Murim Login – Chapter 709 – Web Novel Translations

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Whoosh!

Jin Taekyung’s figure, shooting forward at full speed, wavered.

Limbs that had always felt light as cotton now hung heavy, trembling with pain. Each step—each toe that touched the ground—felt incomparably heavier than before.

The true backlash of One Annihilation.

If it hadn’t been for Beast Miao King’s help, it was obvious he wouldn’t even be able to stand right now.

Even if he had forced himself upright through sheer will, he would have died to the destructive power the Southern Demon Empress had unleashed.

But… he survived.

To save Jin Taekyung—the one who lacked strength the most—Beast Miao King and the Guardian Spirit had thrown themselves in front, risking death. And now the Hundred Heavens Corps, inheriting that will, were throwing away their lives this very moment.

Toward the deep darkness.

Toward the evil spirit they couldn’t hope to defeat.

Thud!

With a single strike, the evil spirit’s blood-soaked hand crushed bone and flesh and punched through a chest.

An unknown life faded just like that, and someone else immediately filled the space left behind.

‘Why?’

Jin Taekyung didn’t know them.

They didn’t know him.

And yet they were all willingly throwing away their lives—filling the gaps left by dying comrades, rushing into a death they couldn’t prevent with their own strength.

And the sight overlapped with someone forcing a smile in a dark cave.

‘Go first, Taekyung.’

He had survived because he ran.

And he had regretted surviving countless times.

If Jin Taekyung could go back, he would say only this:

“I’m not going. Never.”

Hundred Heavens Corps Lord Wang Ho turned his head at the voice that squeezed out between Jin Taekyung’s clenched teeth.

Soaked in blood of unknown origin, Wang Ho spotted the rapidly approaching figure and his eyes widened.

Jin Taekyung must not stay here.

This was the precious time their lord—Beast Miao King—and the warriors of the Hundred Heavens Corps, including Wang Ho himself, had bought with their lives.

Jin Taekyung’s only mission was to survive, no matter what.

And yet he was walking back into danger on his own feet.

“What is the meaning of this…!”

Wang Ho cried out and tried desperately to block Jin Taekyung as he reached him—

When a hand clamped down on Wang Ho’s shoulder like an iron nail.

At the same time, a low voice stabbed into his ear.

“Let’s live together.”

“……”

“Goddamn it. Let’s live together!”

In that instant, Wang Ho froze.

He didn’t understand.

He couldn’t speak—at Jin Taekyung’s cry to live, not die, and at eyes that burned like fire and yet glistened wet.

How could he stop a young man who ran toward death without leaving him behind?

And in that moment, he realized.

Why Beast Miao King—who had to lead tens of thousands of tribesmen—had made that choice.

‘Was it because of this? Because of this very sight? Was that why you wanted to protect him more than your own life?’

If Jin Taekyung had returned just to die with them, it would have been nothing more than reckless courage.

But he came back to fight together.

To save even one more person.

So everyone could survive.

Tzzzz.

Sword Energy that looked ready to sputter out flared again.

Wang Ho straightened the sword wrapped in blue energy and surged forward.

Then he shouted to the subordinates who now numbered less than half.

“Kill that evil spirit!”

It was a small difference in words, but it changed everything.

Block her.

Or kill her.

Until now, the Southern Demon Empress had been an existence they could not kill. No—everyone had accepted death as inevitable.

But now it was different.

From this moment on, it was a fight to kill the Southern Demon Empress.

A fight for them to live.

And at the center of that change stood one young man who had forced them to see it.

“Southern Demon Empress!”

With a roar full of rage, a faint flame burst from Jin Taekyung’s feet.

Bang!

With a small explosion, the already dented ground caved in, spiderwebbing outward.

The recoil launched him even faster.

And at the end of his charge stood the evil spirit, stained in blood and darkness.

Swish! Thwaaaaack!

Someone’s torso was split in two by a Hand Blade wrapped in murky darkness.

Beyond the blood spraying in every direction, the Southern Demon Empress saw Jin Taekyung rushing at her—tearing through space—

And smiled.

‘You foolish child. Your recklessness has become my last chance.’

Until a moment ago, she had been furious.

The Primordial Qi she’d forced out by burning her own life was being consumed second by second, and the Hundred Heavens Corps—throwing themselves at her without fear—were dying while shaving away her remaining strength.

But now she could smile.

The most important prey had come on its own.

“Now, all you small fry… get lost.”

Kwaaaaa!

Murky Palm Energy swept outward, blasting away the warriors in her path. Blood-spewing bodies flew in every direction.

Beyond the cleared space, a sonic boom erupted.

Whoosh! Bang!

The Southern Demon Empress deflected a single iron spear that flashed in like a beam of light—bare-handed—and brought her Hand Blade down.

Shuhwaaaack!

Space split. Blade-like wind raged.

But Jin Taekyung was nowhere in front of her.

‘Above!’

Realization struck.

Her figure blurred.

A transparent blade fell from the air and cut through her afterimage—

Swish!

No.

It wasn’t only an afterimage.

A drop of blood rolled down her forehead, and the Southern Demon Empress’s expression hardened.

‘Fast.’

In some ways, it was natural.

A martial artist who reached the pinnacle could be called superhuman.

But what made them superhuman wasn’t technique alone—it was powerful Internal Energy layered on top, maximizing a body honed through endless training.

‘But how…?’

Jin Taekyung had clearly burned through most of his Internal Energy.

And yet he moved with speed and power like this.

Shh shh shh!

The spear tip trembled.

Dozens of Spear Shadows multiplied, pouring down over the Southern Demon Empress’s entire body.

Speed. Power.

Both far beyond expectation.

But the Southern Demon Empress did not retreat.

“How dare you, you…!”

Her voice boiled.

With her only hand she struck out, isolating space.

One Palm—soaked in the blood of countless warriors—washed over the Spear Shadows in front of her.

Swaaaa!

No matter how many lies you show the eye, the truth is always one.

The dozens of Spear Shadows were swept away and vanished.

The Southern Demon Empress’s hand, wrapped in murky darkness, clamped down on the transparent blade.

Swish!

Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron—said to be harder and sharper than anything in the world—tore through Force Energy and split her skin.

Pain stabbed up her arm.

But the Southern Demon Empress smiled.

‘I caught it.’

In that moment—

Swaaaaa!

Her energy surged through the blade and swept into Jin Taekyung’s insides.

Poong.

His body swayed.

The internal damage that had briefly calmed under Beast Miao King’s help churned violently again.

But Jin Taekyung swallowed the blood rising into his throat and tightened his grip on the spear shaft.

Crack!

White Flame’s blade—caught in the Southern Demon Empress’s hand—twisted and drove forward even deeper.

Her eyes widened at the sudden agony, at the instant shredding of her palm.

“You…!”

But she couldn’t finish.

A sharp sonic boom tore through the air.

Swoosh!

A sword cut through the wind.

Its owner, wrapped in blue Sword Energy, was none other than Hundred Heavens Corps Lord Wang Ho.

Swish!

The Southern Demon Empress twisted her body too late.

Her Aura of Protection—already weakened beyond comparison—couldn’t stop the Sword Energy.

Pain tore across her side.

She kicked.

Whoosh, kwajik!

A foot swung like a whip and crashed into Wang Ho’s abdomen.

He flew like a cannonball, thrown dozens of feet away.

Kwang!

Dust exploded with the impact.

But Wang Ho wasn’t the only one who had rushed her.

Papapat!

Figures surged in from all directions, surrounding the Southern Demon Empress.

Warriors of the Hundred Heavens Corps—now fewer than twenty—squeezed out their last strength and charged.

To end this.

To drive spear and sword into that evil spirit, even if it cost their only life.

Shh shh shh!

In that instant, wind and sonic booms tangled—

Kwaaaaang!

A storm-like blast of energy erupted and swept everything away.

At the center of it, someone standing tall finally let blood spill from lips that could no longer hold it back.

Cough.

With her vision fading, the Southern Demon Empress saw a young man kneeling in front of her.

His eyes were dull, as if they might go out at any moment.

But the two hands gripping the spear shaft—still driving forward—did not waver.

And at the end of that unmoving will was a transparent blade buried in the Southern Demon Empress’s chest.

“Keu… heok!”

She gasped, vomiting dark red blood.

She had to stop him.

She thought she could stop him.

But she couldn’t.

‘How… how could he still move?’

Just before sweeping Palm Energy over the warriors, she had sent Internal Energy into Jin Taekyung again.

So he would never rise again.

So he would die this time.

But Jin Taekyung didn’t fall.

He didn’t die.

Even though his meridians were clearly torn to shreds, he drove the spear he refused to let go of into her chest.

“Jin Tae… kyung.”

A faint voice slipped from the Southern Demon Empress’s lips.

Sreureuk. Thud.

Jin Taekyung’s blood-soaked hands slid off the shaft.

His head tipped back, limp, his eyes unfocused.

At the same time, the Southern Demon Empress felt it.

Heard it.

Death—slowly but surely—approaching Jin Taekyung.

And his voice, impossibly bright for someone facing death.

“I finally caught you. You… you son of a bitch.”

“……”

In that instant, a sensation crawled over the Southern Demon Empress’s skin, making every hair stand on end.

Fear.

Terror.

Of a human whose single-minded will wouldn’t break no matter what.

‘…Afraid? Am I afraid? Of him?’

Impossible.

To fear someone who wasn’t the Heavenly Lord.

And the target was a bloody brat on the verge of death.

‘I have to kill him. I have to cut off his breath with my own hands.’

Muttering like a madwoman, the Southern Demon Empress slowly raised her hand.

Maybe she couldn’t escape death either.

But if she didn’t end Jin Taekyung’s breath with her own hand, she felt she wouldn’t be able to close her eyes in peace—even in death.

‘Die.’

You monster.

With that word stuck in her throat, the Southern Demon Empress brought down her Hand Blade with her last strength.

Shwik—

And just as the murky darkness was about to pierce the crown of Jin Taekyung’s head—

Whoosh! Thwack!

A streak of light flew in from somewhere and swallowed the Southern Demon Empress’s only arm.

At the same time, a cold voice pierced her frozen ear.

“How dare you lay a hand on his body, you damn bitch.”

Chapter 709

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