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Taejonbirok Volume 14 Episode 24
Chapter 82: Lazy Man and the Crazy Man (4)
My heart was beating without end.
The breath that had risen to the tip of his chin was exhaled roughly. The sweat that had flowed down his forehead kept flowing into his eyes.
“Whew. Whoosh.”
The thick smell of blood that was poking into my nose is fading away. No, I'm getting used to it. This smell of blood that fills the world.
Phew.
Wi Jeong-han swung his sword and shook off the blood that had accumulated.
How much did they fight?
And how many fell, their blood spilling on his sword?
Meaningless blood.
And meaningless death.
What on earth is this fight for?
There was no time to think.
Wi Jeong-han clenched his teeth as he watched the three swords flying towards him.
This is a battlefield.
A place where life turns into death and humans turn into corpses.
A place where no thinking is required.
Kaang! Kaang!
The flying sword that Wijeonghan swung bounced off. His sword, which stabbed in like lightning, cut through the neck of the demon cultist.
Crunch!
The head of the demon cultist is lifted into the sky with a sound that is unfamiliar no matter how many times you hear it. The headless body staggers and falls to the ground, convulsing.
Blood gushing out.
The smell of blood is getting thicker.
'I wish it would rain.'
Then this bloody smell will go away a little.
No matter how many times I see the battlefield, I can't get used to it. Each and every one of them must have had their own thoughts and intentions before coming here.
But when the battle begins, humans disappear.
All that's left are those who are consumed by hatred and want to kill their opponents.
'I guess I'm no different.'
If it weren't for the battlefield, I would never have thought of doing something like taking the lives of those who rushed at me with one blow.
A land where killing each other became so natural. That place was a battlefield.
He has no hesitation in killing people. He was not a kind-hearted person, to the point where he thought the demons of the Demonic Cult needed mercy.
If these people were not mine, would the Wei Dynasty have hesitated?
No, I don't think so.
There is nothing here.
Agreement, intention, and representation.
There is nothing here that I vaguely thought was chasing me. What exists here is just the smell of blood and humans struggling to survive. Yes, only humans.
“Huh!”
The moment he felt pain in his leg, Wijeonghan stopped walking. The man who had fallen to the ground swung his sword and cut his thigh.
It was always a matter of caution, but it was impossible to confirm the deaths of all on a battlefield where corpses were strewn like weeds.
Phew!
The wise man who had cut off the breathing of the fallen mine raised his head.
The sunset is setting.
Wi Jeong-han felt a strange emotion as he watched the red glow gradually spreading across the setting sun.
The earth is dyed red with blood, and the sky is dyed with sunset. The whole world is red.
Where is he going?
'discussion?'
That's funny.
What kind of agreement are you trying to find in this battlefield where everyone is only interested in killing each other?
“You’ve lost your mind.”
Wi Jeong-han flinched at the voice heard from behind him.
'Here?'
We were already quite far from the main force. Are you saying we were pushed all the way here?
No. He wasn't pushed back. He couldn't keep up with the main force's movements. He was so focused on killing and killing.
Still, no one called him.
Was it because everyone was out of their minds? Or was it?
'It's ugly.'
Wi Jeong-han raised the corners of his lips.
On the battlefield, he had no choice but to take care of his own life. But he still tried to blame others. A sense of guilt began to fill his body.
“You look familiar. Was it Wei Zhenghan? Yes. Wei Zhenghan, the swordsman of the Zheng Hegemony.”
“The lords know my name. What an honor.”
“That means you’ve been rambling on and on. That’s the end of it.”
Mines began to surround him.
The number is ten.
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If you think about it objectively, even in the best physical condition, it would be difficult to handle three of them. That's what it means.
'I'm dying.'
Wi Jeong-han laughed bitterly.
He dies after being caught up in war.
It was a plain and ordinary death. The only regret is that… … .
“It’s a dog’s death.”
“You were brave. If you weren’t an enemy, I would have praised you. If you knew the meaning of the Holy Fire…….”
“It doesn’t seem like we’re on good terms with each other.”
“That’s right. That’s how it becomes the Jeonghyeop Sword.”
It's a political alliance sword.
Wi Jeong-han could not help but laugh at his own situation.
What is right and what is compromise.
He has never once achieved the kindness and cooperation he wanted. So what do these people see in him that makes them talk about kindness and cooperation?
The fact that those who acknowledged his mocking nickname were not on his side but his enemies was making Wi Jeong-han feel empty.
'Be the first.'
Wi Jeong-han closed his eyes slightly.
If you are stuck in a swamp of death that you cannot escape from no matter what you do, you should not resist but face death. At least, his last remaining pride was to show an unwavering appearance until the very end.
“I bet.”
Wi Jeong-han raised his sword and laughed bitterly.
“I wonder how many of them I can take with me.”
A tense atmosphere settled between the Wijeonghan and the Mins.
But the tension never lasted long.
“Hit!”
As soon as the order was given, ten spears flew towards Wijeonghan.
'Be the first.'
The moment when Wi Jeong-han grits his teeth and puts strength into his hand holding the sword.
“There is no one who can remain indifferent when faced with death.”
Choaaaaaaah!
The sound of silk being cut rang in my ears.
But it wasn't just silk that was torn apart.
person.
To be exact, the Demon Cult.
The demon cult members who were rushing at Wijeonghan all fell to the ground with their backs broken.
rain.
It's raining blood.
Wi Jeong-han was hit by the pouring rain of blood that filled the world. He raised his head with slightly dazed eyes.
A familiar back figure appeared, approaching the last remaining demon cult member.
And then he saw the sight of the demon cult members trembling as if they had seen a ghost.
“Uh, why are you…….”
Crunch.
The conversation couldn't continue.
Because there was no way someone with a pierced throat could speak. The cultist, with eyes filled with distrust, slowly fell to the ground.
“Should I have waited a little longer? I wanted to see if you could really perform until the end.”
Wi Jeong-han sighed softly.
“There’s no need to check such useless things. He probably begged for his life while peeing. That’s all I have to say.”
“Oh. If you leave it like this, I have nothing to say. You’re all good, but the problem is that it’s not fun at all.”
“How did you know about this place, Shepherd?”
The red-eyed man turned his head.
'It's like a painting.'
Whenever Wi Jeong-han saw that man, he couldn't help but feel like he was looking at a painting. It wasn't just because he was so outstanding.
There was always an inexplicable aura about him. A thick aura that seemed to draw people in just by looking at it.
“I thought you would be in trouble since you were separated from the main force. You are more stupid than I thought.”
"under……."
Main unit?
I've never seen this guy in the main office before, but he talks so well.
He's still a man full of secrets.
still.
“So you abandoned the main force? Are you crazy?”
“How does it feel to have received help from that crazy guy?”
“It’s so dirty.”
Wi Jeong-han chuckled and dropped his sword.
'A single blow to this level of demonic cult.'
It was a strength beyond common sense. I knew it was strong, but I didn't know it was this strong.
Although Jeong Hyo-geom was also known to be strong among the young warriors, he was nothing more than a firefly in front of the sun compared to that red-haired man.
'No, is there anyone who can beat that guy?'
He was a man who made me think like this with just a flash of brilliance that I occasionally saw.
But why is it that even though he has such great skills, no rumors are being heard?
The more I got to know him, the more incomprehensible he seemed.
Red-eyed Wu shook the blood off his hands and nodded.
“Let’s go.”
"where?"
The red-eyed man quietly raised his head and looked at the setting sun.
Wi Jeong-han couldn't take his eyes off that sight.
The sight of that man always made him feel a deep sense of emptiness. It was as if his heart sympathized with the emptiness that the man felt. How deep must his regret and emptiness be that he himself is caught up in the whirlpool of those emotions.
As he lowered his head again and looked at Wi Jeong-han, the expression on his face disappeared as if it were a lie.
“Well… the sun is setting, so the battle will be over. I don’t intend to go all the way, either way.”
“I guess so.”
“Then it’s obvious. Let’s go have a drink.”
“I’ll be treated like a warrior.”
“That’s good too. Let’s make the next nickname the Jeonghyeop Sword that returned from Hell.”
“That’s bullshit.”
Red-eyed Fox walked ahead, giggling.
Wi Jeong-han shook his head and followed him. Strangely, he couldn’t refuse what that guy said. No, perhaps the anxiety and dissatisfaction that filled Wi Jeong-han’s heart were spilling out when he met that man.
Because the things I wouldn't be able to do alone become natural when I'm with that guy.
Still, there was one thing. There was a lingering suspicion in his mind.
'Why does it look so lonely?'
That guy's back, I'm talking about.
***
Wi Jeong-han was staring blankly at the ceiling.
'This is terrible.'
It's something I've forgotten for nearly twenty years. But why am I thinking about it again now?
It was a vivid dream that seemed within reach.
Wi Jeong-han rubbed his face.
After dreaming of the red-eyed fox, I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling. A heavy feeling, as if my body was being endlessly sucked into the water.
It's strange.
Looking back, I always enjoyed the time I spent with him. But why do I feel this way when I think of him?
'You have to forget.'
Recalling that memory didn't help, not for him, and… … .
Wi Jeong-han jumped up from his seat and opened the window.
The clear sunlight quietly streamed in through the window and caressed his body.
It's as if he's comforting me.
“Shepherd.”
Wi Jeong-han was quietly thinking.
“The children will live in a bright world. Unlike us. I think that’s what I have to do.”
It was enough for them to walk a path of suffering, with fate intertwined with fate. Children should live a life unrelated to such suffering.
“Yeonho has decided to receive a reward from His Majesty.”
Wi Jeong-han smiled bitterly.
“Of course you will congratulate me. Right?”
It seems as if the voice of the Red-crowned Crane can be heard beyond the clear blue sky.
The voice of a close friend that I can no longer hear.
“I need to prepare.”
Wi Jeong-han turned around.
There are truths in the world that should not be revealed. For everyone's sake, he intended to keep the secret forever and go to the grave.
“So, just watch and see how the children live.”
Wi Jeong-han's bitter voice flowed out slowly.