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Taejonbirok Volume 15 Episode 16
Chapter 86: Lazy Man, Collision (1)
What would it be like to be a bishop of the Demonic Cult?
This may not seem real to you right now.
huh?
Would someone like me be afraid of a bishop?
That's an interesting story.
I don't know what you mean by someone like me, but when I saw the bishop in person, I couldn't help but be like a mouse before a cat.
Think about it.
Now I'm going around bragging about being the Ark of the Open World, but back then I was just a beggar.
activity?
That's a story for later.
At that time, I was just an inexperienced beggar. So how would it have felt to see the bishop of the Demonic Cult appear before my eyes?
okay.
It felt like a sword had been thrust up to my neck. My whole body was tied up tightly.
now?
Well, I don't know. I certainly wouldn't feel the same way now as I did back then. I've only gotten older, but I've gained experience now and my attachment to life isn't the same as it was back then.
But there is one thing I can guarantee.
Even if it were the current country, if I were to meet a bishop-level miner, I would have no choice but to be stubborn.
Yeah, that might be hard to understand.
Actually, I'm the type of person who is currently enjoying the open ark.
But on the other hand, the bishop of the Demonic Cult is just as fearful and scary.
My heart was really pounding.
huh?
Wi Yeon-ho?
Hmm… … .
This is one of the problems I still struggle with.
Is there really such a thing as cowardice in that guy?
I don't think there are any.
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“Are you crazy?”
Wi Yeon-ho opened his eyes wide and asked. Then the old man who introduced himself as Gwang-ma nodded quietly.
“It’s not a very polite name and it’s a little embarrassing, but that’s what I’m called.”
“Are you a crazy devil?”
“That’s right.”
"omg."
Wi Yeon-ho looked the old man up and down.
Then he rested his chin on his hand and fell into thought.
“Why are you doing that?”
“I'm thinking about it.”
“What do you mean?”
“At first glance, he doesn’t seem like someone worthy of being called a madman… but being called that means either he has a huge personality problem, or his martial arts skills are extremely aggressive.”
“Maybe so?”
“So I’m wondering. Is it really a problem of martial arts or a problem of personality?”
“Which one do you think is better?”
Wi Yeon-ho answered calmly.
“At first, I thought it would be better to have a personality problem than to be called crazy about martial arts, but after thinking about it a little more, I don’t think that’s the case.”
“Why?”
“There’s no way someone as great as the Bishop of the Demonic Cult would be weak. Whether his learning is rough, delicate, or crazy, he’s still strong, so what does it matter?”
“Heh heh heh heh.”
The madman laughed as if he was happy.
But the hearts of those who saw that sight sank a little colder. The author who was smiling kindly now was the very same person who had been spouting off such absurd aura just a moment ago.
'If you look closely, you can tell.'
Jang-il clenched and unclenched his fists as if he was nervous.
Bishop of the Demonic Cult. And a madman there.
That alone is enough.
The author was definitely the Light Blood Demon Emperor.
In the past, during that terrible war, the mad demon king single-handedly killed all of Jongnam's 100 inspectors.
'Fuck.'
Every single pore on Jang Il's face clogged and stood on end.
To him, the name Maje was a name that existed only in mythology. Although it was said to have happened only twenty years ago, those twenty years were a very distant past to Jang Il.
But then the ghosts of the past came back to life and appeared before them.
'Can you handle it?'
The calculation wasn't that difficult.
Absolutely impossible.
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Of course, Wei Yanhu is strong. Wei Shanhu is strong. Among those here, there is not a single person weaker than my age.
Still, it is impossible.
The bishops of the Demonic Cult were not only the leaders of the great sects at the time, but also the best of each sect, and they were beings who could easily beat them. In today's terms, they would be masters who surpassed Geomseon or Geomjon. Are you going to deal with such a person with only those here?
'It's like a dream!'
Perhaps, this was the moment when Wi Yeon-ho said, “If you’re uncertain, run away.” The moment I heard the word “mad horse,” everything became uncertain. It was the moment when I lost the confidence that I could deal with Wi Yeon-ho, no matter how great the opponent was.
'But why?'
Jang Il can't run away?
If it had been Jang Il in the past, he would have run away without looking back. Because running away with Jin Ye-ran was all he could do. That was a very reasonable and rational thought. His presence here was nothing more or less than a hindrance.
But now, Jang-il's feet were stuck to the floor and he wasn't moving at all.
“I don’t know much because I don’t have much knowledge, but I heard that being the bishop of the Demonic Cult is a very important position.”
“It’s not that great. If you just keep growing older in the new religion, you’ll just naturally rise to a higher position.”
“If I survive?”
“Yes. If you survive.”
If you think about how amazing it is to not be pushed out of that cult even as you grow older, you will realize how ridiculous the current mad horse's whining is.
“Why did someone like that come all the way here? This place is full of people who break out in hives just hearing the word ‘Ma’ in the word ‘Ma’.”
“Didn’t I tell you that there’s something I need to confirm? I have a nasty habit of not trusting anyone’s word until I see it with my own eyes. Even if it’s from another bishop.”
“So, did you check it?”
“Yes.”
“Then you can go now.”
The madman burst into laughter.
It wasn't that he was being absurd, but that he was actually being cheerful. It seemed like he hadn't seen anyone speak like that in decades.
“Yes, you are right. I can go now. However, I can’t just go back. I can’t just eat, so if I see it with my own eyes, shouldn’t I follow orders now?”
“Is there anyone who can give orders to someone like you, sir?”
"okay."
“It’s scary, that place called the Demonic Cult.”
“It’s a scary place.”
If you just listened to the conversation, it seemed like a conversation between a neighborhood old man and a child. But everyone here knew that this conversation was not just any conversation.
Every word, every word was like a knife swinging.
“What should I bring?”
“Hmm, I don’t know if it’s right for me to say that.”
"why?"
“It will be hard for me to accept it. So I think it would be better to deal with it by force for now.”
Wi Yeon-ho stuck out his lips.
“Hey, how dare you, old man, act so shamelessly. You’re the bishop of the Demonic Cult, and not only did you come here with a bunch of lumps hanging from your body, but you’re even using force.”
“What can I do? That’s the job I’m in charge of.”
“You should protest! What a waste of effort on that old man!”
This time, Gwangma didn't even try to keep up with Wei Yanhu's rhythm. He just quietly looked at Wei Yanhu with meaningful eyes.
“This is really strange.”
“……What is it?”
“You are so different from your father. He was a terrible man. But you don’t seem to resemble him at all.”
“I hear that a lot.”
“It might have a slightly different meaning. The father you see and the father I see are different people.”
"yes?"
The madman laughed loudly.
“That’s it for the conversation. I guess I’m just a little too excited to talk to a human after a dozen years.”
“Then I guess it’s okay if I talk to you a little more.”
“Hoo hoo hoo hoo.”
The madman smiled.
“You’ve stolen your father’s cunning. But that’s it. I know what you’re after, but support won’t come as quickly as you think. And even if support does come, the children I brought are formidable, so the weaklings of Hanam won’t be able to help you.”
"no way."
Wi Yeon-ho whetted his appetite.
“You’re really quick-witted.”
“As you get older, the only thing that changes is your perception.”
“It doesn’t seem like you just have a knack for it. It seems like you also have a lot of strength.”
“How do you know that?”
“Well, there is something like that. I heard that you used to be strong and were able to keep up with the people you were strong against, but now that I see you, I don’t think that’s true. If those gentlemen weren’t lying, then you must have become incredibly strong.”
Gwangma obediently acknowledged Wi Yeonho's words.
“It’s probably half and half. I don’t know who you’re talking about, but even during that war, I never once felt that the Central Plains’ warriors were strong. Even then, they weren’t even a match for me, but now the gap is even wider.”
“Well, I guess so.”
“So what? Will you just listen to me?”
Wi Yeon-ho scratched the back of his head.
“Uh, well, actually…….”
Wi Yeon-ho looked back once, looked at everyone, and sighed.
“To be honest, I don’t want to get involved with a strong gentleman like you. But the sad thing is, just like you said, my father and I are very different.”
“Hmm?”
Wi Yeon-ho smiled faintly.
“No matter how awkward the situation is, if I do as the Demon Lord says, my father will take up his sword and cut off my head to restore the honor of the family. Rather than watching that guy foaming at the mouth, I’d rather just fight with the Lord.”
"her?"
Although he was talking indirectly, this statement clearly meant that he wanted to have a go at him. That reckless guy was saying things that even the head of a decent sect would not say so carelessly.
"surely."
At the same time, Weishanho stepped forward to support Weyanho.
“I was taught that it is better to submit to the neighborhood dog than to the devil.”
“It’s extreme, but.”
“But it would be a child’s duty to follow even such extreme teachings.”
Srrrrrrrr.
The sword of the coral was slowly pulled out of its scabbard.
Slurp.
At the same time, he pulled out his sword and aimed it forward.
“If I had known this would happen, I would have made you practice less. I’m so weak I could die.”
“Amitabha, I agree with you.”
Musan also quietly took the seat next to Pengdo-geuk. When the four people filled the front, Jang Il slightly stepped back and took the seat next to Jin Ye-ran.
When Jin Ye-ran looked at him with strange eyes, Jang Il protested as if he was being treated unfairly.
“No, that guy told me to do this. It’s not that I don’t want to fight.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“And honestly, compared to those four, I’m no different from an ordinary person. Fighting alongside you would only be a nuisance.”
“I told you I didn’t say anything.”
Jang Il hit his chest.
And the mad horse was quietly watching the scene with its unchanging eyes.
“Time has really changed a lot, it seems.”
The madman laughed and laughed.
“I don’t know if it’s because you haven’t experienced it, or because it wasn’t properly conveyed. Well, then I guess I’ll have to tell you again. To you, the heaviness of the name of the new religion. Well, the heaviness… How dare you, how dare you!”
At that moment, a terrifying magical energy burst out from the mad horse's body like a storm. The mad horse shouted, his eyes flashing red in an instant.
“You little bastards ignore me! I’ll kill you all!”
Wi Yeon-ho sighed as he looked at the sight.
“What a crazy old man.”
And now I have to fight that crazy inspiration.
Risking one's life.