◈ Revenge (1)
bang!!
The man’s body, hit by Mujin’s fist, explodes as if hit by a bullet.
However, Mujin seemed oblivious to the cruel sight, and was already swinging his fists again, destroying another member of the Sado-ryeon.
Behind Mujin, the later indices of the Shinsungdae were tenaciously following the path that Mujin was making.
As if acting as a bridgehead for the Mujin and Hujijis who were breaking through the front lines like a chariot, Jegal Jinhee shouted and swung his fan wildly.
“Keep moving! If you stop, you’ll be isolated!!”
The cold air emanating from her fan froze the surroundings, slowing down the movements of her enemies.
The Shinsungdae’s later indices that followed her viciously swung their weapons and finished off the Apostolic Warriors’ soldiers.
The later leaders of the large sects and Sega who had experienced civil wars within the political factions were somehow able to keep their wits about them even in the midst of the chaos.
“Eek.”
“Ugh. Ugh.”
Many of the later index members from small and medium-sized sects, who had only experienced a few knife fights in the neighborhood, were still not in their right minds.
Among them was a young warrior named Jang Han-seong.
‘Oh, I didn’t expect this.’
When his steps falter, stunned by the brutality of the battlefield, and the weapon he should swing at the enemy hesitates.
As he was absentmindedly staring, a sword wielded by the Apostolic Knights flew towards him.
‘Oh, no…….’
He was half-asleep and tried to swing his weapon belatedly, but he had a feeling it was too late.
‘Is this how it ends…?’
Regret filled his eyes as he watched the arrow flying towards his neck.
‘What kind of wealth and honor do you expect to enjoy… … .’
He regretted his past self who had come to see Jeongmu-myeong while intoxicated by youthful spirit.
And just before the sword wielded by the unmanned Apostolic Corps cuts off Jang Hanseong’s head.
visor!!
A sword suddenly intervened and blocked the path.
“Comrade!!”
At the sound of a familiar voice, Jang Hanseong turned his head with a startled expression and looked at the sword’s owner.
There, he is the second disciple of the Jongnam faction and a precious comrade who took care of him when he first entered Shinsungdae and was wandering around.
Byuk-Hwan stood proudly like a giant tree, protecting him.
Byuk-Hwan, who had pushed back the unmanned Sado-Ryeon with his counterattack by utilizing the secrets of the 36 Swords of the World, shouted at Jang Han-Seong, who had not yet come to his senses.
“Wake up!”
And all over the battlefield, other disciples of the Jongnam faction were protecting the soldiers of the Jungso faction, just like Byeok-Hwan had done to Jang Han-Seong.
The disciples of Jongnampa who succeeded in protecting their comrades shouted without anyone saying anything first.
“We must endure with evil and violence!!”
“evil!!!”
The moment he heard that scream, Jang Han-seong’s half-disappeared consciousness returned.
‘Yes! The fight was said to be between evil and violence!’
Jang Han-seong swung his weapon and shouted as if he was whipping himself.
“evil!!!”
Oddly enough, the number of evil-wielding Shinsungdae warriors, like Jang Hanseong, was increasing exponentially.
Meanwhile, Mujin, who had been clearing the way at the forefront, let out a sigh of relief when the rear seemed to have stabilized.
In the middle of a battlefield, there was no time to take care of each and every one of the soldiers.
This is especially true now that Hyukjin River has revealed itself.
From Mujin’s perspective, who wanted to join them as soon as possible, the efforts of Jongnampa, who had awakened those who had lost their minds, were felt more greatly.
‘Well then, I guess I’ll have to speed things up now.’
In Mujin’s eyes, the fierce battle between Hyukjin Kang and Namgung Buja came into view.
Although it was expressed as a ‘fierce battle’, it seemed that Namgung and his son were being pushed back overall.
‘As expected, those two alone are difficult.’
He had to join them and deal with Hyukjin River before those two fell.
With that thought in his mind, Mujin swung his fist at the unmanned Sado-ryeon blocking his way again.
bang!!
Moojin’s eyebrows twitched immediately after he swung his fist.
I thought I could finish him off in one go, but his fist was easily blocked.
And the man who had lightly blocked Mujin’s fist with one hand moved his remaining hand and grabbed his own face.
Sizzle!
Immediately after the sound of facial skin being ripped off rang out, shock appeared on Mujin’s face.
“Little Lord!?”
Why is this guy here?
At such an overwhelming response, a bitter smile appeared on So Cheon-ju’s lips as he took off his mask.
“Hehehe. I came back from hell to kill you.”
Looking at Socheonju, who had madness swirling around her eyes, Mujin’s head began to spin quickly.
The important thing now was not why the Little Lord was here.
‘If we lead this guy and join the other side, we’ll be annihilated.’
It was impossible to deal with Socheonju and Hyukjin River together even with the help of Namgung and his son.
And the moment this thing started to run wild, it was hard to even guess how much damage it would cause.
Mujin, who instinctively weighed the possibilities, could not help but reach one conclusion.
‘I have to deal with it on my own somehow.’
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After making his decision, Mujin quickly sent a message to Jegal Jinhui.
– Help Namgung Buja fight Hyukjin River!
Jegal Jin-hee looked at Mu-jin with a puzzled expression at the sudden change in plans.
And what she saw was Mujin looking at a young man with a face full of tension.
She instinctively realized that the young man was a very dangerous being.
Ironically, she had no sense of the young man’s momentum at all.
But if the opponent was a lowly person with no momentum, there was no reason for ‘that’ Mujin to be so nervous.
At the age of only fifteen, Mujin was acting so slyly in front of the elders of the Jegal family.
Jegal Jin-hee, who quickly gathered his thoughts, quickly flew towards the place where Hyuk Jin-gang and Nam-gung were engaged in a fierce battle.
And as soon as she moved, Mujin sent a signal to Byeokwan.
– From now on, lead the sacred belt in my stead! And get as far away from here as possible!
It was Mujin who decided to hand over the chain of command to Byeok-Hwan in place of Jegal Jin-Hee.
When Mujin was quickly organizing the situation through improvisation.
The smile on Socheonju’s lips grew deeper.
“Hehehe. You have other thoughts in mind even though I’m right in front of you. How ridiculous.”
He noticed that Mujin was sending out some kind of signal, and immediately put both hands forward.
Blue energy began to emanate from his left hand, while red energy began to overflow from his right hand.
“F*ck!!!!”
The moment when curses came out of Daegyeonghan Mujin’s mouth without him knowing.
Socheonju clapped his hands together without hesitation.
Let the yin and yang energies mix for a moment, centered around the joined hands.
As if they had never been together from the beginning, a huge explosion and a purple aura shot out in front.
Mujin gritted his teeth and took the rite of passage of the Musangsin Kwon.
The members of the Holy Spirit Corps who were still in the rear were unable to escape.
If he had avoided that, dozens of people could have been killed in an instant.
In that case, there was no choice but to accept it.
“Get out of here you son of a bitch!!”
Mujin was a martial artist who performed martial arts that contained the teachings of the Buddhist monk Hyeon Gwang, who had attained Buddhahood, and who spoke the six-character Chinese characters with ease.
* * *
Mount Guanyin (观音山) located near Changshan County, Zhejiang Province.
The warriors of Jeongmu Alliance, who had set out from Deokheung County, Gangseo Province early in the morning, stopped for a moment at a location where Mt. Gwaneum could be seen from afar and reorganized their ranks.
“Is it true that the general is on that mountain?”
To Mu-gung’s question, General Zhuge Wu-hwan answered while waving his fan.
“exactly.”
“I heard that the mountain herb of the General Pyo faction, Pungrimchae, is in Seonharyeong to the south, right? Was that a false rumor?”
“The rumor is true. It’s just that the war isn’t over yet, so he hasn’t returned to Seonharyeong’s Pungrimchae.”
Biryonggak, a new intelligence agency established by the Jeongmu Alliance.
The information was gathered and found there by integrating the existing information power of Cheonryu Sangdan and Gaebong and adding those who entered the Jeongmu Alliance.
A few days ago, there was a story that several masters known to be affiliated with the Pungrimchae faction of the General Pyo faction went up to Mt. Gwaneum with their subordinates after obtaining daily necessities from merchants of Amcheonhoe in Sangsanhyeon.
“And after watching closely from Biryonggak for the past few days, no one has left the mountain yet, so I guess it’s probably true.”
After hearing Jegal Wu-hwan’s answer, Mugung looked towards the peak of Gwaneum Mountain with a serious expression.
Let’s take a moment to watch him as he looks around, as if he’s looking for the total number of votes.
‘Hmm. I don’t know if I can handle the total votes.’
Zhuge Wuhwan, whose martial arts skills were not that great anyway, could not accurately gauge the gap between them.
But on the contrary, he was not the type to waste time on things that could not be predicted, so he put aside his useless worries and gave instructions.
“Army! Dispatch!”
As he gave instructions, the bodyguards who were with him waved their flags here and there to convey the instructions.
Zhuge Wu-hwan nodded his head in satisfaction at the sight of the soldiers of the Jeongwu Alliance moving in unison according to his instructions.
‘Anyway, military affairs are all about planning for the worst case scenario. If Monk Mugung and Monk Mugyeong alone can’t handle it, then we just have to move accordingly.’
For that reason, he had come here himself.
What he said to Mujin on his way to Namgung Se-ga was not a simple excuse.
Some of the warriors of Jeongwu Alliance, who received instructions from Zhuge Wuhuan, followed the official route and headed towards Gwaneumsan Mountain.
They were all dressed in the costumes of peddlers, merchants, and tradespeople.
Since they are basically bandits, it was a kind of bait to lure them out.
‘If a fish is smart, it might not bite the bait.’
Zhuge Wuhwan was not a leisurely fisherman.
Rather than catching fish with just bait, it was better to have a fishing rod, bait, and a harpoon in the net.
“I see. Let’s go!”
At Zhuge Wuhuan’s instructions, most of the remaining warriors formed groups of certain numbers, spread out, hid themselves, and headed towards Mount Guanyin.
It was a camp that utilized the Cheonrajimang created during the time when he was the commander-in-chief of the Murim Alliance.
* * *
A wide open space located on the slope of Mt. Gwaneum.
Originally, it was a place where people going up and down the mountain would often take a rest, but now it has been occupied by a certain group.
A crazy group that claims all mountains as theirs and makes a living by extorting money and valuables from passersby.
The leader of the group, a man known to the world as the General Pyo-pa-ja, was lying leisurely in a makeshift barracks prepared on one side of the open space, lost in thought.
“Hmm. No matter how much I think about it, I feel like I drew the line wrong.”
He muttered, scratching his chest, which was covered in thick hair.
He was a greedy man. He was also a man after material gain.
That is why I voluntarily entered the Apostolic Training, while others praised the Seven Kings and the Three Swords of Heaven.
Although he possessed skills comparable to those of the Seven Kings, he kept those skills hidden.
The plan was to wait for the right moment to drive out Hyukjin River and take over Sadoyeon.
But everything was going wrong. The Apostolic Union was falling apart, and a strange new sect called the Namcheonhoe was emerging.
I tried to move towards it as best I could, but was rebuffed in a heartbeat.
In the end, he had no choice but to remain in the Apostolic Union and fight in the war.
‘Since an organization called the Political Alliance has been created, the Apostolic Alliance will soon be finished.’
He instinctively realized that only catastrophe awaited him in the end.
“Hmm. Maybe I should pretend to be a little crazy and go over to the Demonic Cult.”
After thinking about it for a moment, it occurred to him that it might not be easy to imitate a fanatic.
“Tsk. It would be easier to make a big splash and create a new identity.”
Anyway, all I had to do was hide my power for a few years.
In the opinion of the general, the people of Murim were all mentally ill people who were impatient because they couldn’t use their power anyway. Just like he was.
Although they were now tightly knit, called the Namcheonhoe and Jeongmu Alliance, it was clear that they would eventually fight among themselves again after a few years had passed since the war ended.
Just like the Murim Alliance and the Sadoyeon in the past.
However, I didn’t want to live in poverty without money. So, I needed money to enjoy alcohol and women for a few years.
Just then, as if the heavens had read his mind, one of his men hurriedly came to his barracks.
“Your Majesty!! Those guys who are waving the flag of Seonhwapyo have just entered the mountain!”
At that news, the general who had been lying down got up with a mean smile on his face.
If it is Seonhwa Pyo-guk, it is the largest pyo-guk in Sangsan-hyeon.
The head of the general quickly turned at the news that the prey was coming on its own two feet.
‘I guess I’ll just finish this last one and then rejoin the Apostolic Corps.’
It wasn’t my intention to continue the war. It was just when the Sado League was starting to look like it was going to lose.
He planned to use the stupid bandits as sacrifices and sneak away to collect the wealth he had accumulated and start a new life.
It might be a little frustrating to have to hide your identity, but with the money you’ve saved up so far, you could probably live off of drinking and women every day for several years.
Drawing a picture of such a beautiful future, the general left the barracks with an axe in his hand.
“It’s time to welcome our guests!”
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