The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 143

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Bang Yu-cheok and his party collapsed on the floor, unable to even use the cylinder they had pulled out on their lightly outstretched fists.

It’s just guys like that.

They’re probably selected to act as bait, and only the Duke of Light must have learned to die.

“Tsk tsk, being pathetically swung around by these guys…”

Jinmu clicked his tongue and shook his head.

And Kunlun and the Demonic Cultists looking at it were dumbfounded.

What the hell happened?

fake?

Doesn’t that mean that the real weeds are dead and they are just bait?

It was a look that everyone couldn’t believe.

Chew!

At that moment, Jinmu’s hand, which had been touching Bang Yoo-cheok’s face, ripped off a piece of skin.

And the face of a middle-aged man hidden in it was revealed.

also!

Jinmu grinned.

There’s no way the dead room oil could have come back to life. How precious is the herb of immortality?

I was curious anyway. what kind of guys are they?

Unless you go crazy, you can’t do dangerous things like being chased by the Demonic Cult and Gonryun by pretending to be a roommate even though you know you’re going to die.

It is certain that there is a back belly.

While Jinmu was looking at Bang Yoocheok and his party who had collapsed with mischievous eyes.

“Oh no!”

When Jinmu’s words turned out to be true, Kangbaek Lee’s face was distorted, and Unam and Kunlun’s disciples were perplexed.

“Well, anyway, more than that now.”

After Jinmu tossed the bast mask on the floor, he grabbed a broken sword that had fallen to the floor and stood up.

broken sword? Does not matter.

Jinmu got up and turned around.

I saw Lee Kang-baek, whose face was distorted, slowly lowering the yam sword. The appearance of reaping even the magic that had stretched out eeriely before I knew it.

If Bang Yucheok is fake, there is no reason to stay here.

It’s been a long time since Kunlun’s disciples fired the flares. Reinforcements will come soon.

Their purpose was to secure Bangyucheok and offer it to the religious leader, not to fight Kunlun.

They also thought it was urgent, so they moved without the leader’s order.

There was no way the religious leader, who had his eyes and ears everywhere, was unaware of this fact.

I had to hurry away, explain the facts, and ask for guilt.

If he had given Bang Yu-cheok, he would have been rewarded for his loyalty, but if he was tricked by some bastards and only created friction with Kunlun without getting anything, he would surely be accused. No, I didn’t know that the questioning might not be the problem.

I had to back off.

“what are you doing?”

Jinmu tilts his head and asks.

“Are you thinking of going back?”

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He still walks around with a mocking smile on his face. But I didn’t have to react to every single one of those facts.

Until a while ago, the goal was to secure the Bangyucheok, but now returning to the Demonic Bridge was the priority.

“Since you let me know that Gu Yaja is fake… I’ll spare you. Get out of here.”

A laugh came out.

Aren’t you speaking like you’re patronizing?

even in the current situation.

“Am I really funny? who will save whom? And who gets to decide what goes back and what doesn’t?”

Jinmu laughed as if he was dumbfounded and looked at Lee Kang-baek with bleak eyes.

“Hey, Lee Kang-baek. Can’t you understand the situation right now?”

“…?”

“I was only twelve.”

“what?”

Ignoring the reaction of Kangbaek Lee, who frowned, Jinmu continued talking to himself.

“That child. I couldn’t even find a body. He’s a pretty smart guy, so if he left it alone, he might have become the owner of a popular tavern. Then his family will be able to eat well and live well someday.”

Jinmu takes a step towards Lee Kang-baek, muttering to himself.

boy? inn?

However, Lee Kang-baek did not know what that meant.

“The baby suddenly lost his father. Now she will have to raise her alone. It’s going to be tough.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Besides that, many died. In the first place, it has nothing to do with the classification of Jung-sama. Because they are not Murim people.”

“…”

“By the way, like Gonryun and you, in order to chase after these illusory bastards… Have you ever thought about those who died for no reason?”

“The ones who died? Could it be that you will at least avenge those insignificant grassroots? Against me and the elite of Childongcheon?”

Kangbaek Lee coldly laughed at Jinmu’s question.

Jinmu’s eyes slightly sharpened at the word “insignificant grassroots.”

“Something is wrong.”

Shake your head.

“Yes, you can. But even that insignificant person has to have a reason for death. At least, there must be a reason unless you are a Murim person who lives on a knife. That would explain it.”

The smile on Jinmu’s face grew deeper and deeper.

“And revenge? What am I to avenge them? Do you think your life is worth that much? Those who kill people for no reason? Dream big too. hey you guys are not that good What is it worth for someone less than a beast?”

Jinmu smiled mischievously and took a step.

“…!”

It must have looked light, but the whole foot dug deep into the ground.

Kuuu…

A huge amount of good spirits rising from Jinmu’s body began to twist the entire atmosphere.

blah blah blah.

another step.

Hard.

The ground where the footprints were made began to split like a spider’s web.

Apparently, his face was grinning and smiling, but he was pressing down on the world with such a huge pressure that it was suffocating.

‘This much?’

Lee Kang-baek’s eyes trembled at the energy that was twice as strong as he thought.

I can’t believe it.

What the hell is that monster in front of you? To think that there would be such a person…

he wasn’t a person who could be described as just a master of strong skills.

If I were to ask, should I say that it is comparable to the Seven Stars of Political Affairs?

In the meantime, at the end of the third, Jinmu stopped walking and showed his white fangs toward Lee Kang-baek.

“Before it gets messy, I’ll give you a good reason for your values. Because you might be curious.”

“what?”

“I came to get my horse. Add the trough price.”

What kind of nonsense are you talking about?

“What about you?”

“Gipsy.”

It’s infinitely thin, but its underlying power makes you feel fear close to shuddering.

No, because it exudes formidable energy, does that mischievous smile make you feel even more afraid?

“And that word is bloody. Pretty expensive.”

Jinmu cuts off word by word and lowers his posture by bending his knees.

He held up his broken sword as if to unsword it, and stared at the warriors of Kangbaek Lee and Childongcheon with fierce eyes.

“Do you know what you are doing right now? I am one of the masters of the Demonic Cult Twelve Twelve.”

“know.”

“…”

“But what is it? Should I care about that?”

“What is it?”

“Was there ever a day when the Jeongmu Maeng and the Demonic Cult didn’t go to war?”

“…!”

What Lee Kang-baek had said to Un-am and others returned exactly as it was.

“It looks like they’re going to do something like the Jeongma Daejeon, but I don’t care. I just need to pay for the horse.”

The broken sword Jinmu is holding has a deep blue spirit.

Lee Kang-baek, who was looking at it, hurriedly covered the yam-mado with a demonic energy and exclaimed urgently.

“Avoid the blood!”

I said earlier that I was late.

The step foot has already pressed hard against the ground.

The tip of the toe twisted through the ground, and the rotation was transmitted to the waist.

Wow!

Jinmu followed the rotational force and quickly pulled the sword.

The bent elbow stretches out, draws an arc, and the sword extends along the trajectory.

It was so fast that the arm seemed to disappear, then stopped and reappeared at the end.

Sua – evil!

A flash of blue light followed, filling the world.

In Jinmu’s sword, which had surpassed Kanghwan’s level, the heavy feeling of tangang was no longer made.

Instead, high-purity blue steel was sharply sprayed, dividing the world into two halves.

As the thick aura went through processing and turned into a thread, the range became unimaginably long.

Taaang!

Lee Kang-baek, who blocked Jinmu’s instructor, was pushed all the way back.

“Keugh!”

It was blocked, but a huge shock was transmitted and shook the inside of the body.

Not only that, even though the sword that blocked the attack was overlaid with strong energy, half of it was broken and was completely unusable.

‘Such a reckless attack…’

Lee Kang-baek, forcibly swallowing the fishy blood flowing down his throat, glared at Jin-mu.

empty.

The trees that made up the forest fell and made a roar.

“…!”

Lee Kang-baek, who was in a hurry to block Jinmu’s attack, looked around.

Ten sheets of land cut out at a certain height.

Tuk tuk.

And the bodies of the warriors of the Demonic Cult within that range were cut at a certain height and blood poured out all at once.

There wasn’t even a scream.

That’s why I only found out later.

perfect silence.

And the massacre that took place in it.

More than half of them died, and the surviving Demonic Cultists, who were out of range, did not understand what had happened.

It was a single hit.

It turned the forest filled with Demonic Cult warriors into a hell full of blood and corpses.

And what created all the results was the shaman’s sword, Guhon Talbaek (勾魂奪魄).

Even though it only lasts for one second, a swordsman who even shakes off the opponent’s soul.

“Anyway, that’s a really nice name. I can’t use it twice though. It consumes too much inner energy.”

Jinmu, who created a scene that is hard to believe that only one person made with a single blow, looks at Lee Kang-baek.

Lucky baby.

If it wasn’t for the sword sword, the body would have been cut off.

His instinctive defensive power is commendable enough, but I had no intention of keeping him alive.

From the beginning, he had intended to kill all the elites of the Childongcheon in sight.

Among them, Lee Kang-baek, I will kill you the most painfully.

Of course, it can be said that killing people is not all his fault.

But it was possible because he tolerated it.

It may not be a low-ranking warrior of the Demonic Cult, but those who have mastered a certain level of magic unconditionally obey the orders of their superiors.

That was the attribute of magic, the source of their inner strength.

It was the elite of the Childongcheon that attacked Qinghae Castle.

In other words, all of them are masters of the Demonic Cult.

If he hadn’t allowed it, no one would have killed Mincho carelessly.

limp.

Jinmu threw away the sword while looking at the bent sword of Kangbaek Lee.

Because he used excessive energy, the blade had cracks as if it would break at any moment.

After all, it’s a fist rather than a sword in this case.

It would be much more painful to crush it than to cut it.

“I will have to scream from now on.”

The pupils of Jinmu, who make a thumping sound from their clenched hands, are pitch-black and young.

Paaang!

Feet kicking the ground roughly flew.

“Stop it! Attack him!”

The warriors of Childongcheon who survived Lee Kang-baek’s shouts hurled themselves at Jinmu.