Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 673

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Taejonbirok Volume 27, Episode 23

Chapter 147: The Lazy Man Falls (3)

“I guess you’re not that smart.”

This was Cheonma's impression of Wi Yeon-ho's rebuke.

But there was another light in his eyes. Cheonma looked at Wi Yeon-ho with eyes filled with wonder.

The momentum that Wei Yanhu was radiating was pressuring him.

It was amazing.

The child, who seems to be only a child, is the strongest of all those here.

Is this even possible?

Cheonma tilted his head.

Something feels unnatural.

This doesn't mean the situation is unnatural. The Wei Yanho he saw was clearly an unnatural entity. He was perched in a place he shouldn't have been able to climb.

How would you feel if a turtle were playing on the top of a rough and rugged mountain?

That's what the Heavenly Demon saw. It wasn't where it should be. It was as if someone had forcibly dragged the Wei Yan Ho up there.

“Who is your teacher?”

“Even if you tell me, I won’t understand.”

“You have a foul mouth.”

Cheonma smiled brightly.

Even though Wei Yanho was pressuring him with his energy, he was relaxed, as if he was watching a child's antics.

"Yes, it doesn't matter. Even if you had a teacher, everything you've accomplished is your own."

Wi Yeon-ho gritted his teeth.

I can't stand the gaze that seems to be looking down from above.

“What are you planning to do?”

"hmm?"

"Why must you go to such lengths? You're a Heavenly Demon, aren't you? Then you've achieved everything. Why go to such lengths? Why! You took on another's body, endured for over a thousand years… What is the reason you hate the Central Plains so much?"

It was pure curiosity.

Wi Yeon-ho knows.

How difficult it is to live without a body. I saw Baekmuhan.

This was something that could not have been done with just a little hatred.

But why does Cheonma hate Jungwon? Cheonma is the one who devastated Jungwon. Even if Jungwon hates him, there's no reason for him to hate Jungwon.

But why do you do this?

why?

"That's a difficult question to answer. There's too much to explain."

"this……."

“And that’s not even an important question.”

The horse shook its head.

"The important thing is that I'm about to kill you, and you're powerless to stop it. Ultimately, death is the annihilation of everything, the severing of everything. There's no difference between a death with a known cause and a death without. I don't feel the need to expend my energy explaining it to you, who will accept the same outcome."

“You’re going to kill me?”

“Yes.”

“With that kind of ability?”

Cheonma nodded at Wi Yeon-ho's cynicism.

“You are definitely different.”

Cheonma smiled.

None of those here know the extent of the Heavenly Horse's power. They can't even guess.

Because I was overwhelmed by that strong presence.

But only Wei Yanho could see through his true nature with coldness.

In Wei Yanhu's judgment, the current Cheonma is no match for Wei Yanhu.

"Enough of the bluff. I'm going to defeat you and get my brother back. No matter what it takes."

“It is impossible.”

Cheonma smiled.

"Certainly, if you defeat me, there might be a chance of reclaiming your brother. There's a chance, even if it's just one in a thousand, one in ten thousand, that your brother's existence will be reconstructed. But, child, you can't defeat me."

Cheonma's voice was calm.

It was so bland that it felt like he was just relaying something that had already been decided.

"Isn't that overconfidence? You think you can beat me? With that empty shell of a body?"

“Hey.”

“…….”

Cheonma smiled brightly.

"It was fun. It's been a while since I've had a physical conversation with someone like this. So, I found myself immersed in the pleasure without even realizing it."

Cheonma shook his head slightly.

"But that's the end of the conversation. You already know, you can't handle me."

“What the hell are you talking about…….”

“You’re not the kind of guy who just talks big.”

Wi Yeon-ho closed his mouth.

"And yet, the reason you don't rush at me is because you instinctively know. You can't handle me."

The horse turned around.

Then he turned his back and slowly walked away from Wi Yeon-ho.

Turning your back in the face of an adversary is both foolish and arrogant.

But Wei Yanhu failed to condemn that arrogance.

Wei Yanho bit his lip until it tore.

'My feet won't move.'

I can't understand.

The current Cheonma is extremely weak.

His presence is overwhelming, but when viewed objectively, the current Cheonma is inferior to even Weichanho. He lacks any internal energy.

Although it is said that the more one advances in ignorance, the less one needs a background, non-existence and existence without need for it are clearly two different things.

If it were Cheonma today, Wei Yanho could decapitate him in ten seconds. This wasn't confidence. It was a cold, hard fact.

however…….

But why can't I move?

“Everything was predetermined from the beginning.”

As he walked slowly, Cheonma whispered softly.

"With your intervention, many things changed. But ultimately, nothing changed. You may have diverted the flow of water, but you couldn't change where it ended up. All arrangements and flows flowed as planned, arriving here."

Damn it.

Damn it.

The horse stopped walking.

Where he stopped walking, three bishops, including the Blood Horse, were trembling.

“Your Majesty, Heavenly Horse.”

The blood demon's eyes were filled with unbearable fear.

“I have given you a command.”

The voice of the Heavenly Horse was calm and composed, without any highs or lows. However, the eyes of the bishops who heard it were filled with an unparalleled fear.

It's such an awkward and bizarre sight.

Bishop of the Demonic Cult.

The sight of those terrible beings who had so tormented the Central Plains was unfamiliar to anyone.

“We, we are foolish and have failed to carry out the command given by the Heavenly Demon. Please punish us!”

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!

The Blood Demon slammed his head into the floor three times in succession. Perhaps he hadn't used his internal energy, his skull cracked and blood gushed out.

But Cheonma watched that action indifferently.

“It’s okay.”

The blood horse raised its head with trembling eyes.

"I'm telling you this because I think there might be a misunderstanding. I'm not angry with you."

“Your Majesty, Heavenly Horse.”

“It’s just a process that has been set in motion for a long time.”

Cheonma stretched out both hands.

“Huh!”

“Eek!”

The bodies of Bima and Kwonma were sucked into Cheonma. Cheonma's two hands grabbed Bima and Kwonma's heads.

“Oh, my lord!”

“Me! Me, me!”

"fizzle."

The horse whispered softly.

“How you are remembered is also important, isn’t it?”

Bima and Kwonma's hands were stretched out.

They foresaw their fate. They foresaw their death. A death they could never escape lay before their eyes. So, as Cheonma said, how they died and how they were remembered mattered.

“……Please create a magical world.”

“It is a joy to return to the Holy Spirit.”

Cheonma smiles brightly.

"well."

Wood thud.

The bodies of Bima and Kwonma shrink.

Everyone watching the scene widened their eyes. In an instant, the bodies of Bima and Cheonma, dried up like dried snails, soon collapsed into small balls.

"hmm."

Bam.

The bodies of Bima and Kwonma, transformed into grotesque shapes, fall to the floor.

A most miserable death.

The Heavenly Demon, who had brought about a gruesome death to the two bishops, turned his gaze to the Blood Demon.

Startled.

The blood demon's body convulsed.

“How is it?”

“…….”

“Will you die for me too?”

“Oh, my lord!”

The blood horse hit its head on the floor.

“If Your Majesty wishes, I can give you this worthless life!”

Boom! Boom!

The blood demon, who had hit his head on the floor, shouted again.

“But, Heavenly Demon, this lowly life can be of greater help to you while it is still alive.”

That was the end of it.

The Blood Demon didn't beg for his life any longer, knowing it was meaningless. If the Heavenly Demon was determined to kill him, any words would be enough to bring death.

He just hoped that the Heavenly Demon would decide to spare him.

“Death is just death.”

The horse spoke as if mumbling.

"Death has no meaning. There is no such thing as death for me. The dead leave nothing behind."

A low laugh.

“Stand up.”

“Yes! Heavenly Horse!”

Cheonma turned his head and looked at everyone.

"hmm."

Then he frowns slightly.

“It didn’t gather as much as I thought.”

“I’m sorry. I tried, but it was not enough.”

"I do feel like I'm lacking, but I can't be perfect every time. If I'm lacking, I can always make up for it."

Cheonma raised his hand slightly.

'What are you trying to do?'

Wi Yeon-ho's body flinches.

It's a simple gesture. He simply raises one hand. But that single movement carries an indescribable sense of ominousness.

The moment that hand moves, the anxiety that the world will fall apart.

'Hey, stop it!'

Taak!

But before Wei Yanhu could react, Cheonma snapped his fingers.

That small sound echoed and shook the volcano.

'what?'

No one knew what the horse's actions meant.

Even though some time had passed, nothing had changed. I began to wonder if it had simply been a meaningless act.

'That change' has appeared.

“Ugh.”

It's shaking.

In various places.

Those who were watching Cheonma and Wiyeonho began to twist their bodies.

“What is it!”

“This, this!”

Seizures began to appear everywhere. Those who fell to the floor screaming and writhing in agony.

The new investigators were terrified.

They had already seen this sight before. Those who had battled Baekgeomseong in particular reacted violently.

They knew exactly what their reaction meant.

“Oh, no!”

At that moment, black magic began to emanate from the bodies of the fallen people.

seizure.

A seizure caused by magic that tormented Jeongmu-myeong.

That phenomenon is occurring here and now.

'Can even a heavenly horse cause this phenomenon?'

No. If you think about it, it's so obvious.

All of this must have come from the Heavenly Horse.

We must stop them! If the formation collapses at this moment, we could be pushed into the worst possible situation.

“Subdue the fallen! Now, party……”

The mouth of the detective who had been screaming became frozen.

'What is it?'

different.

At that moment, something unbelievable entered the eyes of the new detective.

The magical energy released by those who were convulsing while lying on the ground. The thick, black magical energy seemed to rise into the air all at once, and then was sucked up by the Heavenly Demon.

As if my soul was being sucked out.

“How low.”

The condensed and condensed magic energy is sucked into the hands of the Heavenly Demon.

At the same time, Cheonma's body began to be covered in black magic energy.

Magic that blows like a black cloud.

And the Cheonma standing alone and proud within it.

'Is this a dream?'

Myth and reality intersect.

A true heavenly horse had descended here.