I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 247

Episode 247: The Apostle (3)

Northern Guizhou

Boom- Boom- Boom-!

As the explanation of the fetus room came to an end, and the sound of drums echoed from afar in the deep night, all the warriors of Sacheonhoe turned their heads at once.

It's the beginning. The war has begun.

For a moment, the air became heavy. Sweat formed on my palms and a chill ran down my spine.

The opponent is the Sado-ryeon.

Even when the Murim Alliance came out, Sado-ryeon competed with them.

I have tasted the majesty of the Apostolic Union more closely than anyone else. I have set out for the cause with great enthusiasm, but it would be a lie if I said I was not afraid. However, I could not even let out a sigh. I was afraid that the expression of fear would become reality.

Ma Cheon-so looked around the room as if sweeping it open and spoke.

“Do you want to run away?”

It's quiet. No one answers. It's hard enough to hold back, but how dare you speak so frivolously.

Hana Macheonso continued to speak without stopping, as if laughing.

“You’ll be scared when you actually get here.”

I'm scared. I'm so fu*king scared.

“There must be half an hour left.”

After that comes the Lion King Mutae.

“Go back. I won’t catch you.”

Seriously, I'm definitely not going to catch you.

It would be a lie if there was no greed in one corner of my heart.

But as if nothing had happened, a heavy speculation began to form in Sacheonhoe's eyes.

If I was going to go, I wouldn't have come.

The light words set fire to the hearts of the warriors.

And only then did Ma Cheon-so stop laughing and speak with some weight.

“Don’t forget. Right now, it’s just me, but if I turn around, three of us will die.”

There was determination in everyone's eyes.

That's right. If I back off here, someone else will die. Whether it's my comrades, or an innocent civilian. Someone other than me.

But if I fight back… …even if I die, I'm the only one left.

It was a short statement, but it was enough to drive morale to its limits.

Ma Cheon-so nodded, as if he thought he was ready, and began to explain the strategy.

“The opponent is the Lion King Mutae. There is no way to defeat him if we fight him head-on.”

Everyone nodded. It was something they knew. There was no news from the Murim Alliance that they had asked for help, and even the best of the best, the Dangjo and the Hyupseung, had not attended.

In addition, the main camp includes Yeonju, the overlord Geomchi, and the Ronin King Chusa Kang.

But in Sacheonhoe's eyes, there was no sign of defeat like before.

The reason was that he felt a strange power from Ma Cheon So.

He had the confidence that he would definitely win.

And this gave rise to the belief that a miraculous change would occur.

The belief that he will personally lead the battlefield and write a new history in the Central Plains. And the belief that today will be the beginning.

“But if they jump into the trap I prepared, it’s a different story. Like… moths to a flame.”

Ma Cheon-so raised the corners of his mouth while looking at Tae-gi-bang.

Only then did the Sacheonhoe warriors begin to guess his intentions a little. Why did he come all the way here? Why did he take the time to talk to Taegibang?

The idea is to set a trap right here and lure them in.

Mutae is not a man skilled in strategy and tactics, and is like a moth that rushes to a flame without regard for water or fire when it sees an opponent.

It was obvious that if I just threw out one bait, he would fall for it.

And luckily, there was bait here.

“It’s me.”

Baekryo. She opened her mouth as if she was shocked.

"that's right."

“One, Huiju. The Lion King is a master of the ten highest ranks in the world. Is there any way to tie him up here?”

When Baekryo asked, everyone turned their attention to Dang Baek-su, the head of the Tang family.

I wondered if he, who was skilled in poison and traps, had discussed it with Ma Cheon-so in advance.

Hana Dangbaeksu shook his head as if he was hearing it for the first time.

Baekryo looked straight at Ma Cheon So again.

“There is no such way. But you can separate the lion from the pride.”

"how……?"

“You said that earlier.”

“So Seung-i?”

Ma Cheon-so nodded and walked forward. Everyone followed him as if they were possessed, and pushed through the bushes.

Wheeing-!

A steep cliff appeared.

"no way……."

The corners of Ma Cheon-so's mouth rose brightly.

“Baekryo, you need to get away from here today.”

Oh my god. Amitabha. Oh my god.

About half an hour until we meet the Lion King.

Baekryo was truly deeply distressed.

Should I just… … go back?

* * *

The Black Death Sect, one of the elite factions of the Apostolic Alliance, was originally a group of gangsters with deep roots in the underworld.

He was the greatest and no one in that world could ignore him.

However, Seol Gwang, who was leading the Black Death faction at the time, was not satisfied with this.

No matter how much I flew and crawled, I was dissatisfied with the reality that I had to crawl in fear even if a single martial arts master appeared.

So he always had grand plans.

It was a common and crazy idea of villains to kidnap good children to an island and raise them to become masters.

With the money he had earned, he bought all sorts of supplies, and he even collected poisons without hesitation if they helped him increase his internal energy.

I put into practice everything I had heard.

Such as making the kidnapped children fight each other to the death or releasing the demons onto the island.

The problem was that they only knew how to do things, but they had no systematic rules or anyone to teach them martial arts.

They just stuffed everything they could into the island until it was teeming with activity.

There is only one thing they taught.

Your only belief was that you were a black sect.

But less than a year later, something unexpected happened.

The Black Death faction was defeated by the first swordsman of the Shamans. The problem was that the child he kidnapped was the child of his beloved disciple.

In that way, Seol Gwang-do and his close associates all lost their lives without exception.

Everyone who knew of the island's existence has disappeared.

So they were abandoned.

And then again ten years later.

The Black Death has been resurrected.

More poisonous and cruel than ever before.

Under the new leader's name, Geomchi.

“It’s over there.”

The Black Death Sect warriors, who had received Geomchi's order to find someone to kill, followed the hunter's tracks into the forest.

Although they managed to erase the traces fairly well, they could not fool their five senses.

I sniffed the floor and followed behind like a ghost.

Whoever gets hit, today will probably be the unluckiest day of their lives.

Why the Apostolic Union?

And of all the factions, you'll have to deal with the most brutal of them all, the Black Death Sect.

Finally, after much chasing, they reached a village.

There was a shabby sign stuck on the floor.

【Bulmunchon】

Don't ask me anything. The name itself was strange.

“Bulmunchon…? Is this a village where sinners stay?”

I tilted my head at the unknown gloom, but it didn't matter anyway.

Whether they are criminals or government soldiers, as long as their necks are tied, that's all that matters.

Shhhhh!

At one wink, a dozen warriors rushed into the village in the blink of an eye.

Then, the first thing that caught my eye was a tall man dozing off in what appeared to be a grave.

The warriors made eye contact and nodded briefly.

You take that one. The rest go inside.

There was no need to say anything. Their breathing was familiar, and the current Black Death Sect was comprised of extremely trained masters.

Shririk!

One of the Black Death's warriors threw a noose and put it around the tall man's neck.

Now it's time to wake up. The moment you grab this rope and pull it back, you'll be dragged along screaming.

It had to be that way, that's right.

"uh……?!"

No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't pull as if it was stuck on a stake. It was the same even if I twisted my waist backwards as if I was carrying it.

My mind went dark due to embarrassment. The other Black Death warriors had already headed into the village. I was the only one left.

That moment when you take a deep breath and slowly look back.

“Who is it?”

It was creepy. Even with my extremely trained senses, there was no sign of anything.

Just behind him, a tall man was looking down with an eerie look in his eyes, one of his empty sleeves flapping.

What the heck? Wasn't it just an ordinary village?

“I guess you don’t have the heart to answer. But you will. We’ll have plenty of time to talk.”

“Shit… Ugh!”

Boom! The moment the warrior pulled back and was about to put down his sword, a dagger was quickly stabbed into his side.

Then, he grabbed my chin with his big hand so that I couldn't scream, lifted it up, and then slammed it to the ground.

Bam! I feel like my bones are completely shattered from my ankles to my knees.

If it ended here, I would have blown the whistle with whatever sanity I had left, but there was no way.

As soon as I was rendered helpless, he started breaking my shoulder blades without stopping. Crunch, crunch!

I couldn't even scream because I couldn't breathe. All I could do was stare at him with eyes that looked like they were going to burst.

Do you know that you are alone?

I hoped and hoped again.

And as if in response, screams poured out one after another from inside the village.

“Kkaaaaaaah-!”

“Ugh!”

What did I tell you? You will definitely regret it… … .

“I guess it’s over.”

What? His confident words made my eyes widen in confusion. But the thought didn't last long.

He hung his broken legs with a noose. Then, as he was dragged away, excruciating pain washed over him.

“Kyaaaaah! This…… wicked bastard…… will definitely…… be torn to pieces……aaaah!”

“Is that a compliment?”

The Black Death Sect is a group of monstrous creatures that survived on a hellish island.

Probably no one I've ever met could compare to him in terms of cruelty.

There is a saying that if someone runs, there is someone better than them. I just chose the wrong opponent.

Today will probably be the unluckiest day of your life.

Because I encountered those who were born evil.

Because I met the traitorous Demonic Cult of the Central Plains.

*

Knock. Knock. Knock. My eyelids fluttered at the sound of water drops crashing. I must have lost consciousness for a moment. The Black Death Warrior thought back on the current situation.

Clearly, he went to war in Guizhou and was ordered to find a scapegoat to be beheaded. After that, he followed the trail, and… … he reached a village called Bulmunchon… … and… … .

“Ugh…… Euaaaah!”

The moment I realized reality, the sight that came into my eyes was horrific.

Men tied up with ropes, naked and hung upside down.

One, two, three… … eleven. They were so damaged that it was hard to even recognize their shape, but there was no way I couldn’t recognize them.

A snake tattoo carved into the body.

It was the Black Death. They were his family.

They all died.

Drops of blood dripped from his body and pooled on the floor.

“Are you awake?”

As she turned her head with difficulty, a middle-aged man was sitting on the water jug, looking at her with indifferent eyes. Her pupils trembled in fear and her saliva flowed.

I remembered everything.

The author is a demon.

A person who inflicts unimaginable cruelty on themselves without changing their expression at all.

It was the blood of the leader of the Gwangmyeong Cheonmadae.

“It’s been a while. Let’s ask right away.”

Hyeol-ra placed his interlocked fingers on his nose, glanced up at it, and spoke softly.

'Shut up! I've survived on this hellish island. Do you think the Black Death Sect will surrender to the likes of you?'

A deep resentment burst out from within. It was weak. All I could do was wiggle my eyebrows. I forced myself to hold it in, fearing that my thoughts would be caught.

It was that scary.

This kind of fear was the first since Geomchi and Yeonju.

‘Who the hell are you… … . What is this Bulmunchon… … .’

If I had known, perhaps it would have made a little more sense.

Who is Hyulra?

Although people tend to forget this because of his usually polite appearance, he is one of the most cruel and tyrannical members of the Demonic Cult.

It is also known as the strongest lord of all time.

It's strange that I can endure being interrogated by him.

“No, I will tell you.”

“How did you come to Bulmunchon?”

“To find someone to be executed in the village…… Kkaaaak!”

“Wrong.”

As Hyulra waved his hand, another sword mark was engraved on his chest.

I thought I had forgotten the pain because the pain was so extreme, but no. The pain was so intense that my blood was boiling, more so than the cut.

“I’ll ask again. How did you come to Bulmunchon?”

“Ah……. Please kill me…….”

“Wrong.”

The pain of the blood burning all over his body continued again. Musa's powerless eyes turned to his family members on his left and right.

There are dozens of sword marks carved into the body.

Everyone died after this horrible experience.

Musa answered weakly in a locked voice.

“Scent… the traces of a hunter… I smelled it….”

Musa tightly closed his eyes. He felt as if his soul was being torn apart by the pain that would continue again. However, for some reason, there was no response, so when he opened his eyes again, Hyeol-ra was nodding.

“Are they the ones who have developed the five senses like Salsu? There’s no way they would have developed Salsu in the Apostolic Union. How many are there?”

“The ones in Guizhou are…… excluding us…… fifty-nine……”

“I’ll be back soon. Thanks for your hard work.”

Ssuk! A red line was drawn on the warrior's neck. The warrior closed his eyes with a restful expression.

Boom. Degururu.