< Episode 117 Gratitude (5) >
‘This······.’
The gigantic Imoogi with smooth, pure white scales seen in the image.
It had a similar appearance to a dragon that only appears in legends and fantasies.
The sight was so majestic that I almost gasped in awe.
However, if this Imoogi was different from a dragon, its horns were shorter than expected.
Compared to its huge body, its horns were only just growing.
This was a car that was curious.
At that time, a being wearing a bamboo lip was seen throwing a new weapon at the white Imoogi.
The man was holding a charred sword, and the moment the Imoogi saw his sword, it roared as if inciting a fight.
-Kwooooooooooo!
The tremendous roar created a wave, and the person wearing the bamboo lip was thrown away in the aftermath.
However, soon the person wearing the bamboo lip corrected the new type and once again threw the new type at the Imoogi. From then on, the fight between the Imoogi and the man continued.
Every time the Imoogi moved, an earthquake would occur on the ground and soil would pour down, just like a natural disaster.
-Kwakkwakwakwakwak!
The fight between the Imoogi and the Jukripin reached the point where the surrounding area was devastated.
But their fight did not last that long.
That was because the burnt-looking black sword held by Juklipin cut into the scales of the Imoogi.
-Kaaaaaa!
The Imoogi was in pain as its large scales were cut off and the sword penetrated its body.
Without missing that moment, Jukripin climbed up to the head of the Imoogi’s horns and struck it with a blow that even created a huge wave.
-Paaaaaaaaa!
The Imoogi that was hit by the bullet stumbled and fell.
-Cow!
The body was so long and huge that when the Imoogi fell, the surrounding area shook.
As soon as the Imoogi fell, Juklipin came down from his head and touched the lower part of the Imoogi’s chest and examined it.
Then someone approached him.
That person was none other than Je Ilgye Paje, an official of the secret society.
As Paje approached, Juklipin shook his head and opened his mouth in regret.
[I hoped it would, but the epicenter has not been properly formed yet.]
[It’s this big?]
In response to his question, Jukripin raised a sword that looked like it had been burned black and said,
[It is the leader of the five spirit creatures and is considered the most auspicious. When this Imoogi fully grows, it will become a dragon and further deviate from nature.]
[Natural? What does that mean?]
[If you think of it as a human being, it can be seen as a similar concept to fables.]
[Fable and light!]
Paje was surprised at those words.
Then he looked puzzled and asked.
[So, before this Imoogi was born, the original Imoogi had already become a dragon and transformed into a fable?]
[You could have done it. But I couldn’t do that.]
[What do you mean you couldn’t do that?]
[Do you know what happens when a spirit becomes corrupted?]
[······What happens?]
[Unlike the imamangryangs who are born with the energy of yin, spirits are born through the condensation of natural energy, so they can be said to be goodness itself. However, when they become corrupted, they become closer to the opposite tendency, demon or evil.]
[In other words, it sounds like this Imoogi’s squadron has become corrupted.]
To this question, Juklipin answered with a sigh and a smile.
[yes. It was truly corrupt. Because they even tried to destroy the seed of humanity.]
[Huh…]
[Even if the human-demon war wasn’t recorded in the historical records, it’s not that long ago for you guys. I guess it’s because you were born into the royal family, but I don’t know anything about it.]
[When Jim was young, the damn father erased all records related to Wulin, so what can we do? But now that I think about it, that sword… Didn’t he say he was made from dragon scales? Could it be that he is that dragon…]
[okay. It is the scale of a dead dragon.]
At Juklipin’s words, Paje’s eyes, looking at the sword, were filled with greed for an instant.
Then Juklipin put his sword into a special sheath and said.
[Arthur. If the compatibility is not right, you will just be possessed by the devil.]
At those words, Paje licked his lips with regret.
Then, Paje approached the fallen Imoogi, touched its horn, and asked.
[What are you going to do? Didn’t you promise to give me the source of the Imoogi? If the Imoogi is still young…]
[As bad as it is, I have to take this at least. Well, this amount will not be enough to help you live forever.]
-Poof!
As soon as the words were finished, Juklipin put his arm into the Imoogi’s chest.
And then they try to take Jinwon out from inside,
-Kwooooooooooo!
At that moment, the Imoogi opened its eyes and roared.
At the same time, Paje and Juklipin, who were nearby, were thrown back.
As soon as they bounced off, the Imoogi, which had been roaring, dug into the ground and disappeared.
As soon as Paje came to his senses after hitting the wall, he ran towards the ground where the Imoogi had penetrated.
[Damn it!]
How dare you wake up in such a short moment.
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He was embarrassed, but Jukripin called him.
[done.]
[What happened? How many people were mobilized to find that one Imoogi…]
[This is enough.]
[What is this… Ah!]
When Paje turned his head, a strange look appeared in his eyes.
That was because there was a piece of what appeared to be Jinwon in Jukripin’s hand.
Juklipin said with his other hand, pointing to the large scaly hide of the Imoogi that had fallen on the floor.
[I got everything I needed.]
[To miss that one…]
[Too much is not too much, human. If you really need it, aim for when the Imoogi has fully grown. In any case, the tribe called Yeongmul does not deviate much from the place where they were born.]
Hearing this advice from Jukripin, Paje looked at the hole in the ground with regret.
Their appearance gradually became blurred and Mok Kyung-un came out of his mental image.
The image was only fleeting, and when I came back to my senses, I could see Paje, whose skin and bones had turned into a skeleton.
“Off. “The burden…of…”
-Shoooooooo!
As Paje was dying, he tried to say something, but eventually lowered his head.
Mok Gyeong-un trampled on Paje’s head once again.
-Kwasik!
There was no response from the crushed head.
As all of the energy of the Imoogi Jinwon was absorbed through the ritual of wearing, the regeneration of the body no longer occurred.
After confirming that the bastard was completely dead, Mok Gyeong-un hurriedly approached the ghost sword.
And I took his pulse.
When Paje died, Jin Ye-rin, who came to his side, asked.
“are you okay?”
At this, Mo Kyung-un shook his head.
If there was even a little bit of raw energy left, Mokgyeongun would have tried to infuse some of the absorbed Jinwon energy or heal the wounds with magic.
However, all of this was only possible if there was even a little bit of energy left.
He had exhausted all his energy while fighting Mokgan’s clone and was almost on the verge of death.
‘······.’
It didn’t matter if he died.
However, there were still things he needed to hear, so in order to extend his life even a little, Mok Kyung-un tried to infuse some of Jinwon’s energy that he had absorbed, although it was close to pouring water into the broken poison.
OK,
“It’s pointless… A useless effort… do not do that.”
“Embrace the energy. “There is still more to be said.”
“Spring…Spring and Autumn…. Cough cluck.”
The ghost sword, out of breath, desperately searched for his daughter.
He seemed to have realized that his life would soon end and that he wanted to see his relatives one last time.
In the past, Mokgyeongun would not have cared about this at all.
However, as his relationship with Cheongnyeong deepened, he realized that it was affection, so he soon asked Jin Ye-rin for a favor.
“Can you bring a man named Chunchu outside the bamboo forest?”
“spring and autumn?”
“This is his wife’s meal.”
“ah······. all right.”
Jin Ye-rin nodded and soon launched the new model out of the bamboo forest.
First of all, I could no longer feel the energy of many people outside the bamboo forest.
I was worried that Mokgan’s clone had descended directly, but it seems that he didn’t touch the minions outside.
Perhaps he came straight into the bamboo forest because he was concerned about the gold liquor falling into his hands.
Then, the ghost waved his hands with blank eyes.
-The limit has already been reached.
As Cheongnyeong said, the color of his eyes had faded, and it looked like he was about to die.
Mok Gyeong-un, perhaps in a hurry, was about to ask something, but the ghost spoke first.
“Bi·····Bibiheon Confucius·····. “I will not talk about saving Confucius.”
“What are you talking about? Rather, my grandfather…”
Mo Kyung-un tried to hear what he wanted from him, but Gui-geom boiled it down and continued what he was saying.
“He… He…is his remaining self… To the current Hoeju… from the past, cluck cluck. I left behind the truth… Non-specific line… To correct everything that is twisted… did my best.”
“I’m curious about that…”
-Park!
The ghost sword held Mo Kyung-un’s hand tightly.
And then he spoke with difficulty, shedding bloody tears.
“He… they… I just fell for this guy’s trick… please······. Please… them… “Get away from him…”
Even though he couldn’t breathe properly, he was struggling with his sword.
To convey one’s wishes.
Mok Gyeong-un, who sensed that his end was approaching, infused Jin Won’s energy with his ghost sword hand and spoke.
“Wolmaek’s secretary said he could persuade Hwa-shin. Just tell me what you mean. “Get rid of all the unnecessary talk and hurry!”
-Shoooooooo!
I was breathing energy into it and it was leaking out.
It was like pouring water into a broken pot.
Mok Kyung-un held onto his weakened hand tightly and urged him.
“Ghost sword!”
“Ryu… Sowol and you… “You are… Yeon…”
No voice came out of my mouth, as if my lungs had collapsed.
Mok Gyeong-un, who thought it would not work, began to form a seal to practice magic.
-Park! Pop! Pop!
‘Bansa, 8, 8 people, and 100,000 people’
It is a type of magic that uses the eight powers to control ghosts.
The intention was to intentionally turn his spirit into a vengeful spirit before it completely dispersed across heaven and earth.
It was then.
“Nooooo!”
At that time, someone came running with a tearing cry.
She was the first level of secret love.
With her entire body covered in blood, she rushed over and pushed Mo Kyung-un, who was making the hand seal of the Half-Six-Eight-Strengthening Technique, to the side and hugged the ghost sword.
Chunchu became tearful and cried out.
“no. please······. please······. ah······.”
-Sigh!
The ghost sword placed his hand on Chunchu’s back.
Her tear-soaked eyes were trembling.
“please······.”
Not once in a hundred years… How can I leave like this when I never even called him properly?
Chunchu hugged the demon sword tightly and said in tears.
“dad.”
As her voice rang in my ears, a faint smile appeared on the ghost’s face, which had cooled and hardened.
And he just leaned his head on Chunchu’s shoulder.
Chunchu held his breath and sobbed in that state.
-Sigh!
Mok Gyeong-un, who had been gathering his strength as he looked at them like this, soon lowered his hand that was making a hand sign.
-why······. Are you stopping?
Mokgyeongun answered Cheongnyeong’s question with a light breath.
-Because it cannot be a vengeful spirit.
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