Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 278

**Chapter 278: The Lazy One Explodes (3)**

“Leader!”

“……A snitch?”

Chung Yeon frowned as he saw Jangil approaching.

“I need to know something.”

Chung Yeon nodded without questioning. Jangil was a snitch from the Beggar Sect, known for his intelligence. He should have a reason for asking.

“Is there no escape from behind?”

“…No.”

“Are there no other secret paths on Mount Hua?”

Chung Yeon shook his head silently.

“The location of Mount Hua on this dangerous cliff reflects the will to never turn our backs, even in the moment of death.”

“That…”

“Those who can survive a fall from the cliff can escape.”

Jangil’s face paled.

‘It’s over.’

As Chung Yeon said, those who could escape were fighting against the Demon Cult. Those who couldn’t escape were cornered on the cliff.

Everyone would die.

“Is there no other way?”

“No.”

Chung Yeon shook his head firmly.

“It would be good if Jongnam (southern edge sect) knew this and helped us. But I don’t think they know. Even if they find out about the attack, it will take them a day to arrive.”

Jangil sat down in despair.

“So, we are going to die here without being able to escape?”

“We just have to win.”

“…Yes, we just have to win.”

Jangil laughed bitterly.

We just have to win. Jangil knew that.

The problem was that there was no way to win.

Even if the Demon Cult was as powerful as before, it would be a difficult battle, but the Demon Cult was much more powerful than he had heard.

How could they win?

“Don’t make that face.”

“Huh?”

“When the Demon Cult first attacked, I had that face too. I thought there was no way to win. They seemed the same as us, but they were different.”

“……This is not the time for stories from the past.”

Although perhaps it was a bit rude, Chung Yeon didn’t get angry. He just smiled.

“Look. We are not losing.”

Jangil opened his eyes upon hearing Chung Yeon.

‘When?’

They had been retreating, but suddenly, the atmosphere had changed.

“Them!”

Jangil found two people.

“Hahaha, fighting against the Demon Cult is fun. They don’t complain even if you use poison or hidden weapons, and they cheer you on.”

The Poison King was pressuring the members of the Demon Cult, emitting pink smoke from his hands. Every time he moved his hands, countless needles came out with the smoke.

“Kuh!”

“Shit!”

“Hahaha ha! How satisfying!”

The Poison King laughed as he saw the members of the Demon Cult retreating.

He should have done this before.

‘Because of that guy…’

If poison and poisoned needles were thrown, that would be the normal reaction, but he had been humiliated by someone who ignored that.

‘I must recover.’

His reputation was already on the ground, but if he could get good results here, he could recover.

“Attack, demons!”

The Poison King waved his hands with all his might.

“…You work hard.”

A man nodded as he saw the Poison King.

A large man with an axe and a uniform with an embroidered tiger.

Anyone who knew the martial world would recognize that he was from the Peng family of Hubei.

But people looked at him uncomfortably.

“I…”

A plum blossom sword warrior looked at that man and asked:

“Are you on our side?”

“Hmm?”

The man frowned.

“Do you think I am from the Demon Cult?”

“N… it’s not that…”

The plum blossom sword warrior, who was sweating, asked:

“Why are you wearing a mask?”

“…….”

The man, whose face was covered by a mask that only left the eyes visible, dropped his shoulders and then raised his head.

“Look!”

When the man’s axe cut through the air, an image of a tiger appeared.

“Oh!”

“The tiger technique!”

“Are you done?”

“Are you… Lord Peng Dogeuk?”

“Yes, I am Peng Dogeuk.”

“Oh, Lord Peng Dogeuk!”

“…….”

Something seemed strange.

‘I know you are Peng Dogeuk, why are you wearing a mask?’

‘Shit.’

Peng Dogeuk sighed.

‘How badly was he beaten that the bruises won’t go away?’

He couldn’t appear with black eyes. But he couldn’t stay in the building doing nothing. So he decided to wear a mask.

“I’ll explain later.”

Peng Dogeuk, who covered up the situation, attacked the members of the Demon Cult with his axe.

‘I must fight with all my might so that the mask doesn’t matter.’

Peng Dogeuk gritted his teeth and wielded his axe with all his might.

***

Wei Jeonghan’s sword was fast and light.

And Wei Sanho’s sword was heavier and more serious. Although both used swords, their styles were different.

But neither Wei Jeonghan’s fast sword nor Wei Sanho’s powerful sword could injure Gong Mujin.

*Kaang!*

A sharp metallic sound resonated when Wei Sanho’s sword collided with Gong Mujin’s hand.

“Kuh!”

Wei Sanho gritted his teeth and stepped back. Gong Mujin’s power flew to where Wei Sanho had been.

*Kukukkung!*

The ground sank. Imagining what it would have been like if he had received that blow, he began to sweat.

‘He is strong.’

The members of the Demon Cult were stronger than he had heard.

‘My parents fought against these kinds of people.’

He realized his arrogance. Compared to his parents, who had survived the war, his achievements were small.

Perhaps they now had the opportunity to achieve more than their parents, but he couldn’t be happy.

A red flower flew over Wei Sanho’s head and attacked Gong Mujin.

“Useless!”

Gong Mujin moved his hand, and the flowers disappeared like an illusion.

Wei Sanho, Wei Jeonghan, and the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom.

Gong Mujin didn’t lose heart at their combined attack and pressured them.

‘This is the Demon Cult.’

Wei Sanho trembled.

Although others said that the Demon Cult was full of lunatics, Wei Jeonghan, who knew the Demon Cult well, said that they only sought strength and had a different way of thinking.

He didn’t understand why Wei Jeonghan, who had fought against the Demon Cult, said that, but seeing Gong Mujin, he understood.

The righteous clans were attacking together, and Gong Mujin accepted it.

Gong Mujin could have mocked them, but he accepted the combined attack as something natural.

‘Demon Cult…’

Wei Sanho’s gaze darkened.

If all the members of the Demon Cult were like Gong Mujin, this war would be difficult.

“They have lived in peace for too long. They should have prepared for us.”

Wei Jeonghan breathed heavily.

“I acknowledge that they are strong.”

Wei Jeonghan’s voice remained serious.

“But if they think they can conquer the Central Plains just because they won here, they are mistaken. The Central Plains is strong enough, and they will not be able to invade it. That’s why they have been hiding here like rats.”

“Hahaha, do you think so?”

Gong Mujin laughed lightly.

“Thinking is free. It’s a pity that you won’t have time to check it.”

“…….”

“We have wasted too much time.”

Gong Mujin slowly raised his hands.

“It was fun. It is an honor to defeat you, our greatest and best enemy. Many are waiting for you in the Sacred Flame… but I don’t know if you will be able to join it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark aura emanated from Gong Mujin.

*Kwaaaaaaaaa!*

When Gong Mujin attacked with his claws, the air tore. Three powerful attacks headed towards Wei Jeonghan.

“Kuh!”

Wei Jeonghan lowered his stance and wielded his sword with all his might.

He used the technique of the Moon Cutting Dragon Sword, but he couldn’t break Gong Mujin’s defense.

At the moment when Wei Jeonghan’s eyes widened, Wei Sanho blocked the attack.

“Taaaaat!”

The power of Wei Sanho and Gong Mujin collided.

*Kwaaaaaang!*

A loud sound resonated, and Wei Sanho and Wei Jeonghan were thrown backwards like projectiles.

There were no screams.

But the blood that splashed showed the result.

*Thud! Thud!*

Wei Jeonghan and Wei Sanho, who had fallen to the ground, got up trembling. They tried to get up, but their bodies didn’t respond.

“Kuu…”

Gong Mujin nodded as he saw the two trying to get up with trembling arms.

“They say that the son follows the father, but there is a great talent here that will threaten the cult in the future. What a pity. I have to defeat a great talent here.”

Although he said that, Gong Mujin did not hesitate.

“The cult will remember…”

*Shwaeaeaeaek!*

Gong Mujin turned quickly as he felt something attacking him.

“Hmm?”

Gong Mujin’s expression contorted as he saw what was approaching. Gong Mujin caught the member of the Demon Cult who was flying towards him and shouted:

“What the hell?!”

He wasn’t asking.

A man was walking towards him with an annoyed expression.

‘What?’

His expression was strange.

How can someone express laziness and anger at the same time?

The man with that expression said:

“It’s me, damn it.”