Chapter 192

He swung his sword as fast as he could. The Erim army is being swept away.
Some of them were trained and experienced, but most of them were just filling out the numbers.
This is where Tae Mujeo’s propensity to wage war against the Red Plague, the Great Measles, the Dwarves, the Turks, and other immigrant peoples came from.
It was safe to say that there was no end to the bloodshed.
That’s a good thing, or should I say, a fortunate thing.
I am fortunate that I cannot see the faces of my former self and those who served with me at the South Palace Wall. If they were there, how many times I would have had to stop my sword.
I can’t even imagine. Perhaps fate is like that.
Kwakakakakakakaka!
I’m not the only one who breaks out the Emperor’s Army Limbo.
It’s not just me, but also the pearl that Namgung Mu-baek stepped on,
and the imperial military limbo that Namgung Hyuk has cultivated with his late realization.
Together, these three strokes split the world between the three realms.
With each step of the emperor’s earth-shattering footsteps, the Uirim soldiers quickly fell back, one after another.
The more they fell, the easier it was for the party to advance into the interior of the palace. With each step, the younger soldiers hesitated.
“We’ll break through once and for all and capture Emperor Taemu, and you will save the families of the Southern Palace.”
The Southern Palace Prince nodded. The Emperor, the Southern Palace God, and the Southern Palace Lady, who must be somewhere inside the imperial family, are indispensable to the Southern Palace.
And it was only right that they, and no one else, should come from the House of the Southern Palace.
As if they understood my intentions, Nan Gong Mu Baek, Nan Gong Hyuk, and Elder Nan Gong Bone all slipped into the side passage and disappeared.
Filling in beside me were the Wall Power Region’s Huang Bo Gyeom and Huo Liang.
“I’ll quickly clear everything in front of you, so go on your way.”
As they spoke, the thunderous energy in their fists instantly smashed into the iron gate, which was securely locked with a doorknob.
Kwaaaaah! Kwajik!
The iron gate crumpled like a sheet of paper, and Huang Bo Gyum broke through the iron gate, and whatever was in front of him, he was in the vanguard.
“Ignorant is too ignorant.”
Fang Xiang shook her head as she watched, and I could see the mighty sweep of the Oho Danmundo with every single swing of the greatsword, which was bigger than her torso.
Kraaaaaaaaah!
Bum’s forefoot slammed into the struggling Er Lin, showing a power comparable to Huang Bo Gyum’s, and I had to sense something was wrong as I looked at her smiling.
“Everyone…… so motivated.”
I felt the auras of Kwang Seung, Jie Galzhu Hu, and Huang Bozhong following behind.
“They must have gotten tired too, Wulin.”
I turned my head at Kwangseung’s words.
“What’s the difference between us and them? They must have wanted to be strong, too.”
I nodded in agreement. It would have been unfair.
How helpless they must have felt to be so strong, and yet to be unable to use their strength in a crucial battle.
Jue Zhuhu spoke up in agreement.
“Perhaps we shouldn’t have trusted them.”
“Perhaps our protection doesn’t help them.”
Boom!
Step by step, they burst through the Forbidden City. It’s almost there.
Right in front of me is the last barrier between Taemu and me, this massive iron gate.
As Huang Bo Gyum, who was trying to break through the barrier in one fell swoop, once again poured his fist full of power and charged in, I had to scream out.
A chill ran down the back of my neck,
like this.
“Hwang Bo-gyeom! Gmaan……!”
……The air was deathly thick.
But it was already too late.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh …
The fire that rushed in with the enormous binge drinking was a fire demon that rushed in front of the group’s noses in an instant. The kind of fire that would burn your nose and mouth, scorch your flesh, and leave you with no memory of your life.
And I had no choice but to fly toward it. Huang Bo Gyum had to endure the flames that came in front of the molten barrier with his entire body, and Fang Xiang, who was following, was just making meaningless hand gestures and footsteps in front of the huge flames.
That’s it.
“……Gumzon.”
The calm voice of Jie Gal Zhu Hu appeared.
“You’ve fallen into a trap.”
I barely opened my mouth to speak as I drew up my Hoshin Kai with all my might, spreading it out with both hands to quell the flames themselves.
I realized that I couldn’t extinguish the flames with my own power.
“……What do you mean?”
“Why they let us go so easily. They locked us up.”
Locked us up.
The iron gates of the place they’d come through were firmly closed, and the men were strapped to their waists and chests.
“…Walloping bombs.”
I realized why this firepower had appeared. As I stood between the barely breathing Hwang and Pang Hyang, I felt my arms tremble. If this explosive force doesn’t go somewhere else, everyone here will die.
“Perhaps the Tai Mu Emperor will blame us for everything.”
I gritted my teeth as I listened to Jie Gal Zhu Hu’s words.
* * *
“I see. Your vainglory has brought about this.”
The Iron Blood Sword King An Bai couldn’t help but make a grim face. Even An Baek, who had countless experiences and even more, was unable to think with common sense.
“Two hundred million. Do it.”
It was a word thrown at the golden commander.
Now what…….
“Chong!”
Before An Bai could even comprehend, Yi Bai responded by bowing his head as if it was a matter of course. Immediately, he gestured, and Yi Bai took out the wall bolts he had hidden in his chest.
An Bai had to tense up.
They knew their power as well as he did.
If they rushed toward them and detonated the wall bombs.
It would be annihilation.
The Iron Bloods, who proclaimed themselves to be the strongest strike force in the Martial Empire, would be gone in an instant.
But.
Chu, chu, chu.
It was the final golden iron gate into the imperial palace, an iron gate embroidered with the golden dragon that symbolized the imperial family. An Bai’s eyes widened as he watched the golden councilors standing in front of it set fire to the paper.
Then, countless golden councillors solidify the gate like an iron wall in front of T’ai-mu and build a castle of self-defense.
At the same time, binge drinking erupts.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh …
It was so loud that it tore through Anbaek’s eardrums in one fell swoop.
Donggui-ejin (die together) means.
The idea of risking one’s own life to kill another, with the sole intention of taking the other’s life in a life-and-death struggle.
That’s how it unfolds.
By the way, that is.
“……death.”
Just like the words that flowed from An Baek’s stunned expression, the dozen golden councilors disappeared without a sound. He had exchanged his life for the firestorm.
“I wonder if they can stop that fire.”
The dozen golden councilors had detonated at least a dozen wall bombs in their possession.
The flames they unleashed in a single burst were so powerful that even the three thousand Gold Weapons could never comprehend them.
And An Bai understood now.
The “they” that Tai Muze was talking about.
The ‘them’ that Tai Muze was talking about.
An Baek gritted his teeth and charged toward Tai Muze.
Most of the three thousand golden council members were focused on the flames, urgently trying to protect Taemu. They were all pointed in one direction to stop the flames.
As An Bai moved, Ice Heavenly Sword Buping and White Tooth Sword Namgung Han leapt forward in one swift movement, cutting down the other Gold Councilors, and scattering the swords of Tai Pole Sword Dragon Hyun Young, Volcano God Dragon Feng Yunbi, and Cloud Dragon Sword He Do to clear the way for the remaining Gold Councilors.
“Namuamitabuul!”
Kuung.
With that, each of the Eighteen Eighty-Nine is the only one left, and they burst with golden power at the pursuing Gold Councilors, blocking them from interfering.
Indeed, the orderliness and individual martial prowess of the mightiest strike force in the Martial Realm is worthy of a thumbs up.
Yet there was only one who stood in their way.
“Where!”
It was Yi Yun, the golden-robed commander.
His known martial arts level was known to be at the level of Wu Nai Fifty-Six. A master of the Hidden Huang Clan, his loyalty to the Huang Clan was not just limited to his loyalty to the Huang Clan, but his martial arts level was already in the top ten.
The glittering golden blade of his spear is a stream of power.
It’s like a flowing, churning storm, stabbing to pierce through An Bai in one fell swoop.
Nevertheless, An Baek does not bat an eye and charges toward T’ai Mu without even drawing his sword.
There is only one reason why he can charge at Taemooje.
It’s only one thing.
Kwaaaaaah!
A roar erupts from the beast, and a single sword clashes with the two hundred million spears.
With a burst of air, a shockwave spreads out in all directions, but it’s none other than the Tiger Sword Pangak that is unaffected.
The First Sword of Hebei,
He is now considered to be the greatest swordsman in the world.
With Pang Gak’s Dao, An Bai was not worried about reaching the Tai Mu Empire. He knows the Dao of the Pangak best.
So now, An Baek must do what he can.
He must cut off Tai Mu’s head in one fell swoop, lift up his pension, and stop this horrific spectacle before it happens again.
Judging by the ripple effect that this single act had already created, Tai Mu was a man who did not know what he was capable of.
With that one breath, he was within striking distance.
When he was within reach, he drew the sword at his waist and struck with it.
Breathing and slashing are simultaneous.
An Bai was convinced by the sword’s instantaneous impact.
He slashed.
The result of his many experiences.
He would surely cut.
But.
But why.
“You’re laughing.”
The corners of Tai Mu’s mouth curved into a smile, not something else.
Held in his grinning hand was none other than his own gleaming sword, dripping with power.
An Baek’s expression changed when he saw that it was held between Tai Mu’s index finger and thumb.
“Why are you so mesmerized, I didn’t tell you.”
Pfft.
The tip of the sword filled with Anbaek’s history breaks. The sword was made of elastic scales of the Muklin Blood Network, a sword that could rival any great sword.
It broke with just two fingers.
“I’m the kind of person who grows stronger the more I taste blood.”
Those words sent a chill down An Baek’s spine.
For the first time in his life, An Baek felt fear in the glint of blood in Emperor Taemu’s eyes.