Chapter 167 – The Void

The jet-black flames that soared into the sky gradually faded. In the middle of the ground stained with silence, Kim Mu-gong stood alone. It was truly the word dogmatic power. Hyukriak’s body, which could not even be scratched by a missile that had been hit at a speed of Mach 20, began to scatter as ashes.

They were mixed with the fragments of scarification. Particles of light fell like snow. Kim Moo-gong saw Hyukriak’s disintegrating body. There was a red orb around his heart.

That still remains.

After gathering the last remaining flames, Kim Mu-gong put the black dragon sword into his orb.

Hurreuk- A pillar of fire rose up. As the beads melted, a blood-red liquid seeped into the ground.

[Heavenly Demon.]

Hyukriak’s voice rang in my ears. It was a little different from the previous voice. Was Hyukriak’s original voice like this? Kim Mu-gong slowly parted his lips.

“⋯ Me?”

[You shouldn’t have come here.]

“Gibberish.”

[There is no hope in a world that has lost its adversary.]

Passeu- Hyukriak’s voice gradually lost strength.

[I am the destruction, the fate⋯.]

As soon as Hyukriak’s words were finished, even the last remaining piece of blood disappeared.

Woo-woo-woo- The entire Oksan was vibrating. Haze of red jinbeop covered heaven and earth. The hum of resonance grew louder and louder. It was difficult for Kim Mu-gong to lift a finger because of the reaction that spread the scare. Waves of heavy air. Not controlled

Kim Mu-gong looked up. The truth about Blood Shin Advent Law that didn’t even come out in the file.

Where did you spend the tens of millions of lives you gathered? Did it take so many lives to open the gate and endow Hyukriak with transcendental power?

Its true nature was gradually revealed.

The color of the sky changed. To a world of darkness where there is not even a single starlight. The thick darkness created a jet-black cavern. With Kim Moo-gong at the center, the lineup quickly narrowed down. A gaping hole approached Kim Moo-gong.

‘Can not avoid.’

Death. Words I never wanted to think of crossed my mind.

Hwaak-

A shadow covered everything. The gap in space consumed Kim Mu-gong. Kim Mu-gong disappeared from the world like a lie. Neither the true method of Blood Shin Advent, nor the aura of blood emotion existed anymore.

Only traces proving that there had been a battle remained lonely.

***

Kwajik- Beatrice’s fist dug into the middle-aged man’s chest. His slender fingers grabbed and squeezed the heart. Beatrice moved her lips in a contemptuous tone.

“⋯There is no answer until the end.”
“Cool.”

The middle-aged man spurted blood. His limbs were limp. The light slowly faded from his eyes. Beatrice’s pink hair dyed red.

“⋯Is this the only result of selling me and being corrupted? Aren’t you ashamed to see your ancestors?”

The surrounding situation was already at the final stage. The strength of the Cheonma Shinkyo has already exceeded the level that the Blood Religion can handle. The middle-aged man laughed blankly.

“What is the problem?”
“What?”
“⋯Anyway, through you, the name of the great Zhuge will continue for thousands of years. I gave you strength… And didn’t you become so strong with that strength? As a result… My choice was right. My daughter What the hell is the problem?”

Beatrice snorted. I realized what middle-aged people want. So it was denied

“It doesn’t connect.”
“What?”
“I will not use Zhuge’s name. Never. So there is no way that Zhuge’s name continues through me.”
“Kuk…!”

The middle-aged man widened his eyes. Beatrice pulled her hand from the middle-aged man’s chest and brushed off his blood. The pale lips tried to say something more, but that was the limit. The middle-aged man’s head was bent.

The death of Jegalhui, the head of the blood brain.

I killed my father with my own hands. He removed the culprit who made his life like this, and succeeded in revenge, but he did not feel refreshed. Beatrice looked up at the sky with a bitter smile. The face of the person I miss floated in the clouds.

‘Junior.’

When he thought of Kim Mu-gong, his heart warmed. Beatrice, who had been sitting on a nearby rock for a while, jumped to her feet.

‘What?’

The connection between Jinbeop and Kim Mu-gong was severed. There was only one case like this.

Dead.

Beatrice blankly opened his mouth. Despair was on his face.

“Oh…?”

A possibility he never thought of. Kim Mu-gong’s defeat. And death. The word death filled Beatrice’s mind. A whitish gust of wind scattered the teardrops that leaked incessantly.

“Senior?”

Feeling Beatrice’s ideal, midsummer approached first.

“⋯Huh, junior.”
“Are you armed?”
“⋯I think I’m dead. Uh, what should I do?”

Rattle. At the words of the weeping Beatrice, Midsummer’s heart sank. Beatrice’s reaction was too serious to deny it all at once.

[Kim Mu-gong?]

I sent a chat right away. No answer came.

[Are you kidding me?]
[Not funny.]
[Don’t joke around like this because you’re scared.]
[⋯Are you fighting? Answer me when you’re done.]

I sent more than dozens of chats, but there was not even a sign that they were read.

[Kim Mu-gong?]

Even after waiting, no reply came. One day passes, two days pass. A few days pass, and the war is all over. Until the blonde and silver hair of the two women are dyed earthy, the plum blossoms on the volcanic uniform are erased, and the fingernails of the girl carrying her twin swords on her back are chipped. No trace of Kim Mu-gong was found even after a thorough search around Oksan.

Even the corpse.

Hyukriak was not found either, so it could not be concluded that it was defeated.

However, it was unclear whether they had won. It was also difficult to analyze the victory or defeat by looking at the traces of battle.

Deep sense of exhaustion. While the word dongguijin was dominating everyone’s head.

Midsummer felt a strange sensation.

Unmarried Wu Spirit.

That which still lives and breathes in her heart.

As if possessed by something, she opened her status window.

[Until death do us part]
Rating: Unique
Till Death Do Us Part.
As a token of love, they share the martial spirit with Kim Mu-gong.

That trait that always kept her.

It was still shining brightly.

***

Even with my eyes open, I couldn’t feel the light. It wasn’t just the light. Smell, touch, and sound. Even the cool wind that brushed my cheeks. Even the energy that was abundant in heaven and earth.

Sunk into endless darkness. I don’t know where this is Kim Mu-gong consulted.

‘Am I dead?’

It was different from the past, when I was in danger of dying. After destroying the blood essence, it must have been sucked into an unknown hole.

‘I don’t know.’

Gradually everything became obscure. The five senses and sixth sense disappear and time and space stop. Kim Mu-gong’s body gradually faded. His consciousness has gone beyond time and space.

A lot of things that made him started to disappear. A place where even the gods cannot stay long.

The emptiness is originally like that.

The boundaries became unclear, and Hwamajeong and Yeouiboju, which had been mixed up until now, were mixed.

Thus, I forgot the realms of Samhwachwijeong, Ogijowon, Deungbongjogeuk, Nososuncheong, Hwagyeong, and Hyeongyeong.

Forget how to move your body, how to breathe.

I even forgot the name.

Lastly, before even the no spirit of the upper tier warfare melted.

The light flickered once.

Kim Mu-gong slowly opened his eyes.

A familiar place that I had visited before appeared. It had a strong peach scent. A checkerboard was visible under the scattered tree. On the other side of the checkerboard, an old man from Whirlpool was sitting upright.

“⋯ Godless?”
[Yearer.]

An old voice rang in Kim Mu-gong’s ears. Kim’s eyes widened. When he first met, the god of war, who was surrounded by bright light, now looked like an ordinary old man. Besides, he was a face I had seen somewhere.

“Am I dead?”
[He is not dead.]
“I must have fallen into a strange bloodshed…”

Kim Mu-gong tried to recall his memory. He couldn’t even remember what happened.

[The place where the speaker is now is called emptiness. It can be said to be a dimensional rift where the boundary between spirits is blurred.]
“⋯So you’re not actually dead?”
[No. It doesn’t ‘die’. That world doesn’t even have the concept of death. It just stays there endlessly.]
“We usually call it death.”
[Looks like he has the energy to joke.]

Musin chuckled.

“I am serious.”
[Would you like a cup of tea?]
“⋯Yes.”

Steaming tea was created on the checkerboard. Same as before. Kim Mu-gong naturally lifted the cup and took a sip. My heart sank in the warm warmth.

[Now I can tell the speaker. Let me know if you have any questions.]
“Then.”
[Yes, anything is fine.]
“By any chance, what kind of relationship do you have with the Dokgo family?”

Kim Mu-gong asked what he had been curious about since before. It was a pointless question for him, but he just wanted to do it on his mind. Musin’s eyes turned round. Musin, who had been stroking his white beard, opened his mouth slowly.

[It’s my family name.]

It was oddly similar. Mugong Kim nodded his head in satisfaction.

“Okay. Somehow, he said he looked like someone I knew.”

Acquaintance. Who was it I couldn’t remember the name very well. Kim Mu-gong frowned. It wasn’t the important part anyway.

[Is it.]

It was a tone full of remorse. Kim Mu-gong spoke again.

“What is an adversary?”