Chapter 495 – 495. Fatal Wounds

“Hoo-wook. Hoo-wook..”

“Awesome!!!!”

Jojun Jang trampled on the fallen beast. Even so, the beast that had been targeted for death was unable to cope with anything.

As life force ran out, the beast had to crawl on the floor without even using its full strength.

And that’s not all. Everyone in this neighborhood had to crawl on the floor.

The celestial punishment spread by Jang Jo-jun’s hand engulfed the area, stealing the life force from dark spirits and all other hostile things.

10,000 points. Or money called a coin. This is a refined divinity and causality.

If you do not have the ability to pay for this, you must pay for the experience you have instead. The total amount of experience is around the 25th level.

In a word, at this point, all players below level 25 had no choice but to lose their vitality in front of Jang Jo-jun’s punishment.

And the more important point here is that if he is not a player, he cannot even properly pay experience points.

That’s why the sorcerers, including the killing beasts, eventually had to lose their vitality.

10,000 points of vitality. A normal human being would become a mummy and die on the spot, and even a transcendental person would not be able to endure it easily.

They were properly beaten and retired from the punishment they would have been able to block if they had only brought coins.

“Kuhuheouk..!!!”

“Hehe. Let’s kill God? You’re fucking A bug that can’t even withstand this level of punishment!!! Where are you talking about God’s death!!!!”

“Oh ahhhhh !!!

Jang Jo-joon trampled on his hand as he rammed his sword into the back of the fallen beast and stirred his insides.

“I will take it from his hand. Submit.”

“Turn it off!!! For a moment!!!!”

Fuhuaak!!!!!

The beast’s wrist was cut off.

Blood spurts out

The blood is closer to black than red.

It is the blood of the fallen.

It was the blood of a beast that could have become a savior.

“If only I had 10,000 coins, you could have killed me.”

“Damn it…!!!”

“But you didn’t have 10,000 coins?”

“Keep it off!!!!”

Of course, the new killer did not bring 10,000 points separately. In the first place, no one could have thought that Jang Jo-jun would handle such a crazy punishment.

Who would have known. Because I don’t have 10,000 coins, my life force will be ripped off.

Yes, up to this point, Zhang Zhaojun had never used Heavenly Punishment or Tax Collection.

He had been saving it for use at the crucial moment.

It’s also because it’s a heavenly punishment that can be destroyed by paying only 10,000 points, so there was a very high possibility that enemies would come up with a countermeasure against it once used.

Indeed, the tax collection he had was a trump card, and it worked very well thanks to his thorough hiding of his existence.

If this had been used in the past and the existence of the Heavenly Punishment had been discovered, the God Slayer would have sought a countermeasure in advance.

Then things would have gotten worse.

Hehe.”

Dispersing his overflowing mana to his heart’s content, Jo-Jun Jang caught and killed the beast that was aiming for his life.

Literally, unbridled violence ensued. First of all, he had to be enslaved, so Zhang Zhaojun had to endure the pain in his side.

“Kuheo..”

[Lord, Master. Calm down. Now that he has given in, we must pull out the mistletoe and break the barrier. And the wound…]

“Huh? Ah.”

Fortunately or unfortunately, his indiscriminate assault did not last long.

Bleeding continued from the punctured side. The wound continued to bleed as it did not heal.

That’s why Paimon forcibly stopped Jang Jo-jun.

Because further violence was pointless.

The slaughter beast, whose arms and legs had already been cut off and which had been repeatedly disassembled and combined in real time by the tombstones, was in a state of broken will.

“Shut up…”

“Cheuk.”

Also, 7 wizards and 9 shamans also fell to the ground and couldn’t move.

At the scene where the heavenly punishment swept through, everyone except Jang Jo-joon, the subject of the punishment, was on their knees.

“Ha. Fuck.”

[First, tear off that beast’s head. Then the barrier will be destroyed.]

“Okay. Kuh… That’s a bit difficult.”

Zhang Zhaojun grabbed his side, where the pain surged up, and walked over and forcibly tore off the head of the beast that had fallen. He then slashed the forehead of the beast with his eyes turned inside out, making him his slave.

To this extent, this monster does not die. However, since the heart and brain were lost, the barrier spread over the ruins of the Dark King would be destroyed.

Pa-ang!

I felt something lifted.

At that moment, the eyes of the gods fell upon him again.

Jojun Jang was a little dizzy. His blood is not enough His condition deteriorated in real time, probably because he suffered an incurable wound.

“That damn bitch.”

He spat bloody spittle and glared at the mistletoe stuck in the ground.

Mistletoe through the side.

“The world tree.”

I got the world tree. The world tree he hated so much.

“Kkoraji is quite nice to look at. How did that happen? I can’t help but feel shabby. A tree branch that will break if you break it. Does someone like you deserve to be called the World Tree?”

Zhang Zhaojun cleared his mouth.

Then the mistletoe, which was the world tree, trembled and expressed its anger in all directions.

Of course, there was nothing else I could do. There is no way that the mistletoe, which has been turned into a tool, can move on its own.

“You bastard. Kuheo…”

Caojun Zhang, coughing up blood, forced himself to stand up and pick up the mistletoe stuck in the ground.

The Dark King will reappear only when the mistletoe stuck in the ruins is pulled out.

“Whoa. Pulled out. Come on out now!!! Mara Papiyas!!!”

Jang Jo-joon, who wanted to create a dramatic atmosphere, summoned the dark king while capturing the atmosphere.

He thought to himself. Everyone at Manmajeon welcomes him, and the World Tree himself signs a document that reads, “The World Tree is just a big tree.”

[Ah.. Oh my God.. What the hell…]

I heard a voice I had never heard before in the black market confinement ward.

Mara Papiyas. Manma’s eyes and ears.

She is back The goddess, who had been forcibly avoiding being killed by denying herself, responded to Zhang Zhaojun’s call.

“Ku-heo-eok.. Oh shit. It hurts so bad there god I can’t heal that wound. Ugh…”

As soon as he heard the voice of the god, Jojun Jang collapsed on the spot as his tension was released.

He tried not to show it, but the pain of the wound was too great.

He somehow endured by imagining positively until he pulled the mistletoe out of the ground, but he could no longer bear this terrible pain and the sense of doom that his body was crumbling.

Zhang Zhaojun was dying.

Literally.

He was dying

[Now, the aura of divine death has penetrated your body.]

“Keuhuh..”

[Action must be taken immediately. First of all… I’ll send you the seeds you harvested unintentionally. Bring him before me.]

The Dark King’s voice faded.

Zhang Zhaojun closed his eyes.

The new blood, which makes up 70 percent of his blood, was literally dissolving.

The energy of Shinsal that had spread through his body was on the verge of reaching Jojun Jang’s soul.

The decay of the body has already begun. If this reaches the soul, he dies.

Definitive death.

“June. Juna.”

“Ah.. Uh.. Uh..”

Zhang Zhaojun couldn’t open his eyes. His whole body was drained of strength and he could no longer move.

Holding him in his arms, Cheshire moved.

Cheshire, who unintentionally opened his source after reaching the secret treasure of the dark king, picked up Jo-Jun Jang and moved him to the depths of the ruins.

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Ten thousand horses.

A crushed dimensional rift called .

Indescribable monsters gathered there.

[The wound is serious.]

Carshinax’s tentacles caressed Jang Jo-jun’s wounds.

To be precise, he forcibly repaired his melted intestines.

[The pantheon…]

The shadow of Indicron enveloped Jang Jo-jun’s soul.

He forcibly dissipated the spirit of the new slaughter that was trying to tear Jang Jo-jun’s soul apart.

[Death postponed.]

Botamilli once again twisted Jang Jo-jun’s fate.

He was forced to block him so that certain death would not overtake him.

[There will be a headwind. The envoys are watching here.]

Sataniel murmured.

There were numerous papers in her hands. An enormous amount of protest was already pouring in.

[Please do whatever you want. Because if death gives you what it wants, it’s enough.]

[Since you saved one demigod. Give me more than one god and it will be quiet.]

Spenta Mainyu and Garia whispered.

They were very happy that Jo-Jun Jang had not died and that the World Tree was in their hands.

It’s not a perfect victory, but with this, the Pantheon will have to buy themselves from now on.

– Chii Ik!!

On the other hand, the death that was forcibly stopped by the evil spirits carved a small stigma on Jang Jo-jun’s soul.

Now, the high-ranking undead will be aiming for the long aim first.

Even the evil spirits could not stop this. If you do that, you won’t be able to withstand the ten thousand battles.

If those who adhere to neutrality enter the war in earnest, they have to consume more resources to prevent it, and that is what the Pantheon wanted.

So I had to endure the stigma of death.

Moreover, perhaps this too could be benefited by the luck of 666.

******

[Kuhm. Yes, this is enough success.]

Kwajak!!

The crystal ball placed in front of Bister was destroyed.

The old man stroked his beard and closed his eyes.

The World Tree was taken away, and most of the causality was replaced, so I couldn’t do nonsense anymore…

He was satisfied with only mortally wounding Zhang Zhaojun.

I bought time. Bister was satisfied that Manma, who was running wild like a runaway locomotive, stopped here for a moment.

In the first place, the moment the shin spear penetrated Jang Jo-jun’s body, Bister’s plan could be said to have succeeded about 69%.

[I didn’t even think I could kill you from the beginning.]

Although it couldn’t kill it, it did mortally wound it, so it will take quite a bit of effort to get it back up again.

Bisterre was delighted with his first small victory. It was a big enough thing that they could congratulate themselves on inflicting a fatal wound on Jo-Jun Jang in the situation of Bister, as they thought.

[Because you have been cursed with death.. Try to die struggling to escape from death.]

Black dead blood flowed from the wounds that did not heal.

The energy of Godsal will prevent Jang Jo-jun from becoming a god for the time being.

It was a pretty big gain that he didn’t have a definite victory until after the final match.

A dark smile formed on Bister’s lips.