Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 350

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Chapter 350
While the Pacheonggun gazed upon hell itself.
The soldiers arrived at the battlefield just in time, completing the encirclement.
It was far too late when Jimeol Magoon finally realized his hand was weaker than his opponent’s.
“…The Left Army’s numbers are fewer than expected?”
Excessive shock sometimes paradoxically brings clarity.
Jimeol Magoon asked the scout with a composed expression.
“Yes, their forces were less than half. Moreover, the Cheonma Sect Leader and several other key masters were nowhere to be seen.”
“….”
“My lord. The enemy was prepared for our stratagem.”
“What of the frontline situation? How does the battle unfold? The encirclement could not have formed so quickly. There is no way the enemy could move before my forces….”
“It appears the Cheonma Sect conducted guerrilla warfare to buy time. The enemy’s encirclement is solid.”
“Even surrounded, their combat strength is inferior to ours. They cannot possibly….”
“The enemy’s masters are pouring their full strength, pushing us back relentlessly. By now, the soldiers must be holding the rear, turning this into a complete annihilation battle….”
The scout’s words entered one ear and exited the other.
As his mind grew distant, he felt countless gazes upon him. The Four Heavenly Kings and two hundred elite masters carefully selected from the Pacheonggun stared at him, their silence pressing down like a weight.
Shrieeek!
A sudden ringing pierced his ears.
His vision flooded with crimson. Had the blood vessels in his eyes burst?
‘Have I been deceived?’
Jimeol Magoon stared at the scout’s mouth, which continued moving. He could barely hear the words.
‘Again? Have I been deceived by him, by Dokgo Myeong, once more?’
Where had everything gone wrong? How?
He had wagered everything on this single battle.
He had abandoned supplies, surrendered key positions, forsaken the frontline and command itself. He had thrown the entire Pacheonggun into the fray, thinking only of crushing Dokgo Myeong’s Left Army and beating him to death.
‘Was it that conversation on the frontline? Was it all an act? A deception meant to fool me?’
When had that man begun toying with him from above?
Then, the scout’s face screaming before him twisted grotesquely, transforming into the visage of someone he longed for.
-Did I not tell you? Dokgo Myeong’s true nature is nothing but that of a charlatan!
Was he seeing a hallucination?
The Bloodfiend, wearing the same face as before his death, spoke with passionate conviction.
-He is a born liar, a con artist, and a schemer. Words that sound true are false, and words that sound false surely contain a thread of truth.
“What hand do I have left now, even if you speak such things?”
Jimeol Magoon muttered vacantly.
-Heh, my friend Jimeol. Do you still not understand? To face him, there is ultimately only one way—the direct approach.
The direct approach. What, in the end, was this direct approach?
-Advance your inner energy toward Musaeng Nomo. Prove your faith through blood and return to the side of Musaeng Nomo. This is to practice the teachings of Jeongheol.
“…My lord. Your Majesty!”
Jimeol Magoon blinked several times as he felt hands gripping his shoulders, his mind returning to clarity.
“Dongcheon Wang?”
“Are you certain of this?”
Jimeol Magoon nodded.
When I turned my gaze away, the Black Bloodfiend had vanished without a trace. Only the figure of the Patcheon Army soldier who had finished his report remained visible.
“From now on, from this moment….”
My voice had grown so heavy it cracked.
Dongcheon Wang furrowed his brow slightly.
“Speak a bit louder, if you would.”
“From now on… we shall pursue the soldiers at full speed and strike at their rear.”
“The enemy’s rear?”
“It is not yet finished.”
Jimeol Magoon rose from his seat.
The Northern Sky King scoffed.
“It is surely over, yet you alone believe it unfinished. Would you have us embrace a fuel tank and leap into the flames?”
“Do you refuse to follow orders?”
Clang! Screech!
As Jimeol Magoon brought down his stone staff, the Northern Sky King’s eyes gleamed strangely.
Soon after, he shook his head vigorously.
“Not at all. If there is a fight to be had there, I shall go and smash it to pieces.”
“Then there is no reason to waste further time. Let all prepare themselves.”
At those words, the two hundred elite soldiers of the Pacheonggun quietly ignited their fighting spirit.
Jimeol Magoon turned his body.
“Let us go to crown the finale. We shall crush their soldiers and join forces with the Pacheonggun….”
“Join forces with?”
….
Jimeol Magoon fell silent with his lips sealed, then spoke with grave weight.
“…Even if we die without joining, we shall kill as many of the enemy’s masters as possible. As planned, Dokgo Myeong and Dokgo Gun, the Left Army Captain, shall be our primary targets.”
“What if they do not appear?”
“We shall draw them out. They will have no choice but to come.”
As the Four Heavenly Kings’ gazes fixed upon me, I spoke my final words.
“Go.”
I lowered my body and, in the next instant, kicked off the ground without a sound.
Boom boom boom boom!
It was lightness kung fu of tremendous speed. The surrounding landscape shifted even in the blink of an eye.
Whoooooosh!
In that moment, two sinister streams of true energy erupted from the Baihui point at the crown of my head and the Yongquan point at the soles of my feet.
Jimeol Divine Technique and Bloodfiend Divine Technique.
The two energies, which had been colliding, soon began to intertwine in all directions.
I glanced to the side.
Once again, the form of the Bloodfiend appeared.
-Have you finally made your resolve?
A close friend and brother asks. Jimeol Magoon answered.
“I shall forget you now.”
-I’ve been hoping for that all along.
“What I need now is not you, but this power of yours itself.”
-One misstep and you’ll die.
Jimeol Magoon did not answer.
Watching him, the Black Bloodfiend laughed.
-Yes. Only then would one be a true Jeongheol Disciple, wouldn’t they?
In an instant.
Roooaaarrr!
Jimeol’s energy devoured the Black Bloodfiend’s energy.
Soon all the released power seeped into Jimeol Magoon’s body.
“Krhhhh….”
From between his tightly clenched teeth came a sound—whether laughter or a groan, none could tell.
A door was opening.
The world felt clearer.
The Martial Extreme.
I perceived the essence of all things in creation, and stepped into the final realm granted to mankind.
Crack! Crackle!
Cyan veins bulged across Jimeol Magoon’s entire body.
Soon he muttered with a face twisted in agony.
“I will surely kill you. Dokgo Myeong.”
* * *
“Roooaaarrr!”
A golden mystical beast unleashed a terrifying roar as it descended upon the Patcheon Army soldiers.
Crash!
A martial artist struck by the massive swipe of its front paw flew backward, crashing through his own ranks.
The mystical beast’s fangs and claws that leaped above slaughtered the enemies.
“Hoa! Come this way!”
“Grrrowl!”
Dokgo Myeong called out to Hoa, who had ventured too deep, shouting urgently.
“Third Group! Push just a bit harder! Cheonma Sect! Tighten your core and drive forward!”
“…Yes!”
Dokgo Myeong’s expression hardened.
‘We’re already at our limit too.’
Slay one and the eyes grow rigid; slay five and the hands grow rigid; slay ten and the heart grows rigid.
No matter how much they were martial artists and their enemies were deranged villains, the burden of killing never disappeared. The endless bloodshed and continuous combat were dulling everyone’s body and spirit.
‘It’s only this bearable because Sister Yeon is holding back the enemy’s masters.’
Dokgo Myeong saw Dokgo Yeon isolated in the center of the battlefield, facing the combined assault of enemies.
Yet she too seemed to be reaching her limit. Her entire body was drenched in blood.
‘Damn it, at this rate….’
The most troubling issue was the Pacheonggun’s numbers that weren’t decreasing as expected, and the time stretching out proportionally with them.
And ultimately, that time unfortunately turned the tide in favor of the enemy.
“Yelp! Yelp!”
Suddenly Hoa’s fur bristled as she began barking frantically toward something in the distance.
Dokgo Myeong, Namgung Sohwa, the Left Army, and the Pacheonggun all turned their gazes toward that distant direction in an instant.
Whoooosh!
A battlefield tangled with countless figures.
From somewhere beyond it, a sinister and malevolent aura surged forth, engulfing the battlefield.
‘They’ve arrived. Those bastards.’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes flashed with intensity.
Boom!
In an instant, a violent explosion accompanied by a tremendous military aura crashed down upon them.
“Do. Kgo. Myeong!”
Had they even mastered sound projection techniques?
The voice echoed and resonated sharply across this vast distance, piercing into Dokgo Myeong’s ears.
And that wasn’t the end of it.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Your Majesty!”
“For the Great Moyong Family!”
“The Heavenly King has finally arrived at this place!”
As the Heavenly King’s aura crashed down, the Pacheonggun’s momentum, which had seemed broken, suddenly surged back to life.
“Tch! What, what is this!”
“These bastards!”
Clang clang clang!
Not only their morale but their vital energy was also recovering. I could feel the Pacheonggun’s military force raging wildly.
“Captain!”
Geum Seok-du, Ye-hwa, and Namgung Sohwa rushed toward me in a single breath.
“Could it be we’re too late?”
“It appears so.”
This aura was truly extraordinary. Even from quite a distance, my flesh trembled.
‘This is bad. If the soldiers are breached….’
It’s unthinkable.
Unthinkable, but if it comes to that….
‘I must go myself.’
But would that even work?
The variable isn’t only on that side. Dokgo Yeon was also a variable.
‘If those men she’s holding back break free and regroup her forces to target the soldiers, everything falls apart.’
I stood at a crossroads of choice.
Should I aid the soldiers?
Or should I turn away from that place and finish things here?
That was when it happened.
“Go.”
“Sohwa?”
“Leave this to us.”
Namgung Sohwa fixed Dokgo Myeong with burning eyes.
Geum Seok-du also spoke up.
“We’ll give it our best. The Cheonma Sect is certainly formidable with you leading them, but we’re not scarecrows without you either.”
Ye-hwa spoke with spirited confidence as well.
“That spirit of theirs… no, believe in the Jimeol Magoon too. Regardless of his character, he’s not someone who yields easily.”
Ye-hwa, who had once received instruction from Dokgo Yeon, offered such assurance.
“We’ll finish here quickly and come to help. Please go now.”
A sense of reassurance bloomed fully in my heart.
Yes, with warriors like these, what was there to worry about?
Dokgo Myeong made his decision.
“Understood. I’m leaving this in your hands. Seok-du, you take command of the Third Group. Sohwa, you take charge of the Cheonma Sect in my stead.”
“Yes!”
“Understood!”
Dokgo Myeong looked at Ye-hwa.
“You’ll lead the Fourth and Fifth Groups in Seok-du’s place. In a place like this, the specialized nature of units like the Fourth and Fifth Groups proves invaluable. You understand?”
“Of course.”
“Good, I trust you! Hoa!”
The moment Dokgo Myeong called, Hoa bounded over and lowered its body.
“Grrrowl!”
I borrowed Hoa’s back to spare even a handful of inner strength for lightness technique. The creature responded with joyful sounds, clearly delighted.
Whoosh!
Hoa lowered its body further, then surged forward in an instant.
“Good fortune!”
Namgung Sohwa’s shout echoed from behind.
That cry was soon swallowed by the noise of battle.
* * *
“Enemy forces! They’re charging!”
“Third and Fourth Units, reverse formation! Hold the line!”
The Left Army Warriors turned their bodies in perfect unison at the aura they felt from behind, their vigilance sharpening.
From their seamless response, one could glimpse their training discipline.
Then, a black dot appeared at the far end of the visible path.
“Enemy in sight! The vanguard is…!”
The one shouting fell silent, mouth agape.
The black dot that had been distant suddenly materialized before his eyes.
“Where is Dokgo Myeong?”
“…!!”
“Is it not here?”
The muttering carried an unmistakable madness.
When had I arrived at this place? No, that didn’t matter.
‘I’m going to die.’
It felt as though someone was squeezing my heart. I could barely breathe.
“Attack, attack!”
Then, one brave martial artist shouted.
He shouldn’t have done that.
Kwaaaaaaang!
An ashen storm swept across the area.
The moment the stone palm cleaved through the air, more than twenty martial artists became pulp and were flung in all directions.
“This, this is…”
“What in the world…”
The rear ranks erupted into chaos in an instant.
Everyone was horrified by the scene of utter devastation unfolding before their eyes.
‘They’re all dead.’
‘I moved immediately? Not even a moment passed?’
Not a single person stood near the enemy. Only mangled corpses rolling across the ground remained.
Everyone broke into cold sweat and slowly turned their gaze forward.
Kuguguugu!
There, wrapped in an ashen storm, something had appeared.
All manner of debris was sucked into that ashen vortex, torn to shreds without leaving a trace of form.
Krgrgkk!
A strange suction force pulled everything around it inward.
What in the world was that thing?
Could a human truly be shrouded in such an ominous power?
“A, a demon…”
A man muttered in a trembling voice.
True to his words, Ji-myeol bore the appearance of a malevolent spirit from temple murals.
And Ji-myeol reacted to those words.
“A demon?”
Ji-myeol stretched out his hand toward the man who had spoken.
“Wh, what what?!”
Whoosh!
Both feet lifted off the ground before he could steady himself, and he was pulled through the air.
“Gack!”
Snap!
Ji-myeol seized the man’s throat. The hand was withered like a twig, yet he could not break free.
Ji-myeol glared at him with eyes that gleamed with blood-red light.
“A demon, you call me? How dare you call me a demon.”
“L-let go of this!”
“The real demons are you lot. You vile infidels.”
Jimeol Magoon tightened his grip without mercy.
Crack! Thud thud thud!
With a sickening sound, the limbs of the headless man went limp.
“…!”
Several martial artists trembled at the shocking sight.
And he had not come alone.
“So… it has come to this.”
“All those soldiers….”
Behind him, figures radiating an ominous aura gathered in succession.
The Four Heavenly Kings. And beneath them, two hundred of their finest elite warriors streamed in.
“Then, what shall we do?”
The Northern Sky King asked, and Jimeol Magoon answered curtly.
“Kill them all.”
Whoooosh whoooosh whoooosh!
The Four Heavenly Kings unleashed an even more intense aura as they stepped forward.
In that moment.
“Not so fast.”
A heavy voice, resonant as if echoing from a cavern, boomed through the air.
At the same instant, something massive hurtled toward the Four Heavenly Kings at tremendous speed.
Boom crash!
The Northern Sky King who blocked the attack’s eyes gleamed.
“An iron axe?”
Thud! Whoosh!
A burly man retrieved the enormous heavy weapon—far too large to be called merely an axe—with a single hand.
His blue eyes flashed with sharp intensity.
It was Cheolmu-baek, the squad leader of the Cheonma Sect.

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