The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 70

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

 

Chapter 70

 

Whoooosh!

 

The sound of cool wind can be heard.

 

Normally he would enjoy the wind brushing against his face, but not now.

 

Right now, Jeok-un was falling.

 

‘Good, as expected the entrance is exactly the same as before my regression.’

 

From the deck, that is, the surface of Ghost Ship Island, Jeok-un had stepped on the true angle to create a new passage.

 

Even though quite some time had passed since he threw his body through there, he still hadn’t reached the bottom.

 

That made sense, since Ghost Ship Island was a graveyard of ships destroyed and sunk in the Poyangho great battle.

 

Since it was originally overwhelming in size and scale, if he fell he would die crushed to pulp from the impact.

 

But even while falling, Jeok-un was extremely relaxed.

 

‘I was surprised the first time, but would I be surprised experiencing it twice?’

 

Because Jeok-un had experienced all of this before.

 

In fact, the test should be considered to have started from the moment he set foot on Ghost Ship Island.

 

In this graveyard of ships that deceived the eyes, only those who found the correct entrance could proceed to the next stage.

 

Yes, the ‘correct’ entrance.

 

You couldn’t proceed to the next stage just by drilling a hole anywhere.

 

You had to accurately destroy the point where the true door existed to enter the next stage, so in the past he had suffered tremendously.

 

‘What a vicious test. To think the place where the rift falls is the true door.’

 

It was a test made targeting exactly the blind spot under the lamp.

 

Before his regression, not knowing this, he had searched all over that massive graveyard of warships.

 

But this time, knowing the exact location, he could enter directly.

 

Thud-!

 

At that moment, he reached the bottom with a tremendous impact sound.

 

Thud.

 

Landing easily and getting into position, Jeok-un looked around.

 

The interior of a ship that had rotted and decayed from being submerged in water for long years was visible.

 

A maze-like environment with structures that made one dizzy just looking at them.

 

Moreover, the stench of rotten water was so strong it seemed like his nose would go numb.

 

That wasn’t all. When his shoes touched the green liquid he had seen on Ghost Ship Island earlier, a liquid that looked disgusting just to see.

 

Sizzle…!

 

His leather shoes were instantly corroded away by the poison.

 

“Damn, I just bought these recently.”

 

Though he became barefoot, Jeok-un didn’t mind.

 

He had experienced many dirty and disgusting battlefields.

 

The poison might be a problem for others, but not for Jeok-un.

 

Jeok-un was immune to almost all poisons and death energy.

 

“…”

 

Then, Jeok-un raised his head to look at the ceiling.

 

A place where only pitch-black darkness existed.

 

Probably above there was a ceiling, and the hole he had just fallen through.

 

Of course, it would have been restored so that even traces of destruction had disappeared.

 

Thinking of this, Jeok-un’s eyes became slightly wistful.

 

It was because he recalled the opponent he had encountered before falling here, Heo I-gyeom.

 

“I never imagined I’d meet that guy in this place…”

 

It was a connection from before his regression.

 

A guy he had truly wanted to see.

 

Someone with whom he had built friendship and memories while crossing the line between life and death.

 

At the same time, someone he had parted with so sadly…

 

-This official is Supervisor Heo in charge of the seventy-eight divisions of the Eastern Depot. I am executing orders received from Changkong Elder.

 

Though the guy had introduced himself that way, Jeok-un knew.

 

That man wasn’t surnamed Heo.

 

“Did you add ‘o’ after the character ‘eon’ to become Heo?”

 

His real name was Eon Igyeom.

 

Long ago, the last descendant of the prestigious orthodox sect Jinzhu Eon Clan that was exterminated after being framed.

 

Before his regression, like Hyeol-hu Hae-yeon, one of the Heuk-cheon Sa-ju who assisted Jeok-un from close by.

 

Precisely, he was Heuk-juk (Black Bamboo) Heuk-cheon Si-ju (Black Heaven Corpse Lord) Eon Igyeom.

 

“You must have obtained traces of the divine weapon at Jeokbyeok.”

 

Yes, if it was you, that would have been possible.

 

Eon Igyeom probably found clues at Jeokbyeok where he had obtained the first divine object while at the Eastern Depot, and used sorcery to approach this place.

 

The sorcery he had used before regression to help Jeok-un obtain the seven divine weapons.

 

But he didn’t need to worry at all about that guy escaping this place and taking other divine weapons first.

 

‘Just coming to this place is a miracle close to heavenly fortune. Now the byproducts of Jeokbyeok used as materials for sorcery would have disappeared too. Without me helping condense the energy emitted by the divine weapons like before regression, it would just be futile effort.’

 

Though he explained it in a complicated way, it simply meant that tracking divine weapons afterward was impossible.

 

Jeok-un felt strange.

 

Seeing how they miraculously met through the manifestation of sorcery, fate truly seemed like destiny.

 

Rumble!

 

Then, space shook.

 

As if alive, shaking up and down, left and right, it seemed truly alive.

 

At the same time, it seemed to warn that danger was approaching.

 

‘There’s no need to force a connection.’

 

Even with that warning, Jeok-un’s contemplation showed no sign of ending.

 

‘That guy is very wary, so approaching rashly would rather cause harm in the future.’

 

But that didn’t mean he planned to just sit still and do nothing.

 

Though Eon Igyeom might not know, his position within the Eastern Depot was very precarious.

 

He planned to extract him from the Eastern Depot before he fell into trouble and became endangered.

 

But even if he told him this now, there was no way Eon Igyeom would understand, and the possibility he would believe it was even less.

 

‘I-gyeom is as cautious and suspicious as Hae-yeon. I’ll have to carefully draw the groundwork step by step.’

 

So he deliberately cut the guy off.

 

At the same time, he also gave him a small gift.

 

Before regression, he had met Eon Igyeom several years from now.

 

But just because it was the current Eon Igyeom, didn’t mean he couldn’t handle the monsters.

 

He might struggle, but he wouldn’t fall into a dangerous situation.

 

‘With the power that guy possesses, he should be able to handle it sufficiently.’

 

The countless corpses and skeletons that had been lying on the deck.

 

That was Eon Igyeom’s greatest power.

 

Rumble…!

 

Space shook again.

 

As if shouting whether he would still remain still, Jeok-un organized his thoughts and awakened from his contemplation.

 

‘Anyway, since I left hints about the Eon family’s divine object, that guy will come looking for me on his own.’

 

Just before entering this place, the divine object of the Eon family he had mentioned.

 

Eon Igyeom was searching for divine objects to revive the Jinzhu Eon Clan.

 

Moreover, since he had mentioned both that guy’s identity and the divine object, even if he stayed still, Eon Igyeom would surely come looking for him.

 

‘Well then, let’s postpone the moment of reunion until then.’

 

Jeok-un’s eyes lit up as he began to move.

 

“First, let’s deal with this place.”

 

As if he absolutely wouldn’t let anything reach where the divine object was.

 

An endlessly spread maze came into view.

 

Now it was time to break through this place and obtain the second Paegunjichinggi.

 

* * *

 

‘First, the things meant to filter out intruders who don’t measure up are exactly the same as before my regression.’

 

The first filter the rift created was poison.

 

This entire area was filled with acid and toxins strong enough to corrode even shoes away.

 

Especially ordinary people would focus on the poison water spread below and try to prepare only for that.

 

But the real test was the poison fog .

 

Just by breathing, one would be poisoned by the toxic mist without knowing it.

 

“Even so, it’s only slightly stronger than Tang Meng’s poison.”

 

That’s why the poison didn’t affect him at all.

 

The fact that he was fine even after being hit by Tang Meng’s Poison Origin Blood Flow technique earlier proved this was resolved.

 

As explained many times, poison techniques couldn’t harm Jeok-un, who wielded the power of stars, due to compatibility.

 

-You sacrificed us and survived alone!

 

-Coward! I’ll never forgive you!

 

Ignoring the poison and moving forward, he heard someone’s shouts.

 

Sobbing, screaming, pleading…

 

The voices were varied, and what they said was all over the place.

 

But the intention was one.

 

To stimulate mental trauma and collapse the mind.

 

This was the second filter.

 

However.

 

Swoosh!

 

When Jeok-un used Nokjon’s power, all the voices disappeared completely.

 

As if they had never existed in the first place.

 

“Get lost, you bastards. I even blocked the bullshit that Cheonma bastard used to spread. You think this crap will work on me?”

 

What was incompatible with Nokjon’s power that disperses all forces was mental-type evil techniques including soul-stealing arts that shake the mind.

 

As seen now, it could be broken more easily than poison techniques.

 

“Then what’s left now…”

 

Just one thing.

 

Finding the proper path in this endlessly sprawling vast graveyard of ships.

 

“Only the maze, but it’s funny that this is the easiest.”

 

The method to break through this had already been shown once at Jegal Sega.

 

Grin.

 

Jeok-un smiled slyly and began to lightly warm up his body.

 

After thoroughly loosening up his arms, legs, and every part of his body, Jeok-un soon took the stance of a certain martial art.

 

“Now, Hwang-no. Let me confirm if the movement technique you taught me is truly the best under heaven.”

 

It was the Ghost Step .

 

The movement technique that led Hwang-no to become the greatest assassin under heaven.

 

It was also the martial art Jeok-un obtained in exchange for resolving Hwang-no’s old grudge .

 

-Hmm, how curious…

 

-What is?

 

In the past, Hwang-no had tilted his head while teaching Jeok-un.

 

-Compared to the martial arts you possess, Daeju, your movement technique level is trivial… no, somewhat lacking.

 

-Ah, I killed everyone who acted cocky in front of me even with just this level!

 

Jeok-un got angry, but soon couldn’t say anything.

 

Hwang-no’s demonstration of Ghost Step before his eyes was truly like a ghost as the name suggested.

 

That’s why Jeok-un practiced Ghost Step whenever he had time.

 

Even on the way to Tongseong County, and on the way from Tongseong County to this Poyangho.

 

As a result, he judged it was now refined enough to use in actual combat.

 

Thud!

 

Thud!

 

With each of Jeok-un’s steps, afterimages seemed to appear like ghosts.

 

This was due to Jeok-un’s temperament.

 

While Hwang-no’s Ghost Step focused on stealthy approach for assassination.

 

Jeok-un’s will and temperament lay elsewhere.

 

Not stealthily eliminating enemies.

 

‘Steps where the dead mercilessly ravage the living.’

 

Demonstrating steps that make the living envy the dead.

 

That was Jeok-un’s Ghost Step.

 

The moment he thought that resolve was manifested inside and outside his body.

 

Whoosh!

 

Jeok-un stepped forward and charged.

 

His target was straight ahead.

 

That place wasn’t a passage shrouded in darkness, but a massive wall.

 

Ghost Step.

 

First Form.

 

Lingering Spirit Body .

 

No sound of breaking through air, no sound at all.

 

As if sound had been turned off.

 

Anyone watching would instinctively step back from the sense of wrongness.

 

There was movement, but no sound whatsoever.

 

Truly ghost-like footwork.

 

However.

 

BOOOOOOM-!

 

Wherever Jeok-un’s steps landed, massive explosion sounds erupted.

 

Crash!

 

After that, only debris remained.

 

Of course, Jeok-un’s main body had already moved away.

 

Poison-covered debris poured down aiming for the culprit.

 

But nothing could reach Jeok-un.

 

“Wahahahaha! This completely relieves my fatigue!”

 

Crash!

 

BOOM!

 

All the way to where the divine object was, smashing everything that blocked his path.

 

Jeok-un literally advanced destructively.

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