I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 253

Episode 253: The Apostle (9)

Since ancient times, rumors have tended to be exaggerated.

Even when rumors spread that the Six Kings of the Sado League were equal to the Ten Kings of the World, the Murim Alliance did not acknowledge them.

'Martial arts are the fruit of cultivation.'

This was because it did not conform to the basic principles that the sect advocated. I thought it was absurd for a group of sectarians who lacked character and morality and only committed evil to discuss the state of Hwagyeong, which was on the verge of becoming a god.

The same was true for the nobleman who stood tall among the three.

It was just that the number of people who suffered from him was so numerous that it became a common term. Whenever he was compared to the leader, he was always laughed at.

One, three years ago.

It was revealed to the world that all of this was the overconfidence of the political faction.

Cheonhasipjeol was killed by Geomchi and Mutae, and in the confrontation between Maengju and Yeonju, he proved his divine power.

So, the modern martial arts world calls these two people the God of War and the God of Death, and praises them as the Two Gods.

God.

The fraud king was very pleased with these words. He felt that now he had finally been properly evaluated by the world.

Moreover, the only ones who could stand against him were the cult leader Ma Tae-pyeong and the leader Yang Tae-hong, but now even they are gone… … .

No one will be able to stop you.

I will become the one and only god.

I will show it to everyone through this conquest.

I thought so.

It certainly was.

"You broke the wall of ten thousand souls…?"

The expression "wakened" was not correct. To be exact, it disappeared.

Did he underestimate the current leader of the Demonic Cult? No. He was quite capable, but he was not worthy of being compared to himself.

"But how?"

He got up from his bed on this floor and walked towards the window.

I thought I had miscalculated, but when I saw the black flames rising in the distance, I knew I had guessed correctly.

His own martial arts skill, Manhon Gangbyeok, was broken.

"Geomchiya. Oh, you're not here?"

Well, I'll just kill him again. He raised his hand. Then, a loud scream! The Gwichondo was caught.

As soon as I turned my head slightly, a furrow formed between my eyebrows, and a purple glow wrapped around my hand without mercy.

Then he threw it without hesitation.

Kwakwakwakwak!

In the path that the Gwichondo flew through, buildings and trees were torn to shreds without a trace. Even the untouched ground was not intact. Crunch! It was as if someone had dug up a rough road.

It was a truly earth-shattering act.

That moment when the noble and the common people are stuck in the darkness from afar.

Oh my god!

A shock wave struck, accompanied by a deafening crackle in the vicinity.

A scorched earth space.

Shh. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. He had no worries about his subordinates.

This time, it's certain. He's dead.

That was the only thought on my mind.

"I'm sleepy."

The fraud king approached the bed with a relieved heart, as if his business had been completed.

At that time, I had such a complacent mind.

Hmm. The fraud king quickly turned around with a stiff expression.

And I saw.

From a distance outside the window, he saw his own noble and heavenly sword covered in black smoke and flying like lightning.

"Look at this kid."

Kwaaaaang!

The whole palace was engulfed in flames.

*

"ah……."

Danshikang rubbed his eyes. He thought it was a dream. He thought it was his last dream before he died.

Black flames swept through the surroundings, and soon after, a merciless sword flew in, causing an ear-splitting roar.

But I was fine. There was nothing that hurt. So I thought it was just a longing illusion created by the wind.

A dream I had longed for, a dream I had desperately hoped for.

A foolish dream that he would appear and set the path for them.

"Ha… haha… fu*k… this is a dream. It's true. Huh? If not… "

He was there.

An evil spirit that exudes majesty and flickers flames that seem like they will never go out.

A legendary martial art that has been passed down only by word of mouth in the Demonic Cult.

The symbol of the Heavenly Demon God.

The devil.

The sturdy back of that world was captured in my sight.

And then the devil slowly turns his body towards me.

"I never gave permission."

"iced coffee……."

Tears burst out. They flowed without stopping before I could even think.

Although the true face could not be seen because it was covered by the sacred mask, it was clear.

The only being who can issue an order to all of them.

"Who was it that wanted to die on their own?"

"Ugh……"

"It's been a while."

"Ugh, ugh!"

Danshikang wept bitterly.

It's Ma Cheon So Da. It's my lord.

He came.

He really arrived here.

I met him again after searching for so long.

"Holy Fire is God, the world of enlightenment! I meet the leader!"

"Holy Fire is God, the world of enlightenment! I meet the leader!"

Led by Hyul-ra, the assassination squad shouted at the top of their lungs and fell to the ground.

Ma Cheon-so looked down at this indifferently and nodded his head.

I didn't ask why they were here. No, there was no need to say anything else. It was enough that we met safely.

"My lord… Are you really my lord?"

As Hyulra approached, Ma Cheon-so stared blankly at his empty stomach.

Then he flew the new model without even giving a single word of answer.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The flames flickered, and a figure appeared in the distance. And there he was.

The King of Ronin, Chusa Kang.

It happened in an instant.

"You are the leader… Kkaaaak!"

Kwajik!

There was no word. He grabbed my shoulder in an instant with indifferent eyes, as if he was looking at a bug.

Flames shot out from his palm, and Chusa Kang quickly poured out his power with a strong scream, but it was no use.

Woohoo!

The more he tried to escape, the more violent Ma Cheon-so’s momentum became. Chu Sa-gang, overcome with anger, threw a dozen punches at his face.

Shhhhhh!

All that comes back is the empty sound of the wind.

Ma Cheon-so just nods his head and clears away all the weeds.

Bam!

I tore his arm like I was tearing paper.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

The Ronin King screamed with a face full of confusion. Even the assassins and Hyulra's eyes widened.

Thud. He threw his pulled out arm to the floor and swept the Apostolic Warriors away as if he was sweeping them away.

Unlike the Sacheonhoe, Ma Cheon-so did not hide his status.

Standing tall. The warriors who were rushing forward stopped without taking a single step.

I quickly lowered my head or looked away, afraid that our eyes might meet.

It wasn't because the warriors of the Apostolic Alliance were a rabble. They were strong. They were masters who could fly and crawl in the martial arts world.

An indescribable oppression filled the air, and the terribly indifferent and cold eyes within it made everyone panic.

What I fear most of all is… … .

'If you go against me, you die. I won't just kill one, I'll kill everyone here.'

The momentum of Ma Cheon-so. His eyes. They were saying so.

There is only one thing that can overwhelm a crowd simply by its presence.

'Lian Zhu's… … opponent.'

Chusa Kang looked at him with a blank expression. The pain of losing an arm and worries about the future were not important at the moment.

A black half-mask and a wind-blown robe that would be worn in the West.

Even the evil spirits that sit behind you as if they're going to devour everything.

'It is clear that this person has entered the ranks of the gods. How can he, who is not even the most revered Demon Lord in the world, be the son of…? … Is it really true that the Demonic Cult is a sore spot that should not be touched?'

Chusa Kang was proud of having seen the many statues of Manhwi while crossing countless death lines, but the three beings were beings that should not have existed in the same era.

He sometimes laughed at this, saying it was God's mistake.

But… … .

Another mistake has been made.

A new being has appeared. A new being who is on par with the Three Lords.

"My lord……"

Hyul-ra called him with complicated feelings. Ma-cheon-so threw Chu-sa-gang down like an old shoe and touched the acupoint on Hyul-ra’s arm where blood was dripping down.

Because he was so shocked that he had not even tried to stop the bleeding, his face was pale and colorless.

"I'm resting."

Ma Cheon-so's voice was faint, but it was filled with anger. Even if he cut off Chu Sa-gang's arm, he would not be satisfied.

Even at the words “let’s rest,” Hyulra shook her head and smiled.

"I tried to get out of here somehow and tell my lord not to come back… But now that I think about it, it was a waste of time."

"That's right. It was a waste of time. I lost my hand for nothing."

"Isn't it better than the chosen author? You've changed a lot…?"

"Is that a compliment?"

"It's awe-inspiring."

Is it something to be feared for someone to grab your arm and pull it out in anger? Ma Cheon-so turned around, laughing in disbelief.

Then he paused for a moment and spoke softly.

"I'm with you now."

Hyulra answered with a big smile.

"Your name!"

Step by step, step by step. As Ma Cheon So took a step forward, the Sado-ryeon warriors also took a step back.

It was a strange sight. It was as if there was an invisible wall blocking the distance.

It's thousands to one.

Still, like prey before a predator, Sado-ryeon trembled.

This was an instinct for the minimum stability required for survival.

"There's nowhere else to go…."

The warriors who had been driven to the edge of the cliff were discouraged. Was it because they heard this? Ma Cheon-so stopped walking.

The warriors of the Apostolic Corps sigh in relief.

Ma Cheon-so looked into the distance absentmindedly as if waiting for someone.

Okay then.

Kkaaaak!

The scream of Gwichundou tore through the sky, and he descended upon the ground.

"Are you the leader of the Demonic Cult?"

Blonde hair that looks bright even at night, and cloudy gray eyes.

The master of the Apostolic Union.

It was a meeting between a nobleman and a heavenly horse.

Anyone who saw him could tell he was very angry. His once-gorgeous robe had turned black from the fire, and his hair, which had been tied up with a hairpin, had come loose and become a mess.

Ma Cheon-so looked him up and down and snickered.

"Apostle Lord. I heard you were out of your mind, but now that I think about it… you're not wrong."

"Hehe. Look at this kid. Did you make him like that?"

The fraud king gestured to Chusa Kang, who was shoved into the corner.

“You keep asking stupid questions. I can’t go with you if you keep doing this.”

"Water is the answer to the question. If you want to get out alive. Oh, is that hard? Hmph."

"curious?"

Ma Cheon-so shrugged his shoulders and reached out again.

Wheaaaaaaaaa, chuck!

Then, Chusa Kang was suddenly sucked in and grabbed by the collar. Then, he grabbed her hair with his other hand.

It looks like it could be pulled out at any moment.

"This… is a funny kid?"

The corners of Apostolic Priest's lips were forcibly raised. However, his heart was filled with embarrassment.

It wasn't because he valued Chusa Kang's life. It was because no matter how he looked at it, Ma Cheon So didn't seem inferior to him.

He's not even a demon, he's just a son. He's on the same level as me, a god.

Even when he fought Yang Tae-hong or met Ma Tae-pyeong, he was not this flustered. They were beings who had already attained the state of spiritual possession before he was reborn through the Great Law of Ghostly Soul.

So this was my first time feeling like this.

This is the feeling of a junior from far away striding up from beneath you and strangling you.

"It's scary."

Ma Cheon-so chuckled and threw Chu Sa-gang down.

Boom! Ma Cheon-so greeted him as he was pushed back into the corner.

"The matter between subordinates is settled at this level. He is the leader of the Myunggyo sect."

"You say we're going to form an alliance, but you come in on your own, destroy everything, and finish us off? Hey. Who would want that?"

Ma Cheon-so frowned. He was the one who came first. I couldn’t believe it. He glanced at Hyeol-ra behind him as if to ask if that was true.

[you're right.]

It's a good conversation. It's refreshing. Ma Cheon So's mouth is watering.

[Good job. If you were going to do it, why don't you just kill them all?]

[I'm embarrassed. The lotus is stronger than I thought.]

[That is.]

Ma Cheon-so turned his head again. The fraud king laughed brightly as if he had confirmed it, then wiggled his eyebrows as if telling him to talk more.

"You want some kind of compensation for playing a prank? You're not only stupid, you're also narrow-minded."

"Keep talking. I'm thinking about how to kill you."

"Why are you thinking of things that can't be achieved? You're not in a position to do that, are you?"

"Huh. What's the situation? Are you going to do it to the leader who will soon die and disappear?"

"Zhongyuan. Do you think you can have it?"

"of course……."

"No, you can't have it. That's why you said you'd meet me."

After Ma Cheon-so finished speaking, he waved his hand.

Then, flames burst from the tips of the demon's fingers, and a huge wall of fire formed outside the two people.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The fraud king swung the sword that had been sucked in and bit Ma Cheon So's neck.

"What are you trying to do now?"

Ting! Ma Cheon-so struck the Gui Cheon Do with his finger. The recoil pushed his arm back, and in the meantime, he leaned forward and said with a sly smile.

"Zhongyuan. Let's eat."