Chapter 407

Episode 407

Bronze braziers placed throughout the Great Hall of the Demonic Cult are on fire.

As the swirling flames gradually revealed the statues of demons carved on the pillars supporting the ceiling, a gloomy feeling filled the interior.

At the end of the rows of pillars on the left and right, under the huge platform where the seat was placed, the elders of the Demonic Sect, who had been urgently summoned under the order, and the masters of the Six Houses, with a few missing, were lined up in two rows.

Geeying!

When the iron gong sounded, the historians threw open the huge iron gate with all their might.

That thump.

Light flooded in through the wide open door, erasing the flickering light from the brazier, and a man in a bloody robe waved in the center of the light, leading a group of people.

Everyone in Daejeon fell on the floor and bowed their heads as soon as he took a step.

“Ilwol Angbok Singyo Cheonsei Cheoncheonse.”

A man who was greeted with a coral hurrah that shook Daejeon walked along the road.

A man who destroyed the thousand-year history of the Demonic Cult and became the owner of a new era.

Jinmu, the first leader of Ilwol Shinkyo.

As he walked, the booming voices in Daejeon died down, and soon all he could hear were the sound of footsteps.

thump thump.

Wearing Ilhui on his shoulder as usual, Jinmu passed the center of the battle with irregular steps that were neither fast nor slow.

Was it because the cave was ringing?

Or was it because it was so quiet that even the sound of breathing had died down?

Whenever they heard Jinmu’s footsteps, a group of people kneeling down on the platform rolled their eyes in amazement.

When he reached a place, his steps stopped.

“...”

The elders looked at each other on their stomachs and began to stir.

It was because the place where Jinmu stopped was under the platform where the seat was placed.

Now that I have become a religious leader, I should sit on the pew on the podium and look down, so why not climb the stairs?

dump.

Seeing Jinmu slumped down on the first stairway, Mokdeung-yeo, the chieftain, asked cautiously.

“Why didn’t the teacher go up to the stage...?”

Mokdeungyeo asked with a puzzled expression on his face, and Jinmu lightly waved his hand.

“Can I sit in someone else’s seat when I’m in a situation where I’m borrowing it for a while?”

“...yes? what is that?”

what is what

No matter how outgoing I am, what I have to protect is this because I am a keeper.

“That’s the seat of Northern Lidocheon. It’s not my place.”

“...”

At Jinmu’s words, Mokdeung-yeo slightly frowned as if she couldn’t understand, and the heads of the six families and the elders became even more agitated.

What do you mean?

Those who did not know the contents of the conversation between Bukri Docheon and Jinmu were just curious.

“Cheonsan is a place where the history of the Demonic Cult permeates. It is not a place for the Protestantism I will create.”

“....”

“You, who are like relics of the old era, should spend the rest of the time with Bukri Docheon.”

I don’t understand.

Could it be that he intends to confine the Demonic Cult here in Cheonsan and establish a new religion somewhere else?

But nobody asked any more.

Jinmu is like that, but who dares to open their mouth?

In just a few days since the beginning of Jinmu’s reign, an unwritten rule has already emerged here.

If you ask him back, you have to be prepared to be beaten like a dog.

Or at least I might have to risk my life.

It was none other than Hwabulyu, the owner of the Black Skin family, who awakened it.

It is said that Hwabulyu, who had barely recovered from the wounds suffered when Jinmu started conquering Cheonsan, was beaten beyond recovery and lay down in the painter’s office.

The prevailing theory was that he might have died if he hadn’t acted quickly as a painter.

I heard that it was because he showed mercy to his alumni warriors who came to the Demonic Cult.

Of course, those who watched what happened at that time, including Buk-ri Do-pyeong, trembled just by thinking about it.

Jinmu is more vicious than the previous leader.

If you didn’t like Bukri Docheon, you killed him, but he didn’t beat you so viciously.

It was said that he had to move to the treatment room of Gyoju Buk-ri because of how badly he was beaten, and the bones of Hwabulyu were shattered to the point where there was no sound place, and the filthy urine and spilled blood soaked the yard and the smell was vibrating.

Didn’t Hwabulyu say that he had seizures while he was sick, asking for help?

The elders, who had lived as the heads of the Demonic Cult, never wanted to suffer such abuse in broad daylight.

That’s why you didn’t cover your ears and hold on even when you hear the echoes of the Taoist mantra of ‘salary law’ from time to time from the top of the mountain?

It was because he knew that it was the cursed sound of the vicious sands of Jinmu.

While everyone was silent in fear, Jinmu, who had been sitting on the stairs, pointed his finger at those who were kneeling in front of me.

“hey.”

The person Jinmu pointed to was none other than Gyeryocho, an alumni official who had visited the Demonic Cult, and his subordinates.

“Come here, the one who doesn’t have one.”

“...”

Without... This guy again.

But I already got it right.

I also heard that Hwabulyu, who was struck by a bird that passed out, is still in the medical room.

As soon as he was pointed out by Jinmu, Gyeryocho felt his body tremble and avoided his gaze.

It was because I was scared as if I would get tired just by looking into Jinmu’s eyes.

“No... what...?”

“I’m not going. Did your eardrums burst from being slapped so much?”

“It is the spirit of His Majesty the Emperor of Hua.”

“It sucks. You are the emperor, but not me?”

It’s just a guy who will be put under your feet someday.

“You are reckless.”

“....”

This bastard is really polite about pointing out and fucking.

“Anyway, I’m not going, so I know that.”

“This is nonsense. If I ignore the order, even if the emperor releases all of my alumni...”

Gyeryocho stops talking.

It was because Jinmu sneered, raising the corner of his mouth smoothly.

“What about classmates? What do you think you can do with me?”

“That’s it.”

“Come and see your chief, the admiral. Do I blink an eye? What can’t you do to get bored? right?”

“...”

That too.

Most of the information about Jinmu had already been obtained from alumni.

Of course, the political faction complied with their request, and I wondered if Sapa would also hold out, so I gave them a rough outline of information.

That alone was enough to know that Lee was equal to, or even more than, the feat of a general or an alumnus of an admiral.

So, didn’t the master himself, who is said to be the best in his alumni, come to Cheonsan directly with the elite?

But the result is who you are now. You cannot catch interest with the power of alumni.

I heard that Lee Ja was the head of Sapaecheon, second only to Jeongmu-maeng.

Even if Lee Ja declared a fight, all of them would rise up, but now he has become the head of the Demonic Cult, hasn’t he?

That’s why I even received an edict, but this bastard treats the emperor like a dog in the neighborhood...

“Hmm, but I don’t care about classmates, but Geumgun is a bit like that, right?”

“...”

When Jinmu, who was busy laughing, made a worried expression as if he had suddenly remembered, Gyeryocho let out a sigh of relief.

I’m so glad Even that bastard knows how to worry about his back.

yes that is correct

It would be impossible with the power of the alumni, but what if the emperor, angry at the disobedience of his order, moves the gold army?

No matter how strong a master is, there is no way that he will not be troubled.

If things went wrong, Moorim itself could be swept away by millions of gold.

“Umm, how do I do it?”

Jinmu’s murmur made Gyeryocho’s face gradually turn red.

It was a little bit right, but it doesn’t matter.

In any case, the mission to bring him to the ecliptic could be completed.

“Damn it, I can’t help it.”

“Then, together now...”

Gyeryocho is about to put a ray of hope on Jinmu, who seems to have made up his mind about something...

“The elder!”

“yes?”

“Do you have a prison cell? It’s so stern that you’ll never get out.”

“...There is a place called Gujung Prison in the basement of Cheonsan Mountain.”

“That’s it.”

At Mokdeungyeo’s words, Jinmu nodded.

huh? what’s going on

why jail?

“First, tell Sakwolcheon. Erase all traces of them.”

“...”

Why erase the traces?

At Jinmu’s words, the anxiety in Gyeryocho’s heart grew thicker and thicker.

Jinmu looked at him and smiled as if he knew everything.

very brutally

“The emperor’s messengers are equal, but I can’t kill them, so if I send them back like this, the emperor will bother me like this, right?”

“....”

“So you guys should disappear from the world.”

“...!”

The sage’s pupils grew wider and wider.

“I will give you my life. If you close your eyes and rot for decades, something will be forgotten, right?”

“...”

What is the difference between dying and rotting for decades in a prison no one knows about?

It would have been less painful to die here.

“What a dog...”

Bakagak!

Sensing that swearing would come out, Neung Seohyun quickly slapped Gyeryocho on the back of the head.

That was it.

Gyeryocho was isolated from the world by that path.

Unfortunately....

I had to meet Jinmu.