The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 118

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 118

From Jibugwimo’s blood-stained crimson eyes, terrible demonic energy and ghostly aura burst forth in streams.

-How dare a bastard like you destroy this sect’s cherished wish-!

Kurrrrrr!

At the venomous roar that penetrated to the bone marrow, the stone debris and wreckage of the ruins vibrated mercilessly.

Jibugwimo had every reason to be this enraged.

‘Damn it! The art of Seongheungjisa has completely collapsed…!’

It was because when Jeok-un collapsed the tower, the underground altar was also completely destroyed.

Swaaaaa!

This demonic energy pouring down on Jibugwimo like a waterfall was proof of that.

All the energy that had been bound to the altar to maintain the sorcery had returned.

Jibugwimo’s insides burned with frustration.

That bastard Doyecheon should have succeeded in eliminating Dokgo Cheon…!

The situation was two days short of the originally planned duration for maintaining the sorcery.

If Dokgo Cheon had been freed from the curse poison because of this, her grand scheme would truly be over.

‘No, there’s still hope! The sorcery’s effects on Dokgo Cheon were much faster and more powerful than expected! Even with just this much, he could be in an irreversibly damaged state!’

But all of that was merely Jibugwimo’s wishful thinking.

She had fallen into a miserable state where she could only desperately cling to straws. 

Jeok-un, who had been watching Jibugwimo’s frenzied display, twisted up the corner of his mouth.

“You don’t know gratitude, old hag. I stopped you from wasting your strength in useless places. Instead of being unable to thank me, you should at least show some appreciation.”

“Shut up! I’ll definitely rip out that wicked tongue of yours and kill you!”

“The curse poison you used on Cheon-ju.”

“…!!”

Jibugwimo, who had been raging madly, closed her mouth as if she had become mute.

How does that bastard know…?

It was because Jeok-un knew exactly why Dokgo Cheon had collapsed.

An inexplicable sense of foreboding spread throughout her entire body.

No way.

That’s impossible.

Jibugwimo’s lips trembled.

She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t leave her tongue.

She might have instinctively realized it.

Just then, Jeok-un continued speaking with a cruelly mocking smile.

“I didn’t know this, but Cheon-ju would probably be good at opera as well as martial arts. He was really good at coughing up fake blood as if he were truly in pain, wasn’t he?”

“No! Certainly, certainly the sorcery was perfectly successful…!”

“The killing energy you shot at Cheon-ju requires the target’s realm to be accurate without even an inch of error. But you know what? I didn’t know either. That he would reach the life-and-death before me.”

“…!!”

Jibugwimo’s complexion turned deathly pale.

The moment she realized that her opponent even knew the essential workings of the Seongheungjisa art.

Only then did Jibugwimo understand.

‘I’ve been had.’

She had been dancing in Jeok-un’s palm from beginning to end.

Just as Jibugwimo felt the despair of her world collapsing.

“Tsk tsk, you should have looked before you leaped. What’s some trash like Doyecheon doing trying to catch me? How presumptuous.”

Jeok-un’s dagger-like mockery ruthlessly stabbed through her heart.

Following the wind, a terrible stench of blood pierced her nostrils.

Swish.

Jibugwimo turned her head to survey the surroundings.

The fragments of the collapsed tower and the horrifically scattered bloodstains and flesh of her subordinates.

It had truly become ruins.

Everything the Six Souls Sect had built up over hundreds of years had returned to dust.

“Ha, haha…”

Jibugwimo burst into hollow laughter.

No, it would be more accurate to call it a laugh of futility.

How ridiculously absurd this was.

The grand scheme she had so meticulously designed over such a long time to assassinate Sapa Jeil-in had crumbled before such a green brat who hadn’t even dried the blood behind his ears.

‘…There’s nothing left.’

Now Jibugwimo had nothing left in her hands.

Neither the dream of bringing the Six Souls Sect into the light.

Nor the military power the Six Souls Sect had built up over time – all had turned to ash.

“…Fine, good.”

Therefore, Jibugwimo made her decision.

Drip.

At that moment, tears of blood flowed from her eyes.

“Since you’ve made it impossible for me to emerge into the world-! You too shall never be able to bask in sunlight!”

Even if she had to sacrifice everything she had.

She would kill that fool.

Kwarrrrr!

Chwaaa!

Jibugwimo’s resolve manifested through demonic energy that overflowed like ocean waves.

Crack!

Jibugwimo’s face and skin began to crack like broken porcelain.

Evidence that she was abandoning her lifespan and drawing upon all her innate true energy.

Pouring out incomparable demonic energy, Jibugwimo soared high into the void.

It wasn’t void-walking.

She had used sorcery to create distance so Jeok-un couldn’t reach her.

“Tsk, sorcerers are troublesome to the very end.”

“Benefactor! Please stand behind me! The enemy’s movements are ominous!”

Eon Igyeom hurriedly stood beside Jeok-un. Naturally, he held the Black Crow Wing Fan in his hand.

‘Well, look at this guy?’

Swaaaa!

Jeok-un showed a slightly surprised expression.

He was amazed at how well Eon Igyeom was handling the Black Crow Wing Fan despite holding it for the first time.

‘Well, this guy’s talent is real too.’

Not only the supernatural entity, but he was perfectly controlling the energy Jeok-un had given him.

Even though he had transferred the most purified energy possible, handling it so naturally was an entirely different matter.

Shing!

Jeok-un drew Wol-ha and Il-cheon and left a warning.

“Don’t let your guard down. It’s about to pour down.”

“Yes!”

Though Eon Igyeom didn’t hear what was about to pour down.

He would soon understand without being told.

-I’ll make even your soul suffer for eternity-!

Along with Jibugwimo’s roar wrapped in madness, countless holes appeared in the void.

The spatial tears were not mere mirages.

Pitch-black crevices whose contents were impossible to fathom.

Chwaaaaaa!

Kwarrrrr!

Pitch-black crevices like death itself.

From within, countless spells and curses began pouring forth.

Chwarararara!

Stems covered with thousands of blade-like scales began thrashing wildly.

Would a pack of starving serpents be like this?

The sight of them intertwining, entangling, and writhing as they swam through the void was grotesque and nauseating just to behold.

Some curved and coiled like scythes.

Others bent like whips in ways impossible to predict.

The sound of air tearing and bursting echoed thunderously in all directions.

Kagagagagak-!

Trees of blades with their own consciousness.

The metallic friction sounds created by the trees.

The friction noise that made one shudder just from hearing it scraped even at the eardrums.

Eon Igyeom recognized their origin the moment he saw the blade trees.

‘Geomsu! Did he borrow the power of Ogwan Daewang…!’

Chwaak!

Eon Igyeom hastily swung his Black Crow Wing Fan.

The shooting tree stem was struck by the Black Crow Wing Fan and bent away.

Paang!

He had deflected one.

But there were two more.

No, perhaps three.

“…Hup!”

Many.

Far too many.

The Geomsu stems that filled his vision seemed ready to bind and crush him at any moment.

Kadeuk-!

Eon Igyeom bit down hard on his teeth.

Though he was deflecting them without rest, the difference in power was overwhelming.

The fact that such a level of sorcery had been unleashed.

That itself was an objective indicator that his opponent was superior to him.

‘Can I endure this?’

He was blocking them for now.

But if his strength faltered even slightly.

Then wouldn’t everything become useless?

The moment Eon Igyeom unconsciously envisioned an ominous future, Jeok-un’s roar reached him.

[Get your head straight!]

The rebuke delivered through voice transmission seemed to shake Eon Igyeom’s very soul.

For that moment, Eon Igyeom had been overwhelmed by his formidable opponent’s sorcery.

Jeok-un’s shout had the effect of pouring cold water on his soul.

[If you’re pushed back by this mere bastard, how will you catch the Blood Sect Leader!]

“…!!”

At Jeok-un’s pointed words, Eon Igyeom suddenly regained his senses.

Right, his enemy was not just someone like Jibugwimo.

The great enemy who had brought destruction to his family would surely be even stronger than this.

If he became intimidated and overwhelmed by such a foe, his dream of achieving his family’s revenge would remain forever distant.

[She’s just an old monster who forced her power without knowing her own limits! Stop acting pathetic and show the strength your family has built up!!]

Jeok-un’s voice transmission came once more.

That piercing scolding instead stirred an inexplicable confidence within Eon Igyeom.

‘Right, I can do this.’

The moment he thought that.

Eon Igyeom’s eyes changed.

To achieve his family’s revenge, even obstacles that seemed like adversity.

Must be overcome without fail.

Eon Igyeom gripped his Black Crow Wing Fan so tightly it seemed it might break.

‘Submit to my will, Black Crow Wing Fan.’

If it would not submit to his will, he was prepared to force its submission.

Now, at this moment.

Eon Igyeom’s eyes bore a striking resemblance to Jeok-un’s.

“Death scatters like lightning, but the sorcerer finds pause within that gap.”

As he slowly recited the latter part of Sohon Simgyeol that Jeok-un had taught him.

Kudddddd!

The earth’s surface began to twist in response to the heart technique.

If Jibugwimo had twisted the void to create gaps for curses to seep through.

Eon Igyeom twisted the land to create gaps.

Kwagagaga!

What poured out like waves from within the earth’s surface were piles of bones made of white bone.

If Geomsu Jiok was trees and thorns made of blades.

Eon Igyeom’s sorcery was chains made of bone.

Chwaaaaak-!

The chains that burst from the ground spread in all directions like a net.

As if to catch and bind everything.

Just as heaven’s net is wide and sparse yet lets nothing escape.

The bone chains began spreading forward, filling the entire visible field of view.

And at their end was only one thing.

The blade-bearing tree tentacles summoned by Jibugwimo – Geomsu Jiok.

“Gathering the scattered myriad things back to one point, the dead shall finally become my command.”

Jibugwimo’s Geomsu Jiok.

Eon Igyeom’s Bone Chain Circle.

These two met before one could even blink.

They instantly became entangled, creating a literal hellscape.

Ppaddeudeuk!

Sounds of breaking and shattering could be heard everywhere.

The tentacles of Geomsu Jiok advanced only to be caught by the Bone Chain Circle.

The Bone Chain Circle broke and was crushed while trying to catch Geomsu Jiok.

Truly an evenly matched battle of offense and defense.

The tentacles of Geomsu Jiok trying to advance and the net of Bone Chain Circle trying to catch them.

When Geomsu Jiok broke through, Bone Chain Circle would block again and reinforce that spot.

Or scenes of Geomsu Jiok concentrating in one place to consecutively break and shatter Bone Chain Circle continued in succession.

At a moment when anyone watching would think both would collapse from exhaustion.

Tudadadada!

Urgent footsteps could be heard.

“Well done, Lee Gyeom!”

The source was none other than Jeok-un.

He was racing across the entangled bone chains and blade tree roots, charging toward Jibugwimo at tremendous speed.

The foundation of this was Ochu’s power.

The explosive elasticity that began from his soles, from the Yongcheon point, propelled Jeok-un forward.

Ochu’s power was originally the force of refining and condensing natural power to add to the user.

Like oil poured on a burning house, it instantly blazed up and reached Jeok-un’s limbs and every part of his body.

The moment Jeok-un yielded to that power while adding the mysteries of Ghost Step.

Like thunder illuminating the night sky, he became a single flash of light charging toward Jibugwimo.

Kwa-kwa-kwang-!

This explosive sound was the result.

With each step, extremely compressed air burst forth, demonstrating the profound mysteries of ultimate speed.

‘I, I must block it…!’

Jibugwimo could not see Jeok-un’s movement.

However, even in that moment, she reacted instinctively.

She tried to use a new spell technique with her empty right hand.

Yes, if there had been more time.

She surely would have used some sorcery to respond.

“Got you, you fiend.”

“?!!”

But Jeok-un was faster than that.

Before she knew it, Jeok-un had reached in front of Jibugwimo and was smiling coldly.

In a moment that eyes could not even perceive.

In an instant shorter than a flash, already.

Chwa-a-a-ak!

He had severed both of Jibugwimo’s arms.

“Keu-“

Seo-geo-geok!

Along with the terrible sound of cutting that came belatedly, the arms that had lost their owner fell.

Kwa-a-a-ang!

And it wasn’t just the two arms that fell.

“Crawl on the ground!”

Ochu’s power was not yet exhausted.

Jeok-un naturally redirected the explosive energy upward and drew it up.

The moment that power reached its peak.

Kwa-a-a-a-ang-!

He employed the mysteries of Paecheon Singi and reversed it.

The power condensed to its limit struck down upon Jibugwimo’s crown.

“Kkeok…!”

A scream like a death cry.

At the same time, with one downward strike containing unprecedented leg strength, Jibugwimo’s body plummeted to the ground.

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