Almighty God of War - Chapter 123

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123

 

Jegal Hwi, who had been deep in thought, hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth with a look of determination.

 

“In this situation, we must share all information.”

 

He looked at Guyang Cheongang and spoke in a rigid tone.

 

“That is a Necromantic Ancient Corpse General of the Necromantic Blood Cult.”

 

Since he spoke aloud rather than using sound transmission, everyone in the group could hear him.

 

The faces of everyone except Guyang Cheongang changed dramatically.

 

The Necromantic Blood Cult was a heretical sect that had sided with the Demonic Cult during the Great War of Orthodox and Demonic, and the Necromantic Ancient Corpse General they created was such an object of terror that it had perished together with ten elders of the Nine Great Sects.

 

Though the specific method of refining a Necromantic Ancient Corpse General had been lost, rumors circulated in Gangho like legends that it required the blood and vengeful spirits of thousands.

 

Pung Socheong’s face also turned pale.

 

“Then… are you saying that all this mortal hell, including Ghost Valley Village, was for the purpose of creating that single demon?”

 

“It seems likely.”

 

Guyang Cheongang muttered to himself inwardly.

 

‘It seems Jegal Hwi doesn’t know that thing is a living person?’

 

[It appears that in Gangho, that being is known as a jiangshi rather than someone who has learned demonic arts.]

 

Pung Socheong turned to look at Guyang Cheongang and said.

 

“When I saw the low-rank officer and soldier jiangshi, and the blood jiangshi, I did think of the Necromantic Blood Cult… but I never expected to see a Necromantic Ancient Corpse General here.”

 

Jegal Hwi spoke to the group in a resolute tone.

 

“We must stop them before they complete the ritual. If the necromancer priests awaken the Necromantic Ancient Corpse General, it will be uncontrollable.”

 

Hwangbo Pung clenched his fists and shouted.

 

“Then we have to eliminate them!”

 

As soon as he spoke, he charged toward the strange figures with terrifying momentum.

 

The others moved without hesitation as well.

 

At that moment, the necromancer priests all stopped their incantations in unison and turned their heads to look at the group.

 

An ominous light flashed intensely from their eyes that showed only the whites.

 

And then, an eerie red glow began to flicker from the empty eye sockets of the Necromantic Ancient Corpse General floating in midair.

 

Hwangbo Pung took the lead, flashing his Heavenly King Fist as he charged toward the nearest necromancer priest.

 

The moment his fist cut through the air, the necromancer priest belatedly sensed the danger and crossed his skeletal arms to block. But it was futile resistance.

 

Bang!

 

With an explosive sound, Hwangbo Pung’s fist broke the necromancer priest’s arms like rotten branches and pierced straight through his withered chest.

 

“Kraaak!”

 

The necromancer priest screamed as he was sent flying backward.

 

They were merely skilled in evil sorcery, with martial arts at only a first-rate level at best.

 

There was no way they could block the Heavenly King Fist of Hwangbo Pung, a supreme master.

 

Paeng Mangyeong’s great sword was swung with terrifying force toward the two necromancer priests on the left.

 

Swoooooosh-

 

It was Fierce Tiger Emerges from Mountain, the ultimate technique of the Five Tigers Sect Blade Technique.

 

The two necromancer priests were shocked and hastily waved their palms to spread a black curtain in front of the great sword.

 

However, Paeng Mangyeong’s blade tore through that palm wind barrier like paper and slashed their necks and waists.

 

Slash! Crack!

 

Red blood splattered in all directions.

 

Hanjo’s Black Dragon Chain wasn’t idle either.

 

Whirrrrr-

 

The end of the iron chain whipped like a viper and aimed for the Necromancer Priest on the right.

 

The terrified Necromancer Priest tried with all his might to dodge the Black Dragon Chain, but he was a step too late.

 

The chain bent at an eerie angle and wrapped precisely around his neck.

 

Crack!

 

The Necromancer Priest with his broken neck collapsed helplessly.

 

Pung Socheong’s Moon Shadow Daggers and Jegal Hwi’s Heavenly Wind Fan also pierced the vital points of the Necromancer Priests accurately.

 

In just the time it took to exhale a few breaths, more than half of the ten Necromancer Priests had lost their lives.

 

It was at that very moment.

 

The Necromantic Ancient Corpse General on the ceiling began to slowly rise.

 

The sight of the massive frame, nearly ten feet tall, slowly standing up in midair was like an ancient god awakening.

 

Creak creak creak creak creak-

 

The sound of bone joints clashing echoed throughout the entire cave.

 

Seeing this, Jegal Hwi bit his lips until they bled and muttered.

 

“Are we too late…!”

 

The elders of the Nine Great Sects were supreme masters.

 

The legendary demon that had perished together with ten such peerless masters had risen.

 

It was no wonder that a look of terror appeared on Jegal Hwi’s face.

 

The fully risen Necromantic Ancient Corpse General opened its mouth.

 

From its gaping maw flowed a ghastly cry like the winds of hell.

 

“Grrrrrrrr…”

 

That sound alone made the entire underground cavern vibrate.

 

Dust poured down like rain from the ceiling, and skulls scattered on the floor rattled and rolled about.

 

The skeletal jaw of the Necromantic Ancient Corpse General, glaring at the group with red eyes, moved as if it were a living person.

 

“How dare you interfere with this lord Necromantic Demon Lord’s great work. You must carry spare lives with you.”

 

It was a scratched and cracked voice that sent chills down one’s spine, as if it had crawled out from a tomb hundreds of years old.

 

“That… that thing… speaks…?”

 

Jegal Hwi’s voice, who had never lost his composure under any circumstances, trembled with shock.

 

Paeng Mangyeong and Hwangbo Pung also turned pale as they realized that what they had to face was not a corpse but an intelligent being.

 

The Necromantic Ancient Corpse General, no, the Necromantic Demon Lord, as if enjoying their terror, began to slowly float up while remaining in a lying position in midair, defying gravity.

 

Like swimming on invisible water, its skeletal body floated silently, closing the distance with the group.

 

That bizarre and unnatural movement instilled greater fear in the group’s hearts than any martial art could.

 

Watching the slowly approaching Necromantic Demon Lord, Guyang Cheongang asked Akasha.

 

‘Can you tell what level its martial arts are at?’

 

[Analysis is impossible.]

 

Deep furrows formed on Guyang Cheongang’s brow.

 

‘Impossible?’

 

[Yes. I cannot measure how strong it is.]

 

‘Damn it… this thing…’

 

[Doctor, this is not an opponent you can defeat with mental strength. It would be best to leave this place immediately.]

 

‘Then everyone here will be wiped out. And if that thing goes outside, people will be in danger. That bastard is a disaster.’

 

[This fight is reckless.]

 

‘I can’t tuck my tail and run without even trying.’

 

Akasha let out a quiet sigh and spoke.

 

[Sigh… Since coming to this world, Doctor’s danger awareness index has dropped by nearly four times on average. Perhaps that’s why you seem to be getting more and more reckless.]

 

‘Maybe it’s my true nature? In that other world, society’s framework was so rigid that there was hardly any opportunity for my true nature to show.’

 

[That might be true.]

 

At that moment, the Necromantic Demon Lord’s figure seemed to disappear like a mirage from before the group’s eyes, then suddenly appeared right in front of Hwangbo Pung’s nose.

 

“Huk!”

 

Hwangbo Pung, greatly startled, reflexively swung his Heavenly King Fist, but the Necromantic Demon Lord lightly grasped his fist like a toy and threw him away.

 

Kwang!

 

Hwangbo Pung flew back more than ten zhang and crashed into the wall.

 

Stone fragments scattered in all directions.

 

“You demon!”

 

Paeng Mangyeong swung his great sword with an angry shout.

 

Ssuwaang-

 

The blue blade energy that surged from his great sword flew toward the Necromantic Demon Lord like lightning.

 

But the Necromantic Demon Lord raised his forearm bone with a movement as if shooing away an annoying fly and blocked it.

 

Kakakakakang!

 

With a terrible noise of scraping metal, the great sword bounced up powerlessly.

 

Paeng Mangyeong, who received a great internal shock, bled from his mouth and nose as he was pushed back two or three zhang.

 

His complexion turned pale.

 

‘My Blue Mountain Crushing Blade… was blocked by just a forearm bone? My blade that cuts through steel like tofu…!’

 

Guyang Cheongang’s eyes grew heavy.

 

‘Akasha, analyze that bastard’s bones!’

 

[Infiltrating nanobots into the target’s epidermis… Infiltration failed. An unknown energy field is physically blocking the nanobots’ approach. It’s qualitatively different from Cheon Ungi’s, but the effect is similar.]

 

‘Can’t you penetrate it?’

 

For the first time, bewilderment crept into Akasha’s voice.

 

[Doctor, extremely compressed energy has condensed like a solid on the bone and skin surface, fundamentally nullifying all external physical and energetic interference.]

 

At that moment, the memory of operating on the Crown Prince flashed through Guyang Cheongang’s mind.

 

The thread-thin sword energy he had barely managed to create by squeezing out all his mental strength and internal energy.

 

That too had been created by raising the density of qi to its limit.

 

A quiet murmur flowed from Guyang Cheongang’s lips.

 

“Could it be… Protective Body Energy?”

 

[Yes. Comparing with data from the Imperial Treasury, the energy surrounding that being’s exterior is presumed to be Protective Body Energy that only masters of the Transformation Realm can manifest.]

 

Meanwhile, Jegal Hwi, Hanjo, and Pung Socheong gripped their respective weapons and charged at the Necromantic Demon Lord.

 

Jegal Hwi’s Heavenly Wind Fan Technique created a whirlwind that obscured the Necromantic Demon Lord’s vision, and Hanjo’s Black Dragon Chain, not missing that opportunity, flew silently through the air to coil around the creature’s ankle like a snake.

 

At the same time, Pung Socheong’s Moon Shadow Daggers flew up like shining swallows, precisely piercing through the immobilized creature’s empty eye sockets.

 

It was a perfect coordinated combined attack created by three supreme masters.

 

However, all those attacks crumbled futilely the moment they reached the Necromantic Demon Lord.

 

The creature didn’t even defend itself.

 

Yet the whirlwind of the Heavenly Wind Fan scattered without even touching its body, and the Black Dragon Chain bounced off powerlessly like thread hitting rock.

 

The Moon Shadow Daggers also bounced off with an unpleasant scraping sound against metal.

 

Not even a scratch appeared on the bones.

 

“Kekekekekekek…”

 

The laughter flowing from the Necromantic Demon Lord’s mouth was not human.

 

It was an eerie voice as if thousands of skulls were simultaneously chattering their teeth, echoing from the depths of hell.

 

As the creature slowly raised both hands, darkness thicker than the night sky began condensing like storm clouds at the tips of those skeletal twenty fingers.

 

Pitch-black and chilling sword energy was writhing and growing above its fingernails.

 

“This is…”

 

The faces of those who saw it turned pale.

 

They instinctively knew they wouldn’t be able to avoid the exploding finger energy.

 

At the very moment the death sword energy gathered at the Necromantic Demon Lord’s fingertips was taking shape,

 

Crack!

 

The ground beneath Guyang Cheongang’s feet, who had been observing the battle until now, cracked like a spider web and exploded.

 

His body movement, which moved as if erasing space itself in an instant, positioned him above the Necromantic Demon Lord’s head.

 

The speed of the Phantom Shadowless Divine Method was enough to shock even the Necromantic Demon Lord.

 

“You bastard…!”

 

Before the creature’s shock could even end, Guyang Cheongang’s cold shout from midair echoed throughout the entire underground cavern.

 

“Gale Nine Tribulations Technique!”

 

The moment his right hand carved the first palm shadow in midair, the flow of time twisted.

 

Boom!

 

Before the first shockwave could even shake the space, the second and third palm shadows overlapped on those afterimages and exploded in succession.

 

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-CRASH-!

 

Destruction birthing destruction, impact amplifying impact—nine layers of calamity poured down like a storm toward a single point.

 

The massive force that had been twisting the mental world finally revealed its terrifying form in reality.

 

With explosive sounds like thunder bursting in succession, tremendous palm force struck the Necromantic Demon Lord’s protective body energy.

 

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-CRASH!

 

With a thunderous roar, the blood-red protective body energy surrounding the creature’s entire body shattered like glass and scattered.

 

And the massive Ancient Corpse King was pushed back more than ten steps.

 

Guyang Cheongang’s face was rigidly hardened as he silently planted his feet on the ground.

 

The Gale Nine Tribulations Technique infused with the Twelve Stars’ internal energy had the power to turn even ten-thousand-pound rocks into powder.

 

Yet the Necromantic Demon Lord had only had its protective body energy broken, enduring that tremendous palm force with its body.

 

‘If my internal energy had been sufficient, I could have completely destroyed that monster…’

 

Guyang Cheongang swallowed the blood rising within him.

 

The shackles of being ‘incomplete’ that Akasha had warned about had grabbed his ankle at the most crucial moment.

 

In the Necromantic Demon Lord’s empty eye sockets, blood-red flames blazed with a mixture of shock, rage, and bitter humiliation.

 

He seemed unable to accept the fact that a bug-like creature had dared to shock him.

 

Meeting that gaze head-on, Guyang Cheongang spoke to his companions in a coldly settled voice.

 

“I’ll handle this one. Everyone, deal with the remaining priests!”

 

The people’s faces turned pale.

 

His words about taking on the Necromantic Demon Lord meant he was prepared to die.

 

“Kekekekekeke… Kraaaaaaaaaah-!”

 

From the Necromantic Demon Lord’s mouth erupted a strange cry that was indistinguishable between laughter and howling.

 

Sickeningly pure killing intent shook the entire underground cavern.

 

Stone fragments poured down like rain from the ceiling, and his companions instinctively covered their ears and staggered.

 

“Good… Very slowly, starting with your limbs and down to the last fragment of your soul, I’ll chew and devour every bit!”

 

The creature’s voice, like lava boiling up from the very bottom of hell, contained indescribable hatred and killing intent.

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