The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 499

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 499
Bandits. There are those suspected to be from the Nolrimdo in this vicinity, or so the report goes.
I tilted my head at Gwima’s report. What reason would the Nolrimdo have to be in this area?
‘Bandits exist everywhere, I suppose.’
Still, it was strange that they were said to be in this region.
“Where exactly are they located?”
“At my speed, approximately half a watch’s distance away.”
“That’s quite a distance then.”
Gwima is fast. In terms of speed, he would likely surpass me. Half a watch for someone of his velocity? It was safe to assume they were considerably far from here.
“What will you do?”
“Let’s go.”
There was only one choice anyway. If the Nolrimdo was nearby, I had no idea what they might be planning. Since I already knew they were connected to Patcheon Gung, I had to go in that direction eventually.
Gwima laughed at my answer. I couldn’t tell why, but his expression showed satisfaction.
“I shall guide you…!”
“Yes, understood.”
I didn’t know why he was satisfied, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was reaching them first.

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Following Gwima’s guidance, I cut through the forest. It took longer than half a watch. Gwima must have adjusted his pace to match mine.
-We’re approaching now.
He switched to telepathy. My spiritual sense was picking up something as well. I could feel the presence of people.
‘The number of people—’
Roughly a dozen or so. Not a bad number.
‘What is this?’
But there was something else in that space. Gwima stopped in his tracks. So did I. In that instant.
Whoooosh—!!!
Gwima’s aura enveloped my body. The sudden surge startled me slightly. However, since there was no killing intent, I didn’t react defensively.
-My apologies.
A shallow tension resonated in Gwima’s voice. That mad man was tense. Something was there.
This aura seemed to be a mechanism for concealing one’s presence.
-There’s something here.
-Yes. Something is here. This aura is….
Gwima furrowed his brow. He narrowed his eyes and gazed toward something. I did the same, but saw nothing.
It meant I wasn’t yet at a level to see clearly at that distance.
-Fortunately, it doesn’t seem strong enough to pierce through spiritual sense.
A master capable of causing tension, but not beyond that level. At those words, I steadied my breathing.
‘In any case—’
A master was present in this place. And a master of the Nolrimdo at that.
What reason would such an existence have to be in this mountain valley?
It was unclear. So now I had to find out.
-I’ll close the distance a bit more.
Gwima moves. As he does, the demonic energy bound to my body surges in response. I follow him without losing my composure.
Before long, the distance narrows. The form of Nolrimdo becomes fully visible.
‘There are more of them.’
More than a dozen, it seems. That’s…
‘They’re in combat formation.’
It wasn’t merely preparation. What is this? Why are they doing this?
I observe them with curiosity.
Murmuring voices reach my ears.
-It should pass by soon, right?
-Not much time left. Stay alert.
-If the palace had provided more support from the start…
Palace. My ears perk up at that word. So these men…
‘As I thought.’
Is this also connected to Patcheon Gung? While I’m considering this.
-Heaven above.
Gwima speaks to me.
-Something approaches from the northwest.
Northwest? I turn my head. Gigam’s gaze follows mine. Just as Gwima said, something is indeed approaching from that direction.
‘Carriages?’
Two carriages. They’re traveling the steep mountain path at night. Are these madmen? Moving carriages at such speed in darkness where you can’t see an inch ahead?
They must be remarkably brave. As I observe this curiously.
‘Hmm?’
I frown upon seeing the flag fluttering on the carriage.
‘That flag…’
I recognize it.
Though it’s not a faction I particularly favor.
‘Why are those people here?’
Appearing unexpectedly like this? They’re unforeseen arrivals. As I’m startled by this sight.
-They’ve come.
The Nolrimdo members react to the carriages. And then.
-Attack!
In an instant, they leap from the cliff and ambush the carriages.
Boom—!!! Shriek!!
A loud crash accompanied by the death cry of horses. They must have killed the horses first.
Crash—!!
Violent sounds burst forth in succession. The scent of blood cuts through the air. It seems the battle has truly begun.
Whoosh—!!! Energy surges. A familiar energy emerges from within it.
“So it is as I suspected.”
It appears to match what I sensed.
I moved at the sight of it.
“Will you intervene?”
“Yes.”
Still, it was a familiar face. I couldn’t just let it pass. Of course, it seemed like I could avoid getting involved, but.
‘Something.’
It felt unsettling.
With a sharp sound, I drew my sword and leaped directly into the midst of the battle.
KWAAAANG–!!!!
As my body landed, the air pressure exploded outward.
“Gaaahhh!!”
Several members of the Nolrimdo were sent flying by the impact. I watched them tumble toward the cliff’s edge. Seeing that, I gathered energy in my hand.
Whoooosh-! The Gwangwol Seomgyeong blazed with light.
“Oh. Who is this!”
Crack.
Ahahaha-!!!
A fierce-looking young man crushed the head of one Nolrimdo member and laughed wickedly.
“Isn’t this our Wol-hyeop.”
“…It has been a long time.”
A giant of a young man. The one who looked at me and smiled, dressed in dark robes, was none other than.
“Young Master Peng.”
Heuk Taedo Peng Dojun.
He was the outstanding talent of the Peng Clan, known as Cheonmu Jiche.

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Crack—!
“Gaaaahhh!”
Amidst the continuous screams, the blade dances. Black lines streak forth in succession, severing the arms of Nolrimdo members as they pass through.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Each time the massive saber sweeps across, another Nolrimdo fighter falls. The destructive power was extraordinary.
With each movement, energy coalesces in the air. It was the same aura of the Peng Clan I had sensed before.
‘But far more intense.’
Much denser and more formidable. I could feel that Peng Dojun’s realm had ascended. Considerably so, at that.
‘In just those few months.’
To grow so powerful, how much cultivation must he have devoted himself to? Not that I have room to judge, but it was impressive.
“Ahahahahaha—!!!”
He still laughed while fighting. He wiped the blood from his face and swung his saber. It was as if he were painting with blood itself.
‘There’s no need for me to intervene.’
I held my sword and watched quietly. Peng Dojun alone was handling most of the Nolrimdo fighters.
Then, just as the battle began to settle somewhat.
“What? Is that all? How disappointing!”
Peng Dojun spoke with blood smeared across his face. He looked truly terrifying. Like a ghost incarnate.
“Ugh….”
“This bastard…!”
Only six remained out of sixteen. The Nolrimdo members ground their teeth.
“Who are you lot? You must know who I am to have challenged me.”
“Heuk Taedo Peng Dojun. The monster of the Peng Clan.”
“Oh. You know well.”
Whoooosh—!!! Energy surged through Peng Dojun’s body like shadows erupting forth.
“Then you should also know that you will die here.”
Thwack. He shook the blood from his saber and Peng Dojun’s eyes blazed with fervor.
Just as he was about to charge forward.
“Wait.”
I stepped in front of Peng Dojun.
“Huh?”
Peng Dojun’s eyes widened as he looked at me. Then, as if understanding something, he nodded.
“Right. Wol-hyeop should taste blood too. If I kill them all, it’d be a shame. I wasn’t being considerate.”
“Taste blood? What are you talking about….”
What is this madman saying? Why would I need to taste blood?
“Please calm down. The real one hasn’t arrived yet.”
“The real one?”
At my words, Peng Dojun tilted his head. But not long after, his eyes sharpened with intensity.
“Oh.”
He lifted the corners of his mouth and gazed toward the cliff above.
Where the Nolrimdo members had jumped from. There was something there.
Thud.
A crushing pressure bore down like a weight. My gaze and Peng Dojun’s converged on the figure that appeared.
“An unexpected development.”
A rough voice. Something about it felt deeply unpleasant.
“I thought I only needed to grab one brat from the Peng Clan. Who the hell is this guy?”
“Bujori…!!”
Bujori?
With those words, something plummeted to this land. Crash.
A tremendous impact and debris exploded outward. Dust scattered. A middle-aged man rose to his feet. His frame was slightly smaller than Peng Dojun’s.
But.
‘A master.’
I knew the moment he appeared. He was a master—and a formidable one at that. Certainly skilled enough to make even Gwima tense for a moment.
And this title of Bujori.
‘Directly beneath Nokju, then?’
Nokju, who currently controlled the Nolrimdo. It sounded like this man held the rank immediately below him.
“White hair and blue eyes. And that martial robe. Tell me—are you Wol-hyeop?”
“That’s right. This is the legendary Wol-hyeop himself!”
“Wait, why are you—”
Why are you introducing me? This is absurd. I let out a hollow laugh at being robbed of my own introduction.
“I never expected Wol-hyeop to involve himself in this matter.”
The man called Bujori spoke with evident confusion. Hearing that, I replied.
“We’re acquainted.”
“That’s strange. There should have been distance between you…”
‘What’s this?’
My eyes narrowed at his words. He knew I was here. He even mentioned the distance between us?
It meant he knew far more than I expected.
“You seem to have some purpose in mind.”
“This is becoming troublesome.”
Thud. The middle-aged man suddenly drew a pair of axes. Twin axes.
I unsheathed the Divine Blade and raised my momentum.
Peng Dojun also stirred his energy to join in. I gauged Gwima’s position. This would be a fight worth having.
Around that moment.
“This… No. This won’t do.”
“What?”
“See you next time.”
The man called Bujori finished speaking and drove his twin axes into the ground.
Crash–!!!
“Ugh!?”
The cliff collapsed. He fell downward with it.
“Insane.”
In that situation, I had to press myself firmly against the wall. I couldn’t afford to fall.
I looked down at those who had plummeted, having avoided the descent myself.
To think he’d suddenly strike the ground and vanish like that.
“Is he… running away?”
I’d expected the Nolrimdo to stand and fight, but instead he simply disappeared.
“What.”
Should I give chase? As that thought crossed my mind.
-I lost him.
Gwima sent a telepathic message.
-He used some technique. I can’t sense his presence anymore.
If Gwima had lost him, it meant I couldn’t reasonably pursue him either.
‘Damn it.’
To let him slip away like this. I was biting my lip in frustration when.
“Oh, brother…”
“Hm?”
A voice came from the direction of the carriage Peng Dojun had been riding. It was a delicate, weakened voice.
What?
The moment I turned to look.
“Cough… cough.”
Someone with black hair collapsed out of the carriage.
“Yeon-a!”
At the sight, Peng Dojun rushed over urgently and embraced the girl.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m… fine…”
“This…”
She looked to be in great distress. Seeing that, my expression hardened.
‘That’s…’
I didn’t know the woman’s identity or her relationship with Peng Dojun. What mattered was.
‘Spirit possession?’
The girl had been afflicted by spirit possession.
And a very powerful deity was clinging to that child.

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