CLS-Chapter 541

Chapter 541:

“Sacred medium! Bring the sacred medium at once! Right now! Move! Before your head rolls! Now!”

“Yes!”

Watching those who ran out in terror, Sword Demon trembled with rage.

“This… this damn bastard!”

His eyes caught sight of the sacred flame that was flickering weakly, barely managing to stay lit.

“This damn bastard! I’ll tear him apart into a thousand pieces, ten thousand pieces!”

What was the sacred flame?

It was the symbol of the Demonic Cult and the place they would eventually return to. But now the sacred flame was on the verge of being extinguished. If not for those bastards who had invaded underground, how could such a thing happen?

“Chase them!”

Sword Demon shouted until his throat was hoarse.

“Chase them! Chase them right now! Kill those bastards! No! Bring them to me alive! I’ll tear them apart myself!”

“Yes, sir!”

The subordinates who had followed him down began grinding their teeth and rushing out.

Sword Demon hardened his face as he watched the scene.

“Hmm.”

A low groan came from behind him. Sword Demon ground his teeth and turned around.

“No matter how much sacred medium we add, it doesn’t look like the sacred flame will revive, does it?”

Mad Blood Demon was looking at the sacred flame with cold eyes.

“The sacred flame will never be extinguished.”

“Of course it won’t.”

“If you had hurried just a little more, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“That might be so.”

At Mad Blood Demon’s sluggish response, anger rose in Sword Demon’s face.

“You!”

“Is this really a situation for us to fight amongst ourselves?”

“…”

Sword Demon bit his lower lip tightly.

‘How can a guardian of the sacred cult be so indifferent to the cult?’

Looking at what Mad Blood Demon was doing, it seemed like he didn’t care about the cult’s doctrines or sacred objects at all. No matter how much this was a world where strength was everything, how could someone who belonged to the cult have such wicked eyes?

Even now, it was the same.

What was most important?

Preserving the sacred flame. Then, regardless of encirclement or whatever, they should have rushed underground first. But Mad Blood Demon had wasted time making some encirclement. This was the result.

“If the sacred flame is extinguished, I’ll hold you responsible too.”

“Responsible?”

“That’s right.”

Mad Blood Demon chuckled.

“Do as you please.”

“Wicked bastard!”

Blood light rose in Mad Blood Demon’s eyes.

“I simply prioritized what was most important.”

“Nothing is more important than the sacred flame.”

“That would have been true in the past.”

“Mad Blood Demon!”

“Tsk.”

Mad Blood Demon waved his hand dismissively.

“I have no intention of spouting outdated nonsense. If the sacred flame is so important to you, wouldn’t it be better to run with your own feet? Instead of wasting time with me like this.”

“You bastard…”

Sword Demon ground his teeth and gripped his sword handle tightly.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but if you bring harm to the cult, I’ll never let you get away with it.”

“The one bringing harm to the cult isn’t me, but you, Mad Blood Demon. In this situation where we’re facing a decisive battle with the Central Plains, you’re the harmful one for deliberately creating opposition and hindering the cult’s unity.”

“You bastard!”

“That’s enough.”

Mad Blood Demon waved his hand lightly.

“I have plenty to say too. But at least I know that I shouldn’t cause division in the cult at a time like this. Unlike you. I know well that you’re dissatisfied with me. But let’s bury that until all this is over. How about it?”

Sword Demon released his grip on the sword handle and stared at Mad Blood Demon quietly. Then he spat out each word as if chewing them.

“Your authority won’t last long either.”

“I pray that wish comes true. By the sacred flame on high.”

As Sword Demon turned and walked away abruptly, Mad Blood Demon frowned.

‘Stupid fools.’

What era’s sacred flame was this?

The sacred flame was indeed an object of important value, but it had already fulfilled its role.

A sacred flame that would bring unity after death was only needed during times of hardship. Because people need something to lean on. But not anymore.

‘When there’s a god in reality, what reason is there to worship a non-existent god? Stupid fools.’

Those who knew of that person’s existence but still couldn’t believe in that person.

There was no way to express such foolishness.

Mad Blood Demon shook his head and moved his feet.

“They went this way?”

“Yes!”

“Chase them.”

“Yes!”

“Wei Yan-ho must never be let go. And he must not be killed either. So capture him alive without fail.”

“Yes!”

As his subordinates disappeared into the cave, Mad Blood Demon clicked his tongue and followed them.

‘He must not die yet.’

Wei Yan-ho was the supreme trump card. If they could get Wei Yan-ho in their hands, all their plans would proceed smoothly. Wei Yan-ho was still needed. Even to fulfill that person’s will.

The world didn’t know.

What they were preparing.

Those fools, probably led by that stupid Divine Strategist Four, would think that Wei Yan-ho and his group were buying time right now. Without knowing what mistake they had made.

If they didn’t know, they would be made to know.

“Everything according to the Heavenly Demon’s will.”

A deep smile formed on Mad Blood Demon’s lips.

**

“No, did these crazy bastards eat only rice and learn only lightness skills? Why are they so fast?”

“Instead of talking, keep running.”

“It’s unreasonable! Unreasonable!”

Jang-il was literally running until his feet were on fire. When in his life had he ever run so earnestly?

And Jang-il could feel one more thing anew.

While strong legs, pure internal energy, and high-level lightness skills were needed for a person to run fast, he realized that one more thing could make you run even faster.

The will to survive.

The fact that the Demonic Cult was chasing from behind was making Jang-il run twice as fast as usual. In an instant, his mouth tasted sweet, and his heart was beating as if it would burst, but his legs didn’t know how to rest.

What if he tried to slow down even a little because it was too hard?

“Oh? They’ve closed the gap.”

“Hiiiiiik!“

That bastard would egg him on.

The truly pitiful and sad fact was… that bastard knew how to provoke people, but he wasn’t one to lie. If that bastard said they’d closed the gap, they really had closed the gap.

‘This is unreasonable!’

Everyone in the martial world recognized Beggar’s Sect as the fastest sect in the world. Even those who didn’t acknowledge Beggar’s Sect couldn’t help but recognize the sect’s information network and lightness skills.

As a Dog Beggar of Beggar’s Sect, Jang-il had devoted himself to lightness skills since childhood. So he was confident that he wouldn’t fall behind anyone in terms of footwork, but…

‘Bullshit.’

Why were there so many fast people in the world?

He had believed that his lightness skills alone could stand shoulder to shoulder with the world’s masters, but since meeting Wei Yan-ho, it had become harder to find people slower than him.

He was even slower than some random Demonic Cult lackeys. Wasn’t this too much?

“Aaaaah! Damn Demonic Cult bastards!”

Curses burst from Jang-il’s mouth. Even in this situation, swearing was Jang-il’s nature.

“Do something about this!”

“About what?”

“They’re chasing us!”

“We just need to run a little faster.”

“That’s not working! Look! The kids are dying!”

Sure enough, Zhuge Mun-in and Peng Dao-ji were on the verge of fainting. Mu-san was somehow managing to keep up, but Zhuge Mun-in and Peng Dao-ji’s faces had already turned blue.

Peng Dao-ji, who used the Way of Supremacy, had no talent for lightness skills, and Zhuge Mun-in had the lowest martial prowess among them. There was no way they could maintain the speed that even Jang-il was struggling with.

“That’s life. If you fall behind, you die. Run until your feet sweat…”

“Yan-ho!”

At that moment, Wei Jeong-han shouted loudly.

“Your father’s dying! Your father’s dying!”

“Geez…”

Wei Jeong-han had also reached his limit, making train-whistle sounds as he ran.

Wei Yan-ho shook his head and fell back slightly.

“Sigh, what am I supposed to do with people like this…”

Cha-eng!

The White Sword was drawn.

Swoosh!

At the same time, several strands of Jang-il’s hair were cut and scattered behind him.

“Hiiiiiik!“

“Ah, sorry. I’m still not used to this!”

“Hey, you…”

He wanted to give him a bundle of curses, but he didn’t have the strength. Just running without falling behind was consuming all his mental energy.

“Hup-cha!“

Wei Yan-ho swung his sword backward. Sword energy extending from the sword tip curved like a half-moon and flew backward.

“Aaaaaargh!“

“Aaaaargh!“

Eerie screams echoed through the cave. While deploying lightness skills at full power, avoiding Wei Yan-ho’s sword in this narrow cave would be nearly impossible.

When Wei Yan-ho, having appropriately sent sword energy to delay the pursuit, tried to look behind, an urgent voice came from ahead.

“Yan-ho!”

“Yes?”

“Ah, the front is blocked.”

“…I’m only hearing good news today. I’m going!”

Wei Yan-ho turned and shot forward.

He could see the blocked end of the cave. He’d have to run quite a bit more to reach it, but the end was definitely blocked.

“Hmm.”

Running alongside Wei Jeong-han, Wei Yan-ho tilted his head.

“There should be one, right?”

“There should be!”

“Mm, there probably is.”

If there was even one person with brains in the Demonic Cult, they would have already blocked the exits. The way to catch a raccoon that entered a burrow was to leave only one entrance open and set it on fire.

“What should we do?”

“What do you mean what should we do, man! Is there another way?”

“There isn’t.”

“Then break through!”

“You’re working your son too hard…”

Wei Yan-ho smacked his lips. But he didn’t seem to have any intention of stalling for more time here, as he immediately rushed forward. Wei Yan-ho, who had rushed to the cave entrance in an instant, swung his sword overhead.

“Hup-ra-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha!“

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The cave exploded outward as blinding light poured down from above.

**

“These bastards…”

Red Demon Squad Leader Gweh-weol was glaring at the shrine with cold eyes. This shrine hid a door leading underground. According to Mad Blood Demon’s instructions, there was a high probability that Wei Yan-ho’s group would escape through here.

Gweh-weol ground his teeth.

His eyes caught sight of the main base, where the flames hadn’t been completely extinguished yet. The main base was spewing black smoke in streams from the distance.

“I’ll tear them limb from limb!”

It was an unwashable humiliation.

Since the Demonic Cult had established itself in Xinjiang, the main base had never once been invaded by outsiders. He had thought such a thing would never happen in the future either.

But that very thing had occurred.

What had already happened couldn’t be undone. Then they had to at least make them pay the price. That was the Demonic Cult’s law.

“Is this the right place?”

“It’s not certain. They could come out from several places.”

“But they should come this way.”

He would catch and kill them with his own hands. That was Gweh-weol’s determination.

At that moment, something happened that Gweh-weol didn’t know whether to be happy or sad about.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaang!

Suddenly the ground shook, and the entire shrine shot up into the sky as if exploding.

Gweh-weol’s eyes bulged as if they would tear.

But before he could even express his surprise, someone burst up through the gaping hole.

“Ugh! Damn it! They swarmed like a pack of dogs!”

Seeing the young man complaining in mid-air, Gweh-weol shouted without realizing it.

“Wei Yan-hooooooooooo!”