Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 643

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Taejonbirok Volume 26, Episode 18

Chapter 141: The Lazy Man, Using His Strength (3)

“Good job!”

Wi Yeon-ho swung both arms wildly.

The spirit of the Eorim Army was sky-high. Even Wi Yeon-ho, watching, was determined not to mess with the man swinging his spear at the very front.

The power of the Eorim Army was that great.

“Hehehe…….”

Even the new detective couldn't hide his despair.

'They say the reason the Imperial Palace doesn't deal with the martial arts world is because of the barbarians from the north, and that's not entirely wrong.'

Of course, even the most incompetent of warriors would be unable to conquer the martial arts world. There are two reasons they can flaunt such might.

One is that, paradoxically, there are a huge number of Baekgeomseongdo.

For a broom to be effective, it needs to sweep up a lot of material. Flying dust can't be swept away. A small group of skilled players would be a challenge for the Eorim Army. However, those gathered there were perfect prey for the Eorim Army.

And the other thing is that Wei Yanhu was the first to run wild.

To face such a force, Baekgeomseong would naturally have to prepare its formation. However, Baekgeomseong was so focused on confronting Wi Yeonho that its battle lines were in disarray.

There is no way that the Baekgeomseong can withstand the attack of the Eorim Army.

'But even so, it is certain that it is strong.'

No matter how much reason there is, if you don't have the natural strength, you can't possibly push back against that Baekgeomseong.

The strength of the Eorim Army exceeded the world's expectations. It even surpassed Shin Gi-su's expectations.

'They say the Imperial Palace lost its power as it was manipulated by the eunuchs, but even if the Imperial Palace didn't know, the military was steadily increasing its power.'

I felt both admiration and regret.

If the Imperial Palace had definitely helped the martial arts world during the past war with the Demonic Cult, the damage might not have been so great.

'That's foolish.'

I know why the palace didn't step forward.

No matter how external the Demonic Cult is and how much the martial arts world is the Central Plains, from the Imperial Palace's perspective, the Central Plains are also just as much sword-wielding thugs. Therefore, they must have hoped to weaken each other.

But the war had become entrenched, and by then it would have been difficult to intervene. And this time, the political alliance seemed at a disadvantage, so they'd probably backed down.

Although his true intentions were clearly visible and his stomach was in turmoil, Shin Gi-su felt like he wanted to borrow a cat's paw.

If the palace helped, I should bow in gratitude, I was in no position to complain.

'I'm glad you came now!'

Now there is only one thing left.

I needed to intervene before the momentum completely shifted. But even that wasn't easy. If I approached them clumsily and they unleashed a fit of rage, I'd be criticized for ruining a meal.

then?

“Shaolin! Shaman! Namgung!”

“Give your order!”

“Form an attack force centered around those who have not yet experienced a seizure.”

If you've been through it once and been okay with it, there won't be a problem.

In any case, what they need to do now isn't to commit all their strength to solidify their victory. That's already done. All they need to do is make a show of it before it's too late.

"Our positions have changed, Baekgeomseong. So, what do you plan to do now?"

A leisurely smile appeared on the detective's lips.

'this…….'

In contrast to the relaxed face of the Shin Gi-su-sa, the face of the Cheonryu Sword was dark and dead.

I didn't expect it at all.

'Why didn't I think of that!'

The world isn't just about the martial arts world. In fact, compared to the rest of the world, the martial arts world is a tiny fraction of it. I should have considered the possibility of the imperial palace intervening at any moment, but I foolishly failed to consider it.

No, I did.

Apparently, when they first prepared to invade the Central Plains, the imperial palace was also within their borders.

How did I miss it?

Cheonryu Sword's gaze followed Wei Yanho.

If everything had gone according to plan, this wouldn't have happened. Things don't always go as planned, and variables are always involved, but the variable known as Wei Yanho completely shattered their expectations.

So this is how things happened.

“Uncle!”

Baek Hoe-myeong's urgent voice was heard.

I knew all too well what that voice meant. It meant that if I didn't take action right now, I would collapse.

But what can be done?

There were two things that the Cheonryu Sword could do now.

Either resist with all your might and watch the Baekgeomseong slowly crumble, or surrender quickly and save the lives of those who remain.

Or maybe we can just watch it slowly be annihilated.

There was no choice he wanted anywhere.

Can't win.

Jeongmu-maeng, who slowly approaches them while baring his teeth, Eorim-gun, who is mercilessly trampling them with spears and swords even at this very moment, and above all else… … .

The most frightening thing is Wei Yanho, who is quietly gathering strength while keeping his distance.

I gave that monster time.

Even if we can reorganize the Eorim Army, we'll still have to fight the recharged Wei Yanhu. After that, the Jeongmu Alliance will attack again.

I can't win.

“Why!”

The Cheonryu Sword roared.

“Why is heaven so generous to them!”

Tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

Was condemnation this difficult?

They waited for three hundred years. For three hundred years, the ten thousand swords and hundreds of families awaited the moment when this bitter grudge would be resolved.

The justification is theirs.

They also put in several times more effort.

But why!

But why do they lose again? Why!

“How can you be so cruel!”

The sound of the Thousand-Ryu Sword shook my whole body.

It was a desperate, extremely desperate cry.

Gray clouds gather and cover the sky.

Even the heavens seemed to close their eyes to the screams of the Thousand-Ryu Sword. Perhaps it was because it could not ignore the indignation of a single human being. The sky summoned clouds, obscuring its blue form.

Seeing that sight, Cheonryu Sword burst into flames.

Are you saying that you don't know shame?

Shame on you!

How did it end up like this?

They are lawless.

They are extremely cruel.

Aren't these the people who massacred innocents and then pretended to be saints? If heaven exists and punishes sinners, then this could never happen.

Why!

“Why, why, why, why!”

Darkness falls.

As if unable to bear the sight of the innocent perishing, light was obscured by clouds, and darkness reigned over the world. Thunder and lightning crashed down like screams.

The sight seemed to signify the end of Baekgeomseong, making Cheonryu Sword even more painful.

“Why the heck!”

The moment when the aging of the Cheonryu Sword threatens to take its own life.

“Fool.”

The body of the Cheonryu Sword stopped.

"Heaven doesn't help anyone. If you want something, you have to grab it yourself. Are you saying you don't even know that yet?"

It's split.

The gray clouds part.

It was like a scene of heaven and earth being created.

A long line seemed to form in the clouds that filled the sky, and then the clouds suddenly split left and right, and dazzling light began to pour down onto the ground.

It was such a magnificent sight.

Those who were attacking also put away their spears and swords.

Even those being chased stop and look up at the sky.

Someone changed the world right now.

He split the sky, cleared the clouds, and brought the sun.

The spectacle left everyone speechless. They even forgot they had to do something.

I can't even breathe.

Those who saw the miracle before their eyes were at a loss as to what to do.

I don't know where to look.

The raised leg doesn't know where to step.

The world stops.

The thunder and lightning subsided, the clouds parted, and in the midst of the pouring sunlight stood a man.

old man.

An old man wearing a pure white robe was standing there as if nothing had happened.

But everyone here knows.

That's the old man.

That old man just split the sky.

Everyone was looking at the old man as if they had seen a ghost.

Even the Eorim Army, who had been charging into Baekgeomseong with incredible momentum, stopped dead in its tracks. It wasn't just humans who were paralyzed by this incomprehensible phenomenon. Even the meticulously trained warhorses were losing their way.

The same was true for the Jeongmu Alliance.

I saw it with my own eyes.

But I can't believe it.

If you don't even understand what you see yourself, what are you supposed to do?

And even Baekgeomseong looked back at the old man, forgetting what he was going to say and do.

Overwhelming presence.

It seemed like only old people existed in this world.

The old man split the sky with a single sword and stopped the war.

Dancheon.

The sword that cuts the sky.

“……Dancheon Sword.”

A groan escaped the detective's mouth.

Dancheon Sword Baekgongdo (White Sky Path).

The lord of Baekgeomseong.

And the head of the Ten Thousand Swords, Baek Gong-do, finally appeared in this place. After glancing over Eorim-gun and Jeongmu-maeng, Baek Gong-do turned his head and looked at Baek Gong-ui, the Heavenly Sword.

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“…….”

“You don’t know anything yet.”

"older brother……."

"The heavens have never smiled upon Man-geom. So what more could you ask for?"

Heat rose up Cheonryu Geom's face.

come.

This person has finally arrived here.

And that means the direction of this war is now decided.

Single-edged sword Baek Gong-do.

I know the Cheonryu Sword.

The old man is stronger than anyone else in the world, and his sword is sharper than anything else in the world.

If there is anyone in the world right now who can bear the name of Ten Thousand Swords, it is only Baek Gong-do.

Why has Baekgeomseong been so difficult until now?

There is only one.

This is because Baek Gong-do, the head of the Man-geom clan, did not come forward.

But not anymore.

Now that Baek Gong-do has moved, the world will no longer be able to withstand the ten thousand swords.

“You’ve been through quite a bit.”

“I am so ugly…….”

“It was done.”

Baek Gong-do waved his hand.

"How could it be your fault? If there was any fault, it was mine. I knew I should lead everyone myself, but I couldn't. I was just caught up in delusion."

There is a bitterness to it.

Still, Baek Gong-ui couldn't understand Baek Gong-do. Why did he look so forlorn even in this situation? Why did his face remain shadowed?

"So many died. So many. Yes, they were useless sacrifices. Just meaningless blood."

Baek Gong-ui turned his head.

“Are you Wei Yan Ho?”

“…….”

Wi Yeon-ho flinched.

And then he didn't answer.

The new detective secretly urges Wi Yeon-ho.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

"……grandfather."

"huh?"

“That old man, he’s really strong, isn’t he?”

“…….”

“Isn’t that a level that isn’t human?”

The detective's eyes trembled.

Is it even possible for Wei Yanho to say this?

So, just how strong is Baekgongdo?

'After all, he is the one who cut the sky with a single sword.'

I couldn't believe it even after seeing it.

Of course, that wasn't the sky. What he was looking at wasn't the sky, but the clouds.

But what difference does that make? If you can cut through the clouds with a sword, it's no exaggeration to say you can cut through the sky.

Baek Gong-do looked at Wi Yeon-ho quietly and opened his mouth.

“Let’s finish this now, child.”

Wi Yeon-ho slowly took a step back.