The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Chapter 483

Episode 483:

The Time When Dawn Begins.

The forest was thick with fog, so that the visibility was almost ten degrees.

Goeyu, a low-ranking Hong Tun soldier who was on a guard duty, rubbed his eyes eagerly at the strange sight.

A hazy shadow appeared among the rolling fog.

“It’s not the time for ear ghosts to appear.”

Goosebumps quickly ran down his spine.

Goeyu shook his head vigorously, denying the transcendent existence.

okay. It’s nonsense to say that you’re a ghost when the sun is rising.

then what is that? is it in vain

Tired from an all-night vigil?

I put the warning whistle in my mouth and rubbed my eyes again just in case.

“huh?”

It’s gone.

I turned my head and looked around, but I couldn’t see it.

“Whew... It seems that your body is weak. I need to get a good night’s sleep after my shift.”

Finally relieved and putting the whistle in his bosom, Goeyu laughed awkwardly and scratched his head.

It reappeared at that moment.

Ghosts... no shadows.

Goeyu, who was about to shake his hand at the shadow who was waving as if to say hello, stopped abruptly.

It was a man with a sword slung over his shoulder, with his tangled hair tied up carelessly and his clothes draped over his shoulder.

“What the hell... who?”

The moment Goeyu looked at him curiously, the man grinned and lowered his stance, bringing the sword that was hanging over his shoulder to his waist.

That... looks like it’s going to kick the sword?

Unsuitable situations were sometimes embarrassing.

Isn’t it rare?

The campsite at the eastern end of the left army, 300 li away from the main camp of the palace.

A person who shows up alone in a deserted forest where various tactics and obstacles are installed in preparation for an attack by an unknown enemy?

“Can you stand?”

Goeyu, who came to his senses with his eyes widening as large as a lantern, took out his whistle and brought his hand to his bosom.

But the man did not wait.

While shaking hands and greeting each other, it was worth giving the whistle time... but

the sword I wanted to draw had already stopped at the end of the parabola.

Hwaaak!

The world was split in half at the moment the blindingly cold sword light flashed.

I still... I haven’t even got my whistle out yet.

That was the last look of the world Goeyu saw.

Kood deuk kwaaaang!

Geomgwang cut not only Goeyu’s body, but everything that made up the forest.

The forest was shaken with a wild explosion, and the sleeping world awoke with a scream.

“Ah!”

“Enemies!”

“East!”

Beep!

The warriors of the Red Turbans, who were attacked unexpectedly, put in the sword that the man who split the world with one sword pulled out while making a fuss.

click.

soft rustle.

And from his mouth came a low voice suitable for the chill of dawn.

“Don’t look at the circumstances and screw it up.”

Few!

The flash battle that started from one appeared from all sides and pierced the fog and passed Jinmu at the same time.

It penetrated the campsite through the shattered defense line in a single blow, annihilating all life it encountered without hesitation.

The soldiers of the Red Turbans, who had just woken up, hurriedly tried to block it, but were unable to scream and collapsed at the enemy’s ignorant breakthrough power that appeared through the fog.

The man of the contract was Jinmu, and the enemies who intruded were the Iron Swordsman, led by Chun Woo-myeong.

It didn’t matter if it was a red gun or a nabal.

Yes, there must be some common people among you.

However, as long as they carry swords in war, they are nothing more than enemies who must die and kill each other.

Because there is nothing more painful than having someone of mine die while giving some kind of acknowledgment.

They were walking the path they had chosen.

It was just that the road was different from mine.

And in this case, it was better to attack the enemy more viciously.

Those who are weak will get scared and run away.

Not pursuing them was the least consideration Jinmu could give them.

“god.”

“Yes, Lord.”

“Find the enemy food and burn it!”

“Fire!”

“The food has been raided!”

In the distance, a huge flame rose with its tongue flicking.

It seemed that the Hwangshin had completed his mission.

And more and more enemies were gathering around the iron sword.

“Damn it... Think about it later.”

It is not good to accumulate enemies.

As the battle lengthened, no matter how much he dealt with the Red Turbans, he was bound to get tired.

Moreover, they were in an ambush situation.

As he had to keep running and hit and run fast, the consumption of stamina reached several times that of normal battles.

Jinmu quickly rolled his eyes to find the right spot.

make a retreat

I had to get to the safe side and reconsider my enemies.

“Woo Myung! Catch in the direction of the valley on the right!”

“yes!”

There was no other explanation needed on the battlefield.

After a long training, the body moved on its own at the promised word.

The secret that Jinmu shouted was to make a hole in the defense.

Following the command to make a retreat, the Iron Swordsmen immediately lifted the remote formation and at the same time hurled themselves to the right to form a new formation.

It was a circle thrust centered on those wounded in battle.

“let’s go!”

With Jinmu at the forefront, the iron sword team’s breakthrough power doubled in an instant.

“They run away! Stop it!”

Enemies who noticed the movement gathered in layers to prevent escape and built a shield.

Whoops!

After leaving Jinmu’s hand, Ilhui vomited his sword and was shot.

Wedge love!

spam.

After cutting off the head of the chieftain who led the enemy with his sword, Jinmu increased his speed and lifted himself up, then landed in front of the enemy camp like a cannonball.

Wow!

The defense’s fleet is blown away by the huge explosion caused by Jin-Gak Yong-Bo.

The black orb, which was condensed in an instant in Jinmu’s hand, shot out like a flashlight toward the defense wall.

Wow.

A hole in the defense line torn to shreds by the heavenly bridge of teeth tearing through the sky.

“Extinguish! Expand!”

Before the aftermath of the explosion had gone, Gakchul, who had received the command, jumped in and blew the enemy down.

“Seohyun Woo Myung supporters!”

The orderliness of acting at the same time as the order is given.

After drilling the hole, the more important thing was to build a support so that it would not collapse.

Chun Woo-myeong and Neung Seo-hyeon, who were in charge of dividing the left and right sides, blocked the enemies so that the secured escape route would not be narrowed.

“Iron Swords Retreat!”

In the meantime, the Iron Swords broke the formation and ran with all their might.

“Seohyun Woo Myung!”

With Jinmu’s cry, Chun Woo-myeong and Neung Seo-hyeon escaped the end of the closing runway.

“Follow me! Not to be missed!”

“...”

Enemies caught up with the tail of the fleeing iron sword.

When Hyeokryeonmu-gang, who is in charge of the lead, makes a hole in the enemy camp, the Iron Swordsman jumps in and ravages the enemy.

When Hyukryeonmu-gang, who has looked at the battlefield, gives an order, he rushes toward the escape route in perfect order without looking back.

It was a retreat strategy that the Iron Swords had been using with the Revolutionary Army for a long time.

And it was the Revolutionary War that always kept them last.

After the iron sword, Neung Seo-hyeon and Chun Woo-myeong passed, and Jinmu stood facing the enemy.

Whoops!

The moment when black energy rides Jinmu’s fist like a whirlwind and

wraps it in layers...

The fist pierced the ground and locked itself.

The condensed river shook the ground and the cracked ground exploded all at once.

Mukryonghonwongong Daeji Changpa.

Deed deed Kwaaang.

And at the end of the explosion, Jinmu growled lowly with his black shiny eyes.

“Come after me. I’ll tear it up so you can’t even find the body.”

“...” As

the threat of the vicious Mukryong flowing from the center of the Black Abyss spread throughout the battlefield, the pursuit stopped for an instant.

Instinctive fear that is clearly stabbed in the brain.

No one pursued him until Jinmu, who had been glaring at them, slowly turned and disappeared.

The swordsman’s martial arts, which trampled thousands of enemies, was also martial, but Jinmu’s eyes glaring at them were like a god of death who had descended into the present world...