The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 386:

The brutal beating only ended after an extended period of time.

Galmucheon, who had been hit helplessly while hanging in the air with her hair caught, hung limply like water-soaked cotton.

The power of the placenta was lost after Jinmu’s blow, and those who remained were no match for the lords of Dongcheon, who joined Cheongsang’s party.

whey.

A chilling wind blew across the battlefield viciously.

The battlefield was cleared and the surviving but wounded warriors of Galga were forced to their knees.

Jinmu, who had been looking at Galmucheon with indifferent eyes, soon threw him near Galseonghyeok.

“I will not kill you. But from now on you will have to carry your father. You have to climb to the top with only the strength of your body.”

“…”

Jinmu’s calm voice struck in the ears of Galmucheon, who had not lost his mind despite the brutal beating.

“I don’t know if the hell where people die really exists, but at least from now on, every moment you’re alive will be hell.”

“…”

“Every time you fall behind me, I will break a bone unnecessary for you to walk one by one, and if you stumble and fall and get dirt on your father’s body, I will make every single hair on your body tremble in pain. will be.”

Jinmu, who threatened Galmucheon with a low growl, slowly turned around and spoke to the warriors of Galga.

“Look smart. How insignificant your ideology that has been pursuing strength is.”

“…”

An indescribably bleak spirit squeezed them.

“From this moment on, I will deny everything of the Demonic Cult that has been wrapped up in the name of tradition and law and establish a new meaning.”

“…”

“Those who will live as warriors of my Demonic Cult or Protestant Cult, rise up and follow them.”

The voice of Jinmu, which gradually rises, pierces the ears of the warriors.

Mandate of Heaven.

In Cheonsan, the heart of the Demonic Cult, Jinmu shouted as if he were professing.

Protestantism, not Demonicism.

Talking about the history of creation, not succession, made the heart, not the ear, resonate, the power contained in the voice made the heart beat, and the accelerated flow of blood aroused strange excitement.

“I will not force you. I will not hold you accountable for all the sins I have committed so far. But if you don’t want to follow me, leave here before he takes ten steps. Those who remain who do not comply will be cut off, thinking that they are against my will.”

Jinmu finished speaking and looked at Galmucheon from the space of silence.

Seonghyeok Gal was tied up by a forklift that hung like a yoke on his back.

And behind them as they slowly stumbled toward the top, the actions of those who had finished Django diverged.

Those who remain in awe of Jinmu’s inaction and join the new world, and those who fly down the mountain as if running away.

And Galmucheon took ten steps.

“…Kill.”

Hwangsin and Sodongbo moved without hesitation at the cold word that could decide life or death, and whenever the awl and dagger flashed, the heads of those who could not decide fell and rolled.

When silence comes again.

Behind Jinmu, who slowly walked ahead, Cheongsang and Cheongwu with heavy expressions, and Dongcheonju followed.

Together with the warriors of Galga who decided to entrust to Jinmu.

That’s how Jinmu climbed the first steps to the top of Cheonsan Mountain.

No matter what.

When you set a new meaning, you must be firm even if you are cruel. If you show generosity and forgive repeatedly, you will soon become a train.

If what you mean is right, even the sky has to split.

Even if I destroy everything that blocks me, I will build a solid foundation and spread my will throughout Xinjiang.

* * *

Confusion comes to the six families that have supported Cheonsan.

Those who came were climbing the mountain without hesitation, as if mocking them for being frogs in a well.

On his ascent, Ma Ryong’s galga collapsed, mad blooded moga collapsed, and he was now in a situation where he reached the leisure of Cheonghwa.

However, his steps were different from those of the religious leaders through generations.

Although he walked the path of blood, he was strengthened by embracing those he subdued.

What were at first a few now formed hundreds of long tails and were slowly approaching.

The founding of Protestantism, which he proclaimed.

Many people followed his will to destroy everything that the six families and Cheonsan had enjoyed, and to erase even the traditions and the law of blood that had been kept by the Demonic Cult.

and the sun went down

The setting sun dyed Cheonsan Mountain red, and the fierce battlefield turned into silent darkness.

Unlike Jinmu’s leisurely steps, Cheonsan had to pay close attention to his movements, unable to sleep like an owl at night.

tatata.

A sound rang out, waking the stillness.

jump.

As soon as the door opened, the messenger jumped in and hurriedly knelt down, dripping with sweat.

“Blue flowers are at stake.”

“Has it collapsed?”

“It’s a wind lantern.”

“Um…”

It was rude, even omitting greetings, but what came back was not a reprimand, but a silence.

After a long silence, an old man opened his mouth heavily.

“What are you going to do now?”

The old man revealed in the shimmering light was Hwabulyu, the master of a dark-skinned painter with sharp white rice and cold eyes like snakes.

“Three days since he set foot in Cheonsan. Three houses that were already trying to test their qualifications have collapsed. Now, if even Cheonghwa collapses, the only thing left for him is us.”

The two old men who were sitting together did not give any answer to the voice that echoed inside.

“It is a clear challenge to the religion that the bastard expressed the will of Protestantism. As one of the families that have supported the Demonic Cult, we can no longer stand by the silence of the headmaster.”

“…”

“Even though the three families have collapsed, we still have warriors from the clans, and there are still warriors from the Senate and the Presidency…

”

The old man on the left, who had been listening to Hwabulyu’s words, slowly got up from his seat with a displeased look on his face.

The name of the tall old man is Bukri Dopyeong.

As the owner of Yeomin Bukga and the younger brother of Bukri Docheon, the current head of the church, he was a warrior who led the largest of the six families.

“You should do that. We can’t quietly hand over the position we’ve been waiting for so long to a foreigner.”

At Hwabulyu’s grumbling, Bukri Taopyeong raised the corner of his mouth and laughed.

“Even the fire oil in the world is old.”

“What?”

When Buk-ri Do-pyeong made a sarcastic remark, Hwa-bul-yu immediately raised a twin heart in his eyes.

“He is the one invited by the religious leader and the one prophesied by the Seonghwa.”

“A prophecy of sanctification? It was he who kicked it.”

“It’s his choice.”

Hwabulyu glared at Bukri Dopyeong with a frost-like momentum.

“why? Are you afraid?”

“…?”

“Do you think you and your family will lose the vested interests you enjoyed?”

“What do you want to say?”

“He came proudly. A few caught up with them, but they weren’t at the level of being called a force, let alone a seed. The guys who started following him here are of course out of the question… Let’s attack him like a pack of dogs and stop him from climbing Cheonsan Mountain alone enough? Aren’t you ashamed?”

“This bastard…!”

Hwabulyu stood up with her face reddening.

“Have you not heard? He rejects even the will of the priestess and the tradition of the Demonic Cult…”

“Tradition? Don’t get me wrong.”

“…”

“The sanctification is worshiped as sacred, but it is only a reference. The most important ideology that has supported the Demonic Cult so far has been strong self-esteem. It is not the will of a God who does not exist. The will of the strongest is the law of the Demonic Cult. If you don’t like it, risk your life and stand up.”

The area around Hwabulyu’s eyes trembled slightly at the cold mockery.

“What crazy! So you’re saying you’re the owner of the Six Houses? Three families have already collapsed.”

“….”

“If I can’t protect it now…”

“So?”

“what?”

“Should I be afraid?”

“What?”

“I am the owner of the yeom-in Buk-ri. No matter how strong the opponent is, he is not afraid. If he is truly strong, I will bow my head to him, and if his will is right, I will follow him. And above all, I don’t think the head coach will lose.”

“Dopyeong! The teacher is already old. Can’t you see? How weak you must have been to give up your seat to that midfielder!”

“…!”

Buk-ri Do-pyeong’s eyes, which were full of ridicule at his passionate speech that crossed the line, sank coldly.

“You’re spitting it out with a pierced mouth.”

“…”

The magic that bloomed in an instant encroached on the interior of the hall, and the pupils of Dopyeong Buk-ri, filled with terrifying murder, glared at Hwabulyu as if they were about to eat it.

“Do you want to try this now?”

Not to be outdone, even as the fire oil was raised, tension rose inside the hall.

“Stop it! What should we do if we fight among ourselves in this situation!”

“….”

“….”

Yang Chun-baek, who leads the family of another old man, Hyo-dok, intervenes, but their momentum shows no sign of abating.

Although it is said to be an alliance, the six families are independent forces.

The owners of each family, called Mado Yukje, had never bowed their heads to each other before.

“Damn it… I guess we’re going to break up with each other before we fight him. Bulyu, you step back first. The remarks against the headmaster were severe.”

“joy!”

When Hwabulyu, who reluctantly sharpened his teeth at Yang Chunbaek’s words, turned his head away, Bukri Dopyeong also stood up with a displeased expression.

“It was a pointless meeting. Don’t put me in your thoughts, which are nothing short of swindling. It is an opponent approved by the headmaster. I intend to test whether he is worthy to challenge the throne in my own way.”

After saying that, Buk-ri Do-pyeong slammed the door violently and left the palace.

“Damn it…”

When the meeting ended in failure, Hwabulyu slumped in her seat with curses and huffed.

“Built.”

Yang Chunbaek, who had been silent for a while, sang in a low voice.

“I agree with you.”

“…”

“Since you called the three of us together, you must have already made a plan, right? Tell me what your plans are.”

Hwabulyu, who took a deep breath and let go of his anger, slowly opened his mouth.

“I have already moved the Senate and the Elders.”

“You mean without the approval of the headmaster? Were you reaching out to them while avoiding the leader’s eyes?”

“okay. A long time ago.”

“You did something quite risky. If done wrong, the family itself could be robbed.”

“Because it’s been a long time since the headmaster lived in seclusion. And now that the existence of the Demonic Cult depends on it, they must have had no choice but to move.”

“Anyway, good luck. But if the headmaster finds out, he won’t be alone right now?”

“Move before then.”

“Previously?”

“They must be tired from fighting the three families.”

“So you’re going to force it all at once?”

“okay.”

Yang Chunbaek replied that he was reluctant to the fact that everyone had to step up to stop an uninhabited person.

“Hmm, can’t you help it?”

“For now, that’s for the best.”

“It’s an all-out war.”

“Yes… from now on, all information leading to the top will be blocked, and everything climbing up will be destroyed.”

“Whoever it is.”

Yang Chunbaek smiled grimly as he helped Hwabulyu.

A battle of fate.

I couldn’t turn away or turn away. If they couldn’t stop it, everything they had enjoyed could collapse.

it had to be stopped

Even if it means washing down the Heavenly Mountain with blood.