Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 111

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Chapter 111

“Cheongang Sword ….”

The azure sky that symbolizes Namgung and the Heaven of Cheonma.

And a name created by combining the Steel of Namgung Mugang.

The sight of his beloved weapon, which had been with him for so long, broken and reduced to nothing more than a tool.

This was clearly.

‘…an insult.’

It was an unforgivable insult to himself and to Namgung Mugang.

Namgung Cheon reached out with trembling hands and picked up the sword fragment.

The cold metallic sensation piercing his fingertips.

But beyond that coldness, what he felt was a different, alien energy.

‘…To think it still remains.’

It was the remnant of Cheonma Sinkong that had burned while cutting down traitors until the moment of death in his previous life.

Though weak like a dying ember, this was the purest essence of demonic energy above all else.

‘They must have planned to use the energy remaining in this sword to force open the door.’

But it was nonsense.

This noble energy would not respond to the touch of one without qualification.

Only the master could rekindle this ember.

Namgung Cheon’s eyes sank coldly.

‘I’ll open it for you. That door you so desperately wanted.’

Wooong—.

Namgung Cheon awakened Myeolhon that had been sleeping deep in his dantian.

Transparent destructive energy flowed through his blood vessels and wrapped around the sword fragment in his hand.

As his boiling fighting spirit was added, the energy reacted fiercely.

Whoosh!

The moment the three energies met, crimson heat haze erupted like an explosion over the broken blade.

A situation where Myeolhon and fighting spirit became fuel, using the traces of Cheonma Sinkong as kindling.

This was the demonic energy closest to Cheonma Sinkong that the current Namgung Cheon could create.

Namgung Cheon brought the burning sword fragment to the stone door.

Kwaaaaah—!

The energy contained in the sword fragment flowed unhindered into the formation inside the stone door.

Kuguung!

With a tremendous vibration, the stone door began to split left and right.

Grrrr—.

As the stone door opened, brilliant light poured out from within.

Unlike Seollyeong Bigo where Myeolhon had run wild and turned everything to ash, Eumwolbigo was intact.

Namgung Cheon carefully collected the sword fragment used to open the door and put it in his chest.

Though even the little energy that remained had been lost, this sword was still a precious token to him.

Then his gaze turned toward the interior of Eumwolbigo.

Eumwol .

Contrary to that cold name, what filled the vault were mountains of gold ingots and various treasures.

Vast wealth that was difficult to estimate.

Of course, there was no way Sangdocheon had coveted Eumwolbigo for this.

Step. Step.

Namgung Cheon passed by the pile of gold ingots indifferently and headed toward the black stone platform placed at the very back of the cave.

There sat a pitch-black box all alone.

From the box flowed such cold and sharp energy that one would hesitate even to touch it.

‘…To think the day would come when I’d see this again.’

Click.

When Namgung Cheon carefully opened the box, inside was a mask as thin and transparent as human skin.

‘Cheonhwanmyeon .’

A secret treasure of the Demonic Sect that could perfectly change one’s energy and appearance the moment it was worn.

And this was precisely.

‘Chimhon.’

A fragment of Cheonma-hon, the true form of Chimhon.

Unlike other vaults, Chimhon was contained within this Cheonhwanmyeon.

Namgung Cheon reached out and grasped the Cheonhwanmyeon.

A cold and smooth sensation.

And at that moment.

“…!”

The mask stuck to his palm like a living creature and instantly covered Namgung Cheon’s face.

Shiiik—!

Sharp energy swept around his face, leaving shallow wounds.

And simultaneously.

Hwaaaak—!

The cave disappeared from view and the interior of a splendid pavilion appeared.

A scene filled with red blood and corpses, all too familiar.

‘Cheonmajeon.’

“Cheonma, why did you….”

“Wasn’t this the Demonic Dao you showed us.”

Voices mixed with resentment could be heard from all directions.

The distorted faces of the Young Sect Leader and Daehobpyeong approaching from behind to stab him.

And himself sitting alone on the empty jade throne.

—In the end, you’re alone again.

Terrible loneliness and emptiness surged like waves, strangling his heart.

Chimhon was trying to break him down by dragging out his most painful memories, his most vulnerable emotions.

—Do you intend to end it like this?

Sweet whispers pierced his ears.

—Become Cheonma again. Trample everything, place everything beneath your feet.

A terrible temptation of destruction.

But instead of wavering, Namgung Cheon let out a hollow laugh.

“How ridiculous.”

A sneer bloomed on the face of Namgung Cheon standing in the center of Cheonmajeon.

“To think you’d try to shake me with mere specters I already killed with my own hands.”

Woong—.

With a resonant sound, the energy of Taeheohosimgong in his chest gradually expanded its domain.

An infinite void that could contain everything in the world.

That vast vessel of the heart swallowed Chimhon’s evil will in one gulp.

Namgung Cheon’s eyes gleamed coldly.

“You are not the master, I am the master.”

Kwaaaaah—!

His domineering presence from his previous life when he reigned as Cheonma crushed the Cheonhwanmyeon.

—Kraaaak!

The hallucination that had been ringing in his head screamed and faded away.

The mask’s resistance as it dug into his face stopped, and purple energy was sucked back into the mask.

“Whew.”

Namgung Cheon caught his breath and removed the Cheonhwanmyeon from his face.

Then he put the Thousand Transformation Mask in his bosom and looked around.

Gold ingots piled up like mountains.

‘There’s too much to take everything, and it would be cumbersome.’

But leaving it all behind bothered him, thinking of the rats who might chase after him later.

Namgung Cheon brought a bundle from the Sangdocheon group’s barracks outside the cave and only took the most valuable gems.

Then he slowly walked back out of Bigo.

After exiting Seokmun, Namgung Cheon looked back.

The entrance to Bigo still remained open.

‘It would be better to close it for now.’

Grrrr―.

After closing Seokmun, Namgung Cheon emerged from the cave.

Namgung Cheon’s figure, about to launch himself to escape Cheongang, suddenly stopped.

‘…There’s something there.’

A very faint presence felt from above Cheongang.

In that case.

Sring―.

He had no choice but to cut them all down.

* * *

Deep in the night, at the military office of the Sable Alliance headquarters.

Tense atmosphere filled the room completely.

Black Wind Division Leader Akmugyeol looked at the person sitting in the seat of honor with a stern expression.

Narrow, long eyes with pale white skin and bloodless lips.

Dark Brush Lord Samu Ryun.

He was called a once-in-a-millennium genius from the Sama Clan, a prestigious family of the Heterodox Faction that had produced strategists for generations, and had risen to the position of military strategist of the Sable Alliance at the age of twenty.

Akmugyeol opened his mouth toward Samu Ryun with a slightly trembling voice.

“…What did you just say.”

However, Samu Ryun silently and slowly lifted his teacup and drank tea.

After savoring the tea with his eyes closed for a long while, Samu Ryun finally opened his eyes and spoke.

“I said an anonymous letter came in.”

Samu Ryun’s gaze sharpened.

“An anonymous letter claiming that the Black Wind Division Leader is colluding with the third son of the Namgung Clan, Namgung Cheon, and leaking the alliance’s secrets.”

“…!”

Akmugyeol’s pupils shook.

Colluding, he said.

The deal with Namgung Cheon was entirely for the alliance’s benefit.

Moreover, wasn’t this something the military strategist had fully approved?

“It’s a false accusation.”

Akmugyeol gritted his teeth.

“I only moved for the alliance’s sake and never took any personal gain. Who on earth would send such ridiculous anonymous letter….”

“Are you curious who it is?”

Samu Ryun smiled and then immediately hardened his expression as he continued.

“If you knew who sent the anonymous letter, would you cut off that person’s head? For Namgung Cheon’s sake?”

“…!”

Akmugyeol lowered his head.

His clenched fists trembled violently.

He wanted to refute.

That he had devoted his entire life to the alliance.

That he had been more loyal to the alliance than anyone else.

Samu Ryun rose from his seat and slowly approached Akmugyeol.

Step by step.

The closer he came, the more suffocating pressure could be felt.

Samu Ryun stopped right in front of Akmugyeol’s nose.

And said quietly.

“They say not to adjust your shoes in a cucumber field, and not to fix your hat under a persimmon tree.”

A strange smile played around Samu Ryun’s lips.

“It means your actions were suspicious enough to cause misunderstanding. Of course, I don’t doubt your loyalty to the alliance. However, the fact that an anonymous letter came means there are those who suspect your actions.”

“….”

“So prove it.”

Power entered Samu Ryun’s voice.

“That your loyalty is not false, that your blade does not point toward the alliance.”

Akmugyeol raised his head to look at Samu Ryun.

Prove it, he said.

With what exactly.

Samu Ryun stared directly into Akmugyeol’s eyes and coldly commanded.

“Kill Namgung Cheon.”

“…!”

Akmugyeol’s eyes widened greatly.

Kill Namgung Cheon, he said.

He had never harmed the alliance.

Rather, he had even eliminated the Gwimyeon Association of Honam that had been damaging the Sable Alliance’s reputation.

“What do you mean….”

“I’ve already sent Saeongdae.”

Samu Ryun cut him off.

Saeongdae.

The alliance’s assassin group that handled the most secretive and vile missions.

The fact that they had already moved meant….

‘He has no choice but to die.’

However, in this situation where he was under suspicion, all he could say was.

“If it’s Saeongdae… that should be sufficient.”

This was all.

As if mocking this, a smile played around Samu Ryun’s lips once again.

“That’s why I’m telling you to go.”

“…?”

“He’s as good as dead already. If you go and just confirm it, your loyalty will be proven. I’m just telling you to add your spoon to the meal. How generous is this treatment?”

Akmugyeol bit his lips.

Samu Ryun’s intentions were obvious.

He was trying to test him.

Whether he could stand by and watch Namgung Cheon’s death.

But Namgung Cheon must never die.

“If… Namgung Cheon dies.”

Akmugyeol spoke with difficulty.

“We won’t be able to avoid Geomhwang’s wrath. An all-out war with the League might break out. There’s no need to….”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Samu Ryun said decisively.

“Geomhwang? The League? Are you planning to ruin the alliance’s great cause out of fear of such trivial things?”

“But….”

“Are you daring to refuse the alliance’s command?”

Samu Ryun’s eyes gleamed coldly.

But Akmugyeol did not back down.

This time, he could not retreat.

This was not a path for the alliance.

It was merely the Military Strategist’s personal arbitrary decision, nothing but stubbornness that would drive the alliance into crisis.

Akmugyeol raised his head.

His gaze turned toward Samu Ryun without wavering.

“This is not an order from the alliance…”

He clenched his fists tightly.

“Isn’t this an order you are giving personally, Military Strategist?”

It was the first time.

The first time he had rebelled in the Military Strategist’s presence.

“…”

Samu Ryun looked at Akmugyeol silently for a moment, then let out a hollow laugh.

“Hah…”

He shook his head and returned to his seat.

Then he opened the desk drawer.

“No.”

He took something out and placed it on the table.

A heavy sound echoed through the room.

“This is not my will.”

Akmugyeol’s gaze turned toward the table.

And the moment he confirmed what that object was.

“…!”

Akmugyeol’s eyes widened as if they would tear apart.

A seal made of black jade, carved with the form of a roaring wolf.

“Heukrangrin…”

It was the symbol of absolute power that only the leader of the Sable Alliance could possess.

Thud.

Akmugyeol fell to his knees and bowed his head.

“The Black Wolf covers the Sky, Ten Thousand Evils bow their heads!”

As the black wolf covers the heavens, the Heterodox Faction of Tianxia bows their heads.

The warning phrase of the Sable Alliance flowed naturally from Akmugyeol’s lips.

Then various emotions and an indescribable thrill enveloped his entire body.

Could it be.

Akmugyeol slowly raised his head.

His pupils remained fixed on the Heukrangrin, unable to look away.

“Polegate…”

Dry saliva went down his throat.

“Have you finished your Polegate?”

Samu Ryun caressed the Heukrangrin while raising the corners of his mouth.

His pupils gleamed red in the candlelight.

“That’s right.”

Samu Ryun’s voice resonated magnificently.

The master of Mansa.

“Our lord has returned.”

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