Genius Salsu of the World to Be Destroyed - Chapter 121
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Episode 121
Sabak, Sabak, Sabak.
The aide approached Cheonma with careful footsteps.
Towards a golden figure surrounded by dozens of incense sticks and dozens of calligraphy and paintings.
As we got close enough, the golden shape was revealed in its full glory.
It was a golden statue of a person sitting cross-legged with his hands clasped together.
But compared to the ordinary human figures made of gold, it gave off an inexplicable sense of discomfort.
It was because of the excessive sophistication.
The subtle wrinkles in your knuckles, the mysterious curves of your muscles, even the individual hairs on your head.
Parts that are difficult to reproduce with general goldsmithing techniques were expressed in detail.
In fact, it had to be that way.
Because this wasn’t something that could be called a portrait in the strict sense.
This is what is called a life-size Buddha or a flesh-size Buddha.
It was a statue made by covering an actual human body with lacquer and pouring molten gold into it.
Because the gold leaf adhered closely to the skin and body hair, the shape of the body was revealed as it was.
And this life-size Buddha himself is the leader of the Ilwol Shinkyo sect.
It was a horse.
Ssuk-
The aide took out a piece of paper from the cylinder.
A letter sent by Ban Seo-ho.
The aide unfolded the rolled up paper and placed it on the altar in front of Cheonma.
After that, I pressed down on both sides of the paper with two sticks to keep it from drying out.
“then…….”
After that, the aide tried to leave the church by walking backwards with his back bent.
at that time.
Swish-
I heard something splitting.
The sound of a bird breaking out of an egg, or a flower bursting into bud.
A sound so tiny, yet so divine at the same time.
The aide stopped walking.
He dared to raise his eyes and look at the heavenly horse.
Cracks began to appear on the gold leaf covering the body of the Heavenly Horse.
It meant that the heavenly horse was moving.
The aide trembled all over and hurriedly lowered his head to the floor.
“Are you finally here… … !”
Five years ago, after being fatally wounded in a battle with the Sword Master Mu-gang.
To heal the scars, Cheonma began the healing process by coating his own body with lacquer and pouring molten gold on it.
Cheonma slept like that for five years.
There hasn’t been any movement since then.
Only the occasional exhalation of breath and the occasional beating of the heart indicated that he was alive.
But now that long period of instability has come to an end.
Swish, swish… … !
The gold leaf split and pieces of broken gold fell like corn.
The skin of the Heavenly Horse revealed under the gold leaf was extremely white and beautiful.
Cheonma stretched out his arms.
His slender fingers picked up the paper lying on the altar.
I looked down at the paper for a moment.
Dismissed!
There was a flash of blue light and the paper he was holding crumbled into ash.
Cheonma said.
“Listen.”
“I will listen.”
“Go and tell them to prepare for the final war.”
“yes……!”
The aide hurriedly left the church.
Cheonma muttered.
In a voice that seemed to have been pulled up from a deep well.
“…the time of salvation has come.”
His eyes were already far away.
It was heading towards Mt. Ogeom.
* * *
The headquarters of the Murim Alliance.
There, preparations for war were in their final stages.
It was the same for Youngsu.
The first thing to do was to inspect and maintain the weapons in my inventory.
Poison Sword Sigal, Twin Swords Twinas, Holy Sword Kairus, and Demon Sword Cronus.
In addition, there were about 200 cold weapons brought from King Gojong’s house.
And the most recent one I got my hands on is the ‘Mukhyeoldo’.
After checking the condition of the weapons, Youngsoo started the next task.
Kazak, Kazak-
He started making something by grinding and kneading several medicinal herbs.
All of those medicinal herbs were stolen from the Bingbaek Palace Medicine Hall.
The medicinal herbs there were excellent in quality, quantity, and variety.
It was because of the physical characteristics of the demon cultists.
A significant number of cultists have a slightly different, abnormal body type than ordinary people.
Because of this, they were able to obtain stronger and more heterogeneous powers, but they were also more vulnerable to diseases and the like.
So, he had an obsession with herbal medicine and medicine, and the herbal medicines that were well-stocked in the medicine shop were the result of that.
Anyway… … .
“completion.”
After mixing various kinds of medicinal herbs here and there, it was finally completed.
A small pill that was pitch black.
Youngsoo sighed deeply.
“…I don’t want to eat.”
Youngsoo knew the taste of this medicine.
This was a product that crossed the line between a good medicine for the body and a bitter one.
This is probably the kind of medicine that someone who has eaten feces would taste like if they ate cheap feces.
But I had to eat it.
If you don’t eat this, your death in this war is 100% certain.
Ugh.
“… … !!”
A terrible taste that words cannot describe burst into my mouth.
Honestly, I was confused as to whether it was pain or taste.
But that doesn’t mean I can turn on the sensory deprivation skill.
This intense taste itself was part of the medicinal effect.
* * *
While Youngsoo was making those painful preparations.
There were people who secretly left Cheongho Hall as the sun set.
“Where are you going?”
The footsteps of the two people leaving Cheongho Hall stopped.
It was the black iron swordsman Akso and the male dragon Hojinsu.
These are the guys who used to form a gang with Brain Sword Mongjae and cause trouble in the castle.
Akso and Hojinsu turned their heads toward the voice that called them.
“Falcon, Your Majesty… … ?!”
The two quickly bowed their waists to show their respect.
But Moo-gang’s voice was still as cold as ice.
“How should we, as the leader, view those who desert the camp before war?”
“Your Majesty… … .”
“Go back to Cheongho Hall. The wealth and hospitality you received at Cheongho Hall was not light.”
“We can’t fight alongside him.”
One of Mu-gang’s eyes twitched.
“Are you talking about Cheon Yeong-su?”
“Yes. He is the one who made our friend irretrievably incapable. I cannot bear to fight in the same barracks as him without resolving that resentment.”
They were boldly deserting using the excuse that Youngsoo had destroyed Mongjae.
Moo-gang asked.
“Do I really have to go?”
“yes.”
“Then there’s nothing we can do. Go to the store. With those two legs.”
“… Is that true?”
“Do I have to tell you twice?”
“Oh, no… … !”
Akso and Hojinsu took a step forward in a hurry.
That moment.
Furry!
The two just rolled around on the floor.
“What, what… … ?!”
The two of them tried to get up in a hurry, but couldn’t.
Because the leg below the knee was amputated.
Since I was walking with my knees cut off, I couldn’t help but fall.
“Ugh, huaaaak… …!!”
They both screamed.
Moo-gang was looking down at them.
It was an indifferent look.
Because the one who cut below the knee was Mu-gang.
“Kkaaaaaaah!”
It was a scary swordsmanship.
Of the two, no one noticed that Mu-gang had drawn his sword.
I didn’t even know that my knee was cut off until my leg was separated.
A sword that has already surpassed anything that can be called a quick sword or a swift sword.
Only such a sword could be worthy of the name Sword Lord.
Moo-gang spoke as if he was complaining.
“I gave you a chance to go, so why are you crawling on the floor?”
“My, my lord! Please, please, just spare my life!!”
“Since ancient times, there has never been a general who spared a deserter.”
The heads of Akso and Hojinsu were separated from their bodies one by one.
Moo-gang put his sword back into its sheath.
He then called out the name of his closest aide.
“Hyeonik-ah.”
“yes!”
Phew!
A short gust of wind blew, and at some point a man was standing next to Mugang.
He was the leader of the Murim League’s direct assassination squad, Mu-gang’s closest aide, and the ghost horse Sa Hyeon-ik.
“Hang these heads on a pole together with the papers listing the charges against them.”
“All right.”
“And you still haven’t found that guy Ban Seo-ho?”
“Yes, I’ve been looking everywhere, but still… … .”
The disappearance of the attendant who always assisted him nearby.
There were no clues, no traces, no witnesses.
This incident, which was more like an disappearance than a disappearance, was enough to disturb him.
“… No, don’t look for me any longer. I have more important things to do right now.”
“You are right.”
“Is the preparation for the inauguration ceremony complete?”
“Of course.”
“Okay. It’s just before dawn, at the beginning of the eclipse (5 a.m.).”
“I will spread the word.”
So the night deepens, and beneath the dark surface of the water, the sun of war prepares to rise.
Time passed like that and it was around 4:50 in the morning.
A huge number of troops gathered in the largest square within the headquarters of the Murim Alliance.
Mudang and Shaolin, Jongnam and Hwasan, and even Gaebong and the schools under the mountains.
And those who would lead them all and fight at the forefront appeared on the podium.
General and leader of the martial arts world, ‘Sword Lord’ Mu-gang.
General Woo, the elder of the Hwasan faction, ‘Myeolhwageom’ Ha Seong-su.
and…….
“uh……?”
“That person… … ?”
The one who was selected as the left general, beating out the rise of the star-studded sects such as Mudang, Shaolin, Jongnam, and Hwasan, has appeared.
The left general, ‘Muyeonggeom’ Cheon Yeong-su.
Everyone was surprised, some were not happy, but they all had to nod.
After the body of the Ice White Demon was revealed, there was not a single person left who questioned Youngsoo’s abilities.
Damn it.
Moo-gang took a step forward and opened his mouth.
“Today, we will destroy the devil.”
Thunderous cheers filled the square.
* * *
At that time, the houses around Ilwolgung Palace.
The cultists living there were starting their day no different from yesterday.
We drew water, unloaded farm tools, and rekindled the fire in the hearth that had been burning all night.
But in the meantime, some people with good senses felt something different from usual.
They suddenly stopped moving and turned their gaze towards the Ilwolgung Palace.
“…the leader is calling.”
Ring!
They put down their farm implements and picked up their weapons.
There were no instructions, no transmissions.
Just quietly, the people of the Demonic Cult gathered their weapons and ran to the Ilwolgung Palace.
People gathered like clouds in the huge open space in front of the Ilwolgung Palace.
The crowd was chaotic, but there were no clashes or standstills.
Every member of the crowd moved organically, as if they were cells of a single body.
But among them, there were some who particularly stood out.
A hunchback, a dwarf, a giant, a six-handed man, a bear, a leper.
There are those with scales on their skin, those with different colored eyes, those whose entire bodies are covered in hair, and those with two heads.
There were quite a few people with appearances that were hard to see anywhere else.
So they gathered together and just waited quietly.
Just for that moment when their heaven descends.
Squeak-
After a while, the door to the sect’s sanctuary finally opened.
A pale-looking man dressed in black came out of the door.
Her hair was as black as ink and long as it reached her knees, and her eyes were shining a bright purple.
And most striking of all, the gold leaf still covered half of his face.
He is the leader of the Sun and Moon Church.
He was the so-called Cheonma.
“The leader has awakened… … !”
With a murmur, the disciples all knelt down and bowed their heads.
The leader stepped down from the podium and walked into the crowd.
The disciples split left and right, opening the way for him to follow.
When I arrived in the middle of the crowd.
Finally, the leader opened his mouth.
“All things are impermanent, so there is only the sun and moon.”
“All things are impermanent, so there is only the sun and moon!!”
After all the followers loudly recited the leader’s words together.
The leader continued speaking.
“Today I am going on my last pilgrimage. Those who follow, arise, and those who are afraid, return to their families. I will not blame you.”
All the disciples stood up from their seats at the same time.
Not a single person turned away in fear.
The leader nodded.
“good night.”
The leader pointed his fingertips toward the cult building.
And then, “Swish,” he lowered his fingertips.
A blue line descended from the sky to the ground, following the trajectory drawn by the fingertips.
It was lightning.
Quagwagwagwa!!
The main temple, which was hit directly by lightning, collapsed in an instant.
The leader said, clenching his fist with blue lightning flashing through it.
“There is no place to return to now. We can only move forward toward salvation.”
The leader turned his gaze again to the opposite side, to the east.
“…Ogeomsan Mountain.”
Damn it.
His steps were heading towards the battlefield.