Chapter 478

Episode 478

The nervous response looked around with open eyes.

behind the battlefield.

Realizing that he was fleeing, he lost morale in an instant and began to be pushed back, even though his subordinates outnumbered the enemy several times.

It didn’t matter if they died or not.

Because they didn’t care if they were abandoned anyway.

But he was different.

He was chosen by the Daegungju and was the bloodline of the sky that succeeded Hong Geon.

Eungjo, who rolled his eyes and quickly grasped the situation, chose Neungseohyun.

His combative disposition was the most brutal, but his martial arts were inferior to those of the two.

Guessing, Seonggang has just formed a river. Because he has not achieved good grades, he is similar to or inferior to himself.

Opponents who are similar or beatable in one-on-one.

If you make a surprise attack, you can get away with enough.

They offer the response party as a sacrifice to Shaman Ji-geom and Cheon Woo-myeong to delay the chase and intensively attack Neungseo-hyeon to secure an escape route.

It was the moment when I was about to issue an order to move to action as soon as I finished my judgment.

“You bastard can’t pretend he doesn’t know because he rolls his eyes so hard.”

“...!”

Jinmu took a step forward.

“Don’t stop!”

At the command of the responders, the responders threw their bodies all at once.

Suga Gagak!

The stiffly upright fingers of the response team flew with the momentum to tear Jinmu’s body into a thousand and ten thousand pieces.

It became. like this...!

Eungjo turned around with a happy face and pointed his finger at Neungseohyun.

Kwaaaak.

However, before you can even reach out your hand, your hair is pulled back.

With the pain of peeling off the skin on his head, Ningjo’s head was bent backwards, eyes shining like obsidian and white fangs were visible.

“Is this your first time seeing Lee Hyeong-hwan?”

“Lee Hyung-hyeong...”

Lee Hyeong-hwan-wi (移形換位), a legend of footwork who moves his body without lifting his knees or feet.

do as much as you fuck like this

How many things are you going to show me?!

Ngjo cursed inwardly in despair.

What the eungjodae tore was an afterimage of Jinmu, and the reality was already standing by the eungjo.

“It’s just like that. Let’s hit you hard.”

“...!”

Surprised by the eerie smile, Eungjo waved his hands with all his might.

Hey profit!

Was it because it was a moment of despair?

Jinmu hurriedly tilted his head at the finger of Eungjo, who was swung at a speed that transcended the limit.

“....”

A few strands of Jinmu’s front hair flew through the air.

“This bastard! Do you think I’ll be beaten by the likes of you!”

Jinmu, who was staring blankly at Eungjo, frowned.

This bastard... bothers me.

Still, there is at least one, right?

“Seohyun Woo Myung!”

“Yes, Lord.”

“Clean up the rest. This guy needs to talk to me for a while.”

“All right.”

At the same time as the spirit fell, Cheon Woo-myeong and Neung Seo-hyeon jumped at the enemies fighting the Iron Swords.

“hey!”

“...”

“What’s your name?”

“It is the fragrance of eungjo eungjo.”

“Your answer is quick. But is there any other name for Woldo’s no-hyang or Eungjo’s no-hyang?”

“what?”

“Your real name is your real name. But he cut off my precious bangs, so you should know his name.”

“...I’ve never had a name like that.”

Jinmu took a stance and stared at the wary Eungjo, then smiled.

“Ah... yes what. Then you’re just a nameless bastard.”

“...what?”

“Hey, stupid.”

“Hey, do you have a job?”

What is this baby?

The difference in skills is already clear.

Eungjo’s eyes were bloodshot at Jinmu’s snarky tone, where he scratched his insides, even though there was no need to provoke him.

“Anyway, your specialty is fishing, right?”

“....”

“Because I’m the type of person who acts on a whim sometimes? So, I only give you three chances. If you touch even a single hair in it like before... well, let’s think about it.”

“what?”

Jinmu proudly stuck Ilhui into the ground and slowly withdrew his hands and put his hands behind his back.

“Come on, do your best and try your best.”

“Yes, you bastard...”

Eungjo’s eyes trembled violently at Jinmu’s kindness.

Pew pew pew!

Eungjo’s body collapsed to the floor as the gust of wind hit his body.

And Jinmu, who took his eyes off Eungjo, looked at the battlefield.

fierce battle.

The Iron Swordsmen, led by Neung Seo-hyeon and Chun Woo-myeong, fight like demons, and the Red Turban soldiers who lose their will to fight and are in a hurry to defend themselves.

Since all of them risked their lives with a single sword, what would be the problem if they were all butchered?

They were enemies and only aggressors who crossed the midfield.

However, most of them were brainwashed and raised for someone else’s purpose, not revenge for the past.

“Sheesh.”

Jinmu, who suddenly remembered the prince’s request, grumbled in an annoyed voice.

“... Damn you son of a bitch.”

The worry was short-lived.

Jinmu pulled out the Ilhui that had been stuck in the ground, put it on his shoulder, and took a deep breath.

“Iron Sword! Back off!”

The Mukryong’s powerful voice reverberated across the battlefield.

The battle has stopped.

The Iron Swords retreated, widening the distance, and the soldiers of the Red Turbans united with each other, alert with frightened eyes.

Jinmu broke through the iron swords and stepped out in front of them, throwing out the dragging anger.

The soldiers of the Red Turbans widened their eyes and murmured at the sight of the response, lying on the ground and unable to move.

Among the many things that came to their eyes, one thing they had in common was fear.

“Listen, everyone! I’m a shameless swordsman!”

“...”

The murmur grew louder as Jinmu revealed his identity.

“Eungjo, who led you guys, and the warriors under him were defeated, and the fight is over.”

“....”

“I will show tolerance to those who want to throw away the sword and abolish martial arts and return to the people.”

At Jinmu’s words, those wearing red towels looked at each other and looked at each other.

“But if you want to keep fighting...”

Shuuk!

Along with Jinmu’s cold eyes, Ilhui revealed his pure white sword body and rose to the surface as if he were about to be shot at any moment.

“Shut up! tolerance? consideration? How can I trust you...”

Shuaak! spam.

Ilhui

flew through the air following Jinmu’s outstretched hand without hesitation.

So, why are you cutting people off?

It didn’t matter if he was trying to double check that he was really forgiving or that he was never going to surrender.

“There are no second chances.”

“....”

There was no time to stock up any more.

Those who had the power to slaughter them were staring at them from all sides, and Ilhui was glancing with a sharp blade as if aiming for the next target above them.

Clack... clap....

The shadow of defeat spread in an instant, starting with someone powerlessly dropping a knife and sitting down.

Nearly a thousand people still survived, but none of the Red Turbans stood still.

A fight between two thousand and three hundred.

The first war is over.

“Woomyung!”

“yes.”

“Abolish their martial arts and send them to the south.”

“yes?”

“Do as I say. Although they are enemies, most of them, except for the leadership, must have been deceived by the Grand Palace. Once martial arts are abolished, they are no different from refugees.”

“...”

Chun Woo-myeong sighed for a while and nodded.

Forbearance in front of the enemy. It was something I could never have imagined if it had been the former Heavenly Lord.

But what does it matter?

To him, Jinmu’s words were the truth and a command to follow.

“All right. Take the iron sword immediately!”

Chun Woo-myeong shouted at the iron swords with a booming voice.

“Are you okay, my lord?”

“what?”

“Even if they surrender to the midfield... the eyes won’t be good. I will definitely be persecuted...”

“It’s not a problem for me to worry about.”

“yes?”

“They have to take responsibility in their own way. Even if you’ve been brainwashed, that doesn’t mean you’re innocent. The generosity I have given ends here. The life after that is theirs to take care of.”

“....”

Neung Seo-hyeon nodded and stepped back at the cool but correct words.

“Hwangsin!”

“yes.”

“How many flew away?”

“... so about five of them flew in different directions.”

“good.”

A telegram that was confirmed by Hwangshin during the battle.

Some of them went to the lord of the great palace, and some of them asked for help from those close to them.

I didn’t ask to stop it.

It would be nice if the lord of the great palace stepped forward, but it doesn’t matter if the other guys do.

The raid ends here.

From now on, he intended to give death kindly to those who pursued him.