Murim Login - Chapter 399

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Chapter 399
Whoosh!
Nothing could stop the spear blade wrapped in Heavenly Force. Not the leather that deflected bullets, nor bones and flesh harder than steel.
Thud, thud, thud!
With such a wide target, bonuses came naturally. The spear blade that pierced through the Lycanthrope’s chest skewered those clinging closely behind it like meat on a stick.
– Gack, hack.
The emotion glistening in those wide-open eyes was confusion and resentment.
The creature’s gaze seemed to protest—why me among so many monsters? I hadn’t crossed the death line you set.
“No, you did.”
With a quiet voice, I pulled the spear shaft back.
Screech. The Lycanthrope’s claws scraped the ground as it tumbled inward along the spear.
“You crossed it. Just now.”
– …!
That’s enough. With speed like a beam of light, I extracted the embedded spear and swung it horizontally across the front.
Whoosh, roaaaar!
Blue flames that burned the very air swept through and consumed the monsters.
The living monsters shrieked and burned to death, while those already transformed into undead crumbled to ash.
Ding. Ding. Ding….
System notifications announcing eliminations rang out without pause.
How many fell with this single strike? Dozens? Or perhaps a hundred?
Rather than count each one, I chose to advance. My purpose from the start wasn’t about how many monsters I killed.
‘Annihilation.’
The cycle of death between humans and monsters had been our fate for decades.
Only one species would survive this place today, and I would not fall.
Step.
I planted my foot beyond the spear embedded deep in the cement floor. Simultaneously, countless monsters retreated as if by agreement.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Even as I continued forward, the distance between us didn’t close. They retreated exactly as far as I advanced.
– This insane….
Behind me, the Skeleton Warlord muttered like a groan.
A single human overwhelming thousands of monsters—what a sight.
Perhaps this wouldn’t earn a full page in human history, but surely a paragraph was fitting.
– Hey, where are you going!
“Just keep those two safe. I’m not going far anyway.”
More precisely, there was no longer any need to go far.
My guest had already arrived, so there was no reason to go out to meet them.
‘Finally.’
My intuition was correct. Through the monster horde parting like an ebbing tide, a figure atop a skeletal steed made entirely of black bone emerged from the distance.
Clop, clop.
Beneath the helmet pressed deep over a full plate mail of jet-black hue, crimson eyes gleamed distinctly.
Though far smaller in stature than massive monsters like ogres, the magical power emanating from this creature was immense and formidable.
[Lv.135 Death Knight Lord]
Level 135. A number I had never encountered from any monster until now.
Watching the Death Knight Lord approach with gradually increasing speed, I found myself wondering.
‘Can I defeat that thing?’
The battle against the Western Heavenly Demon Army in the Murim had been a desperate, life-or-death struggle.
If the Western Heavenly Demon Lord had intended to eliminate me from the start, if Cheon Ryeok-ma hadn’t transferred his power to me, if there hadn’t been that miraculous recovery from leveling up, if Jeok Cheon-gang hadn’t awakened and saved me at that critical moment—I would have died three or four times over.
Yet in the end, I survived and grew stronger.
That was when it began. A single question started circling endlessly in my mind.
‘Where do I stand now?’
The system said my martial prowess and stats had increased.
I had distributed stats and fought battles just as I always had, but aside from the existence of strong energy, I wasn’t sure.
I couldn’t grasp how much stronger I had truly become.
Because it had always felt easy and natural, for as long as I could remember.
And now.
Tap, tap-tap-tap!
Watching the Death Knight Lord shoot toward me like a gust of wind, I understood.
I could tell from my own unwavering composure in the face of the overwhelming magical power cascading from its entire form like a waterfall.
‘I am….’
Screeeech!
The wind vanished in an instant, replaced by a flash of light. The sword held in the Death Knight Lord’s grasp—now merged as one with the Skeleton Warlord—moved.
Dense darkness gathered and descended, and that sight felt impossibly slow. A single certainty crystallized in my mind.
‘I am stronger than anyone on this battlefield.’
In this slowed world, I extended White Flame.
Pale-blue flames erupted along the spear’s edge, consuming the darkness in their wake.
* * *
A deafening roar echoed as if the sky itself were splitting apart.
Crash!
The ground within a radius of several hundred meters caved in, and the Hospital that had stood firm for decades collapsed.
Compressed air burst forth like a sonic boom in successive waves, striking and hurling everything in its vicinity.
And at the center of it all, two beings existed that no one could approach.
Whoosh, whish-whish-whish-whoosh! Boom!
In mere fractions of a second, dozens or even hundreds of exchanges.
Each time the pale-blue flames and pitch-black darkness collided and intertwined, deafening roars and devastating destruction followed.
No human or monster could perceive the movements of these two beings.
They existed on another plane, clashing within their own world and time.
Whoosh!
The silver-white spear in Jin Tae-kyung’s hand slashed through empty space.
Pale-blue flames poured down, tearing through space itself. Yet the Black Knight did not retreat and swung his sword.
Boom!
The moment the surging magical force collided with the flames, the skeletal steed beneath the Black Knight shattered into countless fragments under the tremendous pressure that descended upon them.
Yet the demise of the loyal beast—an A-rank monster known as a Nightmare—was nothing compared to what was about to unfold.
Shrieeeek!
A spear thrust as swift as lightning, launched without the slightest hint of preparation.
The Black Knight twisted his body with instinctive precision. Scorching heat grazed his chest and tore through the ranks of monsters behind him.
Crash! Boom!
As the spearhead, having pierced through dozens of monsters, plunged into the ground, a deafening roar accompanied the birth of a massive crater.
Before the monsters caught in the shockwave could even scream in terror, Jin Tae-kyung’s form was already hurtling toward the Black Knight.
Whoosh.
A single step, silent and without presence.
By the time the Black Knight became aware of it, Jin Tae-kyung had already closed the distance of dozens of meters and unleashed a devastating punch aimed directly at his chest.
“Begone.”
– …!
Boom!
The Extinguishing Flame Divine Fist. Heat more intense than molten lava hammered against the armor.
The Black Knight, sent flying at tremendous velocity, flipped his body mid-air to regain his stance. Simultaneously, his hand grasped the sword’s hilt and unleashed a powerful strike.
Shrieeeek! Hisssss!
Black magical force transformed into dozens of lightning bolts, streaking toward Jin Tae-kyung. Each one carried enough power to shake heaven and earth.
Yet Jin Tae-kyung was no longer there.
Crash!
Bursting through a cloud of pale dust, Jin Tae-kyung extended both hands.
He caught the sword blade that had suddenly changed direction and was descending toward his crown, clasping it between his palms as if in prayer.
Bare Hands Catching the White Blade.
Between the two beings, blue flames enveloped his hands while the sword blade, saturated with immense magical power, trembled violently.
The defender and the attacker.
The fierce deadlock that had momentarily halted their relentless exchange was shattered by the unexpected arrival of an uninvited guest.
– You there, human!
It was the moment a Death Knight appeared alongside the cry and brought his mace down toward Jin Tae-kyung’s back.
Splat!
The Death Knight never knew when or how he had died.
His head, helmet and all, had been crushed by the edge of Jin Tae-kyung’s heel as it cut through the air like a blade.
Thud.
Yet futile as the demise was, the attack itself was not entirely meaningless.
The Black Knight’s crimson eyes flared brilliantly, and the sword in his grip erupted with magical force more potent than ever before.
The tiniest of openings.
That fleeting instant when Jin Tae-kyung had dispersed his power to eliminate the Death Knight was enough to shatter his balance.
Crack! Splurrrrt!
Blood erupted.
That vivid crimson belonged to a human—proof that the Black Knight’s blade had carved through Jin Tae-kyung’s chest.
A single certainty flashed through the Black Knight’s mind.
‘It’s over.’
And in the next instant, my fist, engulfed in flames, slammed into the Black Knight’s ribs.
* * *
Crack!
– …!
The Death Knight Lord’s massive frame shuddered.
True to an undead monster incapable of pain, there was no scream, but I could read the question burning in the light of his eyes visible between the helmet’s gaps.
‘How?’
Yes, that was precisely the look.
I responded in a flat voice.
“Did you think you were the only one with armor?”
Boom!
This time, the Flame Divine Palm.
With each successive blow, the Death Knight Lord’s armor—already fractured from the relentless assault—shattered and crumbled away.
“That hurt, you bastard.”
Snap!
I twisted and snapped the arm of the gauntlet-clad creature.
I wasn’t certain how meaningful such attacks were against an undead monster, but it was enough to make him drop his sword.
Clang.
With the metallic sound, what awaited the disarmed Death Knight Lord was a relentless barrage.
Boom! Crack! Thud!
I stomped on his foot and unleashed punch after punch without pause.
Shoulders, arms, ribs, chest.
The Death Knight Lord, having endured dozens of strikes in mere moments, attempted a counterattack, but it mattered not.
Thud!
– …?
“Don’t be surprised. My armor is quite serviceable too.”
After all, I possess the Flame Dragon Armor.
‘Using it here, of all places.’
The Flame Dragon Armor was a divine weapon obtained after defeating the Western Heavenly Demon Lord.
It had been so severely damaged during the battle in the Martial World that it was still undergoing self-repair, but even at fifty percent restoration, it proved its worth.
‘Though I nearly died because it couldn’t fully block the strike.’
When the blade cut through, my vision had reeled.
But I had already endured this level of pain far too many times.
Besides, it paled in comparison to the suffering those who had died before me had experienced.
“This is for those people you killed today.”
I struck his face with all my strength.
The helmet, which had remained unyielding under the Eight Immortals’ Extinguishing Flame Fist in any circumstance, shattered, and his face was finally revealed.
Now the scales of victory had tipped. One more strike. A final blow would claim his life.
“And this is….”
In that instant, my raised fist froze mid-air.
I blinked my eyelids, which were matted together with dried blood. For just a moment, time seemed to stop as my gaze fell upon someone’s face.
A face both unfamiliar and familiar. With pallid, lifeless skin and crimson eyes, he bore an uncanny resemblance to a certain hero I had seen in holographic recordings.
“…Lei Fei?”

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