Chapter 67

Pyongyang.

The symbol of North Korean power, the city considered its very heart.

The gates of Pyongyang had just opened.

“Graaaah—”

The corpses’ movements quickened.

They had caught the scent of blood wafting from all directions.

Their eyes gleamed wildly as they began to scramble madly in every direction.

When Ghost Summoning Skill begins, the specters move awkwardly as they adapt to their physical forms, but once adapted, they rapidly surpass the limits of ordinary humans.

That was why Ghost Summoning Skill was so terrifying.

Wiiiiing—

Sirens blared throughout Pyongyang.

And countless troops began to pour out.

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Boom! Boom!

Machine guns spat fire and grenades exploded at the rampaging corpses.

Splatter!

“Graaaaaah!”

The corpses’ bodies tore and their putrid blood splattered, but conventional weapons were useless against them. Instead, they grew even more enraged, moving with a frenzied, almost rabid agility.

“Kuaaak!”

Whoosh—

“Uwaaaaaah!”

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

One corpse, having sprung from the ground, shrieked madly as it pounced on a North Korean soldier who was pulling the trigger of a machine gun.

“Kkuaaaak!”

Crunch!

And in an instant, the North Korean soldier’s body was torn to shreds.

Red blood gushed, and the corpses’ heads snapped towards it.

Blood.

The sight of fresh, hot blood flowing drove the corpses into a frenzy.

“Fire! Mow them down!”

“Uwaaaah!”

Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu!

Thump-thump-thump!

It wasn’t just machine guns; anti-aircraft cannons spat fire, but the corpses endured the fearsome assault with their bodies, gnashing their teeth as they clung on.

Crunch.

A North Korean soldier, caught in a corpse’s grip, trembled uncontrollably, his face contorted in terror.

“P-please, spare me!”

From the corpse’s eyes, which had met his, a crimson killing intent erupted.

The warm aura of a living being had completely consumed its mind.

Thud—

The corpse extended a hand like an iron clamp and gripped the North Korean soldier’s neck tightly.

Then, it pulled with all its might.

“Kkuaaaak!”

The North Korean soldier screamed a horrific cry, his eyes rolling back.

Snap!

In an instant, his head and torso were separated.

Crunch! Slurp, slurp!

The corpse picked up the North Korean soldier’s dripping head and began to gnaw on it.

That horrific spectacle was enough to strike terror into the soldiers of the Pyongyang Defense Command.

It wasn’t just one.

Over a hundred corpses, even after being riddled with bullets, charged madly and tore them to pieces.

Then, they calmly chewed on flesh and licked up blood right before their eyes.

If anyone could remain calm after witnessing such a sight, they would have to be mentally disturbed.

“Get out there!”

Someone pushed roughly past the North Korean soldiers, who were retreating under the weight of their fear, and charged forward.

The North Korean soldiers saw them: they were members of the Red Star Military Guard Unit.

Hunters who had grown powerful by massacring their own people, a unit directly under Kim Jong-un.

Ordinarily, they were infamous figures, branded as ‘murderous devils’ and ‘bloodthirsty fiends,’ but at this moment, to the North Korean soldiers, they appeared as saviors.

Slice—

The Red Star Military Guard Unit members charged directly at the corpses, swinging their weapons.

“Kaaargh!”

Corpses struck by swords were severed, and those hit by clubs were pulverized and fell.

The Chakra Force imbued in their weapons was too much for the corpses, causing them to burst apart.

“Well, well, unwelcome guests have arrived.”

Kang Yuseong muttered softly from behind.

Kim Do-jin glanced at him, then shook his head.

Though he spoke such words, Kang Yuseong’s face clearly showed an expression of barely contained delight.

Kang Yuseong looked at Kim Do-jin and playfully slapped his shoulder.

“I’m going. Oh, and one more thing.”

He gave Kim Do-jin a smile.

“Feel free to blow me up too, just wipe them all out.”

“Hmph… always with the bravado.”

At that, Kang Yuseong grinned, pushed off the ground, and charged forward.

Kim Do-jin watched his retreating back, his expression hardening.

“I really don’t like this. Hmph.”

Kwoooosh!

But at that moment, a massive aura began to surge from his entire body.

“Still, I wouldn’t want to see you die in front of me…”

Whoosh!

A colossal aura of flame!

This was Kim Do-jin, the Conductor of Flame.

Kim Do-jin, who had been gazing forward with eyes rippling with fire, silently raised a hand.

Click—

And for a moment, it hung in the air.

Then, his finger slowly moved.

“Flame.”

His lips parted softly.

“Bomb—Super Dust Explosion.”

Fwoooosh—

At that instant, hazy dust gathered like a tidal wave directly in front of him, filling the surroundings.

Snap!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

As Kim Do-jin snapped his fingers, a massive explosion erupted across the entire area.

“Kuaaak!”

“Kkuaak!”

The North Korean soldiers were all caught in the Super Dust Explosion, their bodies torn to pieces, and countless Red Star Military Guard Unit Hunters were also engulfed by the blast, flung backward.

Whoosh—

But at that moment, a single shadow shot forth, piercing through the flames and hazy dust.

Roar—

The sword in the man’s hand howled madly, as if possessed by a bloodthirsty ghost.

Flash—

The man, who had risen into the air, plunged down like a meteor.

His target was precisely where the Red Star Military Guard Unit Hunters were densely gathered.

Boom! Boom!

The energy concentrated in his sword violently exploded, engulfing the Hunters.

“Kuh-euk!”

Chakra, Critical Strike!

Kang Yuseong had used a modified version of it.

Swoosh!

While the Hunters were disoriented by the explosion, a silver gleam flashed.

“Keok!”

Horrific scenes followed: chests were slashed open, and heads were lopped off.

Those caught by Kang Yuseong’s sword died instantly from a single strike, given no chance to retaliate.

“G-get that bastard!”

The commander, watching from behind, shrieked.

He had immediately recognized him as the one leading this counterattack.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At his words, five high-ranking officers, considered the core of the Red Star Military Guard Unit, lunged at Kang Yuseong as if flying.

Crash!

A burly, rugged-faced man brought down an iron hammer, but Kang Yuseong subtly dodged, deflecting the attack.

At that moment, Kang Yuseong noticed an extremely sharp and fierce energy stabbing in from the side, and he blocked it with his sword.

Clang!

Sparks flew as the sword that had lunged at Kang Yuseong was repelled into the air. Watching the officer’s expression twist, Kang Yuseong instantly conjured a fireball and hurled it at him.

Boom—

The officer, hit directly by the fireball while completely defenseless, let out a single scream as he was sent flying and slammed into the ground.

The other officers’ faces also twisted into expressions of disbelief at the sight.

A Chakra User, using magic?!

Kang Yuseong smirked, lunged at another, and thrust his sword.

However, these officers were also highly trained; they didn’t fall to his thrust but instead parried his sword, attempting a counterattack.

But at that instant, his nape was pulled down by a powerful force.

‘Gah!’

Simultaneously, the officer’s eyes widened.

This, surging towards his face, was—!

Thwack!

“Keok!”

A powerful knee strike had exploded, enough to violently shake his brain.

Close-quarters combat was Kang Yuseong’s favorite kind of fight.

Because he didn’t know this, the officer was incapacitated and knocked unconscious with a single blow.

“You damn bastard!”

One officer shouted, extending an iron fist.

His hand was encased in a sturdy iron gauntlet, suggesting a considerable amount of damage if one were to be hit.

As he evaded that punch, a fierce gust of wind surged up from below.

Without even looking, Kang Yuseong realized it was the man’s kick and subtly shifted his foot.

Tap-tap—

A very clean evasion.

Even as he did, Kang Yuseong’s eyes remained fixed on the officer.

“You son of a bitch!”

The officer cursed as his attacks missed twice, then charged again.

Whoosh—

A massive fist flew towards Kang Yuseong.

Instantly, a grim smile played on Kang Yuseong’s lips.

Thud!

The officer’s punch landed squarely on Kang Yuseong.

No, looking closely, Kang Yuseong had blocked it with one arm, and sturdy steel armor had protruded from his forearm.

“Gurgle!”

But the officer’s expression was strange.

His face had turned completely ashen, and dark, fresh blood flowed from his mouth.

Kang Yuseong’s fist, having pierced his ribs, was now embedded deep in his chest—it was unclear when it had struck.

“Fist for a fist. Not bad.”

Chakra, Iron Fist.

When that fearsome skill met Kang Yuseong’s Chakra Force, it transformed into a deadly technique boasting even more vicious damage.

Thud!

In an instant, three of the five officers had fallen.

The remaining two glared at Kang Yuseong, their faces contorted.

It had happened too quickly for them to even react.

Whoosh—

At that moment, a gust of wind swept around them.

And then, an immense impact engulfed them.

Boom!

Bang!

“Keok!”

“Ugh!”

Kang Yuseong, having moved between them using Chakra, Wind Flow, had unleashed punches on the two officers.

One had his solar plexus completely shattered, the other’s jaw utterly destroyed.

The one hit in the solar plexus likely had his heart burst, and the one hit in the jaw probably had his brain turned to mush.

Thud! Thud!

As if to prove it, the sound of the two men, who had been trembling in place, collapsing was heard.

“Graaaaaah!”

The corpses rushed in, tearing apart the officers’ bodies and gnawing on them.

Whoosh!

Boom! Boom!

And then, dozens of fireballs rained down, tearing through the sky.

Pyongyang.

Its sky was ablaze with red.

Thud—

Kang Yuseong, who had been holding one of the officer’s collars, tossed him aside.

His entire body was stained crimson with blood, making him resemble a demonic fiend.

He looked at the countless soldiers and Hunters arrayed before him.

This was the heart of Pyongyang.

Somehow, he had made it this far.

And then, he was stopped.

In reality, it was difficult for Kim Do-jin and Kang Yuseong alone to take over Pyongyang.

Thump, thump.

Kim Do-jin also came and stood beside Kang Yuseong.

“What will you do?”

There were still many enemies.

Naturally, because Kim Jong-un, whom they revered as their Supreme Leader, was behind them.

Kim Do-jin’s eyes were stained red.

As if flames burned within them.

“Hmm… what should I do?”

Kang Yuseong replied softly.

Having come this far, was this enough?

Was this sufficient retribution for their assassination attempt?

At that moment, Kang Yuseong let out a snicker.

No, it wasn’t enough.

Such things had nothing to do with him now.

Right now, Kang Yuseong simply desperately needed something to cool this hot blood boiling within him.

Blood.

The blood of countless villains—that was what he needed.

“Hey.”

A grim twist appeared on his lips.

“Hand over Kim Jong-un.”

Kim Do-jin’s eyes widened, and the North Korean soldiers’ expressions contorted.

A declaration of war.

It was nothing less than that.