Murim Login Chapter 981

Login Murim Episode 981

Jin Moo-gyeong didn’t even know how much time had passed.

However, after the whole story was over and the silence continued for a long time, there was only one thing Jin Moo-gyeong could say.

“I’m tired.”

So Jin Moo-gyeong was left alone.

He stood up with his sore body on the verge of breaking, leaned his upper body on the bed and stared blankly out the window.

As I watched the back of my younger brother leaving the palace with his attendant under the glare spreading from the east in the distance, I thought again of the voice I had heard a moment ago.

‘Five thousand.’

It’s only two letters.

It was ridiculously short and felt unrealistic to contain the weight of thousands of lives.

But it was definitely reality.

‘About 3,000 people died, and everyone else suffered major and minor injuries. ‘There are many who are crippled.’

It is said that of the 15,000 Shanxi people who gathered at the Palcheon Gorge that day, one-third were killed or wounded.

Although many of them were government soldiers of the Shanxi Province, who were relatively inactive, Jin Mu-gyeong knew that they were also one of ‘us’ living and taking root in this land.

‘······Great Victory.’

‘Yes, it is a great victory. ‘It will go down in history.’

Although there were over 5,000 casualties, a large army numbering well over 30,000 people was annihilated in one night.

It is no exaggeration to say that they rewrote a chapter in the history of a great nation, as they achieved a tremendous victory against an external enemy that was overwhelming both in number and power.

However, despite talking about the great victory, no one seemed happy.

Those who take what belongs to others rejoice in victory, but those who fight to protect it grieve over what they lost in the process of victory.

The weight of corpses and blood left behind by those who have left this world must be borne by those who survive.

‘Hebei Paengga lost more than half of its power. King Byeokryeokdo (爲露刀王）Peng Daehyeop still hasn’t regained his consciousness.’

Even as time passed, the Great Tiger of the Peng family, who ruled Hebei, was unable to wake up from severe injuries.

The betrayal of the Bukcheon Demon Army, who he thought was his friend, was something no one could have expected, and his martial prowess in launching a sudden surprise attack was by no means below that of the King of Byeokryeok.

‘Even after defeating Jamuka and the Northern Heavenly Demon Army, the situation did not go easily.

‘If we had not subdued the nomads, we would have had to make much greater sacrifices.’

Even though a considerable amount of time had passed since joining the battlefield, the military power of the Ji Mo Yong family was relatively intact until the end was reached.

Had Jamuka been alive to see that scene, he would have realized the truth, albeit belatedly, and trembled.

Just as he used Temur to use the tribesmen of the eastern steppe as a fodder for his arrows, the Northern Heavenly Demon Army also had Jamuka minimize the sacrifices of the Moyong family.

The law of the fittest is the law that applies everywhere.

‘That’s how the final battle began.’

Mo Yongsega, who sensed the end, struggled with all his might.

He took the Jamryeokdan (潛刀團), which he had not taken out even when his troops were dying in various places, and made a retreat with the nomads of the western plains who did not give up even after Jamuka’s death was known.

That number is five thousand.

Despite their high morale, the Shanxi people and the Hebei Peng family were already exhausted from the long battle, and the thousands of enemies, who had gained strength beyond their limit, scattered in all directions, tore through the fragile siege net and fled to avoid the three transcendental masters. No, I tried to run away.

Until I heard a shout that shook the whole world, beyond the dusky light of dawn breaking through the darkness of the deep night.

Three branches of military power appeared beneath flags that should not appear here.

Until you face the force.

‘We didn’t expect that either. ‘It arrived much faster than I expected.’

It is said that instead of the chrysanthemums of Chongyang Festival, which had lost their scent due to being soaked in blood, the scent of plum blossoms from Huashan (華Jj) filled the mountainside.

A group of as many as one hundred peak masters charged at the head, waving the flag of the Murim Alliance and swept away the enemies, and new guests came to the narrow canyon where calm had been found after a terrible battle.

The world called them this as they rode like a gale, seated on horseback, wearing dazzling golden armor.

Geumwiwi (錦衣衛).

‘That was the end.’

A thick blood fog crossed the canyon and enveloped the wide basin.

With the dawn of dawn, reinforcements poured in from all directions and swept away the enemies, Gungseong and Hwawang dominated the battlefield, and Jin Tae-gyeong was the leader of the Moyong family who resisted until the end. He plunged the spear blade into Mo Yong Wei Jin’s chest.

That was the end of the battle that day and the war.

Decorating the beginning and end of the Chongyang Festival. Leaving behind the joy of a great victory and an even heavier and greater sadness.

Three full days passed by, and the younger brother, who had finally regained consciousness and told the whole story to Jin Mu-gyeong, was walking away outside the window.

Before leaving, I left behind an old book.

‘He asked me to tell you. To you, no, to my brother.’

Thinking back to his brother’s last words as he left the door, Jin Moo-gyeong blinked as if he had just woken up from sleep.

“······ah.”

A single suppressed moan.

In the vision that was slowly becoming hazy, Jin Tae-kyung’s back was no longer visible.

Only the four letters written on the outside of the book on his lap were clearly visible in his eyes.

Surah Destruction Fist (修羅減奉).

It was the last trace left by a certain Noh Kang-ho in this world, and the legacy of the asceticism he left to the sword spirit of Taewonjinga.

Another victim who fought back to back three days ago, but did not survive in the end.

‘Iron Great Gorge.’

Jin Moo-gyeong thought of Hangsanho Cheolmubaek.

He risked his life to buy himself a moment of time as he fought against a powerful enemy called Demon Bird.

The last image of him smiling, showing his blood-soaked teeth, and the voice that came up to him as he was leaving the Hangsan checkpoint one day two years ago and joked with him.

‘I heard you are so fascinated by martial arts?’

‘yes?’

‘So, I’m interested in Sowol.

‘Is there any?’

‘No, suddenly what do you mean…

‘It’s literally true. I don’t have much, so I can’t give you the gold and silver treasures, but as long as the two of us get together, I’m willing to even be at the level of the realm of destruction… ‘Uncle Iron!’

‘Uh huh. My ears are falling. Now that you’ve become the lord of the house, are you already trying to act like a master?’

It was strange.

I thought it was just a passing relationship, but I remember his laughter particularly clearly.

This heavy tingling that weighs on a corner of my heart.

‘Yes, that was it.’

It was only then that Jin Moo-gyeong realized the identity of these emotions that were engulfing him. sadness. anger. and······.

Blame yourself for what you have already lost.

‘If only it were strong. ‘If only I had been a little stronger that day.’

I was able to protect it. More people could be saved.

But I couldn’t.

Even though I tried with all my might, I couldn’t reach it even though I swung my sword ceaselessly in the pitch-black darkness, where each day felt like ten years.

‘If it were you instead of me, no, if it were you, everything would have been different.’

After meeting Cheongpung, I felt a wall for the first time.

The sight of Jin Tae-kyung continuing to develop at an incredible speed ignited the longing in my heart that had faded away.

From the day he first caught a sword, he was called a genius, but it was only after seeing the two men’s true colors that he realized it.

If he was given talents from heaven, then they were brought from heaven.

‘What should I do to reach you? Won’t it be taken away anymore?’

A whirlwind of indescribable emotions.

It was the moment when Jin Moo-gyeong looked out the window where his younger brother’s back had disappeared with empty eyes.

Tuk.

A subtle noise was heard through the tightly closed door.

And then a familiar voice penetrates my ears.

“Hey, Mujin. Do you by any chance remember that time?”

When Mu-gyeong Jin opened her eyes wide at the voice of her younger brother, whom she thought had left, a sharp answer that felt awkward rang out.

“hmm. “Uh, when are you talking about?”

“Why are you there? “Let’s form a scouting team when the cold is at its peak.”

“ah. iced coffee. yes. “I remember.”

“Uh, back then I saw a lot of things I really shouldn’t have seen. It’s just… At some point, I started feeling so pathetic and angry with myself. Why can’t I just do this? “Why do these people whose faces we have become accustomed to over and over again have to die?”

“But do you know what pisses me off the most?”

Beyond the invisible door, Jin Tae-kyung leaned back and continued talking to himself.

“f*ck this, no matter how hard I try, I can’t get used to it. “Nothing changes.” At that moment, Jin Mu-gyeong’s eyes trembled.

Forgetting even the pain, he clenched his fists with all his might and closed his eyes tightly, while voices continued to flow into his ears.

“It was always the same. I thought that if I became stronger than I am now, I would be able to prevent bad things. I thought that if I used my sword and pulled out all my strength, nothing like that would happen…

A soft sigh drifted through the crack in the door.

“no. They said no. In the end, I felt dirty every time. “It was my greed.”

More, more, more.

The stronger you become, the more your desire for something grows. Hopes become grander, and responsibility swells to the point of bursting.

Jin Moo-kyung recalled himself as a boy.

I thought about whether that boy who just loved swords and wielded them endlessly had the same sense of responsibility as he does now.

A time when all I had was talent and I didn’t even think about family revival.

And then I heard a voice that continued to penetrate my ears clearly.

“But I know. But if you beat them all, it’s the end here.”

Jin Tae-kyung no longer waited for an answer. The same was true for Hyuk Moo-jin, who continued to argue awkwardly like acting.

The voice continued as if it was meant to be heard by someone else.

“You just have to try. I just have to do the best I can right now. If you despair and give up because nothing can change, then the real hell begins. “I realized later that by doing this much, I lost less money.”

”······!”

“So, you just have to do what you’re doing. “As it has been and will continue to be.”

The voice filled with bitterness gradually fades away. At one point, in the brief silence, a fierce blast suddenly broke out. Huh, just right!

”evil! “Why are you hitting me?”

“Answer me, you bastard. When people talk to you, you have to chime in appropriately. “It must be awkward for no reason.”

“No, are you really like this? “You’re not even talking to me anyway… Eup, eup!”

Jin Moo-gyeong smiled faintly as he heard the choking sound and the friction of something being dragged.

And then, with a voice so clear that he could squeeze through the crack in the door, he saw off the uninvited guests as they left the hall.

“thanks. sincerely.”

As if he had heard his voice, the footsteps that had stopped for a moment quickly disappeared.