The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 71

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

 

Chapter 71

 

It felt like awakening from a long slumber.

 

Indeed, the Sinmul had been sleeping for a long time.

 

However, it had no choice but to wake up.

 

-Someone is there.

 

Because it could feel something approaching.

 

That sensation felt hazy, as if dreams and reality were mixed together.

 

The Sinmul felt even more displeased.

 

But that was only for a moment.

 

-I can feel an aura.

 

The Sinmul harbored a small hope.

 

If what was approaching now was its Master.

 

If the Master was keeping the promise to come someday.

 

The moment it thought to play the lute to welcome its Master.

 

-It is not the Master.

 

The Sinmul judged.

 

The being approaching now was not its Master.

 

The Master’s aura always burned like the sun.

 

Though the intruder approaching now also possessed an aura.

 

Compared to the Master, it would not be an exaggeration to say it was like the sun and a firefly.

 

Such weak and feeble heat only made its mood worse.

 

-Unqualified one. How dare you wake me.

 

The Sinmul was enraged.

 

Its master was only the Master.

 

-With death. You shall pay the price.

 

Yes. Its master, the one who was qualified.

 

Was only the Master.

 

The Sinmul steeled its resolve and recalled the final moment with its Master, which it had repeated for eons.

 

[Wait. Your master will surely return.]

 

So the Sinmul waited.

 

The Master had never told it a single lie.

 

And it was such a Master’s loyal subordinate.

 

Following the Master’s command to return.

 

It waited through countless years.

 

In spring when all things stirred with life, it harbored hope of reuniting with its Master.

 

On summer days when yang energy filled the heavens, it endured by thinking of its sun-like Master.

 

Through autumn when grains and fruits ripened, and when cold, bitter winter came.

 

The Sinmul’s heart also seemed to freeze and tear into a thousand, ten thousand pieces.

 

But the Sinmul’s heart did not break, and at the awakening of insects, it harbored hope again.

 

It was time like eons that it had waited this way.

 

-A pretender.

 

Therefore, the Sinmul was even more enraged.

 

Because it felt as if its sorrow, that boundless grief, was being mocked.

 

As the Sinmul thought this and wrapped the barrier around itself even thicker.

 

Kurrrrrr!

 

Kwagagaga!

 

-…!

 

Tremendous explosions and vibrations burst forth continuously.

 

The Maze and Labyrinth was a place to eliminate those who were not the master, intruders who showed greed without qualification.

 

Therefore, the intruder who dared to deceive it should have fallen into the labyrinth and withered away.

 

Strangely, it did not disappear.

 

Moreover, it was felt more and more clearly.

 

The intruder’s aura first detected was nothing more than a very small flame.

 

If compared to size, would it be about a candle?

 

But the intruder’s aura, which was merely a candle, instantly grew in momentum.

 

Like a snowball rolling down a snowy mountain and growing in size.

 

In the blink of an eye, it continued to grow.

 

The aura that was about the size of a candle soon became like a torch, then grew large enough to feel like a wildfire.

 

-It is difficult to understand.

 

The Sinmul was confused.

 

Since confining itself in the Rift, this was the first time such a situation had occurred.

 

However, the confusing situation had not yet ended.

 

Kwaaaaang!

 

Kwagagaga!

 

The explosions and vibrations were getting closer.

 

Moreover, from the source of the aura.

 

To this place where it was located.

 

The wildfire-like aura moved in a straight line.

 

Destroying everything in its path.

 

-An impossible thing. What?

 

Though the Sinmul had long confined itself in the Rift, it had never experienced such a thing even once.

 

As the Sinmul was seriously contemplating how to deal with this situation.

 

Kwaaaaang!

 

With an explosion, the entire space shook.

 

The wall made of ship fragments in the depths where the Sinmul was positioned had exploded.

 

Due to the aftermath of that explosion, debris and dust clouds scattered.

 

However, because it was laden with the moisture of poisonous liquid, the dust cloud quickly settled.

 

Cheocheok.

 

A man revealed himself.

 

“This body’s entrance!”

 

The man, Jeok-un, looked at the Sinmul and shouted triumphantly.

 

* * *

 

Ghost Step was certainly a movement technique worthy of competing for the best under heaven.

 

It took less than half a hour to traverse all these labyrinth-like streets piled up in layers.

 

The only drawback was just one thing.

 

“Ehei, look how dirty my clothes got.”

 

From breaking through numerous walls, Jeok-un’s clothes were torn here and there with dust settled on them.

 

Jeok-un brushed off the dust on his clothes and soon raised his head to look ahead.

 

There, ahead, was the object he had been aiming for.

 

“Oh, it’s just as expected.”

 

A space so vast that an entire ship could fit inside and still have room to spare.

 

The dim light of dawn seeped through the cracks in the walls.

 

Though it was a slender beam of light, it was enough to fill the cavity.

 

Especially to perceive the Sinmul positioned in the void, this much was sufficient.

 

‘Just as I remember it.’

 

It was exactly the same as Il-cheon and Wol-ha.

 

Two jet-black bands floated in the void.

 

At first glance, they looked like the silk scarves that women wear, or like living, moving snakes, or from another angle, like a fairy’s feathered robe.

 

Uuuung!

 

Wooong-!

 

And he felt a familiar energy.

 

The immense energy emanating from the divine artifact.

 

Just as flowing water accumulates sand and soil to form hills and mounds.

 

Time had further enhanced the originally powerful divine artifact’s energy.

 

‘Almost like a martial artist who has reached Hyeon-gyeong. Truly an overwhelming presence.’

 

It was such powerful energy that his skin tingled.

 

As Jeok-un quietly gazed at the divine artifact he had encountered again after so long.

 

-Go back. You who lack qualification.

 

The divine artifact’s warning echoed in his ears.

 

Though the emotion was dry, he could feel a magnificent aura.

 

Just as the energy had been before, the divine artifact before his eyes possessed self-awareness and contained power great enough to express its will through energy.

 

That energy contained hostility.

 

Even Jeok-un, facing it, was slightly shaken.

 

“Are you crazy? What do you mean go back? I went through all kinds of hell to get here.”

 

Jeok-un snorted and retorted.

 

-You are not my master.

 

Was it provoked by the mockery, or because he had refused its words?

 

Deeper anger filled the divine artifact’s voice.

 

Woooong!

 

As if that anger was no joke, even greater power was felt.

 

Its intention was also clearly felt.

 

If words wouldn’t work, it would forcibly drive him out.

 

Jeok-un slightly frowned as he observed the divine artifact’s reaction.

 

‘Hmm, the resistance is fiercer than before my regression?’

 

It seemed to have been provoked by Eon Igyeom, who had entered before him.

 

This was true. Though Jeok-un didn’t know it, Eon Igyeom had entered three days earlier and thoroughly searched Ghost Ship Island, getting on the divine artifact’s nerves.

 

‘I’ll have to make him pay dearly when we meet again later.’

 

Jeok-un, adding another debt to Eon Igyeom’s account, soon pushed that fact aside and focused on the present.

 

Step.

 

Jeok-un took a step forward with determination.

 

At the same time, he repeated the first words he had spoken before his regression.

 

“Your master died long ago, so why are you being so pathetically stubborn?”

 

There was no way it wouldn’t know that.

 

Jeok-un said this while thinking of the divine artifact’s identity.

 

An ancient ancestor connected by bloodline.

 

The King of Western Chu, Hang-jeok, had one close friend who shared all battlefields with him.

 

“The Hegemon’s royal horse, Ochu.”

 

There was a beauty named Yu who was always favored and followed him, and a fine horse named Chu that he always rode.

 

, , , .

 

– From “Records of the Grand Historian,” “Annals of Xiang Yu”

 

The second of the Paegunjichinggi.

 

Flying Wing Swift, Ochu.

 

This was the divine artifact’s name.

 

-How dare-!

 

Ochu spat out intense fury.

 

Was it because he called its name, or because he spoke of the fact that its master had died?

 

Whatever it was, what remained unchanged was that Ochu was enraged.

 

Kwarrrrrr!

 

Kwagaga!

 

But even while facing Ochu’s angry momentum, Jeok-un didn’t step back even once.

 

“Is it hard to accept reality, so you’re deliberately turning away and running? Is that what you want to do?”

 

-Shut up!

 

“Face it properly. And realize it. Your master is dead.”

 

-I said shut up!!

 

Ochu’s anger was not mere bluffing.

 

As mentioned before, Ochu was a divine artifact with self-awareness.

 

Whoosh!

 

The momentum Ochu unleashed was truly like Mount Tai, crushing down on Jeok-un like a meteor from the sky.

 

Under the pouring energy waves, scratches began appearing on Jeok-un’s body one by one.

 

Though his entire body was being twisted and the pain of his energy and blood being distorted assaulted Jeok-un.

 

Jeok-un opened his mouth without changing his expression at all.

 

“But the will remains.”

 

Whoooosh!

 

The moment he opened his mouth, Jeok-un unleashed Paecheon Singi.

 

At the same time, Jeok-un opened the power of the stars.

 

The star of enhancement, Tamrang.

 

The star of reduction, Geomun.

 

The star of control, Nokjon.

 

The power of the three stars shone in sequence and poured out from Jeok-un.

 

-That power is.

 

This was a power Ochu could not fail to recognize.

 

It was the source possessed by the King of Western Chu, Hang-jeok.

 

Ochu was considerably flustered.

 

As evidence, the energy that had been strangling Jeok-un like a python became slightly disturbed.

 

Jeok-un didn’t miss that moment and continued speaking.

 

“And that will has been passed down to me.”

 

-…!!

 

“Be grateful. Now I will become your new master.”

 

Sssssss…!

 

The pouring energy shook even more violently.

 

This was proof that Ochu couldn’t grasp how to accept the current situation.

 

This was because of the energy before its eyes.

 

Though it might be weak, the source of that power closely resembled its lord.

 

Not its master.

 

But a being that reminded it of its master.

 

Was that the reason?

 

In Ochu’s reason, the words Jeok-un had left echoed endlessly.

 

-The will has been passed down.

 

And why was it?

 

That the final message its master had left arose in Ochu’s reason.

 

[Wait. Your master will surely return.]

 

The master’s promise that he would surely return.

 

The master didn’t say ‘I’ would return.

 

He said ‘the master’ would return.

 

-…Was that so.

 

Was this what the master’s last words meant….

 

The moment Ochu’s thoughts reached this point, the energy that had been oppressing Jeok-un disappeared without a trace.

 

In a space that was peaceful and quiet, just as when it first appeared.

 

-What do you desire?

 

Ochu asked.

 

To that question, Jeok-un curled up the corners of his mouth in a grin and answered.

 

“What your master, and my ancestor, could not achieve.”

 

The inherited will.

 

His own dream.

 

“Domination of All Under Heaven.”

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