The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 21

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 21

Have you ever seen a pack of wolves?

If so, you would know how terrifying it is when wolves move together in a group.

The attack of the Geumwol-dae was just like that now.

Like an enraged pack of wolves.

The offensive closing in from all directions was fierce, sharp, and organized.

It was truly like they were hunting their prey to death.

The alpha wolf leading all of this would be Noh Hwang-mun, who was watching from behind with bright eyes as if he would kill him.

‘He’s certainly different from his younger brother.’

Though he occasionally flinched as if he wanted to rush forward immediately, Noh Hwang-mun didn’t rashly charge in.

He was burning with rage, but wasn’t consumed by that rage.

It seemed he was considering every possibility, trying to assess him until the very last moment.

‘At least he’s not a hothead who gets swept away by emotions.’

Indeed, was the commander of the Ten Heavenly Commanders truly a commander?

Even in a situation where he seemed like he’d go mad with rage over his blood relative’s death, the fact that he sent his subordinates first to confirm and gather information was proof that he knew how to fight.

Most masters from Sapa origins were cunning and wicked, so you never knew when or how their schemes might come flying.

So what Noh Hwang-mun was doing now—sending subordinates to first check combat methods, main martial arts, and weapons—wasn’t cowardly but smart.

It meant he knew how to fight a proper battle.

“Neutralize the enemy!”

“Sword formation! Open!”

At that moment, the Geumwoldae warriors who had closed the distance moved in perfect unison.

The subordinates Noh Hwang-mun brought numbered about a dozen, and you could feel from their aura alone that he had brought only the most elite.

The lowest was at the peak of first-rate, with a mix of those at the beginning and mastery of pinnacle level, and occasionally you could see those who had reached the peak of pinnacle level.

As if boasting that Geumwol-dae hadn’t won their position among the Ten Heavenly Commanders through gambling, their coordination and formation were very impressive.

This was a sign that their training was very well done.

‘Well, that’s all it amounts to though.’

Their attacks continued endlessly like gears?

Their offense and defense transitions were that free and precise?

Flipping those words around, it meant that because they were so precise, even a small gap could destroy the entire gear system.

That’s why Jeok-un aimed for the moment when the coordinated formation’s offense and defense crossed.

Whoosh!

He simply thrust out his fist.

“Kugh-!”

With just one blow, one member went flying.

It was one of the peak first-rate members.

He probably relied only on the coordinated formation and mechanically moved through memorized steps.

In real combat that changes unpredictably like a living organism, that was a fatal mistake.

‘Finding the seams of a coordinated formation is difficult, but once you find them, breaking it isn’t hard.’

All of this was experience gained from rolling around battlefields.

From the war with Heukpaesong to the final battle with the Demonic Cult.

Jeok-un was a veteran who had fought through at least two great wars.

At the same time, he was a completed killing machine incomparable to the likes of warriors from this foolish peaceful era.

Jeok-un had as many enemies as his infamy suggested.

And most of his enemies usually relied on numbers when they came at him.

That’s why Jeok-un was so familiar with coordinated formations that he could wake up from sleep to deal with them.

“Get it together! Scatter!”

Was it because one member had fallen so helplessly to the enemy’s single strike?

The Geumwol-dae members seemed flustered.

But when someone who appeared to be a superior barked an order, they quickly regained their composure.

‘He’s a master!’

‘We need to pour out our full strength…!’

‘He’s absolutely not someone to take lightly!’

Though Geumwol-dae, being a newer unit compared to other Ten Heavenly Commanders with long histories, was said to have the weakest power among the Ten Heavenly Commanders.

Still, Sadocheon’s elite were elite.

They acknowledged their opponent’s strength and immediately modified their strategy to face him seriously.

The coordinated formation became even tighter and sharper.

“Kill!”

Following the formation’s design, the moment an enemy who had caught Jeok-un’s blind spot leaped high and released killing intent.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, along with a sound cutting through air, a flash of light was carved in the void.

And.

Thunk!

Pssh!

“!?”

Suddenly, a hole was drilled in the forehead of the member who had been in the lead, and blood spurted out like a geyser.

Thud.

In an instant, the charging member’s eyes became cloudy and his body lost strength, collapsing to the ground.

‘Wh-what is this?’

At the moment when everyone was flustered enough to shake the coordinated formation.

“Mere trash aren’t even worth using fists on.”

Rattle.

An eerie sound was echoing from within Jeok-un’s clenched hand.

* * *

To properly understand how he achieved that result just now, we need to go back a little.

At the moment the enemies came rushing.

Jeok-un put his hand in his pocket, took something out, and immediately shot it.

That something was.

“Ho, Paejeon-bang uses quite good dice. Thank you.”

It was a small dice about the size of a thumbnail used in gambling.

Silence fell over the surroundings.

Who would have ever thought that mere dice could drill a hole in a first-rate master’s head?

Rattle, rattle…

In the quiet surroundings, the only sound that could be heard was the rattling of dice.

“It’s just crude finger projectile technique! Deflect it while approaching!”

The moment Noh Hwang-mun’s shout echoed.

Swoosh!

The Geumwol-dae members rushed at Jeok-un as if they had made a promise.

Jeok-un captured the enemies’ movement lines, directions, and positioning in his eyes.

‘I can see it.’

He could see the solution.

He could shatter Geumwol-dae’s sword formation that was slowly strangling him like a tight net.

‘First, one step back.’

The moment Jeok-un moved his body one step backward, the sword formation rippled.

It was reacting to Jeok-un’s movement.

The moment the sword formation’s target shifted one step backward according to Jeok-un’s action.

Swish-!

Jeok-un moved two steps to the left as if he had been waiting for this.

Crack-!

Crack-!

The ground where Jeok-un had been standing was dug out as if by magic.

The deafening sound of impact was a bonus.

“?!”

He could feel the enemy’s confusion.

Having evaded the attack, now it was his turn.

The moment Jeok-un deflected the attack, he hurled the dice straight ahead.

It wasn’t a straight line.

A slightly diagonal angle.

Swoosh-!

“…Guk!”

With a clear penetrating sound, the diagonally shot dice pierced through the enemy’s temple and burst out the other side.

Another Gold Moon Division member fell dead.

Clang-!

The dice that had pierced through the enemy bounced off exactly the terrain Jeok-un had anticipated.

The dice bounced off multiple angles and locations, heading precisely toward one spot.

Snap!

Jeok-un retrieved the dice into his hand.

Amazingly, he had calculated everything, including the angle for the dice to bounce back after killing the enemy.

‘This brings back memories.’

Thousand Kill Orb .

An orb that kills a thousand.

Though it had a grandiose name, it wasn’t a martial art.

During his Sapyeollyeon days, it was a nickname he earned for grinding down enemies with iron balls the size of dice.

Jeok-un was a swordsman and specialist in individual combat, but that didn’t mean he was weak in group battles.

Rather, most of the battlefields he had rolled through required him to face multiple opponents alone.

The technique of the Thousand Kill Orb was simple.

‘Now, shall I start sweeping them away?’

Whooom!

He infused the wildly rampaging power of Tamrang into the projectile in his hand.

Swoosh!

Thunk! Thud!

All he had to do was shoot them madly toward the enemies like this.

“Kraaaak!”

“B-block it…!”

“How can we… guk!”

Every time he shot a dice, a hole appeared in one of the Gold Moon Division members.

“Charge! Somehow charge at him!”

Someone shouted.

Probably someone of officer rank.

Actually, his alternative wasn’t wrong.

The greatest weakness of projectile techniques was numbers themselves.

The moment numbers overwhelmed projectiles, projectile techniques lost their effectiveness.

So charging all at once was certainly an effective strategy, but.

‘How grateful this is.’

For Jeok-un, it was like having a well-prepared meal spooned directly into his mouth.

If they increased their numbers, he just had to increase his numbers too.

When they charged all at once like this, it was actually simpler.

Crack-!

Instantly, Jeok-un clenched his fist tightly and crushed the dice in his hand into pieces.

In an instant, dozens of small dice fragments were created.

He swung both hands like whips, scattering them in all directions.

Of course, imbued with Tamrang’s power.

Whizz whizz whizz-!!

With an eerie sound, the Gold Moon Division members began falling one by one.

The dice fragments imbued with Tamrang’s power pierced through the Gold Moon Division members’ protective gear and tore up their insides.

There was no way for humans with their organs, blood vessels, muscles, and ligaments torn to shreds to survive.

“Kreeeeek…!”

“Uh, uaaaak!”

Jeok-un charged forward to finish off the very few survivors.

But then.

Clang!

A massive battle axe that suddenly intruded blocked Jeok-un’s path.

“You bastard…!”

“Ho, you’ve finally lifted your precious rear end?”

Noh Hwang-mun had finally entered the battlefield.

* * *

Groan…

Ugh.

The Gold Moon Division camp, which had been numerically superior, was now filled only with groans of pain.

The sounds made by four members with major and minor injuries.

All the remaining members had turned into cold corpses.

Though only five remained alive after everyone else died in an instant, Noh Hwang-mun’s expression wasn’t bad.

‘It doesn’t matter. Actually, it’s good.’

No, it was closer to being confident.

He had succeeded in sacrificing his subordinates to fully grasp the enemy’s main martial arts and capabilities.

After all, the dead ones could be replaced with money.

A brief stalemate unfolded after one round of offense and defense.

Noh Hwang-mun broke that silence.

“You’ve been completely figured out.”

Noh Hwang-mun began proudly boasting about what he had discovered.

It was to make his opponent lose their fighting spirit.

“From one to ten, nothing but petty tricks. To think someone whose main martial art is projectile techniques would carry unused twin swords at his waist just to confuse opponents.”

“…”

Jeok-un remained silent.

At that sight, Noh Hwang-mun curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer.

He was convinced he had properly seen through his enemy.

“Just minor tricks at best. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Noh Hwang-mun declared.

That Jeok-un’s victory over the Gold Moon Division was nothing more than petty tricks.

“How many times do you think I’ve seen vermin like you while rolling around in this business?”

Noh Hwang-mun said, twisting up one corner of his mouth.

“I’ll show you what real power that overwhelms everything is!”

The moment Noh Hwang-mun finished speaking.

Clap.

Clap clap.

Suddenly, the sound of applause could be heard.

“Haha, amazing.”

“…?”

It was Jeok-un clapping.

His expression showed genuine admiration.

Despite his face full of laughter, the words that followed were incredibly cutting.

“They say an idiot doesn’t know he’s an idiot. To think he’d spout such idiotic nonsense with such idiotic seriousness.”

“…?!”

“Thanks, it’s been a while since I laughed so hard.”

Noh Hwang-mun felt his anger flare up inside again, but he barely managed to suppress his rage.

That too was a shallow trick.

Empty posturing to hide that his limits had been seen through.

It was then.

Sring!

“Be grateful. This is a reward for your journey to the afterlife.”

“…!”

Jeok-un drew his sword for the first time.

Just one blade.

Even for a handful of amusement, if he used both swords entirely.

‘Even I wouldn’t be able to control myself.’

Wooong!

Jeok-un’s sword, Il-cheon, resonated.

Then a ferocious energy explosively poured forth.

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