The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 392

Dopyeong Bukri, who blocked Jinmu’s way, tilted his head toward Lee Hakseong.

“That is very strange. It should be the responsibility of Yukga to supervise the entrance exam to Majongjiro. There’s no way the elders and senate came to help.”

“….”

“But without my knowledge, the headmaster issued a separate order? Or did you move even though there was no order from the headmaster?”

Lee Hak-seong, who was speechless at Buk-ri Do-pyeong’s words, frowned and groaned.

“Stop it and leave. This is the gateway to our Buk-ri, so we will test those who want to ascend to the throne.”

Buk-ri Do-pyeong, who turned away from him with a cold sigh, looked at Jin-mu.

“You, too, give up your strength. I will take care of them.”

“…”

Jinmu narrowly opened his eyes at the unexpected development and looked at Bukri Dopyeong.

You bastard… What are you doing?

If it’s clear that the same side is clear, are you going to attack me suddenly after reassuring me now?

“Are you going to waste all your strength here? The teacher has already been waiting for a long time. Stop reaping your strength…”

“Bukri Munju!”

“…”

While Dopyeong Bukri was talking to Jinmu to appease him, Hakseong Lee interrupted, shouting loudly.

“…It’s not the headmaster’s name. This is our will.”

“It’s a will…”

What appeared on the face of Buk-ri Do-pyeong, who turned to Lee Hak-seong again, was an obvious sneer.

“The Senator seems to have learned how to take out the liver and carry it around without seeing it.”

“….”

“The headmaster personally opened the six gates of Majongjiro to welcome those who challenge the throne. Are you willing to block those who climb the gates with your will?”

Lee Hak-sung seemed frustrated at the sarcastic voice and protested by knocking on his chest a couple of times.

“This is something both the Hwa and Yang lords agreed to. We do not want to leave any more shame in our history.”

“….”

Could it be that the meaning of his protest was unpleasant?

Buk-ri Do-pyeong, who had maintained a relaxed look before, had a cold smile on his face and a frosty spirit.

“Senior Wonju.”

“…?”

“What is shame?”

“…”

“Is there another shame worse than bringing in the majority and inflicting persecution on those who want to destroy the pride of the Demonic Cult and overcome hardships alone to prove themselves?”

The voice of Buk-ri Do-pyeong, who had been coldly criticizing, suddenly subsided.

“And if they moved with the consent of the Hwamunju and the Yangmunju, does that mean their authority is above that of the religious leader?”

The way he spoke changed from engineering college to junior college, but Lee Hak-seong had no time to take issue with it.

It was because the moment I affirmed his words, it would be like ignoring the authority of the religious leader.

“It’s not that…”

“Shut up. In any situation that arises in the Demonic Cult, there can be no will that goes against the will of the headmaster.”

“…”

“You have spoken treason with three tongues.”

“Bukri Munju!”

Lee Hak-sung shouted sharply and took a step, and Buk-ri Do-pyeong opened his body’s power.

Killing spirits, as if dealing with an enemy, mingled with demonic energy and radiated from his body.

“…I recommend not taking any further steps.”

“….”

At the same time as a short word of threat, the soldiers of Yeomin, Northern Riga, appeared at the gate.

Needless to say, the elite of North Riga.

Lee Hakseong sighed deeply inwardly.

How the hell did things go so wrong?

It was almost like it was over.

I was able to kill Jinmu enough.

However, if North Ridopyeong stopped them, the situation would inevitably turn to the worst.

The warriors of Cheonghwa Leisure are attacking from behind, and the front is blocked by Yeom, Buk-ri.

In a situation where Hwabulyu and Yangchunbaek collapsed, the two of Yukje defended Jinmu…

Of course, they could have fought too hard.

However, his choice could cause the Demonic Cult to collapse not through foreign exchange, but into an internal fight.

Even more so, since he violated the order of the religious leader, wouldn’t he be stigmatized as treason?

Lee Hak-seong sighed heavily and bit his foot.

“Everyone… take down your weapons.”

“Senior Won Lord!”

Mokdeungyeo protested, but Lee Hakseong just shook his head and looked at Jinmu.

damn it Heaven’s will is with you.

“Back off. Buk-ri Munju is right. If we go further here, we will destroy the wrath of the headmaster or the system of the Demonic Cult ourselves.”

“…”

At the low words, Mokdeung-yeo, the elders, and the demons of the senate closed their mouths and hardened their faces.

Due to Lee Hak-seong’s decision, the murderous spirit and demonic energy that soared in all directions subsided, and those who chased after Jinmu hung their shoulders and lowered their heads.

Tianshan was defeated.

The inaction of a single person who is nothing but a contract.

But seeing them like that, Jinmu didn’t feel very good.

The situation has now been resolved.

However, I did not like that I did not achieve it with my own strength, but received help.

Looking at the current physical condition, it was a situation that I should have been thankful for, but the guy called pride that was firmly seated deep in my heart kept stirring up my irritation.

For he is the one who extends his hand, not the one who is held and supported.

“You, too, stop now.”

“…”

Bukri Dopyeong, who had bitten the warriors of the Demonic Cult, said calmly to Jinmu.

“why me?”

“what?”

Buk-ri Do-pyeong seemed a bit taken aback by the blunt answer, but then looked at Jin-mu carefully and smiled.

“You stubborn man. But consider your condition. Putting everything else aside, the arm seems to be in a hurry to act.”

“this?”

When Bukri Docheon’s eyes met, Jinmu raised his arm, which had turned blue.

mischievous smile.

Jinmu tightly clenched his fist, which was tingling with poisonous air.

It was so swollen that every movement was awkward, but I didn’t care.

“I take care of my arms. I never asked you to worry. And I walk by my will I don’t need your help.”

“…”

After staring at that resolute face for a while, Buk-ri Do-pyeong erased his laughter and took a step back and bowed his head politely.

“Excuse me.”

“…”

Damn you.

Why are apples so fast? unlucky.

“But the fact that the warriors of the Demonic Cult retreated has nothing to do with you. They have disobeyed the order of the headmaster, which they must abide by, so I hope you do not consider them to be of help.”

When it comes to that, there is nothing left to say. He was annoying in many ways.

However, since the opponent apologized first, this side has no choice but to take a bite.

With a broken heart, the seongi that had been raised to the limit gradually subsided and hid its light.

Then, Jinmu and his party came running along with the Cheonghwa family.

“Sasu-wook!”

Cheongsang and Cheongwoo.

“God!”

emperor and children.

Daegung and Neungseohyun and Dongcheonju.

In an instant, they jumped over the heads of the Demonic Cult warriors and blocked Jinmu’s way.

“These guys! How dare you intimidate our boss with a mob?”

Cheng-wu clenched his thick fists and vomited a vicious light through his thin eyes as if he was about to engage in a decisive battle.

The clothes turned into rags and the scars all over the body represented the hard fight.

By the way.

“Cheongwoo….”

“Please step back. I will protect you. Those bastards, I’ll beat everyone with the Chilsung Fist that Sasuk taught me!”

“…”

Chungwoo, that’s not it.

After shaking off Jinmu’s touch, Chungwoo lowered his stance as if he would run away at any moment toward the Demonic Cult masters with drooping shoulders.

hey chungwoo Please…

“What are you guys doing! Can’t you just jump in!”

I can’t anymore.

thud!

“Awesome!”

Unable to bear it, Jinmu’s fist slammed Chungwoo’s head hard.

“It’s over, you bastard.”

“…to?”

“When you come late… why are you corrupting and fucking?”

“…”

Chongwu grabbed his head and made a face of regret at Jinmu’s annoyance.

“Sasook’s hand…”

Cheongsang approached anxiously and stretched out his hand toward Jinmu’s arm.

“this? are you okay.”

“…”

There was no way it would be okay.

I had to get treatment as soon as possible, but I couldn’t show my weakness in front of so many people.

A whole tone flew towards Jinmu, who couldn’t help but laugh.

[There will be a cancellation in Hyodokga. Shall I rescue him?]

“….”

Jinmu coughed and nodded slightly at the timely transmission, and Neung Seo-hyeon stepped back without anyone noticing.

Seohyun Neung This guy. I got one of my subordinates really well.

“Stop guiding me. The Buk-ri leader will be waiting for me to die.”

Following the steps taken resolutely, toward the top of the mountain, some prayed for the downfall of the young warrior who challenged the mountain, and others could not hide their anticipation for the moment when a new history began.

* * *

The summit of Tianshan Mountain.

The place where the Demonic cult leader Bukri Docheon hid for a long time.

It is a place that makes people who have not seen it covered by the border of clouds have an infinite sense of mystery.

But in reality, it was nothing more than a huge vacant lot.

It was a landscape that seemed too insignificant for the great man who had been called the demon’s sky to stay.

Instead of a huge hall, there was only a one-room chook that could fit one body in, and there was a wide yard full of snow, not a gymnasium made of flat diamonds.

“Is this the peak of the Demonic Cult?”

“Where does the sky reside?”

Chungsang and other midfielders each expressed their dejected feelings at the scenery that undoubtedly shattered the sense of mystery that had been cherished for a long time.

“…Come on.”

And a man with a somewhat displeased expression recognized Jinmu and greeted him.

Magang, a rare martial artist who has long been called the sword of Northern Lidocheon.

He was a man like a symbol of loyalty who never left the side of Bukri Docheon, even though he had power equal to that of the Six Emperors.

Even though he could have lived more preciously than any other member of the Demonic Cult if he wanted to, even that plain black uniform and not even dressing up was still the same.

There were many loyal people around Jinmu, but originally people’s greed is endless, and other people’s rice cakes seem big.

In particular, Jinmu, who is greedy, had been jealous of Bukri Docheon for a while.

“Please wait for the teacher.”

“….”

The end of a position that has stepped aside.

It looks like it will fly away if you blow it, but it is a wall of mana.

An old man with a red beard was sitting on a bench placed inside the fence made of rough weaving bush clover.

damn old man The wind blows like this, but isn’t it cold?

“Bukridocheon….”

Unlucky eyes that make people feel frustrated just by looking at them from afar.

It seems that the old man is still there.

Isn’t it normal that sangong should have arrived by now? or get sick

It’s like a fucking sky. You should give the person the same name.

Isn’t this too biased?

He himself experienced death by getting sick around eighty.

How could it be like a freshly caught fish when it was wrapped around the unhealthy magi?

The reddish color of the skin is enough to live another ten years.

“You are the only one I have asked for.”

While Jinmu was filled with displeased thoughts, Magang blocked those who followed Jinmu, and soldiers from the King Yeom Dynasty appeared before he knew it and lined up on both sides of him to build a guard.

“Go away.”

When Ma Gang gave way, Jinmu took a step with a confused look on his face.

My only nemesis in my entire life.

i came

In order to destroy you and inherit the throne of the Demonic Cult.