Chapter 69 – Hwajeongmuk (3)

The soldiers under Hwajeongmuk are famous for being sticky even within Yeongmumun. Even though he is a disciple, he is shunned even within the martial arts school and endures the humiliation of supporting the priest Liu Cheng. They were friends, family, teachers, and disciples.

AA AA AA!!!

So, in the screams that resounded after a moment of silence, I felt the shock, anger, and sadness of the death of a colleague with whom I had shared a drink until yesterday, thinking about the future together.

“You crazy bastard!!”
“I will kill you!!”

The warriors revealed their intent to kill Yoochun with bloodshot eyes.

“Stop…”

The moment he was about to run into it with the mindset that he would kill that guy even if it meant dying himself. Hwajeongmuk stopped them.

“Lord!! It can’t be. What did he do!!”
“I told you to stop!!”
“…”

Hwajeong Muk, who stopped his men, glared at Yoochun. I wanted to cut off my limbs right away because of that sad expression, but I suppressed my anger.

“Who are you…”
“Yuwon, Balto’s internal director.”

Yuchun couldn’t write his name in Balto as a unique cloth, so he took off his last name and manipulated it by changing the cloth behind him to a circle.

“You mean Yang Ha-yeon’s subordinate?”
“Um…Yes, I heard that you guys are harassing our guild leader, so I personally came.”

As much as she holds the position of the guild’s in-house internal director, she has to assume the role of her right-hand man, as opposed to in Wings.

“Why is someone like you…”
“You don’t need to know my personal circumstances. Hey, where is Ahn Geon-soo?”

As if Hwajeongmuk didn’t hear Yuchun’s question, she looked down blankly at her land, closed her eyes, let out a sigh, and lifted her head.

“…They…They shouldn’t have died like that…”

These are the subordinates who walked the thorny path with the incompetent self. Even if things went wrong and he died, he had to be buried completely under the spirit tree of Yeongmumun. There shouldn’t have been an ending where not even a body was left like that.

“What is he saying now? Don’t be afraid to answer…”

“So!! I will give you a terrible death too!!”

Koo Goo Goo…

The warriors of Yeongmumun, who had settled down before they knew it, surrounded him and increased their magic power.

Oh oh oh…

Magic power depends on the way mana is refined. A solid, heavy, and majestic ink light pressure pressed on Yuchun’s shoulders. Perhaps this is the nature of Youngmumun’s martial arts.

“Ha… Is this bastard funny?”

However, Yuchun ignored such light momentum and frowned at the rising disgust.

“Then, how strong were you to those bastards who recklessly entered other people’s land and did tricks? What kind of honorable death did you think he would give you?”

“You insignificant stranger!”
“Don’t open your mouth recklessly! We are the great Pango warriors!”
“Mongrel spellcaster…You won’t die gracefully.”

Hearing the words of Hwajeongmuk’s subordinates who were talking like a fit, Yuchun shook his head.

“It sucks… Very.”

Alien. It was proof of the extreme arrogance of the Vangoers to call everyone else except their own world.

This is why the Bango guys don’t want to associate with each other that much. They have an innate sense of being chosen that they are different from others. How many sweet potatoes did he eat because of that dog-like mindset that is the root of his pure-bloodedness and closedness?

‘There’s a spell maker…’
Yoochun tilted his head.

Incantation is a word used to demean all wizards and shamans in Bango. But why do you call yourself that?

“Ah”

Come to think of it, they said it was a hybrid. Matusa. Rather than shelling from behind, the berserkers fight head-on with magic or witchcraft on their bodies.

Yuchun understood. No one would think that the bio-bomb was the result of a wave that did not contain a single magical power.

However, it was annoying and annoying to explain to the person concerned.

“Haa… I don’t want to hear any more bullshit you guys are talking about. Ahn Geon-soo, only tell me where he is. Then I’ll save you and put it on a boat and send it to the China League.”

In the first place, the plan Lee Ji-yeon said was based on the premise that they would not back down. The title of having the famous Yeongmu-mun step down without inflating the conflict would be sufficient. That’s why Yoochun was a slim possibility, but if they didn’t fight, he would just let him go.

“Yeah… I’ll admit I’m strong. You must be a monster who has reached the realm beyond our reach.”

Despite the magical pressure from all sides, Yuchun’s face showed only a hint of annoyance.

If it wasn’t for finding Ahn Geon-su, he wouldn’t have stopped killing only five people in the first raid.

Even after this, there are strong players who cannot be hastily dealt with. Hwajeongmuk also knew. If they fight like this, they will be slaughtered.

Hook-!

Hwajeongmuk took out an ominous-looking totem that was wrapped around the chain inside his collar, stuck it into the ground, and blew his magic power in the prescribed order.

Ugh…

After hearing the lock click, the totem let out an ominous vibrating sound.

“So I have no choice but to drag them into a place where they have no choice but to win.”

Dismantling the 7th level curse magic formula quadruple seal.

The complete liberation of evil sentences.

Realization of dimensional assimilation barrier.

[Hell Kaleidoscope (萬華鏡) Chapter 3 – 10,000,000 Buddhas (天孱萬擗不解)]

Clink-!!

The chains were broken, and dark red rays of light shot up from the totem into the sky, covering the warriors of Yucheon and Yeongmumun.

What appeared after that was a land covered in filthy curses and oozing blood under a sky with a dying crimson sun. It was an evil scene, like seeing a world destroyed.

The warriors who surrounded them were lined up next to Hwajeongmuk on a red hill in the distance. I couldn’t feel any sign of movement, so it seemed to be related to the barrier or the person who activated it.

‘That’s not what I’m concerned about right now.’

Kiyiyi Ik–!!!

On top of that, tens of thousands of ghosts, each transformed into a crystal of a high-level curse, spewed all sorts of curses at Yoochun, the enemy of Hwajeongmuk, the presenter. No, not only that.

The standing earth, the gray sky, and even the red-black sun are all cursed lumps.

“I hope this…”

A world called the barrier. Yuchun, who received all the evil intentions, thought of something similar.

“You should have killed us right away rather than prying us up for information. This is some kind of dungeon. Since you came here, your soul is mine. Bury in the curse of the world and suffer forever!”

Hwajeong Muk, who opened her mouth as if to declare, stretched out her hand toward the sky.

Liberation declaration.

[The Kaleidoscope of Hell Chapter 3, Verse 1 – The Manifestation of the Red World]

Kuwaaaaang-!!

Tens of thousands of curses condensed over Yuchun’s head in an instant escaped his thoughts and turned into huge red thorns. It was like an ominous world tree that had its roots in the sky and soared to the ground.

As the thorn absorbed all the curses, Hwajeongmuk gestured toward Yoochun.

“Die!!”

Woowook-!

The thorns of the curse, which were larger than even the most high-rise buildings, fell on Yoochun’s head.

Deed Dede Deuk…!!

The ground is crushed by the power of the curse that comes down from the sky that can not be compressed.

‘If what I know is correct… That thing can’t be caught off guard.’

It’s like shit. I thought I would see one of the worst magic weapons on Earth, which is hard to find even in the central world. I don’t know how he got his hands on this. That’s something you need to figure out after everything is over.

Yuchun raised his hand, ignoring the curse wave that would necrotize the skin tissue of a Higher Awakener just by touching it.

‘Step 4.’

After the reverse summoning of the White Demon King, power that has never been shown accumulates inside the body.

Wooooo…

Just by building waves inside, the atmosphere emits a resonant sound.
I gathered the focused waves in my right hand and held it.

Knocked out…

Waves of curses are scattered in all directions at the resonance of destructive power, and vision is distorted. Yuchun opened his hand wide in the direction of the red thorn that came down to his head before he knew it.

The four talents of Ohyunseong, Space In, Acceleration of Acceleration, and Iron God Yuchun desperately move mana and focus the inertia of power only toward the sky.

Bankruptcy

[Fortress Breaking Intangible – Unknown]

The mass of invisible power flew creating dozens of waves and collided with the tip of a giant thorn.

Deed Dede Deuk —-!!!

It wasn’t big, but the sound of the cursed thorns twisting and crushing in space was so bizarre that it gave goosebumps.

Aaaaang–!

Barely maintaining its shape, the thorns, which turned into objects, eventually exploded due to the waves that permeated inside and shattered like shards of glass.

Shoot it…

And those fragments, hundreds of millions of fragments of the curse that were pulverized and turned into powder, fell from the sky like red mist and covered Yucheon.

‘It stings…’

A few curses that would not normally be lodged permeate the creaking body from overexertion today.

However, with the phenomenal body recovering in real time and the authority to devour the filthy energy that invades one’s nest, this is not a problem.

“Crazy… Like a monster…”

Hwajeongmuk was astonished at the unexpected sight.

Is that the power that an individual can possess? In the central world, he has seen many things.

As far as he knows, there is only one entity that can face that thorn, an aggregate that can curse the capital of a small country, and the asymmetric war weapon that can control the direction of the battlefield.

“A high ranker…?”

A predator that reigns even in the central world, a world of weak meat.

A monster that reigns as a god in some regions.

A self-righteous man who violates and tramples on the laws of all things and insists only on his own principles.

“It can’t be…!!”

All high rankers live off the guard of everyone around them just by leaving the city. Of course, everything from the name to the face, relationships, and most of them are revealed.

That’s why I couldn’t believe Hwajeongmuk. No matter how many cryptic directors there are, do you mean that you will encounter a high-ranker-class disaster that is unknown to you at this level?

However, denying reality does not change the result. Hwajeongmuk, who is arrogant but has a lot of war experience, faced the reality.

‘Am I mistaken after all…?’

In the first place, it was neither a matusa nor the power of magic tools. It was the result of his physical ability alone. It’s a fragment, but the fact that it’s fine even after being cursed with that much proves it.

‘I can’t even run away.’

This is a prayer for seeking hell, consisting of a total of 27 chapters. It is one of the 10 most malignant weapons in the central world, created by a 7th-tier black magician who borrowed the power of the great ghost of the imaginary world, Bloodmyeongja, and possesses it.

Among them, Chapter 3 Hell Kaleidoscope is a type of dimensional barrier similar to a dungeon. This tool, which Hwajeongmuk cannot completely control, cannot be escaped unless the caster’s enemy dies or has the ability to tear the barrier.

‘He entered the coffin himself…’

It wasn’t just Hwajeongmuk that was demoralized by the overwhelming sight. It was because even with the eyes of his subordinates who had traveled with him on the battlefield, they realized how much of a monster this monster was.

Knocked out…

While the warriors of Yeongmumun were in a panic, Yoochun, who had shaken off all the curses, turned to him, asking if he had any of these things.

“Disgusting bastard. While you despise wizards sorcerers so much, your trump card is magic tools for casting spells, is that a malignant weapon?”

That’s why Yuchun was so absurd. Even though he despised spellcasters so much, the secret power he brought out was an amalgamation of sorcery and black magic.

It couldn’t have been a disgusting, contradictory pattern of behavior.

“…Haewonha guard.”

“Yes… My lord.”
“Please tell me.”

Although he realized that Yoochun was an enemy beyond his imagination and fell into fear, his voice still had the will to fight.

The hell kaleidoscope is a total of 3 verses. There were still means to resist. It was necessary to pass the time during the preparation.

“…Take your time.”

I didn’t expect either.
My choice was wrong
Sorry.

Etc. The words he wanted to say lingered in Hwajeongmuk’s head, but he only spat out one word.

“Yes…Please be respectful. Lord…”

“Follow me, except for the direct escort!”

Everyone here knew. To kill Yoochun, who still has a bloody presence, means to die instead.

However, Hwajeongmuk’s loyal men rushed toward Yoochun without hesitation.

Chae-chae-chae-!

Immediately after Hwajeongmuk’s command, an uninterrupted offensive poured into Yoochun. Yoochun, watching the feast of blades attacking in an instant, clenched his fists.

“Even though I was tired…”

Kwaaang-!

The swordsman, who rushed from the front to the front, couldn’t even utter a scream and his head exploded.

“There’s nothing wrong with killing you guys.”

The joint attack of the warriors of Yeongmumun that followed was as elaborate as a cog wheel that was constantly turning. Huge training assuming one-to-many, and karma accumulated in actual battles on the battlefield.

There is only one way for Yoochun to oppose the shape of nothingness that is made up of one thing from before until now. His greatest strength, his strength.

Yuchun braced his lower body and threw his fist at the wave of blades.

Quadd deuk…!!

The air rippled, and the spears, knives, blades, and other blades with magic power in Yuchun’s fists were shattered and torn like paper. His heroic determination to sacrifice his life for his master was weighed down by physical pressure.

What remains from now on is a one-sided slaughter. The elaborate Hapgong collapsed, and Yuchun, digging between the unbalanced balance, threw out his fists and feet indiscriminately.

Bubbubuck-!!
Wow-!
Curry-!

Blood, screams, and flesh splattered in a storm of power. In this way, the elite warriors of Yeongmumun died fleetingly, leaving only the two who survived and retreated.

“Keugh…”
“Unbelievable…”

However, the two survivors, rankers Haewoncheon and Kyungho, also lost their right and left arms, respectively. No, to be precise, he lost only one arm because he was a ranker-class soldier. If they hadn’t twisted their bodies in an instant, Yuchun’s fist would have turned them into chunks of meat.

They stared at Yoochun, who finished the slaughter in dismay and wiped the blood off his hands.

“Why bother running away and fucking?”

There was no emotional upheaval in Yoochun’s voice as he opened his mouth after picking up a piece of clothing that had fallen on the ground like wiping water and wiping his hands.

I was in vain.

That resolute will had no meaning in the face of overwhelming power. And that it was just a lax illusion to take time and at least inflict meaningful wounds.

“Ahhhhh-!!”
“Aaaaa-!!”

Desperate and angry at the fact that their colleagues, who had been eating together for a long time, did not even leave a corpse due to such emotionless mechanical violence, the two turned their eyes and rushed at Yoochun. However…

Quick-!
Quadduk-!

It was just an easier hunt for a warrior to forget even the tricks of Mu and rush at him. In the end, Haewoncheon and Kyungho met their deaths by having their heads pulled out, not befitting the title of ranker.

Having slaughtered dozens of warriors like that, Yoochun turned his head to the place where Hwajeongmuk was shedding bloody tears.