Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 55

Tales of the Wandering Swordsman – Chapter 54

If one were to name a place notorious for being a den of devils, it would undoubtedly be the Guigang Sect.

Even the Mountain Lord was well aware of this fact, and their power struggle with the Seon [Cultivators of the orthodox sects] cultivators was, in a way, inevitable.

Moreover, with the Seon sects preoccupied with the war against the Siphaeman Cheokgwi [a monstrous horde] and even sealing their gates, it was a golden opportunity for them.

‘But as far as I know, Guieum Nachal shouldn’t have appeared at this point….’

Just how much is being twisted? It seemed that, apart from a few major events, the future he knew had been completely altered.

It could be considered a crisis, but the Mountain Lord was surprisingly calm.

‘But I think I can still get out of this.’

A quick scan with the Dallyeong Geumjeong [a mystical artifact] revealed that the illusionary formation wasn’t too difficult to break. If he could just kill the Taoists guarding the eyes of the formation, it would naturally weaken, allowing him to escape.

‘The Great Net of Annihilation is a problem, but… it doesn’t matter.’

Without the teleportation formation, it would be a bit inconvenient, but that was all. He just needed to destroy the Guigang Jinsunmyul [Guigang Sect’s True Annihilation] illusionary formation.

‘If I do that, I can combine forces with the Biseon [a rank of cultivator] here and drive them out.’

-What will you do about Yangpae Yun?

-It is arrogant of me to try to save someone with my skills. Destroying the illusionary formation is unavoidable, but what happens after that is his responsibility. The Guigang Sect’s attack is no different from a natural disaster, so even if he dies, Ilwolmun cannot hold me accountable.

Saving him would be an act of kindness, which wouldn’t be bad, but he couldn’t afford to do so.

Even rotten fish is still fish; those guys may seem weak, but they are still Taoists of the Demonic Path. There was no telling what kind of bizarre divine powers they might use, so he couldn’t waste any unnecessary time.

-Kyahahahaha!

The witch’s laughter echoed eerily through the fog, followed by a thunderous roar.

Kwang!!

-Kkeuaaaak!

The dying screams and wails of the Taoists poured out like water from a broken gourd, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

‘Is that the Demonic Immortal Annihilation Formation, which increases cultivation by sacrificing the Biseon?’

A faint main formation was drawn on the floor, so subtle that even the Mountain Lord wouldn’t have been able to find it without the Dallyeong Geumjeong.

Once the Demonic Immortal Annihilation Formation was activated, all the Taoists within its range would melt away and turn into demonic energy. It was a cruel technique that melted away their bodies and spiritual souls into the formation, preventing them from ever reaching reincarnation.

After that, they would absorb the dense demonic energy from the melted Taoists to increase their cultivation.

‘There’s no time.’

The Mountain Lord immediately activated his Red Eyes and stepped on the ground.

‘There are four guarding the eyes.’

He had already confirmed it with the Dallyeong Geumjeong.

Gazing through the fog as if to pierce it, he found a black-robed figure planting a staff into the ground and moving his lips.

Clenching and unclenching his fist, he held two red beads in his hand, the Ryugokjas [Crimson Jade Beads] he had taken from the Three Evils.

Floating them up and forming a hand seal, the Ryugokjas flashed and soon turned into red daggers, creating a vortex as they flew.

“Hmph!”

The black-robed figure guarding the eyes flinched and threw a bone from his chest.

Cheok cheok cheok!

The bone instantly split apart, becoming a shield to block his path.

Not satisfied with that, he bit his tongue and sprayed essence blood onto the bone, causing it to tremble and quickly become dyed with blood, exuding a fierce aura.

“Well done.”

Kwazazazazak!!

“Keuheok!”

But the Mountain Lord’s Ryugokja were treasures.

How could one possibly block the Ryugokja, a treasure, with just a relic? It was utterly impossible.

Unlike before, the Mountain Lord was now able to unleash the true power of the Ryugokja through Yeonhwa [a technique].

It would have been stranger if it had been blocked by a relic.

The two daggers instantly tore through the bone shield and pierced through the black-robed figure’s body.

The black-robed figure, with a large hole in his upper body, spat out blood and collapsed. The Mountain Lord stared for a moment before taking out a candle from his chest.

And as he brought the candle to the fallen corpse, something dark flowed out of his mouth.

[Aaaaaaak!]

Soon after, a small human-shaped spiritual soul popped out, the black-robed figure’s spiritual soul. The figure struggled, grabbing its body as if being sucked into something.

But as the Mountain Lord sneered and infused spiritual power into the candle, it was instantly sucked in and burned brightly at the end of the candle.

‘Useful.’

It was a candle-shaped treasure he had obtained when he killed the Three Evils, but he hadn’t taken it out before because there was no particular use for it.

The Mountain Lord placed the man’s corpse into the Gongjeong River [a mystical space] and flicked his finger towards the staff.

Peok! Kuuung.

The staff made a strange noise and shattered by the Ryugokja, and strangely enough, the power of the illusionary formation weakened slightly.

The Mountain Lord nodded at the sight, released Tamhwa Ogong [a mystical centipede] from his chest, and ran off to another location.

* * *

Meanwhile, the woman who introduced herself as Guieum Nachal was busy beating Taoists to death.

Her appearance was not pleasant, stained with the blood and flesh of Taoists, but her crescent-shaped white eyes and the corners of her mouth were incredibly alluring.

But only for a moment.

Guieum Nachal’s movements suddenly stopped as she looked up at the ceiling.

The skull of the beast she controlled like a limb stopped chewing on the Taoist’s corpse and trembled.

“Already?”

Only a short time had passed, yet one of the eyes of the illusionary formation had been destroyed.

Even if there were hundreds of Taoists, this was a bit strange.

She had prepared thoroughly, but to be destroyed so quickly? It was impossible unless there was a Hwanseon [a higher rank of cultivator] present.

This was the Guigang Jinseonmyeol, which the Guigang Sect boasted about.

It was a demonic formation that not only blocked the sense of direction but also slowed the movements of enemies within its range and increased the demonic energy of allies.

“But it’s been broken?”

Guieum Nachal scratched her head and muttered, ‘This isn’t good.’ Then, she took out a scroll from her chest and unfolded it.

The scroll depicted a newborn baby with torn and tangled eyes. She floated the scroll and bit her thumb, drawing essence blood on the scroll.

Then, the essence blood seeped into the scroll, and a light burst forth.

Kung.

Immediately, three babies appeared before her eyes, ghostly children with blackened skin.

“Heeheehee.”

Guieum Nachal formed a hand seal while looking at the babies and chanted a spell.

Then, the ghostly babies took out a bow, a drum, and a rattle from their mouths, respectively, and held them in their hands, laughing eerily.

“Now, go!”

At her gesture, the babies flew away, each holding their treasures.

She stroked the giant water buffalo bone next to her and disappeared into the fog.

* * *

The Mountain Lord killed another one and was watching the changes in the illusionary formation.

Even if they were at the level of Biseon, those without treasures were easily killed by the Mountain Lord’s attacks.

He was mechanically collecting corpses and spiritual souls when suddenly his brow furrowed, and the lid of the gourd was released on its own, causing the green sand to soar.

Pook!

“….”

Before the Mountain Lord’s eyes, an arrowhead blocked by sand trembled, emitting demonic energy.

Since it had penetrated halfway, the Mountain Lord felt a chill down his spine. The green sand of the purple gourd was a treasure, so once it solidified, its hardness was beyond description.

But for an arrow to pierce halfway through that green sand!

Kung kung kung!

Kureureung!

At that moment, a strange drumbeat sounded, and a golden flash erupted.

Kwang!

Hudeudeuk.

The green sand blocked it and then flowed down from the impact. The Mountain Lord used the Dallyeong Geumjeong to find out what was attacking him, and his expression changed rapidly.

“Samcheok Gwidongma (Three-Foot Ghost Child Demon)!”

-I’ve heard of it. It’s a zombie made by gathering and refining thousands of newborns who are no more than three feet tall….

As such a living zombie, the divine powers created by the Samcheok Gwidongma were astonishing.

Each of the treasures they held was also close to being a treasure, so how could the Mountain Lord not sweat?

But.

“If it’s not Guieum Nachal, and just the Samcheok Gwidongma, then there’s no need to worry too much.”

Even in the novel, Guieum Nachal was portrayed as a powerful exorcist, but that was when she ascended to the level of Taeseon [a higher rank of cultivator].

But now she was only a Biseon, so the treasures and divine powers she possessed would also be close to that level.

The Mountain Lord immediately took out the rosary and threw it.

Kung kung kung!!

The Gwidong (Ghost Child) holding the drum struck it with a stick, and a flash! Golden light sparked, and lightning was fired at the rosary.

Kwakwang!!

The rosary and the lightning collided, creating a thunderous roar, and in the meantime, the Gwidong holding the rattle shook it, causing the Mountain Lord’s body to stop abruptly.

‘What a variety of things.’

Frowning for a moment, the Hangbosain Sword [a mystical sword], which he had stored in his body, made a clear sound, instantly erasing the sound waves that had been suppressing his body.

The Mountain Lord, relieved, immediately fired the Ryugokja and took out the Guhwan Sword [another mystical sword], rushing towards them.

Kkiaaaaaaaa!

A ghostly cry echoed, and the Samcheok Gwidongma’s brow furrowed. The Mountain Lord spread out the Guimu [ghostly energy], manipulating the ghosts and sending them flying towards the demons.

Kwang!

Kwareureung!

The Gwidong’s drumbeat gradually quickened, and the ghosts were engulfed in golden lightning, screaming as they advanced. As the Gwidong’s drumbeat gradually quickened, the ghosts were engulfed in golden lightning, screaming. However, they did not stop advancing even as they exploded.

As hundreds of ghosts rushed in, the sound of the rattle rang out incessantly, and arrows resembling bones were fired endlessly.

Kwang and Kwang!

Explosions erupted one after another, and the corners of the Gwidong’s mouth, who was floating in the air and playing with the treasure, rose.

But then, suddenly, a centipede shot out a golden thread like lightning from behind the Gwidong.

It was Tamhwa Ogong, who had been hiding under the Mountain Lord’s orders!

The startled Gwidong fired arrows like crazy. It was a wonder how he could shoot arrows so well with his fern-like hands.

However, Ogong dodged the arrows or blocked them with the golden threads, creating different golden threads like snakes to grab the Gwidong’s ankles.

The startled Gwidong looked at the golden threads on his ankles and spewed green mist from his mouth.

But when the golden threads showed no signs of melting, the Gwidong’s face turned black.

And then.

“!!”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Swaeeek!!

Chwak!

The Mountain Lord, who had instantly cut off the Gwidong’s neck, stroked his chin for a moment.

There was no harm in having the Samcheok Gwidongma. Thanks to mastering the Bunhap Hand Seal [a technique], the Mountain Lord was confident in handling a large number of treasures.

He was already interested in zombie techniques, so it was an invaluable material for him. He tightly bound the Gwidong’s body with golden threads, attached a talisman, and put it into the Gongjeong River.

Kung! Kung kung kung kung kung!!

The Gwidong, who was frantically beating the drum, was fighting with the twelve rosaries that had turned into snakes, and lightning was soaring like snakes, fighting fiercely.

The sight of the Gwidong striking the drum and the twelve snakes fighting, sparking lightning, was truly spectacular.

But only for a moment.

As the Mountain Lord moved the Ryugokja and sent it flying towards the demon, Kwakwang!! Lightning sparked, and the lightning and the Ryugokja collided, creating a thunderous roar.

Ddalang- At that moment, another Gwidong shook the rattle wildly, firing sound waves, but when the Mountain Lord looked at him as if nothing was wrong and smiled, the Gwidong threw away the rattle and turned into a demon, rushing towards him.

“Okay. Come on.”

Instantly, horns sprouted on his forehead, and his body swelled up to the size of an adult male, looking truly like a monster.

As the demon reached out with sharp claws, the Mountain Lord slipped away and formed a hand seal.

Then, red snakes clung to the demon’s wrists and turned into rosaries.

“Kkeuaaaak!”

Kung!!

With a sound, the demon was unable to move and was pressed against the ground, and Tamhwa Ogong spewed out golden threads, creating a cocoon.

The only remaining Samcheok Gwidongma was showing signs of panic and was flustered. He realized that he was no match for them, even with three of them, so what could he do alone?

“Where do you think you’re going?”

But there was no way the Mountain Lord would let him go.

Kkiaaaaaaaa!

Along with the Guimu that had gathered, hundreds of ghosts blocked the Gwidong.

The Gwidong bit his lip and was about to strike the drum to unleash lightning.

Swaeeek!

The Ryugokja, which had already approached within striking distance, flashed with blood and cut off the demon’s wrist.

“Kkiyayak!”

Seogeok!

And soon, the Samcheok Gwidongma’s head fell off.

Tuk.

The Gwidong fell with a look of astonishment.

The Mountain Lord, with an expressionless face, put the corpse of the fallen Gwidong into the Gongjeong River and immediately ran to kill the black-robed figure.

Kuuung.

Now there was only one left.

“S, save me…. Keuak!”

The voices of the Taoists being attacked by the Demonic Path could be heard vividly.

The Mountain Lord, not wanting to lose his life for nothing, completely ignored the scene and headed for the eyes of the illusionary formation.

Suddenly, he stopped and lit up his Red Eyes.

“This is…….”

The Mountain Lord reached out to the Gongjeong River in the dead Taoist’s chest, rummaged through it in a new way, and let out a strange smile.

His steps had become lighter, but at the moment he stopped abruptly.

Kwaaaaang!!

With a huge explosion, a giant skull appeared in the spot where he had been, opening its mouth wide towards him.

And a woman standing on top of it, twisting her body, smiled with her mouth torn open.