Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 531

#531

Taejonbirok Volume 22, Episode 6

Chapter 119: The Lazy Man, Commitment (1)

Setting fire isn't really that important.

What Wei Yanho was aiming for in the first place was to make them come back in panic.

So what can we do?

We have to make a fuss.

We need to make a scene, we need to shout. We're invading now, so we need to tell your main force to hurry up and send a messenger or run to let them know we're here.

huh?

… … No, well, that’s not exactly why I’m making a fuss.

I know it sounds like you're just saying that, but we're just like that.

what?

Do you understand?

What do you understand, Inma!

Ahem.

Anyway, getting things started wasn't that difficult. There were a few problems, though.

What's the problem?

It is said that there were still people who protected the Demonic Cult, which was thought to be completely uninhabited…

Well, that wasn't really a problem.

huh?

Oh, that's right… … .

It got even crazier in the meantime.

Who is it? Who is it?

That's him.

* * *

Pff …

There was a loud kicking sound of a leather bag.

Actually, there's no real analogy. Humans aren't all that different in composition from leather bags. So what's the difference between the sound of a person being kicked and the sound of a leather bag being kicked?

The difference was that leather bags couldn't scream as they flew away, but humans could scream cheerfully.

“Gyaaaa …

Those who were kicked by Wei Yanho and sent flying screamed loudly. Jang Il's face contorted as he watched the scene.

'What on earth did this thing come to be?'

Even if it's a deserted mountain, the Demonic Cult can't be completely empty. Even to control those who remain, a minimum number of troops is necessary. And even if it's a Demonic Cult, it can't stop Wei Yanhu if it leaves behind only a minimal number of troops.

It's just that he doesn't seem strong because he's so inhumane, but Wei Yanhu is a man who can single-handedly rush into Shaolin, pluck the abbot's beard, and then emerge effortlessly. In all of martial arts, there are probably fewer than ten people in the world who can physically stop Wei Yanhu's rampage.

No, what are ten fingers?

Due to the open nature of information handling, Jang Il knew better than anyone else the extent of the inaction of the renowned aristocrats. No matter how much he pondered it, he couldn't think of anyone in the current martial arts world who could be ranked above Wi Yeon-ho.

Even those who are rising up can't guarantee victory over Wei Yanhu. They're just barely good enough to avoid being beaten and humiliated by rushing in like so-and-so.

The Dark King was destroyed by the sword, the Heavenly Sword Master was disgraced, and even the world's best sword, the Heavenly Sword, was broken.

But the devil's cult's minions are blocking Wei Yanho?

That's nonsense.

There will undoubtedly be those within the Demonic Cult's main body who can defeat Wei Yanhu. The Demonic Cult's bishops would be more than capable of dealing with Wei Yanhu, and among them, there might even be those, like the Demon Emperor of Gwanghon, who could defeat Wei Yanhu.

But there's no bishop here. Even for the Demonic Cult, it would be impossible to oppose the Central Plains with the powerful force of a bishop at its headquarters.

So, from Wi Yeon-ho's perspective, this place is not a Mujugongsan, but a Mujugongsan.

“What kind of guy is this!”

“It’s this guy!”

Boohoo!

“Eww!”

It's comical.

That won't do, it's comical.

A suicide squad risked their lives to storm the Demonic Cult's main base to drive back the main force invading the Central Plains. They desperately attempted to disrupt the Demonic Cult's base, risking their lives if it were to return.

The description is full of tragedy, but in the scene before my eyes, I couldn't find even the slightest trace of tragedy.

The demonic cult bastards wielding swords rushed at Wi Yeon-ho, but Wi Yeon-ho kicked them away one by one, giving him the unforgettable experience of flying through the sky.

"I!"

Pfft!

“Guangdong!”

"Ppeu …

“It’s the Wei Yan Hoaaaaaaaaaa!”

It was Wei Yeon-ho's tearful cry that he would reveal his name to add a sense of crisis to the letter that was to be delivered to the main body.

'It's really amazing.'

Jang Il admitted it without hesitation.

Just the mere mention of Wei Yanho in the emergency report will double the sense of crisis.

Wei Yanho's presence now poses a definite threat to the Demonic Cult. No matter how bold they may be, they cannot ignore the fact that Wei Yanho has joined the main sect.

'And maybe… … .'

Jang Il bit his lip slightly.

Then he turned his head and looked to the side.

'also.'

Zhuge Liang's face didn't look so good. Unlike those frantically chasing Wei Yanhu, Zhuge Liang felt a distinct sense of crisis.

Jang Il's face hardened.

But he shouldn't show it. If his thoughts are correct, all he can do is silently support Wei Yanhu.

Wi Yeon-ho rushed towards the Demonic Cult's headquarters like a whirlwind. Perhaps, with his fury reaching this level, the news of his appearance in the Demonic Cult would somehow reach the headquarters.

"let's go!"

Wi Yeon-ho ran towards the main unit, forming a white line. The others also launched their lightness attacks with all their might.

'It's fucking fast, really.'

No matter how much strength he exerted in his legs, he couldn't catch up with Wei Yanho. Jang Il clenched his teeth, acutely aware of this fact. He didn't want to fall behind in light combat, at least not in light combat. He couldn't overtake, but he couldn't fall behind.

The expressions of the guards turned dark as they saw the rushing Wei Yanhu. Just looking at the white line of Wei Yanhu rushing towards them, it was clear that they were not worthy of facing him.

But they are the guards protecting the main unit.

Even if my life is at stake, I will not run away.

The warriors, holding long spears, aimed their spears forward and rushed towards Wei Yanhu.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

This time, there was no brisk sound. A bone-chilling crash erupted the moment I heard it, and the bodies of the warriors were swiftly flung left and right.

Kwaang! Kwaaaaang!

The thugs who were trapped in the building were causing the walls to collapse and raising a cloud of dust.

“You guys don’t look.”

Wi Yeon-ho spat out coldly and looked at the pavilion.

A nine-story pavilion.

Wi Yeon-ho, who saw the huge pavilion contrasting with the barren land and the shabby houses of the monks, laughed.

“You are rich.”

Then, without delay, Wei Yanho walked into the hall. The rest of the group followed, swallowing hard.

Despite its splendid exterior, the interior wasn't dazzling. Nor was it as gloomy as the cult's reputation suggests.

If I had to say, it has a neat and simple feel.

But it possessed a certain majesty. Perhaps it was the burden of the name "Demonic Cult," or perhaps it was the countless followers who held this place sacred and cherished it, but a strange sense of oppression weighed on me.

As soon as he entered, Wi Jeong-han shouted.

“Musan! Munin! Dogeuk!”

"yes!"

“Go outside and set it on fire!”

"yes!"

Jang-il looked at Wi Jeong-han with trembling eyes and said.

“Dae, Daehyeop, what about me?”

“You come with us.”

No, why!

Jang Il almost shouted.

If you want to take them, you should take that smart guy Jegalmun, or you can take Musan, the strongest among them. Why did you have to take him, who was neither here nor there?

But it was obvious that he would get what he deserved if he tried to disobey. Jang Il decided to ask realistic questions.

“Uh, where are you going?”

Wi Jeong-han said it as if it was no big deal.

"If this is the headquarters of the Demonic Cult, there must be a stronghold there. We're going there."

Gulp.

Jang-il swallowed dry saliva.

The "stop" didn't refer to that exact location. Every group, no matter where it was located, had a place it considered most important. Wi Jeonghan was now declaring his intention to find the place the Demonic Cult held most dear and completely destroy it.

'Do the demonic bastards know I'm here?'

You probably get it?

They may not be particularly interested in him, but they're likely aware that he's working with Wei Yanho. Wei Yanho is a key figure within the Demonic Cult, and it's highly unlikely they haven't investigated his surroundings.

Even if they hadn't investigated, the moment they joined Yeommong's reconnaissance team, their personal information would have been revealed in detail and fallen into the hands of the Demonic Cult. That means…

'The demonic bastards will come rushing in like a swarm of bees with their eyes on fire.'

The Demonic Cult will never forgive those who have overturned the Holy Land. The moment they commit this act, they will become the highest-ranking target of the Demonic Cult's extermination.

Still, there was only one reason why I wasn't particularly worried.

'It's already up!'

Tears welled up in Jang-il's eyes.

Even if they didn't achieve the feat of destroying the holy land, the moment they invaded the Demonic Cult and devastated it, they became people that the Demonic Cult could never forgive.

Whether we die this way or that way, we're all going to die anyway, so what's there to worry about?

“Is it upstairs?”

Jang Il decided to be bold.

If you're going to die anyway, you should die with dignity. That way, your name will be recorded in history.

Jang Il wanted to live as a commoner rather than die as a great man, but if he was going to die anyway, he wanted to die on a good note.

“Down.”

Wi Jeong-han lowered his head.

"The important things are underground. There's no way a palace this size wouldn't have a secret underground chamber. Find it."

"yes!"

Wi Jeong-han moved left and right, touching various places. If it was a crucial location, he would protect it through the organ. He was trying to find where the organ was moving.

Jang Il also tapped here and there on the floor.

They wouldn't have built an underground space with iron for all eternity, so they calculated that they would just have to find out where the underground space was and drill through the floor to get in.

And Wei Yanho was frantically searching here and there, putting everything of value into a sack.

“…….”

“…….”

Wi Jeong-han and Jang Il stared blankly at Wi Yeon-ho. Wi Yeon-ho, who was tearing off the silk draping the wall, turned his head to look at the two.

"why?"

“……What are you doing?”

“Are you saving up for food?”

“…….”

Jang Il had nothing more to say, and Wi Jeonghan did not want to say anything more.

'What's the point of arguing?'

'That's just how he is.'

The two resigned themselves and quickly devoted themselves to their work. They were the kind of people who simply turned a blind eye to their children stealing from someone else's home… no, robbing.

Well, now that they've been confirmed as arsonists, what's so bad about adding theft to that?

“Hey, over here!”

At that moment, Jang-il shouted loudly.

“The floor here is empty!”

The moment Wi Jeong-han was delighted and about to run towards Jang-il… … .

“……These days, rats are so fearless. Where do you think you are?”

Everyone's bodies froze at the ominous sound coming from the entrance.

No, not everyone.

Even at that moment, Wi Yeon-ho was happily carrying the pure white porcelain into a sack.

“How much will this cost?”

The old man who came in through the entrance couldn't close his gaping mouth at his calm and composed reaction.