EX rank supporting role’s replay in a prestigious school-Chapter 962: Consciousness (10)

While Dark Horse was engaged in the fight, he sensed the pillars of fire engulfing the mountains.

He was aware that the fugitive was wandering the mountains, something that the humans had missed, and that talented players had gathered to catch him.

Normally, Dark Horse would have ignored this and focused entirely on the battle, but he regretted the timing of the incident.

Coincidentally, today was the day of Seong-woo's funeral.

Since Dark Horse had assisted in recovering Seong-woo's body, he had directly experienced the immense malice faced by humans and the baron.

"It’s not something that could be attacked in a day or two, and Huang Ho, who has allied with us, knows about this. However, this is the first time Huang Ho has given a direct warning instead of sending his subordinates."

The black horse ordered his swift subordinates to assess the situation.

The insightful subordinates, well-versed in the region's geography, quickly brought back the answers Dark Horse was seeking.

Considering the size, power, and location of the pillars of fire, it seemed that there was no need for the involvement of dark demons, but it was certainly enough to threaten the humans.

After stepping back for a while and hearing reports, Dark Horse fell deep in thought.

"If I had this kind of power, I wouldn’t have been caught by the human kids. It would have taken the association or professional players to catch me."

Something had certainly empowered the fugitive’s bounty.

Originally, it was unclear how much power the fugitive wielded, and Dark Horse couldn’t figure out how much power he had borrowed or from whom.

However, Dark Horse instinctively felt that something more important than the man’s strength was at play.

The more he heard about the location of the fire pillars, the more convinced he became.

It was the site of the ley lines the demons had originally managed when they settled.

Strangely, the thought of the location made him feel uneasy.

"We need to suppress them quickly!"

The black horse swung a shard of dark magic and leapt back into the wireframe.

As Dark Horse fought without holding back, the battle between the demons came to a lull.

Watching his opponent fall easily, Dark Horse felt an urge to hurry.

When his subordinates let out a deep sigh, certain of victory, Dark Horse stood firm, gripping the horse’s tail.

"Everything I’ve caught so far are just disposable, small fish. The people who fought against me at first all retreated. This must be a trick to mislead me about their strength."

Their goal was to waste time.

Through numerous battles with demons, Dark Horse had come to understand their determination and their venomous spirits.

Though there had been times when they used tricks just to steal his time, this felt different.

It was then.

Thud!

The sound of a helicopter’s motor filled the sky.

The aircraft had a media company logo on it.

Major broadcasters had sent out reporters due to the fugitive’s escape, the ensuing chase, the pillars of fire rising from the mountain, and the street battles with congressmen—each element ripe for coverage.

The central part of the sacred demon area was surrounded by strong barriers, so shooting from the sky was impossible, but the surrounding area was different.

The sight of Dark Horse looking up at them was also about to be captured on camera.

Being filmed as a black mage wasn’t necessarily problematic, but it made him uneasy.

"The physical threat has been eliminated. But I’m not sure if the attack is truly over. If we assume this situation is part of the attack, how can we lose?"

No media outlets had sent helicopters for the coverage.

Aside from the engine sounds, Dark Horse’s keen ears also caught the voice of a reporter muttering comments.

In an instant, Dark Horse recalled the ominous and annoying house. The black horse shouted to the waiting subordinates.

"Check the ley line points we’ve secured. Pair up in groups of at least two. Hurry, move!"

His subordinates didn’t understand why Dark Horse was giving such an order, but they didn’t hesitate or complain.

Despite the demons’ invasion, no significant damage had occurred, thanks to Dark Horse’s situational judgment and his subordinates' quick execution.

One of the subordinates, seeing the nearest alternate route, reported using a messenger item.

"Dark Horse, there are tire tracks near the ley line. The flames continue intermittently, and the fire pillars have spread across the mountain. From a distance, it looks like..."

"It seems like the ley line is connected?"

"Yeah, it looks like we sparked the writer’s fire."

The report didn’t end there.

"They said they found the altar of the demon god at the closest ley line point."

"What kind of alcohol are they talking about?"

"It’s believed to be the Demon of Death. Its roots are deep and hard to eradicate."

Dark Horse’s face darkened.

The Demon of Death was a higher existence, far removed from humans, along with the seven deadly sins.

The power of such a higher existence was typically determined by its popularity and belief. Therefore, open hostility against humans was rare, though not unheard of.

Demons who gained power from human ugliness, fear, and terror were the opposite.

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Because of that, even humans with no knowledge of higher beings trembled before the demon gods.

They had other goals. They were using the fight to achieve a hidden move. They were fighting, but they sent a strong individual to deceive my eyes and made an altar for the demon god.

The relationship between Dark Horse and the Demon of Death was close to neutral.

Horses and donkeys followed behind the black horse, and the goddess of prosperity, Epona, who guided the dead, was a higher being connected to him.

But humans could never understand this relationship.

If there was an altar dedicated to the Demon of Death near the sacred area, the higher beings worshiped by the dark demons were also connected to death, and the conclusion was simple.

"Humans truly don’t know much about the relationship between true races and higher beings. I have the power to handle the boundary between death and life, and if there are traces of the Demon of Death worshipping here, I will undoubtedly connect that."

And now, the fugitive causing a major disturbance was using energy near the ley lines.

If the fugitive was somehow dealing with intellect, law enforcement might suspect that the Jin tribe had been involved in the escape and havoc.

And while rare among humans, there were those who understood intellect and ley lines.

What would happen if such an expert intervened and investigated the ley lines and intellect the fugitive used?

They might suspect that we, who had been here for a long time, had helped the writer. Furthermore, if the altar dedicated to the demon god around the sanctuary and ley lines were exposed, the suspicion would escalate like lighting fire on oil."

Humans would conclude that the dark demons used human criminals to bring death to this land and gave power to the Demon of Death.

Dark Horse felt as though he had lost one foot in a pit.

Proving the invasion of demons, which left few traces, was a difficult task.

Now Dark Horse would be suspected of collaborating with them.

And the events humans focused on began to be recorded, with only things unfavorable to Dark Horse.

"There are not few wise humans among them." I’ll figure out these numbers. But..."

Of course, among humans, there were rational individuals, so he believed that eventually, he could prove his innocence.

But in the meantime, demons would move, and perhaps greater evil would attempt to separate the dark demons from humans.

They might even start claiming that humans will push the evil spirits out of the Korean Peninsula or try to enslave them.

When the player armies or associations move, those weakened by the demon’s attack won’t survive long.

Just when Dark Horse was making his worst assumptions, one of his subordinates spoke again.

"I have something else to tell you."

"Speak."

"People were discovered around the ley line points."

"What kind of people?"

As Dark Horse listened to the explanation about humans, his eyes widened.

It was someone Dark Horse knew.

In the mountains, there was a demon tribe quietly moving according to the man’s orders.

He was one of the priests who worshiped the Demon of Death, secretly bringing death into the human world.

What number was hidden was unknown, but Dark Horse led the horses, the demon spirits moved the vitality, aiming for Seong-woo’s body, and Do-ol’s group was boiling with human malfeasance, sacrificing their lives to erect fire pillars while offering their faith to the demon god.

The priest believed that he would bring the greatest death among all beings on this earth, so he obeyed his words.

"I serve only the Demon of Death."

Although he obeyed his words, he remained a faithful servant of the Demon of Death.

As the numbers continued, powerful Jin tribes and humans would face each other, calling forth death.

This land, filled with death, would one day merge with the realm of demons and become a key starting point for worshiping demons on this land.

I have created seven altars. These seven places, exposed to decades of rain and wind, would be hard to suspect as newly built."

The altars were hidden beneath leaves and simple barriers, placed in an exquisite location where they couldn’t be captured by satellite images or hikers.

To those sent to investigate the fugitive, Dark Horse would seem to have served the demon god for a long time. In this case, any human with intellect would rush out, exposing everything.

Though simple numbers, these were good food for those who needed to throw stones at the fugitive or humans.

When the demon god’s priest, leaving soot on the ground, was about to descend from the mountain.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a gloomy mist rose from the ground.

Considering the current weather, the mist shouldn’t have risen, and the demon god’s priest immediately realized his tremendous power and stepped out of the mist.

"The power isn’t turning well in the hand that touched the mist...!"

When the demon priest clicked his tongue and stepped back, it was as if he knew where to move, and a stiletto flew toward him.

The demon priest hurriedly threw his body towards the faster-than-arrow movement.

Whoosh!

The object he thought was a stiletto grazed the demon priest’s collar.

Just as he avoided the stiletto, the next attack immediately followed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The final linked attack was a supernatural gun.

His body moved rapidly several times, and he couldn’t completely avoid the bullets.

Thanks to the demon god’s clothing, his skin wasn’t torn, but part of the seal from the Demon of Death was damaged by the bullets.

The demon priest, furious, looked in the direction the bullets came from.

"Since the opponent is a true species, it is difficult to catch them all at once."

Then he calmly spoke, as if the opponent had no intention of hiding, and walked out.

The shooter appeared to be a teenager.

"Who are you?"

Not expecting an answer, the opponent instead smiled suspiciously.