As Prophet - Chapter 209



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Episode 209. In another An family

The flying blade was slow, but it was filled with great power. Nohoraha Special Forces glared, and the guard jumped in with his wrist shield to block it. The guard, who had blocked the blade with great experience, fell behind the three-legged general. Nohoraha Special Forces shouted.

“Hey you guys! What are you doing!”

Eun-myeon looked back. No. It wasn’t us. As far as he knew, there was no one who would fly a sword without permission.

“Who are you!”

The black drones looked back, but the one they had thrown did not appear. However, it looked exactly like it had been thrown by the Eunmyeon group. Someone had secretly thrown the sword, taking advantage of the delicate situation. It seemed like someone had planned it, but it was already too late.

“Great Khan! It is not us. It must be the work of someone who wants us to cause trouble.”

“How can you believe that?”

“Please wait a moment.”

Eun-myeon turned around and shouted to find the guy who threw the knife.

“Find it!”

But it had already crossed the water. The enraged Khan’s guards approached. The soldiers who were returning after receiving the order to retreat changed direction. What would happen if the water flowing down the valley changed? The military formations that had been in disarray all moved as if they were focused in one direction.

“You misunderstood! It’s not us!”

Eun-myeon slowly stepped back, and the black unmanned soldiers blocked his way and stepped back together.

“Not us!”

Eun-myeon shouted, but it only made the situation worse. All the Yeojin troops in the wide courtyard turned against them and waited for the order to be given.

“Get out!”

“Your Majesty, this is unfair!”

A group of mounted cavalrymen intervened and drove the men away. On a rooftop not far away, Dalcheon was laughing.

‘Hey, why are you guys fighting? Hehe.’

I slowly flew the underwater dagger and approached the back of the black drones, but the result was not good. I wanted the two armies to fight each other, but the difference in strength was so great that it did not lead to a battle. The fight had to be evenly balanced to some extent.

I sighed as I saw the special forces of Nohoraha ordering a retreat. There were some small battles, but they had prevented a major war from happening. Now it was important to focus on Eunmyeon and his party.

Dalcheon watched carefully where the black man was leaving. People seemed to be thinking the same thing, so he hurriedly left toward Geonchunmun. His expression of defeat was clear. Dalcheon left the palace and jumped over the roof and walls, chasing after the men.

A group of Jurchen troops, moving in a disorderly manner, poured out in front of Gwanghwamun. They decided to retreat as ordered and moved. They did not line up, but they were skilled at gathering and dispersing. No wonder the Song Dynasty called their gathering and dispersing as freedom.

* * *

After leaving the palace, Eun-myeon turned his steps toward the nearby An-ga. Even in the empty castle where there were no people, he moved secretly as usual. He divided into several groups and dispersed into the alleys, then infiltrated the houses across from Sajik-dan.

Dalcheon opened his eyes wide and measured the direction. He ran while looking back and forth carefully so as not to get lost. He sat on the roof and watched their movements, then ran along the wall to move to the next roof, so the black drones running in the alley below did not notice the pursuit.

Now I wondered what they would do. There was a group of buildings that looked similar to the ones on the Hyehwamun side, and they gathered from all directions and disappeared inside. After placing guards in the alley, I locked the entrance. Dalcheon approached cautiously, getting close enough to hear.

I approached cautiously and stopped abruptly. An invisible silver thread was laid on the wall. I almost touched it. I looked left and right and then ran to the end where it was tied. I was curious. I wondered what kind of device it was and looked closely, and there was a small bell hanging from it.

Dalcheon snickered. He imagined traps like arrows flying out or doors slamming down. But a small bell… Dalcheon cut the bell off and put it in his pocket.

They cut the rope and hung it at ankle height on the path they walked. They set it up so that people would trip and fall, considering the path they would take. Some were hung at neck height in the alleys, so that they would fall while running. They would fall with a rattling sound.

It didn’t take long for curiosity to turn into a prank, and then into a deadly trap. I planted a few knives upside down where they would fall, angled precisely so that they would be impaled on the knives if they fell.

Dalcheon climbed over the wall like a shadow. The meeting in the main hall began and it was quite noisy. It was very unusual for a group of people who do everything without making a sound.

“You should have caught Nohoraha Special Forces.”

“Who doesn’t know that? How can you catch someone who runs away like they’re sick of something?”

“Now we are dead. What should we do?”

“There are two ways. You can follow them and plan for the future, or you can stay here and sneak back into the shadows. Both options guarantee survival.”

“We must follow them. They know our hiding place and our ways now. We cannot last long.”

“You have a lot of supporters. If you can get them excited, you can succeed.”

“How can I fail like this?”

“The problem is that Jin-in. He has unimaginable power and can freely use unheard or unseen strategies. It was as if he was looking into our minds. If we could just get rid of him, our preparations would be perfect. We could succeed.”

“How can I get rid of the new king who favors me so much?”

Dalcheon, who was lying comfortably on the building’s beam, was indifferent. It was the high side of the main hall where he wondered when and how he got there. It was a place where he could see and hear clearly from above, but it was impossible to tell if someone was hiding there from below. They talked a lot, but the truth always came out in the end. It was about himself.

‘What, it’s the same thing here and there! Phew, it’s not fun. How is it that everything is so monotonous? People have no creativity.’

Dalcheon saw Eunmyeon sitting like a king in the center of the conference room. He was wearing a mask, so his expression was unreadable. His eyes seemed to be thinking deeply about something, but he only occasionally glanced at the speakers and allowed them to discuss freely.

Let them discuss freely and choose meaningful ones. Since he was silent and silent, I wondered if he was fake too.

The breath slows down, and the body becomes sluggish. Will I be able to kill it this time? There were several chances. I thought it was a chance to completely eliminate it, but it escaped in an extraordinary way. The floor caved in and sank, and iron plates rose from all sides to block attacks. I chased after it as it ran away, but it was not even a pity that there was no trace. The guards risked their lives to block it. Even as it broke and collapsed, those who blocked it terrified those who attacked.

If I stretch my hand, I can reach it. I can kill him, but several failures make me hesitate. I didn’t rush this time either, thinking that there would be an unexpected countermeasure. I looked around first to see if there were any other devices. If this was one of his bases, there would be several more safety devices.

When I looked closely, I saw a thin rope coming down to the right of where the guy was sitting. It looked like a rope for lowering a foot, but there was no foot to lower before or after. It was a device. Dalcheon’s mouth curled round.

‘Wow!’

Although it was a noisy meeting where discussions were held in a free-for-all format, Eun-myeon maintained her composure. She listened quietly without moving an inch. Occasionally, she nodded and blinked, which seemed to indicate agreement.

When the attack starts, everyone here will throw themselves at it to block it. So we have to finish it off at once.

Just one move!

There was a stack of books on the desk next to where he was sitting, and a thin bookmark was on top. Dalcheon took a deep breath. He inhaled slowly and exhaled slowly.

He said to combine martial arts and literary arts. He waited for the deep breath to settle down and then he aroused his inner strength. From the Taehyun Pass, he ascended to the Nihwan, and with a profound mind, he merged with nature. ** From 『Daedo Milin-ga』

This isn’t something I should be using it for, but the reality of war is sad.

White snow fluttered and the birth of a god was realized.

Phew phew.

Dalcheon slowly extended his hand. He had to do it before the bastard could prepare another defense. A thin bookmark in Seoan floated up. Several of them, sitting on the left and right and having a heated discussion, stared blankly. The thin bookmark fell down, fluttering like a leaf. The two men’s eyes grew as big as lanterns. While they were staring blankly, startled by an article they didn’t know, a thin bookmark fell down, fluttering like a flower petal, and got stuck in Baekhoe’s silver face. It came down without a sound and stuck in the person’s head like an iron blade.

The Baihui is a vital point among the vital points of a person. A person cannot live without dying. When it was stuck in the center of the brain, Eunmyeon fell to the side. The people present were still screaming, not realizing what had happened. The guard ran over and checked, and there was a piece of paper stuck in the Cheonryonghyeol.

“It’s assassination! It’s assassination!”

Eun-myeon’s guards ran around in all directions. Some jumped up onto the ledge where Dal-cheon was, but they didn’t find him. The black mobs ran and carried Eun-myeon inside. Dal-cheon closed his eyes and checked the bastard’s breath. He was dead. He was definitely dead. He was definitely dead. But was this the end?

Dalcheon had a feeling that another guy might appear wearing a mask. One that could regenerate endlessly like a lizard’s tail. He reduced his breath and let his breath flow into the air, so the guy on top of the dam didn’t notice Dalcheon.

It was over. They glanced at where the men were moving the mask and stayed still. The meeting resumed, and they decided to hide behind the curtain of darkness again. They quickly reached an agreement to hide the military in the main house and to take the unmanned people out of the castle. They were the ones who fought and fought when the mask was there, but they changed their position as soon as he fell. It must be because they knew well that there was not much they could do without the mask. They escaped the house when the movements of those who were searching to catch the assassin became slow.

* * *

I walked along the narrow, empty streets with a sense of emptiness. The noise of the retreating troops on the main road rose and fell several times. Dalcheon went out of Donuimun and headed toward Bukhansanseong Fortress, but found an ambush far away. He was hiding in the bushes at the entrance to the valley.

“This is Dalcheon.”

“100 million!”

“Ugh!”

“I was surprised.”

Dalcheon went into the grass to put the guys at ease.

“I need to give you some news.”

“Please give your order.”

“The Yejin army is retreating. We have ordered you to leave Hanyang Castle by tonight.”

“Huh?”

“Eunmyeon is dead, and the rest of Il-dae-gye will go back into hiding.”

“A grand plan?”

Ordinary soldiers don’t really know what a plan is.

“If you tell me so, I will know.”

“Loyalty!”

“Please relay the news to Ganghwado and Namhansanseong and tell them to return in sequence. The attacking force will come first, followed by those responsible for maintaining order. Let the people return home after a day.”

“Loyalty!”

The story is too long to remember. The ambush force, which had hurriedly shouted loyalty, ran towards the mountain.