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Taejonbirok Volume 12 Episode 9
Chapter 69: Catch the Lazy (4)
Cheongyeongja calculated the situation with a stern face.
'It is a happy thing that Wei Yanhu caught Gwangmu Ryang, but… … .'
Unfortunately, the fact that Gwangmu-ryang was defeated didn't seem to have much of an effect on the morale of the Demonic Cultists.
'This is the scary thing about the Demonic Cult.'
A force that combines religions cannot be interpreted with common sense. If it were another sect, the morale would plummet just by the fact that their leader was defeated, but the Demonic Cultists, who believed that they would become one with the Holy Fire upon death, did not fear their own death at all.
It even felt like I was going wilder.
'It's not easy.'
No matter how I thought about it, the difference in power was too great. Even though he had Wei Yanhu, Amwang, Dowan, and even the Plum Blossom Sword Lord, who was said to be in poor health, his power was still one-sidedly inferior.
'I guess I'll have to bury my bones here today.'
If I had known that the Demon Cultists were this strong, I would have tried to escape by any means necessary as soon as the war broke out. It was a mistake to think of the Demon Cultists as the people of the past.
“Even if I die, I will never show myself as ugly.”
Cheongyeongja, who had drawn the plum sword, flew through the air and landed next to Wiyeonho.
“I will join you.”
“Oh my, sir. My bone is broken. Go back over there and watch.”
“……I’m still in my prime! My private tutor is fighting too, so I can’t just sit around and do nothing.”
“Well, that’s not really helpful, is it?”
Wi Yeon-ho let out a deep sigh.
'I don't like it.'
You can tell just by looking at them. A few tigers can't stop hundreds of wolves.
“Okay.”
The numbers are higher here, but if you call them wolves, most of the people here should be considered sheep. The numbers can be filled, but it doesn't really help.
but…….
“Stop it!”
“Don’t back down! Backing down is defeat!”
The cultists rushing towards Wi Yeon-ho were unable to advance forward because of those who stopped them without caring about their lives.
'Oh, I really hate this kind of thing.'
Wi Yeon-ho's stomach was seething.
“Everyone is telling me to get out!”
“Yeonho, calm down.”
Wi Jeong-han stopped Wi Yeon-ho.
“No, they were coming after me from the start, so why are you blocking their path? It’ll just lead to more people dying for no reason!”
Wi Yeon-ho shouted.
“You rotten devils, I’ll let you all see the Holy Fire today, so tell everyone to come!”
“You punk! I said calm down!”
“Ah! I’m going crazy!”
Wi Yeon-ho shook off Wi Jeong-han's hand and jumped forward.
“Oh my! This crazy guy!”
Wisanho laughed open-mouthed as he watched Wei Yanho charge forward, flying over people's heads.
“That’s right!”
“Oh my god! You bastard!”
“I’ll go first! Father!”
Wi Jeong-han clutched his head as he watched Wi San-ho charge forward following Wi Yeon-ho.
“You guys who deserve to be splashed in shit water! You guys who never knew how to be filial! You’re going to throw yourself into danger in front of your father?”
“Click click click.”
The king laughed heartily.
“I was so upset that I thought the Guangdong Wei family would become famous, but it turns out it wasn’t even a problem. If both of your children are such unmanned people, then of course they should become famous.”
“Yes.”
Do-wan and Am-wang faced each other and flew into the sky after Wi Yeon-ho.
“Hey, you guys! It’s not for the kids to lead the way!”
Cheongyeongja smiled brightly as she watched the scene.
'I won't give up.'
Perhaps they will all be buried here today, but that does not mean they have been defeated. The demonic bastards will realize why the Central Plains were able to withstand their merciless attacks.
“Eurachachachacha!”
Wei Yanhu's sword emitted white light.
“One room!”
Kwaaaaaaaang!
The falling white light hit the ground, causing a huge explosion.
The demons caught in the explosion fell out, spewing blood.
“Two rooms!”
Kwaaaaaaaang!
It was unbelievable to see with one's own eyes that the sword energy that a human had shaken off with a sword could have such power.
“Three rooms! Four rooms! Oh my, I’m dying!”
Wi Yeon-ho got down on the ground, stuck his sword into the ground, and struck him.
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As he continued to unleash powerful sword strikes in an instant, his internal power was rapidly being consumed. Although Wi Yeon-ho was proud that he had absorbed a portion of Baek Mu-han’s internal power and that his internal power was second to none in the world, dealing with the endless stream of demonic cultists was not an easy task.
“Eurachaaaaa! One more!”
The spirit of the demonic cult members who saw the white light rising into the sky began to waver.
“No, you are not human.”
“What on earth did he come from!”
“……Damn it!”
“Don’t turn back! The path to the Holy Fire is over there.”
The head knew. Even if I die here, it is not death. It is a sacred process of becoming one with the Holy Spirit.
But the body was different.
The shaking legs and trembling hands were honest.
'This is a dog's death.'
Returning to the Holy Fire is the wish of all those who have joined the church, but this was a different case. No one would want to die without even leaving a body behind, engulfed in such a white light.
“Kuaaaah!”
A scream was heard from behind.
When the surprised cultists turned around, they saw Gwangmu-ryang standing behind the fallen cultist, vomiting blood, with a ghostly face.
“I will not retreat even if I die! Wasn’t that the spirit of the doctrine? I will personally send to hell anyone who disturbs the spirit of the doctrine! How can someone who retreats in fear of the enemy become one with the Holy Spirit?”
As both a practical and a religious threat were posed, life returned to the eyes of the cultists.
“Kill him!”
“Death to the infidels!”
Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue as he watched the demon cult members rushing towards him.
'I don't understand.'
What in the world is more important than your own life?
To Wi Yeon-ho, the demonic cultists who rushed at him without regard for their own lives felt like incomprehensible creatures.
So much so that it doesn't feel like we're the same human being.
“Hey, man.”
That's why I didn't want to come to the volcano.
Wi Yeon-ho injected his inner strength into the sword in his hand. The inner strength that once seemed like it would never dry out no matter how much he used it was now completely gone. His danjeon hurt as if he was being pricked by a needle.
Wi Yeon-ho shouted and once again unleashed his sword energy. The cultists who rushed towards him were engulfed in the light Wi Yeon-ho emitted and were turned into blood clots and bounced back.
Still, their momentum did not stop.
“This is so fucking annoying, really!”
I thought I knew why Wi Jeong-han had been so insistent on being careful of the Demonic Cult. Thinking of them as the same as other unmanned people would have resulted in a lot of bloodshed.
“Eww!”
Wi Yeon-ho, who was about to spit out his sword energy, clenched his teeth as he felt that his inner strength was not gathering.
“Okay! Let’s give it a try!”
Wi Yeon-ho, who had raised his sword and charged forward, encountered the rushing demon cultists.
Shhh! Shhh!
The cultists' swords cut into his body with a cracking sound that sounded like a threatening snake.
Five towards the head, three towards the body!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Wi Yeon-ho's white sword struck down the flying arrows one by one.
He stabs his sword into the weak spot visible between the protruding glans.
Phew!
I feel an eerie sensation at my fingertips.
The feeling of a sword cutting through human flesh.
The moment Wei Yanhu was about to pull his arm out, the demon cultist whose body had been pierced grabbed the sword with both hands and crouched down.
“Ku …
“Ah!”
Wi Yeon-ho spat out a curse as he looked at the demon cult member who had tightened his muscles and was gripping the sword with all his might.
“There are all kinds of things like this!”
Wi Yeon-ho lifted the sword and swung it around like a magician holding a sword.
"away!"
"omg……."
Jang-il opened his mouth wide at the sight.
Even the demon cultist who grabs the sword with his own body is crazy, but Wei Yanho, who uses the demon cultist as a weapon, is going one step further.
'What the hell is this?'
There isn't a single normal guy among them.
“Eek!”
Jang-il was startled and stepped back as he saw the glans passing right next to his face.
“Wake up!”
“Uh… Uh!”
The coral reef screamed. Jang Il suddenly came to his senses.
'I am not Wei Yanho.'
The reason why Wei Yanhu was safe despite doing such things was because Wei Yanhu was strong despite being ignorant. However, this battlefield was a place where his life was in danger if he took his eyes off for even a moment.
“Yeonho!”
Weichanho screamed and rushed at Wei Yanho.
The demon cult members were seen gathering around Wei Yanhu. Wei Yanhu was also a human, so it seemed that his internal strength had reached its limit. As the power of the sword diminished, the demon cult members began to surround Wei Yanhu and attack him with great vigor.
Sweep.
I felt a hot sensation on my face as the glans passed through my cheek.
'It's dangerous.'
Wei Yanho's face was unusually stiff.
'It's really dangerous if things continue like this.'
Even though countless cultists were defeated, their numbers did not seem to decrease at all. It was impossible, but seeing the cultists maintain their momentum without wavering even as their comrades died, it felt like this attack would never end.
Wei Yanhu stopped attacking and dropped his sword.
In the middle of a battlefield where lives were at stake, the attack was stopped. So the demon cultists could not easily rush towards Wei Yanhu. The demon cultists, who had surrounded him tightly with their swords aimed at him, glared at Wei Yanhu with fierce faces.
“You guys are making a mistake.”
A naturalization bloomed in Wei Yanhu's eyes.
“Maybe so.”
Gwangmu Ryang, who had been watching the situation from behind, opened his mouth.
The game is already decided.
Wei Yan Lake was completely surrounded, and those who were running wild to save Wei Yan Lake were unable to break through the human barrier set up by the Demonic Cult.
“Yeonho! Damn it! Get out of the way! You fucking bastards!”
Wisanho swung his sword wildly with a blood-spitting scream, but his injured body was not enough to handle even one of the demon cultists.
To anyone who looked at it, Wei Yanho's death seemed certain.
“This will be the first and last time I will pay homage to my enemy while I am alive. You may even receive the blessing of the Holy Fire. So, let go of your reservations.”
“He’s beating the drum and janggu all by himself.”
Wi Yeon-ho sighed softly. From afar, he could hear his brother's screams and his father's voice spitting out blood.
“That’s right.”
There are days when even the most daunting of men is embarrassed.
Wi Yeon-ho let out a deep sigh.
“I don’t know why they’re acting like they’re all dead.”
This is just the beginning, you know.
“You guys, you said you regretted it, right?”
Wi Yeon-ho slowly raised his sword.
“Do you know what I’m really good at?”
Gwangmu-ryang did not answer and just quietly looked at Wi Yeon-ho.
“Dogfighting is my specialty. After five years of swinging a sword at monsters, you eventually learn to swing a sword in your sleep. Today, you will learn how scary that is.”
“I see.”
Gwangmu-ryang nodded quietly.
“What are you guys doing! Kill them!”
With the shouts of Gwangmu-ryang, the demon cultists all rushed towards Wiyeonho.
And at that moment.
“Wow!”
A huge cheer began to echo from the main gate.