The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 32
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Legend of the Evil Martial God
Chapter 32
Screeeech-.
A giant hawk was circling the Ghost Kill Unit Main Base, crying mournfully.
“That… isn’t that Janhwagui’s hawk?”
“That’s right.”
“For it to cry so mournfully means…”
“Janhwagui has been defeated.”
“That’s impossible. If Janhwagui was defeated, it would mean a Ghost Lord-level request came in. If that were the case, it wouldn’t be this quiet.”
“Janhwagui’s hawk crying like that means he failed his mission. That means he went on a mission and died.”
The Ghost Kill Unit members fell into confusion.
This news soon reached the ears of the Five Ghost Leaders.
“What are you talking about! Janhwagui was defeated?”
“When did he go out on a request?”
“Did he fall into a trap?”
“Obviously. He went out alone to have some fun and fell into a trap.”
“Who on earth could it be?”
The Five Ghost Leaders received a report from the request reception officer.
“You’re saying a request came in from the Guyang Family?”
“Y-yes. We sent a Black Ghost-level team but they were wiped out, and he said he would go personally to cover up the failure.”
“Where was this place?”
“T-the Mok Family Blacksmith Shop.”
“Mok Family Blacksmith Shop?”
They checked the request form again.
“To kill Janhwagui, they’re not just a supreme master. They must be someone with skills a level above ours.”
“We don’t know if it’s just one level above or far above.”
“Does the Ghost Lord know about this?”
“With all this commotion, there’s no way he doesn’t…”
The Five Ghost Leaders closed their mouths upon spotting someone.
The hall froze at his appearance.
“G-Ghost Lord! You’ve come out!”
A man wearing a black mask.
“I heard Janhwagui failed his mission.”
“Y-yes, that’s correct.”
When the black mask extended his hand, they quickly brought the request form to him.
After reading the request form, he went outside and looked up at the void.
There, Janhwagui’s hawk was still crying pitifully while circling around.
When the Ghost Lord extended his hand, the hawk flying in the void dove down sharply and landed on his forearm.
The Ghost Lord’s eyes turned red as he made eye contact with the hawk.
After a brief moment passed.
“He was defeated by the Blood Mist Death God.”
Everyone was shocked by the Ghost Lord’s words.
“Why on earth was the Blood Mist Death God there?”
“Did he coincidentally have business at that blacksmith shop?”
“Does he have some connection to the Jin Mu Sect?”
Everyone was busy trying to deduce something.
When the Ghost Lord raised his hand, the noisy hall instantly became quiet.
“Jin Mu Sect?”
“Yes! It’s a small to medium sect in Jin Family County, Honam Province. The Gate Master is Jeok Rihyeon, and he’s also the youngest son of Cheonmu Castle Lord Jeok Mugun.”
“Cheonmu Castle Lord?”
“Y-yes, that’s correct.”
“Why is the Cheonmu Castle Lord’s son serving as Gate Master there?”
They explained everything they knew in response to the Ghost Lord’s question.
“I see.”
The Ghost Lord fell into thought for a moment.
Then he smiled coldly and said.
“I was bored, so this works out well. I’ll capture and kill all of them, and destroy that place called Jin Mu Sect as well.”
“What? B-but then Cheonmu Castle won’t stay still…”
Splat-.
The head of the one who spoke exploded on the spot, and soon his blood-soaked body collapsed to the floor.
“Cheonmu Castle what? Are you telling me to fear Cheonmu Castle right now?”
“N-no!”
“Never again speak words of fear about something like Cheonmu Castle in front of me.”
“Y-yes!”
“Guide me to where the Mok Family Blacksmith Shop is.”
“We’ll come with you as well.”
At the Five Ghost Leaders’ words, the Ghost Lord smiled coldly and said.
“If you all follow me, who will manage this place?”
Ghost Lord looked around at the Five Ghost Leaders and pointed to one person.
“Sakhongui. You follow me.”
“Yes!”
“Is that the place?”
“That’s right. Should I go and drag those guys out?”
Snicker-.
“No need. It looks like they’re coming out.”
As soon as Ghost Lord finished speaking, one person revealed himself.
“Come all at once. This is annoying as hell. How many days has this been going on.”
Chu Sohwan came out with an annoyed expression.
Soon he turned his head toward where Ghost Lord and Sakhongui were.
“Now you’re not even hiding?”
Chu Sohwan grinned as he looked at the two people standing boldly.
Ghost Lord stepped forward.
“Don’t interfere.”
“Yes!”
As Ghost Lord stepped forward, Chu Sohwan said with a smile.
“Why don’t you both just attack together? Don’t waste time.”
Ghost Lord grinned and said.
“I came here expecting one of the Central Plains’ three great assassins, but this is disappointing.”
“What?”
“To think you can’t even properly assess your opponent’s strength… You’re just a novice.”
“Provocation Strategy… is that what this is? You think I’ll fall for something like that?”
“Think whatever you want.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Sohwan drew his dagger and thrust it into the air.
Clang-.
Tremble-.
If he had been even a little slower, it would have been a disaster.
The opponent had instantly closed the distance and attacked him.
The opponent had no weapon.
No, he did have one, but it was his fingernails.
His fingernails seemed to grow freely, and their hardness was stronger than most famous swords.
Chu Sohwan backed away with a tense expression.
An admiring voice.
“That dagger, is it divine sword grade? To think it didn’t break even after being hit by my fingernails.”
Such a relaxed voice.
The opponent was on his level.
No, probably above it.
He had failed to properly assess the opponent’s strength.
The opponent had only shown enough energy to make him careless.
He gripped his dagger tightly and instantly concealed his body.
Whoosh-.
The dagger flying swiftly.
Ghost Lord slightly turned his head to dodge, but Chu Sohwan’s dagger was already thrusting rapidly right in front of his nose.
Thud-.
“Ugh!”
The dagger stopped right in front of his nose.
Chu Sohwan’s dagger was caught between Ghost Lord’s index and middle fingers, unable to move.
“Your reputation isn’t false after all.”
Strong.
Much stronger than he had expected.
Drip-.
Blood flowed down from Ghost Lord’s fingers.
Ghost Lord looked at it with a surprised expression.
“Oh. A divine sword with blade energy sharp enough to cut my fingers. How coveted. I’ll be taking this sword.”
“Are you the master of the Ghost Kill Group?”
“That’s right. Now you understand why you must die?”
“Now that I’ve finally met the master I should serve…”
At Chu Sohwan’s words, Ghost Lord’s sharp fingernails stopped right in front of his throat.
“Master?”
Did the Blood Mist Death God have a master?
Curiosity was piqued.
If nothing else, he wanted to see the Blood Mist Death God’s master.
“Is your master stronger than you?”
The Blood Mist Death God chuckled and said.
“He’s strong. Stronger than anyone else in the world.”
“More than the Cheonmu Castle Lord?”
“Perhaps?”
“That’s nonsense.”
Ghost Lord looked at the Mok Family Blacksmith Shop and asked.
“Is your master inside there?”
“That’s right.”
“Call him. If you don’t want to die.”
“Would that be alright?”
Ghost Lord nodded his head.
Then Chu Sohwan shouted loudly as if he had been waiting for this.
“Lord! Please save me!”
Ghost Lord made an expression of disbelief at Chu Sohwan’s cry.
“Do you have no pride?”
“Where is pride in the face of death? I need to survive first.”
“Don’t you think your actions just now put your master in danger?”
“Danger?”
“You just pushed your master into the abyss of death.”
“Me? No way. I found a way to live. You’re the one who made a mistake. Our Lord is truly a terrifying person.”
An expression of disbelief.
Stronger than the Cheonmu Castle Lord?
That’s impossible.
The Cheonmu Castle Lord is the number one person in the Central Plains.
There’s no existence stronger than him.
Suddenly, one person flashed through Ghost Lord’s mind.
‘Damn it. Why is that monster coming to mind now?’
He shook his head vigorously.
There’s no way that monster would be here.
It’s a monster that pathologically hates coming out into the world.
‘How unlucky…’
To make him think of an existence he never wanted to recall again.
Ghost Lord made a resolution.
He would kill the Blood Mist Death God and his master in the most cruel and miserable way in the world.
Then someone came out of the blacksmith shop.
“Lord!”
Seeing the Blood Mist Death God cry out joyfully, that must be the master.
Snicker-.
Laughter came out.
Isn’t he just a youngster?
The youngster’s face became gradually visible in the light seeping out from the blacksmith shop.
It’s a face I’ve seen somewhere before.
It was familiar.
It’s an annoying face somehow.
His appearance is… how should I put it… something I don’t want to remember?
The youngster looks this way.
“Have we met somewhere before?”
We’ve never met.
“Why doesn’t this feel unfamiliar?”
The youngster kept tilting his head in confusion.
Sniff- sniff sniff-.
He’s smelling.
Huh?
That behavior is…
“Gasp!”
It came to mind.
Not the old appearance with the bushy beard and disheveled hair, wearing worn hemp clothes. With neat hair and wearing expensive silk clothes, he was confused.
‘D-damn it! Why is that monster h-here?’
It’s Dae-hyeong.
Damn!
Did I come out for nothing?
I should have just sent the kids.
Stay calm.
He doesn’t seem to have noticed that it’s me yet.
Smell all you want.
That old smell won’t be there anymore.
Act nonchalant.
Act nonchalant.
“Are you sick somewhere? Why are you sweating so much?”
When Jeok Wigang tilted his head and approached, Ghost Lord flinched and stepped backward.
At this, Jeok Wigang narrowed his eyes and looked at Ghost Lord.
“You… you know me, don’t you?”
Flinch-.
Anyone could see he was caught.
“N-no. We’re meeting for the first time today, aren’t we?”
“First time?”
“Y-yes.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Look me straight in the eyes and say it.”
“I said it’s really the first time! Have you been living in deception!”
Blood Mist Death God looked at Ghost Lord as if he found it absurd.
Despite claiming it was their first meeting, he was nervously using honorifics toward Jeok Wigang, who was obviously much younger.
As naturally as if he had always spoken that way.
And he seemed completely unaware that he was currently being respectful.
“Really? You don’t know me? Around… twenty years ago? I think we knew each other?”
Ghost Lord flinched again.
“Wh-what are you talking about? Twenty years ago, you would have been just a newborn baby, Young Master.”
“Huh? I never mentioned my age. How do you know I was a newborn baby then?”
“Anyone can see you haven’t passed your coming of age, can’t they?”
“My face might just look young for my age. Don’t you think?”
“I-is that so?”
“I had several younger brothers around twenty years ago.”
“Haha. I-is that so?”
“Yeah. I drank the alcohol and elixir my younger brothers gave me, fell asleep, and when I woke up, I had become a baby.”
Ghost Lord’s face turned deathly pale.
‘Damn it. That elixir was real.’
It seemed the effect had activated a bit late.
“When I came to my senses, I was alone and all my younger brothers had run away. How heartbroken I must have been.”
“Th-that must have been truly heartbreaking.”
“Right?”
Ghost Lord slowly backed away while being watched by Jeok Wigang.
“I-I think I came to the wrong place. This doesn’t seem to be it.”
“Really? But earlier you seemed like you were trying to kill my subordinate.”
“Th-that was a mistake. I-I’m sorry.”
“Is sorry enough?”
“I’ll compensate you.”
“How?”
“Th-that is…”
Someone came down behind the flustered Ghost Lord.
“Ghost Lord! What’s wrong? Why are you acting like this? Have you been bewitched?”
“Huh?”
“Leave it to me! I’ll break the spell!”
“Huh? N-no! Don’t interfere!”
“Did you cast evil sorcery on Ghost Lord!”
“Hey hey! I said no!”
“You bastards!”
Clang- Clang-.
Sakhongui frantically shook the bells used for shamanic magic, trying to break the evil sorcery that had bewitched Ghost Lord.
Thwack-.
Whoosh-.
Thud-.
Sakhongui, who had been frantically shaking the bells, was sent flying far away by one punch from Jeok Wigang and lost consciousness.
“Suddenly appearing and noisily shaking bells in the middle of the night, what nonsense.”
One of the Five Ghost Leaders of the Ghost Kill Group, capable of killing elders or gate masters of decent mid-tier sects, had been knocked unconscious with a single punch.
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