Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 450

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Chapter 450
Arrows rain down, people fall, Bichano rages, and war horses kiss the ground.
Within that chaos, he advanced toward that place and spoke calmly.
“Our imperial family possesses strange abilities. Some of us are born with power enough to shatter the world, like that distant sister of mine, while others possess trivial abilities hardly worth mentioning. The ability to understand mosquito conversations, or perhaps the power to darken one’s surroundings.”
“….”
“Of course, such abilities prove useless in combat and worthless in strategy, so those who possess them distance themselves from the succession struggle early on.”
“I see.”
“Though sometimes an ability we thought we understood reveals itself to be something entirely different. Take my sister—in her youth, we believed she merely made spoons heavy. She grew stronger by developing that power.”
“…Through training?”
“Some abilities grow through repetition. My sister declared she would push a mountain. She took her serpent spear and repeatedly thrust it into a cliff face. Honestly, she seemed mad. A girl not yet in her twenties, repeating the same thrust against a mountain—hardly the actions of a sane person.”
“It must have appeared that way.”
“Her temperament was so foul that on days her hands bled, she scattered irritation in all directions. That fiery nature was the same then as it is now.”
I could easily imagine it.
“…Yet strangely, the cliff that never yielded even an inch at first began to recede backward at some point.”
“She truly did push the mountain.”
“My brother and I witnessed it daily, and when she finally moved the entire mountain, my sister departed for the battlefield and became a god of multitudes.”
Was that training?
He spoke.
“Ah, but this level of thermal force was only awakened during war. What she first learned was merely weight control.”
Ju Wang’s serpent spear had pushed the mountain.
That was the pride of a god of multitudes.
“Conversely, there are those who don’t even develop the abilities they receive.”
“I see.”
“I know a half-brother with an ability that ‘doesn’t grow.’ Well, with countless siblings, it’s awkward to even call him a brother. In any case, he and I share undeniable blood ties.”
“How curious. So he remains as he was in childhood?”
“Precisely. Moreover, his intellect doesn’t grow either—he’s been an idiot since childhood, so he was eliminated from succession long ago. Of course, ‘idiot’ is merely what the reports say. Perhaps it’s an act. The imperial palace’s feng shui is so poor, after all. So a blind man becomes blind, but the moment he leaves the palace, he walks about with both eyes wide open. That’s this place.”
“The imperial palace does seem prone to such misfortunes.”
We were nearly there.
At the vanguard of the main force, Ju Wang was already raging magnificently.
Waaaaaaaa!
Amid the roar of war, the cries of soldiers, the stench of blood, and the trembling between death and life, Eun Wang-ya spoke.
“Strangely enough, that fellow grew up and walks about. He merely possesses an ability that ‘doesn’t grow,’ yet he pretends not to know me. Whether it’s true amnesia, I cannot say.”
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes widened slightly.
“…!”
“I’ve chosen to pretend not to know him as well. I wonder how long this will continue.”
Finally, his words reached the promised place.
As if waiting, the path opens.
No—Ju Wang deliberately opens the path. And the Suksin Tribe surges forward like a tidal wave.
“At last, this limited Heavenly Sage shall scatter limited clone techniques.”
“…By plucking hair and blowing it, clones emerge?”
“What is it… Similar.”
In that fleeting moment, he steadied his breathing.
What emerged from his lips was not the language of the Central Plains, but that of the Suksin Tribe.
“Qrwt re Qetxetn (Horses, run wild)–!!”
It was a word-command.
An authority that controlled perception through speech itself.
The word-command mixed within the lion’s roar spread widely, rendering the Suksin Tribe’s horses uncontrollable.
To be precise, it wasn’t the horses themselves.
The Suksin tribesmen controlling the horses perceived their mounts as running wild, flailed their reins incorrectly, and startled by the battlefield’s chaos and their master’s erratic movements, the horses truly began to bolt uncontrollably.
In that brief gap.
Yet wherever the voice reached, the horses reared without exception.
Through that opening, Ju Wang broke through.
“Well done, my Euni.”
The Emperor’s court is here.
All must bow their heads.
It’s fine.
I myself shall sever those necks!
Shing—
The heads of the Suksin tribesmen fell like ripe fruit.
Judging by their ornate armor, they appeared to be at least generals.
Hundreds of charging Suksin warriors were annihilated in an instant, and the Suksin’s black cavalry swiftly began unleashing arrows.
Having secured one victory, but witnessing the speed of their tactical pivot, Ju Wang clicked his tongue.
“Ah… Their adaptability is maddening.”
The Suksin did not charge again.
The moment the horses bolted, they immediately switched to firing arrows while attempting a flanking maneuver.
This was not the strategy of enemy command, but rather the improvisation of surviving generals.
It was possible only because those gathered had honed hunting to its extreme on the steppes.
After shooting, they sent hawks.
Shoot first, then report.
When the hawk reached the other army, they would receive the next orders.
‘If we lose this time, the entire Hwa Empire will be in danger.’
If they were similar to the Mongol forces, they would grow stronger the more territory they conquered.
The supply speed born from their plundering would surely be tremendous.
Therefore, not even an inch of land could be surrendered.
Their arrows were not targeting Ju Wang’s army.
They poured down upon the other armies surrounding them.
‘They’re attacking the weaker points first.’
They abandoned any attempt to assault Ju Wang’s forces, fortified with exceptional martial prowess, armor, and supernatural abilities.
Instead, to capture a general, one must strike down their horse.
Therefore, the Suksin arrows concentrated on the soldiers surrounding Ju Wang and Eunwang.
“Krraaaagh!”
“Hold the line. Deploy the next Bichano unit!”
Even amid the chaos of battle, the Eight Trigram Formation held firm.
General Yuk Heon.
The commander of the main force.
Rather than bear responsibility as a defeated general, he had chosen to sacrifice his life on the battlefield—a man of uncommon resolve.
As if still alive and breathing.
He commanded the Eight Trigram Formation, moving like an amoeba, drawing ever thicker shields around the formation.
The armored Bichano units that survived the fire attack pressed forward, forward!
Thud-thud-thud-thud–!
I checked whether Noeji had brought the transmission talisman.
But Noeji was nowhere to be seen.
‘Thousand-Li Voice Transmission. One of the highest-tier sound transmission techniques. So they’re using it for communication!’
Of course, it wasn’t easy.
Few masters could employ it, and the inner energy consumption was enormous.
And the greatest drawback lay elsewhere—both sender and receiver suffered severe headaches.
Using Thousand-Li Voice Transmission while standing at death’s door with a splitting headache could prove fatal.
Still, given the circumstances, my Master had sent it urgently, and Yuk Heon was receiving and commanding through the pain.
Since the receiver suffered worse headaches, Yuk Heon’s agony must be considerable.
Indeed, cold sweat streamed down his forehead, yet he continued commanding the Imperial forces without pause.
The reason they could hold their own against those monster-like creatures who had mastered spirit magic was precisely this swift command system.
Then it happened.
A gong sounded, and our main force began a slow, deliberate retreat.
The left and right wings likewise pulled back, moving left and right respectively.
What had been three armies maintaining a straight line in battle now began to separate from one another.
‘The armies are spreading apart. Is this my Master’s strategy? Or… is it someone from the Imperial forces?’
I couldn’t know.
But then, Bai Tuo descended onto the now-empty Heavenly Center position.
Eun Wang-ya cried out.
“Imperial soldiers, hear me! The Military Saint Pungju-ha stands here! Fill your hearts with loyalty! Do not falter—follow my command–!”
A lion’s roar echoed, and morale blazed forth from every soldier’s body.
Uwaaaaaa–!
So this was the true way to utilize Eun Wang-ya’s power.
Manipulating a few people in the Nine-Layered Palace wasn’t her real ability at all.
‘If this were a game, would you call it a blessing buff?’
The soldiers began moving in perfect order, their morale soaring to the heavens.
Even as the Suksin Tribe savagely charged to strike the retreating main force, the formation didn’t waver an inch.
“Hold! Hold the line!”
“Ju Wang stands with us!”
“Glory to the Imperial forces!”
And when the three armies had withdrawn nearly five li—roughly two kilometers—a transformation occurred within the Imperial forces.
Whoosh!
It was a towering, enormous banner.
Upon a pole stretching some ten zhang—approximately thirty meters—a flag exceeding two zhang in area—roughly six meters—began to flutter.
The banner rose at the very center of the three legions.
Simultaneously, hundreds of shorter yet sufficiently long flags began to rise one after another.
A chill ran down my spine.
‘That’s right. This world is closer to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms than its historical records.’
The mysterious mechanics of Jegal Ryang’s Eight Trigram Formation truly exist here.
A world where each family deploys their battle formations and fights.
The place where Gae Pa Josa, rather than falling as a star at Wuzhangyuan, retired gracefully and ascended well.
A place where yin-yang and the five elements form the foundation of this world, and the eight trigrams unfold their absolute learning above them.
The enemy uses something called demon spirit techniques to break through like a tank, and arrows rain down to pierce steel, kissing the blood-soaked earth.
What followed was a sound that rang through the ears like a tuning fork.
Hummmmmmmm–
Shrieeeeeeek–
A strange sound that assaulted the ears.
Upon hearing it, my body felt slightly paralyzed.
‘This is….’
I know what this is.
One of the secret techniques of the Jegallim Family.
However, since the Jegallim Family entered the blood oath, only Jegalling and his disciple know of this now.
‘The True Eight Trigram Formation’s Bewildering Soul-Returning Method…. Master has steeled his resolve.’
Bewildering Soul-Returning.
The soul is confused and split into two.
This ear-piercing sound is what makes it possible!
With this in effect, even our own soldiers’ bodies grew heavy, and they began to lose their proper stance.
However, the true nature of this lies in its range.
All living things within dozens of li in all four directions are affected, but it is far more effective against beasts than against humans!
That’s right.
This is a trap.
A trap designed to kill the Suksin Tribe, composed entirely of cavalry!
Shrieeee!
Snort snort snort!
The horses of the Suksin Tribe all began to panic.
The Suksin soldiers tried to calm their mounts, but they too had already entered within the True Eight Trigram Formation’s Bewildering Soul-Returning Method.
‘If this continues, the side with greater numbers will now have an overwhelming advantage. Is this Master’s strategy unfolding as planned….’
If they continuously adapted and responded to the Eight Trigram Formation from their side.
Then Master would do the same.
Master’s objective was not to penetrate deep into their formation and sever the Khan’s neck. Had that been the case, he would not have deployed the Eight Trigram Formation from the start.
Rather, Master’s true objective was to raise the exchange rate and whittle down the enemy’s numbers like peeling an apple!
‘Ju Wang was a feint.’
Using Ju Wang as bait—it was an audacious move.

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