The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27
Episode 27
The moment the system message appears, the goblin horde collides with my Undead.
The result is no different from before.
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
“Shriek!”
“Shrieeeek!”
Agonized screams erupt from all sides as the goblins caught in the vortex of the Returning Heaven Eight Trigrams Formation begin to shatter like grain pulverized in a mill.
Over a hundred vanish in the first collision alone.
Powerful.
My Undead have grown stronger—noticeably, tangibly so.
So this is the power of the Imperial Throne Palanquin?
I grind through the goblin army in a single sweep.
Countless corpses spring forth.
Snap!
They rise immediately under Corpse Lord’s Majesty, becoming new Undead that join the Returning Heaven Eight Trigrams Formation.
And on the other side—are any of my Undead destroyed, rendered helpless?
No. Not one.
Through the power of Muui and the Palanquin, not a single one was destroyed while I obliterated hundreds of the enemy in one stroke!
Satisfying.
“This is insane…….”
“Is that something a person can even do?”
“The Undead army just keeps growing…….”
From inside the Earth Wall, other Hunters gaze on in shock.
Wait—I told those fools to guard the other side. What are they doing?
Sigh. Those Hunters. What exactly are they thinking?
“They really don’t listen worth a damn.”
A sigh and muttering escape before I can stop them.
-Hunters switched to spectator mode!
-How are we supposed to resist watching this lolol
-Leveling up or Ore Mining doesn’t compare to seeing this firsthand!
-Shi Ling Wu Cun is sighing lolol
I exhale slowly, crossing my legs casually as I sit upon the Imperial Throne Palanquin.
The Hunters watching are grinding on my nerves a bit.
But separate from that, the goblins are being crushed quite satisfyingly.
This is excellent.
Last time I crudely rigged up a palanquin by smashing a cart to pieces.
But this time, with a proper Imperial Throne Palanquin, there’s no swaying, and the view is perfect.
Moreover, the White Bone Palanquin Base is enchanted with Necromantic Power Utilization, so my Necromantic Mana consumption is reduced.
Though I’m not actually using any necromancer skills right now.
Perfect for Ore Mining.
Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch!
“Shrieeeek!”
“Shriek!”
The screams continue without end.
The vortex of the Returning Heaven Eight Trigrams Formation does not falter.
One thousand.
A thousand goblin warriors.
To my perception, in mere minutes.
Crushed and scattered like dried grass.
[You have overcome the Great Goblin Offensive.]
[The Hidden Trial of Dimensional Tower Floor 1 is activated.]
Ah.
Another Hidden Trial, just like last time.
And.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of a war drum echoes from somewhere across the Plain.
The same sight as before.
The Hobgoblin General.
The Hidden Boss of Floor 1, mounted on a wolf.
And this time, he’d brought an elite goblin unit trailing behind him as well.
“Well, well. We meet again.”
I smiled faintly.
Last time, if I’m honest, I’d won through pure trickery.
Hundreds of Undead had swarmed over him like an ant colony, crushing him beneath their sheer numbers.
But this time was different.
I had Unit One and Unit Two now.
Though calling them that seemed somehow inadequate.
Hmm…
Heuk Gang. Baek Gang.
Yes, those names would do.
The moment I settled on the names in my mind, the system responded.
[Experimental Jiangshi Unit One’s designation has been changed to Heuk Gang.]
[Experimental Jiangshi Unit Two’s designation has been changed to Baek Gang.]
Good. Then shall we…try it?
The Black-White Demonic Martial Union Strike Technique of the dark and light pair.
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Park Il Chim sat before his monitor, swallowing hard as he stared at the screen.
Shi Ling Wu Cun had returned today, and he’d done so riding in an Imperial Throne Palanquin no less.
“What in the hell is this ridiculous entrance…”
Park Il Chim had already suffered a complete mental breakdown when Shi Ling Wu Cun cleared Floor 1 last time.
Back then, it had been a makeshift palanquin he’d cobbled together from a broken cart, but today it was a genuine imperial throne.
Upon a White Bone Palanquin Base studded with rubies and gold sat the Imperial Throne Palanquin itself, with Shi Ling Wu Cun perched upon it in perfect composure.
And flanking him on both sides stood two Undead as though serving as honor guard.
What was particularly strange was this:
Something about those two Undead seemed different from before.
“Seriously, brother, you came in here with real intent this time…”
Park Il Chim started to type the message in chat, then stopped and held back his fingers.
Now wasn’t the time for chat—he needed to focus entirely on what was happening onscreen.
On the screen, Shi Ling Wu Cun remained seated on the Imperial Throne as he flicked a single finger.
[The Returning Heaven Eight Trigrams Formation unfolds.]
Seven hundred Undead moved in perfect synchronization, beginning to rotate like an enormous whirlwind.
The mass of Undead consolidated into a single cohesive body, spinning as one and pouring outward beyond the Earth Wall.
Moments later, the deafening crash of impact thundered through the screen.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
“Damn it, they’re actually getting ground to pieces…”
Park Il Chim cursed without thinking, pressing his face closer to the monitor.
His eyes grew wider and wider.
“Wait…the number is actually increasing?”
Seven hundred became eight hundred, eight hundred became nine hundred, and it kept climbing.
His mind quickly calculated that at this rate, they’d easily surpass a thousand.
That was when it happened.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A deep, rhythmic drumming echoed from across the Plain in the distance.
Park Il Chim leaned even closer to the monitor, swallowing dry saliva.
“Here it comes…the Hobgoblin General has appeared!”
The boss that had emerged at the very end the first time Shi Ling Wu Cun cleared Floor 1 was showing itself once again.
The true Hidden Boss of Floor 1, wielding an enormous Great Axe and riding upon a wolf.
“Still, at that level Shi Ling Wu Cun should dispatch him without any real effort, right?”
He’d done so before, after all.
“ROOOOOAAAAAAAH!”
The Hobgoblin General released a roar toward the heavens.
The shaman-like figure trailing behind him raised the Shaman’s Staff in his hand high into the air.
And in that next instant:
Flash!
A surge of crimson light erupted like a massive wave, engulfing the Hobgoblin General and the wolf beneath him.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The Hobgoblin General’s body began swelling like a balloon.
His rippling muscles expanded further, and the Great Axe in his grip grew to match.
“No way—what’s with this gigantification on Floor 1? This is insane.”
It was a pattern I’d seen before, but this time it looked far more vicious.
The enlarged Hobgoblin General charged straight toward the center of the Undead formation, swinging his massive Great Axe in a wide arc.
Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!
Crack! Crash-crack! Crash-crackle!
A section of the Returning Heaven Eight Trigrams Formation’s vortex shattered for the first time, visible on screen.
The enlarged wolf leaped in alongside them, tearing into the Undead with its jaws.
“Up to this point, it’s the same as last time…….”
It was right then, as I focused intently on the screen.
“Heuk Gang. Baek Gang.”
Shi Ling Wu Cun’s composed voice flowed through the channel.
On screen, the two Undead flanking the Imperial Throne Palanquin stamped the ground simultaneously.
Thud!
Park Il Chim rubbed his eyes again and peered back at the screen.
That movement just now—he could hardly believe it came from the lowest-tier Undead.
Even humans couldn’t move like that, let alone a corpse.
That ghostly glide across the earth was none other than the Flying Heaven Corpse Spirit Ghost Step—a supreme footwork technique Park Il Chim knew nothing of, which explained his shock.
Heuk Gang sealed off the Hobgoblin General’s left side, while Baek Gang blocked the right.
In an instant, both flanks of the Hobgoblin General’s central breakthrough were simultaneously cut off.
“Kee-erk!?”
The Hobgoblin General instinctively swung his Great Axe horizontally.
The force was easily enough to split a mountain in two.
But in the next instant, Park Il Chim’s mouth fell open.
Whoosh.
Heuk Gang’s body flowed downward like water, slipping smoothly beneath the trajectory of the blade.
“Insane!? What—what is that!?”
Having watched close-range dealer footage for nearly ten thousand hours, Park Il Chim recognized it immediately.
That soft, flowing deflection—not meeting the opponent’s force head-on, but redirecting it to the side.
It was the Soft Flow Technique—something only a handful of martial arts skill users even knew!
You needed the passive skill Superior Yielding to Steel, plus the related martial arts skill, to use it at all!
“Is this even a real sight…….”
It was right then, as Park Il Chim muttered in a trembling voice.
On screen, Shi Ling Wu Cun opened his mouth again and issued a new command.
“Heuk Gang, Baek Gang. Unleash the Black-White Demonic Martial Union Strike Technique.”
“?!”
Park Il Chim’s hands moved toward the chat box before he realized it, his fingers flying across the keys.
Tap-tap-tap-tap.
-Black-White Demonic Martial Union Strike Technique!? What even is that!?
That wasn’t Park Il Chim’s question alone.
In moments, similar questions began flooding the entire chat.
-What on earth is that?
-Union Strike? Is it a martial art used by two people at once?? What’s different from a formation?
-Shi Ling Wu Cun pulling out something wild again lol
-Black-White Demonic??? Is it because the Jiangshi are named Heuk Gang and Baek Gang??
Park Il Chim watched the chat scroll rapidly while turning his eyes back to the screen.
There, Heuk Gang and Baek Gang were assuming stances that mirrored each other with perfect symmetry.
Dense black energy condensed across Heuk Gang’s two palms.
The Yin aspect of the Corpse Spirit Heavenly Rigid Blood Breaking Palm was gathering there.
On Baek Gang’s side, pure white energy swirled and accumulated across both palms.
The Yang aspect of the Corpse Spirit Soul-Shattering Palm was building.
The two Jiangshi stepped forward in perfect symmetry, moving as one.
Heuk Gang targeted the Hobgoblin General’s ribs, while Baek Gang aimed for the crown of his head.
And in the next instant.
Bang! Crash-crackle-crackle!
Four palms drove simultaneously into the enlarged body.
“Ugh—hack!”
The Hobgoblin General’s body went rigid where it stood.
Park Il Chim felt his spine prickle with chills as he watched.
“This isn’t…… just hitting him at the same time.”
It was crystal clear to Park Il Chim’s eyes.
The Yin force penetrated inward, tearing through the organs—and in that same instant, the Yang force descended from above along the spine.
And the two forces collided head-on at the exact center of his body.
The moment the two opposing energies met, an explosion erupted from that point.
Boom!
Dark crimson blood spurted like a fountain from the Hobgoblin General’s eyes, mouth, nose, and ears all at once.

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