Murim Login Chapter 929

Login Murim Episode 929

That night was unusually dark and long.

To the soldiers on both sides who constantly tangled with each other, holding blazing candles and sharp weapons.

To the people who were trembling in fear and waiting for this sudden uproar to end.

Cha cha cha chang!

OMG!

The battle that day was not limited to just the imperial palace.

The cool friction sound and screams of blades meeting each other filled the entire Hwangdo Province for several hours, and many people who heard the sound recalled memories of the not-so-long past.

Just ten years ago, the coup d’état of the Four Princes completely changed the course of the country and its history.

And in this extreme chaos, there were some who were gripped by greater anger and fear than anyone else.

“These bastards who won’t feel any relief even if you chew them to death…!”

“Okay, it’s over. “It’s clear that you have been discovered by the Jinwiwi!”

Inside an abandoned shrine full of dust and cobwebs, dozens of people faced each other across a table with the dim shadows of a lantern flickering.

An old man, who was listening to the shouts of people of all different ages and attire, suddenly opened his mouth.

“It’s a commotion.”

The moment when a soft but powerful voice rang out. The people’s eyes fell silent at the same time, as if they had made a promise, and then turned to the old man.

Skin full of fine wrinkles and a small body, as if proving that he had lived for a long time.

However, the aged eyes were clear and deep, and although there were signs of weariness here and there, the clothes and attitude that were not at all disheveled showed what kind of life the old man had lived.

“Don’t go crazy.” “The path to take has already been decided.” The old man tipped his lukewarm teacup. He seemed not to care at all about the tail of the torch getting closer and closer outside the window and the huge shouts. “I don’t know what kind of trouble is going on out there, but it’s actually good. “Now that the chaos has occurred, it is time for us to step forward.”

The time has come.

Some people’s eyes lit up when they heard the old man’s short words, while others trembled, unable to suppress their fear. Rebuttal (反正).

The reason they gathered here today is to save just one person.

“Now… I have to put everything back to its original place.”

The old man’s eyes sparkled. It’s so powerful that you can’t believe it’s nine years old. And more upright than anyone else. “Let us drive out those cruel and ruthless traitors who deviated from morality and destroyed natural principles from the palace, and use the power of the people to establish His Majesty the King of Sangsan.”

An invisible turbulence swept through the inside of the shrine like a wave.

Even though I came here with my own determination and will, I forgot about it for a moment due to the rising anger and fear.

What is the meaning of the cause they are trying to promote?

‘With the power of the people. We establish a monarch for the people.’

They suddenly looked at each other. Age, status, and gender are different.

But now we were comrades in the same boat.

The reason they came together, each living their own lives in their own places, was to steer the great ship of a great nation in the right direction.

It was because the words said by an unknown person just a few days ago ignited a fuse hidden deep in my heart.

“The once blue sky is fading, and dark clouds are coming in.”

The young Confucian student opened his mouth as if fascinated by the song that suddenly flowed from between someone’s lips.

“The wind and rain that will soon blow will engulf the world.”

“But do not tremble, people. “Do not be afraid.”

An old worker with tanned skin muttered in a hoarse voice. He was once a general leading an army, and in his hand was an ax with a black edge.

“There is the highest mountain in the world.” “There is a stream there that never runs dry.”

“There are desirable fruits and roaming animals.”

“There is also a house to protect against wind and waves and a forest to provide firewood.”

It could no longer be called anyone’s voice.

They lifted up their heavy bodies, chanting the tunes that had been floating around the capital for the past few days.

“It is able to bear all the people and still remain.” Jerk. Sigh.

The old shrine groans as people file out of the old shrine.

However, the melody of the song that continued to resonate became more powerful and louder.

“So, people. Don’t tremble. “Do not be afraid.”

The steps of the old man in front of him, wearing a white coat, touched the wet soil.

And every time his small figure walked along the rough mountain path, the shadows that were crouching beyond the darkness rose up and followed him.

From tens to hundreds.

From hundreds to thousands.

In their hands, which had already been reborn as an army, they held scythes, rusty red spear knives, and axes.

Jerk. Jerk.

A faint ray of light coming from the east, and feet and steps moving towards the tail of a lamp climbing towards the mountain like a living dragon.

At the same time, the song that came out from between their lips became an earnest wish and a huge resonance.

“Go to Shangsan (上LU), go to Shangsan, thousands of pairs of deeply sunken eyes shine in the darkness.

“Even if strong rain and wind engulf Jungwon Oak (中原as), they will not dare reach Sangsan Mountain.”

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The low mountain trembled. The identity of those torches that are getting closer all the time is probably a punitive force sent by the emperor who noticed the rebellion.

however······.

“The owner of Sangsan is the one who receives heaven’s care!”

They raised their voices even louder.

Regardless of their status, the veins in their necks rise and they struggle to suppress the fear that is welling up in their hearts even at this very moment.

One day, a few days ago, when it was no different from usual, an unknown Juklip man powerfully cried out the one word that had been in their hearts.

“I am a descendant of the dragon who controls rain and lightning, and I am the vessel of a righteous and virtuous monarch!” And that moment when their huge shouts echoed everywhere. Shin.

With a gust of wind that felt particularly sharp, a man who suddenly appeared through the dusky early morning fog opened his mouth.

“The melody of the song is quite nice to listen to.”

!”

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Golden armor that cannot be hidden even with dried blood here and there.

Because it meant only one thing.

“Golden Council…!”

At those three words that someone uttered like a moan, slightly trembling eyes looked at the torches waving hundreds of lights below.

This is the moment when doubt turns into certainty. It’s definitely true.

They are the Jinui Committee sent by the emperor to suppress rebellion.

And maybe King Sangsan is already… “You bastards! “Aren’t you afraid of the sky?”

It was a time when some of the anti-government forces, consumed by anger, were attacking the man who was clearly the leader of the royal family.

The old man who had been leading the anti-government forces with his old body suddenly opened his mouth.

“Whose blood is on that armor?”

The rebels, who seemed ready to rush in at any moment, stopped moving, and the man’s calm voice was heard.

“It belongs to traitors who jeopardized the Jongmyo Sajik (宗廟社樓)”

“Then who are the traitors you are talking about?”

“To a small extent, they are Dongchangjang Tae-gam (東廢掌印太 監) Wei Chung and the group in collusion with him, and to a large extent, they are external enemies called Amcheon (暗天).”

“······Amcheon. “It’s a dark stream.”

The old man thought quietly. The name was by no means unfamiliar to him as he had been dyeing the rivers with blood in recent years.

Along with that, the voice of the man wearing blood-stained golden armor. “Was it you?”

A word with no meaning.

However, unlike the rebels who were confused by this incomprehensible conversation, the man in charge of Geum was aware of the meaning contained in that short word.

“exactly.”

“Then what you said and did on that street that day was

“It was all done according to His Majesty’s will.”

“ah.”

The old man sighed, and some of the rebels who belatedly realized the man’s identity cried out loud.

“no way•… “

“Yes, that’s right. “It was that voice.”

They still remembered it vividly.

A voice that could be heard clearly even in a crowd of hundreds of people.

A Jukripsa who suddenly disappeared after throwing a large rock into their hearts.

My.

“Nobu is said to be an aunt who served the emperor as a Taesa (大師) in the past. “What is your name?”

To the old man’s question, a man wearing a golden helmet instead of bamboo ribs answered.

With courtesy and respect for Noshin, who was framed and kicked out of office several decades ago while constantly giving advice to stay away from eunuchs.

“Jeongho-gun, the Cheonho of the Geumuiwiwi. “I have come to deliver His Majesty’s orders.”

A powerful voice penetrated the early morning air and reached everyone’s ears.

“I was unable to achieve peace because of my incompetence, and I had to lose His Majesty the Emperor and the elders of the imperial family due to my disloyalty. However, he was never disloyal. Now that we are finally trying to put things right, you must raise the banner of Emperor Taizhou and eradicate the traitors with those who follow you.”

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The air stopped. An invisible shock swept over the rebels like a huge wave.

The emperor’s main symbol.

Everyone knew what it meant.

The flag held in the hand of Jeong Ho-gun, who slowly approached, and the name written next to the dragon embroidered with gold thread, washed away even the slightest doubt.

“iced coffee.”

Amid the exclamations coming from all directions, the old man held his breath. He suppressed the tears welling up around his wrinkled eyes.

And the next moment, he knelt down and received the Emperor’s flag with trembling hands.

“I accept your command, the solemn command of the Emperor.”

With the dawn becoming clearer from the far west, the shouts of thousands of troops joining the Jinguiwi woke up early in the morning.

He roused the frightened people and the loyalists who had already given up their will, and attacked the traitors who were continuing an unfinished bloody struggle throughout the imperial capital.

Tens of thousands. No, it becomes a wave of hundreds of thousands of people.

“Waaah!”

“Your Majesty the King of Sangsan, live forever!”

“Long live, Your Majesty the Emperor!”

“Wow!”

“Retreat, retreat!”

A new wall painted with countless screams and blood.

When the unusually dark and long night ended and the light dawned, no more battles took place.

However, it was filled with only the shouts and overflowing joy of those pursuing the rebels who had lost their will to fight and were scattering everywhere.

day. Two days.

And when three days had passed in the blink of an eye, one person opened his eyes.