The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 88
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Evil Hegemon Martial God
Chapter 88
Silence descended.
No one could have imagined that the Seollyeon Hoeju, who had been the subject of their meeting, would actually appear here.
“…Are you truly the Seollyeon Hoeju?”
Domok-san asked back.
While everyone else was silent in shock, he alone maintained his composure.
It was thanks to living as a salt merchant and becoming accustomed to the dirty and petty fights characteristic of Heukdo.
“That’s right. Do you have something stuck in your ears? I need to explain twice for you to understand.”
“How dare this lowly bastard speak to Bunta-ju like that…!”
Someone burst out in rage. But at the same time.
Crack-!
The unnamed Bunpa-won of Hyeollyeom-bang’s Changsha branch had his head explode, spilling brains as he collapsed to the ground.
“Hi, hiiik!”
“…!”
All the Bunpa-won stiffened.
In the rigid and murderous atmosphere, Jeok-un’s voice echoed.
“Ah, I really don’t like it when people talk back to me.”
Heheh.
The lips hidden behind the human skin mask twisted in a grotesque and cruel manner.
Shing!
Clang-!
Everyone drew their weapons.
From ordinary longswords to saw-like weapons, in this truly explosive situation.
‘Hmm. Most are around peak level, a few are super-peak, basically vermin. The Bunta-ju, that guy is…’
Jeok-un habitually assessed his enemies’ levels without any tension.
Hyeollyeom-bang Changsha Bunta-ju, Domok-san.
That guy’s level was unexpectedly quite high.
He was at the early stage of Hwagyeong.
For vermin who just deal with salt, quite impressive martial prowess.
However, it didn’t particularly matter.
‘Since I don’t plan to let any of them live anyway.’
Shing…!
Jeok-un also drew Wol-ha.
Seeing this, Domok-san also twisted his lips upward.
“You crazy bastard…! Going mad without knowing your place!”
Whoosh!
A faint air current swirled around the meeting room.
It was a phenomenon created by the energy wave Domok-san released.
Seeing this, the Blood Purification Agents also had their morale soar.
“Don’t kill him, make sure to capture him alive. We need to find out about their base. Tearing his body apart comes after that.”
“Yes!!”
“Capture that man!!”
As soon as Domok-san’s order fell, the Blood Purification Agents rushed at Jeok-un.
Whizz!!
Swoosh!
With the sound of cutting through air, countless iron chains flew like a downpour.
They were none other than Blood Hooks.
Blood Hooks were a type of lasso weapon that could be thrown and retrieved, characterized by iron chain hooks at the end.
“How do you like the taste of Blood Hooks, bastard!”
“Bind his feet first! We need to capture him!”
These hooks had special mechanisms attached, where locking devices would activate the moment they touched a target, making the hooks dig into the target.
As this shows, Blood Hooks were mainly used for snatching objects or capturing opponents alive.
With not just one or two but dozens of people throwing them, it was like a net being cast.
Blood Hooks, as mentioned earlier, had special devices attached.
Since craftsmen had to assemble them one by one using springs and such, they were very expensive equipment.
The fact that they were throwing dozens of them showed that these guys didn’t spare money in combat.
It truly felt like salt merchants fighting with money.
However, Jeok-un didn’t like this behavior of Hyeollyeom-bang.
‘Fighting like those rootless bastards of the Dang Family.’
Even while Jeok-un was thinking this, the Blood Hooks bit into him.
Clatter!
In an instant, Jeok-un became like a mummy with his entire body wrapped tightly in iron chain bandages.
“Got him!”
“Hahaha! What a stupid fool!”
Seeing this, the Blood Purification Agents all burst into mocking laughter.
Once caught by Blood Hooks, one would have to give up chunks of flesh to tear them off.
So it wasn’t strange for them to be confident of victory.
However, that was only temporary.
Whoosh!
Hiss!
“Huh…?”
Someone let out a strange gasp.
Because some kind of energy was pouring out from the guy who should have been bleeding and suffering.
“…!”
“Wh, what…? Kugh!”
Crack!
At the same time, the iron chains began turning pure white.
It was like a plague.
Especially in how everything happened in the blink of an eye.
“H, how…!”
Panicked voices erupted from everywhere.
But the real thing was just beginning.
“M, my, my hand…?”
“My hand won’t let go!!”
The Blood Purification Agents tried to release their hands and drop the chains.
But the chains wouldn’t fall as if stuck to their palms.
“Kyaaaah!!”
Now the cold energy began penetrating not just the surface of the chains, but traveling up the chains themselves into their palms.
“Kugh, kughgh…!”
“Cough, cough…!”
Is this what it would feel like if blood froze?
The Blood Purification Agents trembled all over before spewing blood from their eyes, nose, and ears indiscriminately.
Frozen capillaries had burst, pouring out blood.
Drip-
The blood that flowed outside their bodies also froze before long.
“Save…”
They couldn’t even properly say “save me.”
No, they couldn’t.
Their skin had already turned blue-black, and their tongues wouldn’t move.
Then their eyes soon went blank, and one by one they either bowed their heads.
Thud-
Or collapsed and died on the spot.
‘Wh-what is this?!’
Domok-san’s eyes widened in shock.
His composed demeanor from moments before had completely vanished.
He had never expected or imagined such a situation.
Wooooong!
Kwaaaaang!
Then, with a thunderous roar, chains burst forth.
Jeok-un had simply blown apart the Blood Red Chains that bound his body entirely.
Naturally, Jeok-un only had his clothes slightly torn, without a single scratch on him.
“This is why ice techniques are great. Perfect for sweeping away vermin in one swift strike.”
“…!!”
A fierce yet satisfied smile hung on Jeok-un’s lips.
After consuming Bing Bai Wu Di’s Yin Cold Energy, this was his first time using it.
The results were extremely satisfying.
“Not coming in? Then I guess I’ll have to come to you.”
With those words, Jeok-un executed his movement technique.
Kwaaang-!
In an instant, the distance that existed became nothing.
“Kuhek…!”
The nearest executive-level member died.
“St-stop him!!! Kill him!!”
Domok-san’s orders changed.
Just moments ago, he had been confident about capturing him alive.
“Kill him!”
“Don’t get close! Just pour out the hidden weapons!”
Now he realized it was impossible.
To capture that monster, they might have to give up not just a limb, but his head.
‘Damn it, this could become a dagger that stabs our own allies!’
Domok-san pushed the executives and ordinary disciples forward while pulling hidden weapons from his chest.
It was the Power-Draining Powder.
Among the martial arts poisons, it was an exceptional poison ranked just below the legendary Immortal’s Ruin, considered the finest.
“Yeah, doesn’t work.”
The Power-Draining Powder was useless against Jeok-un.
Instead, Jeok-un executed an even greater movement technique and charged directly at Domok-san.
“…!”
Domok-san was greatly alarmed and pulled his body back, but he couldn’t completely escape Wol-ha’s sword range.
‘Ugh…!’
He wasn’t even directly hit by the sword, merely being within the sword’s range caused this much damage.
‘A master of this caliber is the guild leader of Seollyeon Guild?!’
Where did such a master of completely different level suddenly emerge from?
This was absurd!
Domok-san was on the verge of going mad with injustice.
But this was nothing more than receiving retribution for the karma he had accumulated.
Domok-san had also built his wealth and glory by trampling on common people who knew no martial arts.
Swoooosh-!
Another energy wave flew in.
Or was it sword energy?
He couldn’t tell what it was. But he had to dodge it.
Kakakak-!
The faint sword energy left wounds on the wall.
Would it feel like this if the legendary Taotie clawed at the wall?
Domok-san felt his hair standing on end.
‘I-I’ll have to use Crane’s Crest Red.’
The most extreme of extreme poisons, Crane’s Crest Red.
The reason Domok-san hadn’t used this yet was simple.
If he made even the slightest mistake while handling the poison, he would die from the Crane’s Crest Red himself.
But perhaps his concentration was at its peak in the face of death?
“Die!”
Domok-san sprinkled the Crane’s Crest Red on Jeok-un without making even the tiniest mistake.
“Ugh, ptui. I told you it doesn’t work.”
“…!”
Once again, he faced an incomprehensible situation.
‘What the hell kind of guy is he?!’
Power-Draining Powder was one thing, but even Crane’s Crest Red?
It wasn’t like he was some legendary being immune to all poisons – this made no sense.
Yet Jeok-un truly seemed to suffer no damage whatsoever.
“You little vermin, where do you think you’re running?”
“Aaaaah!!”
“Run away! That guy is a monster!”
“Kugh! Kkugh!”
The Blood Purification Agents who were trying to flee to preserve their lives were still dying right before his eyes.
Their necks and napes were separated or split.
Or they died for other reasons.
But the bloodstains weren’t too profuse.
Every time Wol-ha went wild, the blood from the wounds froze solid.
Woooong…!
Suddenly, Il-cheon strapped to Jeok-un’s back resonated.
Jeok-un chuckled at Il-cheon displaying jealousy over favoritism.
‘Wait just a little. A gift for you will soon be in my hands too.’
Thus Jeok-un pacified Il-cheon while eliminating all survivors of Hyeollyeom-bang.
Now only one person remained.
Domok-san, who could be said to be half-dead.
“Die-!”
Then, Domok-san fired his trump card, the Soul-Chasing Arrow.
The Soul-Chasing Arrow was a needle tube filled with feather needles.
Naturally, the feather needles were coated with extreme poison and numbered in the thousands, making it a one-hit-kill hidden weapon for anyone within range.
“How annoyingly persistent.”
“Im-impossible. H-how??”
Tititiing!!
Not a single hidden weapon from the Soul-Chasing Arrow could pierce Jeok-un’s skin.
Some stuck to his clothes like dandelion seeds, while most simply fell to the ground.
“You should have just joined the Dang Family instead. Being a family without foundation, they would have accepted vermin like you.”
“Aaaaah!! St-stop! Don’t come closer!!”
Domok-san, who had fallen flat, struggled desperately to get away from Jeok-un.
“The Imperial Palace backs us! The ‘Second Prince’ protects us!! If you kill me, you become a traitor! Yes, you’ll become a traitor!!”
Click.
At the mention of the Second Prince, Jeok-un suddenly stopped walking.
‘It worked, it worked!’
Hope that he could survive flashed in Domok-san’s eyes as he saw that.
“The Imperial Palace.”
“Th-that’s right. Even you wouldn’t dare think of making an enemy of the Imperial Family…!”
“But being a traitor, that wasn’t much of a big deal, was it?”
“What…?”
Domok-san unconsciously made a dumbfounded expression.
If being a traitor wasn’t a big deal, did that mean he had already been one before?
The moment Domok-san stupidly asked back.
Swoosh-!
“Kugh, gugh…!”
Wol-ha, whose movement couldn’t even be seen, pierced through Domok-san’s throat.
Thud-
Domok-san collapsed while clutching his throat.
He might survive if he could stop the bleeding.
He concentrated all his energy, but.
“As if that would work.”
The yin-cold energy wickedly interfered with all his attempts.
“Hmm, let’s see what useful things there might be.”
Jeok-un searched through the man’s belongings, not caring whether Domok-san was writhing in pain and despair as he died.
He was looking to see if there was any evidence related to the Second Prince and Hyeol-yeom-bang that the man had mentioned.
“Oh, what’s this?”
A strange light appeared in Jeok-un’s eyes as he discovered something.
A small bamboo piece with a single character ‘Black ‘ written on it.
It was a familiar item.
‘To think I’d obtain an entry ticket to the Black Market like this.’
A deep smile appeared on Jeok-un’s lips at this unexpected spoil of war.
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