Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 344

Episode 344

“Look at this bastard? Smile? How dare you… to the remnants of the defeated Hocheon branch?”

The low-level warriors, who were approaching the Hwangshin with vicious momentum, stopped at the sight of something strange.

Goosebumps filled my arms as I glanced down, followed by chills.

“What is it? What is your body like?”

When the low-ranking warriors showed similar behavior and wondered, Hwangshin, who even felt pity, gave an earnest glance.

Behind you… behind you…

please turn your head?

Can’t you feel the monster opening its mouth wide and drooling?

When the wink didn’t work, the warriors slowly turned their heads as they pointed with one finger straight out.

“…what?”

In the place where the eyes of the low-ranking warriors reached, there was Jinmu, who smiled fiercely with his chin slightly raised and his fangs exposed.

“Do you also Dongcheon Lord?”

“….”

Hwangshin lowered his dagger and shook his head at the sight of the low-ranking warrior who stuttered to the point of being so surprised.

yes no wonder

Jinmu’s smile, which everyone in the know knows, is the expression he gets when he’s extremely angry.

Probably, since he showed his fangs, I expect that at least one angle, or more than two angles, will be beaten.

However, the low-level drone suddenly showed an unexpected reaction.

“Dongcheon Lord! It is the remnant of the Hocheon branch. It looks like the bastards were hiding it. We will deal with it quickly.”

“…”

What is this reaction?

Don’t you know what kind of crisis is facing you right now?

The emperor tilted his head at the unexpected reaction.

Usually, those who have experienced Jinmu’s expression and murderous behavior should eat a hundred times and lie down flat… Is it because they haven’t been hit yet? If you do that, you’re going to get a lot of bloody poop right?

“There is no need for Dongcheon Lord to step forward. Leave it to us!”

The low-level warriors, who should have been frightened by the appearance of Jinmu, aimed their swords at Hwangshin with courage.

Hey… over there. Aren’t you misunderstanding something right now?

I felt like I wanted to give an explanation.

“The Lord of Heaven is watching over you! Let’s all decapitate that bastard and the criminals he hid!”

“…that.”

The Emperor couldn’t even open his mouth.

Those guys wouldn’t even dream of it. That the words just crossed the line.

It was not enough to plunder civilians, so he proudly said that he would kill him in front of that dog lord.

Seeing Jinmu’s smile grow deeper, Hwangshin cautiously stepped back.

“bloke! What a scary shape! But you can never run away!”

The warriors raised their spirits and were intent on mocking the Hwangshin.

chin!

“…?”

A low-level soldier turning his head to the hand holding his shoulder.

“it’s okay. As for this guy, we…?”

His confident eyes showed a demonic face and a growing fist covering him.

“Dong…”

Wow! Quaang!

The warrior who fell in a parabolic arc fell to the ground as if hit by a fist.

“What are these motherfuckers up to now!”

“Do you also Dongcheon Lord?”

Dongcheon and Nabal!

Shuaak! Kwaaang!

Another fist was swung, and this time the soldier carrying the stolen bale was thrown out.

“These bastards! Do you dare to loot a private house?”

Fuck!

Jinmu’s movable hands and feet rise and fall to the ground.

bang! Kwak! blah blah!

There was no mercy.

The storm-like momentum of Jinmu swallowed up all the warriors of the Six Dongcheons who were plundering private houses, and whenever their hands and feet were brutally swung, bones were broken and muscles were torn.

The common people who watched the scene opened their eyes wide and trembled as if they had seen a demon descending on the ground, and Hwangshin only shook his head.

look at that

You said you made a mistake.

* * *

“What is this?”

Il-il, who hurriedly ran along with the soldiers of Maryeongdae after receiving the report from his subordinates, couldn’t hide his surprise when he saw the soldiers scattered all over the place in blood.

And in the center, Jinmu, who is still breathing life and trampling on the fallen.

What does this mean?

Did they make such a stupid mistake that Dongchunju was so angry?

First it had to dry.

If they did something wrong, the soldiers were about to die.

“Dongcheon Lord!”

Il-il suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly ran to Jin-mu.

“Oh, you are welcome.”

“…yes?”

“Who is doing this to manage these fucking substitute subordinates?”

“What do you mean by that?”

Ilhan shrunk his neck and looked at Jinmu’s outburst.

I’ve never been so angry.

“Dongcheon Lord, calm down for now…”

“…”

When Il Il tried to ejaculate, Jinmu exhaled heavily and stopped trampling.

“What are you doing! Hurry up and move the wounded to the doctor’s room!”

When Jinmu calmed down a little, Il Hil quickly gave orders to his subordinates.

“Lord Dongchun. Please speak carefully. Please let me know what mistake they made and I will do my best to deal with it.”

“What the hell are you doing! How did you let your subordinates plunder private houses?”

“….”

A part of Jinmu’s words that had been filled with doubts in his head all at once organized a frown on his face.

Jinmu appeared in front of him after Yukdongcheon destroyed Childongcheon.

He became the ruler of the Six Dongcheon and the Seven Dongcheon by defeating the puppet, which is the fastest way, so he did not know the situation after the normal war in the Demonic Bridge.

The looting of private houses by unmanned people.

This is a very natural behavior for Demonic Cultists.

Yukdongchun was both the aggressor and the victor, and had the power to take away everything from the defeated.

From people and wealth to the life and death rights of the losers.

It was a long-standing tradition and like another law that had been applied to all Maoists in Xinjiang.

This four months came about because Jinmu, a midfielder, did not understand it.

“Maryungdae immediately defeat people and control the surroundings.”

At part of the order, the mahyeongdae quickly cleaned up the surroundings.

After some time passed, the only thing left was Emperor Jinmu. And it was only part of it.

“Dongcheon Lord.”

“What?”

Jinmu responded coldly to Ilhan, who spoke politely.

“The Demonic Cult is different from the midfielder.”

“…”

“Rather than tolerance and forgiveness, they are accustomed to slaughter, and have continued history by repeating taking or being taken away.”

“so?”

“It is natural for them to plunder like this.”

“Of course?”

Jinmu glared at the part with a distorted face at the calm explanation.

However, Il-il continued to explain without avoiding those eyes.

“When we occupied the Hocheon branch, the common people must have already made up their minds.”

“…”

Jinmu’s face became even more distorted at the serious explanation.

“no.”

“…yes?”

“Whatever it is!”

“….”

“I will never allow the act of plundering occupied areas.”

Jinmu spat out one word at Ilhan firmly as if hammering a nail into it.

But will that be a word?

It is said that change always happens, but everything has to happen naturally, and if we use control and coercion, there will inevitably be a backlash.

“Dongcheon Lord, that is a tradition that the Demonic Cultists have inherited.”

“….”

“Plundering the losers is the exclusive property of the victors and is like a ritual to celebrate victory.”

At Il-il’s words, Jinmu just listened with his eyes twitching.

“Controlling it can create a backlash. Also, backlash can lead to collapse, so please make your decision carefully. Our Yuk Dong-chun, who has just begun to stretch…”

“Shut up your mouth.”

“….”

It’s a tradition, and there’s a certain level of neglect.

If the winner eats the flesh of the loser, how is that any different from a beast?

And now that Yukdongcheon is expanding his power, let’s not let his morale break?

Even if you look at me wrong, you look at me wrong for a long time.

I’m not weak enough to give up making sauce for fear of maggots.

“Who decided?”

“…yes?”

“Who decided that it was okay to loot the losers?”

“That’s…”

“Perhaps someone ordered that a long time ago. And over the years, as you said, it must have hardened into a practice.”

“…”

“From now on, I set a new standard. As long as I am the owner, you must follow my standards. There is no compromise.”

Jinmu’s powerful voice resounded subtly to the warriors and grassroots of the Six Dongcheons who retreated beyond Maryeongdae, which controlled Ilhan and the surroundings.

“From now on, I forbid all plundering by the warriors of the Six Dongcheons who follow me. In particular, I will never stand by any act that damages private houses. If there is someone who violates this, I will do it regardless of the reason.”

“….”

Jinmu growled toward the surroundings with eyes glistening with life.

Part of that appearance said with a pensive face.

“Lord Dongchun. It’s a habit that’s already been brainwashed into your brain. It will not change easily.”

okay?

Then you can just pull out the head altogether.

At Il-il’s words, Jinmu said with a fishy smile.

“Part of it.”

“yes.”

“Then tell me where to go. I have spoken clearly and am willing to show you who I am.”

“….”

“Tell everyone under your command. I will observe my orders.”

At Jinmu’s determined words, as if putting a period, Il Hil knelt down and bowed his head respectfully.

I couldn’t help but confess.

Because he was his chosen lord and the new ruler.

“I will follow your orders.”

“…”

After glaring at the part with his head down for a long time, Jinmu turned around vigorously and turned to the great angle.

“Hwangshin! As soon as morning comes, cut off the heads of those who plundered in front of me!”

“All right!”

There was no such thing as forgiveness.

Looking at Jinmu’s back, no one could move their mouths.

It was the same with Hwangsin, who followed Jinmu.

First of all, I was scared because Jinmu was so angry…

Today, for some reason, I thought Gaecheonju was cool.

A person who sets standards.

Hwangshin promised himself that he would remember it and use it someday.

* * *

And…

the window on the second floor of a luxurious inn located on Guandu.

“Um…Musa-sama?”

“…”

The elderly owner of the inn rubbed his hands and approached with a servile expression.

“When will Dongcheon Lord come?”

At the words of the innkeeper, the young unmanned officer Kakchul stood by the window made a puzzled expression.

“…that is.”

I have nothing to say.

Two o’clock had already passed, but neither the Emperor nor the Lord of Heaven showed any sign of coming.

I shouted so much that my throat is now hoarse.

“Shall we reheat the food?”

“…”

At the words of the innkeeper, Gakchul looked at the mountain and sea delicacies piled on the table.

Obviously, even when it was first served, steam was rising

… Should I warm it up again?”

“…”

As expected, I have nothing to say.

Gakchul just nodded, and the inn owner let out a deep sigh and waved to the people.

It’s already the third. The food and drink that had cooled down were replaced.

Why are you not coming?

The depressed gakchul once again pulled his head out of the window and put both hands to his mouth and shouted.

“I’m a flower poet~! It’s here!”

The mournful exclamation of voice spread far and wide, creating an echo.