Login Murim Episode 968
Someone said that.
Samin Haeng (三人行) Pilyuasa (必有我師). If three people pass by on the street, there is bound to be one among them who can be considered a teacher.
Of course, King Byeokryeok did not know exactly whether it was Confucius or Mencius who left those words.
However, the biggest reason why he was smiling at this moment was because he remembered someone who was not present.
‘Fire King, if it weren’t for that crazy old man, I wouldn’t have become stronger.’
He has always lived a life in the spotlight.
This was not only because he was born into the Xia Beipeng family, a member of the world’s five great families, but even more so because he possessed such talent and ability.
Namgungcheon. Mo Yong Baek. And after Peng Cheolhu.
These three late leaders were by far the best among the children of numerous prestigious families, and unlike Mo Yongbaek, who was unable to join the same ranks due to unexpected misfortune, the remaining two were called Sword King (劍劍劍) and Tao King (刀王), respectively. It was done.
However, King Byeokryeok himself knew.
Hwawangjeokcheongang.
The fact that I, who had been stuck in the same place over and over again, was able to become stronger because of that old man who would criticize me whenever he got the chance.
“I’ll tell you. “That meadow where you were born and raised is not as wide as you think.” King Byeokryeok slowly raised his sword.
Towards Jamuka, who was trembling while holding on to his shoulder, which had been cut in half by his wading.
To the king of the plains who is holding back his groans in front of the giant who stands tall over the world. “Now, let’s see the end.” Whoosh.
A space that disappears in one step.
The new form of the Blurry Blade King was incredibly fast considering his gigantic size, and the trajectory drawn by the sword striking like a thunderbolt was accurate and calm.
Suddenly!
Amidst the pain that spread like fire along with a single cutting sound, Jamuka gritted her teeth to hold back the scream that was about to burst out.
avoided. It definitely should have been avoided.
However, even at this very moment, the wounds from yesterday, which were constantly complaining of pain, and the power of the King of Byeokryeok, which had seeped through them and shook his five organs and six parts, were holding him back.
Ugh.
A resonant sound that penetrates everyone’s ears.
Unlike Jamuka’s new moon sword, which was shattered, the great sword of the Great Sword of the Great Sword, which had only a few scratches, trembled and advanced once again.
No, as we moved forward, we were divided at the same time.
What should have been only one sword grew into five, then ten, then dozens.
And the afterimage of the sword, which was divided into dozens, became a huge net and was shot toward the entire room.
With a soft word from King Byeokryeok.
“Go.”
At that moment, the emotion contained in the voice and eyes of the King of Thunder towards Jamuka was confidence.
Confidence stemming only from his own blows and inaction, not even the slightest hint of hesitation towards the enemy who was bleeding from severe injuries.
Hahaha!
The net of strength is coming. The enormous energy that followed closely behind Jamuka, who flew backwards, cut down everything that came into contact with it.
Rock walls lined up on the left and right. Rocks and corpses scattered everywhere.
And even the loyal subordinates who rushed in to save Jamuka.
“Stop it! “The Khan is in danger…!” Punch, Puhwaaaaak!
At the end, there was no screaming.
They rushed in with an urgent cry and collapsed into dozens of pieces of meat, and Jamuka, gritting his teeth, squeezed his hand toward the lost weapon.
Ugh.
The air shakes. A Shinwol sword that was pulled into the void was sucked into the hand and at the same time, it radiated strength.
Wow!
Some of the river’s net was scattered, but Jamuka swallowed the blood gushing from the huge shock that shook her whole body.
The sword attack using only one arm was that slow, and the inside of the body was constantly screaming every time it struck back.
but.
‘Is it possible for me to die like this, at your hands?’
Jamuka scattered the new moon sword with a cry in his heart.
Beyond the flashes that colored my vision along with the successive roars, the old past was passing by like a flash of light.
Memories of my younger days, when I struggled to survive, clenched my teeth until blood flowed, and vowed revenge, as well as the voice of someone who willingly extended a hand to me.
‘Don’t you want to live?’
I thought everything was over.
The warriors, who once numbered in the thousands, have suffered a blow that was close to annihilation by the elite of the Hebei Peng family led by Peng Zhehu, and his rivals, who were waiting for his downfall, will take not only livestock and wealth, but also the few remaining tribesmen as slaves.
Because that was the law of the grasslands that had been passed down to the law of the fittest.
But just when I thought everything was over, my last chance came.
And the young tribal leader, who was sitting in front of the shattered ambitions and corpses of his subordinates, grabbed with all his strength the rope that had come down from the sky to save him.
‘I want to live. No, I must survive.’
‘If you want to live, what is it for?’
‘Revenge, I will definitely repay today’s shame and resentment. If you let me live, I swear to Tengri…
‘It’s not about helping.’ ‘What is that?’
‘It is to be manipulated. I, you.’
The worries didn’t last long, and the decision made in a split second was as strong as a steel tower.
‘Please tell me which way I should take. ‘My lord.’
The savior smiled with satisfaction at the sight of him prostrating like a slave, and, pointing beyond the endless horizon, he said:
‘Leave. Build a new home in a place where the attention of the Hebei Paeng family and the central plains cannot reach.’
‘Are you saying we should head west?’
‘No need to worry. It’s still quite confusing there, and now you’re not alone, but with ‘us’.’ ‘we······
‘Yes, we will help. Jamuka, the warrior of the steppes, born here today.’
What the savior said was right.
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The young tribal chief who left with a new name quickly stood out in the western grasslands, and the biggest reason he was able to build a powerful force was because of the support of his savior.
Numerous livestock and goods. Even people and information.
‘They are quite excellent, so make sure to use them carefully.’
That’s how Jamuka’s personal guard, Kesik, was born.
‘These are the martial arts of the Hebei Pan family and the Shin Gongjeolhak that you can learn. Although it is not a secret season that is passed down to only a very few people, analyzing it will definitely be of great help.’
They even gave him a sword and a shield to fight against the enemy of his birthday, who had already come to be called the King of Byeokryeok.
Kaang!
Blood bursts out from the torn hand along with a loud noise that shatters the thoughts. Jamuka frantically swung her new moon sword toward the endlessly rushing waters of the river.
Although he could not use one arm as not only the flesh and bones but also the muscles had been torn, the powerful inner energy and Shingungjeolhak that he had accumulated over a long period of time were still flowing through his fingertips.
Also, a memory of a day that occurred quite a while after I settled in the West.
‘Please tell me. When will I be able to go to war?’
‘Not yet, just wait for your time. You must never leave the West until you receive clear orders.’
‘Not yet, how long do I have to wait?’
‘what?’
‘If you wait for that command, you will miss your opportunity. It would be better to aim for Hebei now that the central plains are in chaos due to the Great War…
‘That’s amazing. ‘You talk like a human when talking about a hunting dog.’
‘······!’
‘Take out the Tao. Right Now.’
At the savior’s murderous look, Jamuka did not refuse and rushed towards him.
And I knelt down facing the wall that felt higher and bigger than the one I had felt when I was young.
And it was only then that I found out.
‘Keep in mind. ‘Until ‘His’ commands us, we never move.’
‘······Him?’
That the savior who was like heaven was nothing more than someone else’s hunting dog.
The fact that the ‘we’ he had been talking about from the beginning had a deep and powerful meaning that went far beyond what Jamuka had thought.
‘Engrave this deeply in your heart until the day you achieve revenge and take over the grassland. There is no forgiveness twice.’
What Jamuka felt at that moment was not humiliation or repulsion.
He trembled with fear and joy.
If you follow the lead of the owner of this leash around your neck, you will be able to reach a destination that felt increasingly distant.
The owner of the leash that swallowed up the world will give this vast prairie as a reward to the hunting dog that successfully completed its mission.
Honorable name.’
After that day, the repulsion in Jamuka’s heart disappeared as if washed away, and one day, as much time as the frost on his hair had passed, he realized that the time had finally come.
‘This.’
‘It’s a kind of short ring. ‘In exchange for being able to temporarily exert power beyond the limit, you have to pay a price.’
The savior called it Jamgryeokdan (潛刀團), which had an effect too ominous to be called a spiritual group.
‘Why are you giving me this?’
‘Let’s call it a kind of experiment. For the not too distant future.’
‘Then no way.’
‘He has awakened. From now on, build a bridgehead towards the Central Plains.’ ‘······!’
The last few years, added after fifty years of waiting, passed by in a flash.
According to Jamuka’s orders, the Danhwan that he had scattered throughout the grassland along with some martial arts books each found their own owner, and, having acquired previously unimaginable power, they caused all kinds of chaos and disrupted order.
Not only in the grasslands, but also in the central plains beyond the Great Wall.
Plenty of water.
The leader who led the band of magic bandits called Jeokpungdan (赤風團) in the eastern grasslands was a man of considerable assimil.
He built up his power at an incredible speed thanks to the power of the latent forces, and finally turned his head to Shanxi Province, where he met his death.
With the unfamiliar nickname of Shanxi Jamryong (山西潛龍), he came from the blood of a border shaman who was slowly declining.
‘Jin Tae-kyung. It’s Jin Tae-kyung.’
In the past two years, a lot has happened.
The Taiyuan Jin family stood tall as the conqueror of Shanxi Province, and in the eastern steppes, where his old name had been forgotten, two youngsters named Temur and Qinggen stood out, and in the distant central plains, a great feast was held.
And as if several dams were breaking down, all the events that had been suppressed came out one after another.
The bloody wind that took Henan’s Shaolin Temple as its first victim soon swept through Sichuan and Anhui, and then spread to far-off Yunnan.
The Jamryong of Shanxi came to be called Shinryong (God Dragon), and the people of Central Plains, sensing danger, united under the banner of the Murim Alliance, but even the famous Daepa cowered from the enemy’s blade that could strike at any moment.
Of course, this did not apply to Jamuka.
Because Amcheon, the enemy feared by everyone in the central plains, was ‘us’ to him. Because now was the moment Jamuka had been waiting for his whole life.
‘By the coming Chongyang Festival, take control of the eastern grasslands and mobilize all forces to occupy Shanxi.’
Jamuka immediately summoned his warriors.
As the waiting time was long, the movement was like lightning.
He finally formed a large army encompassing the entire steppe, and the savior relayed the situation beyond the Great Wall in time.
The power of Shanxi Province concentrated around the Taiyuan Jin family. A place expected to be a fierce battlefield. In addition to that, finally…
‘The King of Byeokryeokdo will definitely head there.’
Even the final destination of old resentments that must be washed away.
And indeed, it turned out as he said. Except for one thing.
‘Why, why!’
With a cry that was just on the tip of his tongue, Jamuka kept losing his balance and turning over his staggering body.
Raise, poop puk!
Pain that feels like being on fire.
Even if you see it with your eyes and recognize it with your head, the movement is slow.
Gangi’s net, which had been persistently pursuing him, had already faded away, leaving dozens of large and small scars all over his body, but beyond that was a great tiger that never let go of its prey.
Firmly closed lips. Eyes sparkling with cold flame.
At the same time, a dazzling flash of light tightly wrapped around the huge sword that was tightly grasped so that both hands turned white.
The King of Byeokryuk swung his great sword without hesitation, and Jamuka struck a tremendous blow that combined defeat and pleasure, destroying the space.
I looked at the scene crossing. And then I realized.
Now there is only one option left to you.
Even if I lose my strength and collapse in this narrow canyon, the choice I will make from now on will be a hundred and a thousand times better than dying at the hands of the King of Violence. s
In a world that had slowed down with the strong energy flying outside the water, Jamuka took out something she had been keeping in her arms.
And without hesitation, I popped the small, blood-red pill into my mouth.
No, I tried to do that.
Until a ray of light fell right above Sunsha’s head. Sigh!
What was reflected in Jamuka’s eyes, colored with fleeting pain and disbelief, was none other than the blade of a multi-colored spear.
At the same time as it dug into the back of his hand, it also pierced through the last hope contained within, the layer of latent power.
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Jamuka raised his head, even forgetting the pain.
The owner of the spear that fell from the sky stained with deep darkness opened his mouth not towards Jamuka but towards the King of the Blades.
“For these types of people, no matter how much they are on guard, it is always not enough. “Don’t you think so too?”
Left!
The great sword, which seemed as if it would sweep away everything in an instant, made a noise and stopped high in the air.
A smile full of surprise appeared on the face of the King of Byeokryeok when he saw a familiar face.
“Yes, I knew you would come.”
Towards a grizzled middle-aged man who looked twenty years younger than his original age, King Byeokryeok spoke in a voice full of emotion.
“It’s been a while. Mo Yong Baek. No, should I call you Lady Moyong now?”
King Byeokryeokdao smiled brightly at the sight of Mo Yong-baek, who had been at odds with him countless times in the past over the hegemony of the North, but who had become a true comrade and friend through the Battle of Jeongma, and achieved great success.
done.
This war is over.
Jamuka was already incapable of fighting, and the elites of Mo Yong Se, who would have been led by Mo Yong Baek, would have joined the battlefield by now.
There was a shout that rang out from there.
“Moyongse! “It’s a mockery!”
The King of Byeokryeok felt the tension that had been tightly wrapped around his entire body loosening.
At least until the next moment, an urgent cry from someone who was clearly the head of the Hebei Paeng family followed.
“Lord Taesangga! Those bastards, those bastards…!”
what?
At that moment, all thoughts stopped and Daowang suddenly felt a cold chill penetrate his body.
Suddenly!
A low voice echoes beyond the dizzying pain.
“I told you. “No matter how careful we are, it’s not enough.”
“······!”
In the distant, blurry vision, King Byeokryeok suddenly realized.
Jamuka.
How did the young tribal leader, who should have lost all his power and faced death as a loser, resist pursuit and survive until now?
‘Moyongse.’
okay.
On that day fifty years ago, I chased that guy.
The person who threw it was none other than Mo Yong-baek.
The true root of all these disasters.