Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 327

Episode 327

“Now, I’m done taking out my anger for not being able to get water because I was caught by those idiots…” “…”

”

Did you do this?”

Il-il felt that his breath was choking at the gaze looking straight at Il-lil while asking indifferently.

Clearly, the face was smiling weakly, but the terrifying murderousness and savagery in the eyes seemed to pass through the brain.

“Would you like to hear the reason why you touched mine without permission?”

A part of the anger slowly flowing through the atmosphere took a step backwards without realizing it.

A master who dares not guess.

Moreover, from the moment the author appeared, the air became so stuffy that it was difficult to breathe.

It was not an easy task to dominate the atmosphere of a certain space with chi.

Doing something that is possible only when accompanied by enormous gongpower is so insignificant.

“Isn’t it? Wouldn’t it be possible without it?”

Jinmu’s smiling expression as he gathered his eyebrows together and curled his eyebrows into an eyebrow raised the anxiety of Il-il.

“Who are you?”

Jinmu stared blankly at the tension-filled question and smiled.

“I don’t roll my head.”

“what?”

“You asked why I touched my baby in the first place. So even if you answer, you should do it first. The order is, the order is.”

“…”

Il-il’s face was stained with absurdity in a smile that clearly showed that it was not the same.

What the hell is this bastard…

But the unknown sense of intimidation he felt from Jinmu made him hesitate.

What’s more, that expression of smiling while staring unlucky is strange enough to tighten the heart.

It felt like I had touched something I shouldn’t have touched.

However, as his subordinates were watching, Il-il tried to make up his mind and held his head upright.

“What are you guys doing… are you trying to turn Yukdongcheon into an enemy by attacking our Maryeongdae?”

attack? Turning the Six Dongcheons into enemies?

“They said something about the Iron Blooded Demonic Cult, but it’s all a thing of the past. Are you raising your back because you don’t think a bastard of the Demonic Cult will be able to lose?”

“What?”

“Well, when the kids in the neighborhood get beaten up, they call their older brother or mother.”

“This damn bastard?”

The face of Il-il, who suddenly became a powerless kid in the neighborhood, was distorted.

“And it seems that the order of events is not organized because the head is bad.”

Jinmu continued to speak calmly, holding Hwangsin by the neck, who was lying on the ground.

“Is he my subordinate? About half an hour ago, I ordered him to get some water. But looking at the situation, it looks like you guys attacked and interfered, didn’t it?”

“That’s…”

“Look at this wound here. I’m glad you didn’t die On this head or what else? What if you hit someone like this?”

Il-il’s face crumpled even more as he shook his head with a sad expression.

No, he or you…

“Look at this, I see you frowning in pain. Oh, it’s very heartbreaking. It’s torn.” As if responding to

Jinmu

‘s words, Hwangshin widened his eyes and groaned.

No, if he grabbed his injured arm with such force, of course…

Il-Hui’s mouth gradually grew cold as he stared at Jin-Moo, harassing and glaring at Hwang-Sin’s injured wound here and there.

It is certain that they are arguing about reasons that did not work.

“You turned the kid into very muddy porridge. Tsk tsk I really want to get rid of all of you guys, but… Maybe I’ll have to eat a pot of rice later, and I’m in a bit of a hurry because of that guy’s water.”

“…?”

“If you have a small reward and water, give them all. Then I’ll take care of you this time.”

The eyes of Il-il, who were ridiculed by the words close to negotiations or threats, are young.

This is the land of the Demonic Cult.

There is no way to know what kind of history the master in front of you has, but one thing is certain.

That they are embarrassed to fight with themselves.

No matter how great he is, he knew that he could not deal with Yuk Dong-cheon alone, and he bluffed.

Then, one conclusion.

Even if I die, I will fight to establish the pride of the Demonic Cult.

As I put strength into the sword in my hand as the part of the momentum rose, Magi leaked out.

“…Ah, is it a breakdown?”

“I know you are strong. But we are the elite of the Demonic Cult Six Dongcheon. I cannot give in to you, an unknown bastard.”

As part of the momentum, the warriors of Maryeongdae also change their eyes and emit a rough life.

Jinmu, who had been watching the scene, sighed and shook his head.

“I knew it wouldn’t work.”

“…”

“Well, this side is good. In the meantime, I put up with a lot of things because of face.”

“what?”

“As expected… taking it by force is more comfortable.”

Il-il, who lost sight of Jinmu’s movement, which suddenly scattered like a mirage without muttering to himself, widened his eyes and pulled himself out and shouted.

“Damn it! Unleash the ghost demons of the Maryeongdae!”

Are these bastards trying to merge?

Who is waiting for you?

In an instant, a fierce jinmu pierces the air to the side of Il-il.

“…!”

Jimmu’s fist, which kicked off the ground and turned around, was strongly lodged in Il-il’s side.

Wow!

“Keoouk!”

In a state of unpreparedness, the ignorant pain as if hit with a hammer comes.

“It’s not over, you bastard!”

Jinmu, who had risen after chasing the floating part while bent sideways, rotates like a top and stretches out his feet.

A horizontal circle drawn in the air.

Fast!

two rooms.

There are only two rooms facing the river, and the part that is said to be the second strongest in the Yukdongcheon is sloppy on the sand floor.

It’s still a long way, you bastard.

The bastard who disturbed me so I couldn’t take the water, the bastard who hurt my bastard, the bastard who kicked me out even if I gave it a chance!

Quak Kwajik! Doo doo!

Jinmu’s merciless kicking continued on the body of Il-lil who had collapsed.

“….”

As part of Jin’s axis collapses, the warriors of Maryeongdae who have not been able to form a Jin look stunned.

The fight between the master and the master… This… It’s the first time I’ve seen anything like that.

It wasn’t that he didn’t use strong skills, nor did he use high-level martial arts.

just hit and trample

Doesn’t it look very different from the fights of street fighters?

Moreover, how is Dae-joo unable to lose his mind even after being beaten so much?

“Kill the old man and save the great lord!”

When Daegon, the deputy leader of the Maryeongdae, urgently shouted in place of the fallen part, the warriors all hurled themselves at Jinmu.

“It’s useless to be loyal.”

Jinmu looked alternately at the rushing soldiers and at the sandy ground he was standing on, then smiled and stomped on his lightly lifted foot.

Tung! Chaaaaagh!

The sand surging up as if wrapping around Jimmu’s body riding the circular air waves from his feet.

Does this look like sand in your eyes?

But these are all made of stones cut and broken.

In other words, it means that each grain is no different from a small rock, and what if I use it?

It’s all memorization. Goro, where are you? A field of infinite memorization.

Chwrit!

Twisted into the air, Jinmu’s body turned like a whirlwind, and his hands and feet moved at tremendous speed and threw sand in all directions.

This is the famous Dangga folks’ memorization techniques, heavy rain needles, you guys!

Papa papa!

The sand stretched out like a beam of light and began to pour down obliquely like heavy rain during the rainy season.

Just in time, the warriors of Maryeongdae were rushing toward Jinmu, so what better prey could there be?

“Ah!”

“Aww!”

“Keeck!”

The soldiers of Maryeongdae, whose bodies were punctured by grains of sand that had turned into memorization, screamed and collapsed.

Jinmu, who finished his work in an instant and sat down lightly, looked at the horrors he had created with a satisfied expression.

“Oh, it’s worth writing about. It must be the best for a person-to-person battle.”

After the heavy rain unfolded, the remaining warriors of Maryeongdae were only 30 people on the side of Hwangshin.

Because I couldn’t dig a hole in the sand because I couldn’t find water for my useful slave, Oh Ho.

Other than that, no one was standing.

Some were turned into beehives and died, and some were injured and unable to move.

So what do we do with these guys now?

In order to occupy the Demonic Bridge in the future, we need quite a lot of subordinates.

If you mobilize the warriors of the principality, it can develop into a power battle, so you must obtain it from the Demonic Cult.

Although they are quite well-trained, there is no point in looking at injured guys.

However, leaving traces will obviously cause trouble later on… After

thinking about it for a while, Jinmu decides to make up his mind.

“There’s no way loyal guys like you will become my subordinates… If you spare them, they’ll come and attack you again, right?”

“…”

The bodies of the warriors who had already witnessed Jinmu’s deity froze as if they were frozen at the bloody killing spree.

“Yeah, I’m definitely going to jump on it. It’s very convenient at times like this. That is the bloody law. Even if you kill the defeated ones, you won’t feel guilty, and you won’t point a finger at anyone.”

thud!

Lightly trampling feet sink deep into the sand.

Hard.

Then, suddenly, the ground vibrated as if an earthquake had occurred, and a whole area of sand began to flow around Jinmu’s buried feet.

shudder.

The faces of the soldiers at Maryeongdae go white at the sight of sand flowing like a whirlpool created by a hole in the bottom of a lake.

Yoo Yusa!

You say you forcibly created a quicksand with your own aura?

“Because you said you’d watch over me, but you’re the ones who insisted on dying.”

“….”

“I’ll bury it deeply so that no traces of it remain.”

This desert is your nest.

dented.

The warriors of the Maryeongdae, unable to move and swept away, began to be sucked into the sand.

The image of Jinmu that is imprinted in everyone’s mind.

Eyes dyed like obsidian spew black light, and black morale originating from Mukryonghonwongong spreads in all directions.

not a person

I had never heard of a martial art that moved desert sand into quicksand.

And with those black eyes, the young life was terrifying, as if to confirm his words.

A cruel monster you’ve never seen before.

That guy is clearly the incarnation of the devil.

“Please save me!”

Daegon, the vice-captain of Maryeongdae, shouted urgently with a frightened expression.

Why are these things suddenly showing a need to survive?

But there is something Jinmu doesn’t know.

In the Demonic Cult ruled by the law of blood, there were two choices given to losers.

Either die or curl up and become a loyal dog.

They made a decision in a split second. To become a dog of Jinmu who is stronger than the Demon Lord.

“Why?”

“I’ll do anything if you just buy and live!”

“Whatever? You don’t have much faith?”

“I really am! Believe me!”

“Hmm, we should save those who can’t even walk because they’re injured anyway.”

“Oh no. I’m walking, I’m walking! It doesn’t matter!”

At Daegon’s words, the black morale that had filled the air dispersed and the quicksand stopped flowing like a lie.

“…okay? Then walk.”

At Jinmu’s words, Daegon desperately pulls himself out of the sand and stands up.

stagger.

It was difficult because the devil was watching, but it was pitiful to see him try to walk anyway.

“uh? Are you walking? hmm good You will save me.”

Seeing Jinmu quickly avert his gaze, Daegon sighed as if his soul would escape, sat down, and wiped his chest.

“I walk too.”

“me too!”

“I can run with my blonde hair!”

“I am not even injured!”

As Dae-gon survives, warriors from Maryeongdae scramble to assert their safety here and there.

The so-called miracle of a saint who made even crippled people walk was unfolding in all directions.

come on walk

i will save you

The moment when death turns into redemption.

The warriors of Maryeongdae have already lost their will to fight.

It is the exclusive property of the winner to set the boundary between life and death for the loser.

And they also decided to bow down to a stronger warrior like Daegon.

“So, who has water?”

Papapak!

Now, as soon as I can say it, a leather bottle filled with water is taken out of the horse’s luggage.

I wish I had done that earlier.

“Hwangsin!”

“…”

“It’s late. Bring some water and some horses and bring the honor family and your younger brothers.”

“…yes!”

At Jinmu’s words, Hwangshin’s face brightens.

thank god.

Even though he was hit by one, he kept his rank.

Hwangshin hurriedly grabbed a water bag and mounted the horse, lest Jinmu change his horse.

Jinmu turns his head while gazing at Hwangshin whipping like crazy and disappearing like a shot.

Even without anyone telling them to, the warriors of the Maryeongdae were standing in a line, kneeling in places.

Where is the colon’s cub?

Jinmu, who turned his head around and found a part of him struggling in pain, strode towards it.

“hey.”

“…”

Jinmu crouched down and grabbed Il-il’s hair and pulled it.

Part of the mischievous laugh, which felt a creepy feeling that he had never experienced before, answered with his eyes wide open.

“…yes?”

The respectful words that came out of the verse were almost instinctive.

“Is there a village nearby?”

“…There is a large city called Yakgang nearby.”

“Good. Then you guys should give me directions.”

Ilhan could no longer resist Jinmu’s smile and nodded eagerly.

* * *

Soon after, Jinmu and his party joined.

They found a place where the spring flowed, drenched their necks for a long time, and left again after the baby laughed.

Towards the Yak River where the city is.