Myst, Might, Mayhem Chapter 411

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< Episode 108: Encounter (2) >

The corner of Prince Na Yu-ryang’s mouth who was looking at Mo Gyeong-un turned up slyly.

“Was that what was in there?”

The mood of Na Yulyang who received a pupil from Moyak’s left eye transplanted to his forehead was quite different from before.

Unlike him who was not used to emotions and only showed arrogance and bluntness he seemed much more relaxed.

Then he put one hand behind his back and raised the other hand up.

Then

-Good! Good! Good!

Lim! Soldiers! Dog!

He made an informal sign and snapped his fingers.

-Just right!

It was the moment he snapped his fingers.

-Gooooooo!

As the main force spread in all directions the trapped magical forces began to be liberated here and there.

The forces thus liberated

-Quad! Quack!

“Turn it off!”

“Whose eyes suddenly opened!”

Suddenly people around here and there were clutching their left or right eyes in agony and those around them couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

This was not only the case for members of the Nayuliang side but also among those who came under Mok Gyeong-un.

I looked around at the members who were suffering to see if they were okay.

“hey. Hey why on earth are you doing that… Wow!”

“What is this? “You…your eyes?”

I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when I looked into their eyes.

This was because their eyes which were suffering as they clutched their eyes split into crosses revealing the bizarre eyes hidden within them.

The sight was so bizarre that it was disgusting.

But the surprise did not end there.

-Poof!

-Quad!

“Oops!”

“You…what is this….”

Those who were suffering while holding their eyes soon attacked those nearby.

The members of the group who were colleagues and were caught off guard by seeing them suffer had no choice but to fall victim to their sudden attack.

However this was mixed not only among general members but also in the minor and major groups.

“Ugh…. Oh oh Danju….”

“Hehehe. “The time has finally come.”

“Off. Daeju Ki-yoon… why on earth are you doing this?”

“What a fool you are. Do you still see me as the Great Lord of Kiyun?”

With screams coming from all directions and incidents occurring here and there even the heads and executives of each sect were momentarily at a loss as to how to deal with it.

What on earth is going on?

‘….’

Hoeju’s eyes which were looking down at the square below were trembling.

Just like in the Presbyterian War I had some guesses that there would be hidden people.

But even he couldn’t have predicted this.

It was hard to count them all because they were scattered all over the place but at first glance it seemed like nearly 20% of the congregation had been encroached upon without even realizing it.

Did they prepare for this situation by hiding so many of their relatives?

-You worked hard. Hey kid.

At that time a voice rang in Hoeju’s ears.

The moment he heard that voice Hoeju’s eyes immediately turned somewhere.

He was none other than Na Yu-ryang his great disciple.

‘!!!!!’

The moment he saw him Hoeju’s expression became scary.

‘Geeee…’

No matter how much he possessed an innate martial talent that surpassed his own I thought it would be okay to just remove him from the position of Lord because he was not a descendant of the heavenly lineage.

But when did they plant snow over there?

Did he even read a few moves ahead of himself?

-I thought the great ancestral rites were in disarray due to variables but still he performed such excellent filial piety.

Hoeju gritted his teeth at the voice he heard.

-Wow!

I am also excited.

Maybe it’s because of this existence?

Hoeju’s gaze turned to Mok Kyung-un.

I’ve never left that place but the reason I showed up like this is probably so I wouldn’t miss this moment.

-closely!

‘Things may have gone wrong but you can’t let them do what they want.’

Then everything will really go as it is supposed to.

Hui Zhou clenched his left hand into a fist looked at Mo Qingyun and opened his mouth.

“Ryu So-wol. “I don’t know if you trust me but how about holding hands for a while?”

Mok Gyeong-un who was looking down at the square below raised his head and responded to his suggestion.

“Let’s hold hands?”

“This committee has a different opinion from him. “To make everything right… Ugh!”

It was then.

As he spoke Hoeju immediately clutched his chest.

Soon the veins on Hoeju’s exposed skin began to bulge black and turn bright blue resembling the appearance of wearing a coin coat.

Huaiju stood in blood and looked at Grand Duke Na Yu-ryang with red eyes.

He was smiling at himself.

‘I thought I had solved everything…’

Are there any prohibitions still remaining?

When he realized this Hoeju’s eyes turned evil.

He had been so proud and prepared to turn everything upside down but it was all still playing out in the palm of his hand.

It was right then.

-Good! Good! Good! Good!

Mok Gyeong-un made an informal hand sign with his left hand.

Soldiers! Fight! Heat! Jin!

He was a prisoner of the old rehabilitation law.

Then in an instant a huge force filled the surroundings of Hoeju.

-Gooooooooo!

Then

-Paaaaa!

Four pillars appeared around him.

To a person without original focus these pillars could not be seen but to the eyes of Huaiju these pillars were visible.

This was created by Mok Gyeong-un with his main effort and skill.

-Sigh!

Mok Gyeong-un put the test paper to the corner of his mouth and muttered softly.

“Four Peaks Chain Technique.”

-Chaaaaaa!

At that moment four pillars came together and a huge surface was created.

As a result Hoeju became trapped in the space created by the main force.

But when it happened like this

-Sssss!

The veins that had been protruding through the skin soon began to subside little by little.

‘This?’

A strange look appeared in Hoeju’s eyes.

I had heard from Vice Lord Mong Seocheon that the person who inherited Wolmaek’s swordsmanship was talented in magic and became a disciple of Bangsa Jo Eui-gong who was under the guidance of Wonsalgak.

I thought martial arts was important because I had something to prepare for my previous plans but since the system was in some ways more complex than martial arts I didn’t pay much attention to how much I had to learn.

But looking at it now it didn’t seem to be at that level.

However no matter how much one is possessed is it possible to deal with witchcraft which can be said to be a power contrary to the vengeful spirit in this way?

It was a moment of puzzlement.

-Sigh!

Mok Kyung-yun held out his hand.

At that moment Hoeju who was trapped in the Four Peaks chain and barely escaped the pain of the bane was pushed out and soon flew to the main building and broke through the window.

-bang!

Mok Gyeong-un who had sent Hoeju flying like that soon looked at Grand Duke Na Yu-ryang.

Another eye appeared in his eye and a magical power and strange energy that was incomparable to that of others was radiating from him.

It was almost as if he was a different person.

No he has become a different person.

‘Those eyes…’

Eyes were prominent on the forehead.

Mok Gyeong-un who was staring at this soon

-thud!

It landed right in front of Na Yulyang out of thin air.

When Mo Kyung-un landed the floor cracked and waves spread around causing those around him to be thrown away.

“Ugh!”

“What kind of energy…”

-Papa papapapang!

Due to the waves and the aftermath only Mok Gyeong-un and Na Yu-ryang remained in the surrounding radius.

Nayuliang smiled and opened his mouth.

“I didn’t know you could even use magic with that body. “It’s pretty good.”

“Those eyes… they aren’t Nayuliang after all.”

“Nayuliang? Ahhh. Of course not. “The child slept peacefully inside.”

Nayuliang showed off her chest.

Then he looked in the direction of the hoeju sent by Mok Gyeong-un and said

“Thanks to this childish guy the whole relationship was a little messed up but fortunately everything is coming back to normal.”

“Daegye?”

“okay. I’ve been drawing the big picture. “There was a variable called you but that is something that can be overcome.”

With those words I Yuliang stretched out his hand towards Mok Gyeong-un.

And then he said with a smile.

“He may have hit his stride but he has a lot in store for you. Come with me. Sowol.”

The words were almost over.

-What a mess!

The wooden doll in Mo Kyung-un’s arms cracked.

This was because he could not withstand the spiritual power of the young spirit within him.

Cheongryeong who was trying to force himself to break out of the situation spoke to Mok Gyeong-un in a voice full of joy and anger.

-Sentient beings… are bastards. It must be him.

In Cheongryeong’s field of vision a figure other than Na Yu-ryang was reflected.

The one he hated so much the one who ripped out his heart and caused his death.

It was the secret offering of the heavenly veins.

However Mo Gyeong-un was looking at it from a different perspective than Cheong-ryeong.

that

“You are the third wooden tablet.”

‘!?’

Na Yulyang’s expression which had been smiling at those words hardened coldly and became strange.

Then he tilted his head slightly and opened his mouth with narrowed eyes.

“…I didn’t expect those words to come out of your mouth.”

-What are you talking about now? Even though he has eyes on his forehead he is definitely…

-Cheongnyeong. This is the author’s third wooden tablet.

-The third wooden tablet… That guy…

Cheongryeong’s words became blurred.

Her mind was spinning.

Her shell was clearly Grand Duke or Yulliang but what was inside must be a bastard.

But this is the third wooden tablet?

The third Mokgan or Sam-an (三眼) a being that is a combination of Mok (目) and Gan (艮) that I learned while working with Mok Gyeong-un was the head of the secret society.

How on earth is this?

Just as I was puzzled Nayuliang raised one eyebrow and said.

“Are you… Are you Sowol?”

At his question the corners of Mo Gyeong-un’s mouth slowly rose.

-Sssshh!

-Shudder!

It looked like he was smiling but Na Yulyang’s eyes soon became sharp as a terrifying and tremendous killing energy surged through the smile.

No matter how much of a vengeful spirit he is the Ryu So-wol he knows would never make a face like this.

This was the slaughter the destruction of the father the blood and the pain. Only the person who committed all of this could have it.

< Episode 108: Encounter (2) > end

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Myst, Might, Mayhem

Myst, Might, Mayhem

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Jeong, the Slaughtering Scythe Demon, feels joy in killing others. He happens to look just like Mok Gyeongwoon, the third young master of the Mok Sword Manor... “If you pretend to be me and live my life. I will let you out of this prison.” “Will you really give me that chance?” Slash Kill the third young master and live his life pretending to be him. Will the fake Mok Gyeongwoon survive this life? The serial killer begins his new life as the third young master of the great Mok Sword Manor.

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