Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 545

#545

Taejonbirok Volume 22, Episode 20

Chapter 121: Lazy Man, Beating Up (5)

“They are?”

“We are in pursuit now.”

“You still haven’t caught it?”

“As quick as a mouse.”

“I see.”

The blood horse quietly stroked his beard. His crimson beard fluttered in the dry wind blowing from Xinjiang.

“Is this really Wei Yanho?”

A subtle smile appeared on the blood demon's lips.

Their gaze was always fixed on the Central Plains, and they were bound to be sensitive to information about new powers emerging there. The name that had been most frequently heard by these Blood Demons was Wei Yanho.

I didn't just hear the name.

When they tried to turn the world upside down by rising from the volcano, it was Wei Yanho who stopped them, and it was Wei Yanho who survived even after joining hands with the Demon Emperor of Light.

How surprised I was when that proud mad demon emperor assessed that Wei Yanho possessed the martial arts powers of a bishop.

'It's a strange thing.'

Wi Yeon-ho.

Guangdongwei.

Of all people, it had to be Guangdongwei. Perhaps the greatest obstacle to their great undertaking was a Guangdongwei family member, and it was a coup de grace that he and Wei Shanhu grew up like brothers.

'I wonder if it's fun.'

The heavens have always been harsh to them.

From the beginning, they didn't desire the world. They simply wanted a place to settle down and live. Protestantism doesn't pursue radical proselytization, like wielding scriptures and swords and condemning non-believers to death. All they wanted was a small plot of land where they could grow crops.

But even that wasn't given.

Heaven was too harsh on them. Their countless efforts to seize the small slivers of Central Plains were repeatedly thwarted by the capricious nature of heaven, and each time, the new religion was forced to once again shiver in the cold and wind of this barren land, waiting for the next opportunity.

But from now on, things will be different.

'We no longer need your protection.'

There's no need to rely on vague, intangible things. They've already found salvation.

The new religion's heaven didn't exist above their heads. Their heaven was already breathing, with their feet firmly planted on the ground. If not yet, it will soon be.

“So isn’t that even more ridiculous?”

It is because of that fact that their lives are saved.

“Do we absolutely have to capture him?”

“Is it difficult?”

“It’s not easy.”

“If it’s difficult, it’s okay to miss it. Just don’t kill them.”

“How…….”

Suspicion lingered in the subordinate's eyes. But he soon realized that even suspicion was disrespectful, and he bowed his head deeply.

“Tsk.”

The blood horse clicked its tongue lightly.

Although he was a blasphemous man who could not be beheaded, he was different from other vicious bishops. He understood that at least there was ample room for such questions.

“There's no need to understand. There's no need to question. Just follow.”

"yes!"

“Do not doubt. It is Heaven’s will.”

"yes!"

The blood horse smiled subtly as he watched his subordinate answer.

'It is the will of heaven.'

It is literally the will of heaven.

"Don't sweat the small stuff. In the end, they all deserve the same ending. If you don't die now, you'll just die in hell. Heaven grants a fair death to all."

“I will keep that in mind.”

“Chase him.”

"yes!"

As the subordinate left, the blood demon stroked his chin.

'You idiots.'

There were still those who could not accept Heaven's will. How could it not be lamentable that even those who were considered Protestant bishops were unable to properly perceive the world?

The blood horse shook its head and got up from its seat.

“It’s a new investigation.”

His appearance is vivid.

It was too young to be considered young, but not quite mature either. The Blood Demon and the Divine Investigator clashed for supremacy. The battle was still undecided.

“This time there is no room for you.”

One thing that is unfortunate is that there is no way to decide the outcome.

A match only holds meaning when contested on equal footing. However, the Blood Demon now possesses a strategy and purpose that even the Divine Investigator could not even imagine.

He will never be able to see through his movements.

Who could have imagined that the most dangerous, sinister, and also great thing was happening in the middle of the Central Plains?

“No one will know.”

No one.

* * *

“It’s dangerous!”

The Tao of the Pengduo-geuk pierced the air like a ray of light. A red tiger-shaped sword sliced through the waist of a demonic cultist approaching Jang Il.

Paaaaat!

Blood spurted from the severed waist. Jang Il ran without looking back, his whole body soaked in the fountain of blood.

“Damn it!”

The urge to spit out is pouring out.

This is absolutely crazy.

I barely escaped. I managed to shake off the demonic cult's pursuit, dashing at me like I was out of my mind. But now they've turned and are once again breaking through the demonic cult's stronghold.

'I can't eat this, really!'

Living in the martial world, carrying a sword at your waist, is no different than living with the resolve to hand over your own head to someone else. The life of a martial artist is one where you never know when or where a sword might strike and decapitate you.

But even if he was Noh Kang-ho, who had made it as far as he could in the world of martial arts, would he have to face countless life-threatening situations like Jang-il did now?

Since becoming entangled with Wi Yeon-ho, Jang Il has truly felt like he is risking his life.

'This isn't my forte!'

Had he not met Wi Yeon-ho, Jang Il would have been safely behind the scenes, gathering information from everywhere. While his role was to lead a group of beggars, as numerous as the sands of the Yangtze River, it was also his responsibility to gather information from all directions and extract crucial information.

But after meeting Wi Yeon-ho, Jang Il's life changed drastically. He was forced to dedicate himself to a lifelong pursuit of martial arts, something he'd never felt a need for, and he was constantly forced into the grueling battlefields he'd thought he'd never encounter.

'That damn bastard.'

The Wei Yan Lake is a disaster.

Those who leave their mark on the world usually bring about a storm. Wherever they go, they become embroiled in trouble and solve problems. But in reality, most of these problems are the meddling of those so-called heroes.

By poking into things that others might not bother to meddle in or consider problematic, accidents erupt and problems arise. All these problems and accidents accumulate to create the hero's deeds.

But what about Wei Yanho?

'That kid is on a whole other level.'

Wei Yanhu doesn't create trouble. But wherever he goes, trouble naturally arises. It's as if heaven is forcing Wei Yanhu onto the path of heroism.

good night.

It's all good, this is it.

But why am I in this state too!

Jang Il had no intention of becoming a hero, nor the ability to become one. Even if he had to suffer, the only recognition he would receive would be that of Wi Yeon-ho's friend Gap-dol. But why should he endure such thorny paths of hardship just to achieve such fame?

No matter how I think about it, this is a losing business.

'Once I return to the Central Plains, I will never associate with that crazy guy again.'

Jang-il shuddered as he struck the arrow flying towards him.

There are too many crazy people in the world.

Even the guy running towards him now is like that. He's running at him with a terrifyingly creepy-looking penis, creaking and squealing.

Just looking at his rolled-back eyes or the drool flowing from the corners of his mouth, you can't help but think, 'Wow, this guy is seriously crazy.'

What's truly unfortunate and regrettable is that the common sense that the crazier someone is, the stronger they are applies to these guys.

Wood thud.

I was just blocking a flying sword, but I heard the sound of a bone breaking in my arm. It was so vivid that I had to turn my head to check if my arm was really broken.

Fortunately, his arm was still straight. Who knows, maybe it was already cracked and chipped, just like that.

“Amitabha!”

Kuuuung!

The person who was attacking Jang Il was hit by Musan's fist and bounced off.

‘Is Amitabha the Amitabha who freezes to death?’

There was something else that made Jang Il sad.

The truth is, madness isn't limited to enemies. Oh, and I'm not talking about Wei Yanhu, of course. Wei Yanhu is a truly lucid madman. There's no need to explain his madness again now.

The problem is that other guys besides Wi Yeon-ho are crazy too.

Especially that guy.

Musan was raging like a wounded wolf. No, the noble expression "wounded wolf" doesn't suit him right now. It's more accurate to call him a dog in heat.

“Ah! Me! Ta! Fire!”

Being disliked isn't something that can be done by breaking someone's head.

“That crazy bastard!”

When I told them not to curse while killing people, they responded, "We have to pray for their rebirth in paradise anyway, so wouldn't it be more efficient if we did it together?"

Are these the words that should come out of a monk's mouth? If the Buddha had heard this, he would have slapped him with his thick, large palm without questioning.

Musan was running wild, looking more like a demon than a demon, more like an Asura than a Buddha. Shaolin's yellow robes had already turned crimson, to the point where they could more properly be called red robes or blood robes.

How creepy is the sight of blood flowing down the bald head of the man who was cut off?

“Hahahaha! You devils! The Nahan I saw today will send you all to paradise!”

Who is Madunya?

Who is Madu?

Musan, with his imposing physique befitting a Shaolin monk, unleashed his mighty ninja skills and charged forward, sweeping away the demons with his Hwangryonggak in an instant. Those struck by his legs fell to the ground without even a scream.

“Hahahahahaha!”

“That crazy guy.”

Jang Il glanced back after giving a very appropriate and fair assessment.

“Mom!”

Jang-il flinched at the sight of Peng Do-geuk's gleaming eyes. Peng Do-geuk's eyes were filled with murder. Compared to those eyes, the eyes of the demonic cult members seemed like the innocent eyes of a five-year-old child.

“Dieee …

A powerful blast of energy emanates in all directions. Watching Peng Do-geuk smirk as he blows away people's limbs, I begin to doubt whether he is truly the timid Peng Do-geuk I once knew.

No matter how much the environment changes a person, isn't this almost like a change in one's nature?

“Ugh.”

Jang-il shook his head.

Just a few months.

It's really only been a few months.

Within a few months of hanging out with Wei Yanhu, Musan, who was considered the next leader of Shaolin, had become a bloody arhat, and the timid and kind Peng Do-geuk was turning into a heartless demon with no blood or tears.

'Me, am I okay?'

As questions about my own identity began to creep in, a piercing scream was heard from behind me.

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Run! Let’s go!”

That kid isn't in his right mind either.

Jang Il gritted his teeth as he listened to the shouting voice of Jegal Munin.

Damn, what if your personality changed a little?

That's not what's important. What's important is running now.

Where all this war will burn.

To the central plains.

“Run, beggar! Run!”

“…….”

It seems like he hasn't changed at all.

I've been a beggar since I was a beggar, and I'll always be a beggar.

It's a beggar, really.