Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 238

Whoo-oong.

A fierce wind spread in all directions from the usually still Gongjeong Pond.

The pond rippled, and the young herbs and trees shed their leaves before the wind.

“…This is bad.”

The treasures embedded in the cliff trembled.

They vibrated intensely, as if ready to leap out at any moment.

“What’s wrong!”

Choa rushed over and looked at Sangun with surprised eyes.

She saw Sangun’s sword being twisted by Charyuk.

“It’s alright. Go inside.”

Despite the obviously serious situation, Sangun tried to speak calmly.

Even as he did, Charyuk’s body was slowly changing.

The hand gripping the sword was covered in black scales, and her entire body was turning black.

Mana surged violently, her shoulder blades rose, and horns sprouted where her eyes should have been.

She was clearly consumed by mana, transforming into a demon.

‘This is dangerous…’

It’s not common for people to turn into demons due to inner demons, but it’s not unprecedented. When Taeseon was consumed by inner demons and turned into a demon, the story of how three Taeseons were killed trying to subdue him is legendary in the Dao community [referring to a community practicing Taoism, a Chinese philosophy and religion].

That’s how dangerous demons are, and Charyuk is a Jiseon [a high-ranking celestial being]. A demon transformed from her would be difficult for even other Jiseons to handle.

Yet Sangun didn’t seem to care, which only made Choa more anxious.

“Is this truly what you wanted, Seonja Cha [an honorific title, roughly meaning ‘immortal master’]?”

Purple blood dripped from Charyuk’s hand, which was gripping the Murderous Armor Sword.

Her face, covered in black scales, was expressionless, but somehow seemed to be grieving.

“Kkeueueueue Ahhhhh!!”

She screamed, filled with confusion and pain.

Sangun frowned as if he were experiencing it himself, sharing her pain.

He couldn’t feel good about her changing like that because of his words.

Chwaaruk!

As immense mana spread, the Tamhwa wrapped around Sangun’s wrist transformed into the Wiju Hoyeon Armor to protect him.

Whoo-oong!

He brushed away the mana covering everything with one hand, and it was swept away with a gust of wind.

And what was revealed was.

“My sin is great.”

A complete demon flapping its scaled wings and flying.

“Kekeke, Kkahahahahahahahahaha!!”

The demon that emerged after devouring Charyuk laughed madly, as if something was so funny.

Sangun silently watched the scene before looking at the sword in his hand.

Many thoughts crossed his mind.

Sangun hesitated until the very end, and the result was as he saw.

“Thank you! Thanks to your pointless actions, I was finally able to take over this tiresome woman’s body!”

The voice was hers, but the one speaking was not Charyuk.

“She was a woman of strong will, but it wasn’t difficult to shake a woman in love! She struggled, but how could a butterfly drawn to a flower consider the dangers!”

The demon seemed delighted, proudly saying things no one had asked.

Then, it looked at Sangun with a grotesque expression and licked its lips.

“If there were delicacies, I would say they were referring to you. The faint scent of Hwaryeong [a rare and potent spiritual energy] is so sweet.”

“Is that so.”

“But you are an unripe bud.”

The demon clicked its tongue as if disappointed and roughly flapped its wings.

“I owe you a great debt, so let’s look forward to the next time!”

The demon, about to disappear, paused, looked around, and revealed its anger.

“What are you doing.”

Before the demon knew it, tens of thousands of treasure swords were arrayed around it, forming a formation.

They exuded auras as if they would be fired at any moment, instantly causing the demon to frown.

“That’s what I want to ask.”

Sangun took a step forward and glared at the demon with ice-cold eyes.

“When did I say I would let you go?”

“You insolent…! A mere Yuksa [a low-ranking official or practitioner] who has only undergone the first tribulation dares to show his claws without knowing the fear of the heavens!”

But Sangun coldly sneered and retorted sharply.

“How many years have you lived that you can’t tell whether what’s in front of you is the sky or a sewer?”

“You bastard!!”

It was then.

Sangun’s Manguk Ilgeom [a powerful and unique sword] suddenly blazed blue and transformed into flower petals.

As the blue petals fluttered down, the demon smirked and formed a hand seal.

“You must be relying on that armor, but it’s just pearls on a pig [a Korean idiom meaning something valuable is wasted on someone who doesn’t appreciate it]! I was going to let it go considering the favor, but if you come at me like this, I’ll have to devour you and take that armor!”

As soon as it finished speaking, four arms suddenly emerged from its shoulders and slowly caressed the air as if water flowed.

“Consider yourself lucky!

This is the essence of mana that no one can see even in the Bunggye [a higher dimension or realm]!”

Kkuuung!!

The six arms each grabbed the air and twisted their bodies at once, distorting the space as if it were torn.

“Haap!!”

Kwaang!!

When the six arms joined together, a powerful pressure spread, and Sangun’s petals scattered like pieces of paper.

The demon smiled nastily as Sangun frowned.

“Don’t think this is the end.

I’ll break your sky-high arrogance right away.”

But Sangun was nowhere to be seen.

“Hmph, useless effort!”

The demon turned around with a snort.

Then, Sangun appeared without fail.

Behind him, five mandalas bloomed, and the light of Gyuncheon Ogwang [a powerful divine technique] leaked out.

The demon was slightly surprised to see it, but soon smirked.

“A futile effort!”

Even so, as Sangun punched with an indifferent face, the demon laughed madly and blocked his fist.

Kwaaaang!

“Kyahahahahaha!! You have quite the divine power, but it’s a miscalculation if you thought it would work on a Maseon [a high-ranking demon] of the Bunggye!”

However, Sangun was faintly smiling, causing the demon to tilt its head slightly.

“It’s not me who’s caught, it’s you.”

Suddenly, Sangun twisted his hand, grabbed the demon’s wrist, and bent its arm backward.

Pudeudeuk!

“Ugh!!”

The demon tried to pull its arm out at once, but it couldn’t.

‘What power…!’

The demon couldn’t use its hands due to the unexpectedly enormous strength.

It tried to hit him with the remaining arms, but.

“I need to tear off the annoying ones first.”

The demon’s whole body was instantly covered in goosebumps at the mumbling sound.

“Wa, wait!”

It shouted in desperation, but it was already too late.

Badeudeuk!

Kudeudeuk! Jjeojeok!! Chwaak!!

“Kkyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

Sangun stepped on the demon’s back, tore off one arm and one wing, and threw them away like trash.

“Kkeoeok Kkueaaaak!!”

Sangun clicked his tongue at the sight of the purple blood splattering everywhere and the demon twisting its body in pain.

“H, how can a mere Yuksa of the lower realm possess such power!!”

“That’s none of your business.”

Saying that, he took a step.

The demon panicked and spread its hands.

“Le, let’s make a deal! With your power, you are qualified to make a deal with me!”

“I don’t need it.”

Sangun stomped his foot once.

Kung.

Then, dozens of black chains resembling centipedes sprang from the ground.

Chwareureureureuk!!

The chains that instantly bound the demon’s limbs moved alive and slowly began to gnaw at its body.

“Damn it! Th, this much!! Keuaaaak!!”

Sangun calmly replied to the demon’s scream filled with screams.

“It won’t work. Even if you were a Maseon of the Bunggye, you have only just taken over the body of a Jiseon. You won’t be able to cut off Tamhwa’s chains, who is a Sangseon [a higher-ranking celestial being].”

Saying that, he grabbed the demon’s horns and grown arms.

“Wh, what are you trying to do!!”

“They’ve grown anew, so I need to tear them off.”

“Kkiyayayayak!!”

Pudeudeuk! Chwaak!! When the horns and arms were pulled out, blood splattered everywhere, and a foul smell rose.

It struggled to survive, but it could never break Tamhwa’s chains. No matter how much it was a Maseon of the Bunggye, it had only taken over the body of a Jiseon, so it couldn’t withstand the power of the Oryong [five dragons, representing immense power].

“Damn it, my thousand years of effort like this…!!”

Chwaaaak!!

It was then.

Suddenly, purple blood splattered everywhere, and a blood cloud rose.

Something shot out like a ray of light through it, it was the demon’s soul that had abandoned its body and fled.

[I will tear you apart and kill you!!]

It was running away, but Sangun only sneered and didn’t chase after it.

And after a while.

A scream sharply rose from somewhere, and a shadow approached.

“Did you handle it well.”

Gyu-yul, the zombie Sangun controlled, nodded.

Gyu-yul glanced at Sangun’s armor and disappeared, turning into a shadow.

“Is it over now.”

From Charyuk’s body lying on the floor, mana turned into ashes and floated up.

With the demon completely gone, her face was pale, but she had a completely human appearance.

Her expression also looked much more comfortable.

“I won’t think of it as a debt…”

She said with her eyes closed.

Sangun silently nodded.

“Still… it’s much… easier.”

Was it because the inner demon that had been tormenting her had disappeared?

Or was it because she had reached the end?

Unlike her pale complexion, her expression looked much more comfortable.

“Are you struggling….”

She suddenly asked that.

It wasn’t her who couldn’t even open her eyes and was shedding tears of blood who should be asking.

However, Sangun calmly thought and answered as it was.

“I don’t know if it’s me who’s struggling, or my martial brother inside me.”

Whether this emotion is his own.

Or his martial brother’s.

“Don’t struggle.”

Charyuk gropingly raised her hand and stroked Sangun’s cheek.

“I’m not dying.”

“How are you not dying.”

Even if you put your soul in a sword, you can’t say it’s not dead.

“It’s ambiguous to say I’m dead either. That’s what death is like.

In the end, if they are not in front of me, they are all dead, and if I can feel and see them, I think people think they are all alive.”

“That’s sophistry.”

“Life is inherently nothing more than a handful of sophistry, so why are you like this.”

Charyuk spoke in a gentle voice as if soothing a child.

“I saw you tearing off flower petals some time ago. What did you think as you tore off those petals.”

“To give you what you want. I tore them off thinking it was for me and for everyone.”

Charyuk smiled at his words.

“You’re a kind person.”

“I’m not.”

“If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have done such a thing… In the end, you’re trying to grant my request even though it’s difficult for you.”

Charyuk patted Sangun’s hand weakly, pat, pat, pat.

Just like she had done to Yang Sopaeng, who had cut off her own legs and lay down.

Sangun quietly gripped his sword.

“It’s okay, it’s okay….”

With an expression as if he would cry at any moment.

“It’s… okay.”

Sangun stabbed her.

And from then on.

Hundred years passed.