The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 91

Bang! Kwak!

The flesh was crushed and the bones crumbled.

Even after absorbing the phrase, Honcheon was infinitely powerless.

Enraged at Jinmu’s fist, he weakly surrendered his body and was shattered.

how much for that

The raging storm subsided, and the figure of Honcheon lying at the feet of the towering Jinmu was miserable.

“…Damn it…”

Unable to wake up any longer, a word of futility came out of his mouth as he blankly looked up at the sky.

Saaak.

After saying that, Asrai disappeared.

“Whoa.”

Jinmu, who had been gazing as if appreciating the Honcheon scattering like fine powder, exhaled a long breath and slowly turned his head to look at Bukridocheon.

Bukri Docheon, who had been looking at Jinmu with a smirk indifferently, burst into laughter and approached, unfolding his arms.

He walked carefully step by step as if catching up on the distance of a long time, and he stopped at a certain point.

“Can I… give me some time? You look pretty tired?”

“…”

Jinmu’s smile grew thicker at those words.

Pride.

Even though he already knew the gap was obvious, he liked to take his time. Jinmu shook his head.

“If you recover, even the possibility of winning will disappear, right?”

“Well… Looking at you now, I think it would be okay if I put that order away.”

Buk Li Do-cheon, who nodded in acknowledgment, said with a furrowed brow.

“Coming to think of it, did I rather ask you not to use both hands?”

“Are you farming? You don’t think I’d like to see you anymore?”

“I’m so annoyed. You know me too well.”

“Because it was my hometown. In the past and now.”

“Enemy…isn’t that a title given to similar opponents? I don’t know if I deserve to be treated like that.”

“Oh, are you admitting that you are weak?”

“Quit-quick-quick.”

He looked calm, as if he were having a conversation with an old friend, but all he did was talk.

fall quickly.

The war was already in full swing between the two, who had stopped at a distance.

The energy of the two clashed tightly, and as they clashed, the ground cracked apart and stones and trees shattered into smaller pieces than grains of sand.

But Bukri Docheon knew. Although he had raised his mana to the limit, he was unable to enter the gap of truth.

He hasn’t done anything yet, just standing there naturally.

“Um… wouldn’t it be nice to have a drink first?”

“Why?”

“…”

“Alcohol… if you survive, no, if you can survive, then we’ll share it.”

Bukri Docheon slowly took a stance.

There was no clutter. It was impeccably simple, but it was meticulous and careful as if it would not tolerate even the slightest mistake.

The emotions in Jinmu’s eyes gradually disappeared, and eventually, a complete indifference settled down.

There will be no after the fight.

North Lidocheon will do its best. I will never stop until the moment I die.

A fight to the death.

…alcohol seemed to be sprinkled on his grave.

“Huh, I can’t help it. Let’s begin.”

When Jinmu stretched out a branch of the divine tree and aimed it at it, a smile filled Bukri Docheon’s face.

step out at the same time

It stretched out like a shot spear.

bang!

crash.

This chapter upload first at NovelUsb.Com

The attack with the branch of the divine tree shatters the flesh of Bukridocheon like pieces of stone.

But it didn’t come off.

Holding on tightly to his broken body with magic, he continued to attack in succession.

Conversely, Jinmu’s face twisted at the chill he felt on his wrist.

The two didn’t talk anymore.

no, there was no need to talk.

The bump was their shout, and all the countless words they wanted to say to each other were contained in the back and forth workshop.

Aaaaang!

Occasionally, a rustling sound resounded and embers flew in all directions.

Whoa!

Occasionally, a roaring sound resounded through the heavens and earth, as if huge rocks like mountains were colliding with all their might.

Just as a mountain stands up on its shoulders to block a huge tsunami, it is as if a giant tree placed in front of a storm is enduring it, saying that it will not bend even if it breaks.

Mountains collapsed and lands turned upside down.

However, they didn’t care at all. As if defeating the one in front of them was their last goal in life, they only focused on each other.

Jinmu and Bukridocheon. Two men who represented Jung and Ma with only their names.

And the Revolutionary War. Another name that reached the pinnacle of death.

Before they knew it, they were back to being warriors who worked tirelessly to be called the strongest.

The fight of those who bet their all.

Although the aftermath of the shock they created filled the world with destruction, it was so majestic.

To the extent that I can’t express it in any misayeogu.

The gestures of Bukri Docheon, dyed black with magical power, and Jinmu’s gestures, which became white flashes, were intertwined with each other, just like Taegeuk, but did not give up and faced each other tightly.

However, Jinmu was always relaxed, and Bukridocheon was breaking down as time went by.

Still, he did not back down.

When a fist is crushed, as it is crushed, when a leg is broken, it is broken. Even though he was already in rags, he persevered through the hard work.

And… the fight between the two, which seemed to never end, eventually comes to an end.

The branch of the divine tree broke the arm of Bukri Docheon, who was blocking the way, and hit the body.

Wow!

Bukri Docheon’s body fell to the ground.

can’t happen anymore

The arm from earlier was the last. All that was left of him was his body and head.

Instead of blood, magic was leaking from the place where the arms and legs had fallen off.

The energy that once belonged to him completely, but now belongs to no one, can no longer stay and disperses.

Soon all powers will run out and he will face extinction. Just like the other demon lords did.

Aren’t the debris already spreading all over the body?

“Docheon… Let’s stop.”

“I still have a mouth to bite off.”

“…”

Bukri Docheon threatens Jinmu by exposing his teeth like a vicious beast.

On the subject of not being able to raise my body…

“As long as my mouth is alive… that’s enough.”

“bloke! rather kill it! Are you going to let me suffer the shame of dying slowly!”

Bukri Docheon, with cracks up to his neck, screamed as if vomiting blood.

Shit…

Jinmu’s expression crumpled.

“Haa, this bastard’s backcountry!”

“…?”

Jinmu sighed annoyedly and approached Bukri Docheon and sat down.

“Docheon.”

“What? Are you willing to protect me even on your deathbed?”

“… It’s like a death.

“…?”

chin.

Jinmu’s hand rested on Bukri Docheon’s chest.

“Let’s live a little longer.”

“what?”

“Just a little more.”

“What are you guys doing…!”

end of fate.

Bukri Docheon’s eyes widened as he accepted the fact that he would disappear.

Saah ….

Jinmu’s hands shine and scattered, and the magic of North Docheon, which was scattered, stayed there as if it were caught in an algami.

“…you?”

“….”

Jinmu’s unlucky fangs, shining white, were projected in the eyes of Bukri Docheon, who trembled.

“Suck!”

After a short inhalation, along with Jinmu’s breath that stopped, ignorant magic power began to rush into Bukri Docheon’s body.

Wow!

Magical power turns into rain pouring down from the sky, wets his body, and soon turns into a flood that changes the terrain by turning in all directions and tearing through his body.

It’s a job to do the jade emperor and the noble mother.

They also divided the heavens and the earth, what could they, who became the world, not be able to do?

The principle of harmony is that what has met death is reconciled with manure and becomes the basis for a new life.

So, be reborn, North Lidocheon.

Jinmu closed his eyes and contemplated inside Bukri Docheon’s body.

He who is born anew will have to be neither an ear nor a god. Moreover, it should not be through one’s own strength.

Just as he was in his original form

.

The heat nestled deep in the body.

is the energy of fire

…Well, the reason Zhu Rong was able to occupy this body was because the firearm was dormant in this body.

Then take me out.

Jinmu began to awaken the potential of Bukri Docheon, who fell into a deep sleep with the firearms of the five elements.

Zeng! Damn it!

As I hit the hard shell repeatedly, the fire that woke up annoyedly raised my body.

As if he was angry, he pushed away Jinmu’s power and swallowed Bukri Docheon’s body.

You don’t have to work hard. The rest he will do on his own.

Whoa!

The heat began to soar from Bukri Docheon’s body like red flames.

Soon, his body, which was full of cracks, fell apart, and the firearm burned the remaining magic within his body.

midnight (self-cleaning).

I am purifying myself.

Jinmu only awakened the seeds of his original potential with the power of harmony in the dying body of Bukri Docheon.

Roaring!

When the road is opened, it stretches out at once.

Broken limbs regenerated and the body reconstructed.

And when the red flames died down, the one who touched Jinmu’s hand was no longer Wuyong.

Red burning hair and crimson eyes.

The color has changed, but the face is Bukri Docheon, which stays in the memories of the past.

“Whoa….”

Was it because of overdoing it?

Feeling dizzy as if his head was spinning, Jinmu removed his hands and sat down. Beside Bukri Docheon, who blinked his eyes at what had happened to him.

“What the hell is this…”

After a moment of silence, he raised his newly formed hand with a bewildered expression and stared at it.

It must have disappeared along with the scattered mana.

closely.

The power he felt in his grip was so unfamiliar.

Hot heat, not magic or divine power.

Bukri Docheon lay down and only turned his head to look at Jinmu who was sitting next to him.

“Did you share your power?”

“Could it be? I?”

“what?”

“It makes no sense to give you the power of my blood. It’s what I got from how hard I worked. And if I share my strength, what’s the difference between you and your mother? I just gave it a chance.”

“…opportunity? What chance did you give me?”

“An opportunity to use your original potential.”

“potential power?”

“Yes, and a chance to live one more time.”

“what are you talking about?”

“I became Jinmu at Hyukryeonmu River, and once again reached the top of the line and became a seonin.”

“…”

“You are not.”

“….”

“Because you were a Bukri Docheon and became a devil from the dead.”

“What is it?”

“One thing is missing.”

“one thing?”

“okay. You couldn’t live the world twice like me.”

“….”

“It was embarrassing to just watch. It feels like I won you by luck. But now they are equal.”

“…”

“Let’s stick together again. On equal terms… who is stronger.”

Bukri Docheon, who was staring at the squatting Jinmu with a smirk as if it were absurd, burst into laughter.

“…a madman.”

“Have you ever been?”

“It doesn’t.”

I don’t know why, but Bukridocheon thought Jinmu was shy.

He was the one who saved himself anyway… Even after pulling out a thorn from the tip of his finger, he put up with the condescending topic of condescension.

“Uzza! stop standing up Maybe it’s because the Demon King isn’t here, it seems like things are being sorted out over there as well.”

“…”

When Jinmu, who woke up first, reached out his hand, Bukri Docheon, who had been thinking for a while, took it.

“What are you going to do now?”

“What? I have to stop it.”

“Block?”

“okay.”

“…”

“It is unacceptable. In the fight between heaven and earth, the poor human world suffers. It happened to be that fate by chance.”

Buk Ri Do-cheon nodded without saying a word.

It always seems… it was like that.

Didn’t he have a pathological dislike for the Murim people to cause trouble to private houses?

“But is it possible?”

“what?”

“Gwimo and the Jade Emperor are strong.”

“know.”

“I know because I fought with you. I admit that you are strong, but not as strong as your mother. She….”

“….”

Jinmu, who was looking at Bukri Docheon frowning as he blurted out his words, snorted as if he was dumbfounded.

“hey!”

“huh?”

“Did you think you were mistaken about something?”

“…?”

“Do you think I did my best fighting you?”

“huh?”

“…you saw it.”

“….”

“I saved my life to the fullest, so why are you ignoring this? On the subject of being weak…”

Bukri Docheon, who had been staring blankly at the grumbling Jinmu, laughed out loud.

A baby that never changes.

And I put the word I wanted to say deep in my heart.

… Thank you for saving it.