The Lord Becomes the Leader - Chapter 227



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#227 A Thousand Autumns

Since Namgung is the sword that holds the sky, nothing is impossible.

A tremendous amount of force arose from Namgung Han’s sword, and the terrifying fireballs soared into the air.

Soon, they all rushed in front of his sword, crushed and clumped together.

Whoosh─.

Namgung Han raised his sword.

Kwagagagagagagaga─!!!

All the fireballs exploded in the sky.

Moment.

The whole of Gwangju became as bright as day.

Just below, the heat was so intense that it felt like midsummer day. It must have been so intense that even the rare clouds in the night sky dispersed.

“… … .”

Heuksaldaeju put down both his hands at the sight.

The same goes for the Black Death agents.

This is the palace fire bomb that was a last resort.

Even if it meant dying together, I wanted to follow the orders of Jin Tae-cheon, the head of the Guangdong Jin family.

The opponent just so happens to be a swordsman.

I witnessed a miracle right before my eyes.

Namgung Han looked at them coldly, as they had lost their will to fight.

“You crossed the line.”

Hooooooooooo─.

Thick smoke is carried away by the wind.

The light that illuminated Gwangju once again subsides into darkness, and the heat that almost melted melts into the summer night.

But not all is lost.

Namgung Han’s desperate anger began to take over the space in an instant.

“I and the Apostolic Union respect the independence of Jinga.”

Swish─.

The tip of Namgung Han’s sword pointed at Heuksaldaeju.

thud.

Daeju knelt down just like that.

To be exact, his lower part of the body was cut off by a sword shot from afar by Namgung Han.

“No. I respected it.”

Sreung─.

The sword’s name cutting through the darkness rang out.

A sword appeared next to the Heuksal Corps members who were blankly looking up at Namgung Han.

Blue swords appearing from the darkness.

It was the strongest sword in Nammurim, boasted by Namgung Se-ga, Changgung (蒼穹).

The sword that Namgung Se-ga had kept in his scabbard until now was pulled out in Gwangju.

“But not anymore. Kill me.”

“insect.”

The order to die has been given.

At the same time, the Black Death Corps members fell down with blood spurting from their necks. Those who were hiding were also unable to avoid the eyes of the Sword Masters and eventually died.

The swordsman of the Namgung family.

A scene of killing the Guangdong Jin family’s armed forces.

Those who realized what that meant widened their eyes.

This is on a completely different level from what happens when a demonic cult or a martial arts academy comes out.

From the moment that the Changgung Swordsmen killed the Heuksaldae, this incident became an official conflict in Nammurim.

Srrrrrr─.

Namgung Han, who was floating in the air, slowly came down to the ground.

He frowned at the sight of the dying people of Gwangju and the bloodstains that stained the burning buildings.

“I greet you, Your Majesty.”

Yeongho Gwang bites the axe.

The masters of the Cheonmu Academy began to line up behind him. Then, starting from the front, they greeted him one by one.

Nod─.

Namgung Han responded to their greetings with a nod.

“Mugyeol-ah.”

He immediately summoned the sword dragon Namgung Mugyeol.

“yes.”

“This is martial arts world.”

Namgung Han’s gaze passes over the corpses of the Gwangdongjin Black Death Squad, who he had thought were on the same side until just now.

He turned to the Demonic Cult, who were his enemies but now stood together with him, and looked at the people of Cheonmuhak-gwan, who had always been his center.

“Because it is a martial arts world, it is a world of martial arts.”

On the other hand, the order in which Namgung Moo-gyeol looked was different.

He first saw those who had died unjustly in this place.

He turned to his comrades who had fought together with him and bowed his head to the Changgung Sword Squad that had slaughtered the Heuksal Squad on the front lines.

“I know.”

“… … .”

“But I didn’t have the strength to take responsibility.”

Namgung Han smiled bitterly at Namgung Mugyeol’s plain answer.

“You’ve become a martial artist without me even knowing.”

“The moment I set foot in there, it felt like I was falling off a cliff. Now I understand a little bit about the world of martial arts that my grandfather always talked about.”

He was a tiny grandson.

He is a guy with a lot of talent and a somewhat self-righteous personality, but he is fundamentally gentle, so I had high hopes for his future.

Unlike the other seven families of the Apostolic Order who deliberately sent their mediocre children to Cheonmu Academy, it was Namgung Han’s decision to send Namgung Se-ga Namgung Mu-gyeol.

It was judged that what Namgung Moo-gyeol needed to become the pillar of Namgung in Geomryong was not a few martial arts skills, but ‘wear and tear’.

That is, Namgung Han hoped that Namgung Mu-gyeol would meet many people, collide with them, break down, and shatter into adulthood.

“I’m proud, but at the same time, it’s a shame. It’s too early.”

Namgung Han patted Namgung Mugyeol on the shoulder.

It’s a happy growth.

But it’s growing too fast.

I also wanted to see my grandson living a little more carefree. But now he has become a martial artist to the point where it is impossible to refute him.

It wasn’t like this earlier this year.

Swish─.

Namgung Han’s head turned to the side.

The two brothers standing next to Namgung Mugyeol met the sword master’s sharp gaze.

“This is Lee Ha-ryong, the acting leader.”

“This is Dae-ri Lee Chu-ryang.”

The two held out their right fists, wrapping their left palms around them.

It was the most they could do to bow their heads, as the name of the Demonic Cult they were carrying was too great.

Namgung Han nodded as if he understood, and then pushed back the sword he had still drawn.

“Inspector Namgung Han.”

“I will not forget today’s grace.”

“Is there no leader?”

“Yes, he was away for a while because he had something to do.”

“But how old are you?”

Lee Ha-ryong and Lee Chu-ryang told their ages. Even Lee Ha-ryong, who was older than them, was a year younger than Namgung Mu-gyeol.

Namgung Han frowned again.

“For someone of that age… … .”

He trailed off without saying a word.

There is no one in the Central Plains as talented as Namgung Mu-gyeol, but the brothers Lee Ha-ryong and Lee Chu-ryang before our eyes are clearly beyond reason.

It’s so strong that the word “peak” doesn’t seem excessive, and if both of them just take one step forward, it’s a sight to behold.

Even in the Cheonmu Academy, where talented people from all over Nammurim gather, there is probably no one who has gained such strength at such a young age.

But there are already two in the Demonic Cult.

If you include the rumored leader of the Demonic Cult, Lee Chun-bong, who is not present, there are three.

If you think about the possibility of a demonic cult, there might be one or two more.

Namgung Han couldn’t take his hand off the sword handle.

He stared at the two brothers, repeatedly opening and closing his mouth.

Many thoughts crossed my mind.

Is the Demonic Cult an enemy or not?

Is the Demonic Cult more profitable than the Guangdong Jin Family or not?

Is there any need to look at the Demonic Cult?

and.

Okay─.

I completely let go.

“The spirit of the heavenly kingdom is unstoppable.”

The spirit of a thousand autumns.

The righteous spirit endures a thousand autumns.

The blue sky is boundless.

Is the blue sky endless?

Rather than worrying about the hardships that might come in the future, I decided to only look at the comrades I fought with now.

“I haven’t seen my leader in person, but seeing my grandson and you guys, I know he is truly an amazing person.”

Instead of the unjust sword, Namgung Han bowed his head and gave a righteous greeting.

“Thank you for actively participating in the Gwangju Uprising.”

“No. If Your Majesty had not come, there would only be our corpses here.”

Lee Ha-ryong responded skillfully.

In any case, the speaking skills he had learned in advance during his time at Ma-ryong-do shone through. When Lee Chu-ryang joined in from time to time, Nam-gung Han smiled faintly.

He soon turned his head.

As those who had returned from the face of death, everyone sat down on the floor to rest, and those who still had strength searched for anyone who might be missing in the tragedy.

Inside it.

Danmokhwa was seen looking for any living beings while putting the famous sword of Danmoksega, Baekseol, into the ashes.

Namgung Han opened his mouth without taking his eyes off her.

“I’m not the only one who came. I can’t be the only one who came to decide how to judge the opening ceremony of the Demonic Cult.”

“… … ?”

“Blood Sea Unlimited Danmokjungsan. He’s here too.”

“… … !”

Everyone who heard that looked around.

However, apart from Namgung Han, no one else was visible. He pointed to the pavilion of Gwangdongjinga that was slightly visible in the distance.

“Muje is probably having a private meeting with Jin Ga-ju, who is responsible for this.”

Although his butt was heavy, once he started moving, there was no force faster than Sado-ryeon.

Everyone nodded as the two of them came forward and pressured Jin-ga from the inside and outside.

* * *

“Why didn’t you let me know in advance?”

Jorurur─.

Jin Tae-cheon pours tea.

On the other side was a sullen-looking man named Danmokjungsan. He lifted his teacup and sighed.

“I need to get in touch with you. Whenever I say something, there’s no response, so I wonder if you’re getting what I’m saying and if you understand.”

“So, His Majesty came in person.”

“I wanted to close the door to Guangdong and see what on earth was going on inside.”

Jorrrrrr─.

Jin Tae-cheon poured tea into his empty cup as well.

It was hot because it had just been boiled, but it wasn’t so hot that it would pierce his thick palms.

“So, how was it?”

“There is no hell other than the human world.”

I came to Gwangju with Namgung Han, the heaviest man in Nammurim.

Since we were moving around just the two of us, it reminded me of when I was little and it was quite exciting.

But what I felt when I actually entered Guangdong was that the popularity of the Demonic Cult was greater than I thought, and that Guangdong Jin-ga was strangely neglectful.

And Gwangju.

Namgung Han and Danmok Jungsan, without a doubt, felt the massacre caused by the Heuksal Squad.

The two split up, one to the battlefield, and Danmokjungsan, with his precious granddaughter, returned straight to Jinga.

“I see.”

Danmokjungsan’s eyebrows rose.

The discomfort was clearly evident.

“Do you think that’s enough for now?”

“yes.”

“Your men are committing massacre in Gwangju?”

“Let me be clear. This isn’t a massacre. We’re just cleaning up the demonic cults that have infiltrated Guangdong and those possessed by them.”

“you…….”

Hurup─.

Jin Tae-cheon drank some more tea.

It was a tea that was very close to plain water, which suited him who liked light tea.

A tea with a light fragrance that is close to his empty eyes.

“Your Majesty, are you visiting from the perspective of the Apostolic League?”

“Yeah. The inspection is over. I can’t even contact that bastard Dokpae or call him.”

“Hahaha. They say that before something big happens, there’s bound to be some annoying interference. It really is.”

Knock knock.

He stood up from his seat, holding his teacup in his hand.

I walked towards the picture of the black dragon on the wall.

“The only one left is in the South Sea.”

“what……?”

“I don’t know the details, but I heard it’s used as an offering to the sea god.”

Strength entered Danmokjungsan’s hands on its own.

Paget─.

There was a crack in the luxurious porcelain teacup.

“He said that one was missing for the sea god to wake up, but a poisonous one would be just right.”

Danmokjungsan was puzzled by Jin Taecheon’s words.

In fact, the owner of Guangdong Province is Jin Tae-cheon. He said things like, “I did it” so naturally.

“I wish I could sweep away all the swords that I have but can’t even swing properly.”

“You─.”

Danmokjungsan felt ominous.

I thought that in the worst case scenario, I might end up fighting a life-or-death battle with Jin Tae-cheon, but I was terrified by the feeling that there was some huge dark plot behind him.

Jin Tae-cheon turned his head slightly and looked at Danmokjungsan.

“Why didn’t you just endure it until next year? Then you would have lived without knowing anything.”

“what……?”

Rattling.

At that moment, the door to the mansion opened.

The one coming in was the crown prince wearing a golden robe.

His eyes were a creepy purple.

【Kneel down.】

From the mouth of the human prince.

Words flowed out like ominous celestial beings.

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