Myst, Might, Mayhem Chapter 46

Episode 13 Attack (1)

A man in a dark blue uniform who had attached two amulets of Yukgapchongbu (六甲總符) and one amulet of Noegong Inbu (雷公公印符) on her forehead and chest and stomach continued to recite incantations with a very tense face.

“Yangmyeong-designated new camouflage Su-seop-eum-mae Duneun doll Yeongbu-il-do invincible at the company house Gamayuwi Station Cheonbyeong-sang salary rate law!”

The magic he was memorizing was Western magic a type of secret magic.

The man in the dark blue uniform whose face was soaked with cold sweat was constantly looking around and being on guard.

No one can discover you while you are reciting the spell.

The downside was that I couldn’t move and had to recite spells non-stop.

‘Damn it.’

He was regretting it.

Since he dealt with Gojo Lee whose level was at the level of a monster and had more experience than Sak he thought that if he was careful he would be able to get to the bottom of the truth.

But it was his own miscalculation.

‘How could this happen…’

It is not at the level of a green spirit.

There was absolutely no way that was possible.

If it were a green spirit it would have been possible to deal with it somehow if its magic and food spirit Gojo combined their powers.

But in an instant he loosened his binding techniques and inflicted injuries.

The man’s back was soaked in blood.

‘bore…..’

The food spirit Gojo lured the being.

To buy yourself time.

But a problem arose.

I thought I could get out of this situation thanks to the handsome shikigami but I don’t know what’s going on.

-Sasasasak!

What on earth are these masked people?

Thanks to the art of stealth I was able to avoid their gaze but they didn’t seem to be the warriors of Yeonmokgeomjang.

If that were the case there was no way he would have come in at this time of night wearing a mask.

“Dun-eun doll Yeongbu-il-do invincible at home Ga-mayu-wi station heavenly byeong-haeng….”

It was an awkward situation.

I was gradually losing strength due to the bleeding on my back.

I don’t know what it was but these masked people were scouring the surrounding area looking for something.

I had to hold on until they disappeared but it was very difficult.

‘You have to hold on. Somehow.’

Then it happened.

‘what?’

A person quite different from the masked people searching around appeared.

He was wearing an eye patch and holding a cane.

The moment he saw him the man knew instinctively.

‘radiation?’

An unusual energy emanating from him.

This was one of the characteristics found in those who practiced martial arts for a long time.

And even if it wasn’t necessarily that just looking at the hand sign on the left hand was the basis of magic.

‘The liquor of Chu?’

It was a spell used when trying to find a desired object.

The man frowned.

When I saw the masked people naturally doing what they were doing in the background I could see that they were part of the same group.

However there was one important rule for the instructors.

Because he was cultivating the providence of the Way and practicing magic he did not directly collude with or fall under the influence of any worldly group.

Until just 10 years ago this was strictly observed.

However it was broken up by someone and a group of radiators.

‘no way?’

These masked people…

-Sigh!

‘Hmph.’

The man’s breathing became heavy.

This was because a person wearing an eye patch was standing right in front of him.

He was using a stealth technique so he would never be found so I don’t know what’s going on.

While I was perplexed the person with the eye patch opened his mouth.

“If you wanted to practice stealth you should have completely erased all traces.”

‘evidence? oh!’

Only then did the man realize.

The blood flowing from his back is falling on the floor.

At that moment the man with the eyepatch chanted his incantation and struck the floor hard with his staff.

“Yeongansujeon’s determination and salary regulations! Do it!”

-thud!

-Ssssssssssssssssssssss!

At that moment space twisted around the staff and along with it the figure of a man who had completely disappeared from sight was revealed.

The man embarrassed by this threw himself backwards and tried to use another tactic.

however

-Good! Good! Good!

Lim! Soldiers! Dog! Jin!

As the hand sign of the nine self-help methods continued the man’s feet stuck to the floor.

With that his body became limp and his strength was lost.

The man’s eyes widened.

‘Can you drink this much with just a beast?’

Bangsul is completed through various combinations.

Note part word seal sign.

These five are exquisitely harmonized to form a drink.

A swordsman with a low level of skill must utilize all four methods to devise a technique but a person with a high level of skill can reduce them.

‘It’s at least Bangol (方月) or longer.’

The instructor receives six levels of titles depending on his or her skills.

From the top it is the New Ilwol Gimyosu.

The man was sure.

The man with this eye patch was a swordsman with great martial arts skills better than Bangwol.

The man said very nervously.

“My name is Bangi Mogo of Gwiyeonggak. Are you uh…”

-closely!

“Oooh!”

Before he could finish speaking a man wearing an eyepatch grabbed the mouth of the chieftain of Gwiyeonggak who identified himself as Mogo with one hand.

Then he raised the corners of his mouth and said.

“You must have been prepared to die for daring to disrupt the Wonsalgak event right?”

‘Won…Won’s death?’

Unfortunately my ominous guess was correct.

Although it is a member of Bangwon Sixty-Four Gangs it is a group that falls under the umbrella of the large martial arts group.

That was Wonsalgak.

* * *

Meanwhile at the same time

-Chae chae chaeng!

The front of the main church became noisy due to the sound of weapons clashing.

-thud!

“What is this?”

The Mok family brothers who came out of the room led by Jangju Mokindan could not hide their embarrassment.

The interior of the Yeonmok Swordsman which had been quiet just a moment ago had become a battlefield.

The warriors of Yeonmok Sword and unidentified masked people were fighting together and it was difficult to guess how something like this happened.

“ma’am. “What happened?”

Jangju asked his godfather Mrs. Seok who was at a loss in front of the main temple.

Her vassals and her inner party chief Jang Myeong were fighting against her masked men so the only people she could ask were her and her second wife Lady Jang.

She spoke as if Mrs. Seok was embarrassed by this.

“I don’t know. “Suddenly it wasn’t long before the outer party warriors shouted that it was an enemy attack but in an instant masked men rushed in and this happened.”

“You’re right brother. “It happened so quickly that we don’t even know what happened.”

Jangju’s expression darkened at the words of the wives.

Even if it was a surprise attack in the middle of the night it was because they were not ordinary people who had enough power to break through the Yeonmok Swordsman’s outer defense line so quickly and push through.

-Sreung!

Jangju Mokindan drew his sword with his unfamiliar left hand.

I don’t know who they were but it was too much to stop them with just vassals and warriors.

Zhuang Zhou burst out in anger and raised his sword energy.

“Who dares attack Daeyeonmok Sword Chief? “You will have to be prepared to give up your life!”

“Waaaaaa!!!”

At the sight of Zhang Ju the warriors confronting his masked men cheered.

The morale was bound to rise as the lord who had been lying in a sick bed for a long time appeared.

“let’s go! Let’s protect the Yeonmok Sword!”

-Pot!

As Jangju Mokindan took the lead and threw the sword the brothers of the pastoral family and the two wives from the shaman family followed suit shouting as if they were impressed by it.

“Let’s protect Yeonmok Sword!”

Of course not everyone was like that.

Mok Gyeong-un was the only one who did not participate in this battlefield.

He naturally pretended to follow him and then moved to the side to a place where no attention was paid.

‘Is it time to leave?’

He had no reason to keep this place.

It didn’t matter whether they fought the masked people and died or not.

Only one thing bothered me.

‘Wound marks.’

The scar on the side of Jangju Mokindan.

It was similar to that mark.

I wanted to ask how it came about but coincidentally an incident occurred.

‘Would it be better to help?’

I was worried.

Then Mok Gyeong-un felt something strangely filling him.

‘This… Ah!’

It was none other than fraud.

Mo Gyeong-un closed his eyes and took a long breath savoring the rapidly increasing energy of death.

‘Good.’

It seemed like quite a few people had died in a short period of time.

Otherwise there would be no way for such morale to overflow everywhere.

So he couldn’t ignore it.

‘I want to absorb it.’

Opportunities like this were quite rare.

However with masked people popping out here and there it could be dangerous if you let your guard down.

-Pot!

At that time someone appeared next to him.

She was a beautiful woman with an alluring appearance and she was Gochan the escort who took over Ha Chae-rin’s body.

“Confucius. Are you okay?”

He was the one who hurried to visit Mok Gyeong-un due to the sudden attack.

It wasn’t that difficult to find because they were connected.

Mok Gyeong-un chuckled and said

“Good. “Can you watch over me for a moment?”

“yes?”

“Then let me ask you a favor.”

With those words Mok Gyeong-un sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Then he began to absorb the constant flow of fraud around him through the method of retrograde tornado.

‘no. ‘What are you doing now?’

Seeing this Go Chan was momentarily dumbfounded.

No matter how much I had no regrets about going to Yeonmokgeomjang my liver was so swollen that I felt really bold.

To think of doing fortune-telling in a place that is no different from a battlefield.

But I thought I knew why Mok Gyeong-un was doing this.

‘It wasn’t energy it was just absorbing this?’

Even though he was possessed by Ha Chae-rin Go Chan was a vengeful spirit.

Therefore she had ghost eyes and could see the energy of the dead flowing from all directions being absorbed into Mok Kyung-un at a rapid rate.

The living human energy within my ears was clear and warm.

However the sight of Mok Gyeong-un absorbing fraud was almost the exact opposite.

‘Is this really a human being?’

It’s only when you die that you will know this guy’s true colors.

For some reason I became more scared.

That was the car.

-Srurr!

‘Huh?’

At that time a large monk appeared from somewhere wearing skull beads around his neck.

He was a demonic monk who occupied the body of Oedangju.

But why did Ma Seung appear as a vengeful spirit again?

‘Surprise.’

Go Chan who was startled by his sudden appearance soon remembered that Mok Gyeong-un had told him that there were other food spirits besides Cheongnyeong.

‘I heard that he clearly possessed the body of Oedangju.’

Gochan asked in confusion.

“Ho are you senior Ma Seung?”

-……

Then the devil nodded his head and said something.

It sounded like he was mumbling something but I could understand what he was saying.

“You lost your body to a strong man?”

Does losing one’s body mean that one’s possessed body suffered harm?

As for the head of the family Sangwoong Baek as far as he knew he was an expert at the beginning of the peak.

But if he lost his body to what extent…

-Kwasik!

“Oops!”

At that time a deathly scream erupted along with the sound of something being crushed and soon a tall scar-covered man wearing a thick sword on his shoulder crossed the hall.

He was giving off an unusual atmosphere but the demonic monk frowned and pointed at him with a finger.

-……

“yes? “Am I growing up?”

Does that mean he killed the Demon Monk’s possessed body?

While doing so the scarred man and Gochan made eye contact.

at that moment

-Shudder!

‘What is it?’

Ha Chae-rin who had reached the climax was feeling a strong warning.

That man in front of me is a great expert.

If Ha Chae-rin’s body is instinctively extremely alert at what level is it?

I couldn’t fathom it.

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