Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

Chapter 202 – Behead the Emperor (2)

Translated by : moonchildkhz

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“That’s our cue, isn’t it?”

At Chief Jo’s words, the ‘Demon Sucking Evil Puppeteer’ ground his teeth. “You’re still alive, Chief Jo?”

“As you can see, strings are not usually tough.”

“Somehow, no body was found…”

At the time, the Evil Puppeteer should have investigated more thoroughly. He never thought the eunuch would come back with a vengeance.

But it was always too late for regret.

“I’ve come to live this way and rip your strings for not investigating harder back then,” Jo Woo-sang snarled.

“So much anger.”

Jo Woo-sang nodded. “Of course. The owner of the skin you’re wearing was my friend!”

“I didn’t know that Eunuch Jo and Dae Young were friends, how amazing!”

“Something like that. Opponents who understood each other better than anyone else, improving together! That was what Young-gun was to me!”

Kung-

Jo Woo-sang stepped forward. The stones beneath his feet trembled, floating into the air and flying forward.

“Hmph!”

The Puppeteer moved both his arms. The imperial guards, which moved as his faithful puppets, shuffled to stand in front of him.

Fwoo—

The stones and imperial guards collided with one another, pieces of rubble blasting in all directions.

“And so, I will take revenge. If that is all I can do, I need to see it through!”

“As you wish! Your dear Young’s swords will now begin the battle!”

After he finished speaking, the puppeteer leapt forward. Powerful energy flowed through his fingertips, tearing through the body of one of the Brocade Guards.

Puchi.

As the blood flowed, some of the Brocade Guards, including Oh Neung and Oh Sam, shouted loudly: “Follow the Chief!”

In succession, many who had once belonged to the Eastern Depot poured into the palace and tangled with the imperial guards. Thanks to the reinforcements, Jegal Sung and Myung Am let out sighs of relief.

In contrast, the Evil Puppeteer let out a furious roar, “You fucking cockroaches!”

Kwa-rung –

The red glare in the eyes of the imperial guards became brighter. At the same time, they began to move like waves.

The red glare of the gold Bladers has become stronger. At the same time, they start pouring in like waves.

“I’ll sweep them all away!”

“You make living in this world sound so easy!” Jo Woo-sang marched forward as he responded. The qi flowing from his hands was quite strong. “The world I live in is not so simple!”

Boom-

Jo Woo-sang, who stood against the wave of imperial soldiers, stood next to Jegal Sung and Myung Am.

Sage Myung nodded at the man, “You came at just the right moment.”

“I am glad I was not too late,” Chief Jo responded, then reported the situation. “On the way here, I seemed to see a fire in the direction of the tomb. It seems things are going as planned.”

“It is a bit unfortunate that I missed that, but I’m glad some of my goals were accomplished.”

At Jegal Sung’s words, Jo Woo-sang nodded.

“What about the situation with the throne room?”

Myung Am stabilized his breathing and knocked down one of the imperial guards. Then Jegal Sung took over and slashed the man with his fan.

Jo Woo-sang answered: “It seems that the ones to be sent near the throne room were the Cult Leader and King Jinseong. Considering the power of the Cult Leader, they should be able to handle it, but I sent fifty of my men towards the throne room. That was to reduce the stress on Do Jin-myung.”

“Good work. This place should be good enough with these people.”

Sage Myung gasped as he spoke. Although he was curious, his internal energy was reaching a low.

Jo Woo-sang handed Myung Am and Jegal Sung to pills. “You’re taking these.”

They were green pills, marble-sized and a little like grapes, or drops of jade. However, considering that the surrounding area was filled with blood mist, it was hard to tell what it was.

“This…?”

When Myung Am tilted his head in question, Jo Woo-sang answered, “An elixir made by the Eastern Depot. It won’t increase the total amount of internal qi, but it will help you recover your stamina at once.”

“Thank you.”

Jegal Sung took the medicine at once. Myung Am followed suit, chewing and swallowing the pill.

Just as Jo Woo-sang confidently said, their strength rapidly recovered.

This energy flowed through the hand gripping the swords.

The swords, which had been losing power, once again radiated a brilliant light.

A white light flowed out of Jegal Sung’s fan and sword; violet mist poured from Myung Am’s sword.

At the same time, there was Jo Woo-sang.

“Indeed.”

In this place, he would behead the man who had covered himself in the skin of Dae Young.

King Jinseong and Woon-seong, who had defeated the soldiers in front of them, rushed onwards.

Of course, that did not mean that no one tried to stop them.

But…

Clang-

“Ow!”

“Cough!”

There was no one who was able to take one of Woon-seong’s hits.

Woon-seong climbed over the palace walls.

“Release the arrows!”

At that moment, the archers waiting below shot arrows. Dozens of arrows soared upwards, aiming for Woon-seong.

At the same time, Woon-seong swung his spear.

Shua-

With a short and resonant sound, the White Night Spear was like the wind on a silent night.

Fwoo-

The Divine Flame spread like a river. Like wings unfurling, the flames devoured and burned the flying arrows.

Subsequently, spear qi and burning arrows rained down on the soldiers.

Rain of Star Destruction.

Boom!

This heavy rainfall, which included even flaming stardust, slammed into the ground.

“Aah!”

“Uagh!”

The archers were swept into chaos and lost their lives.

Behind him, King Jinseong crossed the wall and a pitying expression flitted across his face.

Despite the circumstances, all of the dead archers were men valuable to the imperial court.

They would not have lost their lives if not for the current situation.

Why have we reached the point where we need to bathe the imperial palace in blood?

Perhaps Woon-seong had read King Jinseong’s thoughts. He turned towards the building and spoke with a hardened expression, “It is too early to be emotional.”

At Woon-seong’s words, King Jinseong snapped out of his musings. It was as Woon-seong said.

The Palace of Heavenly Purity was right in front of him, and all of this would only be finished if he entered and killed the man wearing the Emperor’s skin.

Woon-seong extended his senses. He detected some people hiding inside.

They were in a straight line around the throne; all archers with bows in their hands.

Archers who were willing to shoot and kill those who were headed there, no matter who it was.

But…

“Hmph!”

Woon-seong snorted. Then, in an instant, he flew through the air and into the throne room.

The throne caught his eye. At the same time, dozens of arrows flew towards Woon-seong.

Pavat-

Energy filled the air.

Woon-seong spun through the air. A powerful gust of energy rose around him, slamming into the arrows.

Voodoo-

The arrows swirled through the air, snapping and plunging back to the ground.

Even the sound, the emperor sat upon the Dragon Throne with a blank expression. Woon-seong was only two steps away from the throne!

Fuabababa-

More arrows flew into the air. Woon-seong moved his left hand.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

With a thundering sound, transparent blades filled the air, similar to the Mind Sword.

They thundered through the rain of arrows, weaving around them like a net.

Lost in the net, the arrows lost all power and dropped to the floor.

Furverbuck-

One step left!

Pavat-

Woon-seong hit the ground. In a moment, the distance to the Emperor’s throne was narrowed.

Another batch of arrows flew into the air.

“Hehe!”

Woon-seong raised the White Night Spear and the Divine Flame blazed across his back.

Fwoom-

A huge flame enveloped the hall. The arrows flying towards Woon-seong melted in midair.

And finally, the moment the White Night Spear lifted into the air, wreathed in flames — it fell!

Fwua-

The emperor’s body was sliced in two.

The severed head flew into the air, rolling under the throne.

Gulooloo-

Blood gushed from the wound.

Finally, Woon-seong had cut the Inverted Sky Lord’s head.

Seeing the scene, Woon-seong became a bit puzzled.

It was too easy.

Like he said, it had been too easy.

His instincts screamed and signaled that something was wrong.

And…

A sword at least ten meters in length was swung from outside the hall.

Kuakuakua-

The hall collapsed.

“Oh my god…” King Jinseong, who had been outside the hall, muttered to himself. I never thought such a large building would collapse from a single sword.

King Jinseong turned his head, expression still shocked. He saw the face of the man who had collapsed the building in one strike.

A young man with white hair and fair skin.

Although handsome, it felt like he would be difficult to approach, giving off a sharp presence.

Did he feel King Jinseong’s gaze?

The young man turned his head and smiled.

Within that smile, King Jinseong felt the shadow of death.

If we gave the intangible thing called Death a shape and called a skilled sculptor to mold it into human form, wouldn’t it look like him?

The young man’s red eyes caught his attention.

A group of people, dressed in green uniforms, crowded behind the young man.

“What happened to that demon?”

It was Peng Ga-hyuk, head of the Peng Clan, and the main strike force of the Peng Clan, the Tyrant King Troops.

Instead of answering the question, the white-haired man pointed down with his finger. “You there, do you know who I am?”

After a few beats of silence, King Jinseong woke from his stupor when the young man spoke with look of genuine disappointment:

“I am disappointed, brother. You don’t recognize me.”

As he spoke, King Jinseong seemed to have been jolted by lightning. He then muttered the man’s identity with a hollow expression:

“Could it be the Inverted Sky Lord?”

Krrrrrrrrr!

A man walked out of the collapsed building, turning it into ashes.

The white-haired man, the Inverted Sky Lord, smiled brightly, just as he had done with King Jinseong. He told the man walking out of the burning building, “Your life is very tough. I would like to end it myself.”

These words were filled with liveliness and amusement.

Woon-seong shrugged off the ashes piled on his shoulders. “I was going to say the same thing at first, but it is really unpleasant to agree with you.”

To Woon-seong’s words, the Inverted Sky Lord smiled brightly and replied, looking like a pure child.

“I told you. I remembered you.”