The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 117

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 117

‘H-how is this even possible?’

Her pupils, mostly covered by wrinkled eyelids, trembled violently.

This wasn’t simply due to the backlash from her broken sorcery.

Though the aftereffects left by the backlash were considerable.

Still, it wasn’t as shocking as what was unfolding before her eyes.

‘M-my subordinates!’

They were being massacred.

The sorcerers that the Six Souls Sect had painstakingly raised were being slaughtered.

The Imae-mangnyang they had summoned at the cost of their lives were literally being torn apart and killed.

-Graaahhh…!

Look, even now another Imae-mangnyang was dying.

The Imae-mangnyang, which could be called the essence of resentment and poison.

Its maw was being ripped out, its skull split open as it died.

Was that all?

Every time the sword flashed, sorcerers also died.

Like scarecrows cut by a blade, their bodies split in half as they perished.

‘This is impossible… It can’t be…!’

To tear apart Imae-mangnyang with pure strength.

How could she believe such a thing?

‘Is that bastard some kind of bear that lives in the North Sea?’

But what was happening before her eyes was undeniable reality.

Turning away wouldn’t change that reality.

If it could, she would have turned away a hundred times over.

But the more Jibugwimo turned away from reality, the more her subordinates died, and the more the Six Souls Sect’s strength and future were whittled away.

Grind…!

Jibugwimo ground her teeth as she was forced to face reality.

‘That bastard’s level…’

The first step in understanding reality is accepting it as it is.

No matter how unbelievable, she had to accept it as it was.

‘He’s not just at Hwagyeong. He’s at Hyeon-gyeong, strong enough to match Doyecheon.’

Whatever method he used, she couldn’t understand it.

But that damned bastard was at least a master who had reached Hyeon-gyeong.

‘At an age when he hasn’t even lost his baby fat, how could he possibly…’

Jibugwimo groaned softly.

She had carelessly overlooked his young age, but now she had no choice but to acknowledge it.

That bastard was someone she could only face by giving her absolute best effort.

“Kyaaahhh!”

“B-Bangju! P-please save…!”

Screams, groans, and pleas erupted constantly.

Though desperate cries and longings to live struck her ears, Jibugwimo made up her mind resolutely.

‘Sacrifice the small for the great.’

The great was naturally herself, who was no different from the main body of the Six Souls Sect.

The small were the dying Bangdo.

‘I will not forget your sacrifice.’

Jibugwimo acted this way because of the backlash.

The backlash that had struck when her Soul Subjugation technique was forcibly broken earlier.

She had to deal with this backlash first to unleash her full power, and only by unleashing her full power could she subdue Jeok-un and save the Six Souls Sect.

Therefore, Jibugwimo focused on dealing with the backlash.

Swoosh-!

Finally, when she had somewhat dealt with the backlash, she spread her black crow wings wide.

“Now only the old hag remains.”

But as the price, the Six Souls Sect had to give up most of its strength.

Most of all the Bangdo of the Six Souls Sect had been slaughtered.

Now all that remained was to fight to the death.

“What exactly is your reason for going this far?”

Jibugwimo attempted negotiation until the very end.

If by any chance she lost, the Six Souls Sect would completely collapse.

She couldn’t proceed with such a possibility.

“If you stop here, I can make you a good offer-“

“Hand it over.”

But Jeok-un immediately cut off Jibugwimo’s words as if they weren’t worth considering.

“What are you referring to? If it’s something reasonable, I can give…”

Jibugwimo carved the character for patience in her heart despite Jeok-un’s rude words and proposed a deal.

But what that young upstart demanded was something Jibugwimo absolutely couldn’t give.

“That fan and the secret agreement you received from Doyecheon.”

“You bastard…!”

“Since you joined hands with a two-faced bastard like that Daoist, you must have prepared evidence against possible betrayal. Bring it.”

Jeok-un’s guess was remarkably accurate.

Jibugwimo had created a secret agreement using Doyecheon’s blood as a medium and cast sorcery on it.

It was a precaution considering that Doyecheon might change his tune after achieving his goals.

But Jibugwimo showed no sign of it.

Rather, she played dumb as if hearing it for the first time.

“Hmph! I don’t know what nonsense you’re spouting!”

“Well, I expected you to react that way.”

Jeok-un chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as if he hadn’t expected anything.

“Then there’s only one method.”

“No matter what you do, you won’t get anything from me-!”

“If I smash everything until it comes out, won’t it appear?”

What…?

She didn’t voice it aloud.

No, she couldn’t.

She was too shocked.

But regardless of what reaction Jibugwimo showed, he just grinned wickedly while looking at the ground as if he didn’t care.

“…!”

At that behavior, Jibugwimo’s expression changed completely.

She realized what Jeok-un was trying to do.

“You crazy bastard-!?”

Thud!

Jibugwimo reflexively kicked off the floor and moved.

She had to stop what Jeok-un was trying to do.

However, it was natural that Jeok-un, a vigorous young man who had learned martial arts, was faster than the old sorceress.

“Let’s start from here!”

Jeok-un shouted this while raising his fist high.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Crash crash crash!

He gathered his full power and struck the floor directly.

The floor immediately began to crumble like rotten rafters.

That was the starting point.

It was when the great and magnificent tower began to collapse.

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Crack-! Pop!

Eerie sounds were heard in succession.

All the sounds came from Eon Igyeom’s shoulders.

“Phew. Now I can finally live.”

His body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Eon Igyeom had truly experienced this idiom today.

As he loosened his shoulders, they were so heavy he couldn’t tell if they were his arms or lumps of flesh attached to his shoulders.

‘Even after continuous breathing exercises, it’s still this bad.’

After Jeok-un charged into the enemy formation, Eon Igyeom had been sitting cross-legged, dedicating himself to breathing exercises.

Thanks to that, he had achieved some recovery.

In the outside world, he would have been bedridden for days from exhaustion.

But this place was a rift, a space filled with countless deaths.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say this space was optimized for Eon Igyeom.

Thanks to that, he was able to somewhat treat internal injuries that would have required days of bed rest.

‘I really commanded such a massive army.’

After finishing his breathing meditation, the scene outside the manor naturally came into view.

The countless jiangshi he had raised and the numerous corpses he had directly felled.

All of them lay upon the cold earth.

‘Even seeing it again, it’s unbelievable.’

Even though it was his own doing and he was witnessing it with his own eyes, it was hard to believe.

‘No, no. I should speak properly. It wasn’t really my doing.’

Swoosh—

Eon Igyeom felt the mysterious energy remaining in his body.

It was the energy Jeok-un had infused when he withdrew his arm.

‘It’s truly an incredible energy.’

Like a bright star shining in the night sky, Jeok-un’s energy still flowed leisurely within him.

This was truly amazing.

Originally, energy has properties, and when it meets different properties, it’s bound to react in some form.

And the result is usually not good.

It’s like pouring water on flames.

Other energies are like impurities, hindering the body’s recovery and sometimes causing qi deviation.

But this energy was different.

Should I say it was like the energy transfer performed by prestigious families?

Like internal energy transferred from grandfather to grandson, Jeok-un’s energy carried warm warmth.

That warmth circulated through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, helping Eon Igyeom’s recovery.

‘There were no side effects whatsoever.’

To exaggerate a bit, it wouldn’t be wrong to say it achieved harmony as if he had consumed a superior elixir.

“…Just what kind of person is that man?”

He thought he knew quite a bit about Jeok-un.

But now he didn’t understand him at all.

Since joining the Eastern Depot, Eon Igyeom had seen countless people.

But someone as difficult to gauge as Jeok-un was a first.

‘Whether he’s good or evil, or something else entirely…’

It was hard to distinguish.

When Eon Igyeom’s thoughts reached this point, the advice Jeok-un had given him suddenly came to mind.

-You don’t know how to see things properly.

Eon Igyeom slowly recalled Jeok-un.

He had made him reveal his identity, which he had hidden even from Il-hwangja.

He thought he was walking into a death trap, but it turned out Il-hwangja already knew his identity.

Acting as Jeok-un said was the only way out.

‘It was the same after entering here.’

As soon as they entered, he thought Jeok-un was massacring innocent civilians.

But it turned out they were innocent spirits.

It wasn’t him but Jeok-un who saved the spirits that had suffered eons of torment from evil magic.

Through actions rather than words, he had truly saved the suffering spirits.

His seemingly violent and impulsive actions always had proper reasons.

Yes, thinking about it again, he understood.

He was reliable.

Truly, enough to want to depend on.

‘…Is this what it would feel like if I still had brothers?’

As Eon Igyeom unconsciously had such thoughts.

He naturally recalled the line Jeok-un had drawn.

-You could call it a temporary alliance. Once we’ve served our purposes, we’ll never see each other again anyway.

A bilateral contractual relationship that ends when mutual needs are fulfilled.

Jeok-un’s words, which had a set time limit and were cut clean as a knife.

At the time, they meant nothing to him, but now they felt somewhat bitter.

Rumble!

Crash!

At that moment, a tremendous explosion erupted and the ground began to shake.

“…!!”

Startled, Eon Igyeom urgently looked toward the source of the explosion.

‘This is impossible…!’

The scene he saw was of a tower collapsing.

Yes, the tower Jeok-un had entered.

That tower was collapsing.

Seeing this, Eon Igyeom kicked off the ground and rushed forward without hesitation.

“Benefactor!”

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“Cough cough!”

Reaching the ruins in an instant, Eon Igyeom kept coughing while constantly looking around.

He had to find Jeok-un.

“Benefactor! Where are you!”

But there was no answer.

All he could see were the ruined surroundings and debris from the collapsed building.

The tower that had reached toward the sky had collapsed without a trace, and all that emerged from the pile of ruins were corpses, hardly any intact.

“Benefactor!”

Unable to believe this reality, Eon Igyeom expanded his qi sense to the maximum.

But no matter how widely he spread his qi sense, he couldn’t feel any energy around him.

His heart truly sank.

“No, surely not?”

The benefactor, dead…?

That person…?

As Eon Igyeom stood dazed by this unbelievable reality.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh?”

A voice came from behind.

Turning around as if his neck had been yanked, he saw Jeok-un rising from the ruins.

“B-Benefactor! You’re safe!”

“Of course. If you got crushed to death after I destroyed it, what kind of disgrace would that be.”

“Y-you destroyed it, benefactor?”

“You keep stuttering. Can’t you speak without stumbling over your words?”

“S-sorry. Ahem. I apologize. I was just so surprised…”

Eon Igyeom’s concern was genuine, and it was fully conveyed to Jeok-un.

Seeing this, Jeok-un looked at Eon Igyeom and chuckled softly.

This guy was always like this.

‘Even before my regression, he would constantly pick fights with me while still worrying about me.’

Recalling Eon Igyeom’s past behavior, a warm feeling welled up inside him.

But Jeok-un’s expression immediately changed.

It was because of the energy he felt from over there.

“Enough of that, just take this.”

“Huh, what’s this?”

Jeok-un pulled out the Black Crow Wing Fan from the rubble and handed it to Lee Gyeom.

Just as Lee Gyeom, who immediately recognized it as no ordinary item, was about to ask about its identity.

“Now, get ready.”

“Pardon?”

Kwarrrrrr!

Kwaaaaaa!

The surrounding debris began trembling madly and rumbling, then destructive demonic energy started overflowing from within the ruins.

-Graaaah! You bastard!! I’ll kill you!!

Soon, Jibugwimo’s roar, filled with venomous hatred that penetrated to the bone marrow, shook the entire area.

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