I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 306

Episode 306: The Fall (4)

The crowd cheered wildly at Ma Cheon-so's remark, and Jegalmun laughed in vain as if it was ridiculous.

"You, who have joined hands with the Sadolyeon, are you qualified to talk about justice? You can't surpass me. This meager public opinion can be easily overturned. Laugh as much as you want for now. It won't be long before you realize your limits."

As Jegalmun and his followers were gnashing their teeth, shocking news burst out of Chun-gae's mouth once again.

"As you said, I've erased the connection with Jongnam. So, I hope to meet again soon. Otherwise, I'll go to Sacheon. Sado Ryunju… the King of Conspiracy."

Stop. The roaring noise vanished like dust.

I couldn't believe my ears. Did I hear wrong?

Chun-gae lifted the letter with trembling hands.

At the end, there's undoubtedly the seal of the Apostolic Order. No one can fail to understand its meaning.

This was clear evidence that the agent was in collusion with the Apostolic Union.

"Oh, no. I've never received a letter like that! This is…!"

"Agency."

Ma Cheon-so spoke softly and stepped forward.

"Was this also an inevitable sacrifice for the greater good? Joining hands with the Sadoryeon to destroy the Jongnam and Gongdong factions?"

"Shut up-! Inooooom!"

Jegalmun and his men burst into flames and stabbed Ilsu.

Although the intense killing intent is enough to break through a mountain, it is still at its peak.

Ma Cheon-so dodged the blow with a slight movement of his body and placed the black cowhide on his Adam's apple.

Sigh. Blood collects in the thinly drawn line.

"This, this guy…."

Jegalmun, who was subdued in an instant, was speechless at Ma Cheon-so's chilling gaze.

Soon his breath came closer and touched my ear.

"Give up. There's no one here to protect you. This is your limit. You're a helpless child who can't do anything on your own."

"Do you think you've won? That rigged account will be exposed in no time. Do you think they're on your side? Don't get me wrong. They could turn their backs at any moment…"

[I told you. This time, it's not a lie. That… that's real. Ugh.]

What? Jegalmundeng's eyes were filled with shock.

Is that real…? Then it wasn’t that we held hands… but that we ordered the destruction of the old file room…

"I will make another suggestion to you, my friends!"

With a bang, Ma Cheon-so lifted his sword. Then, glaring fiercely at Jegalmundeng, he continued speaking.

"I will drag traitors like Jegalmun and others out of their positions and imprison them, and personally investigate their relationship with the Sadoryeon. Is there anyone who opposes this?"

A quiet silence flows.

The crowd and the people all kept their mouths shut and turned away from Zhuge Liang.

Who would take his side in this situation?

I can confidently say that there was not a single one.

"You… you…!"

Jegalmun was overcome with rage, as if his hair was about to be pulled out. His face turned bright red, and his blood vessels convulsed.

Then, Ma Cheon-so blocked his vision with a black bow and pointed at his acupoint.

[Regret is no longer mine. It's entirely your responsibility. When you come out again… …you'll be a traitor to the world. I'll make it so.]

Burr. Jegalmundeng's body trembled uncontrollably.

Why on earth? Why is it like this?

How could a person of that level not only join hands with the Sadoryeon but also order the destruction of the Gupailbang?

Just when I was about to burst from deep doubt, Ma Cheon-so spoke as if he was piercing through my mind.

[Are you curious? Why do I do this? … .]

Jegalmun's pupils dilated.

I'm curious. I'm dying of curiosity. Why? Why!

Even if he had not necessarily rejected himself, he would have been worthy of sitting in the leader's seat at any time.

But why? Why on earth!

[The letter that came to the apostle earlier. I am the recipient.]

Who doesn't know that? Of course you're the one who did it. What I'm curious about is…

[Not Mr. Ma, the head of the Sacheonhoe, but me. To Ma Cheon-so.]

Ma Cheon-so? That name sounds familiar… …. The moment I tilted my head, he chuckled and put an end to it.

[I am the leader of the Demonic Cult.]

Ah… …? Jegalmundeng’s pupils shook, and he collapsed to the ground.

My mind is spinning. Who? The leader of the Demonic Cult…? Who? Could it be… Could it be…?

[Thank you for your hard work. I'll take over the Murim Alliance, so don't worry too much. I'll send the Jegal family and your descendants soon. Well then… … Goodbye, soldier.]

Ma Cheon-so supported Jegalmun and pushed in the Heavenly Demon God while holding the back of his head with a cruel arsenic.

Woof! Then an uncontrollable tidal wave crashes through his mind.

Ma Cheon-so's hands were extremely crude.

Jaina's martial arts skills, which have reached the pinnacle with just one head, are at best at the peak.

When Ma Cheon-so, who had reached the level of a god, lightly pushed in his internal energy, it collapsed in an instant.

'Oh, no… … . I have to tell everyone about this guy… … .'

Ah… …. Jegalmun’s pupils became cloudy and he eventually lost consciousness.

Shh. Ma Cheon-so suppressed an invisible laugh, gently laid him down, and then stood up.

And said.

"The Sacheonhoe… will annihilate the Sadoyeon. We will never stop until we have completely destroyed the outpost. I, Master Ma… will definitely do so."

Ma Cheon-so ascended the sky, step by step, as if climbing a ladder. Despite the emptiness, he felt no hesitation.

It is truly a miracle that will shake the world.

"ah……."

Everyone was shocked.

Was the Sacheonhoeju really this powerful? Even the Sabos doubted their own eyes.

But this wasn't the end.

Ma Cheon-so, who had been climbing for a while, began waving his hands toward the stage.

That's right!

Then, surprisingly, the stage caved in and words were engraved on it.

It was the absolute divine status that only those who had reached the state of enlightenment could display.

It was a moment that revealed to the world that the name Sacheonhoeju was not a vain one.

Then the crowd read the words he had written.

"Evil…destruction…."

Destroy the Apostolic Union.

It was the promise and resolution of Ma Cheon-so, the head of the Sacheonhoe.

Wow! A thunderous roar erupts, and admiration for him shines brightly in both eyes.

Jegalmundeng, lying in a miserable state, was no longer an object of interest.

He said.

The hero's place doesn't disappear. The person simply changes.

The place of Jegalmundeng was immediately replaced by Ma Cheon-so's name.

And this will only grow bigger as time goes on.

Until no one remembers Jegalmun and the others.

'Because I'm going to make it like that.'

The corners of Ma Cheon-so's mouth widened.

He looked down at the hero's path, fallen between life and death. He smiled brightly.

*

Yauljin, who arrived at the venue a little late, looked at the scenery from afar with regretful eyes.

‘Is it already too late… … . Jegalmundeng… … .’

Zhuge Liang fell, and the crowd cheered for Ma Cheon-so.

The tide has turned, the tide has turned.

If he were the sect leader you remember, he would never miss this opportunity.

Even if the Sabos return, they cannot match his cunning and overwhelming power while Jegalmun is absent.

It was clear that they would be defeated with great force.

'One, the Little Leader… He was a necessary evil in the Central Plains. If he were to disappear… '

A shadow fell over Yaluljin's face, and deep concern wrinkled his forehead.

It is not a look of concern for the safety of Jegalmun and others.

Surely he must have some reason for this.

"What happened?"

A woman's elegant voice rang in Yaluljin's ears.

A woman with pure looks, as if she couldn't catch a single bug. She is Ok Soo-rim, the third daughter of Jongnam Samsung.

"I'm asking if the agent… really joined hands with the Apostolic Corps."

"I don't know about that either. But, from now on… the martial arts world will be noisier than ever."

"What do you mean?"

"Now that the agent is gone… they will arrive here."

"Them?"

In response to Ok Soo-rim's question, Yal-jin gave her a bitter glare and turned away, saying a single word.

"Heavenly Palace……."

I was confident that the cheers echoing throughout the Murim Alliance would soon turn into screams.

* * *

Near the Murim Alliance

"Ugh… Where on earth do these people come from…"

Peng Cheol-gon, the leader of the Habuk Peng family, brandished his broad sword and clenched his teeth.

The wall of the Murim Alliance visible over there cannot help but feel so far away.

What the hell is this bolt from the blue? Just a quick glance around reveals more than a few fallen people.

It wasn't just a bunch of idiots who suffered, but the so-called "Myeongsuk" who suffered.

And that's just for three people.

'It's hard to deal with even one, let alone three. Who on earth are these people? Are they even the Kings of Death?'

Moreover, the number of subordinates he brought along was small, but they were not ordinary.

They became one like a school of flying fish, then scattered and slaughtered the Flying Dragons.

Moreover, it was burdensome to deal with them alone, and it was often impossible to resist due to the assassins who appeared and disappeared in the empty plains.

Shhh, bang!

"Ugh…."

While he was taking a breath, Peng Gaju barely managed to block a flying stray arrow from afar, but he was unable to overcome the force and rolled on the ground.

I quickly sat up. Suddenly, a sharp blade touched my Adam's apple.

"Kick. Did you block it?"

"Who the hell are you guys…."

"Did you stop it?"

"eww……."

"That's fun."

Just hearing him speak sent chills down my spine. Judging by his build and tone of voice, he was clearly a young boy, but the murderous intent tingling in my body was, I can confidently say, more intense and intense than anything I've ever experienced in my life.

"Try blocking this too."

Thud. As I was helplessly pushed back by the boy's gesture, I saw the rain sucked into his grasp, swirling around as if it were about to burst.

Kwarrrr. If space were to warp, would this be the noise? Just hearing it sent chills down my spine, and then the boy's hand reached forward, thrusting a dagger into his mouth.

Then. Kwaaaaaaaah! The tangled blades spiraled forward like a dragon flying towards them.

'Can't stop it… can't stop it.'

This is not something that can be stopped not only by oneself, but also by one's father and grandfather.

Peng Gaju dropped the sword with a dejected look in his eyes. "Have I lived so desperately, just to say goodbye like this?" Regret flashed through his mind, and tears streamed down his face.

puck!

My body floated up as I felt the pain of my lower abdomen breaking.

Thanks to that, the Thousand-Sale Sword that the boy, or rather, Guyangryong, had thrown missed its target and pierced the air.

"Kick… what are you doing?"

Gu Yang-ryong's gaze was not directed at the frothed and fainting Peng family head, but at the masked man standing in front of him like a prop.

"Do it in moderation and get out."

It's Mo Yong-hui. He pushed Peng Ga-ju out of the way and saved his life.

"You idiot. You broke my danjeon and got out. Hehe."

"what?"

Mo Yong-hui narrowed his eyes and glanced down.

Then, a puffy, wrinkled bulge appears. It is clear that the danjeon has been completely destroyed.

"Control… is not easy…"

This is the biggest lie of all time.

Boom! Just then, a Thousand-Slaughter Blade was launched at Mo Yong-hui. He raised both arms to block it, but a hole was ripped through his arm.

"What are you doing?"

"Kick, you're not dead?"

"If it weren't for Yeonju, I would have killed you long ago."

"Kick… hahaha!"

What kind of situation is this? When Gu Yang-ryong and Murong Hui, who were thought to be in the same group, confronted each other, the Sabos rolled their eyes and looked around.

And one word lingered in everyone's mind.

Lotus, Lotus, Lotus.

How many people in the Central Plains can be called that?

‘It’s the Apostles’ Association… …!’

Gulp. My mouth watered, and a sense of duty pounded in my chest, telling me I had to somehow survive and return home to share this news.

A quiet silence flowed, and then, sssssss. An unusual aura erupted between the two absolute beings.

Phew, phew. What's even more surprising is that Mo Yong-hui's punctured skin is slowly growing back again.

Is this possible for a human being?

That moment when everyone held their breath.

Kwaaaaang-! The heavens and earth shook with an explosive sound.

It was not the work of Gu Yang-ryong and Murong Hui.

They too looked around with puzzled expressions.

"Everyone disperse!"

With an urgent cry, a handsome man hurled a bundle of iron balls. He was a genius.

"Wall bomb…? Dodge it-!"

The red blood shot from Hyura's fingertips swallowed up the wall bullet.

Kwakwakwakwang!

Even if it was just one, it was only a small part. The surrounding area was covered in dust and transformed into a battlefield.

Not missing this moment, the surviving Flying Dragons and the Saboteurs launched a light attack and scattered in all directions.

Blood took the bet and met the genius's eyes through the dust.

[Good work.]

[Don't worry. I have someone to deal with, so I'll finish up and head to Bulmungak.]

The genius smiled cheerfully and quickly flew south.

It was the end of the war.

As the dust settled, Gu Yang-ryong shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Murong Hui.

"This wasn't planned."

"Kik, it's fun."

Crazy bastard. Mo Yong-hui turned his head and looked around.

The corpses of the Flying Dragons and the Saboteurs are everywhere.

On the other hand, the Myonggyo side was fine, with no serious injuries, although there were some who suffered minor injuries.

It was an expected result.

What could be wrong with three absolute beings together?

Pok! Pok! The killers walked among the corpses, determining the fate of each and every one of them without exception.

Mo Yong-hui turned his head away, as if he couldn't bear to look.

"I'm going back."

Only the high and low tones of the blood were left silently on the reddened plain.