The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 253

Jinmyeong feels miserable at his insignificant inaction and puts energy into both hands.

Whip whi whi.

The hem of his clothes swelled tight due to the rapidly raised energy, and a rough seongi swung forward from the outstretched ssangjang.

Pew!

The power of the twins was beyond imagination.

The five warriors who rushed in front of Jinmyeong turned into blood and bounced off.

It felt like the Danjeon was temporarily empty and my strength was draining, but the fact that I had a way to retreat was important. The moment you turn around thinking you have to run away in a hurry.

Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

“…”

A creepy sound from a while ago is heard.

It was a chain scythe flying in order to restrict the movements of Jinmyeong.

A gap that occurs after strong inner strength is released. The guys have been waiting for it.

However, unlike before, the chain scythe did not aim directly at Jinmyeong, but only blocked the retreat, and instead, the scythe flew straight toward Jinmyeong.

Wedge liquid!

noise cutting through the air.

Taaang!

“Keuuugh!”

Jinmyeong, who tried to hit the scythe with the back of his hand with energy, was unable to overcome the anti-resilience and bounced off and crashed into the wall.

“Wow!”

Jinmyeong tried to get up, but fell on the ground and vomited black congestion. will be injured

The owner of the scythe was stronger than expected.

Unlike himself, his power, which he bumped into, was already at the state of full-fledged spirit. Now that the danteon was empty, it was impossible to withstand the energy contained in his scythe.

“…”

Jinmyeong glared at his surroundings.

Around him, monsters in red robes formed a net, and a figure broke through the net and approached Jinmyeong.

A middle-aged man with an eyepatch on one eye, raised eyebrows, and thin eyes.

“Do you think you are a swordsman?”

“…”

“Is this right? Were you the one who attacked the Gamcheon coastal business in Buhyeon?”

What are you talking about?

Jin Myung felt puzzled, but that didn’t matter.

The one-eyed man in front of me is also strong, but there are too many warriors in the daeryongbang, as well as the monsters in red long guns. It was impossible to even run away.

“You?”

“…”

When Jinmyeong asked, staring at him with fierce eyes, the one-year-old man stared blankly at him and laughed as if he was dumbfounded.

“Hey, look at this bastard? You? Does this handsome guy show all his manners? And do you answer questions? I asked a question, did you sit down after asking a question again?”

“….”

“Good. Anyway, I’m going to peel off my skin from now on, so let me know.”

A man with a big head glances around the siege.

“Guys!”

“yes!”

“Who are we?”

“It’s a ghost squad!”

At the man’s words, the warriors in red long guns shouted in unison as if they were practicing.

“Did you hear? they are deaf I’m a demon lord My name is Woodham.”

“…”

Jinmyeong’s face contorts at the sight of the guy who jokes with a shrug of his shoulders.

I had never heard of Woodam’s name, but the demons knew it.

The most elite and professional collectors of the metallurgical party, who have never failed, whether what they are trying to recover is money or human life.

Their cruelty and notoriety were famous enough to make listeners tremble.

Some even called the ghost squad by other words. A pack of stray dogs that don’t even mind rotten meat if it’s money.

“Are you just surrendering? Not to mention the money stolen from our business. Then, even if you peel off the shell, I will make it possible for you to live.”

“…”

At the words of Woodam, a man who grinned leisurely, Jinmyeong calmed down and put strength into his clenched fists.

money? I don’t know what you mean, but I thought that this might be the place where I would die.

I am not afraid of dying.

There is nothing to be ashamed of at all, since you are doing the right thing.

I was just sorry for the people who couldn’t save me anymore.

“Hey kid. I would like to try it in this situation. good. Cut it if you want. We only need to take your head.”

Instead of surrendering, Jinmyeong raises his spirits even more, and Woodam smiles and puts one foot back, and the warriors of the Ghost Slayer fill the spot.

Jin’s eyes widen at the sight.

He thought that if he was the leader of at least one group, he would fight against him… but he had no pride as a warrior.

I had no choice but to open the slaughterhouse. Sometimes there are groups that cannot be guided.

Come, even if I die, I will make some of them my companions in the afterlife.

For the first time, Jin Myung raised his will to live.

“Guys!”

“yes!”

“Take off that bastard’s shell… Huh?”

Woodam laughs at Jinmyeong with a cold expression and turns his head to give orders to his subordinates, but a curious sight enters his gaze.

What else is that bastard?

He was not a member of the Daeryongbang, much less a soldier belonging to the Ghost Slayer.

A man of moderate height, wearing a mask, and even the exposed part was roughly covered with tangled hair, with a sword resting roughly on his shoulder.

a person you see for the first time.

Then, with Jinmyeong’s sword stuck in his side, he approached Nampo, an unmanned soldier of the Ghost Slayer who was out of the encirclement.

As soon as he appeared, all movement stopped and there was silence.

When?

Everyone had the same idea.

Ignoring the bewildered crowd, Jinmu approached Nampo and spoke softly.

“Let go.”

“…?”

Nampyo, the party involved, was even taken aback.

“You bastard, you don’t know, but if you stick it in your stomach, you’ll get tetanus.”

“…”

It sounds like he’s worried about something. When did you arrive?

“Don’t you let go?”

Jinmu smiles at Nampo, who is staring blankly at him in complete absurdity.

“Then there is nothing you can do.”

“…!”

In an instant, Nampo widened his eyes. It was because he felt immense pain in his stomach and the grip that held the sword.

Jinmu, who held the handle, pulled out the sword while twisting it evenly from side to side.

“Turn it off…”

Even with a suppressed moan, Nampo did not let go of his sword.

“You’re a naughty bastard. I can’t help it.”

When the sword didn’t come off even when I swung it around, I swung it with all my might this time in the opposite direction the sword went in.

Tzuaaak!

A huge amount of blood spurted out along with the knife that was cut horizontally and escaped.

And with Nampo’s waist as the reference point, the upper and lower parts were divided and he fell to the floor.

“Look, I told you to let go. If I hadn’t endured needlessly, I wouldn’t have died.”

After killing Nampo, Jinmu turned his head. Holding a rusty sword, smiling brightly.

Everyone was making absurd expressions on his face.

Appearing with a mask covering his lower eyes, he seemed detached from himself, as if he did not care at all about the situation in the Great Dragon Room.

With a relaxed expression as if he had come out of a walk, he had a sword on his shoulder and a rusty sword in the other hand, with his legs crossed.

This isn’t the Back Alley Parakho, who the hell is this?

“What are you?”

In place of everyone’s doubts, Woodam glared at Jinmu and asked.

Jinmu narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth at his murderous question.

“Is this unexpected baby gets it?

“….”

“Do you have any uncles at home?”

At Jinmu’s reaction, Woodam put on a dazed expression for a moment.

In this case, it is usually ‘Who am I?’ Or, isn’t it normal to say ‘I’m here to save someone’?

Woodam’s age is forty lines.

Although there are only a few parts exposed, I think he must have a lot more. Uncle?

While dumbfounded, Jinmu threw his sword at Jinmyeong.

widely.

“…Can you just throw away the sword of the priestess and go?”

“…?”

A feeling of bewilderment emerges from the expression on Jinmyung’s face when he received the sword.

Judging by the way he speaks and his posture, he must be a Safa warrior.

It is clear that he is friendly to himself, seeing as he returns the sword. Are you trying to save yourself?

But no matter what purpose he intervened, what he was doing was very dangerous.

The Demon Slayer was a group of people who couldn’t guarantee victory even as they rose up in spirit. Isn’t it the same as carrying the stove and jumping into the fire?

“Look. Dangerous! Hurry up and get away!”

“…”

Jinmyeong’s words made Jinmoo a strange expression.

run away?

It’s relaxing, it’s relaxing

Is it time for you to worry about others? A guy with good speed.

If I hadn’t intervened, that scythe would have cut off my neck like a weed in a rice field.

When Jinmu shook his head and turned around, Jinmyeong shouted again.

“Look at this. You must listen to me!”

Ivosio is a plague.

Jinmu completely ignored him and looked at Woodam and the crowd of warriors around him.

“I really like these bastards with tattoos. Don’t you know the word moderate? Moderate! You don’t even have to paint your face… well, there’s no way you guys know about the aesthetics of blank space.”

Jinmu shakes his head and looks at Woodam.

“You ugly kid. What kind of head is that big? It’s embarrassing to look at.”

Woodam’s face twisted at the grinning words.

“What are you talking about? I’m going to die. Anyway, having multiple attackers attacking one guy is a great thing that would be highly praised as a sapper… but I don’t like it when you guys do it.”

“…”

“Then surrender here.”

What did you hear wrong?

Giving up not liking praise. What kind of conversation flow is this?

And what? surrender?

This is 200, from the Daeryongbang to the demon slaughterhouse.

They… have only two masks and swords.

A master who is strong enough not to care about numbers?

But don’t you feel too young to be considered highly skilled?

Having outstanding martial arts at a young age was possible only in a well-educated and well-learned political faction.

For the warriors of Sapa who live on the battlefield of iron blood, age equals skill. Therefore, that young fellow… even if you take good care of him, he could be second-rate. How lucky did you get to the point of vertigo?

Why are you so confident when you say something that seems to have changed your position?

“I don’t want to, but I was asked to. Why don’t you try to kill me? So don’t kill those who surrender. Use good judgment.”

At Jinmu’s words, Woodam’s eyes twitch and his face turns red.

“Such a beauty…”

…Even the baby couldn’t continue.

The moment the flesh seeps into Jinmu’s glittering eyes, he felt as if a dreary blade had touched the nape of his neck.

“what? If you have something to say, do it. I’ll listen to you for now.”

“…”

This time, he smiled kindly. The life that threatened him a little while ago is nowhere to be found.

Did you see it wrong?

Woodam glared at Jinmu with nervous eyes, but he couldn’t feel any momentum from Jinmu’s body.

Rather, I felt a stronger momentum from the swordsman next to him.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll do it first.”

“…”

“I was so angry at Buhyeon, but I asked in advance in Gamcheon and Yeonan.”

Gamcheon? coast?

“But even though these bastards gave me a chance, they still cut me. So like this…”

Jinmu stretches out his hand, spreads out his five fingers, and squeezes them as if crushing the air.

It’s like blowing someone’s head off with your hand.

“…!”

Could it be that they raided three businesses?

Woodam opened his eyes wide.

However, no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a great unmanned enough to attack three places alone.

It’s clear that he’s just a lunatic.

then?

Woodam’s eyes quickly looked outside the wall of the Great Dragon Room.

strangely quiet

“You bastard… Did you surround the area around the Daeryongbang?”

“uh.”

“….”

When I asked why you were so confident, did you have a corner to believe?

No, but it is. Even if the answer is simple, it is too simple.

Do you even brag?

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