Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 551

The Reason Lan Intervened.

Her Great Dao [personal philosophy or path to enlightenment].

He knew all of it.

It was an unavoidable measure.

She sought to become the Heavenly Sword of Geomno Ilteak, desiring power. And though she obtained it, achieving her desired outcome would have been difficult.

“To try and achieve your Great Dao by dying by my hand… what a contradictory act.”

“It was all I had. If it could prevent San-gun [Cheonbeom’s nickname] from dying, I would have been satisfied!”

Clang.

He tried to pull out the sword lodged in Cheonbeom’s abdomen, but Cheonbeom grabbed his hand, refusing to let go.

He embraced Lan tightly.

“Let go! San-gun, you should rather cut me down! Only then! Only then can you kill Geomno Ilteak!”

But instead of answering, Beom grasped the sword piercing his body and unleashed the flames of Samcheon Chohwa [Flames of Creation] in all directions.

“If I do that, I can seize the power you possess and the essence Geomno has melted into you. It will greatly enhance my power in this final battle.”

“Don’t you know that already! Then why…!”

“That victory would be without you.”

Whirr.

Blood flowed from Cheonbeom’s grip on the sword. Thick blood ran down the blade, reaching Hwaran’s hand holding the hilt.

Soon, it turned into flames, incinerating Cheonbeom and Lan.

“San-gun!!”

Lan shook her head.

Desperately shaking her head.

No matter how powerful Cheonbeom was, his strength was not infinite.

Samcheon Chohwa.

His flames, imbued with the essence of creation, contained tremendous energy even in their small manifestation.

Naturally, it was a painful expenditure of power for Cheonbeom, with the final battle looming.

Even with perfect preparation, victory couldn’t be guaranteed, yet he was trying to use this much power to reclaim her!

“It’s alright. Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying!”

But tears burst forth.

Swish.

The illusion of plum blossoms crumbled, and the formation of Divine Sword Unification reappeared.

“Can you take it away?”

It was Geomno.

Having formed a hand seal before the Great Firmament [a powerful energy source or dimension], he pointed to the sword lodged in Cheonbeom’s abdomen.

Then, the character for ‘sword’ engraved on the blade appeared and turned red-hot.

“Keuk!”

“She is a Heavenly Sword originating from me. I’m asking if you can steal what is mine.”

The red energy flowing from the character for ‘sword’ scorched and burned his flesh.

Soon, it enveloped his entire body, pressing down with the weight of a mountain.

“Kuk…!”

“You shouldn’t covet what belongs to others.”

Geomno Ilteak raised one corner of his mouth and smirked.

“Cut me down, San-gun!”

But Beom had no reply.

Red characters floated around him, further oppressing him.

Soon, blades emerged from the formation, targeting him.

“San-gun!!”

Hwaran tried to block them with her sword, but the sword lodged in Cheonbeom’s body was firmly held by him, refusing to budge.

A situation where she could do neither.

Beom, who had been enduring all along, opened his eyes.

Whooong!!

A whirlwind raged around him.

Koo-oooong!!

A burst of explosion erupted.

“Son-in-law!”

Cheonoe Yang-gun Sagi widened his eyes.

Intense primal energy surged, suppressing the surroundings. An unbearable pressure for the injured as well.

However.

“Didn’t… I say.”

Thickly rising smoke.

A familiar voice flowed from within.

“Hmm.”

The smoke cleared, and Beom’s appearance was no different from before.

“Ilsim Mancheon Okgyeong [a powerful defensive technique]… tsk, you had mastered the divine power of law.”

Beom’s surroundings were blocked by something transparent, which was a defensive technique called Ilsim Mancheon Okgyeong.

The stronger the power of divine and consciousness, the more it blocked and repelled all attacks, making it the highest-level protection technique.

Facing Geomno, who frowned as if annoyed.

Cheonbeom muttered.

“…Didn’t I say.”

Geomno’s brow furrowed.

“What are you talking about?”

“I came to find what is mine.”

Thud!!

A grip so tight that veins bulged. Eventually, with a scowl, he pulled out the heated sword.

“Keuk….”

One of Cheonbeom’s knees touched the ground.

Vast amounts of blood and primal energy poured from the penetrating wound.

“A foolish act, you should have just cut her down as that woman said. I simply left her alone to do her petty deeds because she was just a woman. Later, realizing she would sacrifice herself, I prepared a countermeasure in advance… but it became useless.”

“You prepared a countermeasure?!”

Hwaran was shocked at the words that he had prepared a countermeasure.

“A countermeasure is not just one. It is natural to prepare for any eventuality.”

However.

Swish, swack. Thud.

Finally, Cheonbeom, who had pulled out the sword that clung so tightly that flesh was torn off, swung the sword and scattered blood.

The blood flowing down the sword fell on the water’s surface, creating red ripples.

The blood flowing from his abdomen soaked his clothes, and Lan reached out to stop the blood, but it showed no sign of stopping.

She tried to treat him, begging it to stop, but it was useless.

But regardless.

Before he knew it, a scabbard that suited her had been created in Cheonbeom’s hand.

It was a scabbard made of Samcheon Chohwa.

The scabbard, engraved with flames, was beautiful at a glance, and anyone could see that it was something a woman would use.

“San-gun….”

Beom looked at Lan with a slightly tired expression and said.

“Why this….”

“This is the punishment for leaving me.”

A keepsake filled with affectionate feelings.

Sreureuk, clank.

“You are mine, Hwaran.”

Then, Hwaran sighed deeply and replied as if she couldn’t help it.

“I surrender.”

Sarrreuk.

Hwaran, who had turned into a flower petal with a bright smile, disappeared, and Cheonbeom spat out a mouthful of blood and coughed.

“Tsk. All because of one woman.”

Cheonbeom, who got up from his seat, looked at the scabbard containing her and smiled bitterly.

“As you can see, she’s a woman who doesn’t know where she’ll bounce off to, so I have to hold her tight.”

Unlike his light tone, Cheonbeom’s appearance was not good.

Perhaps he had lost a lot of blood, as the hem of his robe was completely stained with blood.

“Can you even join hands with me in that state?”

“Is that such a difficult thing?”

Seuk.

When Cheonbeom formed a hand seal with one hand, flames soared around him and the sword.

It was not a simple Hwasintong [fire manipulation technique].

It was Samcheon Chohwa imbued with the law.

‘The spilled blood….’

Before he knew it, it had flowed around him and Geomno, maintaining the formation.

“Do you think I’ll let you!”

Thud!

With one stomp, sharp swords were launched from under the water.

As numerous swords appeared like a school of fish, Geomno waved his hand to form a hand seal, and soon it transformed into a single giant sword, striking down towards Cheonbeom.

What was imbued in Samcheon Chohwa was naturally creation.

“I don’t know the circumstances of Shinwi’s death!”

Kwaaaang!!

Soon, the Geumgobong [a magical staff] that appeared from Cheonbeom’s grip grew in size and blocked Geomno’s attack, causing a earth-shattering roar and intense shockwaves to scatter in all directions.

With one collision, small swords sprang from the giant sword, extinguishing the Samcheon Chohwa around them.

“Will that be enough?”

Cheonbeom spread his grip and gathered wind into his mouth, blowing Hoo-. The flames that were dying out flared up again, creating a wall of fire.

But Geomno’s sword did not stop.

Even with the giant wall of fire in front of him, the blade accelerated even more. Eventually, it split the wall of fire in half and rushed towards Cheonbeom’s heart.

Swaeeeeeeek!!

Chwaak!!

“Tsk, was I too shallow.”

One strike.

The enemy’s swordsmanship split the surface of the water and rushed, tearing Cheonbeom’s chest.

A faint sword wound drawn diagonally soaked the robe with blood.

‘Not good.’

Seuseuk.

As he formed a hand seal, the energy in the Geumgobong that had been blocking the giant sword intensified.

Koo-oong!!

He grabbed the Geumgobong that had repelled the giant sword again and turned it into a folding fan.

Chwareureuk.

“I’m planning to buy some time, how about helping me out?”

“Why would I help you?”

Seuk.

The disappeared Geomno reached above the giant sword hanging in the air.

Soon, as he formed a hand seal and moved his lips, Koo-goo-goong!! Several Seonsan mountains [sacred mountains] appeared above the water with intense roars.

“Like a hedgehog.”

Instead of a single blade of grass, numerous swords were densely embedded in the Seonsan mountains that surrounded all sides.

Chwareureu!

The giant sword transformed back into a normal-sized sword and trembled as if resonating with the swords of the Seonsan mountains. The swords of the Seonsan mountains were drawn out and embroidered the sky, and the sky, which had been bright without the sun, became dark as if covered with dark clouds.

The sight of a truly enormous amount of swords made even Cheonbeom and the other Wonseons [powerful celestial beings] speechless.

Moreover, each one possessed a great energy, making one feel dizzy.

“There are so many.”

“Can you block it with that mere magical artifact?”

Geomno’s wrist turned, and the numerous swords in the sky moved as if swimming.

The shape of the swords moving in unison was like that of a dragon, making it seem as if he was wielding a dragon.

“Sword Body Dragon Stream (劍身龍川) [a powerful sword technique].”

Geomno’s Sword Body Dragon Stream, possessing terrifying energy, surged.

In response, Cheonbeom unfolded Seondeung Eumseok [a magical artifact].

The light of Samse Samgwang [a divine light] flickered, and the surroundings were filled with golden waves.

Soon, Samcheon Chohwa attached to the folding fan, flashing fire.

At the same time as the Sword Body Dragon Stream opened its jaws, Cheonbeom Chwaak!!

Swung the fan at once.

Koo-goo-goo-goo-goong!!

The surface of the water surged greatly, waves crashed, and tsunamis swept in all directions.

“Beom!!”

“Son-in-law!!”

Cheonoe Yang-gun and Mangak Byeonwang shouted from within the sword prison, and the other Wonseons also hardened their faces.

It was an attack that could not be easily blocked.

Geomno Ilteak was the one who had been a Wonseon for the longest time in this place.

Each of his attacks was as heavy as a mountain and as high as the sky, and he was indeed no ordinary person.

“Is he giving up like this?”

At that moment when hope was disappearing.

“Huh! Over there!!”

Puh-uh-uh-uhng!!

The Sword Body Dragon Stream that had been plunged under the water reappeared above the surface.

Cheonbeom was in the dragon’s jaws.

“Ooooooh!!”

The Sword Body Dragon Stream was a dragon made of swords.

But its condition was not good.

“Rust? Isn’t that rust?!”

“That’s right! The sword is rusting!”

At the moment they noticed the rust.

Kwareureureung Kwaaaang!!

Before he knew it, the folding fan in Beom’s hand had disappeared, and a purple thunderbolt was raging.

It was Cheonbeom’s Bulcheon Bulbyeok [a powerful lightning technique].

Soon, as he struck down the Bulcheon Bulbyeok, which had transformed into a thunder spear, like a thunder god.

Kkwag!!

With the sound of thunder, lightning struck into the jaws of the Sword Body Dragon Stream.

Kwaaaaaaaaaang!!

The Sword Body Dragon Stream screamed in pain and exploded as its entire body writhed with purple lightning.

“You’re doing interesting things. Did you corrode the sword with Sugi Beopgi [energy manipulation technique] and Samse Samsin [divine power]?”

“I just used a little bit of the law of time. It wasn’t that difficult.”

And one more thing.

“I closed the Great Firmament.”

“!!”

“If the primal energy of the Great Firmament is closed, it will be difficult for you to maintain your formation. No matter how profound your inner strength is.”

Geomno’s eyes narrowed.

It would be difficult to maintain.

Wasn’t it the Divine Sword Unification that turned the Wonseons into swords?

Therefore, he must have also tried to use the primal energy of the Great Firmament.

“You saw through it at once.”

As he said, the speed at which he was sucking the power of the Wonseons was gradually decreasing.

If things continued like this, it was obvious that he would be surrounded by the Wonseons gnashing their teeth in the sword prison.

He was indeed not an opponent to be taken lightly.

‘But the wound has not healed.’

The odds were still tilted.

He just needed to cut down Cheonbeom before the sword prison collapsed and reopen the Great Firmament.

“The reason for closing the door is not just one. There is only one door, but there are two paths.”