Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 543

#543

Taejonbirok Volume 22, Episode 18

Chapter 121: Lazy Man, Beating Up (3)

“Run!”

“I’m running!”

Jang Il was foaming at the mouth.

“……I’m, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t talk, Inma! It’s shaking!”

Jang Il was flanked by Zhuge Liang. No matter how confident he was in his newfound skill, keeping pace with the others proved impossible. Ultimately, Jang Il had no choice but to carry the lagging Zhuge Liang along.

“I’m sorry too, Your Majesty!”

“It’s okay.”

Wi Jeong-han was running with Peng Do-geuk tucked under his arm. Peng Do-geuk, despite his lack of skill, was no less skilled than Zhuge Liang. It was fine when they were able to break through the encirclement, as they couldn't reach maximum speed. However, after breaking through the encirclement, the gap widened dramatically.

“Run when it’s time to talk!”

Wi Yeon-ho roared like a coachman beating a horse's rump. Even those who would normally have criticized him now expressed no discontent.

It can't be helped.

“Chase!”

“They’re running away! Catch them!”

With the demonic cult closing in behind him like a pack of dogs, who would have the presence of mind to engage in a fight with Wei Yanho? Stretching even one step further was the only way to survive.

“Eww! Those damn bastards!”

Jang Il spat out a curse.

The Demonic Cult never gave up. Even though they had broken through the encirclement, the number of Demonic Cultists pursuing them hadn't diminished at all. There's a limit to what you can do.

“No, why are you chasing me like that!”

Jang Il was on the verge of turning back.

Intruders enter the sect. A small number of them, they set fire to the sect, and then flee. Is it right for all the disciples to rush in, eyes ablaze, to chase them down?

Wouldn't it be more realistic for a few people with quick feet and high skills to chase after them?

They say common sense doesn't apply to the Demonic Cult, and Jang Il felt with his whole body what that meant.

Jang-il turned his head slightly, then glanced back, then suddenly turned his head forward. His gaze sent chills down his spine. Ahead, cultists in black uniforms were chasing them with menacing eyes, and behind them, a cloud of dust rose.

“Eek!”

If all the things glimpsed through the dust were people, how many of them must be chasing them? Jang Il stopped thinking. It was a sight worth pondering.

“Kill him!”

“Catch him and kill him!”

The voice is heard vividly.

It was a shout, fueled by internal energy, so it was much louder than normal, but the fact that it could be heard clearly was terrifying. The eyes of the demonic cultists pursuing them were filled with unbearable hatred and rage.

“No, what are we doing like that…….”

Jang-il, who had been speaking, closed his mouth.

'That makes sense.'

What if someone came to the shack while he was away, stole his hidden treasure, and set it on fire?

Jang Il-do's eyes would have been bloodshot, and he would have searched the entire neighborhood to catch the culprit. Once he caught him, he would have beaten him to a pulp to ensure he never did anything like that again.

There was nothing to steal, and it would be the same feeling if a hut made of straw burned down, so how much more angry would one be when the holy place of the religion burned down?

'If you get caught, you'll be beaten to death with a spoon.'

I would never die a pretty death. It would be a more comfortable way to die, to be torn to pieces by their hands the moment I was caught. It was clear that if I were to be sent away alive, I would be a ghastly sight, unable to live or die.

“I’m catching up!”

“No! Why are they so fast!”

Tears welled up in Jang Il's eyes.

Even though he is a person with a certain level of lightness in the martial arts world, why doesn't he distance himself from others?

The reason Jang-il didn't run away when Wi Yeon-ho came up with his absurd plan and followed him here was because he was confident that he could escape no matter what happened.

And now Jang Il was realizing how ridiculously arrogant he had been.

The Demonic Cult was not called the Demonic Cult for nothing.

“They seem to have lost some of their strength.”

Wi Yeon-ho said, looking back slightly.

"If we go a little further, we might be able to open it. But we can't keep following like that."

“…….”

I didn't even have the energy to answer.

If Wei Yanho hadn't swung his sword and pushed them back every time the gap narrowed, they would have been caught long ago. The pursuit was that relentless and swift.

“……Should I die first?”

It felt like someone was poking his dantian with a needle. As they forcibly refilled his emptied stamina, his dantian began to slowly drain away. If this pursuit continued for even one more second, Jang Il would be left lying on the ground, wishing they would just kill him gently.

“Are you going to keep running away like this?”

“Then let’s fight?”

“There has to be a solution, a solution!”

“You should ask the person you are with, not me, for advice.”

“You are right!”

The man who dangled from Jang Il's side, Zhuge Liang, clapped his hands and nodded. He was a man who clearly demonstrated the meaning of the saying, "He lives in words but lives in vain."

“One way would be to go across Xinjiang and all the way to Xizang, but…….”

“You say that while running on your own two legs, you crazy bastard!”

Jang Il shouted. Jegal Munin nodded as if he understood Jang Il's point.

"I don't know about you, Lord, but the others don't seem to have the strength to do so. But it's not something to worry about. They're exhausted, too."

“Are you sure?”

"Of course. Our speed has dropped dramatically compared to a moment ago, and the gap isn't closing."

I think so too.

"Magic is more powerful than regular attack, but it's inferior in stamina. So, if you stall for just a little longer, you'll likely run out of stamina and be unable to keep up."

“……So, say that while running on all fours.”

Zhuge Liang's calculations appear sound at first glance, but they fail to account for the fact that Jang Il is running with Zhuge Liang in his arms. Alone, he might be able to escape, but in this situation, how could he possibly ward off pursuit?

“Listen, Inma!”

“I have to keep myself in check.”

“It seems like you’re just playing around?”

“Hey, why are you talking like that?”

Even though everyone was gasping for breath, only Wi Yeon-ho was running very calmly.

It was a day when I couldn't stand the sight of him.

'If you feel wronged, you have to become stronger, you idiot.'

I'd love to give him a good pat on the back, but if Wi Yeon-ho hadn't taken the lead, I wouldn't have been able to escape this encirclement. So…

But at that moment, Peng Do-geuk asked.

“But Yeonho.”

"why?"

The Pengdu-geuk hanging from Wi Jeong-han's side, like a Zhuge Liang, tilted its head in puzzlement.

“If you had just caught the five of us and run, wouldn’t you have been able to run away already?”

"huh."

Wi Yeon-ho answered calmly.

Jang Il's eyes rolled back.

“Is that okay?”

“Is there any reason why not?”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Tsk tsk.”

Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue.

"We're not trying to run away right now. We need to buy time, right?"

“…….”

"If we just run away, they'll form a pursuit force, and the main force will return to the central plains. That's why we're doing this now."

Zhuge Liang and Wei Zhenghan nodded. Wei Zhenghan seemed somewhat exhausted from running, but he seemed to fully agree with Wei Yanhu's opinion.

“And what if we catch up?”

“That won’t happen.”

"why?"

“Because I have no intention of catching up.”

Wi Yeon-ho glanced back.

"Those guys seem complicated, too. They can't seem to figure things out with just one head."

“……What the hell are you talking about, damn it.”

Jang Il gasped as if he couldn't understand what Wi Yeon-ho was saying.

'If I had intended to catch up with them from the beginning, I wouldn't have sent them.'

They might be able to capture Jang Il and the others. But they could never capture Wei Yanho. The Demonic Cult, which must have guessed Wei Yanho's inaction through the mad horse, would send an ordinary force to capture him?

This is absolutely impossible.

Yet, the bishop was nowhere to be seen among those pursuing him. This meant they had no intention of actively pursuing Wei Yanhu. Wei Yanhu's mind was becoming increasingly confused.

'What are you aiming for?'

They moved like brainless bodies. Even the most formidable of warriors would be overwhelmed and killed in an instant if confronted head-on. But there was no reason to engage them head-on, was there?

Even if the Demonic Cult was stupid, there was no way they couldn't have guessed this situation. So why waste time?

“It’s getting farther away. It seems like they’ve given up.”

"hmm……."

Wi Yeon-ho turned his head back. Indeed, the pursuers seemed to have stopped and were gradually moving away.

“Can I run a little slower…”

Before Wi Yeon-ho could even finish speaking, Jang Il threw Zhuge Liang away and lay down on the floor.

“Whew! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!”

“Is it hard?”

“Hey, I feel like my heart is going to pop out of my mouth.”

“Tsk.”

Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue. But since he knew Jang Il's reaction wasn't a joke, he didn't particularly criticize him.

“It stopped…….”

“It’s faster than I thought.”

Zhuge Liang said, dusting himself off.

"I thought the pursuit would last at least a couple more hours. And I expected a fierce battle with strong men along the way, but the pursuit wasn't as fierce as I thought. It was just noisy."

"yes?"

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head.

'It's strange… … .'

They ruined the sacred fire and set fire to the main temple. Through this, they even turned back the main temple of the Demonic Cult.

But the chase is just dull.

Doesn't something seem strange?

"what do you think about it?"

“I think I achieved my intended goal, but…….”

Zhuge Liang scratched his chin.

"The reaction is completely different from what we expected. I'm starting to think we might be misjudging something."

Wi Jeong-han also nodded.

"The cult I know wouldn't engage in such obvious pursuits. It's noisy and…."

“Like showing it?”

“That’s it.”

Jang-il raised his head slightly.

What do you mean, a tracking that seems to show off? With all those guys chasing after me?

“So what do you want to gain?”

"There's nothing to gain, so that's the problem. Even if you make a fuss about tracking them down like that, all you'll do is reveal that the headquarters is here…"

At that moment, Wei Zhenghan and Zhuge Liang's faces hardened.

“Is the main office here?”

“……The Central Plains are safe.”

“Did you get hit in the back?”

Wi Jeong-han's face turned pale.

“Poet, would you have expected that if you were the senior investigator?”

"It's a lot. Just as we were caught off guard, they were caught off guard too. No matter how much of a military leader you are…"

Jang-il asked with a blank expression.

“Please explain what you’re saying. I’m not very smart, so I can’t understand.”

Wi Jeong-han spoke in a stuttering tone.

"doesn't exist."

"yes?"

"The bishops and powerful figures who should be there are nowhere to be seen. If Wei Yanho had appeared, those who should have been deployed first and pursued are nowhere to be seen!"

"……yes?"

“Where do you think they went?”

Only one place came to Jang Il's mind.

If the madmen hadn't come here, there was only one place to go.

Central Plains.

The moment those words struck his mind, Jang-il's mind went blank as a blank sheet of paper.