Myst, Might, Mayhem Chapter 418

< Episode 109: Water Fight (6) >

-Gurgling!

Dark war.

Blood flowed from the corner of the mouth of the shadowed being sitting on the throne.

Eventually, the being opened its closed eyes.

It was the same for not only the two eyes, but also the third eye on the forehead.

– Quad deuk!

The solid stone armrests of the stone chair were broken helplessly by the being’s grip.

The being’s three eyes were stained with anger.

Because I had half of my consciousness connected to my almost identically configured eyes, I felt the aftermath of the Donggwi portrait.

The feeling of disappearing in an instant.

It was not a very pleasant feeling, even for someone who had lived for a long time and experienced all kinds of hardships.

‘I can’t believe I lost some of my power like this.’

At first glance, replicating consciousness seemed like it would create a completely separate object, but that wasn’t exactly the case.

It had to be seen as connecting and sharing consciousness with the main body.

Therefore, part of the power had no choice but to be contained, and because the eyes of this cloned consciousness were lost, the power imbued there was also bound to be lost.

-They said it was a perfect number, but the results say it’s not at all.

One of the rituals clicked his tongue and said.

Then the forehead’s eyes twitched, and soon another consciousness expressed its intention.

-You would know by watching together that the variables were large.

-You are the one who said that there is no problem with any variables.

-If it was easy to kill, it could have been solved about a hundred years ago.

-what?

-Quaang!

The being was filled with anger and stomped on the ground.

Then, not only did the floor crack, but the entire dark Daejeon shook violently as if an earthquake had occurred.

-Kurrrrr!

When the shaking of the Daejeon eventually stopped, one of the rituals spoke soothingly.

-Calm down. Companion.

-Calm? Not only had he lost some of his strength, Sowol fell into his hands again. But that sound comes out well.

-Not completely.

-What do you want to say?

In response to that question, one of the consciousnesses spoke in a meaningful voice.

-Didn’t you tell me? He’ll be desperately looking for us.

* * *

“Don’t leave it to you now.”

As soon as he finished saying those words, Mok Kyung-un’s eyes, which were full of absolute majesty, began to tremble, and soon his eyes and mood changed.

Mok Kyung-un, who had become his usual self, opened his eyes and looked at his palm covered in smoldering ash.

‘······what?’

Mo Kyung-un was caught by a strange feeling.

Last time, it felt like my body was completely controlled by the being inside me.

But this time was different.

It was closer to a feeling of assimilation.

It felt like our opinions were so aligned that it felt like another version of ourselves.

Didn’t he even convey his intention to that guy?

[Trick him.]

In fact, the being inside him accepted that intention and deceived him.

And he obediently returned control of his body.

What on earth is the purpose of this being within you?

Just as my mind was becoming confused, a huge cheer erupted from the square.

“Waaaaaa!!!”

It was the roar of the members of the group under Mokgyeongun.

They thought that Mok Gyeong-un was in danger, so they watched the sky with concern even while fighting the enemies.

However, when the fog cleared and they saw the three eyes, or rather the Grand Duke Na Yu-ryang, hanging down like a dead person, they were convinced that Mo Gyeong-un had won.

That’s why it was a shout of victory.

“under?”

Amidst such shouts, Chunchu, the first world of secret society who was confronting Gu Cheonmu, one of the Seven Heavens and the owner of Yeonggeom Lodge, stuck out his tongue with a somewhat surprised expression.

‘No matter how bad it is, Mokgan even used Taegongbong Asthma and still lost?’

It was the Taegongbongcheonsik (太空封舛式), an ancient secret technique that sealed even King Shihae, one of the six demons infinitely close to a divine beast.

Of course, she couldn’t help but be surprised as she had predicted that Mokgan would win.

How can a mere human be this strong?

The look in her eyes as she looked at Mo Kyung-un became strange.

-Sigh!

Then Gu Tianmu pointed his sword at her and said.

“It didn’t turn out as you predicted. The odds of victory or defeat were tilted. Of course, I think we will continue to fight, but my lord has joined us…”

It was before he finished speaking.

“surrender.”

First World Chunqiu withdrew his energy and then raised his hands as if he had no intention of fighting and said.

Gu Tianmu frowned at this and couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

No matter how defeated the leader was, I never expected him to surrender so easily.

At least as much as he leads extraterrestrial beings, it was thought that he would act in an unexpected direction or engage in desperate resistance.

“What kind of trick is this?”

“What does it mean to surrender graciously because the leader lost?”

“······.”

As expected, something is suspicious.

First, we need to block the Qi Gate and thoroughly suppress it so that they cannot use any tricks.

-Rebirth!

-Pot!

At that time, Cheongnyeong, who had recovered some of his spiritual power, flew up and approached Mokgyeongun’s side.

She must have been very worried, too, and seemed relieved to see Mok Gyeong-un safe.

“Cheongnyeong.”

-You really are…

Cheongryeong tried to say something with a slightly red-eyed face, but then closed his mouth.

Then, as if he had never done that before, his eyes became filled with resentment again and he looked at Na Yu-ryang, whose face was being held in Mok-gyeong-un’s hand, and asked.

-Did you kill him?

“no. “He’s not dead.”

-······Could it be that you are doing this to give me a chance to resolve my resentment by leaving it up to you?

Cheongnyeong asked in a slightly touched tone, thinking that Mokgyeongun was considerate of him.

However, Mo Kyung-un shook his head and answered.

“I wish so, but not this guy.”

-What do you mean, no? Sentient beings, didn’t you also recognize that this guy is non-heaven and also has three eyes?

“I did, but it’s not exactly a real ritual.”

The young man asked with an expression of not understanding.

-It’s not a real ritual? What does that mean? Are you saying that if it’s not real, it can be fake?

“Rather than saying it’s a fake, should I say that it was constructed identically to my own consciousness?”

-Constructing consciousness in the same way?

“I don’t know how he did it, but he seems to be able to transfer his consciousness and powers through his third eye.”

-Third eye… Are you saying that this isn’t just a parasitic thing?

“Yes, I think so.”

This is Mok Gyeong-un, who watched the conversation between the being and the being inside him.

Thanks to this, I learned some things about the Three Eyes, but it also raised some questions.

It was difficult to understand because the conversation was so abstract, but it was as if the being within him knew the existence of these three eyes.

Even these three eyes were aware of the existence within him to the point of spitting out his anger.

[I guess this was the reason for the strange feeling of feeling like I didn’t kill him even though I definitely killed him.]

[okay. The feeling of desperately wanting something can also be called greed. However, how can you talk about greed towards me when you arbitrarily took what belongs to me?]

The moment I heard this, strangely enough, I remembered the story Cheongnyeong had told me.

The man whom Cheongnyeong loved as Ryu So-wol when he was alive.

I don’t know why, but their conversation made me feel like the past that Cheongnyeong had been talking about was continuing.

‘······no way.’

Mo Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed.

Then, he heard a voice calling out to him from somewhere.

“Mo, Wood Gongja! help!”

Mo Gyeong-un looked puzzled and looked down to where the shouting was coming from.

There was a woman covered in wounds, and she was Ki Ok-ryeon, the first wife of Yangamgokju Gihae, the confidant and longtime friend of Wi So-yeon, the youngest disciple of Cheonjihoeju.

what?

Come to think of it, Wei So-yeon and most of the factions that followed her were nowhere to be seen.

But why did Ki Ok-ryeon appear like that?

I was puzzled, but the young man spoke.

– Hand that guy over to me and go.

“What about Nayulryang?”

-okay. Since his body was once taken over by that bastard, he might remember something, right?

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Mo Gyeong-un’s words, but since he had three eyes, it was clear that he knew something about the guy.

Mok Gyeong-un nodded and handed Na Yu-ryang, who was unconscious, to her.

And then,

-widely!

It was a light new type and landed on the ground where Giokryeon was.

Then Ki Ok-ryeon spoke in a pleading voice, even with tears in her eyes.

“Confucius. Please help me. Lady Wi So-yeon has been kidnapped by unknown people.”

“kidnap?”

“Yes, King Myeongdo and my father, Yangamgokju, dealt with them… Black…”

She was in tears and couldn’t speak properly.

As expected, most of the blood on her clothes belonged to her father.

He desperately tried to protect Wei Xiaoyeon, but his body was cut in half by the enemy and he lost his life.

Mok Gyeong-un asked her, who was unable to speak properly due to her sadness becoming so intense as she remembered her father’s death.

“What happened to the Sword Demon?”

This was the reason why Mok Gyeong-un was puzzled.

Wei So-yeon also had a faction under her that followed her, but just in case, she sent Geomma Ji-oe, the best swordsman she had from Geomgok, a sacred place for swords, as her subordinate.

“Sword Demon?”

“Except.”

She understood this when she heard that she was out of the country.

Although he was an outsider who called himself a swordsman, he was more famous in the world as a swordsman who was crazy about swords.

“Well, he sent me to Confucius.”

“A foreigner sent you?”

“Black… Yes, Lord Jioe joined and fought with King Myeongdo against that huge man, but he was too strong.”

Myeongdo King Son Yun was also a huge man, but he was even bigger than him.

It was thought that it would be subdued somehow since one of the five kings, his father, a high-ranking official, and the supreme masters of the Great Lord level came forward, but in fact, it was a monster so great that it could far overwhelm them.

Ji-oe, who joined them late and helped them, hurriedly sent her to Mok Gyeong-un.

‘Why?’

For a moment, Mo Kyung-un had doubts.

If they were desperately targeting Cheongnyeong, it was understandable because the Three Eyes were also non-human.

However, even though Wi So-yeon looked so similar to Cheong-ryeong that it was believable that they were twin sisters, they were strictly different people.

But why did they kidnap her?

In addition, Jie Oe was an expert in flower painting, and King Son Yun of Myeongdo was also a super expert, approaching that level.

They didn’t invest enough power into this place that they couldn’t be an opponent even if they joined forces, but they only used it to kidnap Wei So-yeon?

‘······There is something.’

Mo Qingyun instinctively believed that there was a reason why Secret Love was targeting Wei Xiaoyeon.

There is no perfect coincidence in anything.

Even so, I always wondered why she looked so much like Cheongnyeong, and I thought it might have something to do with the secret.

Therefore,

“Where is it?”

“I-I will guide you…”

-Park!

“oh?”

“Say it.”

Mu Qingyun, who was wrapped around her waist and at her side, flew up, unfolding the Neunggongheodo.

-Paang!

So, Mo Qingyun kicked the air and flew towards Wei Xiaoyeon’s manor.

Someone staggered out from the broken wall of the main building and looked at them.

He was the head of Cheonjihoe.

“Cluck cluck…. “Did Wi So-yeon touch that child?”

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