Pig Clan wielding Moonblades charged toward the village.
“D-demon!”
“It’s demons!”
The vast lands of the Central Region mean that some villages may not hear the rumors spreading across the area.
This village was one of those cases. Living in the mountainous area, they were unaware of Jeopalgi sending his army, and therefore, could not evacuate. Even if they had known, fleeing would have been difficult.
Where could the farmers, who have lived their lives in the mountains, run to?
Their fate may have been sealed when the Martial Force of the Pig descended upon the mortal realm.
“Young man! Gather the youth!”
Though it was a mountain village, they weren’t entirely without strength. In fact, living in the mountainous region, the villagers had to defend themselves from robbers and demons.
When news of the demons reached the village, the young men gathered with weapons in hand, but what lay ahead was not merely some wild demons or bandit groups.
“Th-those are!”
“The pig demons!”
“They’re all wielding Moonblades!”
It was a desperate sight.
Angry pig demons, armed with war weapons like Moonblades, came bounding in. To the villagers who had never even seen the imperial army, this was nothing short of shock and terror.
“We have to run…!”
Though they might fend off casual demons or bandits, they couldn’t stop an army of armed demons.
As the village fell into chaos with everyone gripped by fear, the Pig Clan attacked the palisade.
—BAM!
“Kkiieeeek!”
“Kkiik!”
The wails of the pigs.
It was sheer madness. The Pig Clan unleashed their powerful strength to crush the palisade. And with Moonblades raised, they entered the village.
“Humans! Kill them all!”
“Spare the women!”
“Free the pigs! Kkiik!”
The pigs ravaged the village.
“AAAAARGH!”
“AAAHHH!”
An one-sided massacre. The Pig Clan swung their Moonblades, slaughtering the humans, toppling the pigpen, and munching on live chickens while liberating the pigs.
“Kkek, kek!”
The liberated pigs bowed their heads to the ground in gratitude.
Now, it’s the humans who will be slaughtered, not the pigs.
Amidst the ravaging of the village,
“Is it too late…?!”
A group of martial artists hurriedly traversed the mountain path.
Leading them was one of the martial arts history, the Twin Blossom, Mo Yongmiu. She raced ahead, brown hair flying behind her, moving faster than anyone.
“Twin Blossom!”
It resounded almost like an insult.
“Stay in formation!”
“But!”
“I will increase the speed! If you fall behind, you’re as good as dead!”
They were a group assigned to track and eliminate the Martial Force of the Pig.
Though composed of somewhat known martial artists, they were not affiliated with the Martial Arts Alliance. They simply gathered upon hearing that Jeopalgi was on the move.
That’s why their hearts were racing with urgency.
Unlike the Martial Arts Alliance, which moved according to gain and loss, these were pure-hearted warriors fulfilling the duty of righteousness.
If the chasing Martial Force of the Pig suddenly changed direction, it could only mean one thing. They had discovered a village where humans live. If they did not move quickly, the townspeople would face great harm.
‘I’m too slow…!’
Mo Yongmiu’s mind echoed with the cries of the townsfolk being slaughtered.
Having lived in the martial world, she had seen countless horrors, but still, she couldn’t become accustomed to it. Instead, she only vowed to stop such things.
Defeating the demons that plunge the world into chaos to save the people. That is the duty of a righteous martial artist. That’s why they had learned martial skills.
“There’s the village!”
“Smoke!”
“AHH!”
Thick black smoke was rising from a distance. The Martial Force of the Pig had indeed found the village and begun their massacre.
“No!”
“Twin Blossom!”
“Damn it, run!”
And so the martial artists approached the village. Soon, the Pig Clan, which had been stationed nearby, came into view.
“Kkiik! Martial artists…!”
“Die!”
Mo Yongmiu, wielding two swords, charged forward rapidly and unleashed the Twin Dragon Whirlwind Sword technique. The Pig Clan attempted to defend with their Moonblades but were caught off guard, unable to react.
—SPLAT!
One of their arms fell, and the Moonblade dropped. That was the end of it. The Pig Clan’s head flew off.
“Kill the pigs!”
“Stay in formation!”
The martial artists shouted fiercely.
‘We can’t waste time here; we need to get inside!’
Catching random ones outside would be pointless. Filled with rage over the atrocities, Mo Yongmiu looked toward the village.
“Quickly clear the outside! Inside! I can still hear the screams of the people! If we hurry, we can save them!”
“Understood!”
“Form a defensive line!”
The martial artists led by Mo Yongmiu formed a defensive line and moved into the village.
What welcomed them was.
“Ugh!”
The horrific sight of farmers brutally executed, impaled on stakes. Some were even butchered, hanging like pigs at a slaughterhouse.
“Such wickedness…!”
“Damn those demons!”
As the martial artists were aghast at the gruesome scene,
“Kuhuhu, martial artists, huh?”
The pig general, Donmu, stood before them, wielding a pitchfork.
“This wicked pig! You’re the leader!”
“Yes, I am their commander. But… that’s a pretty good-looking female.”
“What?!”
“All troops! Turn these arrogant humans into meat! But the women are to be captured!”
“How dare you, demon scum!”
“Kill them all!”
A battle erupted.