Kwaaaaaaa!
The two beings crashed into each other again.
‘Not even the slightest hesitation in that punching fist. At this rate, even if Yeo Ha-ryun dropped dead by the roadside, he’d probably just say a weak bastard doesn’t deserve to be called his brother.’
Honnoeja tilted his head.
‘How can they call themselves sworn brothers and yet I can’t feel even a speck of brotherly affection? Is that bastard really a Daoist? If you only looked at what he’s done, he’s the kind of man you could call a model of the Orthodox Faction. So why is his personality so rotten?’
He couldn’t understand it. No. Come to think of it, that guy’s face looked less like the Orthodox Faction and more like some demonic leader from the Unorthodox Faction. That mountain-like huge frame, those rough bones and muscles, and that eyepatch over one eye made it even worse.
‘And for someone who looks down on him that much, his tone is oddly polite.’
Strange.
‘Why are there only bastards like this around One Madman?’
Thinking that deeply fundamental question, Honnoeja spoke.
“We’ll stop here for today. We both need to treat our wounds, do we not?”
Piiiiiiiiiiik!
At his signal, the Demonic Cult members all fled at once. A temporary retreat by the Demonic Cult! Honnoeja thought to himself.
He could no longer use this one as a chess piece.
Still.