The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 51

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

 

Chapter 51

 

Cheonsan of Xinjiang.

 

The main peak covered with pure white eternal snow and the countless ridges extending from it formed a massive mountain range.

 

Due to this, the Cheonsan mountain range had been an object of sacred worship for the common people of Xinjiang since ancient times.

 

However, decades ago, a great earthquake occurred along with the partial distortion of the mountain range, causing strange phenomena.

 

Was it because of the great earthquake?

 

Not only did the mountain terrain become so treacherous that ordinary people couldn’t even climb it, but an unidentifiable blood-red mist also covered the entire area.

 

It was no wonder that rumors spread among the nearby people that Cheonsan was cursed.

 

There was an incident that added fuel to the rumors that began spreading like wildfire.

 

Ever since several brave men stepped forward saying they would go check for themselves, only to meet with disaster and their bodies never being found.

 

The people began calling Cheonsan by a different name.

 

The mountain of one hundred thousand monsters coiled around one hundred thousand peaks.

 

The cursed mountain range, the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

 

* * *

 

The mist was thick.

 

Mist so thick that one could barely distinguish what was an inch ahead naturally stimulated human fear.

 

How much more so if its color was blood-red?

 

This place where the faint-hearted would faint on the spot and lose their wits.

 

Within this mist stood countless pavilions in rows, unknown to both Jeongpa’s Gaebang and Sapa’s Haomun.

 

Buildings designed to slope gently toward the peak.

 

The purpose of these buildings, resembling temples worshipping something, was indeed a religious temple—Cheonma Singyeo’s Main Temple.

 

“The Poison Man has disappeared?”

 

Near the peak, Geom-ma, who was working in a large pavilion, showed a gleam in his eyes.

 

It was a phenomenon manifested when his internal energy was stirred by his emotions.

 

Perhaps because one of his eyes was a glass prosthetic, that light was particularly eerie.

 

“Yes, Vice Sect Leader.”

 

“Hmm, is this his final struggle?”

 

After Yasudomma rose to the position of Elder, he had been unable to grow for several years.

 

Recently, whenever talk arose about stripping him of his Elder position, he had preserved his position through medicine and poison techniques, but even that was now reaching its limit.

 

“He must have known he would be forced to step down from his Elder position, so struggling isn’t strange, but to disappear like this?”

 

“If he’s driven from his Elder position, he’ll have to pay back all the resentment he’s accumulated, so wasn’t he afraid of that?”

 

“No, even so, this isn’t his usual method.”

 

Yasudomma’s mind worked exceptionally well when it came to schemes for self-preservation.

 

For such a fellow to act in such a reckless manner?

 

Geom-ma found it hard to believe.

 

“…Then in this subordinate’s opinion, might he have obtained a treasure excellent enough to escape from the cult?”

 

It wasn’t entirely impossible.

 

But this too could be refuted with the previous premise.

 

“No, he’s not someone who lacks such discernment. Rather, he’s the type who would secretly hide it and thoroughly maintain ignorance.”

 

When one rises to Elder, they realize once more how enormous the power the Demonic Cult possesses is.

 

Even if he fled to the Western Regions or Japan, he couldn’t escape the cult’s eyes and hands.

 

Thus, escape was excluded from the options. Then the conclusion naturally compressed to one.

 

“That vermin must have been caught while plotting something. Then he met with disaster.”

 

“…!”

 

His subordinate had an expression of disbelief, but Geom-ma was certain.

 

That Yasudomma had been dealt with by someone.

 

“Tsk, this complicates things…”

 

But Geom-ma’s expression showed no sympathy or anger.

 

He was merely annoyed by the variables caused by Yasudomma’s sudden absence.

 

‘Those Hobeowon bastards will desperately try to place their disciple in the next Fifth Elder position.’

 

It was said that when two people gather, hierarchy forms, and when three people gather, factions arise.

 

This was the same for the Demonic Cult, which was currently divided into the Ojangryo Faction led by Geom-ma and the Hobeowon Faction led by Daehobeop Guhon Mazeon.

 

In this situation, a vacancy had suddenly occurred in an Elder position.

 

Guhon Mazeon would most likely try to place his person in the vacant Fifth Elder position, and if that happened, it was natural that the Elder faction would weaken.

 

“Hmm…”

 

After pondering for a moment, Geom-ma judged that Yasudomma’s cause of death was important.

 

Depending on how he manipulated and interpreted the cause of death, he could completely push back the Hobeowon Faction’s schemes.

 

“Where did you say his traces were last found?”

 

“Changsha.”

 

“Sadocheon’s territory.”

 

Geom-ma touched the area around his glass prosthetic eye.

 

It was Geom-ma’s habit when deep in thought.

 

But soon a conclusion came quickly.

 

“Send Ssanghyung and Gwirryeongdae to track the Poison Man.”

 

“…!”

 

His subordinate gasped and suppressed his shock.

 

Ssanghyung was Geom-ma’s grand disciple, and Gwirryeongdae was a unit that competed for the top ranks among the Demonic Cult’s combat units.

 

Their deployment meant he would push through regardless of any obstacles.

 

‘I don’t know who messed with the Poison Man, but they won’t even be able to collect their bones.’

 

As his subordinate thought this, Geom-ma’s order fell.

 

“Make sure to bring back the Poison Man’s ‘corpse.'”

 

“I obey!”

 

The moment the conversation seemed to conclude, it became noisy outside.

 

‘What’s this?’

 

Thud thud thud!

 

The clamorous sound gradually drew closer.

 

It seemed they intended to open the door and enter without permission being granted yet.

 

Normally he would immediately cut off their head, but Geom-ma held back for now.

 

Because his instincts were ringing alarm bells loudly.

 

“B-big trouble! Th-there’s an abnormal phenomenon at Sinmagan!!”

 

Indeed, his instincts were correct.

 

“Speak in detail! What happened how!”

 

At his subordinate’s urging, the messenger shouted urgently.

 

“Th-the doors of Sinmagan have begun to open!”

 

“…!”

 

At those words, shock also flickered in Geom-ma’s eyes.

 

It couldn’t be helped.

 

Sinmagan.

 

That place was the secluded training location of Cheonma, the master of all demons.

 

* * *

 

From the office to Sinmagan was roughly a distance of about one meal period on foot.

 

Swoosh!

 

But Geom-ma used his lightness skill with all his might.

 

He had to go out to greet Cheonma before Sinmagan completely opened and Cheonma emerged.

 

In the midst of this, only one thing filled Geom-ma’s mind as he headed to Sinmagan.

 

‘…Master has changed his plans for the first time. What on earth happened?’

 

Cheonma’s words, as if seeing into the future, had never been wrong even once until now.

 

Moreover, Master had never changed his spoken words either.

 

Yet the proclaimed end date of his secluded training still had over a year remaining.

 

That was why Geom-ma was so shocked.

 

‘…Could it be that only I didn’t know?’

 

He worried that perhaps the Master had only told Daehobeop about it.

 

But when he arrived in front of Sinmagan, that worry vanished completely.

 

All five Elders except Dokma, the three Protectors including Daehobeop and the Left and Right Protectors, and even the Inner and Outer Chongwans.

 

All of Magyo’s leadership had gathered, and not a single one among them looked composed.

 

In other words, Cheonma’s sudden emergence from seclusion was an event no one had known about.

 

‘That’s fortunate, but then the reason the Cult Leader ended his seclusion early…’

 

Geom-ma’s thoughts were naturally cut off.

 

Swoooosh!

 

Kwaaaaaa!

 

“!!”

 

“Kugh!!”

 

It was because of the enormous demonic energy that suddenly surged forth.

 

‘Urgh…! Wh-what kind of demonic energy is…!’

 

It wasn’t simply an aura.

 

Cheonma’s demonic energy was itself bondage and oppressive chains.

 

And this applied even to Magyo’s leadership without exception.

 

Rumble!

 

“The door… has opened!”

 

With someone’s cry, the doors of Sinmagan opened completely.

 

And Cheonma emerged.

 

There was no sound.

 

Naturally. He was stepping on the void, not the ground.

 

“Cheonma’s return, all demons prostrate!”

 

“Mado rules All Under Heaven, Singyeo for a thousand years!”

 

The Elders, Protectors, and Chongwans simultaneously knelt and prostrated themselves.

 

Anyone who witnessed this scene would be endlessly shocked.

 

Each of these individuals could go out into Gangho and reign as masters of terror, building mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

 

But now they were trembling like aspen leaves, begging for mercy before the true master of demons.

 

But if one saw Cheonma, this too would seem natural.

 

Swoosh!

 

One step.

 

With just a simple step, enormous demonic energy burst forth from Cheonma’s entire body.

 

Destructive energy capable of reshaping heaven and earth exploded outward.

 

Hwaaaaa-!

 

This was not mere optical illusion or hallucination.

 

Truly destructive momentum that could dominate All Under Heaven and overturn heaven and earth was spreading in all directions.

 

Mountains, rivers, plants, and trees trembled and shed their leaves, while small creatures vanished like snow melting away.

 

Who would dare stand with their head raised before such a Cheonma?

 

Even the greatest demon lords of All Under Heaven would do best to flip over like common street thugs and beg for their lives.

 

“….”

 

Cheonma did not take a second step.

 

Instead, he floated through the void like a ghost, arriving before the Elders.

 

And slowly lowered his gaze.

 

As if checking whether the numbers were correct.

 

‘…Damn.’

 

Cold sweat trickled down Geom-ma’s back.

 

His mind went completely blank.

 

Could it be that he was angry because Dokma’s seat was empty?

 

He had rushed here without even preparing countermeasures.

 

As Geom-ma thought this, Cheonma moved again toward the center.

 

He said nothing.

 

That became an even greater terror, constricting Geom-ma’s heart.

 

“The heavenly energy has changed.”

 

Cheonma spoke as if casually tossing out the words.

 

The statement was so sudden and its content so unexpected that everyone wore bewildered expressions.

 

“The great plan will be accelerated.”

 

“!!”

 

The second bombshell exploded.

 

This time, no one had misheard.

 

Rather, they had heard it clearly.

 

The words about accelerating the great plan.

 

‘What on earth is happening?’

 

‘…The heavenly energy has changed? But why?’

 

At Cheonma’s sudden declaration, Geom-ma and Daehobeop fell into great shock.

 

Their worst fears had become reality.

 

The future that Cheonma had foreseen had been overturned.

 

And because of that, he had decided to modify even the great plan, which was why the Master had emerged during his seclusion.

 

“Master, but why change the plan….”

 

Unlike Geom-ma and Daehobeop who understood, not everyone comprehended.

 

The moment one of the Elders, Gireanhyeolgoe, cautiously raised a question.

 

Pop!

 

“…!”

 

Suddenly, Gireanhyeolgoe’s head exploded.

 

It was merely a glance.

 

Cheonma had blown away an Elder’s head with just a look.

 

Splat…!

 

As brain matter, bone fragments, and flesh scattered down, and Gireanhyeolgoe’s headless body collapsed, everyone was drenched in terror.

 

That sight could become their own future.

 

It was truly a horrific carnage, but no one harbored any complaints.

 

Questioning the Master’s will was itself a death sentence.

 

“W-we will establish all new plans and present them to the Master.”

 

When Naechongwan barely managed to speak with a trembling voice, Cheonma displayed his divine skill once again.

 

Grrrr-!

 

With a single gesture, stones shot up from the floor and an invisible blade carved into the rock.

 

It was truly a formless sword technique of the highest level.

 

If Cheonma set his mind to it, everyone present would become ghosts before they could even resist once.

 

The formless sword carved a deep, round groove into the floor where it had struck.

 

“The moment this place fills with blood, I will emerge again.”

 

“…!!”

 

Then Cheonma turned his back.

 

As if his business was completely finished.

 

“Long live Singyeo!!”

 

“Long live Singyeo!!”

 

The Elders and Protectors remained prostrated while chanting long life, but Cheonma entered Sinmagan again without a single glance.

 

No one saw his retreating figure, but if they had, they would have been unable to close their mouths.

 

Cheonma’s body was writhing bizarrely.

 

Something that even clothes couldn’t conceal was writhing within him.

 

Thud-!

 

As Cheonma entered Sinmagan and lightly brushed his body, the writhing subsided.

 

Cheonma controlled his still incomplete flesh with an indifferent expression, then muttered quietly.

 

“…Where are you, Defier of Heaven?”

 

It was a voice no one could hear.

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