I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 354

Epilogue to Episode 354 (4)

"What kind of case is this…?"

A look of disbelief filled everyone's eyes.

However, reality was ahead of expectations.

The demon's large, raised forelegs slammed into the ground.

Kwaaaaang! With a loud noise, cracks appear on the ground and a dent forms.

It's not an illusion!

Hwaruk! Mo Yong-hui clenched his teeth and stood up to this.

From behind, Namgung Yena also flew in like a whirlwind.

one.

Swish! It just vanishes as if it were a cloud, and soon black mist fills its place.

"It doesn't work…?"

Once again, the demon's feet are heard.

It was a real shock. I knew absolutely nothing about my opponent, so I was helpless.

Besides… …there is no time.

Right then.

[[Take the author and leave!]]

Mutae's shout was fired as he flew in front of the demon with a bullet.

Then, a beam of light from the swordsman split the demon's hand. Crunch!

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The demon that had been severed in two let out a screaming roar and writhed.

"Let's settle the issue. Shouldn't we start by saving that side?"

"hmm……."

Over there. Geomchi's gaze points to Ma Cheon-so.

A deep wrinkle appeared between Mo Yong-hui and Namgung Ye-na's foreheads.

He's right. Right now, the priority is to get out of here and save Ma Cheon So.

And that meaning was also conveyed to the assassination squad.

"Fuck. We'll block this. You go first!"

"Danshigang……."

"Those kids who mess with my lord… will all die. Take care of them!"

"Yes, death penalty!"

From Danshigang to Danyarang, they rushed towards Cheongung and Masu with eyes full of poison.

There is no more time to delay.

Mo Yong-hui carried Ma Cheon-so on his back in one breath. He then tied her tightly with his sleeves, which he had torn to pieces, to prevent them from unraveling.

And then, looking to the side again, I see the assassination squad fighting for their lives, soaked in blood.

"you……."

Dan Yehwa reached out with a choked voice. "But this is it. If they hesitate any longer, even their sacrifices will be in vain."

Mo Yong-hui placed his hand on Dan Ye-hwa's shoulder and shook his head.

"What Banya is after is Ma Cheon So. He must think that now, when he's on the brink of death, is his chance. He must somehow… save him."

I know. I know… …. Dan Yehwa turned her head again. A trembling of indignation ran through her.

'Must… …live… ….'

Dan Yehwa squeezed her eyes shut. Mo Yonghui saw this and immediately asked Xiang Miao.

"Hyangmyo. What's the way?"

"There's a place I've been looking at! If you go that way, you'll find a cave. Just go there."

"……Go ahead."

"four!"

Hyangmyo nodded and ran away at full speed.

After that, Murong Hui, Dan Ye-hwa, and Yelul Tak followed.

"If you talk nonsense… I won't let you off."

Namgung Yena also glared at Geomchi with a cold gaze and leaped forward with the Wind Dragon.

"The lotus flower has already been used without me. What are you talking about…?"

Tch. Geomchi also clicked his tongue and chased after them.

This is the beginning of a new journey.

and…….

"From now on, any kid who passes in front of me will have both of their legs cut off. Do you understand, you kids?"

Kwaak! Only the brutal battle between Danshikang, Cheoksaljo, and Mutae remained.

A fight with Banya, who has turned into a demon.

*

Meanwhile, Yang Tae-hong was in deep thought.

It was that leisurely.

Even though Cheongung and Sadoyeon rushed forward with fierce momentum, they were helpless against the swords that they swung lightly.

"My brother will arrive here soon. What should we do? Is it right to erase them here? Or… … should I take my brother and disappear far away?"

It was an arrogant worry that only he could handle.

I don't know the detailed circumstances.

Why did Mo Yong-hui come back to life, and why did Namgung Ye-na try to protect the unconscious young cult leader?

I don't know, but I thought there must be a deeper reason.

A matter of such importance that it will have an impact on the martial arts world.

But Yang Tae-hong hesitated.

Even though he could have easily defeated the Heavenly Palace, he remained defensive, his legs never moving from their place.

There were two reasons.

‘The Apostle Lord is dead… … .’

One is that the real reason why he came here has disappeared.

The Scam King of the Apostles. I set out to finish the fight with him, but he was no longer here.

The mere fact that his beloved son, Gwichondo, was abandoned alone was enough to confirm his death.

And from the moment he disappeared, further killing was meaningless.

This was not a rash judgment or an arrogant standard, but the consideration of an absolute being.

And the other one.

‘My son… … .’

Although he is the leader of the Demonic Cult, he is the son of a man he acknowledges.

That was the reason.

Because he has a huge scar on himself that he can never erase.

So I couldn't readily start buying it.

That hesitation of not being able to help or kill led to my current lukewarm attitude.

"What will you do, my lord?"

Shin Seung's question awakened his anguish and led him to a moment of decision.

What should I do… … .

Yang Tae-hong's mouth opened.

"The Apostle Lord is dead."

"Hmm…."

A complex mixture of emotions emerged from Shinseung's groans.

Relief and anxiety. Heat and cold coexisted.

There was no distrust anywhere.

If Yang Tae-hong said so, then so be it.

"Leader, there is a Wind Dragon Lord among those people. Shouldn't we save them?"

"The children will be safe. If my guess is correct…."

Yang Tae-hong thought of Namgung Ye-na, Mo Yong-hui, and Mu-tae. In his view, none of them seemed hostile to one another.

"But that doesn't mean we can just send them away like this, with the Demonic Cult right in front of us. They won't just turn back either."

That's true. However, Yang Tae-hong believed that he had a separate role to play.

The leader of the cult, Ma Tae-pyeong, and the con artist, Yeonju.

It's all about keeping them in check.

He considered that to be the last task he could do for himself.

And now there is one left.

A man who has now become my older brother.

Sigh. Just thinking about him makes me chuckle.

"Ma…lord?"

At Shin Seung's bewildered call, Yang Tae-hong shook his head and looked up at the sky.

Even the clear blue sky feels tiring.

He set out to stop the Apostle, but all his excitement vanished when he learned that he was dead.

The mines rushing before my eyes, the desperate questions from Shinseung—everything was tiring.

Are you coming?

Looking at the clouds that were collapsing, I thought of Matthew.

The longing was greater than the worry.

In the past, it would have been an emotion I would never have been able to have or even think about.

They say it's a case of "the end of the world". The loneliness that deepened as I reached the end was erased, as if I were a child again, when I was with him.

Maybe that's why.

I missed the times when I shared a drink with Matthew and the others.

‘Am I… tired too?’

When I ask myself this question, I find myself nodding in agreement.

It may be that he wants to rest forever under the pretext of blocking Matthew's peace.

Maybe from the moment I lost my son.

"Let's go back to Toprim now."

"Leader! How can you just leave them like this?"

At Shin Seung's question, Yang Tae-hong's foot lifts and then hits the ground.

Kuuuung!

Then, following a dull sound, numerous piles of stones rose up from the cracked ground for a long time.

At this, Yang Tae-hong jumped up lightly and swung his sword, saying:

[[Do not set foot in the Central Plains again. If you appear on this land again… … .]]

Papapapat!

The piles of stones swept by the sword wind turned into meteor showers and rained down on the warriors of the Heavenly Palace.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

There were screams, and a bang! Hundreds of weapons fell to the ground.

There are no dead people, but blood is on the shoulders of everyone who faced Shaolin.

One second decision (一招之結).

In just one day, all the fighting ended.

Even the warriors of the Heavenly Palace, who lived and died by the name, were lost in their thoughts and watched him.

Yang Tae-hong was a god.

Absolute godlessness.

His voice flowed again.

[[Next time you will have to welcome me at Cheonsan… … .]]

*

Kwaaaaang!

The roaring demon rippled and returned to its original form.

High Priest Banya. In his form.

'Leader. I certainly have no chance of winning a fight with you. Hehe.'

He stroked my jawline and raised the corners of his mouth.

I saw it clearly. In just one move, my men fell like autumn leaves.

As I started walking somewhere, groans echoed from the floor.

"Ugh… this kid… can't… go any further…."

Danshikang collapsed, his body bruised and battered. His desperately trembling hand reached out.

The situation was truly dire.

Mutae was gasping for breath, unable to even close his eyes, his lower body ripped off.

It is not even confirmed whether the trampled corpse is dead or alive.

"Are you upset?"

Banya lowered her head and absentmindedly examined Danshikang's hand, which was not touching her body.

"You… will never… catch… my lord… bang…!"

Crunch! Banya mercilessly trampled Danshikang's hand and bent down.

"Master? Who are you? Oh, the young cult leader? Haha!"

But something felt strange. Even though Danshikang was suffocating from the pain, he felt a strange aura.

Why… … are you smiling like that?

"A small cult leader… It's a shame, but I've changed my mind. It's okay to leave it as a gift, right? Hehe. The world chases the small cult leader, and the military takes the world. Haha, what do you think? Isn't this the small cult leader's way?"

"What…? Then why…?"

The focus of the short lecture was blurred.

"Why did you stay here? Because I have something to return. It's right there. The dragon body you've been looking for. Hehe… Hahaha!"

Banya's voice rang out. "Dragon body?" What was that sound? Danshikang's head lifted, sweeping the ground, following Banya's gaze.

And it was visible.

"But… what the heck?"

"That's what fate is. If it weren't for fate, it would be difficult to find even if you spent your whole life looking for it… But when the time comes, it becomes easy, doesn't it?"

"What the… nonsense… ugh!"

"Don't be hasty. If a hole opens in my chest, my feet will be dirty. Hehe. Well, that's fine. If we're going to resume Dafa, we'll need people, right? It would be nice to have someone from the Killing Squad take over for generations. No, I like it. Let's do that."

Danshikang's eyes are shaking uncontrollably. This kid is dangerous.

There's definitely some kind of conspiracy going on. I have to make it known somehow…

"Well then, as the merciful leader commands, shall we go back to where we came from? Miinbong. Isn't it nice? Hehe… hahaha!"

No… No… No… Danshikang screamed. But this is it. His eyes closed and his thoughts stopped.

Peace has come to Kunlun Mountain.

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Drop, drop. Blood-tinged fluid dripped from his mouth.

The pupils are dilated and floating, and the body, covered in wounds, is tied with rope and hangs limp.

One who once almost seized the world.

It was Jegalmundeng.

"What a miserable thing to say."

And the person standing in front of him and speaking nonchalantly is the white-haired, beautiful scholar Yalul Jin.

The sight of him falling into a dream with his eyes wide open, ignoring any words spoken to him, was a truly bitter ending considering his fame.

If it's going to be like this, I'd rather die.

Zhuge Tong was more cruel and resentful than expected.

"It's time to wake up."

Yaluljin took a pill out of his bosom, put it in his open mouth, and closed it by raising his lower jaw.

Then, the previously dull focus gradually returns to its original position, and the previously strange expression transforms into a solemn one.

It was drugs.

Zhuge Tong ordered that this be fed to every Qin Dynasty.

After a while.

"Hehehe… Again… Is it you? How much time has passed?"