Monochrome Sovereign [EN]: Chapter 415

Quarrrr! Quarrrr!

The savagery vibrated madly.

It was the sound of Tangma soldiers scattered throughout the castle destroying various weapons and pillars. Although their individual martial arts were no match for Moyong Gun, they combined their strength to turn the interior into a shambles, and in an instant, half of the buildings within the castle collapsed.

He had to move quickly. He had to stop their destructive acts immediately. Furthermore, he had to enter the Night Administration Labyrinth where the Great Volcanic Formation was located and activate the trigger to kill all the high-ranking officials of Gwangdong.

However, Yayul Jeok could not move easily.

‘……!’

Yayul Jeok’s eyes landed on Moyong Gun.

Whoosh.

The figure of a swordsman standing with flames behind him, aiming his greatsword at him, was like a well-forged divine sword.

‘This guy.’

Yayul Jeok felt his fist clench involuntarily.

‘This guy is strong.’

Before dawn, in the dark early morning.

Even with the flames behind him, his sharp eyes were clearly visible. And those eyes seemed so firm that they would not waver even if the world turned upside down.

The intangible sword energy emanating from him seemed capable of cutting even steel, yet his aura was heavy and calm. From his gaze to his posture, there was not a single tremor.

‘It’s not a matter of enlightenment. This guy is….’

He never fails.

Unlike Yeon Ho-Jeong, that monster. If Yeon Ho-Jeong showed a chillingly cold and indifferent gaze under his violent and unconventional aura, Moyong Gun was calm like the surface of a lake where not a single breeze blew, yet he concealed a sense of pressure comparable to an erupting volcano within.

Whatever it was, he was unusual. He exuded the scent of a true strongman who produced results beyond his own abilities.

‘He’s more dangerous than that Shaolin monk.’

The nameless monk who showed the greatness of Shaolin martial arts with his extreme palm techniques.

The power of his martial arts and his majestic aura seemed to be a step above Moyong Gun.

However, Yayul Jeok did not turn his gaze to the Shaolin monk. If the Shaolin monk was a tiger that had not fully grown, Moyong Gun in front of him was a wolf bigger than a tiger, with wings on his back.

“So it was true.”

Yayul Jeok felt a chill run down his spine at Moyong Gun’s cold voice.

“I heard that you are the lackey of the Yin God Sect, and at the same time, the contemporary Yin God, revered as the god of the Central Plains assassination world. I wondered if it was true, but seeing your strange aura, I think it is.”

“…….”

“Don’t even think about running away.”

The corners of Yayul Jeok’s lips curled up.

“How dare you utter such nonsense with such insufficient skill.”

Moyong Gun’s aura was truly impressive.

However, the fundamental difference in skill was difficult to overcome. Although he had not regained his original strength, nor had he completely healed his internal and external injuries, Yayul Jeok was still the Yin God and an elite master of the Yin God Sect.

He had to show this much confidence.

Moyong Gun stared at Yayul Jeok without answering, then turned his gaze to the dead soldiers.

‘…….’

Moyong Gun’s gaze remained unchanged.

Even as he looked at the deaths of his subordinates, his eyes were firm and clear. They did not seem different from the eyes he had used to look at Yayul Jeok.

However, Yayul Jeok’s keen senses could detect it.

That a huge flame was swirling inside Moyong Gun’s chest. He could read that he was calming his burning, terrible anger with cold reason and an absolute sense of purpose.

Srrrk.

Yayul Jeok slowly took a step.

At that moment, a blue aura rose from the tip of Moyong Gun’s sword.

Bang!

The sword energy that shot up like lightning exploded an inch in front of Yayul Jeok’s left foot. If Yayul Jeok had not pulled his foot back, one of his feet would have been blown away.

Moyong Gun was still looking at the corpses of his dead subordinates.

Even in the midst of that, his sword energy reacted immediately. It meant that his practical ability, experience, and senses were as outstanding as his ability as a swordsman.

Yayul Jeok opened his mouth.

“Do you intend to maintain this stalemate?”

Moyong Gun did not answer this time either.

There was a reason why Yayul Jeok called it a stalemate. The current positions of Yayul Jeok, Moyong Gun, and Beomoh were so exquisite that as soon as one of them moved, they would be attacked.

Of course, the one being attacked would be Yayul Jeok. However, even though his physical condition was not normal, Yayul Jeok’s aura was not at all inferior to the auras emitted by the two.

In other words, whoever moved would surely shed blood. The terrain, the auras, and the fiercely clashing intangible killing intent proved it.

Yayul Jeok continued.

“If that’s what you want, then so be it. Time is on our side anyway. When the sun rises and that fire is extinguished, you will be thoroughly trampled under the blades of nine hundred of the best experts of this wilderness.”

Beomoh’s eyes twitched slightly.

It was a clear provocation. Moreover, it did not sound like just empty words.

“Commander Moyong.”

Moyong Gun did not answer even at Beomoh’s words.

Yayul Jeok opened his mouth again.

“To be honest, I have no intention of showing weakness, but we are also busy. It will surely be our victory if time passes, but that is not the best option.”

“…….”

“I will let you go alive. Even now, lead your subordinates and leave this place. I, as the Yin God, not as a member of the Yin God Sect, promise you. I will not touch you as you retreat.”

Beomoh shouted angrily.

“Don’t talk nonsense! How dare a lackey of a foreign power trying to plunge the Central Plains into the abyss of war try to lecture someone with your glib tongue!”

Even though he had abandoned his arrogance, his unique fiery temper remained. Beomoh’s sharp rebuke became another Lion’s Roar, shaking Yayul Jeok’s insides.

Yayul Jeok did not reveal that his insides were shaking. He was reacting strangely to the Shaolin monk’s Lion’s Roar, but now was not the time to look weak.

“Decide. If not now, you will surely….”

“Ten of them, huh.”

“What?”

Srrrk.

Moyong Gun, who had been staring intently at the corpses of his subordinates, turned his head towards Yayul Jeok.

In that instant, Yayul Jeok felt the urge to close his eyes tightly.

‘This is bad……!’

His gaze was still calm and strong.

But why was this happening? That unchanging gaze was starting to feel a little burdensome.

It was the first time in Yayul Jeok’s life that he had experienced this. Yeon Ho-Jeong was weaker than him, but his enlightenment was beyond him, a monster who could ascend at any time, so he was an exception. But Moyong Gun was not like that.

The enlightenment he possessed was at a level that perfectly matched the realm he had achieved. Considering his age, it was an amazing realm, but that did not mean he had any reason to be intimidated.

Yet, Yayul Jeok had to exert all his strength to look Moyong Gun in the eye.

“Destroying this place now was to see your reaction. We had already finished thinking about where and how to destroy it. From the beginning, we had no intention of leaving this place, which you call the wilderness, alone.”

“……!”

“It was as I expected. The assassins outside the castle gate were just bait. I thought someone would surely pop out from an unexpected place. And that someone would most likely be the one who ruled this wilderness.”

Moyong Gun smiled slightly.

Yayul Jeok’s aura fluctuated once at that cold smile.

“It’s you. You moved exactly as we had planned.”

“…….”

“Even if you received help from here and there, seeing that you built this kingdom in just over a decade, I can see that your skills are not ordinary. But if you are caught in my scheme, which is inferior to yours, it seems you were quite badly beaten by our Great Leader.”

“…….”

“It’s a pity. It’s truly a pity that I can’t laugh even as I see you now, cornered and unable to read the opponent’s schemes.”

Ziiiiing!

The Tangma Greatsword vibrated violently.

It was not the sword cry that Yeon Ho-Jeong had shown. It was just the Qiankun Palguk True Energy [a fictional martial arts energy] resonating with Moyong Gun’s emotions, turning into killing intent and being loaded onto the sword.

“I didn’t expect this place. I didn’t know there would be a passage in a place like this. If I had expected it, I would never have placed the new recruits here.”

That’s right. The ten soldiers whose necks Yayul Jeok had personally severed were new recruits of the Tangma Army who had been brought in to replace the personnel who had died in the previous battles.

In other words, it was their first deployment. But they had died so futilely.

“Death is inherently futile. My subordinates knew it. That the first deployment is the most dangerous. They deeply accepted the fact that they could die from even a small mistake, and that they could die even if they didn’t make a mistake.”

Whoosh.

Blue true energy like the sky blazed like flames from Moyong Gun’s body.

Uuuuuuung.

The Water King Evil Energy rose from Yayul Jeok’s body.

Now was not the time for this. He had to somehow confuse the opponent to create an opening, and then immediately use the stealth techniques of Yin Cold and Yin Fire to disappear from sight. He did not have time for this.

Yet, Yayul Jeok, looking at Moyong Gun, raised the Water King Evil Energy instead of the Yin God Energy.

It was compulsion.

Even though he didn’t have to, even though he was aware of it, Yayul Jeok was receiving tremendous stimulation from Moyong Gun’s aura.

Like a drug.

He knew in his head that he shouldn’t, but the powerful force of Moyong Gun that was slowly rising was wildly stimulating Yayul Jeok’s nature, who was famous for his beast-like fighting techniques during his time in the Yin God Sect.

“The deaths of my subordinates are my responsibility as their superior. I don’t know what you are plotting, but it will not be easy to escape from me, who carries the weight of their lives.”

“Shut up!”

Yayul Jeok shouted without realizing it. And he was surprised by his own rough voice.

‘What is this?’

It was strange. Reactions different from his reason kept popping out.

‘After mastering the Yin God Energy, I was able to escape the past. Haven’t I completely escaped the life of a beast that only knew instinct?’

Rather, he had completely taken control of Gwangdong with a more calm judgment than anyone else.

‘Why am I going back to that time now!!’

A murderous intent flashed in Moyong Gun’s strong eyes for a moment.

“You will not die peacefully, you lackey of the Yin God.”

Whoosh!

In an instant, Moyong Gun’s sword energy surged and moved like lightning towards Yayul Jeok’s forehead.

Almost simultaneously, Yayul Jeok lowered his stance and kicked off the ground. The sword energy that was shot passed through his hair.

It was a hair’s breadth. And that difference was also an absolute limit that Moyong Gun could not overcome in his current state.

And Moyong Gun also knew that fact.

Kuhuhuhuhuhung!!

Yayul Jeok, who had entered Moyong Gun’s range in the blink of an eye and was swinging his fist, felt his body stiffen at the terrifying Lion’s Roar that erupted from his left rear.

It was Beomoh’s Lion’s Roar. The Buddhist Lion’s Roar [a fictional martial arts technique], which was the nemesis of evil energy, shook Yayul Jeok’s composure and twisted his evil energy.

Moyong Gun’s eyes gleamed.

Chwaaaaaak!

Yayul Jeok staggered and retreated.

There was a long, diagonal sword wound on his chest. It was the mark left by Moyong Gun’s Tangma Greatsword.

In that instant, Yayul Jeok’s eyes flashed.

‘Damn it!’

After allowing one sword strike, he finally felt his head cooling down.

Paahhh!

Yayul Jeok ran towards the stairs about ten yards away without looking back.

It was then.

Fupupupupupung!

Numerous fire arrows were shot, turning the stairs that Yayul Jeok was trying to break through into a sea of fire. That place was also covered in oil.

Of course, a master of this level could not be stopped by flames. But it could make him hesitate for a moment, and Moyong Gun and Beomoh did not miss that moment.

Puuhhh!

Beomoh’s fist struck Yayul Jeok’s shoulder.

Yayul Jeok, who was staggering, had Moyong Gun’s Tangma Greatsword swung at him with reckless speed from behind.

Puuhhh!

The huge blade of the sword pierced Yayul Jeok’s abdomen.

From Moyong Gun’s mouth, a voice seething with killing intent finally flowed out.

“You will not die peacefully.”