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# 273
Taejonbirok Volume 11 Episode 23
Chapter 67: The Lazy Man, Attacked (3)
“Blood, damage!”
“The demonic bastards are coming!”
The people were terrified and retreated.
It's chilling that the Demonic Cult has appeared before us, and isn't it attacking us?
“Back! Back!”
“Where are you telling me to retreat to!”
At first, they started running in the opposite direction, but similar thoughts began to appear in everyone's heads.
'Where should I run to?'
This is the top of the volcano. The volcano is the most rugged of all the mountains in the Central Plains. Isn’t it the volcano that you can’t dare climb unless you take the designated hiking trail?
However, the only way up to the volcano was already taken over by them. Now, the only way they could escape was to the back, and behind the volcano was a steep cliff.
“Hey, back off for now! We can’t let the Volcano’s drones get in the way of dealing with those guys!”
The people who heard the urgent voice quickly retreated to the back.
“Oh, Dad.”
“It's okay.”
Wi Jeong-han swept the back of Wei Su-ryeon, who was shaking.
'The devil… … '
The hand stroking his back was gentle, but Wi Jeong-han's face was hard as if it were covered in iron armor. The enemies he had fought for his entire youth had once again revealed themselves to the world.
“Coral.”
“Yes, father.”
“Take Su-ryeon and move to the back.”
“I will fight with you too.”
"no."
Wi Jeong-han's eyes scanned the coral reef.
“Now is not the time to fight, it is the time to recover.”
"one……."
"no."
Wi Jeong-han shook his head firmly.
“Now that they’re back, we have to fight, even if we don’t want to. We’re probably going to have to fight until we get sick of it.”
Just like the young man in his youth.
“You shouldn’t hurt yourself because of a momentary blow. It’s right for you to fully recover and become stronger for the sake of Kang-ho. And if you’re not here, who will protect your mother and Soo-ryeon?”
“I will follow my father’s words.”
“Okay. Your mother will be at the dorm, so go quickly.”
"yes."
Wi Jeong-han quietly closed his eyes as he watched Wi San-ho run behind him, holding Wi Su-ryeon's hand.
'I wish I never had to go through that.'
The war against the Demonic Cult was cruel and painful. His youth was sacrificed in that terrible war, but he only hoped that his children would live in a peaceful world without war.
But was it a vain wish?
His gaze turned to the black-clad men rushing toward the disciples of the volcano.
It was a familiar and tiresome sight.
“In the end, martial arts is martial arts.”
Wi Jeong-han shook his head and slowly walked forward.
“Where are you going?”
At the voice that seemed to be calling him, Gwangmu-ryang raised his head and looked at the Plum Blossom Sword Master.
“You have to play with me.”
Gwangmu-ryang smiled.
“You want to deal with me?”
“Since Black Zone is gone, shouldn’t you be my opponent? Dealing with your subordinates would be too boring.”
“Hahahaha.”
Gwangmu-ryang smiled brightly.
“It certainly seems impolite to bore the Great Sword Lord. Although I am not very good at it, I think I can do my part to cheer up the Great Sword Lord.”
“You definitely talk more than Heuk-Jeon.”
“It’s because the previous generation was very reserved.”
The calm attitude of Gwangmu-ryang was irritating Geomjeon. Even in front of him, Gwangmu-ryang showed no signs of agitation. Even in front of him, who was competing for the top spot among the world's best swordsmen.
'He's not an ordinary guy, is he?'
There is no concept of generational change in the Demonic Cult. The strong take their place, and the next generation becomes stronger than the previous generation and pushes them out, but they do not hand over their place.
If that's the case, then the fact that this guy in front of you has taken the place where Black Zone used to be means that he's as strong as Black Zone.
That black zone and that horse.
“If I mix swords with you, I’ll know. Whether the Demonic Cult really has the power it once had.”
Gwangmu-ryang slowly shook his head.
“Your Majesty, there is no need to wonder about that fact.”
The eyes of the plum blossom swordsman sank.
“Why?”
“What good would it do for someone who is going to hell today to know that?”
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“Ggggggggggg.”
Geomjon laughed as if he was very proud and pulled out his sword.
Srrrrrr.
His plum sword is pulled out.
“Aesong-ah, even if you are stronger than the Black Lord of the time, you are no match for me. It has already been twenty years. I can now cut down the Black Lord of the time as an after-dinner snack.”
“I guess so.”
Gwangmu-ryang's eyes began to dazzle.
“So I can only express my condolences.”
“Mourning?”
“Heh heh heh heh heh.”
A storm of magical energy began to pour out from Gwangmu-ryang's body.
“So, no one will be able to feel more clearly than we how much stronger we have become! When that tenacious breath is cut off!”
A demon covered in magic rushed towards the Plum Blossom Sword Lord.
“Support the front!”
At Cheongyeongja's words, those guarding the upper seat flew forward.
'It must be stopped.'
Cheongyeongja bit her lips tightly.
What happened at the volcano, the volcano must resolve. No matter how the opponent was the Demonic Cult. It doesn't matter how this happened. What matters is that the Demonic Cult is here now, and they must stop it.
“Long story!”
When Cheongyeongja heard a voice from behind her, she answered without even looking back.
“Mujin!”
"yes!"
The public official who had led the plum blossom inspectors knelt on one knee behind Cheongyeongja.
“Lead the plum inspectors and protect the audience.”
"one……."
“We are still the organizers and leaders of this event. Those who are too distracted by the battle to respond should not be injured.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
"good!"
"yes!"
I heard a bang behind me and felt the plum blossom inspectors flying away.
“Is this the beginning of troubled times?”
Cheongyeongja said sobbing.
How much more blood will be shed now?
And how many more will have to die?
'This is not the time to cry.'
Cheongyeongja observed the situation with eagle eyes. The first priority was to overcome the current situation. In order to do that, it was a priority to accurately assess the strength of the people here and deploy them to the right places.
Although he wanted to immediately raise his sword and rush to the front, Cheongyeongja knew exactly what he had to do. The strongest power he could utilize right now was the Plum Blossom Sword Master, the Taegeuk Sword Master, and… … .
Cheongyeongja looked back with a trembling face.
Chomp chomp chomp.
“……Are you going to fall?”
"yes?"
“Are the cookies going into your mouth?”
“……Oh, come on, I’ll have a snack!”
Cheongyeongja's face was distorted horribly.
'No, this guy doesn't know what it means that his father is a righteous man and that the Demonic Cult has attacked him?'
Normally, in a situation like this, it would be normal for water not to enter the mouth. But even in a world where everything is peaceful, how can you still eat snacks in this situation?
“Are you in your right mind to be eating that, I say!”
“Tsk tsk, you don’t even know Jang Moon-in.”
"huh?"
Wi Yeon-ho smiled broadly, waving his finger.
“Those are demonic cults.”
"yes."
“Then there will be chaos now, where will we go to get a proper meal? We need to stock up well in advance.”
“…….”
“It breaks my heart to see you disparage in such a way a wise move to prepare for the future with a long-term perspective.”
Cheongyeongja turned her head and looked forward again.
'Let's forget it.'
It would be better to forget about its existence. Thinking about it gives me a headache, and recalling it makes me feel sick.
Chomp chomp chomp.
But the sound of cookies behind me didn't stop.
“Eww!”
Cheongyeongja, who was growing irritated, kicked the chair in front of her.
Not all of the people were evacuated.
Even though they are people who came to the volcano to see the sights, they are also unmanned. Among them, there were some who had participated in the war against the Demonic Cult in the past.
It wasn't just those who quietly stepped back because the volcano was trying to protect them. There were also many who, unable to control their boiling blood, drew their beloved bottles and joined the battle line.
Shaanxi Chuhon (陝西追魂) Modun (毛暾) was one of those people.
He was a man of great fame in Shaanxi, and had previously participated in wars against the Demonic Cult and achieved brilliant results.
Modon, who had been proud of that fact all his life since the war ended, could not just back down when he had another chance to prove himself. Modon drew his beloved weapon, the Ghostly Sword, and confidently faced the advancing demon cult from the front.
Kaaaaang!
The start of the battle was announced when the Demon Lord's Gwidodo and Modon's Gwihonchuk clashed.
'what?'
And the moment weapon clashed with weapon for the first time, Modon could not help but be shocked.
His arm is half-twisted and flung back.
'Oh, how did this happen!'
Of course, dealing with the Demon Cult was not easy in the past either. The Demon Cultists, who sought strength through all sorts of bizarre methods, were people who, even if they set aside their humanity and morality, were certain to satisfy one thing: 'strength.'
But that was the case for Modon too.
He had already defeated several demon cultists, and he was proud that he was several times stronger than before. However, after exchanging only one blow, his elbow was half-twisted and he was complaining of severe pain.
'T, this is… … .'
There is no time to think.
Without even giving him a chance to think, the Demon Lord's blade came down on his head again.
"membrane……."
The ghost spear, loaded with all his might, rose high above his head.
but…….
Crunch!
His ghostly spirit was cut cleanly with a sound like a well-dried tree being cut down with one blow. Modon's eyes widened as he watched the Demonic Cult's ghostly spirit cut off his beloved weapon and rush towards his own head.
'How strong it has become… … .'
Okay.
The thought could not continue any further.
All his thoughts stopped, and his body became rigid. The demon who had retrieved the glans that had been lowered down quietly looked at Modon and then passed by him.
"trash."
All that remains is that one word.
A red line began to appear on Modon's forehead as he stood there blankly, unable to react.
With a sound like wet, overlapping cloth being forcibly torn off, the pig, split in half from head to groin, fell to the floor.
dump.
The room was extremely noisy, but everyone could clearly hear the sound.
First death.
A chill began to spread along with the thick scent of blood. Only then could those who witnessed Modon's death realize it.
Those they are dealing with are demons.
And this is not a fight, this is war. Blood and flesh are flying, and a life-for-life war has finally begun.
“Kill them all.”
“Your name!”
The eyes of those who were facing the rushing demons with their swords drawn began to show a determined will.
Peace is now over.