I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 250

Episode 250: Apostle (6)

Southern Guizhou Apostolic Corps Headquarters

When the Vanguard and the Sacheonhoe clashed in the North.

In the village of the same tribe where the main force was staying, a conversation between Geomchi and the Ronin King Chusa Kang was in full swing.

They sat facing each other in an abandoned house, lighting a candle.

Looking at Chusa Kang's graying beard and frequent scars, he looked like a seasoned old man.

The attire was also unusual.

He wore a bamboo hat, a red robe, and an old suit of armor with a dragon engraved on it, and he looked like a strange mix of a martial artist and a general.

Chusa Kang said.

“You are more cautious and serious than other Saphas. That’s why I like you.”

“That’s too much praise.”

“They say that the strong make mistakes because they are drunk on pride. But that doesn’t apply to you.”

“I’m strong… I’m just a rat in front of Yeonju.”

“Isn’t he human?”

"haha……."

At Chusa River's joke, Geomchi let out an awkward laugh.

It's not human. That's right. Whether you look at it from a realm or a personality perspective, it's a monster created by the compilation of ten thousand souls. But, that's not the important thing.

Chusa Kang glanced at Geomchi's gaze, then turned his head and spoke.

“Now tell me. What do you want to ask of me?”

“How did you know?”

“I sometimes see it when I’m on the battlefield. When things don’t go the way generals want, they make faces like yours.”

Perhaps embarrassed by his true feelings being revealed, Geomchi lowered his head.

Let me make it clear that Geomchi didn't show it openly. Chusa Kang's insight was indescribably outstanding.

“It’s not a big deal. Not yet.”

“In war, you can’t miss even the smallest spark. Sometimes, even the most brilliant strategy can crumble like a sand castle from an unexpected raindrop. Tell me. I’m a pawn who would jump in even if it meant death if I had the name and the price.”

The King of Ronin is a pawn. If you go around talking like that, you'll end up facing an army of a hundred thousand Ronin.

Geomchi shook his head and took a shallow breath.

“It seems like the guys who went out to carry out Yeonju’s orders got hit.”

"hmm……."

Chusa Kang nodded his head.

If Geomchi was going to say something like that, he would have lit a smoke bomb to signal something, and he would have exhausted all other means.

So of course I wouldn't be asking you to find it for me.

If the Sacheonhoe had set up a trap nearby in advance to target the advance party… … .

Geomchi read his thoughts and spoke in advance.

“The place where Mutae went is to the east. The place where the kids disappeared is ten li to the northwest. So it’s not a big deal yet. It’s just that all traces of the kids have been lost.”

“Someone must have erased it.”

"yes."

Geomchi's worries were also passed on to Chusa Kang.

It's none other than the Black Death Sect.

Those who survived on an abandoned island, relying solely on instinct.

Erasing their traces was by no means a matter to be passed over lightly.

“Shall we go out?”

Chusa Kang got up from his seat and went out the door. Geomchi followed him.

The dark night air was thick, and torches were lit up here and there.

There are thousands of Apostolic Warriors gathered here.

Even if the Murim Alliance invades, it is enough to compete with each other.

“The Apostles are strong.”

“Yes, it’s hard to make a living. But no one is in their right mind.”

“Being strong isn’t determined by wealth or character. Haha. Being able to trample on others without anyone looking down on you. That’s what’s important.”

Geomchi looked at him blankly.

Then Chusa Kang raised his lips cruelly and continued speaking.

“I understand why you are worried now. It doesn’t seem normal, and you were probably worried about taking action yourself. After all, you are a soldier. But, Geomchi, there is no next time. No matter what the situation, no matter who the opponent is, you must immediately repay me in kind. That way, you won’t be looked down upon.”

After finishing speaking, Chusa Kang put his index finger to his mouth and whistled loudly. Beep! Beep! Then, the torches that had been scattered in silence began to gather together in an uncountable number.

In the short time, there were only one hundred people who had been established.

Veteran warriors wearing old armor.

It was a band of ronin led by him.

“I’ll pay you later. Have a nice trip.”

Chusa Kang greeted me by bringing his index and middle fingers together and lifting them from his eyebrows.

But Geomchi's expression was unusual. His eyes, which had seemed puzzled, gradually became narrower, and his brows furrowed.

"hmm……?"

Chusa Kang, who had been tilting his head, also gradually became distorted like a piece of paper.

The swordsman opened his mouth.

“I guess you don’t have to go.”

“I guess so.”

Kwaaaaang-! As soon as he finished speaking, a loud noise woke the village from its deep sleep.

Then screams echoed from below.

Chusa Kang said with a sly smile.

“Since you’ve come this far, it must be one of two things. Either you’ve gotten out of the boat, or you’ve given up on life. Either way. Do you want to come with me?”

“Let’s go. I feel okay for now, but I’ll be tired when I wake up.”

Geomchi pointed behind his shoulder with his thumb. That was where Yeonju was staying. Then he started walking down the road.

Chusa Gang followed along, bursting into laughter.

* * *

“Who are you?!”

At the entrance to the village on the mountainside, there were visits from strangers.

“Kik. Who are you asking?”

“……I came to meet Yeonju.”

A boy who keeps grinning as if he is very happy, and a middle-aged man who speaks with a serious tone.

It's Hyulra and Guyangryong.

They really showed up at the Apostolic Union headquarters.

It wasn't just the two of them. Behind them, there was a group of assassins with fierce eyes, unfolding their wings.

“Have you seen these crazy kids? Who are you coming to see?”

The warrior of the Apostolic Corps was so dumbfounded that he even asked a question that he didn't need to ask.

Then, perhaps because it was dark, he squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

If even a hundred people had come, I would have yelled at them to call them intruders. This is dozens of crazy men fighting over one kid.

“What the hell are you guys doing? Do you even know where this place is? Hehe. Man, this is ridiculous.”

“Kik. Us? We came from the village in front of there.”

“What? Huh…… Keuhahahaha!”

“Kick, hahaha! Was that funny? But it’s true.”

“Ah, Bulmunchon……. Hehe…….”

The warriors of Guyangryong and Sadolyeon looked at each other and burst into laughter.

“Yes, the people of Bulmunchon who live in the backwaters of Guiju, why did you wake up because of the noise? Are you angry and came here? I’m sorry about this.”

As the warrior took a step forward and sneered, dozens of warriors sensed the commotion and rushed in behind him.

The man who came out earlier stuck his head out as if to threaten Gu Yang-ryong and spoke to him.

“Hey, you little punk. Are you laughing? Have you been getting teased by people around you for being young? Is that why? You fu*king punk. Should I rip your mouth off?”

“Kick.”

“But this little bastard is like a worm…….”

Shh! The warrior who had been shouting excitedly along with the faint sound of wind suddenly stopped talking. His posture also became stiff.

“Oh, this is fun. This is fun. Do you like these?”

“Enough of the useless pranks. You haven’t forgotten why we came here, have you?”

“Kik. I told you I’d be here soon?”

“Or I will kill you first.”

“As much as you want. Hehe. I think there are more people than that. Shouldn’t we reduce the number before they come?”

“……Of course.”

As the mysterious conversation between Guyangryong and Hyulra continued, the faces of the warriors behind them continued to fill with doubt.

Why on earth is he listening to such things? Another warrior nearby frowned and tapped the stiff warrior's shoulder.

“Hey, what are you doing… Uh… Uh!”

Thud. Degururu. Then, with an eerie sound, the head of the warrior in the front rolled on the floor.

Choaaaah! Then, a stream of blood spurted out, and the new forms of Hyulra and Guyangryong beyond it disappeared like the wind.

“Tch, intrusion……!”

Now I understand. Why did that guy die without even opening his mouth?

When I realized it, it was too late. The blade had already passed over my neck.

Crunch! Pushuuuk!

“Kick. Nice to meet you.”

At the same time as Guyangryong’s inappropriate greeting, a red explosion of blood erupted around Hyulra who had dug in.

Kwaaaaang!

The nearby warriors were torn to pieces and scattered.

“My lord’s enemy is my enemy.”

Hyul-ra murmured softly and glared at the warriors descending like a swarm of bees.

“I’ll kill them all.”

Thus began the war between the Apostles and the Demonic Cult.

Hyul-ra jumped up alone and strode between the warriors, and Guyang-ryong followed behind, slashing them with his Thousand-Slaughter Blade regardless of the distance.

The assassination squad cut down the warriors of the Sadoryeon with even more skill than before.

In particular, the achievements of Danshikang, Dantaeyong, Danbong, and Danyeokman have grown to an astonishing degree.

“Kwaaaaah!”

“Break……”

Screams filled the air, and the entrance was paved with corpses.

It was that strong and there was no mercy.

But, to anyone who saw it, this was a reckless situation.

The number of warriors in the Apostolic Alliance is only in the thousands. In addition, the elite Ronin Corps and the Black Death Sect have not even appeared, and the Overlord and Ronin King have not yet appeared.

And that's not all. At the end, there was a noble king of fraud who had reached the realm of a god.

Yet, there was no fear or trembling in the eyes of Hyul-ra and Cheok-sal-jo.

The leader will come.

The long-awaited Ma Cheon So is coming here.

That's enough.

That's the devil's cult.

'Kik… … It's fun, it's fun, it's fun!'

Of course, not all reasons are the same.

In any case, the divine power of Hyulra and Guyangryong was too overwhelming for a single warrior to deal with, even if they were the Sadoyeon.

When he swung his sword, three or four of them were split in two, and when Hyul-ra reached out, they burst apart.

A realm beyond human.

The momentum that had been rushing towards the two who had reached the peak of their power was greatly dampened.

He gave them the go-ahead, and as they neared the middle of the mountain, hundreds of warriors were waiting for them on a wide plain ahead.

This time, Hyulra and Gu Yangryong also did not move right away. It was because they felt that something was unusual.

One side was a group of men in black uniforms who had been searching for the village of Bulmunchon, and the other side was a group of men wearing armor and bamboo hats.

It was the Black Death and the Ronin Band.

Then, countless Apostolic Warriors lined up behind them.

Your antics end here. Their expressions said just that.

But.

“Huh, which one?”

“Take the left.”

“Then I’ll go left. Kick.”

Instead of being oppressed by the energy, Guyangryong and Hyulra turned their bodies to the left and right. Rather, they were full of fighting spirit as if they were going to jump in at any moment.

The assassination squad also showed their determination to kill by adjusting their posture in the back row.

It means that we will face this large army without retreating.

A critical situation.

The moment Hyulra and Gu Yangryong were about to move, the gap between the Black Death Sect and the Ronin Corps split like the Red Sea.

Thud, thud.

And then two people walked along the path that had opened up.

“Huh…….”

"hmm……."

They say the strong recognize each other.

For the first time, a strange light appeared in Gu Yang-ryong and Hyeol-ra's eyes.

“It’s so fearless.”

“Haha, he looks like that too.”

The overlord Geomchi and the ronin king Chusa Kang.

It was their appearance.

Chuck! They faced each other from a distance of twenty paces.

Even though I was just watching, a suffocating and murderous atmosphere spread across the mountains and fields.

Geomchi took another step forward first. He looked completely different from before.

His gaze was beyond indifference; it was terribly cold, and his demeanor was so sharp that it seemed as if it would tear apart.

“If things have gotten this bad, it seems like you have no intention of going back alive. I’ll ask out of courtesy. Are you a member of the Murim Alliance?”

“Kik. Can you see it?”

“No, I asked a pointless question. I’ll ask again. What about the will?”

“Kick… shit.”

“Oh, I heard it well.”

As soon as Geomchi finished speaking, he pulled out his subordinate's sword and slashed the air in a circle above his head.

Okay then.

Shhhhhhh! An explosive sword energy shot out along with a cool sound like a piece of paper being cut by a sword.

The corners of Gu Yang-ryong's mouth went up as if torn apart, and Shin-hyung disappeared like smoke.

Kwakwakwakwang!

Dozens of trees fell with Geomchi's single sword, and Guyangryong's Thousand-Slayer Sword, which appeared like a shadow in front of him, was cut down.

Kaaaaah!

Two people standing with swords facing each other.

Great Thousand Killers Guyangryong and Overlord Geomchi.

They clashed.