Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 586

#586

Taejonbirok Volume 24, Episode 11

Chapter 130: The Lazy Man, Despairing (1)

“Come on, you little shit! Why are you doing this!”

“You’re crazy! Everyone’s crazy!”

“Don’t mess with the display! Don’t panic!”

“Eww!”

disarray.

And fear.

The battlefield turned into chaos in an instant.

It can't be helped.

Who wouldn't be flustered when a comrade who was just talking and fighting alongside you suddenly swings a sword at you?

What if a vivid magical energy emanates from that colleague's body?

“Back off! Now!”

Song Hyeon ground his teeth.

Although he is shouting 'back off' with his mouth, Song Hyeon also knows very well that this is not the situation.

Where on earth should I retreat to?

They were already deep inside the Baekgeomseong formation. This many men had dug into the formation, and now they were turning around and heading back out?

It's almost impossible.

The moment they turn, the White Sword Stars surrounding them will rush towards their backs.

You turn your back on people like me?

'It would be easier to die if I bit my tongue.'

They may have been pushing forward on momentum, but their abilities are in no way inferior to those of Shaolin or shamans. The moment they show their backs, they are left defenseless.

And there was no need to do that.

Baekgeomseong had already put a suitable distance between them. He didn't allow them to widen the gap, but he also didn't allow them to make direct contact with his sword.

The method of observing and pressuring was clearly revealed.

'Fuck.'

Song Hyun's gaze turned to Baek Hoe-myeong.

As I watched Baek Hoe-myeong leisurely watching them, something began to boil up in my stomach.

“That devil.”

He was a devil in many ways.

Like the way he laughs at people dying, or the devilish ability to do such absurd things.

'What on earth have you done! What on earth!'

The situation was becoming increasingly urgent.

One by one, those who had been convulsing began to run wild. At first, it was just a few causing trouble, but soon the number grew to dozens, then hundreds.

Hwaaaaaaaaaaah!

It's coming in.

Through the tip of the nose, through the skin.

The surging magic was sending a chilling shiver through my entire body. The moment the magic touched my skin, I found myself trembling involuntarily.

'Magirani!'

Why are they spewing out magic energy?

Song Hyun's face became increasingly pale.

If it were just a poisonous aura emanating from somewhere, I'd be more convinced. Just think of it as someone being poisoned. The question remains: how could so many people be poisoned simultaneously? But that's explained by the opponent's incredible power.

But Magirani.

What is magic? It's the energy emitted by those who have mastered magic. It's not something that can be emitted by external interference, like poison.

But which of these people will learn magic?

There might be one or two. After all, unmanned beings are drawn to strength. There's no guarantee that those who yearn for strength won't secretly learn magic.

But this many at the same time?

'Impossible!'

It's absolutely impossible. Before witnessing this situation with his own eyes, Song Hyun could have hung himself. No, even now, seeing it with his own eyes, he can.

It is absolutely impossible for these many people to learn magic while avoiding the eyes of the sect.

“What is going on!”

Song Hyeon, who had completely lost his composure, screamed.

As the head of the shaman clan, he had a duty to remain calm, but it was impossible to maintain composure in this situation.

“Cheongmu! Cheongjin!”

The disciples before him began to emanate magical energy from their bodies. Song Hyeon couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the overwhelming change.

Magi.

Magic is pouring out.

Those with black magic wrapped around their bodies twisted their bodies in a strange manner and looked up at the sky.

Open mouth.

Wide-open eyes.

The blood vessels in my eyes burst, turning them red and red again. The corners of my eyes tear and bloody tears flow out.

It was a terrible sight, one I didn't want to see even in my dreams. But the real problem began then.

“Kkiiiiiiii!”

It sounded like the howling of a small beast.

It's not loud. It's not threatening either. It's a chilling howl that sends chills down your spine the moment you hear it. As he lets out that howl, he swings his sword at anything he can get his hands on.

The shaman's Songmungo sword, a sword imbued with the shaman's soul, is embedded in the bodies of the four brothers.

“Cheongmuu …

Song Hyeon screamed.

He rolled his eyes and swung his sword. The power held at the tip of the sword was astonishing. However, the gentleness and precision that the shaman boasted were nowhere to be found.

"Death penalty! Why are you doing this? Death penalty! Come to your senses!"

“It’s so long!”

It was a complete disaster.

It emits magic energy.

He spits out blood from his mouth.

Their distorted faces were drenched in blood, and their protruding veins seemed poised to burst at any moment. Those transformed into these horrific figures brandished their swords.

“Priest! Why are you doing this? Come to your senses!”

Cannot be a match for each other.

Those who are now losing their minds and running wild are my comrades. They are my classmates. They are the ones I learned swordsmanship with and discussed the future of shamanism with. How could I possibly fight back if they lost their minds and attacked me?

All I could do was block the flying sword.

The number increases one by one.

Soon, when the number of those showing symptoms exceeded one-fifth, Song Hyeon's tightly clenched lips burst open.

If things continue like this, we will be completely destroyed.

There's no need for Baekgeomseong to intervene. They're holding it back for now, but it won't be long.

There is no need for them to intervene, if things continue as they are, they will collapse without being able to solve their internal problems.

So… what should we do?

“Press down!”

A loud scream was heard from somewhere.

Kuuuuung!

Soaring into the air, Shaolin disciples leaped onto the convulsing figures, crushing them. Simultaneously, those around them rushed in, crushing their limbs.

“Kaaaaaaah! Kaaaah!”

The madmen, their movements blocked, began to foam at the mouth and convulse. But they were suppressed more firmly.

Those who figured out how to deal with it began to apply the same methods to somehow catch those who were struggling.

'no.'

Song Hyun's face distorted.

This wasn't a solution. In fact, it made the situation worse. It took four or five people to subdue one person. And those holding down the struggling person were unable to take any other action.

Then what about Baekgeomseong?

How can you deal with Baekgeomseong?

Moreover, aren't the number of people showing symptoms gradually increasing? Soon, there will be a shortage of hands.

I'm shaking.

Song Hyun's hands were trembling. He had known from the beginning what decision he had to make. But he couldn't bring himself to make it.

The situation is getting worse and worse.

And the gaze of Baekgeomseong, as if watching his prey dying from exhaustion.

All of these things began to put pressure on Song Hyeon.

'okay.'

It's better to die doing something than to die without making a decision.

If he doesn't go to hell, who will?

There was a coldness in Song Hyeon's eyes.

“Kurrrrrrrr!”

A person caught his eye. A person with both arms and both legs held down, coughing up blood.

This person is going crazy.

“Priest.”

His priest was Songdam.

Song Hyeon quietly approached Song Dam. His disciples struggled to control his movements. Unable to swing their swords at the venerable leader of the Buddhist order, yet unable to risk death by a blind sword, they rushed forward with their bare bodies, risking injury, to block his movements.

Songdam struggled, spewing blood. Realizing his limbs were immobile, he stuck his head out, ready to bite.

“……It looks difficult.”

Song Hyeon smiled lightly.

Who can blame anyone? This situation was brought about by his own incompetence. If he had been a little more careful, it might not have come to this.

So he has to bear all of this.

“I’ll make it easy for you.”

Crunch.

Song Hyeon's sword slashed at Song Dam's neck with a single blow. Song Dam's head, severed from his body, fell to the floor. A fountain of blood gushed from his severed neck, and his headless body struggled before slowly falling to its knees.

“…….”

Those who were holding Songdam couldn't even open their mouths and just looked at Song Hyeon with wide eyes.

“Okay, long story…….”

“Listen, disciples!”

Under that gaze, Song Hyeon shouted as if declaring his inner strength.

“Bear! Cut down all those who show signs of madness!”

“Ha, that’s a long sentence!”

“It is an order!”

The sound of teeth grinding, lips biting, and sighs of disbelief.

All those sounds are painfully stuck in Song Hyeon's ears.

embrace.

What are the feelings of those who hear the order?

But now, there's no other way. Everyone knows this. The moment time drags on, no matter what, there's no avoiding the Baekgeomseong sword.

'I'll carry it.'

Song Hyeon's eyes were bloodshot.

A leader isn't there to make decisions. He's there to take responsibility. And now, as the head of the shaman clan, was the moment he had to take responsibility.

“What are you guys doing! Now!”

"yes!"

The sword is swung.

A wooden Buddha statue.

Abigyuhuan.

Those who fight back to back swing their swords with the will to take each other's lives.

The sword hesitated at first, but soon began to gather momentum.

Because no one wants to die.

I know that the one who's swinging his sword at them right now is a member of the Saenghyeongje. I also know that it's not intentional, but merely a problem that's caused.

But what does that mean?

No matter the situation, the ferocious momentum and murderous intent that rushes to cut his throat never fades. Those caught in the violent grip of the sword unknowingly begin to fight with a murderous intent.

The constant irritating magic and that horrible appearance only make them more and more sharp.

Die and be killed.

Brothers, allies, and friends began to shoot each other in the face, aiming for their necks.

Tears of blood flow from Song Hyeon's eyes.

'These devilish things.'

How can you do something like this?

'Why on earth!'

When did they get so possessed? When on earth did they get so possessed?

Song Hyun slowly turned around. Baek Hoe-myeong's face appeared before his eyes.

'Okay.'

Perhaps they will bury their bones here. Even if we could eliminate them all, the remaining forces would not be able to handle Baekgeomseong.

then!

'I'll put it in you too.'

This pain, this despair.

With his sword.

“Baekhoemyeooo …

Song Hyeon drew his sword and flew straight toward Baek Hoe-myeong. A blue ray of light pierced his blade. It possessed a sharpness and a murderous intent that belied the power of a shaman's sword.

His sword, no longer soft, flew straight towards Baek Hoe-myeong's neck.

Extremely sharp.

So sadly.