Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 539

#539

Taejonbirok Volume 22, Episode 14

Chapter 120: The Lazy Runaway (4)

“Why is this here?”

Wi Jeong-han looked at Wi Yeon-ho and asked, but Wi Yeon-ho had no clear answer.

In fact, it's not an odd object to find anywhere in the world. It's just that this sword, of all things, is the Sword of the Coral Reef.

Wi Yeon-ho and Wi Jeong-han felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding at this moment. They couldn't understand exactly what this meant, but they had a premonition that it wouldn't be good for them.

Wei Yanho sighed deeply at that premonition.

“Finish this quickly and go, Father.”

“Hmm…….”

Wi Jeong-han nodded heavily.

There was no time to brood over something inexplicable. Even if not knowing why this sword was here now would one day bring them excruciating pain.

Wei Yanhu pulled out Wei Shanhu's sword.

Slurp.

The unmanaged longsword was pulled out with a dull sound. Wei Yanhu frowned slightly and looked at the sword.

When this sword was tucked into Wei San-ho's side, it always shone brightly. Wi San-ho, who believed that maintaining weapons was a fundamental skill for a warrior, polished it whenever he had the chance.

Maybe that's why.

It's so awkward that the blade isn't clear.

Just like the current relationship between Wei Yanhu and Wei Shanhu.

Okay.

Wi Yeon-ho's hand swung with a hint of irritation. He accurately cut the black object burning at the bottom of the black torch in half.

Grrrrr.

With a strange sound, the white flame shrank to a small size. But it didn't go out. The faint flame, on the verge of extinguishing, held its flame.

"song."

"hmm."

Wi Jeong-han no longer had any lingering attachment to the Holy Spirit. He had done everything he could.

"let's go!"

As Wi Jeong-han leaped from the beacon tower, Wi Yeon-ho followed. The group watching from below also began to follow the two, performing light-hearted maneuvers.

“Are you getting there soon?”

“Based on distance, it probably would be.”

Zhuge Liang added to Jang Il's answer.

“If we had run as fast as possible, we might have reached the castle by now.”

“Then there would be chaos.”

Wi Yeon-ho listened slightly.

A commotion was heard from above, but there was no significant change from a moment ago. So, we should assume this noise was the sound of demonic cult members running wild, trying to put out the fire.

As evidence, the sound echoing through the cave had not yet been heard.

“I think it’s still okay.”

“Then isn’t it getting out too quickly?”

Jang Il's face became sad at Wi Jeong-han's words.

"You've done enough, Grand Master. Honestly, I'm so exhausted right now I can barely breathe. Since they're going to chase you anyway, why don't you just run away?"

"For now, I agree. I'm starting to feel a little queasy right now."

It was only when we started running that it dawned on us how terrible they had been.

“Whew!”

Wi Jeong-han took a deep breath.

'I'm so nervous.'

Wi Jeong-han lived in a life-or-death battlefield. He lived in a place where it wouldn't be strange if he were beheaded tomorrow. He never even entertained the dreamy thought that he wouldn't die.

Even he, who had walked such a narrow path, was under extreme burden and pressure in the current situation.

Perhaps all the achievements he'd made in his past battles were less significant than this one moment. He had accomplished something truly remarkable.

“Yeonho!”

"yes."

“Is there any movement?”

“No. I don’t think it’s arrived yet.”

“Keep watching!”

"yes."

Wei Yanhu spoke calmly. Among them, Wei Yanhu's martial arts prowess was the highest, so it made sense for him to assess his surroundings. Trusting Wei Yanhu's abilities, Wei Zhenghan ran with all his might.

The wind is blowing from ahead. So, there must be an exit at the end of this…

"for a moment!"

At that moment, Wei Yanhu shouted.

Wi Jeong-han stretched his legs to the floor and straightened his body. The muscles in his legs bulged taut as he abruptly stopped running, deploying his full power in a lightness attack.

“What is it? What’s in front?”

Wi Jeong-han turned his head urgently. The voice he'd just heard was unusually high and urgent, unlike Wi Yeon-ho's. It clearly meant something had happened.

But Wei Yanho did not answer Wei Jeonghan's words.

His gaze was fixed on one side.

wall.

Wei Yanho's gaze, as he ran through the cave, was fixed on one side of the cave wall.

“That guy!”

Anger welled up in Wi Jeong-han's face.

There can't be anything on that wall. If Wei Yanhu is looking at something right now, it must be something on the other side of that wall.

If something were hidden behind the walls of such a gloomy cave, wouldn't it be too obvious?

"Hey, you punk! Are you still looking for wealth in this situation? What good is all that in this war?"

But Wei Yanho didn't answer, as if nothing had happened. Only then did Wei Jeonghan shut his mouth. Wei Yanho's expression was too serious to press him again.

Moreover, the bundle of valuables that had been carried like a sack until now had already been placed on the floor.

'what?'

Wi Jeong-han is Wi Yeon-ho's father.

Although there were many people in the world, he could confidently say that he was the one who had seen Wei Yanhu the most and for the longest time.

But, I swear, even he was seeing Wei Yanho's expression for the first time.

How should I describe that expression?

horror?

awe?

Or are you happy?

Or else… … .

Although it was difficult to clearly define it, Wei Yanhu was staring at the wall as if possessed, with a tired expression on his face.

'It's not a wall.'

Wi Yeon-ho's gaze wasn't on the wall, but somewhere beyond it. There was something beyond that wall.

Slurp.

The white sword was in Wei Yanho's hand. It emerged from its scabbard, illuminating the dark cave.

“You, you… what are you trying to do?”

Crunch!

Without a moment to stop him, Wei Yanhu swung his sword and split the wall.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

After a few more slashes, the wall splits cleanly like tofu cut with a kitchen knife.

Urrrrrr.

And then in an instant the cut part fell into pieces.

“This crazy guy!”

Jang-il shouted in horror. "Don't you think that if you cut away that much of the cave wall, the cave might collapse?"

But the situation wasn't conducive to criticism. Wi Yeon-ho, despite the insults, didn't even turn his head, and, as if possessed, walked down the path he'd created.

'What the heck?'

No one opened their mouths.

No one spoke.

Wei Yanho's face gradually became distorted, like a demon's. Even when he saw Wei Sanho, who had sided with the Demonic Cult, he hadn't reacted like this. Back then, his emotions were more intense and piercing, but he didn't harbor the same subtle fear he does now.

Are you afraid?

That thunderbolt guy?

He swung his sword, intending to strike down even the bishop of the Demonic Cult. He was the one who did not flinch even in the face of Kwon Geuk. This was Wi Yeon-ho.

That kind of Wei Yanho was now fed up with something.

That fact silenced everyone.

'What did you see?'

They couldn't tell what Wei Yanhu was seeing at the moment. They could only guess based on his reaction.

There is something.

Beyond this wall.

Something scary, something terrible.

Damn it.

Damn it.

Wei Yanhu's footsteps echoed through the cave like thunder. The quiet cave was filled only with Wei Yanhu's footsteps and the gulping sounds of those following him.

It is visible.

What's beyond the wall.

space.

There was a small space behind the wall that Wei Yanho had cut off.

A space that didn't seem particularly special. A small cave with not a single light, seemingly quite old.

That was all.

Wei Yanhu stopped still in the middle of the cave.

Unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, Jang-il tapped the poor floor and spoke.

“Judging by the lack of dust, it seems like someone had been in this area. There also seems to be an entrance over there.”

“…….”

“But I don’t think there was anything particularly special about it? There doesn’t seem to be any hidden place, it’s just… it’s just a cave. What’s so special about it?”

Wi Yeon-ho did not answer Jang Il's question.

Jang Il tried to press for an answer, but gave up. Instead, he followed Wi Yeon-ho's gaze. His gaze was fixed on the edge of the cave.

'What are you looking at?'

There is nothing, nothing.

All I could feel in this cave was a strange sense of melancholy.

It feels like I'm immersed in cold water…

'wait for a sec.'

Only then did Jang Il notice the change.

'You say it's gloomy?'

Entering an underground cave is understandably eerie. The temperature inside is colder than outside. But upon reflection, it was strange. They had been underground all along. Wasn't the place they had moved to also a cave?

Unless there is something special about this cave… … .

For example, if the entire cave were not made of perpetual iron and radiated cold air, it would not feel this eerie.

But this cave was nothing special, just an ordinary cave. So where did this chilling chill come from?

“……was here.”

"huh?"

Wei Yanho's mouth opened.

Jang Il opened his mouth as he watched Wei Yanho's change.

My blood is pounding.

Wei Yanho's eyes, always calm and sometimes playful, were bloodshot, as if he were shedding tears of blood.

Just by looking at the slightly twitching corners of his eyes, you could tell how violently Wei Yanho was agitated.

“It was here, it was here.”

Wi Yeon-ho raised his hand and pointed to the end of the cave.

Jang Il blinked his eyes several times.

There's nothing. I can assure you there's nothing here. But I think I see something.

hazy.

But clear.

And something… something incredibly creepy.

Just thinking about it takes my breath away! Overwhelming! Just thinking about it! Just thinking about it!

“Wake up, Inma!”

Zhuge Liang grabbed his shoulder.

“Huh!”

Only then did Jang Il take a deep breath and step back.

'What is it?'

There's nothing. So why do I feel this way?

Only then did Jang Il recall what Wi Yeon-ho had said.

It's not 'there is'.

It was 'there'.

Something unimaginably terrifying existed here until recently. And what it left behind now chokes Jang-il's breathing space.

Something that can't be happening.

It's something that can neither be imagined nor predicted. It's impossible.

But the moment he heard Wi Yeon-ho's next words, Jang Il couldn't help but be convinced.

Because it was the being that made everything possible.

“Cheonma…….”

Wi Yeon-ho spoke with emphasis, each word in a voice that seemed as if it were about to drip.

“Cheonma… Cheonma was here.”

Wi Yeon-ho closed his eyes.

existed.

Cheonma.

Until recently, there was a being here that could not be explained otherwise.

And… …and it moved.

It ended up moving.

'The Holy Spirit wasn't the problem.'

There was a being here who could truly turn the world into hell.

A true demon who will push everything in the world into eons of suffering.

as soon as.

Here.