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Taejonbirok Volume 15 Episode 25
Chapter 87: Lazy, Real (5)
"otic?"
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“…….”
Wisanho looked at Gwanghyeolmaje with a face like, "What the hell are you talking about?"
“To joke in this situation? You seem to be underestimating me.”
“It’s a shame that you think I underestimate you. I’ve never done that before.”
The bloodthirsty demon smiled brightly.
“What’s the point of taking someone like me to school?”
“The Church welcomes those who are converted. Who would object to someone with talent like you entrusting yourself to the Holy Fire? Everyone would be happy. They are not so stupid as to not know that increasing one follower is worth a thousand or ten thousand times more than taking one life.”
The falling rainwater flowed down Wisanho's face.
His eyes did not leave the eyes of the demon king as if trying to figure out his true intentions.
But it was difficult to read the mind of the old demon.
“The answer is? I am a busy person.”
The coral sighed softly.
The answer was decided from the beginning.
“That’s not worth listening to.”
“……That’s unexpected.”
The bloodthirsty demon looked at Wisanho with a slightly surprised expression.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to save your little brother? You don’t think that just because I’m tired, you can stop me and protect your little brother, do you?”
Weishanho already knew what answer he had to give. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the Kwanghyeolmaje without other support. Just standing in front of him made him feel like his body was going to crumble under the pressure.
“It’s not that stupid.”
“And you still refuse my offer? You want to die with me? That’s incredibly stupid.”
The coral laughed slyly.
“Maybe so.”
“Why does someone who looks quite smart act so stupidly? He doesn’t seem to have poor judgment, though. I’ve heard of the name Cheokmageom Wisanho before. But that Cheokmageom guy is so stupid…….”
“It’s not stupid.”
The bloodthirsty demon looked at the coral reef quietly.
“Because I know that it is better to die together than to be left alone. If I go to you to save Yeonho, do you think Yeonho will bow to me in gratitude? He will be jumping around on the outside, saying he will kill me or save me, but inside he will rot and decay. Sometimes, that is worse than death.”
"hmm……."
The bloodthirsty demon looked at the coral reef with renewed eyes.
“It’s a tearful brotherhood. But I can’t deny that it’s stupid.”
“You can think whatever you want.”
Weishanho quietly raised his sword. No matter how much he tried to explain it to the author, he would never be able to understand his feelings.
After losing Wei Yanhu through his own mistake, he lived in hell. It was not a life that was alive. He could not make Wei Yanhu experience the same terrible experience.
It is a well-known fact that it is better to be alive than dead, but the well-known fact is not always right.
“They really do look alike.”
The bloodthirsty demon muttered.
He was someone who brought up old memories, having extraordinary strength but also being easily swayed by emotions, or always dreaming of ideals instead of facing reality…
“Brother… yes, brothers are important. Then what if I ask for one more thing?”
“One thing?”
Wisanho looked at Gwanghyeommaje with blank eyes.
It wasn't because of what he said.
Because complex and subtle emotions that could not be expressed in words appeared on the face of the demon king.
“I’ll tell you one truth. If your heart doesn’t change after hearing that truth, I have no choice but to kill you.”
The bloodthirsty demon slowly opened his mouth.
“Fuck!”
Jang Il was keenly aware of his own helplessness.
'Gap? Difference? This crazy guy!'
What kind of nonsense is that, saying that he can't surpass Wei Yanhu because he's so strong? Right now, he can't even handle a single mine in front of him.
What's the difference between someone who can't even walk right now and someone who says they won't walk because they don't have confidence?
“Eww!”
Jang-il pushed Mine forward while letting out a blood-curdling scream. It seemed that he had never used the Gangryong Shippaljang so intensely in his life.
Still, it doesn't work.
Jang Il couldn't help but feel this way. As a warrior, he had never faced a wall that he had to overcome. Even when he fought someone stronger than him, his life was never at stake, and even if he lost, there was no great harm done.
You have never tried to overcome something with all your might in a situation where it is obvious that if you don't win, you will die.
'When did the difference become this big?'
At first, his target was not Wei Yanhu, but Wei Shanhu. Wei Shanhu, the Sword of the Mages, was everyone's idol and everyone's goal. Although he joked, he never once thought that the difference between him and Wei Shanhu was that great.
But now I know.
The difference between him, who grew up like a greenhouse flower, and Wisanho, who had been through countless battles chasing after Mines. That small gap had grown wider and wider, and now it had widened to the point where they could not dare stand next to each other.
That fact was bothering him.
Just because he had taken the easier path a few times, he was no help in this dire situation. Even if Wei Yanhu and Wei Shanhu were dying right before his eyes, he could do nothing right now. Just because he was blocked by this nameless mine.
What could be more hellish for an unmanned person than this?
Tears of blood flowed from Jang Il's eyes.
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The sight was so gruesome that even the man blocking Jang-il could not bring himself to laugh at him.
If it were normal, I would have laughed at the beggar for shedding tears, but since he is human, I cannot laugh at this sight.
“Vicky!”
“Huh!”
The face of the mine blocking the Gangryong Shippaljang began to distort.
'What the heck is this?'
Usually, when you get excited, you can't even properly display your original skills. However, this guy was gradually becoming more sophisticated and stronger. At first, it was fun to block, but now it's to the point where you have to be nervous.
And at that moment.
“Eww!”
Beside them, the aura emitted by the Pengdu pole swept in like a storm.
“Huh!”
"omg!"
Mine and Jang-il simultaneously shouted guards and left the place. That was how threatening the Pengdo-geuk's power was. It was a sight that Jang-il had been thinking of until now and could never have created with the power of Pengdo-geuk.
The pottery flickered, and the Pengdo-geuk, which had reappeared in its place, was barely able to support its staggering body. Its face was pale, as if it had drawn out its strength to its limit.
But that expression was still seething.
He too, like Jang Il, seemed to feel helpless, and his distorted face was hard to straighten.
Jang Il stepped back and landed on the floor, taking a deep breath.
The orders the mines received were simply to stop them, and as the distance grew, they stopped targeting them and just watched.
'Fuck.'
The rain kept pouring down and getting into his eyes. Jang-il raised his hand and wiped his eyes.
How many people have died feeling this helplessness?
I felt like I could now understand how terrible the war with the Demonic Cult, which I had only known in my head, must have actually been.
Ultimately, knowledge cannot be alive unless it is embodied in the body. It was Jang Il's misfortune to realize this fact now.
An odd silence flowed.
The Jang-ils knew that even if they charged again, they would not be able to turn the current situation around, so they had to find something new, and the Mines had no need to waste their energy on the Jang-ils as long as they did not charge at them.
Because of that, a standoff occurred where they glared at each other.
Naturally, everyone's eyes turned to Wisanho. And at that moment, Wisanho's body began to sway.
“Do you know the Great Hemp?”
“……Is there anyone who doesn’t know that name?”
“I see. Of course I should know.”
Weichan felt a subtle discrepancy. The 'I know' that Weichan said and the 'I know' that Gwanghyeolmaje said were the same word, but they seemed to have different meanings.
Anyone who lived in the world of martial arts could not help but know the name of the Great Demon Emperor. As the leader of the Demonic Cult, he led the demons to invade the world of martial arts.
How could one not know the leader of the Demonic Cult and the undisputed greatest swordsman of the previous generation who made all the martial artists in the world tremble for a moment?
But the tone of the Gwanghyeolmaje was a little different.
Now the Blood Demon Emperor was saying that you must never know the name of the Great Demon Emperor.
“How much do you know about the Great Cannabis Festival?”
“……How much is it?”
Wi San-ho was increasingly unable to understand the Gwanghyeommaje.
What do you want to talk about, Iza?
What use is it to know anything about the previous leader of the Demonic Cult who is already dead?
As if he knew his feelings, the Gwanghyeolmaje raised the corners of his lips.
“The Great Demon Emperor was extremely strong. He led us as the leader. However, at the last moment when everything could have been completed, he eventually collapsed. If not, the world would have already been under the rule of the new religion. Because of that, we had to groan in the outskirts for a long time. We have been longing for someone like the Great Demon Emperor to appear again, and for the name of the new religion to spread throughout the world once again.”
Wi San-ho said as if he couldn't understand.
“Aren’t you thinking of doing it yourself?”
The Gwanghyeolmaje's smile grew even deeper.
“Do you know the word ‘Ma-hyeol (魔血)’?”
The space between Wi San-ho's eyebrows narrowed.
“I’m talking about a body optimized for magic. It’s connected by bloodlines. What we need to achieve in ten years, someone with the magic bloodline can do in one year.”
“Is that possible?”
“It’s not a question of whether it’s possible or not. It’s a question of whether it exists or not. The demon blood exists. The Great Demon Emperor was the last successor to the demon blood. Until recently, I thought so too.”
'Until recently?'
What that means is that the successor of the Demon Blood has recently reappeared. That means… … .
“The Great Emperor had a son. A son that even we didn’t know about. You can probably guess by now, right? The young son of the Great Emperor was handed over to a guy from Jungwon, not us. And he kept that fact a secret and raised him as his own son. Until now.”
The pupils of Weichan's eyes shook.
I can't believe it.
But I can understand.
If what he said is true, then it would explain why the Bloodthirsty Demon King had been telling him such nonsense all this time.
then?
The coral slowly turned its head.
And he looked at Wi Yeon-ho with trembling eyes.
The fallen Wei Yanhu.
A heavy rain was pouring down on him as he lay miserably collapsed.
"no way……."
The bloodthirsty demon looked at the coral reef quietly and shook his head.
“It’s not him. You are the blood demon, Wisanho. No…….”
The bloodthirsty demon spoke grandly and with the utmost seriousness.
“Should I call it red coral?”
Thunder and lightning struck loudly.
As if to hide this terrible fact.