Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 514

#514

Taejonbirok Volume 21, Episode 14

Chapter 115: The Lazy Man Goes to the Demonic Cult (4)

“Wouldn’t it be better to just bite your tongue and die?”

“Stop whining. I’m dying of boredom.”

Jang Il's lament began to annoy Peng Do-geuk. He'd have to whine a little to at least keep the mood going, but if he whined too much, it would only invite trouble.

“How can you not whine in a situation like this?”

“Then get out!”

Jang Il's face looked hurt by Peng Do-geuk's harsh remarks.

“I don’t know how that guy, who couldn’t even speak properly when we first met and was always squirming, ended up becoming such a great man and spouting such bad words.”

"Everyone changes. Just like you, who always gave clear answers, have become such a whiner."

“Ugh.”

Jang-il groaned.

Even if he wasn't good at martial arts, Peng Do-geuk was always easy on the tongue, but now even Peng Do-geuk was spitting out knives instead of words.

'The kids have all become rough.'

Of course, considering who we're dealing with, it's only natural. Even the most naive person in the world would, after just a month in this absurd group, spout out venomous remarks that would make even Buddha turn his back.

“Even if I have to try to be a little more calm….”

Jang-il raised his head and looked in front of him.

Wide land.

A vast expanse of land, overwhelming even to the eye, met his gaze. Anywhere else, he would have admired this immense majesty. But here, he couldn't.

'They say Xinjiang is barren… … .'

The land was vast, but it was by no means a grassland. It was closer to a desert. No, it would have been better if it had been a sandy desert. A barren wasteland of rock and dirt stretched endlessly.

Looking at this barren land, I felt like I understood why the Demonic Cult was constantly targeting the Central Plains.

'Can people really live here?'

He is a beggar of openness.

To lead openness, one must be well-versed in the world's affairs, and to be well-versed in the world's affairs, one must be well-versed in the world's information.

To compile the world's information, we must be able to transform dead information into living information. And an essential element in this process is understanding information.

The Ark of Openness was considered impossible to grasp without understanding the region from which the information was being delivered, and as soon as Jang-il was chosen as the Sogeulgae, he took him and traveled the world with him.

Thanks to this, Jang Il had seen every corner of the world with his own eyes, but nowhere in the world had he seen been this barren.

It was already known that Xinjiang was harsh, but there was a huge difference between knowing it in my head and seeing it with my own eyes.

“Oh, really.”

Wi Yeon-ho kept spitting on the floor.

The wind blew in, mixing in fine sand. It was always a sandstorm, not a wind. I wore a windbreaker and covered my face with a cloth, but even those preparations couldn't completely block the sandstorm.

"This land is truly useless. How can people live here?"

“It means that the Central Plains is that rich.”

Wi Yeon-ho nodded.

Certainly, being here made me realize just how bountiful the Central Plains truly were. Compared to this barren land, even the cave I shared with my master was barely enough to survive in… … No, that's not it.

'What am I thinking right now?'

Wi Yeon-ho's body trembled.

They say humans are creatures of adaptation, and memories are beautified, so the cave where we spent those terrible days is now beautified as a place worth living in.

'I need to get my act together.'

At that moment, Jang Il opened his mouth in a questioning voice.

“But isn’t this the road to the Demonic Cult?”

Wi Yeon-ho's eyes widened.

“Is there a road here too?”

“There is a certain path. And it doesn’t seem to be going in the right direction.”

Wi Jeong-han shrugged.

“Of course. We’re not going to the Demonic Cult right now.”

"yes?"

"yes?"

Everyone looked at Wi Jeong-han with puzzled eyes.

However, Wi Jeong-han frowned at the reaction of the Wi Yeon-hos.

“What are you so surprised about? Do you really think I’d storm into the Demonic Cult without any countermeasures and start a ruckus, shouting, ‘Hey, you bastards! Hand over my son now!’?”

"yes."

"yes."

"no?"

Wi Jeong-han's face was distorted.

“What on earth do you think of me?”

“It’s a great threat that if you turn away, there’s no solution.”

“It’s my father.”

“I am Wei Yanho’s father.”

Something moist appeared in the corners of Wi Jeong-han's eyes as he raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

'I can't believe I'm being treated like this by these kids.'

Until recently, they were guys who had shown some respect, but now they were being treated like Wi Yeon-ho's father.

Of course, that's not wrong, but in the past, if I was treated like a father who suffered because he accidentally gave birth to Wei Yanho, now, aren't I treated like the culprit who gave birth to something exactly like me and pushed them into suffering?

Just as the words 'ah' and 'eo' are different, the subtle difference in treatment is causing suffering to the weak.

“Do you know what kind of place the Demonic Cult is and why you suddenly invaded?”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“I was already thinking about whether I should stop it.”

“I’m afraid that if I object unnecessarily, people will ask why I followed them.”

“…….”

Wi Jeong-han ended up shaking his head.

These guys also have no countermeasures.

"Information is essential to combating the enemy. We're going to get that information now."

“Information?”

Peng Do-geuk tilted his head.

Musan's reaction was no different.

"But, Great Master, isn't information on the Demonic Cult one of the most difficult to obtain in the world? Furthermore, Xinjiang is arguably the land of the Demonic Cult. So, how can you possibly obtain information on the Demonic Cult here?"

One might think that obtaining information about the Demonic Cult would be easier in Xinjiang. However, just as it was impossible for outsiders to obtain information about the Sichuan Tang family in Sichuan, it was nearly impossible for them to obtain information about the Demonic Cult in Xinjiang, which was under the Demonic Cult's control.

“Of course it’s possible. There are those prepared for it.”

"ah!"

Jang Il was startled as if he had realized something.

“Are you planning to go there?”

“I see you know that too.”

"Yes. Those who handle information cannot help but know. There's a scout from the Jeongmu Alliance here."

"feeler?"

He urged Jang Il on as if he was hearing about the Pengdo Theater for the first time.

“What do you mean? A scout?”

"Aren't the Jeongmu Alliance and the Demonic Cult at war? Even if they're not at war right now, we should consider them in a truce."

“That’s true.”

"But we can't just sit back and watch them move, can we? We're operating scouts in case they launch a surprise attack."

“……A scout.”

Peng Do-geuk asked back as if he was dumbfounded.

"Isn't Xinjiang the land of the Demonic Cult? Scouting in such a place? Even ten lives wouldn't be enough."

The answer came from the wise man.

“It may be hard to believe, but it’s definitely true.”

Peng Do-geuk couldn't believe Wei Zhenghan's words at all. No, to be precise, he couldn't understand them, rather than believe them.

Since Wi Jeong-han is not the type to talk nonsense, such things must be happening. But… … .

'You're spying on them in the land of the Demonic Cult?'

The Demonic Cult couldn't just sit by and watch. Given the chance, they'd be ready to cut off their heads at any moment. It wasn't that the Central Plains were suppressing the Demonic Cult from Xinjiang. They simply retreated from their positions, exhausted.

But watch them on their land?

“How could you come up with such an idea?”

"It can't be helped. The Xinjiang and Qinghai are vast, but they're only a short distance away, and if they so choose, they can traverse them in an instant. If they discover us after we've passed the Qinghai, that's the end of it. The western part of the Central Plains will be devastated in an instant."

“Hmm.”

I can't help but agree with that statement.

This is precisely why Sichuan was always torn apart whenever the Demonic Cult advanced into the Central Plains. It was precisely because they targeted Sichuan that it collapsed. Had they ignored the forces behind them and charged into the Central Plains, it was obvious that Gansu would have been destroyed first.

'Certainly, such a threat cannot be ignored. But… … .'

I understood that the Jeongmu Alliance needed to operate a scouting operation. But who would volunteer for that task? No matter how high the Jeongmu Alliance's authority, who would meekly follow orders to risk their lives to detect their calls?

“Then what about the people here?”

Wi Jeong-han answered with a bitter face.

“I should say that they are true leaders who do not even spare their own lives for the sake of their spirit.”

Everyone was momentarily taken aback by the sadness in his voice.

“Let’s go and see what they’ve seen so far.”

Wi Jeong-han, wearing a windbreaker, hurried his steps. Everyone followed him.

"colon."

“…….”

“Branch Manager!”

“Hmm?”

Yeommong, who was leisurely enjoying a nap, pulled down the hat he had pulled over his face.

"……why?"

“Someone is coming.”

Someone is coming. Yes, someone is coming.

“What are you talking about, calling someone out for something so trivial?”

“Who is coming? What should I do?”

Yeommong suddenly got up from his seat.

Who's coming?

“Are they from the Demonic Cult?”

“I’m not sure about that. It’s hard to tell from this distance.”

“How much is it?”

“It looks like five. I’m not sure.”

“Get out of the way!”

Yeommong hurriedly ran out of the barracks.

'It's not good… … .'

As soon as he left the barracks, Yeommong climbed the watchtower towering beside the barracks like a monkey. Reaching the highest observation post, Yeommong narrowed his eyes.

'It's like a fucking sandstorm.'

A thick, blowing sandstorm obscured my vision. Even with my trained eyes, it was impossible to discern the identities of those approaching through this sandstorm.

“Prepare for battle!”

“Are you from the Demonic Cult?”

"I don't know. I can't identify it. But just in case, wake everyone up!"

"yes!"

A serious look appeared on Yeommong's face.

Normally, this wouldn't have been this urgent. But now, the situation was unbearable. The Demonic Cult was already preparing to launch an attack, and tensions with the Jeongmu Alliance were at an all-time high.

What's so strange about the Demonic Cult taking action to clean them up before they even start a war?

“Prepare to adapt.”

"yes!"

There was a hint of desperation in the voice that answered.

If they are coming to kill them, they must adapt to the Mang before they die. Only then will the Mang know of their death and prepare for it.

I knew it would happen someday, but I didn't know that the moment I hoped would never come was finally coming.

'There are few.'

I couldn't figure out whether it was a good situation or a bad situation.

Fewer in number might mean less hostility. But if the Demonic Cult was determined to eliminate them, they would have sent in experienced warriors rather than relying on meager numbers to force their way through.

It's getting closer and closer.

Those wrapped in black blood were gradually approaching them.

“Adapt to the right situation.”

“Are you flying?”

“Not yet, let’s wait a little longer.”

At that moment, when Mongyeon was at a loss as to how to respond, the person at the front of the group, who appeared like a dot in the distance, slowly raised one arm.

'Attack signal?'

Yeommong's whole body was tense.

And then… … .

The flashing plate began to swing violently from side to side.

So, it's like saying hello.

"huh?"

Everyone fell silent as they watched the man who was expressing his excitement with both arms.

“What is that?”

“……It doesn’t seem like you came here to fight?”

“Why did you come all the way here?”

Yeommong looked at the man in front with a deflated face and opened his mouth.

"It seems we have guests. Get ready to welcome them."