Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 306



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 306

Meadow (6)

“You guard this place with Lady Jeong!”

Ilmok, who gave instructions to the Cheonmasingyo’s unmanned forces, glanced at Jin Ha-yeon and Ju Seo-yeon and then charged towards the enemies.

They were a bunch of idiots.

Because we had planned to make a large formation in anticipation of their escape.

Thanks to that, there weren’t many escorts around the leader.

“Kill him!!”

As the Khagan of the Mangod tribe shouted at the sudden charge, those forming the circular formation began to charge towards the village of the Jarchigod tribe.

Meanwhile.

Crunch!

The guard who had stepped forward to protect the chieftain ended up having his head cut off by a single slash of Ichimoku’s sword.

It didn’t end there.

Crunch!

Of the men who had been around Mangod’s Khagan, not a single one succeeded in blocking the masked man’s sword.

“!?”

Only then did the Khagan of the Mango tribe show a surprised expression.

With just four swings of his sword, Ilmok killed all who stood in his way and quickly approached the Khagan of Mangod.

Looking at the masked man swinging his sword at a fierce speed, the Khagan of the Mangod tribe swung his great sword urgently.

The Khagan of the Mango tribe was also a master of exquisite skill, and his attitude was full of fierceness.

“Huh!”

Immediately after exchanging vows, Mangod’s Khagan had to grit his teeth and swallow the blood that was about to flow back.

It was only after one day that I suffered internal injuries.

‘Wow, this can’t be happening! A warrior better than this body!’

While the Khagan of Mangod denies reality.

The masked man, immediately after clashing with the mounted Kagan, landed on the ground and instead of jumping back up, stomped on the air and swung his sword again.

Mangod’s Khagan, startled by the bizarre sight, barely managed to prevent the blow, but ended up being thrown from his horse.

‘This can’t be happening…’

Mangod’s Khagan could not come to his senses.

And only later did he realize what his biggest mistake was.

They had overlooked the fact that the foreigner who had defeated the spirit they had been hunting for days was no easy enemy.

The impatience to quickly get over the wall and return to their homeland, and the anger at having their spirits taken away, clouded their rational judgment.

But that realization came too late.

Bang!

Once again, the Kagan’s stance clashed with the masked man’s sword and broke apart with a clear sound.

Phage crackle!

A sword wrapped in lightning-like energy flew towards his heart.

Kwajik!

After easily dealing with the enemy leader in just a few moves, Ichimoku nodded while still holding the Ascension Sword stuck in the enemy’s chest.

‘also.’

Riding the ascending sword that pierced his heart, a huge amount of blood energy gathered towards his superiority.

But, it was different than before.

Because instead of the magical energy of the Talhonmujeonggeom and the blood energy of the Ascension Sword fighting each other, they coexisted without any problems.

After entering the Inhae Gyeong, it seemed that he was able to control his energy more freely.

A few hours ago, I felt a similar sensation when I pierced the head of the spirit goat.

At the time, I thought it might be because the opponent was a spirit, but now I can say that it is certain.

‘At least, there’s almost no chance of running out of internal energy while fighting.’

Because you can absorb energy every time you suck blood with the Ascension Sword.

Of course, there was a requirement that the Ascension Sword be directly stained with blood, but it was all too common for the sword to get bloody during battle.

After diagnosing his own condition, Ichimoku immediately pulled out the Sword of Ascension that was embedded in the chest of the water monster.

This was because if he sucked blood to the point of becoming a Moknaei, there was a risk that a new vengeful spirit would be born in the Ascension Sword.

‘Wouldn’t it be better to divide it up little by little and have several people absorb it?’

If it continued to suck blood as it pleased, it seemed that the Ascension Sword would eventually evolve into one of the greatest magical swords in the history of martial arts.

Crunch!

Ichimoku swung his sword again and cut off the leader’s head. He picked up the leader’s neck and turned around, shouting.

“Yell!!”

As his shout, filled with his inner energy, echoed across the open plains, the eyes of those fighting naturally turned to Ilmok.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the nomads who had formed a circle and attacked the Jarchigod tribe wavered greatly.

“Oh, Khagan!!”

Because they could not have imagined that the head of the great chieftain they believed in and followed would be cut off in such a short period of time.

“We must avenge Khagan!!”

“Kill him!!”

But perhaps the death of their chieftain wasn’t enough to discourage them, as their eyes grew even more blazing and they began swinging their weapons.

Ilmok lightly clicked his tongue at their foolishness, and then immediately breathed life into the Ascension Sword.

The red blood that had formed on the Ascension Sword soon spread out in all directions like a net.

Crunch!

Crunch!!

The bodies of the nomads who had first shouted and urged battle were cut down one after another.

Was it because he slaughtered dozens of warriors with just one technique?

The warriors of the Mango tribe, who were about to continue the battle, looked at Ilmok with eyes filled with fear.

Only then did they seem to be able to communicate, so Ichimoku shouted.

“Those who throw down their weapons and surrender will be spared!”

Immediately after Ohalak interpreted Ichimoku’s scream.

The warriors of the Mango tribe began to throw down their weapons and kneel in unison.

* * *

After subduing and confirming all the surrendered enemies, approximately seventy hostages were taken.

The number of people who first attacked seemed to be around one hundred and fifty, so they probably spared about half of them.

‘Still, it’s better than killing them all.’

When you see a glass half full of water, do you say it’s half empty or half full?

Ilmok decided to choose the latter.

In the past, if you didn’t draw your sword, you wouldn’t draw it, but once you did, you would kill everyone.

The reason Ilmok advised them to surrender was because of the promise he had made to himself when he successfully escaped from the demon cult and entered the Inhae Gyeong.

The pledge that one will not hesitate to kill someone, but will refrain from indiscriminate killing.

It was an oath that contained the meaning that I would not become a monster crazy about killing, because I realized that this place was reality.

It seemed like a contradictory attitude considering he had casually slaughtered dozens of people with one stroke of his sword, but this was actually a way to reduce the killings.

Because it was necessary to break the will to resist by showing overwhelming force.

In reality, all of those who Ichimoku killed with the Thousand-Mang Sword were men with a strong will to resist and outstanding skills.

Warriors with a strong influence within the tribe. In military terms, they could be considered executive-level warriors.

“What do you plan to do with them?”

To Jin Ha-yeon’s question, Ilmok shrugged his shoulders and answered.

“I think we’ll talk it over and decide.”

Having said that, Il-mok approached the subdued people.

As Ilmok approached, they looked up at him with a mixture of fear and awe.

It wasn’t just those who were subdued.

The Jarchigod tribesmen, who had escaped danger thanks to Ilmok and his party, were also peeking out of Pao and looking at him with awe-filled expressions.

It was an expression exactly like that of the followers of the Cheonmasin Church.

Ilmok, who had now become accustomed to such gazes, spoke to the prisoners.

“I am the incarnation of Maitreya who came to earth to punish evil.”

Even though he called himself an outsider, no one could deny or ridicule his words, because of the divine power he had displayed in the battle just a moment ago.

“You attacked the innocent Jarchigod tribe and us because of your greed. Do you admit your guilt?”

“Please, save us.”

“What do you believe in that you will let me live?”

“I’ll do anything if you just let me live!”

“If we send them back alive, it’s obvious that they’ll come back looking for another opportunity to attack.”

“How could we dare to oppose Batar?”

At that moment, a young nomad man who had been quietly watching the conversation shouted urgently.

“If we all die like this, the women and children remaining in the village will be in danger. Please, at least spare them.”

“How absurd. Are you guys attacking the women and children of the Jarchigod tribe with such care?”

“No, I had no intention of touching women and children. I, I mean it. Please believe me.”

While Ohallak was interpreting the young nomad’s words.

The chief of the Jarchigod tribe opened his mouth cautiously.

“Incarnation of Maitreya, would you please give me a chance to say something?”

Whether it was because he had been saved twice or because of his divine status, the chieftain treated him with much more respect than before.

“Tell me.”

“Originally, when the outcome of a fight between tribes was decided, the defeated tribe was usually absorbed by the victorious tribe. At that time, it was customary not to touch women and children. This would be no different for them.”

“Are you saying that they would not have touched the women and children of the Jarchigod tribe?”

“That too, but that meant they weren’t made up entirely of warriors from the Mango tribe.”

The Zarchigod tribe was also defeated in a war with the Merkit tribe and was initially subject to them.

The only problem was that the disappearance of the Khagan’s body caused discord and led to another war.

The Jarchigod tribe also subjugated several tribes during their time of great power, so it was expected that they would not be much different.

Only then was Ichimoku able to grasp the general situation.

‘So, it was easier to surrender than expected?’

Usually, if they were grouped under the name of ‘tribe’, it meant that they were all related by blood.

No matter how much power difference there is, when one’s parents, siblings, or cousins ​​are murdered, most people would rather dream of revenge than surrender.

However, they surrendered without hesitation after their chieftain and other key warriors were killed.

“Hmm. Well, if you look at it that way, the women and children left in the tribe they were talking about could be considered hostages from their perspective.”

“… You could look at it that way.”

When warriors went into battle, it would be difficult to choose betrayal during battle if the women and children of the defeated and subjugated tribe were left behind in the village.

Because the family left behind in the village would be in danger.

That is, it was highly likely that among the survivors there were many warriors from other tribes that had originally been annexed by the Mangod tribe.

‘But it’s hard to believe that unconditionally. We won’t be here forever.’

After thinking for a moment, Ichimoku came up with a useful idea and asked the prisoners in a serious voice.

“Yes. Did you say you would do anything if they would let you live?”

* * *

Ilmok, who had planned the treatment of the prisoners, gave orders to Seo Jae-pil.

“Please treat the wounded.”

Following his instructions, while Seo Jae-pil and the council members were taking care of the prisoners, Ilmok called the women back again.

“There was a bit of a delay because of the raid.”

As he said that, he held out the inner lining of the spirit to them, and the women looked at each other for a moment.

“…I will follow Confucius’s will.”

Because Jin Ha-yeon made the decision first, the other women also followed Ilmok’s wishes without a word.

“If there is a crack in the inner layer, the energy will quickly disperse. As soon as you divide it into three parts, you should consume it and then go into the morning meal.”

At the warning, they nodded with serious expressions.

They sat cross-legged with a little space between them for safe intake of food, and when they seemed ready, Ichimoku quickly moved his hands.

Pot!

At the gesture of the one who raised the sword, the inner altar was split into three pieces at once, and at the same time, the three-part inner altar flew towards the women.

As if they hadn’t forgotten the warning from Ichimoku, they immediately stuffed the flying food into their mouths and went to eat breakfast.