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Taejonbirok Volume 27, Episode 11
Chapter 145: The Lazy Man Reaches (1)
Saga looked at the Gwanggu Shingae with a tense expression.
I had heard that the situation at the volcano was not ideal, but hearing it directly from the person involved was enough to create tension in the listener.
“Was the Demonic Cult really that strong?”
“What have you heard so far?”
“……No. I know you’re strong, but…….”
Saga whetted his appetite.
I'd heard enough times about how powerful the Demonic Cult was. But Wi Yeon-ho survived by allying with the Demonic Cult's bishop, and after growing up, he defeated two of them.
So, the gap between what you know and what you feel is bound to widen.
"I see what you're thinking. So you still don't understand Wei Yanho either."
“Hmm…….”
Saga nodded heavily. Gwanggu Shingae's words were correct.
"The Demonic Cult is strong. Truly strong. It's the strongest single organization in history, so you can't describe it with words like that. In fact, such adjectives actually diminish its strength."
“If you cut it down…….”
"The strongest single group in history doesn't mean it's the strongest among single groups. It also means that among the alliances, there was one that was stronger than the Demonic Cult."
"ah!"
"That's a clever way for the Central Plains to disparage the Demonic Cult. In reality, the Demonic Cult was stronger than the Jeongwu Alliance. Even the Jeongwu Alliance, which boasted over five-tenths of the entire martial arts world, couldn't stand a chance against the Demonic Cult on its own."
Saga nodded.
“I have a question.”
“Speak up.”
“How on earth is the Demonic Cult so strong?”
"huh?"
Gwanggu Shingae looked at Saga with a bewildered expression. It was a somewhat unexpected question.
"If you think about it, isn't it strange? Don't the Central Plains martial artists dedicate their entire lives to training?"
"yes."
"While it's true that magic attacks are superior to regular attacks in terms of destructive power, it's not like regular attacks are significantly inferior. It's hard to understand why the more numerous Central Plains can't handle a single demonic sect. In fact, if we objectively assess the situation, shouldn't we acknowledge that magic attacks are superior to regular attacks?"
The Gwanggu Shingae frowned.
Saga swallowed slightly.
The notion that magical power can surpass pure power is practically taboo among martial artists. Even though Gwanggu Shingae has stepped back from the martial world, it may have touched a nerve.
“There is something like that.”
"……yes?"
“The magic is a bit strong.”
“…….”
However, Gwanggu Shingae's reaction was completely beyond Saga's expectations.
“T-Tell me, can I admit that?”
“Well, that’s true.”
The eagle blew into his mouth after picking his ears.
"There's nothing wrong with what you say. In fact, the situations of the Central Plains and the Demonic Cult are embarrassing to even compare. There's no need to argue about who has the better situation: us, who occupy the fertile lands of the Central Plains, or the Demonic Cult, who live in that barren land."
Gwanggu Shingae shrugged his shoulders.
“But just because the environment is good doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll become stronger.”
It's common for those in harsh environments to harbor resentment and grow stronger. In most cases, the more favorable the environment, the more likely it is for the environment to be favorable.
"Just because the Central Plains swapped places with the Demonic Cult doesn't mean they'll lose. That's not what matters. It's a question of who's more desperate and who's putting in the effort. Honestly, in this regard, the Central Plains couldn't keep up with the Demonic Cult. Their obsession was frightening."
“It seems the Demonic Cult won in their desire for the Central Plains.”
“There is something like that too.”
The Gwanggu Shingae chuckled.
"They're a religion, aren't they? Fanatics obsessed with religion often display a fervor that's difficult for the average person to grasp."
“Hmm…….”
“And what you said is true. The magic of that time was definitely better than the true magic of the Central Plains in many ways.”
“…….”
Saga narrowed his eyes.
Even if that were true, it wasn't something Gwanggu Shin-gae could say. It was just a quick poke, and now that it came out like this, Saga was embarrassed.
“Is it okay for you to say something like that?”
“What’s the problem with calling facts facts?”
"but……."
“The martial artists ignore and reject the Demonic Cult?”
“…….”
"That's true. That's certainly true. But that's not all. If you don't acknowledge those you should, you'll ultimately be eliminated without progress."
It could be said that it was a very open(?) attitude.
“And that’s not so embarrassing.”
"yes?"
"If the martial arts of the Central Plains were pushed out by the Demonic Cult, that would honestly be a bit uncomfortable. But if there were justifiable reasons, then it wouldn't be uncomfortable."
circumstances?
Saga tilted his head. "How could the Central Plains' Martial Arts be pushed out by the Demonic Cult?" No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't figure out what was going on.
“Do you know how long the history of the Demonic Cult has been going on?”
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“If we look at history alone, I understand that the history of the Demonic Cult is no less than that of the martial arts world.”
"As expected of someone who studies history, you know a lot. Then I'll ask again. Do you know how long ago the Demonic Cult became a threat to the Central Plains?"
"that……."
Saga couldn't answer.
This was something I had never thought of.
“Hasn’t it always been a threat to the Central Plains since the appearance of the Heavenly Horse?”
“No.”
Gwanggu Shingae shook his head firmly.
"When Cheonma appeared, the Demonic Cult clearly had an advantage over the Central Plains. Cheonma was a man worthy of being called the greatest of all time."
“Until the appearance of the Sword Emperor.”
"yes."
The Gwanggu Shingae smiled, revealing his yellow teeth.
"While the existence of the Heavenly Demon may have led the Demonic Cult, his presence did not change it. This could be said to be a chronic problem among the demons."
“If you say it’s a chronic problem?”
“There is no unity.”
Gwanggu Shingae shrugged his shoulders.
"Of course, the major sects of the Central Plains don't always get along well. Sometimes, they clash so fiercely that they put the Demonic Cult to shame. But the Central Plains know how to fight when it's time to fight and cooperate when it's time to cooperate. And they also interact with each other."
“Yes.”
"But that's not the case with the Demonic Cult. Even during the war with the Central Plains, they continued to feud with each other. The bishops of the Demonic Cult are probably the most hostile people in the world."
“……Even in the midst of all that, you pushed the Central Plains forward.”
"So, the Demonic Cult is amazing. I have to admit that. In any case, the sect's conflict with one another is a long-standing tradition. The problem is that this persists even when a perfect leader emerges."
“Hmm.”
"If a perfect leader emerged, seizing control, the Demonic Cult would advance to the next level. But in reality, that's not the case. While he exerts incredible power over other bishops with his own power, if that leader disappears, that momentum ceases."
“Why is that?”
“It’s because there is no concept of nurturing juniors.”
The Gwanggu Shingae laughed out loud.
"In the Demonic Cult, everyone competes with everyone else. That's why we can say they're each other's enemies. This endless competition makes the Demonic Cult strong, but when they're so consumed by competition, progress becomes impossible."
"indeed."
"If a remarkable figure like Cheonma had emerged, the Demonic Cult should have grown stronger. But what was the reality? The Demonic Cult failed to inherit Cheonma's legacy and lost everything. And then it suffered an endless period of darkness."
"surely……."
“Isn’t it strange?”
"yes?"
"At one point, the Demonic Cult completely lost its presence. The Central Plains may have remembered the Heavenly Demon, but they weren't wary of the Demonic Cult. In fact, a revival is something you can only aim for when you have a certain level of foundation. But the Demonic Cult completely lost that foundation. Do you think it makes sense to revive it to the point of pushing back against the Central Plains?"
“……Hasn’t a great leader, the Demon Emperor, emerged in the Demonic Cult?”
“No.”
The Gwanggu Shingae shook its head.
"There are countless sects in the world, but ultimately, only a limited number can produce the best in the world. Even if individuals with equal talent and dedication enter each sect and put in the same amount of effort, their level will vary depending on the martial arts they master. The Demonic Cult has completely lost the martial arts that can create new powerhouses."
“Then again…….”
“Yes, Cheonma-ne. It’s thanks to his resurrection.”
Gwanggu Shin-gae's face darkened slightly.
“We were already missing one back then.”
Saga's eyes were filled with doubt.
“What is that?”
“……The resurrection of the Heavenly Demon was faster than we thought. He was already ruling the Demonic Cult before the Great Demon Emperor took over.”
"yes?"
Saga raised his head as if surprised.
“Before the Great Cannabis Festival?”
“That’s right.”
“Ah, no, then why isn’t Cheonma coming to the forefront…….”
“I couldn’t come out.”
Gwanggu Shingae sighed.
“We thought this war would be the final war to break the long-standing ties between the Central Plains and the Demonic Cult.”
“Isn’t that true?”
“That wasn’t it.”
“…….”
The Gwanggu Shingae shook its head.
"I don't know about the ordinary followers, but for the leaders of the Demonic Cult, this war wasn't a war of conquest. They simply acted as the Heavenly Demon desired. And the Heavenly Demon had a different purpose."
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
"You'll understand now. Perhaps everything I've said so far has been for this one moment. That day… yes, that day. The Central Plains fell to the edge of despair. Even if they had fallen into a bottomless pit, devoid of light, it wouldn't have been so hopeless. We just witnessed the destruction of the Central Plains, and the end of an era."
“……New?”
The momentum of the Gwanggu Shingae suppressed Saga.
Just thinking about that time made Gwanggu Shingae tremble.
horror.
Just looking at it makes me feel scared.
How strong and fearsome was the Heavenly Horse that it still makes this great man tremble after all these years?
"Even for the martial world, that was a terrible thing. But… compared to the shock he'd endured, the martial world's shock was nothing. If we were trapped in the abyss, he'd truly be in hell."
“What if you call him that guy?”
“It’s the end of the era, the era of the great king.”
Saga had absolutely no idea what this meant.
Why does Wei Yanhu fall into hell when the Heavenly Horse appears?
"Now I'll tell you everything. Why Wei Yanhu was a hero, yet couldn't be one, and why the world so thoroughly concealed Wei Yanhu's life. Now, you must brace yourself. Sometimes the truth is too terrifying."
A dawn filled with dusk.
Gwanggu Shingae opened his mouth in a heavy voice.
"When Wei Yanhu arrived, the battlefield was reaching its climax. And Wei Yanhu… displayed a divine power I'd never seen before. And… that was just the beginning."