The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 119

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 119

I can’t breathe at all.

Right, am I dead?

Jibugwimo thought so, but.

Looking at the ash-colored sky characteristic of the rift, she realized she wasn’t dead yet.

“Kkeuheueu…”

Only then did a thread-like breath continue with a deflating sound.

And.

“Keu, keuaaaak!”

Tremendous agony stimulated her entire body.

Would it feel like this if hands and feet were cut off one by one?

Or if flesh-eating insects burrowed in from the extremities?

Whatever way to describe it, one thing was certain.

Pain she had never felt in her life was consuming her.

Jibugwimo thought with a confused mind.

Why had she ended up in such a state?

The answer lay in the surrounding earthen walls.

It wasn’t that walls had been built with earth.

Like a meteor falling to the ground, she had been buried in a pile of dirt.

‘Jeok-un…!’

But regaining her memory didn’t change the situation.

‘My, my body won’t move.’

It hurt.

It hurt far too much.

Jibugwimo had lived to the age of ninety-one, but had never once felt such pain.

Look, she couldn’t even move a finger due to the aftermath of the shock.

Tap tap.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard.

Someone was approaching.

“What a sight.”

Mockery that pierced her lungs reached her ears.

Jibugwimo could barely hold her head up, but she recognized who it was just from the voice.

“Hi, hii! Hiiii!”

Jeok-un was looking down at her with a cold gaze.

Jibugwimo panted and let out strange sounds that could have been screams or groans.

Her eyes were filled with terror, and her pupils began trembling violently like strata hit directly by a major earthquake.

That’s a monster.

She had to escape from that monster.

She had to get up right now…!

So Jibugwimo struggled desperately to get up and run away, but her body simply wouldn’t obey.

‘Why, why!!’

She needed to raise her body first to find her balance.

Since she couldn’t feel sensation in both arms, she writhed on the ground like a maggot.

“What are you flailing around for? Looking for your severed arms?”

“…!?”

Only then did Jibugwimo realize that her arms were completely gone.

With a dazed expression, she checked both her shoulders, and they were completely empty with nothing there.

It wasn’t that she had no sensation in her fingers.

They simply didn’t exist in the first place.

Her complexion turned even more deathly pale.

And rightfully so. For a sorcerer to lose both arms was tantamount to receiving a death sentence.

Jeok-un said calmly.

“Now, let’s finish this quickly. I have a long way to go to Changsha.”

The moment Jeok-un took a step.

Jibugwimo screamed as if having a seizure.

“Sp, spare…spare me!!”

Her voice, crushed by the fear of death, was almost like a scream.

Her neatly combed and pinned hair had become disheveled.

Having thrown her dignity somewhere in the outhouse, she begged for her life in a wretched state.

“Th, this Jimo will live for you for the rest of her life! I’ll become a servant and help with all my strength!”

Jibugwimo was desperate.

If she couldn’t prove her worth, she would really die.

“I, I am very useful! There are countless spells and curses that come down to the Six Souls Sect! If I help you, a smooth path will unfold!”

But to Jibugwimo’s plea, Jeok-un chuckled and replied.

“It’s fine. Even without you, old hag, the path I’ll walk is already a smooth road.”

“!?”

Jeok-un was no longer the second son of the Jegal Family who was mistreated as a good-for-nothing.

He was a sacred figure of Sadocheon and a pillar who would be responsible for the next generation.

And all of this, he had achieved with his own hands without anyone’s help.

‘Besides, everything this old hag is babbling about is just empty boasting.’

It was clear that her true essence had hit rock bottom from consuming her innate true energy.

What help could a sorcerer with both arms severed possibly provide?

“The contract! You need the contract!! The contract bearing Doyecheon’s seal can never be found without my help-!”

Just as Jibugwimo was shouting urgently.

“I found it, benefactor!”

“?!”

Eon Igyeom came running over hurriedly, shouting.

In one hand, he held some kind of scroll.

The identity of the scroll was, needless to say, the contract.

“You found it?”

Jeok-un said with a grin.

He had already anticipated this and given instructions to Eon Igyeom.

“Eu, euaaa!”

Jibugwimo screamed and writhed her body.

Without both arms, she tried to escape somehow by dragging herself with just her torso.

“Not yet, I can’t die yet!! I, I still have things left to do…!”

“How unsightly, old hag.”

Jeok-un approached Jibugwimo.

“Hiik!”

Jibugwimo made a metallic sound and was terrified.

Because Jeok-un had grabbed the back of Jibugwimo’s neck and lifted her up like a piece of luggage.

“Wh, what…!?”

Jibugwimo somehow tried to use her head.

It was to figure out Jeok-un’s thoughts.

But with the fear of death she was feeling for the first time in her life, her usually sharp mind had completely frozen and couldn’t come up with any schemes.

“When I thought about it carefully.”

Whether he knew Jibugwimo’s inner thoughts or not.

Jeok-un spoke with a calm demeanor.

“Your end isn’t for me to decorate.”

“Wh-what??”

“You’ll know when you see it yourself.”

Jeok-un turned Jibugwimo to face forward, his expression cold as poison.

“…!”

The first thing visible was the half-collapsed wall and threshold.

And next to be seen….

Corpses and jiangshi scattered endlessly.

In the crevices between them, within the sunken ground.

Countless corpses were writhing inside.

Horror and despair lit up in Jibugwimo’s eyes.

“Uh, uaaahhh!”

The moment Jibugwimo saw the corpses, she realized what punishment Jeok-un had prepared.

“No, nooooo!! Kill me!! Kill me right now!!”

Nearly two hundred thousand corpses whose reason had been eroded by Jibugwimo’s sorcery and who had fallen to become her servants.

Deprived even of the chance to obtain peaceful rest, they were waiting for the enemy who had toyed with and humiliated them.

Jeok-un intended to leave Jibugwimo’s final moments to them.

“You’ll be done after dying exactly two hundred thousand times.”

“!!”

After uttering those words.

Jeok-un grabbed and hurled Jibugwimo.

“Uh, uaaaahhh!!!”

Like the sea swallowing and digesting a broken net.

The sea of corpses instantly devoured Jibugwimo.

“Get away! Get away, kyaaahhh!”

Jibugwimo screamed, but her arms had been severed.

Her body was in ruins from the backlash of her depleted innate true qi.

Unable to move, Jibugwimo’s flesh was literally, not metaphorically, like a worn and broken net.

And the countless corpses targeting her were like the sea and its waves.

However, while the sea embraces everything with abundant affection.

The waves of corpses before them were filled with bitter poison and hatred.

The ground that was their source showed no signs of satisfaction.

‘…!!’

Gradually the screams subsided.

It seemed the waves of corpses had devoured even her screams.

* * *

“Here is the agreement document.”

Eon Igyeom handed over a scroll.

It was an agreement document containing the contract made between Doyecheon and the Six Souls Sect.

Jeok-un received the agreement document while observing Eon Igyeom.

His complexion was pale and he looked clearly exhausted.

‘He overexerted himself just before, and then used his energy again, so that’s why.’

Still, it didn’t seem like he had suffered internal injuries.

Jeok-un checked on Eon Igyeom’s condition while unrolling the scroll.

‘Perfect. This will do.’

Jibugwimo and Doyecheon.

Both were filled with suspicion and cunning, so they had made it solid enough to use as a blade when the tables turned.

The contents of the secret agreement, the dates they met, and even the official seal of Sadocheon’s Bucheonju were clearly stamped.

With this, he had secured irrefutable evidence.

“You did well.”

“…!”

Jeok-un patted Eon Igyeom’s shoulder in praise.

Eon Igyeom was inwardly pleased to be complimented, but tried to manage his expression to not show it.

“Ahem….”

Eon Igyeom scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and turned away.

Then he saw the place where Jibugwimo was receiving her punishment.

“A fitting end for one who defiled the dead who should have found rest.”

“Yes, the vengeful spirits won’t kill her easily either. She’ll suffer for eons before meeting death.”

“Yes. That’s what will happen. Ah, and.”

Eon Igyeom was agreeing with Jeok-un’s words when he held out the Black Crow Wing Fan as if just remembering.

“Since the battle is over, I’ll return this to you.”

He was trying to return the supernatural artifact he had borrowed during battle, but Jeok-un’s reaction was different than expected.

“Why are you giving this to me.”

“…Pardon?”

When Eon Igyeom looked puzzled, Jeok-un waved his hand dismissively.

“Why would I need that when I haven’t even learned sorcery. Just use it yourself. It’s a gift.”

“Benefactor…!”

Eon Igyeom was moved to tears.

In Gangho, the value of supernatural artifacts is more expensive and precious than countless gold.

Moreover, if it was a supernatural artifact from the Six Souls Sect, it would literally be priceless.

Though the Six Souls Sect was notorious for their evil reputation, that wasn’t reason to diminish their actual skills.

The Black Crow Wing Fan was a precious artifact of tremendous value.

To give away such an item as if it were nothing, for free.

‘The benefactor truly is a person of extraordinary character….’

Just as Eon Igyeom was thinking this and feeling genuinely moved.

“Now, shall we get started?”

“…Pardon?”

Eon Igyeom blinked.

He didn’t understand what Jeok-un meant.

Then Jeok-un clicked his tongue and looked around the ruined Six Souls Sect grounds.

“Look here. How many magical tools and treasures must be buried in this place. Are we going to abandon such precious pill-making methods like this? No way, we need to dig everything out quickly before it gets cold.”

“W-wait a moment, benefactor. Surely you don’t expect me to handle all this debris alone, h-how-.”

“Well, I’m in a hurry so I’ll be going now!”

Swoosh!

Before the flustered Eon Igyeom could say anything, Jeok-un was already far away.

Jeok-un was escaping through the rift at tremendous speed.

Hey, you bastard! You can’t just…!

He thought he heard Eon Igyeom’s wailing from behind, but it would probably be fine.

When told to do something, you do it.

What choice did he have.

‘Wait just a little longer, Doyecheon.’

So what was important now was Doyecheon.

It was time to put an end to their long bitter relationship.

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