Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 667

#667

Taejonbirok Volume 27, Episode 17

Chapter 146: The Lazy Man Cries (2)

“Krrrrr.”

There was a thud.

And everyone who saw that sight was frozen in place.

It took time for the sight I saw to be interpreted in my mind.

Bloodthirsty demon.

A bishop of the Demonic Cult, he is the embodiment of fear, having slaughtered countless Central Plains people in past wars. With his massive size and beast-like nature, he has driven countless people into fear.

The sword of Wei Yanhu was stuck in the neck of the bloodthirsty demon.

What should I say about that… … .

It was a sight that defied common sense.

It's no secret that Wei Yanho is now stronger than the Blood Demon Emperor. He has already faced two bishops simultaneously, killing them without much damage.

No matter how strong the Blood Demon was, he wasn't strong enough to easily kill the other two bishops.

So, anyone could have guessed that Wei Yanhu would be able to overpower the Blood Demon Emperor. However, the reason they were shocked was because the process by which Wei Yanhu subdued the Blood Demon Emperor was so simple and natural.

It's like an adult handling a child.

Who in the world could so easily cut down the bishop of the Demonic Cult, and even the rumored strong Gwanghyeol Demon Emperor?

Uduk.

The mad demon raised his hand and grabbed the sword that had stabbed his neck.

His hand was cut and blood flowed down the sword.

Even as his trembling hands gripped the sword, the eyes of the Blood Demon Emperor were filled with shock.

“Ugh…….”

Wi Yeon-ho, who was looking at the blood-curdling demon with indifferent eyes, pulled the sword from the blood-curdling demon's neck with strength in his hand.

Whoa!

The hand holding the sword was severed, and a fountain of blood spurted from his neck.

The bloodthirsty demon, who had staggered once, stood upright and glared at Wei Yanhu, despite the large hole in his neck.

"you……."

He tried to say something, but perhaps because of the hole in his throat, his voice was muffled. Wei Yanho stared at the bloodthirsty demon with indifferent eyes, then slowly opened his mouth.

“You shouldn’t have touched me.”

“…….”

"No, I understand you messing with me. But you shouldn't have done something like taking my brother away."

Wei Yanho's voice was cold and calm.

This wasn't just talk.

The one who played the biggest role in bringing the situation to this point was, without a doubt, the Demon Emperor of Gwanghyeol. It was he who attacked Wei Yanhu, who was desperately trying to escape the martial world, and subdued Wei Shanhu.

If the Blood Demon Emperor hadn't done anything at that time, Wei Yanhu would have gone down to Guangdongweiga without a second thought and lived comfortably rolling around in bed.

If the situation had escalated, Wi Jeong-han or Shin Gi-su might have called in Wi Yeon-ho, but they would not have made Wi Yeon-ho risk his life and go into battle like he did now.

Considering that it was the Blood Demon Emperor who truly moved Wei Yanhu and made him pursue strength, the punishment given to the Blood Demon Emperor now is only natural.

I don't know.

Nobody knows.

How has Wei Yanho lived since that day?

Because he was weak, his older brother walked into the Demonic Cult to save him. It was Wi Yeon-ho who turned Wi San-ho, who hated demons more than anyone else, into a demon.

That guilt.

That anger.

Even the anxiety that I might never see the coral again.

Who can understand?

To him, Wi San-ho was more than just a father. He was the one who acknowledged and cared for Wi Yeon-ho, a man everyone else ignored and despised.

No one can understand the despair of losing such a coral reef because of weakness. No one.

“You, you…….”

The mad demon forced himself to speak, his face distorted in a strange way.

“I, I’m going to taste hell…….”

Paaaaang!

Wi Yeon-ho's sword struck the head of the Blood Demon Emperor. His head was severed from his body and floated into the air.

Wi Yeon-ho said as if spitting out something.

“Hell, you go your way.”

A cold voice.

It was a voice so cold that it was impossible to imagine it was Wei Yanho's.

Toouk.

The head of the bloodthirsty demon falls to the floor.

The entire volcano was plunged into an eerie silence. The head of the horse that had reigned supreme was cut off. And it was done so easily.

A strange sense of discomfort washed over me.

Whether hero or beast, the strong have a death befitting the strong. In the martial world, countless people would willingly sacrifice their lives to slay the mad-blooded demon.

But even they probably couldn't have imagined that the mad demon would die so easily. At the very least, they probably believed he would die a heroic and tragic death, as befitting a demon.

But his death was as meaningless and miserable as a street gang being caught by the authorities and having their heads cut off.

Wi Yeon-ho's infinitely cold gaze fixed on the fallen blood demon. It was a sight that sent chills down the spines of those watching.

“That guy…….”

The wise man let out a sigh.

“Will it be okay?”

He asked Wi Jeong-han as if he was worried about the new investigation.

He has been watching Wei Yanhu for quite some time, but this is the first time he has seen Wei Yanhu as cold as he does now.

'Of course, it's not that there isn't such an aspect… … .'

People sometimes misunderstand Wei Yanhu.

Perhaps because he usually displays such a lighthearted demeanor, I thought Wei Yanhu would also be lighthearted when entering combat. But that's just an illusion.

The new investigator has rarely seen anyone more cruel in battle than Wei Yanhu.

Even Kwon Geuk, who was known to show no mercy to the demonic cultists, didn't behead his enemies without a shred of hesitation like Wei Yanhu. Watching Wei Yanhu fight the demonic cultists, one almost feels as if he has no emotions.

“It’ll be okay.”

“Jeonghan.”

"Yeonho is fine. No matter how much the enemy hates him, he's not the type of person to lose confidence."

“Hmm.”

The new detective nodded.

'Because he is the son of a nobleman.'

I don't intend to go into the cliche about home education, but this was a factor I couldn't ignore.

Before a child's identity is established, what they hear and what they see has a huge impact on the child as he or she grows up.

It's hard to say that Wi Jeong-han was a good parent to Wi Yeon-ho, but ultimately, a child learns from his father. This likely explains why Wi Yeon-ho, while publicly claiming agreements are useless, secretly strives to uphold them.

'So don't be shaken, Wei Yanho.'

The new detective looked at Wi Yeon-ho with trembling eyes.

Those who surrender to hatred are bound to be shaken. And this battlefield was not an easy place for those whose hearts were shaken to survive.

“The year will be fine.”

The new investigator looked at Wi Jeong-han with slightly pitiful eyes. Wi Jeong-han's face remained composed, but his fists were clenched so tightly that the tendons were bulging.

'That makes sense.'

If they fought elsewhere, Wei Zhenghan would be fully capable of doing his part. No, not just that, but he could sweep the battlefield. Even he acknowledged Wei Zhenghan's strength.

Wi Jeong-han wasn't an absolute master, but he was someone who could do his job no matter where he was placed. Given just a little time and a new generation, he could easily become a world-class powerhouse.

But where Wei Yanho is now, such a powerful force cannot withstand it. What good would it do for him to go to the battlefield where the Demonic Cult's bishop and Wei Yanho are fighting?

In other words, even on this battlefield, Wei Yanho was playing the most dangerous role in the most dangerous place. What parent would feel at ease watching their child risk his life alone?

“He may be a pain in the ass, but he’s not stupid.”

“Right. Then.”

The new investigator nodded exaggeratedly.

Even so, their gazes did not leave Wi Yeon-ho.

"next."

Wi Yeon-ho turned his head with indifferent eyes.

His gaze turned to the blood horse, who was slightly lost in thought.

"next."

At Wei Yanho's voice, the blood horse was startled and took a step back.

"this!"

Then he realizes his mistake.

His eyes scanned his surroundings quickly. The heat of the battlefield had subsided. Everyone stood at an awkward distance, staring at him and Wi Yeon-ho.

Everyone must have seen the disgrace he just caused.

'What the hell.'

It was something that shouldn't have happened.

Bishop Kyo is defeated by Wi Yeon-ho?

So you lose your life?

It's possible. The Central Plains are strong. Knowing that, isn't that why they've been so painstakingly working to conquer them for so long?

But the bishop of the church is afraid of the Central Plains' unmanned people and retreats?

That was something that could never have happened, and it should never have been seen. And the fact that it was the Blood Demon who stepped down, and not another bishop, carries significant significance.

The Blood Demon Lord's neck is cut off, and the Blood Shadow Demon Lord retreats.

The ripple effect of this fact was enormous.

“……Strong.”

“It’s so strong it’s unbelievable.”

Normally, this would have been a scene of cheers and boiling spirits. However, the emotions the Central Plains were currently feeling were a bit different from elation.

As the scale of what is happening surpasses their imagination, embarrassment comes before joy.

The same was true for the Demonic Cult.

As the battlefield began to freeze, Wei Yanhu looked around with sunken eyes. Then he turned his gaze back to the Blood Demon.

“If you don’t come, I’ll go.”

“…….”

The blood demon's eyes trembled.

'Can we stop it?'

He?

The math is clear. He hates to admit it, but he can't stop Wei Yanho right now. His power is barely different from that of the Blood Demon Emperor. To be blunt, the Blood Demon Emperor is slightly superior.

How is he supposed to handle Wei Yan-ho, who cut down that mad demon like a street thug?

The best in the world.

The current Wi Yeon-ho was the best in the world, and no one could deny it.

There is no one in the Central Plains or in the Demonic Cult who can handle him alone.

“How could you be so…….”

“Is it strong?”

“…….”

Wei Yanho said in a cold voice.

"You're the ones who made me strong. If you had left me alone, I would have just been a lazy bum in Guangdong."

Baek Mu-han left him everything: how to survive in the martial world, how to deal with all kinds of ignorance, how to survive a fight against the strong. Everything.

But what Baek Mu-han really left to Wi Yeon-ho was a seed.

If Baek Mu-han had taught Wei Yan-ho the light sword style, Wei Yan-ho would have been ten times stronger when he emerged from the cave. What more can be said about the power of the Seongmyeongjeolgi, which Baek Mu-han had personally created?

However, Baek Mu-han did not teach Wei Yan-ho the art of the light sword. What he left for Wei Yan-ho was a small seed.

A small, unassuming seed, yet given just a little time, it would grow into a mighty tree that would cover the world. And now, finally, that seed has fully grown and is covering the world.

“My sword is invincible.”

Yes, that's for sure. And… … .

“Your sword is also invincible.”

Wi Yeon-ho raised the corners of his mouth.

“Yes, Master.”

Wi Yeon-ho jumped forward briskly.