Chapter 937

Episode 937. It’s not over yet

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“Did you hear any news about Musketeer Nanjing?”

“Nanjing is under the jurisdiction of the Southern League...”

Gongsun Ilang Gong Son Ki blurted out his words.

Although Hocheonmaeng is the head of the world, he could not have a branch in Namjikryeseong.

It will remain unchanged in the future.

As soon as the Namjikrye Castle branch is established, the fight between the Hocheon League and the Nam League will begin again.

For that reason, I didn’t know anything about the situation in Nanjing.

“Shouldn’t we have a talk with the South?”

Gongsun Qi reflexively looked at the lord.

I was surprised to find out that the person who had been told not to run into the Nam-maeng until lunch today suddenly talked about the conversation.

Then the Mugeuk merchant said as if to make an excuse.

“I did this because I thought I should find out how many remnants of famous churches remain in Nanjing.”

The same is true of Gongsun-ki, who is surprised by the unexpected provocations of the remnants of famous churches.

If Yumyeonggyo was to launch a full-fledged counterattack, cooperation with the Southern League was essential.

“The Southern League headquarters probably haven’t crossed the river yet. Shall we arrange a seat for now?”

“Yes please. Before crossing the river, I need to get information from Nanjing.”

“All right.”

Gongson-gi looked around the town and ran to the place where the musketeers were.

After a while, a group of warriors left the camp with the loud sound of horses hooves.

***

Nanjing.

The street in front of Chwibomun Gate.

late night.

Yu-gwang, a new archetype, quickly passed through a dark street without a single light.

‘I have to go into a guesthouse, but I can’t because I’m anxious.’

It was good until he conveyed the words of the leader to the Celestial Sword Emperor of Jaeungak in the afternoon.

After that, it took too long to go home and dispose of the property.

The problem was that I was not prepared at all because it was a life far from escaping at night.

It was already the end of Sulsi (9:00 p.m.) when he handed over the mansion to a familiar battlefield and finished the simple preparations for the garden.

If you happen to be unlucky enough to meet a highwayman, you will lose all your property and even your life.

As he was about to leave Nanjing overnight, he decided to spend the night at an inn on the outskirts.

It was an inn with the lights off, but as soon as I knocked on the door, the owner came out.

The owner of the inn escorted him to an empty room and left with a proud yawn.

Left alone, Yoo-gwang finally let out a sigh of relief.

I don’t even know how time has passed since I met the Celestial Sword Emperor.

Soon after, he undid the backpack he was wearing and put it by his head and turned around. He hesitated.

When he came in, someone stood in front of him.

“Master?”

Surprised, Yu-gwang collapsed on the spot.

The Eighthwangsinmo, who looked down at him with mixed eyes, said.

“My loyal servant, Gwang-ah Yoo. There is one more thing you must do for me. Will you do it?”

“yes!”

Yoo-gwang thought that his job was to convey the famous religious leader’s command.

“Raise your head.”

When Yu-gwang raised his head, the Eighthwangsinmo put a ‘front wheel extinction club’ on his forehead.

In an instant, Yu-Gwang’s body stiffened.

The talisman attached to the forehead and the stiff body are perfect for being strong.

The red light pouring out of the amulet connected the body of the Eighthwangsinmo and Yu-gwang.

Shortly thereafter, black smoke gushed out from the body of the Eighthwangsinmo.

The black smoke that came out of the body of the Eighthwangsinmo rode the red light and entered the body of Yu-gwang.

The stiff, hardened glaze fluttered like a person drowning in a pot of boiling oil.

The alter ego is bound by the state law and cannot even separate itself from the side of the Eighthwangsinmo.

But that is only up to the present age.

As long as you return to the true body of the fourth heaven, you will do what you couldn’t do in the ‘upper world’ and ‘this world’.

With the ‘authority of the sky’ in my hand, I will never again be swayed by the creator god.

If the creator god gets in the way, he will kill the creator god.

At that moment, the Pagunseong (破軍星) floating in the night sky emitted a red light as if it were about to explode.

***

Many things happened in Hengshan and Nanjing the night before Yeon Jehehe crossed the Yangtze River.

The most notable thing is the alliance between Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng, which used to be like dogfighters.

The fight between Hocheonmaeng and Sadaegiju in Hoengsan was a shock to the Nammaeng.

Nammaeng, who expected the famous bridge to collapse due to the closure of the new party, focused their attention on the counterattack of the remnants.

Nammaeng, who lacked mastery compared to Hocheonmaeng, did not refuse Hocheonmaeng’s hand in the end.

That night, all of a sudden – even as far as Nanjing – a coalition was formed.

Another thing happened secretly and not known to the outside world.

Eighthwangsinmo, a famous cult leader, wrote ‘The Front Wheel of the Eighthwangs’ to four of the Eight Emperors in Nanjing.

The Eight Emperors died in the agony of soul destruction.

However, the karma of the Eighthwangsinmo did not disappear even after writing four chapters of ‘The Front Wheel Destruction Department’.

Before dawn, Eighthwangsinmo went back to Muyeongjeon’s quarters.

The Eighthwangsinmo, who was sitting in the thick darkness, took out a clear stream and waved it.

“Om nannen kaya nevata de hum.”

When she called on the spirit of the clear stream, who became a yeommae with the six mantras, a cool energy came rushing in.

-mother. did you call

“It looks like I was tricked by the golden master again. It was said that karma could be extinguished with the ‘front-wheel annihilation department’... but only the people I cared for died. Now the only person I can trust is you.”

-How can I help you?

“When the day dawns, Geumsa will make another offer that I find hard to refuse. It will make me suffer again. Please do not fall for the false propaganda of the Golden Temple.”

-Recite the Divine Spirit more earnestly.

“Have you not memorized countless times? And yet I cut off my limbs myself.”

-Let me help you. Hold on to me and recite the sacrilegious libation with all your strength.

“Can you help me?”

-Until now, my mother did it on her own, but she succumbed to the temptation of the gold thread. Let me help.

“You mean to rely on you?”

-yes. that’s right. Two are better than one. If you don’t want to fall for the Golden Temple, you have to fight with the Sacred Spirit.

“...”

Eighthwangsinmo looked at the clear stream with a devastated face.

Following Yoo Gwang, he killed his disciples, the Eight Emperors, with his own hands.

The quick-witted Baekduma soldiers hid right away, and there was no one to discuss further.

A bluish light flowed from the clear stream and wrapped around the Eighthwang Goddess.

-mother. Hold on to me and do your best to recite the sacrilegious libation. Then you will no longer fall for the lies of the golden thread.

“Blue God. I’m tired now My soul is mortgaged to the king of flames, and my karma cannot be erased. When the day dawns, it will end with an immortal dream...”

-It’s not over yet.

Eighthwangsinmo laughed at the consolation of the clear stream god.

I will die by the sword of the divine person who asks me to marry.

And, like the other 12 horsemen and 100 horse soldiers, they will be taken away by the king of flames.

“There is no way to escape the enemy’s sword. He will surely kill me.”

– There must be a way for the gold digger like the ‘Front Wheel Annihilation Division’. Geumsa’s nickname is ‘one who prepares’. So don’t give up, mother either.

“Geumsa’s nickname is ‘the one who prepares’?”

– Your mother. So, recite the Divine Sacrifice of Salvation with me. You should listen to the last story of the Golden Temple.

Vitality began to rise again in the eyes of the Eighthwangsinmo, who had been fading.

If Jinsa really was that kind of person, there would have been something prepared even in the end.

“Yeah, that’s what happened anyway. I must face fate with you.”

Eighthwangsinmo held onto the clear stream with both hands and began to recite the Divine Sacrifice.

Her heart and mind gathered in the clear stream.

As time went by, she became desperate—like a god of clear water who used to breathe underwater by relying on a small tube.