Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 78

Nangseon’s Adventures – Episode 77

“Ouch…”

Thud.

The ragged man buried in the dirt shook his head and stood up.

It was Jangcheon, transformed into Hwanseon.

He frowned, looking at the rapidly darkening sky and the woman laughing madly above him.

The surroundings had already turned horrific.

A scan with his divine sense revealed no living mortals within a fifty-mile radius.

Even amidst this, the demonic energy writhed dynamically, exuding a defiant aura.

It soon transformed into pillars piercing the sky, rising simultaneously from various locations.

If there were an end to the world, would this be it?

It was a tragic, horrific sight.

With a heavy heart, Jangcheon murmured the teachings he had received from the mask.

“Do not cling to life. Life is made up of birth and death together.

Life is the path to death.

Life can be said to be death itself.”

Life is dawn,

and twilight at the same time.

Fleeting, even if you cry out, it’s only for that moment.

There is no one to welcome you, so it is like a phantom.

However, his expression was dark.

“Even so, can’t we mourn those who have vanished in vain…?”

So muttering, Jangcheon gripped his staff tightly enough to crush it. The eight-foot wooden staff emanated a strange spiritual power.

It was then.

Crackle!

Behind the woman in the red robe, a fissure spanning over a hundred feet appeared.

Behind her, dozens, hundreds of demonic soldiers floated in the air, chanting strange incantations to continue a large-scale formation.

Jangcheon quietly watched them and put the mask back on his face.

Soon, the eyes of the mask gleamed, and he slammed the staff into the ground.

Boom!

He struck the ground with the staff and soared into the sky.

Then, men wearing the same masks as him gathered around him one by one.

Dozens, hundreds of beams of light flew in.

Among them were those of the same level of Doseon [a high-level Taoist], Biseon [another high-level Taoist], Hwanseon [another high-level Taoist], and even Taeseon [the highest-level Taoist].

At their head,

Jangcheon, clad in rags, spoke.

“As the Vice Leader of the Masked, I command.”

He placed his palm on his mask.

“I permit killing.”

As he lowered his palm, their masks twisted and transformed like demons.

A valiant energy surged like a storm.

They were enveloped in intense light and shot towards the demonic soldiers.

* * *

‘I’ve lost too much blood.’

Not enough to lose my life.

However, the spiritual power contained in the blood was also draining away, making it difficult to fight.

And that’s not all.

‘Hwaran has also been harmed….’

Hwaran’s voice, who would normally have found him before anyone else, was not heard.

She must have been affected by the demonic energy that Guieom Narachal had released.

Fortunately, the anti-demonic energy was driving it out, so she would wake up after some time.

But I can’t be sure.

‘I was foolish.’

Stupid.

Although he was flustered by the sudden appearance of Baekryeon, he should have been suspicious.

But what’s the use of blaming himself now?

San-gun closed his eyes tightly.

He was floating next to Guieom Narachal. His body was bound by a Geumje [a type of magical restraint].

She was floating in the air, constantly moving her lips and chanting incantations.

It must be for the Shikma Union [likely a demonic organization or ritual].

Sure enough.

A scan with his divine sense revealed all sorts of sharp energies raging relentlessly.

‘The Masked. And… demonic soldiers, huh.’

Dozens of Masked Taoists and demonic soldiers were mingling in the air.

Some even had Taeseon mixed in.

However, the aura of the collapsed demonic energy spread throughout the area was so powerful that they seemed unable to easily spread their energy.

Thanks to this, only the demonic soldiers seemed to be having a field day, painting the sky with blood.

‘……Then what should I do?’

70% of his spiritual power was gone.

In addition, his abdomen was neatly torn open, leaving him seriously injured.

And on top of that, a Geumje.

‘It’s not a simple Geumje either.’

It’s quite a powerful Geumje.

It not only interferes with the flow of spiritual power but also makes it difficult to move easily.

“Vice Leader. That one.”

One of the demonic soldiers performing the formation near her approached. Guieom Narachal took out a skull that looked like a water buffalo from her chest.

It was the artifact he had seen before.

The skull spun around and transformed into its original massive size.

Then, the skull slowly began to rotate in the center, and the demonic soldiers gathered around it, chanting incantations without rest.

“Sprinkle it.”

Guieom Narachal said so and took out scissors to cut her hair.

Immediately after, one of the demonic soldiers took out a bottle with a noble bird drawn on it from his chest and flew it over the water buffalo.

“Open the Blood Collapse Water.”

Blood Collapse Water!

San-gun’s heart stirred at those words.

But that was only for a moment.

The heart, which had been excited by the violently fluctuating surrounding destruction, gradually cooled down.

The fierce battle around the Taoists made his ears ring. It was natural, as hundreds of Taoists were waging war in the air.

And then.

The Earth Demon Soldiers revealed themselves.

The appearance of the giant snakes that blackened the sky filled the faces of the Masked Taoists with anger.

From the way they were shouting at each other, he could guess what they were saying without even hearing them.

‘Are you ignoring the oath!’

‘We will find freedom!’

Something like that.

Whether they did or not, Guieom Narachal was engrossed in chanting incantations.

San-gun quietly gathered his energy.

His spiritual power was almost frozen by the Geumje, but it was not difficult for him, who had mastered the Bunhap Su Gyeol [a technique to manipulate spiritual power], to wield a little spiritual power.

He didn’t need that much spiritual power either.

A very small amount.

A handful of spiritual power to open Gongjeonggang [likely a specific energy channel or technique].

That was enough.

Just as the light of Gongjeonggang was about to flash.

“Huh…?”

“What’s wrong?”

Guieom Narachal turned around.

One eyebrow was raised, but it soon came down again. Her most precious man had his head bowed deeply.

“…Just. It felt like my husband called me. Was I mistaken?”

The demonic soldiers widened their eyes in surprise at her joke. It was natural, as it was the first time they had seen her smile so comfortably, let alone joke.

But there was no room for that, as the time was pressing. The Earth Demon Soldiers were currently blocking the Masked, but there was no telling when they would break through.

The Masked included those from Doseon to Jiseon [another high-level Taoist].

The Earth Demon Soldiers were currently blocking two Taeseon, but if even Jiseon came out, things would get out of hand.

“Vice Leader. Time is running out. We must complete the formation quickly.”

“I know.”

Tsk.

She clicked her tongue and was about to turn back around.

Guieom Narachal’s expression instantly distorted, but it was already too late.

Flash!

A small stone appeared in front of the man along with a small cluster of light.

It was quite familiar.

“Haebongseok [a stone that dispels seals]!”

San-gun wore a bitter smile.

The moment Guieom Narachal reached out her hand.

Swoosh.

The Haebongseok emitted light and settled into his body.

Soon, the restraint on his body was easily released. The faded Geumje around San-gun shattered and scattered.

Crack.

Her lips twisted.

“Where are you going in such a hurry? Didn’t you say you would be with me?”

However, San-gun, with a pale complexion, only glared at her silently.

Emotions too difficult to put into words seemed to be contained in his fierce red eyes.

However, the woman who received that murderous intent maintained a seemingly relaxed expression.

“Even if you release the Geumje, what can you do in that state? If you leave this place recklessly, you might get caught up in the fierce battle.”

It was a rather admonishing tone, and even somewhat benevolent.

“I have no intention of killing my husband. It’s just a punishment for a while!”

A punishment.

He couldn’t even manage a hollow laugh.

When she saw his cold reaction, she explained with a rather wronged face.

“Didn’t my husband play around with that woman first! How much have I… how much have I wanted and hoped for this! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for the reunion with my husband?!”

“How… would I know.”

Cough.

He spat out blood as he spoke.

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

“It’s okay…. My husband has been punished, and that woman will also receive the punishment she deserves.”

Then his face hardened.

‘That woman….’

The thought that maybe flitted through his mind like a moth.

Come to think of it, it was strange.

How did she disguise herself as Baekryeon?

What was the reason?

The woman Guieom Narachal was talking about playing around with.

Who else could it be!

San-gun’s face twisted like a demon as he realized everything.

“There’s no need to be so angry. The affection we shared was so special, and the feelings of longing were so pure, how could it be just some ghostly woman? It doesn’t make sense, does it? I felt it as soon as I saw my husband’s eyes! Ah! This is the man! This is the man I can entrust myself to! Didn’t my husband also feel that way when he saw me! You looked at every inch of my body with such passionate eyes!”

Her blindly spewing words were sadly not conveyed to him.

It only fueled his anger.

In the first place, it didn’t make any sense.

It was just nonsense.

What were passionate eyes, and what was affection?

He knew her nature well, but he was dumbfounded to experience it like this.

“Nonsense…. Where is Cho-ah!!”

Cough, cough!

San-gun, spitting out blood, roared.

The blood flowing from his pierced abdomen dripped down.

Her expression, which had been heated, cooled at the firm cry.

“Is that woman so important that you shout at me like that?”

It was a cold voice and a chilly expression.

However, San-gun trembled as if unable to control his excitement.

It was natural.

He didn’t know what that punishment was, but given her personality, she wouldn’t be in good shape.

San-gun felt a surge of anger that surprised even himself.

“Tell… me.”

“Are you that worried about that woman?”

At that question, San-gun raised the corner of his mouth.

“More than the likes of you.”

It was an absurd statement.

How dare she put Cho-ah and herself on the scale?

She must be completely out of her mind.

As expected, the corner of her mouth rose abnormally. Her twitching lips and distorted eyes were eerily strange.

Immediately after.

A strong murderous intent swept in like a north wind.

At the same time.

San-gun’s spirit body shook mysteriously.

A dark red dagger flew from her sleeve like lightning.

Swish!

It created a powerful sonic boom as it crossed the air, but only his afterimage remained where the dagger arrived.

“Ukji!”

One of the demonic soldiers shouted in surprise.

A powerless voice whispered in her ear as she widened her eyes.

“Wait.”

I will definitely kill you.

Whack!

When she turned around.

He was already gone.

“Oh! Blood Collapse! The Blood Collapse Water is gone!”

He didn’t just leave.

Guieom Narachal smiled slyly.

The man who disappeared in an instant was a man, and the Blood Collapse Water needed for the ritual had also disappeared.

However, she twitched her lips as if she couldn’t stand it. The demonic soldiers around her swallowed hard.

She was smiling, but they knew that her expression was becoming increasingly bizarre.

“Can we… proceed?”

Thump.

“Yes, yes! It’s, it’s possible! However….”

It would add more burden to her, who was about to achieve the Shikma Union.

“It doesn’t matter. Proceed as planned.”

What is she thinking….

They swallowed the words that had risen to their throats and began to chant the incantations again.