As Prophet - Chapter 167



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Episode 167. The Battle of the Palace Part 2

Many people were holding swords and spears, but no one spoke, and it was quiet. Seo Saeng-won’s words dug into their hearts with a certain inevitability.

“Well then, I guess it’s unnecessary to yell and wait for them to surrender, unfortunately.”

“Well, there is a way.”

“What? Please tell me.”

“If you ask me to do something, I will come out and do it.”

“Bimura… … Ahem, what kind of conditions will you set?”

“If I win, you want me to send it all to you, right?”

“I have no such authority. I only have the authority to win this battle, and I do not have the ability to release them safely. Only one thing! I can tell His Majesty that if they cease their resistance and surrender, their lives will be spared considering the gravity of the situation, and they will be allowed to return as good citizens. His Majesty, who is generous, will listen.”

“Well, then, there’s nothing to see. Just kill them all. In my opinion, if you kill that guy and the ones with numbers below 1, 2, and 3, they’ll surrender. It’s a guerrilla organization, so they’re very loyal to the 25 leaders, but most of the rest are people whose faces you don’t even know.”

They were talking endlessly while looking ahead, and although they were talking among themselves, everyone could hear them. Every time the conversation changed direction, people’s hearts wavered like candles in the wind. Soon, people who sincerely hoped that the conversation between the two would flow in a way that would save them appeared one by one. The eyes that had been fiercely glaring in a triangle relaxed first. Those who had been stiff as if they would rush out and destroy the enemy at any moment lowered their shoulders and weapons. Their tired faces with slumped shoulders and downturned eyes were covered with a color of disgust, annoyance, and loneliness that was meaningless.

While the listener’s mind was going up and down, Dalcheon’s gaze glared at the unmanned people in front. There are some people you may have seen somewhere. They are not mountain people, but they have learned from mountain people. This incident may further intensify the oppression of the mountain people. A Confucian scholar may come forward to create a law prohibiting mountain people from entering the summer, and officials who have no interest in it may agree. The study of mountain people may be swayed by the narrow-minded and ignorant behavior of country Confucian scholars who know nothing.

Dalcheon walked slowly and stood in front.

“In the name of Taebaek, I command those who have enemies in the mountains to lay down their weapons and surrender. Who told you to play with power?”

The loud, rumbling sound seemed to be going up and down as if the entire Gangnyeongjeon Hall was going to collapse. The torches lit all over the yard swayed violently from side to side. The air surrounding Gangnyeongjeon Hall, or rather the space itself, seemed to be shaking and trembling.

Someone said it was Taebaek. The hometown of all mountain people is Taebaek, the sacred place where they came down when they opened the heavens and earth under the Shindansu tree… … . It must have been a story you heard like a legend. If you are a mountain person.

Some people’s eyes narrowed. It should be that way, and that’s right, but they can’t move because of their colleagues. The decision and determination should be entirely up to one person, but the organization flows with another logic.

I felt the flow of consciousness ripple. They are such pitiful people. That’s why I told them not to get entangled in worldly affairs…

Dalcheon stepped forward, feeling a sense of duty to open the way for them. He came close and shouted out loud to the main hall.

“You must decide your own life! You must never be immersed in the logic of the organization. Surrender. If you lay down your weapons and step down from the temple, I will consider you surrendered.”

The leader of the men answered.

“It is useless. We will not surrender. We will punish the usurper and set the country’s laws right.”

“Are you saying that it is okay for many people to die in vain because of your claim? Do you really think that you can live? Are you saying that you will not surrender until everyone dies because you can live?”

“We are not meant to be taken advantage of by the likes of you.”

As the two men began to argue, the gate blocked by the sword opened and a wagon packed with sacred weapons rolled in.

Dalcheon glanced behind him and stepped aside. The soldiers stopped the carriage facing the central main hall of Gangnyeongjeon, fixed it, and waited for orders.

“Loyalty! The new war is ready!”

“Thank you for your hard work. Please wait a while. There is still hope.”

“Loyalty! I will wait for launch.”

“Yes, please.”

The crowd was clearly shaken by the word hope. He realized clearly what the word hope meant. It was to save lives. Unable to stand by, Yoo Seok-do stepped forward.

“Jin-in! They don’t surrender. The moment they surrender, everything is over.”

“No. There are plenty of other lives available, you know?”

“True man.”

Yoo Seok-do said a word and stepped back to wait. Jo Dong-gil, who had been badly beaten, just stuck his head out.

Dalcheon stepped forward. It was a dangerous distance. As he approached, barely keeping up with the distance of the chief, the torches on the left and right began to burn ominously.

“Surrender! I repeat, Surrender!”

The corners of the enemy general’s eyes went up. Should I die once or twice? This was a life that was not going to work out anyway. A life that was not going to work out either way, it would end here.

“There’s nothing to see. Just catch the guy. Hit them all!”

It was a command. Dozens of unmanned people standing around him rushed toward Dalcheon. The chief planned to attack Dalcheon secretly at that moment when he responded.

At the moment when dozens of unmanned aircraft suddenly jumped out, Dalcheon pulled his body back. He soared to the height of the water tank and flew backwards. It seemed to stop in midair for a moment, but was it an illusion? He landed very gently on the gate.

Yuseokdo ordered to fire. A red flag that looked black rose, and archers who had surrounded the area concentrated their fire on the men. Dozens of unmanned soldiers who had rushed toward Dalcheon fell from the air. It was pitiful to see countless flying objects falling like leaves. Some rushed toward the front.

When Dalcheon responded, the enemy general who was planning to attack from behind was licking his lips. The most fearful thing in the world is inertia. Once you start, you will continue on even if you die.

“Hit!”

The order was repeated, and those who had run into Gangnyeongjeon jumped out in all directions. It was as if black flowers were blooming at once. Countless spears flew toward them terrifyingly. Those who barely made it to the wall were stabbed in the body with long spears. Even if they managed to block the spears with some difficulty, the second and third spear strikes pierced their bodies.

Dalcheon sighed.

The chief-level warriors with outstanding martial arts skills ran while breaking the formation. They were warriors that could not be dealt with with bows and spears. Dalcheon drew his new form and ran towards them. It was an incredible lightness that shortened dozens of chapters in one breath. It seemed as if the space was compressed and then slowly expanded.

He hit the shoulder of the guy who was cutting down a dozen or so spearmen. The guy turned around and threw his sword, but Dalcheon was a little faster. He tried to stab the heart a little lower, but he hit the Jianjing point and incapacitated him.

“Ugh.”

I jumped over the shoulder of the guy who was making a bloody groan. The masters who had scattered in all directions were destroying the spearmen. A dozen or so arrows flew around the remaining guy’s body and struck him. Every time an arrow struck, his body burst and convulsed.

The guys who had shot two arrows in his body fought with all their might without caring for their own safety. Dalcheon’s body jumped greatly and stabbed the side of the guy who had cut down two spearmen. The guy urgently turned his waist to dodge and swung his sword. Dalcheon turned his face, deflected his sword, and slashed the guy’s waist horizontally. The guy’s eyes widened at the rustling sensation. He tried to strike, block, and dodge, but he neutralized all of that with a single movement. The guy whose waist was cut fell helplessly.

I chased after the masters who were trampling on the soldiers and killed five or six of them, but I couldn’t stop more than a dozen from running away. The enemies who couldn’t get over the wall were all killed on the spot. Corpses piled up like a mountain in front of Gangnyeongjeon. The dead and the dying were mixed together.

“They’re running away! They’re running away!”

Jo Dong-gil shouted in frustration. One side of the wall collapsed and the guy disappeared into it. Dal-cheon stopped chasing him and rang a gong.

“Ring the gong! The battle is over!”

“Jin-in! We have to chase them down.”

It’s Jo Dong-gil. Dal-cheon ignored the impatient man and told Yoo Seok-do to inform him of the end of the battle. The gong rang and the poison lamp went down.

Yuseokdo ran towards Dalcheon, who was standing precariously at one end of the wall.

“We killed them. We won.”

“Thank you for your hard work. Please clear the battlefield.”

“Loyalty!”

Many generals rushed to give Dalcheon the glory of victory, but Dalcheon only said that he had worked hard and did not respond. Too many people had died. The cruel scene left at the scene made me tremble.

The battle was over in an instant. The invading rebels pushed into the target Gangnyeongjeon, surrounded it, and finished it off with bows and spears. Some broke through the wall and escaped, but there were less than ten of them. After defeating a dozen or so masters, they quickly fled. It was a story of a time.

He praised the generals, including Yu Seok-do.

“Whew, thank you for your hard work.”

“Thank you for your effort.”

“Shouldn’t we report this to His Majesty?”

“General Yoo, you do it. I’ll rest for a bit.”

Yuseokdo guided Dalcheon to the quarters of the vertical soldiers. It was a long barracks located to the northwest of the palace. He was trying to lie down anywhere in the palace office, but he barely managed to persuade him to move there.

He sat for a while and leaned his back against the wall. He was a tall man with a strange appearance, but his body was like that of a young child. His disheveled hair hung long over his skirt, down to his waist, and spread out like a skirt.

He said he was resting and asked me to send him a messenger. He had worked as a spleen, so he knows a lot about military affairs. If he had a messenger, he could give various orders. Of course, the messenger had to be quick. There are many soldiers in the palace, but if he knew the location of the palace, he could find them.

The atmosphere of the royal army was gloomy because many people had died. The atmosphere in the barracks was not good because other armies were setting up in the palace, and they were also intimidated. Dalcheon leaned back comfortably and called the messenger.

“what’s your name?”

“This is Horim.”

“You don’t have a last name?”

“doesn’t exist.”

He was in his 40s, so he seemed like a middle-aged person. He was thin and looked weak, but his eyes sparkled, a typical smart person.

“Please call for Cheolmuwoong, who was my bodyguard during my time as a grand prince.”

“Loyalty!”

“Do you have any more contacts?”

“Yes.”

“Please call me.”

After Horim left, a large figure who looked like he was carrying a lot of weapons came in.

“Your Majesty, there is a man named Mukhyeong who has a bad temper. Tell him to come.”

“I will come find you.”

“What’s your name?”

“It’s motivation.”

“Please.”

“Loyalty!”

Did someone explain it to him? He bows politely and reports without having to explain himself. Finally, Dalcheon ordered someone in the guard barracks to find Jo Dong-gil.

A noisy and raucous night was passing by.

“Loyalty! This is Shin Cheolmuwoong.”

“Welcome.”

As Cheolmuwoong entered, two other people entered almost at the same time. Dalcheon offered him a seat while still sitting down. The room was small, so there was no distinction between the upper and lower classes. When he was told to sit anywhere, Cheolmuwoong hesitated. This was probably because he was no longer the Kwanju he had known before. He was the most powerful man in the world, trusted by His Majesty the King.

“You all came together. Let’s talk comfortably.”

“Please speak.”

“They ran away, but it’s not confirmed yet that they’ve left the palace. It’s probably impossible to confirm.”

Mukhyeong touched the floor with his hand.

“It will still be there.”

“I think so. But they are very skilled. They survived the last battle. They must have had a chance when the wall collapsed, but they are still skilled. I am worried that they will target Your Highness until the end.”

Mukhyeong nodded and the two people sat up straight.

“We must stop the enemy this time too.”

Jo Dong-gil stuck his upper body out.

“Don’t worry too much. They were a total mess.”

Dalcheon ignored Jo Dong-gil’s objection and continued speaking.

“Prepare for an ambush. Be prepared for all possibilities. Forbid the palace maids, especially the eunuchs and the court ladies, from entering. I know Your Majesty will be a little uncomfortable, but please bear with it for only one evening.”

Cheolmuwoong stomped the floor with a loud thud.

“It will be as you command!”