Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 688

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Taejonbirok Volume 28, Episode 13

Chapter 150: Lazy Lazy, Collapse (3)

It was a strange sight.

Baek Mu-han was the symbol of Man-geom-baek-ga and could be said to be everything.

But now, a warrior from the Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Schools was rushing towards Baek Mu-han with his sword drawn without hesitation.

Baek Mu-han's face, which knew very well what it meant, was also frozen in a hardened state that he had never seen before.

“How dare you…….”

From Baek Mu-han's perspective, it was understandable that he was dumbfounded.

Who taught Baek Gong-do the sword?

Who was it that made him, who had been rotting away in the wilderness with nothing but resentment because he couldn't properly inherit the Mangeom, into the proud head of the Mangeombaekga?

And who was it that allowed Baekgongdo to establish Baekgyeomseong?

Everything in Baekgongdo comes from Baekgunghan.

Even though it is something he has, it should be called Baek Mu-han's original possession.

But isn't the Baekgeomseong created by Baek Muhan now rushing towards Baek Muhan's neck?

“You ungrateful bastards!”

Anger appeared on his face.

Even though he is now called Cheonma and has abandoned the name Baekmuhan, it is something that cannot be done.

“The fate of a dog that tries to inherit its owner is obvious.”

As pure white snowflakes flutter, the swordsmen of Baekgeomseong cover Baekmuhan.

but…….

“Lie down.”

Cheonma raised his hand.

The black magic flowing from his hand rose like a giant tree, then grew, stretching its branches to fill the sky.

"omg!"

“Ugh!”

Those who occupied the air were left gasping for breath as a giant black tree sprang up beneath their feet. But even that gasp didn't last long.

Crunch! Crunch!

The black magic steel extending out pierces the body.

“Cough!”

“Ugh!”

A log-sized magic tree pierced his body, leaving no hope of survival. Those who flew towards Baek Mu-han were impaled on the outstretched tree of magic, dying one by one.

Baek Gong-do gritted his teeth as he watched the scene.

There is no way to stop it.

Who knows better than him how powerful the Heavenly Demon is? He already knows that it is absolutely unstoppable.

But it must be done.

'Even if I can't turn back, I must atone.'

Although Cheonma created this whole situation, it was none other than Baek Gong-do who made it worse.

His resentment, his life, was darkening the world.

Why couldn't I stop?

Why couldn't I just say no?

If I had stopped when I had lost my youthful energy and could see the world clearly, at least I wouldn't have seen this ending.

I knew it was going wrong, but I couldn't stop.

Because the moment he stopped, he felt that his life would lose all meaning.

'No, I guess not.'

Okay, let's be honest.

He was afraid.

The existence of the Heavenly Horse.

When I dared to resist him, I was so afraid of the wrath of the Heavenly Demon that would pour down on me.

But Baek Gong-do now knows.

What's truly terrifying isn't the wrath of the devil. It's knowing you're wrong and not being able to stop yourself.

“Look.”

The voice of the Heavenly Horse came to his ears.

Blood rains from the sky.

A tree of black magic created by Cheonma.

Blood was pouring down like rain from the bodies of those impaled on the tree, which had grown so large that it seemed as if it could even block out the sky.

“Your choices are the result.”

"no!"

Baek Gong-do raised his voice.

“This is the result of your own creation!”

"foolish."

Cheonma waved his hand.

Thud! Thud!

As the black magic returned to the Heavenly Horse, the skewered corpses fell to the floor. The pristine white Baekgeomseong's martial arts uniforms were dyed red with blood. Tears of blood streamed from Baekgongdo's eyes as he gazed upon the corpses.

What crime did they commit?

They simply believed in him and sought to recreate the glory of the Mangeom Sword. If they knew he was a puppet of the Heavenly Demon, would they be able to close their eyes, even in the afterlife?

'How can I atone for this sin?'

The sin is so deep and heavy that it feels like my soul is sinking to the bottom.

“You know you can’t stop me.”

“…….”

“Then why do you block my path?”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

Slurp.

Baek Gong-do slowly drew his sword.

Then he aimed the sword at Cheonma.

“There are things in this world that should not be lost.”

“Are you saying that Wei Yanho is someone you must not lose?”

The voice of the devil grew louder and louder.

"Foolish, utterly foolish. You've forgotten the grudge you should never forget, and you've forgotten your fear of me. Baek Gong-do, what does that child mean to you?"

“He is Baek Muhan’s disciple.”

“What does that mean, I’m here.”

“I am Baek Muhan’s disciple, not you.”

Cheonma's hardened face stared at Baekgongdo.

"You are no longer Baek Gong-do. You are merely Cheon Ma. I understand your intentions for becoming Cheon Ma. However, you no longer have the appearance of Baek Mu-han."

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have done that!”

The tip of Baekgongdo's sword trembled.

He is confident in his own ignorance. Before Wei Yanhu appeared, wasn't he the one who boasted of being the best in the world?

But even he would tremble if he were to point his sword at Cheonma.

"As a descendant of a hundred families, this may be something I shouldn't do. I've agonized over this for decades. But now I know. You were wrong."

"this guy……."

Cheonma's face was distorted.

Everyone in the world may deny him, but only Baek Gong-do should not deny him. Because Baek Gong-do is the only one who can understand why he does such things.

“Everyone in the world is indebted to the Hundred Schools.”

“…….”

"But there's one thing: I alone don't owe Baekga any debt. Rather, I've shown you a favor. Therefore, I alone can become Baekga's death. Don't you realize that your current actions could result in Baekga taking everything away from him?"

Baek Gong-do bit his lips tightly.

If the Heavenly Demon were to so desire, the Ten Thousand Swords and the Hundred Swords would be uprooted. Not even a single ant would survive.

That's why I've been bowing my head until now.

That's why I've been deceiving myself up until this moment.

Is his choice really right?

Is it truly acceptable for someone to throw away the lives of countless followers in order to reject what he believes to be wrong?

That was when.

Damn it.

A man approached him and stood beside him, his footsteps ringing in his ears.

“I’m sorry, brother.”

“……Public?”

Cheonryu Sword Baek Gong-ui stood next to him with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"If that were the case, shouldn't you have told me a long time ago? You didn't even realize it, and you just cursed me for changing. Then what does that make me?"

“…….”

“Straighten your shoulders.”

Baek Gong-ui drew his sword and aimed it at Cheon Ma.

"I don't care who the author is. Even if the author is Baek Mu-han, the Sword Emperor, as you said, it makes no difference."

Baek Gong-ui spoke with strength, one word at a time.

“The head of the Hundred Houses is my older brother. No one but my older brother can give us orders.”

Baek Gong-do clenched his fist.

“Uncle, it’s been a while since you said something so right.”

Baek Hoe-myeong, who had led the Baekgeomseong, smiled and filled the opposite side of Baekgongdo.

“If the Lord commands, we just fight.”

“……Hoemyeong-ah.”

“I agree with what you said, brother.”

Baek Geom-myeong walked over with his sword in hand and stood next to Baek Hoe-myeong.

"Your Majesty, please remain unshaken. All the swords of Baekgeomseong support you. So, please remain steadfast and lead us. Even my second eldest brother, who is not here, will agree."

“These guys…….”

“There is no time for sentimentality.”

Baek Gong-ui shook his head.

"The quieter the end of a warrior, the better. Give your orders, brother."

“……Yes, you are right.”

Baek Gong-do nodded and looked at Cheon Ma.

And the Heavenly Horse was also glaring at them with a fearsome face.

Ten thousand swords and a hundred schools.

What he lost.

That's why I couldn't leave it alone.

But those who could be said to have inherited the blood of the Baekga clan were now all rebelling against him.

The black sword aimed at him is full of confidence, and the eyes glaring at him no longer waver.

The horse shook its head.

“It is vain.”

Nothing will change.

After all, the Mangeom Baekga of today is not the Mangeom Baekga of the past. It's merely an illusion created by his unquenchable compassion. Just because they fall in love with him doesn't mean the Mangeom Baekga fall in love with him.

one…….

'no.'

No need to think about it.

He slaughters all who stand in his way, and offers their blood to his dead relatives.

Isn't that why Cheonma survived such a difficult life?

“The direction may be different, but the spirit is worthy of the name of Baekga.”

The voice of the Heavenly Horse flowed out softly.

“So I will give you a death worthy of the Baekga.”

Woohoo.

Black magic flows out from Cheonma's body.

A black magic so thick that just looking at it takes your breath away.

'Not human.'

Baek Hoe-myeong gritted his teeth.

The enemy is incredibly powerful. I can feel the immense power contained within that magic. I want to throw down my sword and run away right now.

But Baek Hoe-myeong pressed his feet firmly to the floor and strengthened his resolve.

Baekgongdo's back.

The great light he had followed his entire life was guiding him. Isn't losing one's spirit more frightening than death?

Baek Gong-do shouted.

“The white sword cannot be tainted!”

"insect!"

A loud cheer erupts.

No further orders were needed. As soon as the words were spoken, the remaining Baekgeomseong warriors all charged at Cheonma.

As if a blizzard were raging in the middle of winter, the white-sworded warriors in their pure white uniforms, disregarding their own lives, rush to the Heavenly Horse at the command of their lord.

Like a moth flying to a bonfire.

But no one hesitates.

“Pathetic things.”

The horse's superiority was extended forward.

After that, Baek Gong-do saw it.

'away?'

No, no. It's not disappearing.

All who touched the black magic were reduced to dust. Without a single scream or drop of blood, they were literally disintegrated, vanishing from the world.

Incomprehensible martial arts. Incomprehensible strength.

Something that, if I had to call it that, would have to be called despair.

A black wave was spreading. Inevitable death was approaching him.

'I am…….'

Even the thought disappears.

An overwhelming force that should not exist in this world took everything from him.

A black wave that obliterated everything in front of him suddenly surged towards Baek Gong-do.

“Eww!”

Baek Gong-do stretched out his sword with all his might.

Dancheon (斷天).

His sword, which splits the sky, carries everything in life and slams down.

Intangible realm.

The formless sword that all the martial artists in the world revere unfolded, but it was meaningless in front of the black waves released by the Heavenly Demon.

His sword is scattered.

His hands are scattered.

“Eww!”

His arms flutter like sand and disappear.

At the moment when Baek Gong-do is trying to strengthen his will in the face of an inevitable and inevitable death!

The black waves disappeared as if washed away.

“…….”

Baek Gong-do, unable to understand the situation, looked at his arm that had disappeared with blank eyes, then raised his head and looked at Cheon Ma.

A distorted face.

The face of the Cheonma had an expression I had never seen before.

'Shock?'

Are you surprised? That Heavenly Demon?

'What are you looking at?'

His eyes followed Cheonma's gaze. What Cheonma was looking at wasn't him.

Behind him, a little further… … .

Baek Gong-do turned his head and looked back.

Then he opened his eyes wide.

Wi Yeon-ho.

Wi Yeon-ho, who had fallen while splattering blood while blocking the attack of the Heavenly Horse, was getting up with a calm demeanor.

'Wei Yanho?'

no.

Is the author Wei Yanho?

Something is different.

It was definitely Wei Yanhu. But it was different from the Wei Yanhu he knew. He couldn't explain it, but it was definitely…

At that moment, Wei Yanhu slowly opened his mouth.

"You're acting like a fool. Your disciple almost got killed."

The moment he heard the word disciple, Baek Gong-do's eyes widened as if they were going to tear.

student?

no way?

A chill ran down Baek Gong-do's entire body.