The Return of Apocalypses Tyrant - Chapter 73

Episode 73

[I’m going to destroy everyone else’s household goods.]

Namgung slowly turned his head at the husky voice.

“Are you here?”

[Are you here? What kind of safety is this bastard talking about? I want to die… Kek!!!]

[Noisy.]

Hyun-ryu shouted as he looked at Nam-gung, who was standing at the entrance of Tongtian Tower. But Muhwi grabbed him by the back of his neck and threw him back.

[Have I started the conversation yet? Did you think it was your place to intervene?]

[…I’m sorry.]

Hyun-ryu, who had flown several meters, barely got up from the floor and answered. It was only once, but his neck was covered in red marks when he was caught by Mu-hwi’s hand.

‘…If it had been us and not Hyun-ryu, the first rank, he would have probably broken his neck.’

‘You’re still merciless.’

The other yakshas behind him instinctively glanced at their necks.

‘But really… are you planning on using your father’s sword against that human being?’

‘No matter how great it is, we’ve only just finished the second door.’

‘Even if you use all kinds of tricks, be it runes or anything else… the quality is so different.’

Everyone thought so.

[…!!!]

Until I saw Gyu-ryu in disarray.

Both eyes were black and bruised, and the tip of the nose was crooked, as if broken.

That wasn’t all. Not only his limbs but also his entire body seemed to be healthy.

[Are you okay? Why are you saying that to me? Giggling.]

[Are you saying that to me after looking at your face? Everyone is dying.]

[They are all dying. Hey, look at this.]

Gyu-

ryu pounded his chest.

Then, the muted scales covering his entire body bounced and rang, as if hitting metal.

[It’s a fighting technique. Have you heard? [It is a technique that boasts the highest defense power among the yaksha techniques.]

When he grinned, empty spaces appeared here and there as if his teeth were broken.

[This is the technique of Mahuran, who rose to the position of leader with absolute flawless defense. Now this body has inherited it.]

[You are saying something funny. Do you think that your current appearance fits the term ‘absolute perfection’? [For someone who rose to the second rank to have such a low level of understanding of techniques… Tsk.]

Hyunryu sneered at Gyuryu’s words.

But instead, Gyu Ryu smiled strangely at his attitude.

[Do you think so? You would know. Among the yakshas with a hierarchy that can compete for the position of leader, there is no one who learned the art faster than me.]

[….]

[The reason you received the first rank is because of your mother’s lineage, but because you are better than me. No.]

[What? This bastard…]

Hyunryu glared at him and gritted his teeth.

[then? What is that like? What if it’s not because you lack qualities? Even though you can learn the toughness?]

[What is it long?

]

It was then.

A loud roar followed by dust mixed with hot, white steam hit them.

[My contractor is, to put it simply, a crazy person.]

[…!!!]

Even though they were several meters away, the yakshas hurriedly covered their faces from the rushing heat of the steam.

[No way…]

Hyun-ryu knew that the steam was generated when Mu-hwi’s chest chariot was activated.

[Did your father really use weapons against humans?]

[Giggles… giggles.]

Looking at Hyunryu’s surprised expression, Gyuryu laughed as if he was going to die of fun.

[Oh go go…]

He looked at the two people in the smoke, clutching his chin in pain from laughing.

[The elders in the Presbyterian Church will be shocked. Because they always shouted that the infinite technique was the strongest.]

[But? Are you trying to sound impure?]

[I mean, impure. You have to say it right away. We know the truth, but we are just ignoring it.]

Gyu-ryu said.

[The infinite magic technique has already been broken once.]

Ssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…?

Everyone was shocked as the dust created by the heat of the chest car was carried away by the wind and washed away;

[What is that?]

[That doesn’t make sense… You blocked your father’s chest car?]

[Just a human…]

Listening to their voices, Gyu-ryu shrugged his shoulders as if he was actually happy.

[No way…]

[Yes. It’s what you think. It is a power that cannot be obtained by those who are complacent.]

Hyunryu looked at Namgung with a pale face.

[Anonymous art…]

* * *

[…Trance?]

Muhwi could not hide his surprise as he saw Namgung blocking his fist.

[Could it be an unknown art that has disappeared?]

“Yes. “I got it right.”

[It’s crazy… It’s impossible for a human to master the technique that so many leaders have tried to find. How on earth did you learn that?]

“How did you learn it? “I learned it because the secret book was in that tower.”

[Heh… heh heh.]

Muhwi laughed as if he was dumbfounded by Namgung’s attitude of talking casually.

“The only yaksha who has defeated Muryang. Nameless left his techniques inside the station. That’s kind of a message. “A technique that has already been broken is not perfect.”

Moohwi

’s expression hardened at Namgung’s words.

“Only those who acknowledge and deny it can learn the art of ignorance.”

[It’s ironic. It’s a human being, not us, who has awakened his hidden meaning.]

Suddenly,

Muhwi took his stance.

He pulled his hand back and a large barrel popped out from the top of the gauntlet, like a shell casing.

Sigh…! Crash-!!

There were eight such cylinders attached to the rim of the gauntlet, and one cylinder from the rim was loaded into the protruding empty space.

Balgyeongjutsu (發勁術), which explodes a special bullet contained in a barrel with a burst of energy, creating an instantaneous leap in attack power.

That was Muhwi’s chest car.

‘There are 8 to go.’

Namgung looked at the empty container on the floor and thought.

Although it had the strongest destructive power among all Yasha leaders, it was limited by the need for bullets.

‘Well… I’m not confident that I can beat that monster just because I don’t have a chest car.’

He looked at Muhwi with a nervous expression.

[That’s fun. It wasn’t enough to find an unknown magic technique that I had only heard about through hearsay, so I learned it… The old people in the Presbyterian Church must be shocked.]

Tung-!! Thump thump-!!

Muhwi said as he slapped both gauntlets together.

[Don’t worry. I’ll balance the power. Roughly… I will deal with you with about 1/1,000,000 of my strength.]

He raised the corners of his mouth and gestured toward Namgung, as if asking him to come in.

It’s like playing with a child.

Creepy –

But unlike Mu-hwi, who seemed relaxed, Namgung grabbed the sword without realizing it just by raising his hand.

“…A monster is a monster.”

Namgung had no choice but to admit it.

Muhwi’s attitude may seem like a joke, but his words probably aren’t.

Indeed, he would have lowered his abilities to his level. Nevertheless, the feeling of intimidation felt was innate, beyond simply ability.

“Whew…”

As he tightened his grip on the sword, a black current began to appear on the penitent’s blade.

[…Increasing the sword’s spirit through necromancy? Is something like that possible?]

[I told you. My contractor is crazy. He’s different from the greedy guy you chose.]

[Tell me honestly. Did you really find it? Author?]

[Huh? Well… it’s similar?]

In response to Hyunryu’s question, Gyūryu swallowed his dry saliva and answered while looking at the distant mountain.

[good. That’s how it should be. Let’s take a look at his real skills.]

Muhwi looked at Namgung with interest.

As if time had stopped for just a moment, even the air in the space between them became heavy.

[Hmm.]

Everyone is in a tense situation.

However, Muhwi let out a low exclamation as if he was bored.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

At the same time, his huge body shot out like a cannonball with a loud noise.

[The reason we came all this way wasn’t just to see each other’s faces, right? Isn’t that right?]

Buuuung-!!

Namgung hastily dodged the incoming fist.

pop! Pow! Fuuuuuu!!

Although he clearly dodged the attack, Namgung’s head was snapped to the side along with a loud explosion.

“…Cough!!”

Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Ugh!!”

Namgung spat out a handful of blood and wiped the blood from around his mouth with the back of his hand.

Hua Ah … !!

Black smoke rose from where he was standing.

[Shallow.]

Just as he was about to draw his sword through the smoke created by necromantic magic, Muhwi turned his upper body as if he had been waiting and suddenly threw a punch towards the rear.

[Yaksha smells well.]

Pugh!!!!

Black smoke billowed out from his gauntlets along with a loud noise like a cannon firing.

Kang-!!

With a cheerful sound, the chest car radiated heat and empty bullets flew out.

[…!!]

But at that moment, Muhwi’s face hardened.

Tadat…!!

When the smoke dispersed, what was touching his fist was As, holding a sword with Namgung’s blood on it.

[Cruck… Crack….]

Since he was a spirit, he wouldn’t die, but most of his upper body was blown away by Mu-hwi’s blow, and he disappeared while letting out a painful groan.

Puuk –

At that moment, Muhwi looked down with a stinging pain. The【Baekcheonganggeom】protruded out through his abdomen.

Cheeeeeek…!!

When the heat flowing inside the body and the cold air of the sword met, pure white steam came out.

“Whoop…!!”

Namgung stepped on the handle of the sword embedded in Mu-hwi’s side, jumped up, and grabbed the [Penitent’s Sword] floating in the air.

Hua Ah … !!

At that moment, soul soldiers came out behind him.

Kang! Kang!! Kagaga River!!!

The spirit soldiers all swung their swords at Muhwi. Dozens of sword strikes noisily struck Muhwi’s gauntlets.

[It is indeed Yor’s necromancy. The second door is over, so I can’t believe I can fight like this. One….]

Buuuuung–!!!

Muhwi swung his fist and attacked the charging soul soldiers.

[Do you think we can do this with spirits who haven’t even gone through sublimation yet?]

Whoops!!

With a dull sound, one of the soul soldiers was broken into dust and scattered.

puck! Wow!!

Every time he swung his fist, the soul soldiers exploded in an instant.

Truly crushing death.

Among the current monsters, there was none that could destroy the soul soldiers strengthened thanks to As with a single blow.

[What do you think?]

Mu-hwi said, looking at the powder of soul soldiers scattering in the air.

“In a way… it’s a waste of energy.”

Cheolkdeok –

At that moment, the powder of the broken soul soldiers clumped and stuck to Muhwi’s gauntlets.

[…?!]

Muhwi repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fist. But his chest car did not respond at all.

Fuuk –

At that moment, Muhwi turned his head.

[What did you say when you were alone with me?]

Mu-hwi asked as he looked at Namgung, who was standing on his shoulder and pushing the sword between his collarbone and neck.

“What… I said I would save you.”

Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…

Namgung responded by pushing the sword in with all his strength.

[aha?]