to the monastery.
He arrived in front of the large iron gate and placed his palms shoulder-width apart on the iron gate.
And then he pushed his firmly fixed palms forward strongly.

Trying to push open a door locked with a latch!

It was the perfect act to be treated like a madman if anyone saw it, but the scene that followed was surprising.

kreeee!

The latch that was hanging on the other side of the iron gate screamed.
As the snake-like veins on the back of Luon’s hands and arms trembled, the screams grew dangerously louder and louder.
The more he pushed, the deeper Luon’s toes dug into the floor, but they were never pushed back.

Kreee, Bang!

The hook that was wrapped around the latch could no longer withstand the tremendous force of the contracted muscles.

Ting, Ting, Ting!

He didn’t commit such an ignorant act because there was no other way.
He could break the window to enter, or since it was a fairly large building, he could find another door other than the main gate.

Nevertheless, the reason Luon chose such a noisy method of breaking the bars to enter was because he wanted to feel the increase in his strength that he had recently invested in.

There may be no dramatic changes, but those who deal with power are sensitive to change.
As you can see, the results were satisfactory.

Luon grabbed the handle and pulled open the now free door.
The first thing that greeted him as he entered the building was the peculiar smell of old soil in the stone building.

Like a horror movie background.

Luon muttered inwardly at the gloom given by the building that had no sign of activity.
According to what he had heard, more than 20 people, including nuns and monks, lived in this monastery.
Even if they were playing hide-and-seek as a group, it shouldn’t be this quiet.

Luon walked in with his hand on the handle of the sword.
As he reached what appeared to be the kitchen, he frowned at the devastation that unfolded before his eyes.

Dark red blood was splattered everywhere.
Looking at the broken dishes and objects, it was clear that something serious had happened here.
The strange thing was that even if every one of them died, there was not a single body around, even though there was a lot of blood splattered around.

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Ordinary people would have screamed and run away, but Luon was a warrior with so much power that he couldn’t remember when he was an ordinary man.

Luon gathered his breath and slowly awakened his five senses.

Suddenly, in Luon’s eyes, there was a picture of an unknown being attacking the people who were eating.

Two were killed in an instant, and the third person who was watching the scene was stunned, and the last surviving one hurriedly drew a kitchen knife and resisted, but died due to the arteries in his neck being cut off.

The vivid series of scenes was an illusion created by mixing Luon’s sharp senses with imagination.
In other words, it was irrelevant to say that it was a work that embodied an area called intuition.

That’s why Luon didn’t really trust this ability.

This is literally just an imagination, as it was far from a cheat-like ability, like in a game, where just clicking the right mouse button makes the clues glow red and you can grasp the situation at a glance.

Nevertheless, Luon chose to follow the traces created by his imagination.

Rather than wandering around looking for the perfect answer, it was Luon’s method that he has consistently maintained over the past few years to bump into something that can be used right away.

Luon boldly ignored the half open or closed door and proceeded without hesitation.
Soon after entering the lobby overlooking the central staircase, he noticed something and stopped.

Right in front of the stairs, a man in a torn monk’s robe was looking at him with a blank expression.
The hazy, out of focus eyes on his pale face were somehow creepy.

The man approached with slow steps.
Luon grabbed the handle of his sword.

“If you come any closer, I will cut you.”

Despite the harsh warning, the man did not stop walking.
Instead, an ominous light flashed from his forehead.
At that moment, the man’s mouth opened wide.

“Keeeeeeeeek!”

Screaming, the man ran towards him.
Luon swung his sword horizontally without hesitation.
The man’s head flew up the stairs, spraying blood.
His body, which had lost its head, floundered and collapsed.

As he approached the fallen head, Luon rolled the head with his foot to check the man’s forehead.
Seeing the symbol carved like a quiver, he muttered quietly.

“It’s a devil.”

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