I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 337

Episode 337: The Battle of Jeongsa (5)

"ah……."

They say that when you're so surprised, you forget the pain. That's what Chusa Kang did just now.

Even though his one remaining arm was brutally torn off, his mind could not come back to reality.

When I turned my head forward again, he was standing there.

It's late, but I finally understand.

Interest was not a reckless child.

It's not that I didn't know the weight of the battlefield.

He was an absolute being who could handle everything.

as soon as…….

"Chief…master…?"

The leader of the cult, Ma Cheon-so.

Why didn't I know? It was dangerous. My instincts were screaming at me to run away. How could I not have noticed? I only realized it after my arm was ripped off. In war, a moment of carelessness can lead to joy and sorrow…

It wasn't he, but myself, who was left to fend for myself at the crossroads of life and death. It was truly pathetic.

Chusa River raised his head to the sky.

Lotus… … .

I met him after spending my entire life on the battlefield without any affiliation.

An overwhelming force that destroys everything.

In front of him, I thought there was no need to even think about defeat.

So I followed him. For the life of an eternal winner.

but…….

"You don't have to look at it so longingly. Yeonju will follow soon."

"ah……."

Again a sigh mixed with a sigh burst out.

Yeonju is being deceived.

Did the Demonic Cult and the Apostolic League divide the world in two, place all responsibility on one side, and decide who would be the loser?

Wrong.

The battle between Sima to determine the loser has already begun.

The cult leader has driven them to the edge of a cliff.

And the end is… … .

Crunch!

A cruel tone punctuated Chusa Kang's throat with a red line. Then, with a thud, his head fell to the ground.

And then, as if according to a script, silence flowed.

All movement stops, from the nearby warriors to the far end.

Thud, thud.

Ma Cheon-so walked forward among them alone, as if swimming, and picked up Chu Sa-gang's head.

A miserable sight, unable to even close one's eyes.

The absolute ruler of the Apostolic Realm, the Dead King.

It was the end of the Ronin King Chusa Kang.

"Your Majesty… has defeated the Ronin King!"

"Wow!"

The warriors' joys and sorrows were mixed, and explosive cheers erupted from the martial arts league.

The Ronindae shake their heads with a blank expression.

"I can't believe it… The King of Ronin…"

Unlike the wind, reality is harsh. Ma Cheon-so raised Chu Sa-gang's head as if to show off his skills.

"Destroy the Apostles."

Thud. Degururu. The head that had been cruelly shaken off rolled away, and the merciless foot of the Demon King landed on top of it. Thud!

Wow! The cheers erupted again.

Then, the swords of the Murim Alliance warriors cut through the area like rays of light.

The outcome was decided.

* * *

Meanwhile, as the shouts of the Murim Alliance rained down from the cliff, the saboteurs and great warriors who had climbed up were experiencing despair, their faces pale.

"Hehe, look at these kids. They really all came together? Hahaha!"

A demon lying on a mat with his arms crossed in an empty space decorated like paradise.

Another absolute being who has reached the realm of the heavenly realm.

"Apostle Lieutenant…"

Thud, thud. With each step that retreated of its own accord, a heap of dirt fell endlessly down the cliff.

"I think… we've fallen into a trap."

At the words of the treasure ambassador, Hyeonyang looked around with a dejected expression.

The wild dogs, Mutae and Mutugak, stand with their arms linked in a relaxed manner.

Black Death Sect masters wearing black martial arts uniforms.

And the hundred best masters who follow the King of Scam, the Hundred Ghosts.

It was the headquarters. The Apostolic Union itself had established itself here.

This is no different from walking into a corner on your own two feet.

"The leader. Isn't he here?"

The swindler asked in a tone as if he were slacking off. There was absolutely no tension. In some ways, the tone could easily seem vulgar.

perhaps…….

The martial arts masters, including Hyeonyang, suddenly felt a surge of fighting spirit welling up deep within their hearts.

one.

"You just came here to die?"

Kwaaaaah! As the purple light spread out like a tidal wave, everyone held their breath and their trembling eyes dropped.

The speculation that had soared disappeared like a candle blown out in the wind.

He was a person who could not tolerate the word 'maybe'.

Because he is the King of Sagi, the most extraordinary person of his time.

How could I forget?

It's only been three years. That's when countless people died at the hands of the King of Cons.

In particular, the Sabos were those who had personally experienced the horror of that time with their own eyes.

It was from then on. He, who had been lying arrogantly in a comfortable position, began to look like a giant as tall as Mt. Tai.

"Then we'll have to make another deal, right? I'll do all the work, and the cult leader's kid just gets to eat without doing anything. Hehe. That's unfair. Don't you think so, Geomchi? Oh… This kid doesn't have any either."

The corners of the fraud king's mouth, which had been grumbling and muttering, turned cold.

"This won't work. After I completely destroy the Murim Alliance this time, I'll have to go to Cheonsan next. Hehe. What are you doing? Get out of here."

As soon as the king of fraud gave his order, fanatic laughter erupted from all directions.

"Hehehe!"

"Hehehe!"

Then, the lower-ranking warriors of the Sado League walk slowly.

An extreme tension rises between the martial arts alliance, and at that moment, I gulp. I swallow dry saliva.

"Coming-!"

With the shout of Hyeonyang, the Sadoyeon swarmed in like a swarm of bees. It was the start of war.

Choo-a-a-aak! Hyeon-yang's sword slit the neck of the rushing warrior, and the treasure master's sword shattered the chest of the one following him.

Baekryosae and Umuja also worked together to subdue the enemies in one fell swoop.

There was no time to catch one's breath. With the warriors pressing in from all sides, they had no time to rest and continued their assault.

The situation for others was not much different.

"Eww!"

The soldiers were pouring in so fast that the screams of the warriors who fell below the railing were heard one after another.

"We need to make space!"

Hyunyang cut down three warriors at once and shouted urgently. The situation was extremely unfavorable for them to fight with the cliff behind them.

Now that it's come to this, we have to dig in somehow.

Hyunyang bit his lip and unleashed a light attack, stepping on the shoulders and heads of the Sado-ryeon warriors and digging into their center.

Then the servants nodded and scattered in all directions.

"It's pretty good, isn't it?"

The fraud king was still lying on the porch, just chuckling as if he were a bystander.

And that wasn't all. Baek-gwi and Mutae also didn't move an inch, even as their subordinates perished.

"Kwaaak!"

And this was a blessing in disguise for the Murim Alliance.

Thanks to the Sabos penetrating the center and diverting the enemy's attention, the Murim Alliance warriors gradually found stability and began to fight against the Sadoryeon.

Although they are at a numerical and geographical disadvantage, they are the elite of the martial arts alliance, gathered only at the peak level.

They are not people who will be easily defeated by the Apostolic Corps' underlings.

In particular, the divine power of Hyeonyang shone brightly.

"Come! I will deal with you all."

He stood tall in the enemy lines, gathered his sword to his chest as if defending himself, and swung it.

Crunch!

The sword energy cut down the warriors who were rushing in a circle without mercy.

Taegeuk Sword (太極劍). A sword technique that embodies the true meaning of a shaman, said to have been created by Jang Sam-pung.

Taking advantage of the opponent's bet to draw a circle and counterattack, it was truly suitable for a long-term battle between many players like now.

So eight. Fifteen. Twenty.

There was no particular herbivore, but the number of dead increased exponentially with each circle drawn.

"Mutae."

Was it because countless warriors died, or was it because it was boring?

The fraud king called his name as if playing war.

"Yes, Yeonju."

"Take care of it."

Mutae nodded briefly and sharply, then, boom! He shot forward.

Puff puff! A human ball that knocks away even the Apostolic Warriors blocking his path. It's his specialty, the bullet-ball.

Mutae flew through the crowd without mercy and struck Hyeonyang like a bolt of lightning.

"Huh!"

Kaang! Hyeonyang, who had been slaughtering the warriors with a mighty smirk, groaned and stumbled back ten steps.

This is a story about when you can handle using your opponent's strength against them.

The blow that flew at him like a bullet was heavier than a lump of iron, and stronger than the blow of five men striking a bell together.

Chuck! Mutae, who had cornered Hyunyang, stopped attacking and turned to face him, releasing his wrist.

This is not leisure.

"Lion King Mutae……."

"Are you the best swordsman?"

Courtesy given to those who are recognized as strong.

The spirit of Taegeukryong Hyeonyang, one of the eight dragons, and the Lion King Mutae were on fire.

'Strong.'

As the saying goes, the strong recognize the strong, and the two people, who recognized their equals at a glance, looked at each other without much of a fight.

It was as if time had stopped.

Kwaak! Everyone around me was urging me to fight, bringing me back to reality.

There was a lot of screaming and the cruel, rustling tones.

Hyunyang's absence must have led to someone's death. At this, I frowned and turned to look away.

Bang! My hair flew and a cracking sound exploded before my eyes. A rough, massive fist had already reached my nose. It was Mutae.

"You have already lost one life."

"Mutae……."

"The King of Ronin ordered me to bring him back without fighting him. But it didn't suit me at all."

Hyunyang's spine broke out in a cold sweat at Mutae's self-deprecating laughter.

Are you saying that it was the Ronin King who lured them here?

But no matter how I looked, he wasn't here. Moreover, considering the entire Apostolic Corps had gathered, their numbers were remarkably small. So…

"They must be dealing with the remnants of the Murim Alliance down there by now."

Ah… …. Hyunyang’s mouth fell open and a sigh escaped his lips. It was a diversionary tactic. He was planning to split the attack into two and strike simultaneously.

Private school. The acting leader is in danger.

"Are you anxious? But you should only care about me. That's why I saved your life."

Mutae was known as a mad dog, obsessed with fighting. He chose Hyeonyang as his opponent.

The reason I pushed you into a corner like this is because I don't want to be disturbed in any way.

Hyunyang bit her lips tightly.

"I will not show mercy to the shaman's black sect."

"I'm looking forward to it."

“……Don’t regret it.”

"Of course."

Pot! The showdown between Hyunyang and Mutae has begun.

*

Meanwhile, the battlefield was gradually finding stability.

This is because the position left by Hyeonyang was filled by the Bohwa Ambassador, and the other Sabos began to play a full-fledged role.

The warriors drafted into the Murim Alliance and the base of the Biryongdae also played a part.

As a result, the Murim Alliance, which had been pushed to the edge of a cliff, was able to occupy a spacious space.

However, no one was optimistic about the situation.

The elite of the Black Death and the Martial Arts.

And the hundred ghosts of the Apostle League still giggle and burst into laughter.

The king of fraud, Sado-ryeonju, whose realm reached the heavens.

Because they haven't come out yet.

"Ambassador. We have no chance of winning at this rate. We must somehow find a way out of here before we become more exhausted."

Lee Eom-dong, the leader of the Haenam faction, spoke with a heavy breath.

As the treasure ambassador narrowed his eyes in confusion, the tired breathing of the warriors rang in his ears.

In this situation, it was absurd to confront the Baekgui, and even if only the King of Conspiracy had appeared, the result would have been disastrous.

The only way to survive is to retreat.

Once again, the treasure ambassador opened his eyes and spoke seriously.

"One long story. There's no way out. They're only a few hundred paces away. How can we escape with so many people?"

"So, that means we still have a few hundred paces to spare. The Yeonju hasn't even started yet. Now, while we're letting our guard down, is our chance. While the warriors and Hyeonyangdoin are buying time… we should at least evade."

What…? Are you saying we should throw them all away now?!