Tangmunjeon - Chapter 412



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Dang Mu-jin killed three people who were hit by the machine gun while climbing over the wall, then swung his sword in a cool manner and wiped away the blood.

‘Is it starting now?’

Dang Mu-jin looked back.

Not only the monks of the Tang family, but also the nuns of the Amipa and the Taoists of the Cheongseongpa were lined up in rows under the moonlight.

Dang Mu-jin naturally stood in front of everyone.

Of course, it wasn’t because Dang Mu-jin had the highest distribution or was the strongest that he stood in front of them. He was just in front of them because he was the owner of the house.

But that didn’t matter. Anyway, since I was standing in the best spot, wasn’t that enough?

Soon, the main gate of the Danggajang quietly opened, and the Demonic Cult’s warriors appeared. The Demonic Cult’s warriors all looked at the Dangmujin with tense expressions.

Among the demonic cult’s unmanned troops, there was a man holding a long spear who seemed to be not much older than Dang Mu-jin.

But judging by the atmosphere, the young man seemed to be the leader of the demonic cult members in this place.

‘Is that guy a great law? Or a friendly law?’

The man holding the window muttered.

“You welcomed us without even locking the door… You’re so confident.”

It wasn’t that the door wasn’t locked, but rather that the officer in charge had cut the lock off a while ago, so there was no lock.

But since so many people were listening to Dang Mu-jin’s answer, Dang Mu-jin beat around the bush.

“The Tang Family is open to everyone. It is open to those who are sick and wandering in search of help, as well as to those who have come to find a place to die.”

That was a great answer, Dang Mu-jin thought.

As always, a great answer makes the opponent nervous. As expected, the expressions on the Demonic Cult members’ faces became a little more rigid.

The man holding the spear tapped the ground with a long handle and asked Dang Mu-jin.

“Are you the head of the party?”

“Yes.”

“What did you do to the fence?”

Dang Mu-jin glanced at the bodies of the three people who had died while climbing over the wall, then snickered.

“If you ignore the mistress of the family, that’s what will happen to you.”

“hostess?”

“okay.”

And the owner of the house had two mistresses.

If the numerous organs installed here and there in the Tang family are gifts from Danseolyeong, then the small bloodworms flying around the Tang family’s main gate right now are Mokwan-ah’s arrangement.

However, the Demonic Cult’s unmanned forces seemed completely unaware of the poison contained in the tiny bloodsuckers, which were less than half the size of a pinky fingernail.

‘You’ll realize it soon enough.’

This time, Dang Mu-jin asked the man holding the spear.

“By the way, who are you?”

Then the man holding the window answered as if he had been waiting.

“The Demonic Cult’s method of friendship, the Moon-piercing Spear.”

Dang Mu-jin nodded indifferently.

‘I guess it was a friendly law. It’s a spear that pierces the moon…’

In Dang Mu-jin’s experience, if you have a nickname that sounds good at a young age, there’s a high chance that it’s your own nickname. The nickname Jeong-eon was a typical example.

In fact, Dang Mu-jin was also suspicious of Hyeon-gong’s nickname, Seung-ryong-geom.

But the story of the Friendship Law did not end there. The Friendship Law held up his spear and glared at Dang Mu-jin as if he was going to pierce through him.

“But in the past, it was called Jo Eul-hyeon of Sangsan Joga.”

“Gwanwolchang Jo Eul-hyeon. I see.”

Although Dang Mu-jin answered appropriately, Jo Eul-hyeon was still staring at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Is there anyone who comes to mind when you hear my name?”

Dang Mu-jin thought for a moment. No one came to mind.

“···well.”

“Where is your gang, Namgung Myung, the swordsman?”

“There isn’t one in the Tang family. Why are you suddenly asking that?”

When Dang Mu-jin asked again, Jo Eul-hyeon’s eyes seemed to be filled with clear anger.

“You son of a bitch…! Don’t act like a fool!”

“What are you talking about? If you have a grudge against Namgung Myung, go find him. The Namgung family is in Tianzhu Mountain, Anhui Province.”

Dang Mu-jin didn’t like being confronted with unreasonable anger, but he answered kindly. After all, men tend to become more lenient when they become parents.

However, Jo Eul-hyeon repaid Dang Mu-jin’s kindness with a rebuke full of his inner strength.

“This Sangsan Joga’s Jo Eul-Hyeon! Why did you have to join the Demonic Cult to raise your family! How could you not know?”

Dang Mu-jin thought carefully and came to a conclusion.

“How would I know that? It seems that you have mastered the art of magic and have become mentally unstable due to the evil seeping into your bones. Don’t take your anger out on anyone.”

Wooho Law Jo Eul-Hyeon looked up at the sky, calmed his rapid breathing, and then suddenly swung his spear as fast as a ray of light, aiming for Dang Mu-Jin’s heart.

A quick and bold blow that would kill even the most skilled fighter.

But Dang Mu-jin naturally avoided the window.

It was possible because he had a lot of experience sparring with masters, and he had guessed that Woo Ho-beop would do something unusual.

‘It’s fast. But not as fast as the descendants of the Jjomchangpa.’

Before the follow-up attack could be launched, Dang Mu-jin leaped backwards and denounced the friendly law.

“You’re looking for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack by selling out my family name? You’re a fool!”

“You bastards! Kill them all!”

At the same time as the shouts of the law of friendship, the demonic sect’s warriors rushed towards the orthodox sect’s warriors.

Woohobeop also lunged at Dangmujin again and extended his spear. However, Honggeolgae jumped out from the side and deflected Woohobeop’s spear.

“The Dragon’s Head and the Heavenly Sword, Hong Gyeon, will deal with you!”

Hong Geol-gae came forward confidently.

Hong Geol-gae’s achievements were clearly far behind Woo Ho-beop’s, but Hong Geol-gae had a corner of confidence. The compatibility of the martial arts he had learned was extremely good.

Hong Geol-gae was skilled in the sealing method, but he was even more skilled in the recommendation method.

Against spearmen who rely on keeping their distance, the recommended method of digging in at a much closer distance than a sword is very compatible.

Of course, if Hong Geol-gae was a fool, he might not have been able to get close and would have been impaled on a spear. However, one of Hong Geol-gae’s main martial arts was the Chwipal Seonbo.

The best part of the Chwipalseonbo is the breathtaking movements.

The movements were so strange and intricate that even Namgung Jincheon and Samanbul, who were two steps ahead of Hong Geol-gae, could not easily predict Hong Geol-gae’s movements. Hong Geol-gae dodged the spear by a hair’s breadth and dodged into Woohobeop’s embrace.

Woohobeop tried to shake off Honggeolgae by swinging his spear horizontally, but Honggeolgae stuck to Woohobeop like carp droppings and did not come off easily.

‘It’s an excellent performance, not typical of Hong Geul-gae.’

Instead of approaching Hong Geol-gae, Dang Mu-jin stepped back and jumped up onto the roof of the Dang family’s office.

Dang Mujin knew what his greatest strength was. He could influence the entire battle situation by himself. It was a distinction that other warriors could not imitate.

Dang Mu-jin threw the wheel and shouted.

“Okay, take this!”

While hundreds of unmanned soldiers were tangled in a chaotic manner, the flying wheel thrown by Dangmujin flew through the night sky and reached its destination. Several unmanned soldiers of the Demonic Cult fell, splattering blood.

“The leader of the party! Kill the leader of the party! That bastard is throwing a secret weapon!”

There were many people in the Demonic Cult who knew of the power of the Biryun. However, they could not easily approach Dangmujin.

It was impossible to approach the room because the Jeongpa’s unmanned personnel were surrounding it, and even if they were able to get around the Jeongpa’s unmanned personnel, they would not be able to break through the spiderweb-like structure of the organ.

Even if he had been lucky enough to break through the organs, it was still a problem. He was not so easy to deal with as the black fools of Dangmujin.

Dang Mu-jin unfolded the battle situation while receiving the returning Biryun.

‘As expected, I’m a little behind.’

The three most powerful and elite members of the Jeongpa faction are Dang Mu-jin, Hong Geol-gae, and Wi Ji-nan-hyang.

On the other hand, the Demonic Cult has the Uho Law, the Joho Law, the Gwangyeomra, and the two half-way super-climaxes. Not only the average achievements of the masters, but also the number of masters is slightly behind the Jeongpa Muin.

However, the Demonic Cult’s unarmed soldiers were unable to properly push back the Jeongpa unarmed soldiers. Because of the hidden organs here and there, if they let their guard down even a little, they would often suffer serious injuries.

Also, Wei Zhennanxiang’s performance was dazzling.

Wi Jinanxiang was skilled at wielding two swords, but his attire was too flashy to be suitable for battle.

But what caught people’s attention was Wei Zhenyanxiang’s appearance, which was much more extravagant than her clothes, and her eyes, which seemed to truly enjoy fighting.

If I had to pick one protagonist from this battlefield, it would definitely be Wei Zhennanxiang.

‘If you attract attention like that on one side, the other side will have a hard time breathing.’

That wasn’t the only reason why the Jeongpa warriors weren’t easily pushed back. Dangmujin found the Left Guardian Law and the Light Flame on the battlefield.

“Get out of here, you rascal!”

At first glance, it seemed like the Left Guardian Law and the Light Flame were fighting noisily.

However, Dang Mu-jin noticed that the two people’s hands were full of compassion. They would swing their swords to corner their opponents, and then eventually send them flying with long or short swords.

In particular, since Gwangyeomra had in mind the possibility of joining the Jeongpa in the future, he had no intention of incurring the resentment of the Jeongpa warriors.

Among the chaotically jumbled crowd of people, Dang Mu-jin found another familiar face. Magadeng.

A guy who escaped from the Demonic Cult and worked as a bandit to find a way to cure the side effects of magic, but was beaten by Dang Mu-jin and Hong Geol-gae and thrown into the basement of Amisan Geumjeonggak.

Dang Mu-jin realized why Magadeng was mixed in with the Demonic Cult’s warriors.

‘Did the Amipa get released after it was destroyed by the Demonic Cult’s unmanned forces?’

Magadeng was fighting against Hyangbaeksa-tae, the leader of the Amipa faction, but despite being superior to Hyangbaeksa-tae, he was unable to easily subdue him.

No, looking back, it wasn’t that he couldn’t subdue them, but rather that he didn’t subdue them. Anyone who saw it could clearly see that he didn’t want to get involved in this fight.

Dang Mu-jin sent a message to Geumjeonggakju Myeongryeonsa-tae, who was fighting a little distance away from Hyangbaeksa-tae.

– Lord Geumjeonggak. This is Dang Mujin. What happened with Magadeng?

– Yes? Nothing special happened. Magadeng also practiced his Cheongsang Kwon diligently, and his personality didn’t seem particularly bad, so I treated him well.

Dang Mu-jin asked again.

– You’re not just saying that, are you?

-···Why are you suddenly asking that?

– It’s important.

– He took good care of them. Sometimes, when he received meat as a donation, he would give it to Magadeng.

Ahem, Dang Mujin cleared his throat by clearing his throat, then lowered his voice slightly and sent a message to Magadeng.

– Magadeng.

Magadeng immediately looked around. Dangmujin immediately sent the next message.

– It’s Kwangyeomra. Don’t answer and listen quietly. In fact, I and the Zuohu Law are of the same opinion as the Jeongpa Muin.

Magadeng’s eyes widened when he heard the surprising information.

Magadeng looked at Gwangyeomra to see if that was true, and soon realized that Gwangyeomra’s hands were overflowing with mercy.

Dang Mu-jin sent a message again.

– I know you have no intention of giving your life to the Demonic Cult. Look into the situation, get out of the battlefield as soon as possible, and surrender to the Dang Family Leader when the sun rises. The Dang Family Leader has a generous nature and excellent character, so he will definitely accept you and give you a high position.

Magadeng nodded slightly while looking at Gwangyeomra.

Of course, Gwangyeomra didn’t know that it was an action directed at him.

Magadeng slowly retreated from the chaotic battlefield where people were mixed together and disappeared outside the party headquarters.

Dang Mujin shuddered slightly. To persuade the power of the Demonic Cult with a sound! The ability to imitate the voice of Gwangyeomra contained endless possibilities.

Dangmujin looked up at the sky. Some time had passed since the fight began, and the moon was slightly waning.

‘It’s almost time.’

Rather than being on the side of the Demonic Cult, the Gwangyeomra and the Left Guardians are closer to being a neutral force caught between the righteous faction and the Demonic Cult.

Furthermore, in order to make good use of the voice of Gwangyeomra in the future, Gwangyeomra must be kept alive. Dangmujin was busy throwing and catching the Biryun and sending a message to Gwangyeomra.

– Gwangyeomra. It’s Dangmujin.

Gwangyeomra glanced at Dangmujin and answered.

-Why are you suddenly acting friendly?

– In a moment, a large herbivore will spread out. If you don’t want to die, get out.

Kwangyeomra frowned slightly.

– What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Even if you spread out your diet.

However, Dang Mu-jin sent the message in a serious voice without any playfulness.

– I won’t warn you twice. I’ll spread the first meal after the first day, so if you don’t want to die, get out of the party before then. You showed me a favor, so I’ll return the favor.

The relationship between the two becomes closer through mutual favors. Dang Mu-jin spoke for the last time.

– If you don’t believe me, you can just get out and come back later. But you won’t be coming back.

Gwangyeomra hesitated, then moved his lips.

Judging from the direction he was glancing, it seemed like he was sending a message to the left wing.

Left Guardian Law and Gwangyeomra glanced at Dangmujin and quietly left the Danggajang. Several of the Demonic Cult members looked at Left Guardian Law and Gwangyeomra with suspicious eyes, but the two managed to get away with it and escaped through the Danggajang’s main gate.

As the day was drawing to a close, Dang Mu-jin dropped both hands that had been throwing the wind chimes and looked at the direction of the wind. The wind was blowing from behind his back.

A strange aura that could hardly be described as poison flowed out from the pores of Dang Mu-jin’s body, slowly covering the battlefield.

After a while, Dang Mu-jin filled his internal energy and shouted loudly.

“If you want to live, run away now!”

The demonic cult’s warriors looked at Dang Mu-jin. However, the emotion in their expressions was not fear, but rather something closer to mockery. At first glance, it seemed like victory was just around the corner, so no one ran away.

And Dang Mu-jin knew that the Demonic Cult’s warriors would react like that. That’s why Dang Mu-jin laughed.

More than half of the Demonic Cult members who entered through the main gate of the Tang family had been bitten by bloodthirsty insects and had been injected with a faint poison. Dispersed soul yang poison (散魄陽毒) was harmless on its own.

While the warriors were fighting among themselves for more than an hour, the poison of the mountain white yang spread throughout the bodies of the Demonic Cult warriors.

And now, the Demonic Cult’s warriors inhaled the strange energy flowing out from Dang Mujin’s body, the Sanbaek Eum Dok (Scattered Soul Yin Poison).

Usually, when a warrior realizes that poison has seeped into his body, he uses his internal energy to drive out the poison so that it does not spread further. However, the Sanbaekyang poison has spread throughout the entire body of the Demonic Cult warriors without any symptoms.

Dang Mu-jin stood on the rooftop with his back to the moonlight and laughed at the demonic cult members.

“Think about it carefully. Did I drag you into the Danggajang so that we could fight fair? Or did I lure you to the Danggajang’s main gate without any plan?”

When the late-seeding Sanbaekumdok and Sanbaekyangdok met, the two poisons changed their properties into an extreme poison called Sanbaekjinhyang.

Only then did the Demonic Cult’s warriors sense something strange.

“uh···?”

As if the connection between body and soul had been severed, the demonic warriors fell to the ground with their eyes wide open.

My mind was clear, but I had difficulty breathing, and my limbs were stiff as a block of wood.

It was not a situation where they had to worry about the organs or anything. The demonic cult members who were lucky enough to not be hit by the Sanbaek Jinhyang ran out of the Tang family with all their might without even knowing what was happening.

The stiff-bodied warriors lay face down in an awkward position, looking at the warriors of the righteous faction approaching them.

Dang Mu-jin approached the noisy Demonic Cult members and spoke.

“I told you to run away. You don’t listen to other people’s stories. That’s how you died.”

Dang Mu-jin said so and picked up his sword.