As Prophet - Chapter 146



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Episode 146. Pursuit – Ruyi Part 2

At that moment, a white ray of light reflected and passed by Dalcheon’s eyes. Dalcheon, who was lying on the thatched roof, raised his upper body.

There it is! It’s silver!

You could put the same shell on anyone and say that this is the leader, but the same silver face that I saw in the electric gate at dawn was there. It’s far away, so I can’t tell if this is the same guy. Just how many silver faces are there!

The silver mask serves to cover the face, but another one can also serve the same function. It is about two hundred sheets away. The appearance is the same, but it is too far to feel the warmth of a person. I desperately wish the distance was just a little closer.

Dalcheon looked around again. If there was someone who was disguised, they could approach within fifty or so steps. Below, a guy had turned around the house and entered the narrow space between the wall and the fence. It seemed to be a side road, and he was wearing a red Cheollik with narrow sleeves and a short skirt. It was a military uniform. Dalcheon jumped down and stepped on the guy’s shoulder.

“Ugh.”

I touched the demon and genital areas of the fallen man at the same time. He flailed in pain, his mouth turning, but no sound came out.

Dalcheon took off the clothes of the guy who was swearing and dragged the guy who couldn’t move and put him in the side room. Then he snickered. Even I think it’s funny. It was a good thing that he put the guy who was going to the side room in the side room. Thinking that the guy would lose it and fight back and forth, he smiled broadly and put on his iron clothes.

It was a military uniform with similar proportions for the top and bottom. I quickly put it on, turned over the hat he was wearing, put on my belt, and went outside, or more precisely, into a square space. No one said anything when I changed my clothes. It was a world where everyone was hidden and anonymous. Since I was wearing a yukata, some people straightened their posture and greeted me. I waved my hand to indicate that I should rest, and went to the center.

The thing was getting closer. It was like that. The more I looked, the more it seemed like that. Maybe it was because of my thoughts. Isn’t it the thing’s thoughts that it shows me what I want to see? Thinking that I might be seeing things wrong, I deliberately turned my gaze to look at the sky, then at the soldiers gathering, and then looked again.

One shoulder is slightly slumped, and that is the guy from before. Just like Jeon Ga, he sits on a pedestal slightly higher than the main hall, it seems to be a habit. In other places, there are Mojiri who are desperately trying to secure a position that can overwhelm the audience. It is their intention to confirm that they are the leader everywhere. Behind him and to the left and right, five black unmanned people are standing, and under the main hall, there are about twenty people.

Dalcheon stopped at a distance of about fifty feet. He stood alone as a complete stranger, trying to deceive their attention by pretending to be one of the same group. He counted the number of weapons that the gathered men had set up, pretending to check them. When he counted the black unmanned men up close, there were more than fifty.

It’s difficult. Even if he’s a bad guy, if he fights against fifty of those who have mastered my qi, he might lose. It’s not possible to jump into the sky and fall into them like before. There are quite a few experts among them. They don’t seem to be the best, but their qi is quite strong.

Dalcheon, who had been avoiding their gazes like a guilty person, suddenly turned around and rushed forward fiercely, sticking close to the ground. What could there be to think about? If it works, it works, if it doesn’t, it doesn’t.

I ran through twenty chapters in one breath. When I was shortening the remaining twenty chapters, they found Dalcheon. Was it a mistake that he was wearing a red iron jacket? He looked so good. I ran fiercely through the empty space separated from the soldiers.

With incredible speed, three or four flying creatures blocked the way as they dashed fearfully toward their target. They were the black drones under the main hall. They were skilled at blocking the front and spreading their wings to the left and right.

Dalcheon leaped into the air just before making contact with them. His body, which had stepped on the true ground and jumped up, spun around high in the air. The three blades pointed toward the sky, but they were out of range. Dalcheon, who had straightened his body and descended, rushed toward the main hall. The men on the main hall blocked Dalcheon. This was unavoidable and he could not turn back.

Since there was a silver side behind them, two of them blocked the front with their bodies and swung their swords. The other two spread their wings left and right and slashed up, down, and horizontally.

The sword tied to the belt that was caught and turned was pulled out, emitting a ray of pure white light.

“Ha.”

He avoided the four blades flying from three sides by twisting his body backwards, and moved the two in front to the side. A pure white ray of light appeared on Dalcheon’s left arm. He pushed away the one blocking his way by striking the left arm in the side, and the two men who had approached him side by side were pushed back at once.

I spun around with my arms outstretched and fell in front of him. The sword of the one remaining guy flew at me, drawing countless sword strokes. It was as fast as a ray of light, as if I had surrounded myself with a sword. I couldn’t dodge it.

Dalcheon’s sword struck diagonally. The sword that fell with a jerk collided with the sword of the bastard. While breaking the sword of the bastard who blocked it with all his might, he slashed from the bastard’s shoulder to the opposite waist. The red line grew bigger and bigger, and blood gushed out.

Eun-myeon turned his back and ran away. He went over to the wall blocking one side of the main hall. Dal-cheon jumped out while crossing his legs in the air. He was so fast that he could hear a groan coming from his body. As he hurriedly approached, he felt pity in the eyes of the creature that had become enlarged.

The moment Dalcheon’s sword was about to pierce the bastard’s waist, the floor collapsed. The floor the bastard was standing on sank down. Dalcheon, who had been approaching quickly, grabbed the wall and changed direction, but it was already too late. A thick plank closed over the floor the bastard had landed on.

Dalcheon jumped down and slashed the ground. But the sound was strange. There was only the sound of metal scraping underneath the tree being cut down. The ground split, but the bottom was not visible. He slashed once more, but only the wooden board above was cut and flew away. Beneath that, an iron floor was hidden.

There was no time. The unmanned soldiers who had been passing by Dalcheon turned around and rushed at him. Twenty or so people rushed at him like a pack of dogs. They didn’t think about defense. They attacked him without regard for his life. Even though he knew that if he evaded slightly, his life would be lost, he threw his body and swung his sword.

Dalcheon spun around and swatted away the swords that were flying at him. The three of them flew sideways like straw and fell. As he was about to strike down again, four sword blades flew at him from the opposite side. He blocked them, pushed them back, and bent them, then ducked his head to dodge. The explanation is long, but it happened almost in one breath.

It was too late. Too late, unfortunately. The bastard was preparing to run away. And above all, you can’t fight hundreds of people. Dalcheon gave up and pulled his body aside.

He jumped sideways, stood on one arm, and somersaulted, looking down. He was trying to catch the commander. He craned his neck to see, but the guy had already wrapped himself in a curtain of human form. Dozens of solid unmanned soldiers surrounded him.

“Ugh.”

As the body fell, Dalcheon hurled his underwater swords. One flew sideways and the other fell down in a parabolic arc. The speeds were also different.

The men rushed to strike with their swords. Some tried to block with their shields. It was a slow-moving raindrop that allowed them to do so. Dalcheon quickly extended the remaining one as if drawing a straight line. It flew in the blink of an eye and landed on the man’s forehead under his helmet. The remaining two changed direction and landed on his left chest and right shoulder. Thump, thump, the sound of armor cutting was heard belatedly.

Several swords that arrived late were aimed at Dalcheon’s body, but Dalcheon lifted his body into the sky, shaking off his sense of place.

“Woooooooo… … !”

In an instant, Dalcheon, who had skipped dozens of chapters, crossed the wide yard and jumped over a house. It was not a human movement. The way it left the battlefield was as free as a flying bird. What could a person do to a bird? I could only watch it like a dog chasing a chicken.

Dalcheon, who had fled far away, stood facing the center of their camp.

Many people gathered around the dead commander and made a fuss. Eun-myeon did not appear again. An escape route made of iron plates was prepared under the house. Dal-cheon mobilized the gi-gam to look under the ground, but the distance was too far.

Two generals were killed, and the army that went out to Donuimun was destroyed, but two people are still alive. If they are commanders who have been raised and created, they will have an impact on today’s battle. It will be in the north and east. I mean, there is an army about the size of the one I saw in the south.

After waiting for a while, I returned to Gwanghwamun, which I had decided to set up as my headquarters.

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There was no chaos. It seemed like they were not gathering the military, but rather organizing the merchants and customers who were flocking to the melee. Some were sent to the Samgunbu, and some were sent to the Uijeongbu on the other side.

The soldiers’ morale was greatly inflated by the rumor of the Battle of Donuimun. The Gyeonggi governor was pacing back and forth in front of the main camp. It seemed as if he was showing off his achievement. Just delivering the news made him feel proud, and the thick armor he was wearing inside made him look imposing. When Dalcheon approached him with a smile, the Gyeonggi governor readily stepped forward and bowed his head.

“Are you coming now?”

“You came.”

“As you commanded, I have brought the assembled troops first. I have sent an official document to each county to gather additional troops.”

“Thank you for your effort.”

“I think it would be a good idea to contact the Hwanghae governor as well. It’s closer than you think, even though it’s Hwanghae Province.”

“Is that so?”

“If they cross Cheoryeong, they will have to go to Yangju and Heunginjimun, and if they come from the northwest, they will have to go through Hwanghae-do. There is a natural obstacle called Imjin Ferry. The troops from Hwanghae-do can be considered as the same as Gi-gi. Since ancient times, the Gyeonggi and Hwanghae governors were close to Hanyang, so we have placed them there with deep loyalty. If we give them an order, they will lead the troops and come running. We are actually waiting for such a thing to happen. Isn’t it the dream of a government official to achieve great things, contribute to the country, and rise high? Such a hope is not a bad thing, and it is something we should pursue positively.”

He scratched the back of his head, feeling embarrassed about what he was saying. It seemed like he was praising himself as the game auditor.

Dalcheon was lost in thought. You can’t know a person. He was concerned about seeing Yu Dam-nyeon in their military camp. How far could he have recruited them? If he is not careful, he could commit the foolish mistake of sending in troops who sympathize with the rebels while trying to suppress the civil war.

“Gamsa Hwanghae… … . What kind of person are you?”

“Does it matter what kind of person they are? What matters is their role. As I said earlier, the positions of Hanseong Panyun, Gyeonggi Gamsa, and Hwanghae Gamsa are like a stairway to advance to important central positions.”

“Actually, I saw Yu Dam-nyeon in the enemy camp. It seems he has joined them. And quite a few officials are there, that is, sympathizing with Yeokcheon.”

“The tax rate is low, so there is not enough money to maintain the management organization, and there are not enough positions. It is a poor government. You can have such hopes. Passing the civil service examination does not mean you will get a government position. If there is no line, it is not easy.”

“It would be a good idea to gather the Hwanghae-do troops at Imjin Ferry and arrange for them to enter when necessary. There will be time. I will check then. If the troops that we worked so hard to gather turn into rebels, it will be really difficult. It would be better to use the current troops for the battle inside the castle and mobilize them for the battle outside the castle.”

“I will contact you to have you stand by at Sojip and Imjin Ferry.”

“Yes, please.”

Several people who saw Dalcheon’s arrival were already waiting outside. The conversation between the two seemed to be important, so they did not approach him for a while, but they all rushed forward and tried to report to each other first.

Dalcheon knows that he has a very close relationship with the new king and wants to look good. It is said that the human mind is like a turbid stream. Unnecessary things flow down to easy and dirty places depending on the height.