The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 111

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 111

‘Why on earth…!’

Eon Igyeom screamed inwardly.

He could see Jeok-un before his eyes.

He could see him rampaging like a beast, slaughtering countless lives.

Just moments ago, he had said he would embrace with generous magnanimity the warriors of the Doyecheon faction who would die innocently swept up in this.

It was completely incomprehensible behavior.

Eon Igyeom drew the bamboo staff he carried on his back, gripped it tightly, and aimed it at Jeok-un.

“Stand aside.”

“You cannot. This is wrong.”

“I said stand aside.”

“Is the tolerance you spoke of only permitted for those who benefit you!”

Eon Igyeom shouted as if roaring.

As his anger rose and emotions surged, his inner energy responded and resonated thunderously.

“These people may be following the Six Souls Sect, but they are ordinary civilians with no traces of martial arts! To slaughter such people so mercilessly…!”

Was this how it felt to be betrayed by someone you trusted?

Eon Igyeom had been greatly moved by Jeok-un, who had spoken of embracing even enemies as his way of hegemony, so his sense of betrayal was equally great.

“What nonsense are you babbling about?”

But Jeok-un cut him off with an attitude as if he found it absurd.

Then he clicked his tongue and said.

“Tsk tsk, do those things truly look like people to your eyes?”

“…What?”

Eon Igyeom was greatly confused.

Those trembling in fear while watching Jeok-un’s massacre were clearly living, breathing people.

However, Jeok-un shook his head from side to side at that reaction and said.

“Hah, the founder of the Eon Family would weep. There’s more than one or two things I need to teach you.”

“What do you mean…?”

Thud thud thud thud!

The moment Eon Igyeom questioned him, urgent footsteps could be heard.

A formation gripping armor and weapons.

They were the guards protecting the palace.

“There they are!”

“Stop those men!”

The guards pointed at Jeok-un and Eon Igyeom, then instantly circled around and surrounded the two men.

Clang!

Needless to say, they aimed their spears and swords at the two men.

“Drop your weapons and surrender!”

Otherwise you will die!

The guards raised their voices loudly, but Jeok-un showed not the slightest disturbance.

In a calm and composed voice, he merely gave teachings to Eon Igyeom.

“Eon Igyeom, you try to harbor suspicion about everything and analyze situations, but that’s not enough.”

A critical moment on the verge of explosion.

Indeed, the guards were slowly tightening their encirclement as if they would attack at any moment.

“I told you to put down your weapons!!”

“You don’t know how to truly see.”

Whatever the guards were babbling about, Jeok-un gave teachings to Eon Igyeom without even pretending to listen.

Eon Igyeom also focused on Jeok-un’s words as if entranced.

Perhaps it was instinct.

Perhaps because he realized that Jeok-un’s teachings would have a tremendous impact on the martial arts and martial way he would build up.

“Focus on the front, but don’t become buried in it. Just as yin and yang are one, if there is a front, there is always a back.”

“Kill them!”

Clang clang clang!

Swoosh!

Finally, the guards kicked off the ground and charged.

Even as dozens of spears and swords poured down, Jeok-un’s teachings did not stop.

“If you only look at a smooth water surface, you’ll only see your own face, but beyond it, there’s always something else.”

‘Something else?’

Eon Igyeom questioned inwardly. And Jeok-un also moved.

“Look properly. What is strange about the current situation.”

Slash–!!

“Kraaaah!”

The Jeok-un who only dodged spears and swords was no more.

What was here now was a butcher who sliced through armed warriors like straw.

“Form ranks! Maintain formation!”

Someone shouted, and the group of guards continued moving like a giant organism.

They charged without caring even as comrades died beside them.

Eon Igyeom took it all in with his own eyes.

‘Wait…’

Belatedly, Eon Igyeom discovered that something was strange.

It was a point that only came into view after hearing Jeok-un’s advice.

‘Why are there only men in this huge city?’

That was right.

From the main street entering the city to the central estate.

Those on the streets were all sturdy men without exception.

‘Let’s say there being no women could be understandable with much generosity. But even children?’

When public order is poor, women refrain from going out.

If they carelessly went outside and something terrible happened to them, they might have to take their own lives out of shame.

But not children.

Children are at an age of vigorous curiosity, an age when they cannot distinguish what danger is.

Even if the world turns strange and harsh, you cannot just keep children locked up.

So even in the most turbulent city, you would normally see a child or two.

‘There was no one.’

Not a single child, not a single woman.

The only things in this city were men with sturdy builds.

There was only one such group in all the nine provinces and heavens.

The Military.

Only then did Eon Igyeom realize what Jeok-un was trying to say.

“Could it be…”

He should have felt something was strange from the very beginning.

So many ordinary people living inside a rift?

That couldn’t be possible.

The reason lay in the nature of rifts.

Immediately after occurring, rifts devour the surrounding terrain and features to create new spaces.

The rift at Payang Lake was a good example.

Weren’t there countless wrecked ships from the Battle of Poyang Lake inside the rift?

‘Then what about here?’

There had been a clue.

The sign that was beside the main street.

-Sinahn County, Henan Province.

Sinahn County, Henan Province is not a particularly famous place.

But when associated with a certain figure, it becomes a very historic location.

-Hang-u massacred all two hundred thousand Qin prisoners who had surrendered to him.

‘Yes, so that was it.’

With this place name as the backdrop, Jeok-un’s explanation overlapped.

Everything became crystal clear.

Yes, this place was Sinahn County, Henan Province.

The place where Hang-u buried Qin prisoners alive, where the great incident called the Xinan Massacre or the Xinan Pit was carried out.

According to historical records, the very place where as many as two hundred thousand unarmed prisoners were buried alive.

“That’s right. These bastards aren’t the living, but the dead consumed by the rift.”

Jeok-un’s words struck his mind like lightning.

Having grasped the truth, Eon Igyeom concentrated energy into his eyes.

As his vision sharpened, the hidden truth was revealed.

Swoooosh!

Swaaah!

Like a curtain being lifted, the world began to transform.

The true reality related to the terrible massacre was revealed.

“…!!”

Krrrrrr…!

It started with the cityscape.

The eaves instantly rotted and crumbled, and the pillars collapsed and crumbled to dust.

The fluttering dust rising from the ground was not earth-colored but blood-red.

It neither settled nor disappeared.

As if the air itself was blood-colored, bringing discomfort.

But even that would pale in comparison to the scene that followed.

“Graaaah.”

“Grrrr.”

The common people and soldiers who had been moving and making sounds just moments before.

Those who had clearly been alive had somehow become horribly rotted corpses.

They had transformed into corpses moving their decayed and tattered limbs.

Kuwoong…!

Even if there was just one, it would be eerie enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

Kwagagaga!

A tsunami of two hundred thousand corpses.

Began rushing toward them.

* * *

‘How terrible. To forcibly hold onto souls that should have long since entered eternal rest.’

What the Six Souls Sect had done to the dead was a different kind of burial sacrifice.

Burial sacrifice is a funeral where retainers are buried alive so that kings and nobles can maintain their power even after death.

The dead before his eyes were the same.

If you replace the king’s position with the rift and the dead as retainers.

You could immediately understand why the Six Souls Sect was keeping them here.

It was to maintain the rift.

Originally, rifts are sustained by a medium that acts as a core inside.

In other words, when divine artifacts or treasures like Ochu disappear, they naturally vanish.

But the rift that Jeok-un and Eon Igyeom had entered was being maintained even though its medium had already disappeared.

Because the Six Souls Sect had created a new medium through terrible sorcery to maintain the rift.

‘Two hundred thousand souls unable to find rest, living false lives while being exploited.’

The very foundation of maintenance was the vengeful spirits these souls exhaled.

The vengeful spirits emitted by two hundred thousand dead were forcibly binding together a rift that should have long since collapsed.

There was only one way to save them.

‘To kill them all.’

Only then could they enter the cycle of reincarnation again and find peace.

Jeok-un thought this as he looked at the army of the dead before him.

And beside him, he looked at Eon Igyeom.

“Lee Gyeom.”

“….”

At Jeok-un’s call, Eon Igyeom turned his gaze.

As their eyes met, they shared the same emotion.

That emotion was compassion.

Sympathy and compassion for the dead who could find neither rest nor peace.

“Kill them all.”

Jeok-un spoke quietly, as if he understood that feeling completely.

“Death will be the only path to bring them peace.”

“!!”

Eon Igyeom’s eyes widened, then he slowly nodded.

At the same time, he straightened his body with a determined expression.

Crack!

The bamboo staff trembled in his grip.

He gripped it so tightly that the bamboo staff seemed ready to crumble, but it never broke.

‘I absolutely won’t let this stand.’

Compassion disappeared, and the emotion that rose in Eon Igyeom’s eyes was anger.

That anger was directed entirely toward the Six Souls Sect.

Energy fueled by anger boiled up from his dantian.

Wooooong!

The Sohon Simgyeol that Jeok-un had taught and instructed him in.

Started from his dantian and raced through his limbs and meridians.

Was anger the medium?

The energy racing through his limbs and meridians was like a crazed galloping horse.

Nothing ordinary could stop it.

Much less the complete Sohon Simgyeol, having obtained its lost latter half.

‘I will definitely destroy them.’

That anger was directed at the Six Souls Sect, the source of all this.

“Graaaah!”

“Grrrr!”

Then, the dead turned into puppets by the Six Souls Sect rushed at Eon Igyeom.

Swinging their rotted bodies like swords.

Throwing their tattered flesh without sparing it.

To stop the great enemy who had invaded their land.

Kuwoong!

The moment Eon Igyeom, who had cast compassionate eyes on them, raised his bamboo staff and struck the ground.

“Return of the Dead .”

The earth’s surface began to twist and open.

The ground looked like a living creature opening its maw.

At first glance, it seemed like it would devour everything on the earth.

But it wasn’t.

Rather, it was the opposite.

Swaaah!

Kwagagaga!

Countless yellow springs pouring out from the earth’s surface.

Countless talismans scattered and obscured his vision, soon flying about like a snowstorm.

‘You’ve returned, Eon Igyeom.’

Jeok-un took in that sight with his own eyes, becoming immersed in old memories.

A symbol of mysterious and fearsome reverence that none could dare oppose.

Black Heaven Corpse Lord Eon Igyeom.

The powerful sorcery that had earned Eon Igyeom the title ‘Master of Corpses’ in his past life had manifested once again in this place.

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