Monochrome Sovereign [EN]: Chapter 621

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The attacks of the yellow-masked man, who called himself the vice-chief of the Seventh Sacrificial Division, were incredibly fierce.

Moyong Gun’s eyes wavered.

‘This guy.’

Whoosh! Bang!

The way he gripped the middle of his spear, rotating it to increase the density of power, and then unleashing that power in a strike was truly remarkable.

It seemed like a random swing, but its destructive power was immense. Even the great spear master Hwang Seok-tae had to retreat more than ten steps from that single blow.

Swish!

The demonic energy overflowing from the yellow-masked man’s body created a subtle ripple.

It was a demonic energy that polluted the air. A force that made even breathing uncomfortable. Considering that inner energy is essentially breath, and breath is the foundation of a martial artist, the yellow-masked man’s emission of demonic energy had the effect of suppressing the enemy’s power.

Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!

Moyong Gun’s lightning energy surged fiercely, burning away the damp demonic energy that had dissolved into the air.

The density of the air decreased, but it was better than breathing without any countermeasures.

His judgment was accurate.

The yellow-masked man’s lips twitched.

“The power of the Heavenly Emperor. It was said that it would be hard to find anyone in the current martial world who could wield lightning energy itself. There were rumors that the head of the Moyong family could control lightning energy, and it was true.”

Moyong Gun’s face hardened slightly.

He had never particularly hidden his lightning energy technique. But he also never thought that everyone would know about it.

“However.”

Whoosh!

The emission of demonic energy intensified.

It was as if he was burning his very life force. Moyong Gun felt a unique madness in the yellow-masked man’s demonic energy, the kind that only a human who had risked everything could possess.

“Whatever you want, you won’t get anything.”

Moyong Gun said in a monotonous voice.

“We may not, but what I want is for you to die as soon as possible.”

The yellow-masked man grinned.

Was it because demonic energy was embedded in his smile? His lips seemed a little darker than before.

“That’s a wish that will be fulfilled after you die.”

Bang!

Moyong Gun’s movements were as impressive as ever.

Fast and unpredictable movements, like the lightning energy he possessed. In an instant, Moyong Gun disappeared from the yellow-masked man’s sight.

And almost simultaneously, Moyong Gun’s treasured sword surged diagonally from below.

Clang! Clang!

Spear and sword clashed, sparks flying.

The scattered fragments of lightning energy looked extremely dangerous. But the yellow-masked man did not back down at all. He was surprised by the lightning energy his opponent possessed, but he did not seem to feel threatened by the lightning energy itself.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Continuous explosions.

Violent shockwaves erupted around the two of them.

‘Damn it.’

Hwang Seok-tae, who had readjusted his Red Dragon Divine Spear, gritted his teeth.

This was not a sparring match, but a real battle, even a war. In war, nothing is more foolish than a one-on-one duel. Of course, he intended to help Moyong Gun kill the enemy.

But he couldn’t.

‘The impact is too strong!’

The power generated by the clash between the demonic energy of the Inverse Heaven and the strongest lightning energy was so fierce that even he, the leader of the Black Dragon Unit, the strongest unit, found it difficult to approach.

If he rashly intervened, he would likely suffer internal injuries without even getting a few spear strikes in. That would be hindering, not helping.

Bang!

Hwang Seok-tae quickly changed his target. He aimed his steel spear at the yellow-masked man’s subordinates, the red-masked men.

Thwack!

Three red-masked men, who were trying to kill the remaining Black Blood Unit members and enter the family head’s residence, died on the spot.

Hwang Seok-tae’s spear technique was not flashy. It was strong and fast. That was all, and that made it even more difficult to attack.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

The number of remaining red-masked men was now less than twenty.

But each of them was a master of the highest level, and since they were scattered and moving in all directions, even Hwang Seok-tae could not chase them all down and kill them.

His strength lay in power and forward momentum, not in the diverse emission of energy like Moyong Gun.

Flash!

Still, Hwang Seok-tae tried to stop them to the end.

He couldn’t catch them all, but he could block the path to the enemy’s destination. Moving faster than anyone else, he crushed the back of one red-masked man and stood in front of the path leading to the family head’s residence.

Swoosh.

His figure, aiming the Red Dragon Divine Spear forward, was like a war god descended upon the battlefield.

“Those who are going to die, come.”

A heavy voice flowed out, revealing the dignified presence of a general that the Black Dragon Unit was proud of.

Two of the red-masked men, who had been scattered and glaring at Hwang Seok-tae, took out small objects from their pockets.

Black beads, slightly smaller than duck eggs.

A look of tension flickered in Hwang Seok-tae’s eyes.

‘This isn’t good.’

He knew what those objects were, having seen them just before the battle began.

‘Sound, huh?’

They were not gunpowder-based fire bombs, but sound-based fire bombs.

Even thinking about it again, he couldn’t believe that such a thing could exist. Gunpowder is a substance, but sound cannot be touched by hand or processed or manufactured.

An object that directly damages the brain with tremendous noise at the moment of explosion.

‘There must be a trick.’

Whatever it was, it was clear that those small beads were troublesome.

There was no other way but to protect his whole body with inner energy. Even then, he couldn’t completely eliminate the residual shock.

If he, a master of the highest level, was like this, what about others? There was a reason why most of the Black Blood Unit members were incapacitated.

‘Whatever it is.’

His hand gripping the Red Dragon Divine Spear tightened.

Hwang Seok-tae shouted.

“Come and try me!”

That was when it happened.

Whoosh!

“……?!”

Was it far away? Or was it close?

Was it the sky? Or was it the ground?

No one could tell. No one here could tell where this wind, which had spread out like an explosion in an instant, had come from.

But at the same time, everyone here realized.

This power, this wind that seemed to have a golden hue, was imbued with a mighty force that far exceeded imagination.

Bang!

Moyong Gun and the yellow-masked man, who had been exchanging murderous blows, were also greatly startled and distanced themselves.

“What is this?”

Moyong Gun stared blankly at the family head’s residence.

The yellow-masked man was the same. Inside the hood that covered most of his face, the shocked expression of a corpse, stained with horror, was revealed.

“……Sixth Sacrificial Chief?”

No.

He muttered involuntarily, but the yellow-masked man instinctively knew that the one who had created this wind was not the Sixth Sacrificial Chief.

Moyong Gun, Hwang Seok-tae, the red-masked men, and even Gang Ryang, who had fainted and woken up, could all tell.

“Cough! It’s my brother.”

Gang Ryang, who had spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered to his feet.

Even in the pain that felt like his whole body was collapsing, Gang Ryang shouted with an expression stained with shock and joy.

“It’s my brother! My brother has finally……!”

That was when it happened.

Whoosh!

A silent storm blew in.

In that fleeting moment, the silence was long.

And the moment that silence ended, a force close to a disaster struck the place.

Krrrrrr!

“Ugh!”

“Kuh!”

The formless storm swept away the debris of the broken buildings and knocked Hwang Seok-tae over.

The storm that knocked Hwang Seok-tae over made Moyong Gun and the yellow-masked man stagger, and the aftermath of the power that passed them swept away the red-masked men.

Crash! Crash!

The sight of the storm splitting trees and shaking buildings was like something that could not possibly happen in this world.

Crack! Snap!

Gang Ryang, who had been floating in the air, broke through the surface of a tree and was buried. Soon after, the tree bent as much as it could, and then its roots were torn out, and it fell over.

Thump! Bang! Crash!

The cracked walls leading to the family head’s residence collapsed, and the forest was devastated.

The dead Black Blood Unit members were rolling on the ground, and the surviving members were also being thrown around and rolling on the ground.

It was a complete mess. Even the weakest warrior among them would be considered first-class if they went out into the martial world, but none of them could keep their balance and were falling or being pushed away.

Fssssssss.

The place where the storm had swept through was devastated.

The walls that had cracked but still maintained their shape, the forest that had been watching this battle with uneasy eyes, and the struggle of the warriors who had scattered blood and death in the murderous battle.

All of it was devastated.

No one had died, but they were all so shocked that they couldn’t even move a finger.

“Cough!”

Gang Ryang, who had been rolling around with the tree, got up again.

Why? The damage his body had taken was quite severe, but strangely, his inner energy felt more active than before he had fainted.

It wasn’t just him who felt that way.

Hwang Seok-tae and Moyong Gun too.

And the Black Blood Unit members who had not died also felt strangely energized.

It wasn’t a matter of willpower. Their inner energy was actually moving actively.

What was the reason?

What was this wind that was so strong, and why did it infuse such vitality into the bodies of some warriors?

“Mind-Intention Injury.”

Moyong Gun’s cheeks twitched.

“This is… Mind-Intention Injury.”

Mind-Intention Injury, or Mind-Imprint Injury.

Also known as Mind-Is-Kill, it is a supreme realm that means one can injure or kill a person with just their mind.

Of course, it is impossible for that to actually happen. If someone died just because you said ‘Die’ in your mind, that person could no longer be considered a human or a living being.

But there is a realm that cannot be explained by any other words.

A magical realm where one who has reached a realm beyond human limits suddenly recognizes that there is something more and reaches out to it.

A realm that cannot be explained by writing or language. A realm of chaos that cannot be shown or guided, and that only the person themselves can recognize.

Because it cannot be described, martial artists of the world respectfully called those who had stepped into the supreme world, which could only be called Limitless, a realm without beginning or end, by this name.

“Saintly Heaven!!”

Hwang Seok-tae shouted involuntarily.

“This power is Saintly Heaven!”

Hwang Seok-tae and Moyong Gun were people who had seen Yang Cheon’s true power.

That’s why they could tell. The depth of this power, what this power proved.

“Could it be…….”

Moyong Gun’s voice was trembling with shock.

“Yeon Ho-Jeong, that guy?!”

At that moment, the yellow-masked man shouted.

“Retreat!”

A command that was close to a scream.

Startled, Moyong Gun and Hwang Seok-tae looked at the yellow-masked man, and they could see him flying back the way he had come.

Even as he flew, the yellow-masked man kept shouting.

“Retreat! Retreat! The Sixth Sacrificial Chief has been defeated!”

The body of the Sixth Sacrificial Chief was originally occupied by the yellow-masked man, the vice-chief of the Seventh Sacrificial Division.

The demonic energy flowing from that body had completely disappeared in the face of this massive storm.

What did that mean?

‘Annihilation!!’

It meant that he had been annihilated without even being able to use his full power.

The Sixth Sacrificial Chief, who had sacrificed his own body to become fertilizer for the current cultists, had truly returned to the heavens.

“Everyone scatter! Gather at the sixth base! We must get out of the Tang family as quickly as possible……!”

Bang!

The yellow-masked man spat out blood and was thrown back in the opposite direction.

Crash! Bang!

The yellow-masked man, who had collided with two red-masked men and flown away, fell down after flying about twenty yards. It was a distance not far from Hwang Seok-tae.

“The sixth base, huh.”

A languid and eerie voice.

Everyone looked at the source of that voice.

Step, step.

The young man, walking casually as if he had nothing to hide, had a dark blue aura rising from his body like smoke.

Moyong Gun swallowed.

How did he move that far?

The young man, Yeon Ho-Jeong, turned his shoulder and asked calmly.

“Could you tell me where it is? That place called the sixth base.”