Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 686

#686

Taejonbirok Volume 28, Episode 11

Chapter 150: Lazy Lazy, Falling Down (1)

It's coming in.

It keeps coming in endlessly.

Wi Yeon-ho opened his mouth as he watched the huge wave of magic rushing in as if it were going to engulf him.

'someday…….'

I have seen this sight before.

From his teacher.

From a sword swung playfully, an endless battle comes crashing down like waves raging in a typhoon.

The sword that remained in his mind like a painting that would not fade away was now being recreated in Cheonma's hand.

When he first saw his master's sword, Wei Yanhu could only stare.

Such overwhelming power.

An overwhelming realm that leaves no room for exclamation.

At that time, Wei Yanhu could only see and feel the master's realm.

But now?

Is it different now?

Wei Yanho's eyes shook.

Nothing has changed.

Nothing has changed.

The moment I look at the magic that is coming my way, all emotions other than 'despair' disappear.

Despite all the effort.

Even though he thought something had changed, the moment he witnessed the overwhelming power with his own eyes, his reaction could not help but be the same as before.

Wood thud.

The sound of bones breaking resonates from the tips of my fingers.

The sword bent as if it would break at any moment, and the feeling in my hand disappeared. Every part of my body began to scream.

Warning of danger.

My body warned me before my mind could even grasp it. Facing it head-on would be suicidal.

It seems like the whole world is covered in darkness.

Magi isn't a particularly special energy. It's simply a form of energy cultivated through a different method than regular practice. Even if the energy rushing in wasn't Magi, the feelings Wei Yanhao feels wouldn't change one bit.

Just one thing.

'It looks like a scene from hell.'

The sight of the world being engulfed in a crimson darkness possessed something overwhelming, even beyond its power. It was an overwhelming sense of awe, a sense of oppression that seemed to shatter the soul just by looking at it.

Splash.

My teeth grind on their own.

Push all the power remaining into the tip of the sword.

'Leave nothing behind.'

He didn't need the strength to stand. He didn't need the strength to breathe. If he couldn't block that blow… he wouldn't be able to stand or breathe anymore.

I focus everything before my eyes, clutching my screaming body and my terrified soul.

Woof woof woof!

Perhaps aware of Wei Yanho's feelings, Baek Muhan's inner dharma also responded to his will. Unprecedented strength flowed from the inner dharma. As if offering to return what had been taken, pure and clear energies gushed forth like a waterfall, instantly filling Wei Yanho's parched dharma chamber.

'Master!'

It's like a teacher is encouraging me.

I'm telling you not to give in to things like that.

“Ewww!”

Wi Yeon-ho screamed at the top of his lungs and swung his sword down.

It can't even be called a sword.

A single sword, like an axe, that can most completely convey the internal energy that pours out like an explosion.

Its appearance may have been a little ugly, but its sword was by no means ugly.

no.

It's not so much ugly as it is amazing.

If the Heavenly Horse's sword was like a sunset that covered the world in darkness, Wei Yanhu's sword was like a sunrise that cut through the darkness.

Sunset and sunrise.

Two things that cannot and should not coexist are clashing here and now.

'I won't give up!'

Wei Yanho's eyes burned.

"ah……."

The new investigator couldn't think of anything.

I was simply shocked, my eyes and soul ripped away by the sight unfolding before my eyes.

dark.

A dense darkness enveloped Wei Yanhu, so thick that nothing seemed to escape. And a brilliant radiance emanating from Wei Yanhu's body cut through the thick, dense darkness.

This is no longer ignorance.

The boundary of ignorance he had thought of collapsed here.

I can't help but laugh.

How will future generations pass on this sight?

Human language is too crude to describe the scene he was now witnessing. No words, even if they were to be recounted for three or four days, would adequately convey even a fraction of the emotion he was feeling.

Even the divine investigators, who straddle the line between martial arts and strategists, were simply astonished by this magnificent feast of martial arts. Then, what must the martial artists, dedicated solely to the path of martial arts, be feeling?

All that remained was admiration.

but…….

Even if it is a sight so sublime that you just want to look at it, victory and defeat are bound to come.

The results are clear to the eyes of the new investigator.

dark.

Thick darkness swallows up the light of the Wei Yan Lake.

It was as if the maw of darkness was devouring the rising sun. The light emitted by Wei Yanhu was powerful and magnificent, but it was not enough to pierce the darkness of the Heavenly Demon.

Slowly, never fast.

Darkness devours light.

"ah!"

The new detective suddenly came to his senses.

'What are you staring at with your mouth wide open!'

This is not a dream. The moment Wei Yanhu is defeated, the world will groan under the feet of the oppressor known as Cheonma.

If it is confirmed that Cheonma's true identity is Baek Muhan, then at least no one who has lived under the name of 'Gangho' will be able to avoid disaster.

The defeat of Wei Yanhu would mean the destruction of Jianghu.

“Help!”

The new detective shouted at the top of his lungs.

But he knows too.

Who can help?

It was impossible to even intervene between them. Currently, there was no one in the martial arts world who could influence their fight. Even a clumsy approach would tear flesh and bones apart.

Even if everyone here rushed in, it wouldn't have even the slightest impact on the outcome. This was a problem before fear.

'Anyone, please!'

The new detective looked ahead with despairing eyes.

If things continue this way, Wei Yanho will die. But no one can help him. So what on earth should we do?

Are you saying that I should just sit back and watch Wei Yanhu and Kang Ho die?

Helplessness.

A deep sense of helplessness, one he had never felt before, weighed down on Shin Gi-su's entire body.

What should I do?

That was when.

'what?'

The new detective opened his eyes wide.

Two rays of light fly towards Wei Yanhu.

The new investigator could sense a distinct immortal energy from the two swords flying towards him.

Who can emit such aura?

“Hey, Sword Lord?”

“Sword Lord! Sword Master!”

The detective's eyes widened as if they were going to tear apart.

It was endless despair.

Wi Yeon-ho clearly saw the sword strike he had unleashed fail to penetrate the Heavenly Demon's field and collapse.

'I even used my master's background.'

So the shock is greater.

Baek Muhan's inner strength was more pure than anything else in the world. He was so confident that with that power at his disposal, there was nothing he couldn't accomplish. However, even Baek Muhan's inner strength couldn't overcome the power of the Heavenly Demon.

That lowly background.

That unrefined, rough history!

Wi Yeon-ho's teeth were intertwined.

Even if it was a pure force, even if it was a force of infinite power that no other force in the world could match based on the same amount, it was impossible to overcome that immense force.

Can't stop it.

No one can stop it.

Wei Yanho's eyes are gradually losing their light.

Is this how it ends?

like this?

Are you going to die like this, only to find out the absurd truth that the villain who took my brother's body was actually my teacher?

Like this?

'Don't joke!'

Isn't that too harsh?

I know that fate always plays with people, but this is going too far.

If he dies like this, then what was the purpose of Wei Yanho's life?

It's pouring in.

A black magic aura rushes at him, as if determined to end his life. The moment it touches him, Wei Yanhu's body will vanish without a single drop of blood.

A bleak ending.

A terrible ending that I never want to accept.

But Wei Yanhu no longer had the strength to fight against that ending.

Dying at the hands of the teacher he followed and respected more than anyone else in the world was the last thing that remained for Wi Yeon-ho.

……last.

Wei Yanho's eyes are bloodshot.

“Don’t make me laugh!”

Blood is gushing from the neck.

Dying?

Dying like this?

That's bullshit!

I can never die like this.

I lost my stomach and my teacher.

If we lose like this, we will lose more.

Wi Jeong-hando, Han Sang-ah, Wi Su-ryeon, Jang Il-do, Peng Do-geuk, Jegal Mun-in, and even Musan… … .

All those he protected and who protected him lost their lives at the hands of Cheonma and Baek Muhan. It was a punishment a hundred times worse than death.

Such an ending is absolutely unacceptable. If the King of Hell were to call him, he would run away and refuse, even if it meant biting off his neck.

but…….

What on earth should I do?

How can I possibly face such an overwhelming force that I cannot even resist…?

“You think a lot.”

Wi Yeon-ho opened his eyes wide.

He couldn't turn his head. The moment he relaxed even a little, that terrible magic would overwhelm him.

But it was easy to tell who the owner of this voice was.

'Grandpa Sword Lord?'

I was wondering why there was no one at the forefront of what was happening at the volcano.

“I hope it’s not too late… Should I consider it fortunate that it’s not too late, or unfortunate?”

“Let’s just accept it.”

'Grandpa Geomseon?'

Plum Blossom Sword and Taegeuk Sword.

The voices of those who had already shared a relationship pierced Wi Yeon-ho's ears.

“Live, you punk. You have to live now.”

“Forgive us for leaving this most difficult path to you and running away.”

At that moment, Wei Yanho saw the backs of the two people stepping forward.

Small shoulders.

But the backs of the two people, who felt so large, caught Wei Yanho's eyes.

“Let’s go, Sword Lord.”

“Haha, what a shameful place to find a grave. Let’s go.”

Two men draw their swords and rush forward.

“Nooo …

Wei Yanho shouted without realizing it.

Both of them are strong.

Right now, the only people in the world who can beat those two are Baek Gong-do and Baek Gong-ui.

But that was the strength of Kangho. In the face of the absolute being known as Cheonma, the strength of these two was no different from that of a fly swept away by the wind.

They probably know that too.

But I don't feel any hesitation at all.

A proud spirit.

The two men, radiating a majestic aura that was not at all lacking in the slightest in their lofty names of Volcano and Shaman, threw themselves into the advancing black magic.

purple.

Those gorgeous plum blossoms.

The majestic Taegeuk.

As if proving the life I have lived, as if proving the nothing I have accumulated… … .

A sword without a single regret was now unfolding before Wei Yanhu's eyes.

The sword strikes from the two people collide with the magic.

After that… … .

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Wei Yanho's body bounced back like an arrow from the shock that exploded into the world.

'That's a lie… … .'

Wei Yanho's consciousness was instantly filled with darkness.