The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 309

After the end of the war, the main gate located at the bottom of Cheonjungjeon.

The tall historians showed off their bulging muscles and pulled the round doorknob.

It’s okay.

at the very bottom of Cheonjungjeon.

With a harsh metal sound, the heavy iron door on the first floor of the main hall opened, revealing its interior.

Jeoksaeng, wearing a wide-sleeved shirt and holding a black wooseon, leads, followed by King Sapaeo.

Although Jinmu was nowhere to be seen, the chiefs of the unmanned corps belonging to Sapaecheon, lined up on the left and right, immediately knelt down and bowed their heads without any question.

It was natural.

The enemy’s status is a musketeer.

In the first place, military power alone does not determine its rank.

Jeoksaeng, who had already proven his ability through several battles, was recognized as the top of Sapaecheon’s rank in both name and reality.

Jeoksaeng, who was walking in the middle of the warriors, stopped under the platform where the throne was placed in the innermost part.

As the king of Sapaeo stood in two to his left and right, a calm command fell from the mouth of the Jeoksaeng.

“Everybody wake up.”

“…”

They gathered because they were told to gather, but the top leaders did not know the reason for the convocation.

And those who gathered were the leaders of the unmanned corps who stood on the side of Yu Wol-cheong.

Or was it to ask for the guilt of helping Yue-chung?

I wanted to ask, but I noticed that the king of Sapaeo was looking at them with a ferocious look, putting the red life aside.

“Listen, everyone.”

Jeoksaeng’s words attract the uneasy gaze of the audience.

“The war is over. Even though they fought as enemies, God said that he would not ask anything about the past.”

“yes!”

The top leaders, who had been anxious about the post-war processing, responded with a sense of relief.

“The reason I have gathered you here separately is for a different reason.”

“…?”

“Those who know will know, but before we came to our hometown, we destroyed a place called Shanseo Trading Company.”

Everyone listened in silence to Jeok-saeng’s words, and began to seriously ponder whether he had anything to do with the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce.

“Their identity was an evil group disguised as a merchant. They called themselves Ilgung.”

“…”

“Song Yeo-bang, the head of the Shanseo Chamber of Commerce, died at the hands of the Heavenly Lord, and we searched for the warriors under his command and beheaded them all. But in the process, I found out that Sapaecheon’s true nature was hiding Sejak.”

When the content of Sejak was mentioned, the heads of the world began to buzz, and some of the pupils trembled unnoticed.

“All the elders below Dan Gyeongju, the great general who died to God, were also Sejak.”

“…No way?”

A small half-word filled with disbelief was heard from somewhere, but Jeok-saeng did not stop talking.

“That’s why I brought you all to this place. It’s because I think there will be tribals in each unmanned squad as well as the elders.”

It was the real reason why the top leaders gathered after the war.

In order to wipe out the sejaks who are still holding their breath in Sapaecheon.

“Give me a chance. I will count to three from now on.”

“….”

“If there is anyone here who has been in communication with them or who has come forward to reveal that he is a sejak, I will guarantee his life.”

It seemed like a calm invitation, but there was no one to step out of the situation.

“one!”

“two!”

“three!”

As promised, the red-saeng, who slowly counted to three while folding his fingers, nodded as if he expected silence.

“Let’s get started.”

At the words of Jeok-saeng, Chun Woo-myeong sent a signal, and the warriors of the Iron Sword Team lined up with basins, put them in front of the leaders, and retrieved all their weapons.

What was contained in the basin was a yellow-brown liquid that steamed up.

“What is this?”

To someone’s question, Jeoksaeng answered calmly.

“It is beeswax.”

“How about this?”

Someone else’s question tilts his head with a gaze full of questions.

“The Sejak were actually trained to camouflage themselves with clever counter-use techniques and perfectly imitate their martial arts and personality tone.”

“….”

“But reverse magic has a fatal flaw. This is because no matter how elaborately made bast noodles are, if they are coated with beeswax and cooled, they harden and fall off.”

At Jeok-saeng’s kind explanation, the soldier at the far end jumped up.

“Musketeers! Are you suspicious of us now? Where is this law? You said you wouldn’t ask about the past!”

“…”

Myung Se-chan adds an explanation as Jeok-saeng looks at him.

“This is the wall fee for the guardhouse at the South Gate. He was appointed after Yu Yue Qing became the Lord of Heaven.”

At Myung Sae-chan’s words, the expression of the red student with a calm smile hardens in an instant.

“You seem to be misunderstanding something.”

“…what?”

“This is not a doubt, but a process for me to build trust with you.”

“…?”

“If you keep the enemy’s trinket in your arms, you will have no choice but to continue to be suspicious.”

At Jeoksaeng’s words, some understood the meaning and nodded their heads.

Because it is natural to have to solve all possible doubts in order to believe.

“And I’ll tell you in advance, I’m not a very compassionate person.”

“…”

As Jeoksaeng lifted the sword with a friendly explanation, the warriors of the Iron Sword Club grabbed the handles of the swords and lowered their stance.

It is a direct expression of intent to kill.

“It can’t be like this! Let me see the Heavenly Father!”

“…”

A short command fell from the mouth of Jeok-saeng, who did not blink even at Byeok-ryo’s urgent cry.

“Kill him.”

Spaw! clap.

At the same time as the name fell, the sword of the iron sword team member swung like lightning and returned to its original position.

Took.

A head that fell off too easily and a body that soon gushed blood like a fountain and collapsed on the floor.

Creepy silence filled Daejeon, and the eyes of the soldiers who saw Byeokryo’s end were filled with intense fear.

“I have never allowed a backlash.”

“…”

The effects of his death were sufficient.

That’s what being a human was. No matter how courageous you are, if you are cornered, your thinking will stop.

In addition to the existence of Sejak, how many of them would be sober after revealing how they disguised themselves?

What if you can’t even close your eyes and see your head rolling on the floor?

puffy puffy

The moment some of them put their heads into the basin, Amyeongdae Sejak, who was hiding among the leaders, could not overcome the mental burden.

It was confirmed that Song Yeo-bang was dead, and Amyeong Dae-ju and the leaders who were disguised as elders were also dead.

Since King Sapaeo even had an iron sword, it would be difficult to escape, but the meager chance of survival encouraged their actions.

“shit!”

Break up!

A total of five on the left and right, avoiding the iron sword and quickly running towards the spear.

However, they overlooked the meticulous nature of Jeoksaeng.

It was expected from the time the plan was drawn up.

“Ouch!”

Those who climbed through the windows fall helplessly as they stare at the dagger stuck in their bodies.

And the figures appearing beside them were the massacres of the slaughterhouse hidden by the window.

Those who threw their faces into the basin stare blankly as they die.

I didn’t think there would be a real Sejak.

But… why is the liquid in the basin touching my face strange?

Obviously not beeswax… Water?

What happened?

When everyone turned their heads, Jeoksaeng was smiling at them.

wax? Of course it’s a lie.

There are more than ten of the tens of thousands of basins. Where could they get such a large amount when they were constantly fighting? What was in the basin was just similarly colored water.

I just made a plan to make the Sejak go numb and move, and put in a choo-im-sae with delicious acting.

“I think everyone will be surprised.”

At Jeoksaeng’s words, everyone puts on a blank expression.

“Sorry for doubting you. The quest for Sejak is over, so please return to your seats.”

Seeing Jeoksaeng smiling and slightly bowing his head apologizing, the warriors headed out of Daejeon with a bewildered look.

“Stupid bastards. Anyway, there are a lot of cowards…”

Chun Woo-myeong looks at the dead with a sly smile.

It’s not something the Cheondanlord would say to be stupid.

Jeoksaeng smiled and looked at the small medicine wall.

“Lord of life.”

“Yes Musketeer.”

“Please secretly attach massacres to those who passed the test.”

“…yes?”

“Because you never know.”

“Ah yes.”

So Yak-byeok smiled bitterly at the appearance of Jeok-saeng, who still tried to prepare without erasing his suspicious eyes, and asked.

“By the way, from God…?”

“They headed for the Emperor’s tomb.”

“Muh… a bonus?”

“It looks like I’m going to say hello to the Emperor… Why are you saying that?”

At Jeoksaeng’s answer, King Sapaeo opened his mouth as if he was absurd.

no why there?

What are you doing to find your own grave?

“Anyway, I have a problem that must be dealt with, so would you like to come with me?”

“…to the grave?”

“yes.”

“…well… you see.”

* * *

It was a large tomb prepared at the highest point of Mt. Cheonjung.

A tombstone as tall as a man was erected, and Jinmu was sitting in front of it with his back turned.

Jeoksaeng and King Sapaeo slowly climbed the stairs connected to the tomb.

“Lord.”

Jinmu slowly turns his head at the call of Jeoksaeng.

“How are you? What about the trio?”

What happened? Why do you have such an ugly face?

The red student tilted his head and replied.

“It seems that the hunt for the leader will be over. Regarding the remaining unmanned units, we are checking with Haomen, so it will be dealt with soon.”

“okay. Clean up all the rats in the palace without leaving a single one behind. cleanly.”

“All right. But you don’t feel… good do you?”

“…”

When Jeoksaeng asked, looking closely, Jinmu let out a deep sigh and pointed at the grave with his finger.

Crisp crisp.

Grave overgrown with weeds.

Hwangsin and Sodongbo walk on their limbs and cut weeds at a certain height while sweating.

Oh, it looks like you’re going to tidy up before bowing.

“The damn bastard hasn’t been beheaded once.”

“…”

“I probably didn’t even have a drink.”

“It looks like that.”

The enemy nodded his head indifferently.

“No, no matter how much you hate it, isn’t it polite to weed? my true It’s like you haven’t even looked for anything? It’s a shame you came back. If you had just died, you would have known nothing.”

The Lord of Heaven has a different love for teachers… Huh? but what? come back? Are you just dying? What does all that mean?

The red student nodded and made a puzzled expression.

“But what is it? everyone.”

“…Ah, first of all, to the Emperor.”

“Raise me?”

Jinmu smiles.

Where is the madman bowing to my grave?

“It’s done. say it.”

Jeoksaeng pondered for a while at Jinmu’s words before opening his mouth.

“God has something to decide.”

“What?”

“It’s a matter of disposition of Yuwolcheong in the end of the week.”

“….”

Unlike Jinmu, who nodded his head with a calm expression at Jeoksaeng’s words, King Sapaeo’s face hardened.