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◈ Northern Emperor (6)
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A king’s life is complicated.
Even the seemingly tyrannical Northern Kings had things they absolutely had to protect.
The tasks of assessing the state of the people’s livelihood, checking supplies, keeping a close watch on other northern kings nearby, and coordinating among the monarchs under his command, all while increasing his own military power.
Because of this, they were kings of ten battles, apart from their wild temperaments.
A wilderness where monarchs obsessed with martial arts are constantly growing stronger and building up their power.
Now, Jeong Yeon-shin was in the palace as king.
It was originally taken by the North Sea Ice Palace led by the Great Flame Dragon, but has been returned.
Dali was another purple-colored river.
Swish.
Jeong Yeon-shin sat on a throne covered with a gray wolf skin and looked down.
“O king!”
Immediately after, a man shouted.
The first of those lined up in front of the throne.
He was a large man, seemingly carved from iron, holding a large axe in one hand.
It was none other than a double-edged axe made in the unique weapon style of the northern tribes.
Perhaps sensing Jeong Yeon-shin’s gaze toward the chilling axe blade, the man in the silk robe standing next to him opened his mouth.
―In the northern lands, you can wear the military flag in the palace, where the king resides. Anyone who forbids it will be considered as not having the skills of a northern king. I think it would be better if you don’t feel uncomfortable.
It was the sound of the northern gatekeeper.
His speech was more cautious than before. Even though he was known to have learned the Cheondan Gwanggap and Heulhwang Shipgyeol directly from Tusin.
As soon as the story spread that Jeong Yeon-shin had torn the Southern Emperor’s Won Yeong-shin’s armor to pieces, everyone became respectful, and the northern gatekeeper was no exception.
“State your business.”
The Yao tribe man immediately responded to the order of the silver-masked youth of the King of Yelü.
“Teach me martial arts!”
His speech was somewhat awkward. Perhaps it was because, unlike the super experts who were fluent in Korean, he was not a strong person in the military camp. Jeong Yeon-shin quietly asked him.
“Are you asking me to teach you something?”
“The God of War is gone, and you have come! I don’t know yet whether you are a king or a god, but if you are a god, you will teach me! The God of War has done so!”
The words of the double-edged axe-wielding man were loud and powerful throughout, and were more impressive than you would imagine in the southern martial arts world.
This must have been the result of the battle with Namje.
Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at the northern warriors lined up behind the man and then stood up from her seat.
In that moment, everyone in the audience, including the man of the tribe, all simultaneously retreated.
It was only a single step, but they were able to take a step back because they thought it would be difficult to defeat even the Ming Dynasty’s skilled soldiers one-on-one.
At the same time, the northern gatekeeper’s remonstrance rang out through the telegraph.
– I don’t think it’s something that would tear limbs apart… .
Jeongyeonshin was secretly curious about how the Northern Seeds viewed her personality, but she didn’t show it. Instead, she slowly opened her mouth.
“Is it all the same business? Is there anything else that is inconvenient in your life or that you can report to the king? No, before that.”
“… … .”
“Are you the ones who pay tribute?”
His quiet question caused the retrograde tolerance to be enveloped in an icy silence.
The Northern King’s declaration of war against the Southern Emperor was harsh, and immediately, a great sense of doubt filled the room.
“Tribute…? Offering and receiving….”
“What are you talking about?”
“Tribute, pay. Let us receive it in blood. It must be a precious tribute.”
“Is it a suicide note?”
Jeong Yeon-shin kept his mouth shut. On the other hand, the northern gatekeeper of Han descent who was next to him spoke cautiously.
“The people of this place are martial artists who also serve in the military. They are literally a type of martial arts army, so you could say they are already faithful to paying tribute. Of course, not all of them follow the orders of the Northern Kings… .”
“I will not bestow martial arts upon these people.”
It was a story told by the leader of the Shingeomdan who was about to embark on the Northern Expedition.
In that moment, the huge shoulders of the demons lined up in front of the throne sank slightly as if by an earthquake, and the northern gatekeeper raised the corners of his mouth with a look of astonishment.
“Of course I thought so. The New Heavenly Sword is not something to be taken lightly even here in the North. Rather, it is a land that strictly adheres to the rule of non-humans not being passed down. It is just that the Master was extremely strange.”
“Nasal congestion?”
Jeongyeonshin asks back. It means that you do not teach to those who are not human.
At least, these were not words that the northern powers who plundered even their own compatriots would say.
The northern gatekeeper shrugged his shoulders slightly.
“Here, the word ‘non-human’ means weak. A weak person is not human. Anyway, will you continue to take care of state affairs?”
“The Dragon King said he was coming. Let’s go check on the supplies.”
Jeong Yeon-shin spoke with a calm expression. At this moment, she was ignoring the northern martial artists who were filling the inner castle of the Yeokru Castle like decorations.
‘What are these?’
Originally, he had intended to draw inspiration for a new martial art from the bodies of the demons, but their strangely innocent appearance had long since dampened his desire.
at that time.
“Your Majesty! Welcome the visitor!”
The temporary gatekeeper, a warrior of the Yao tribe, shouted.
Jeongyeonshin ignored it.
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A chase was taking place between the transcendent beings in the realm of the supernatural.
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Two streaks of colorless light tangled in the desolate plain, fell with a loud noise, and collided again, repeating the cycle.
The lightning-like rush was followed by two lines of afterimages.
Kookookookookung!
Dust bursts out in all directions, blurring the horizon.
With each impact, vast swaths of land collapse with a loud noise.
The rapid dash and the powerful kick were repeated enough to make them light themselves, and the sand dunes near the dash path were all smashed and collapsed.
But strictly speaking, there was only one person who was involved in the mission.
Another one just roughly deflected the opponent’s sword strikes with his hand or trampled them as if he found the opponent annoying.
A body that has something to protect in its arms. It has never been released.
“you.”
A woman’s voice echoes softly amidst the afterimages of people running endlessly.
“Thanks to this book, I am still alive. Now I have come to my land. To a place filled with the energy I have been building up.”
It was a godsend.
The voice that answered immediately afterwards was also a woman’s, and she was also at a level where she could turn her internal energy breathing into conversation.
“It seems that you have enhanced your martial arts skills with special luck.”
He is a long-range swordsman who follows along while delaying the attack of the Shinto swordsman with persistent sword strikes.
Her voice was clear even in the noise.
“But what could be more dangerous than the Northern Demonic Clan’s taking possession of the vision of the Jongnam Sword? It could even control the gates of the world.”
Geumseonseon’s speech was polite, like that of an old woman, despite her youthful voice that sounded like she was in her prime.
The absolute master of the sword who lived in the same era as the previous Shingeomdanju Mayeonjeok.
Although he was actually old, he was able to temporarily revert to a young body only when he was involved in a fight.
“I’ll say it again. Give back what you stole and go.”
A shock wave bursts out densely immediately after.
Kwaaaa …
It swells up like a transparent tidal wave, swallowing up even the afterimage of the rush that followed behind.
At the same time, their running, which had been illuminated only by a beam of light, completely stopped.
The place where the dust finally settled.
Two women were revealed.
Each of them was called the king of the sword and the king of the dream body, and their hair, which seemed to be made of ebony and ash, fluttered in the cold wind.
Kwak!
The swordsman kneels, sticking a sword into the ground like a cane. Her black hair flows down like a waterfall.
Behind it.
Shinto stood with his back to her.
He seemed to have one hand in his bosom.
“I’m okay. That’s a relief.”
The voice of the Heavenly God descended upon the sandy floor, sending out a beautiful echo.
I checked to see if Jongnam Swordsman’s swordsmanship was intact.
Shinto’s attention was focused solely on that.
“… … .”
Under the sunlight pouring transparently from the suddenly opened sea of clouds, the body lines of the two peerless masters stand out darkly.
Boom, boom.
Blood flowed from the corner of the sword’s mouth. Drop by drop, it dyed the sandy floor dark red. The area gradually expanded.
Not only was the palm holding the sword torn, but even the inside of his body was covered in wounds.
The protective gear wrapped around the wrist with silk material is now nothing more than a few strands of thread. This is evidence that the point spear sword technique was not able to properly handle Shintu’s hand.
It was a defeat.
Originally, it was very rare for there to be a clear distinction between the best masters, but starting with the symbol of the troubled times, the number of masters rapidly increased.
After a while, Geumseonseon waited for death in the cold, pale wind. And then suddenly a face came to mind.
He had a sharp, thick jawline and his eyes sparkled with a dazzling light.
He liked such an inhumane swordsman. Because his deceased wife still existed in his heart, Geumseonseon was able to fulfill his duties as a long-suffering member of the Gupa clan.
It was a fortunate thing.
But still.
‘Once….’
See you again.
But soon, Geom-hu filled his mind with his disciples again. The previous Shin-geom-dan-ju was just a remnant of his youth.
On the other hand, for the disciples of the Jeomchangpa, it was another aspect of life and in itself the proudest achievement.
Sook-ah.
When her lips formed the name of her disciple.
“Yes, if you have a will, tell the wind. The North Wind is listening.”
The shadow of the new sword falls on Geom-hu like a silk veil.
Her face, which was said to be competing with the most beautiful person in the world along with the famous cult leader, was wearing a mask of distorted sunlight, but her gestures were soft and gentle enough to send goosebumps down the skin of the dying Geom-hu.
Sarak.
The king of the dream world bows his head and grabs the back of Geom-hu’s neck. The hair of the two people with contrasting colors is tangled up in a mess.
“I am the king.”
The whispers of the gods continued softly.
“Even if I execute you here, the fighting god will not be able to blame me.”
Repeated battles from Jongnam Mountain until reaching the northern land.
It was about an hour after it entered this land, causing all sorts of shock waves and violent aerodynamic waves.
If it were another Northern King’s territory, it would have been a time when someone would have come a long time ago, but Cheonggwangpyeong (淸光平) where they had set foot had long since become Shintu’s territory with the permission of the God of Fighting.
It is a place where it is easy to cross the Great Wall because it is a land bordering on the Yeokru Fortress and the Cheoncheon Fortress.
Crunch!
Blue veins appeared on the back of Shintu’s hand.
In order to break the self-defense spirit of a peerless master like Geom-hu, you will inevitably have to apply enormous force.
If it were to be used in sword fighting, it would be enough to split two or three short mountain peaks.
“You are not the King of the North.”
Shinto’s smooth lips moved slightly. The pure white sunlight was shining on her lips.
“All the dirt here is my land.”
“… … .”
The North is said to be a land where no vegetation grows. The hand of the swordsman still holds the sword, but her blade does not produce miracles like the sprouting of new shoots.
Unlike the farmer who was surrounded by green life, Kang Ho-in’s end was cold and dry.
Kwajik, kwajik―
The sound of the inner wall creaking filled the silent plain for a while.
“It is not your land.”
Suddenly, a young man’s voice resounded through the air.
bang!
It was literal. The momentum in his voice was terrifying.
An invisible pressure that crushes the listeners’ feet into a circle, even turning small stones into crumbs and dust.
It was a wild imitation of the whistle of the new sword master Yong Huimyeong. However, there was virtually no one who knew the truth.
“… … .”
Before he knew it, Geom-hu’s head, which had lost focus, slowly rose.
“Your territory?”
A slightly dazed voice leaked out from Shinto’s lips. She had never had anything taken from her. She had always taken everything, so it was Shinto.
“You seem to be ignorant of the world.”
The intruder’s voice continued from the point where their gaze was fixed like bars.
“This is a civil inspection.”
A young man wearing a silver mask and wearing an anonymous outfit walked through the sunlight that overlapped the horizon.
He said.
“This land is already mine, and I can come and go as I please. Whoever you are, you must not kill anyone here without my permission.”
It was a declaration of war against Shinto.
While Shinto and Geomhu were advancing north, the conquering king’s steps had already been made several times and were starting to heat up the northern lands like a furnace.
Two days ago, Cheonhabukdo promoted Yelul’s name to Pagun (破軍) among the Six Yuan Province Commanderies.