The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 116
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Evil Hegemon Martial God
Chapter 116
“Hiiek!”
Thanks to someone’s shrill scream, everyone in the assembly returned to reality.
“D-Deputy Bangju…!”
“Heuup!”
The Deputy Bangju, who had been the sorcerer second only to Jibugwimo, had returned as nothing but a cold severed head.
At this, Jeok-un brushed off the Deputy Bangju’s head like children playing in dirt dusting off their hands.
“Ugh, how gruesome. Here, take it away.”
Thud thud thud.
The Deputy Bangju’s severed head with bulging eyes rolled across the ground to reach the feet of the Bangdo.
Seeing this, the Six Souls Sect members shuddered as if it were a plague and hastily retreated backward.
There was no greater commotion than this.
However, among them, only one person.
Only Jibugwimo remained calm.
Whether her subordinates were making a fuss or not, she stared intently at Jeok-un’s face.
It was to discern the opponent’s authenticity.
‘It’s not fake. How did that bastard get here…!’
But no matter how she looked, it was definitely real.
Jeok-un, who should be at Sadocheon right now, that damned wretch who wouldn’t be satisfying even if chewed up, had reached the Six Souls Sect.
Jeok-un noticed that Jibugwimo was truly flustered and said with a snicker.
“What’s with that face like you’ve seen a ghost?”
“You bastard…!”
“Has your divine power dropped considerably lately?”
“Shut up!”
Jibugwimo burst into anger and pulled something from her bosom.
A bizarre fan made of black feathers.
It was precisely the Black Tainted Wing Fan.
And when the Black Tainted Wing Fan was revealed, those who showed the most change were none other than the Bangdo of the Six Souls Sect.
“Protect the Bangju!”
“All Bangdo prepare to eliminate the enemy!”
The Bangdo instantly regained their composure and quickly organized their formation.
The Black Tainted Wing Fan was a supernatural object used as a medium when Jibugwimo cast sorcery, a terrible cursed item tempered with countless evil spirits and curses.
A supreme magical artifact that would drive ordinary people mad just by holding it, and cause untrained warriors to fall into heart demons and suffer qi deviation.
But because it displayed such powerful might in Jibugwimo’s hands, they had escaped from fear.
“I don’t know what tricks you used to deceive this lady’s eyes, but that luck ends here!”
Whoooong-!
As her words ended, the Six Souls Sect members drew up sinister energy.
Led by the Black Tainted Wing Fan, all sorts of bizarre magical artifacts spewed forth ominous ghostly energy.
It was a sight that would terrify ordinary people just by seeing and hearing it.
“Hooh?”
Jeok-un showed no sign of fear whatsoever.
No, rather, as if anticipating it, he only looked at the Black Tainted Wing Fan with sparkling eyes.
“That thing wouldn’t be bad until that Lee Gyeom bastard gets the black bamboo.”
“What?”
Swish.
Then he extended his hand.
“Come on, hand it over while I’m asking nicely.”
“!?”
Jeok-un spoke as confidently as if it had been entrusted to him.
At that shameless and arrogant attitude, just as everyone was dumbfounded.
Swish!
“Keke, what a crazy bastard.”
Jibugwimo spread open the Black Tainted Wing Fan.
Feathers that belonged to no living bird in this world spread their wings.
Jibugwimo covered her mouth and nose with the Black Tainted Wing Fan.
Sssssss!
It was such a pitch-black color as if absorbing light, making it look like eyeballs were floating around.
To this was added Jibugwimo’s chilling voice.
“You reckless wretch who doesn’t know your place. This lady shall bestow upon you advice worth a thousand gold.”
At that moment, Jibugwimo’s pupils split vertically like a snake’s.
“If you meet Buddha, kill Buddha, and if you meet a sorcerer, never carelessly exchange words!!”
Swooosh!
As Jibugwimo swung the Black Tainted Wing Fan, a sharp crimson energy rushed toward Jeok-un.
No, saying it rushed was inaccurate.
It was as if energy that had been hiding in that spot revealed itself, like a tiger hidden in the thicket revealing itself to pounce.
Literally, a vortex of energy that bound him without a chance to escape.
The terrible curse that Jibugwimo had secretly completed instantly seized control of Jeok-un’s mind.
“Puhahahaha!”
Jibugwimo burst into laughter.
It was because Jeok-un had properly been hit by the curse.
“Having been struck by the Art of Soul Capture and Spirit Control, you are now finished!”
This was not Jibugwimo’s empty boasting.
The Art of Soul Capture and Spirit Control was a technique positioned at the pinnacle of soul-capturing arts commonly spoken of in Gangho.
Not mere shallow hypnosis, but a curse that suppressed the opponent’s mind and body to turn them into a puppet without self-awareness.
‘Keke, what does it matter if you’re a Hwagyeong master! This lady is one of only two Earth-grade sorcerers in all of Gangho!’
Sorcerers were divided into eight grades: [Sun, Moon, Star, Heaven, Earth, Spirit, God, Divine].
The lowest was Sun grade, and the highest was Divine grade.
Jibugwimo was an Earth-grade sorcerer, equivalent to a Hyeon-gyeong master among warriors.
“Oh! The Art of Soul Capture and Spirit Control!”
“Keuk, to see a God-grade technique that only existed in records right before our eyes!”
The Six Souls Sect members made a fuss as if they would shed tears of emotion.
And they had good reason.
The Art of Soul Capture and Spirit Control was not Earth-grade, but a supreme God-grade technique.
The enemy carelessly entering this place was a complete mistake from the start.
This tower was not an ordinary building.
It was a structure that elevated, strengthened, and concentrated Jibugwimo’s energy.
That youngster had entered here fearlessly without knowing this.
He had been trapped from the moment he set foot here, destined to fall to the curse.
‘Phew, fortunately. My energy is being continuously consumed maintaining the great ritual at the underground altar. I had just enough leeway to use one high-level technique.’
Jibugwimo secretly sighed in relief without her subordinates knowing, then raised her voice in reality.
“What are you all doing! Go immediately and cut off his neck…!”
Just as she was about to command “now.”
“Ptui, what kind of dog-like nonsense is this.”
“…Huh?”
Jeok-un frowned with displeasure as if he had tasted something bitter.
There was no sign whatsoever that he had been affected by the soul-capturing technique.
H-how was this situation unfolding?
Just as all the Six Souls Sect members were bewildered.
“Keuup! Cough!”
“B-Bangju!”
“What?!”
Jibugwimo clutched her chest and spat out a handful of blood.
Powerful curses, when they failed, brought great backlash to the caster’s body.
“Yes, you bastards are indeed evil spirits.”
“…?!”
Swoosh!
Jeok-un used the extremely brief moment to charge forward like a flying tiger.
“B-Block him!!”
“Protect Bangju!”
“Everyone use sorcery!”
The sorcerers hastily aimed their ritual implements at Jeok-un.
* * *
It wasn’t Jibugwimo’s fault that even divine-level sorcery didn’t work on Jeok-un.
‘Evil arts don’t work before the power of Nokjon.’
Nokjon was the power of a star that repelled all evil.
Just as it had neutralized poison techniques when facing Yasudomma before.
Evil techniques like soul-shaking arts were also countered by Nokjon’s power.
Nokjon was a power that had withstood even Cheonma’s soul techniques, so there was no possibility that Jibugwimo, who was no different from a neighborhood thug compared to him, could break through it.
‘Now, let’s rampage a bit!’
Wooong!
As if understanding its master’s will, Nokjon began to emit light.
The energy of evil-repelling began to swirl around Jeok-un as he charged toward the enemy.
Whiiing…!
It started like a small mountain breeze licking the leaves.
But just as streams gather to form rivers, and then form great rivers.
The light of Nokjon, flowing without rest, finally created a mighty and massive current.
Kwaaaaaa!
In Taoism, they call good things water, saying “the highest good is like water”?
Though it was separate from Laozi’s meaning that water flowing from high to low places is good.
At least the light of Nokjon that Jeok-un emitted clearly achieved what Taoism calls “breaking evil and revealing righteousness.”
Kwaaaang!
Pssss!
All the evil arts that the sorcerers poured out disappeared without a trace like mirages the moment they touched Nokjon’s power.
Step.
“Arrived.”
“Hi, hiiik?!”
Finally, Jeok-un broke through the barrage of curses and reached right before the enemies.
Crack!
Crunch!
“Kraaah!”
“Kyaaaah!!”
Soon, eerily gruesome sounds of flesh tearing filled the surroundings.
Jeok-un’s appearance was truly like a wolf that had burrowed among a flock of sheep.
Every time his hands reached out, a sorcerer’s neck, arm, or leg was torn away.
Slash-!
Every time Il-cheon burst with a chilling flash, blood and extreme yang energy burned everything.
The sorcerers whose limbs had been torn off groaned and soon died.
It was the same when they were touched by Nokjon’s light.
Jeok-un, like a self-luminous star, tore, smashed, and ground everything.
“Kyaaaah!”
“S-save me…!”
Like overflowing river water swallowing up dikes and embankments, rice fields on mounds, and even houses.
The minions of the Six Souls Sect were being completely devoured by Jeok-un.
Realizing this couldn’t continue, the Six Souls Sect members desperately brought out forbidden, terrible power.
“Stop that bastard!!”
“Die!!”
Swoosh!
Blue ghostly fire spewed from the survivors’ ritual implements.
Ghostly curses scattered like disheveled cherry blossoms.
And.
Crack!
Crunch!
The fluttering curses soon gathered into one, forming a terrible shape.
-Kraaaah!
-Kiiiii!
Demonic beasts that moved with only killing intent, harming human lives.
All kinds of Imae-mangnyang revealed their terrible forms.
Thud thud thud!
Bizarre monsters that seemed to belong in the Classic of Mountains and Seas charged at Jeok-un on all fours like beasts, kicking off the ground.
After rifts appeared in All under Heaven, Imae-mangnyang also began rampaging in the Central Plains.
Sorcerers who walked the righteous path like the Mosan Sect used their power to subdue Imae-mangnyang.
But the Six Souls Sect, to use the terrible power possessed by Imae-mangnyang, spared no sacrifice.
“Grrr, kill that bastard right now!!”
“Tear his limbs apart and kill him!!”
The sorcerers were sacrificing their lifespans to command Imae-mangnyang like servants.
If this became known in Gangho, they would immediately be declared public enemies of the martial world and face annihilation, but it didn’t matter.
Anyone who witnessed this power would surely meet death here.
-Kraaang!
At that moment, an Imae-mangnyang in wolf form avoided the vortex of light created by Nokjon and charged at Jeok-un.
Snap!
But Jeok-un didn’t dodge.
Instead, he extended both arms as fast as lightning.
Grab.
He grasped both ends of its maw with his hands.
The Imae-mangnyang tried to close its mouth to bite Jeok-un, but no matter how much force it applied, its jaw wouldn’t move.
-Gr, grrk?
The Imae-mangnyang that was suddenly lifted up struggled with its body.
Sharp killing intent glinted in Jeok-un’s eyes.
“Where does a vermin like you.”
Riiip!
Crack!
The Imae-mangnyang tears apart like paper.
Jeok-un had torn apart the wolf-shaped Imae-mangnyang’s mouth with his bare hands.
Everyone from the Six Souls Sect was greatly shocked at this sight.
Tearing apart an Imae-mangnyang with bare hands was a scene they had never heard of or seen before.
They would never know, even in death.
Though they had sacrificed their lifespans to draw out greater power, the energy of breaking evil and revealing righteousness worked even better against Imae-mangnyang, which were condensations of malice.
Seeing the Imae-mangnyang hesitate as their comrade became a terrible sight.
“Now, I’ll tear apart both servants and masters alike.”
Jeok-un showed a ferocious smile.
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