Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

Chapter 147: Heavenly Demon&#8217;s Reigning Step (1)

As soon as part of the wooden barricades were brought down, there was not much meaning to the fort.

It was natural considering the boundaries that separated the interior and exterior were no longer there.

After the walls were breached, the Cult of the Heavenly Demon sent more soldiers up Mount Qilian, and the Orthodox faction poured out to block them.

The scene was almost poetic.

It was common for opponents to change in the middle of such a struggle.

Either the opponent was struck with a blade and died, or they were flung off into the distance and someone took his place.

There were plenty of reasons to change opponents.

No one was an exception.

Sa Ryong-hui was fighting Koo Jong-byuk, while the New Dragon Battalion fought the Charred Dragon Unit. Rather than fighting, it was more correct to say Sa Ryong-hui was barely enduring.

However, the opponent soon changed.

After blocking Koo Jong-byuk’s fist, he was thrown far enough away from him.

“Hmph.”

Sa Rrong-hui stabbed and killed a soldier coming from his side.

Puchi—

A demon, who now had a hole in his thigh and heart, fell down in a pool of blood.

Three more demons rushed at Sa Ryong-hui in succession.

“Glory to the Heavenly Demon!”

It was enough to remind Sa Ryong-hui that these were all fanatics, as they rushed to their deaths, crying out in glory of the Heavenly Demon. Sa Ryong-hui bit his lips as he looked at them, swinging his sword.

The sword in his hands split in all directions and the demonic soldiers came crashing down. After that, most of the soldiers tried to avoid him.

Where is he?

Meanwhile, Sa Ryong-hui’s eyes continued to roam the battlefield. He was searching for traces of the Wind Demon Fist King.

He had faced the Demonic Master himself.

So he knew.

Unless someone keeps that Demonic Master busy, there will be great damage to my allies.

That was why he never stopped searching for Koo Jong-byuk.

Then, Sa ryong-hui’s eyes narrowed.

There aren’t that many demonic soldiers.

It was hard to determine because of all the chaos, but he could tell when looking carefully.

The number of demonic soldiers who had climbed Mount Qilian was less than 3,000. According to what he heard, the combined forces of the West and East should have been closer to 20,000 men.

Having not sent their entire army at once, Sa Ryong-hui suddenly wondered what the Cult of the Heavenly Demon was thinking.

That wasn’t the only strange thing.

Despite the chaos, the Cult of the Heavenly Demon never left a certain area.

Sticking to that area, the demonic soldiers stretched out like long bands. The Orthodox faction was struggling against the demonic soldiers within that band.

Do you intend to form a siege?

It was then.

“Hahahahahaha!”

After stabbing and killing another two demonic soldiers, Sa Ryong-hui heard laughter. He turned his head towards the sound. It was an unforgettable laugh.

“Wind Demon Fist King!” he raised his voice and shouted.

Someone responded to him.

It was not the Wind Demon Fist King.

Kuakuakua—!

A blade left a long mark where Sa Ryong-hui had just been standing.

If I hadn’t jumped to the side just now, I would have been cut in two.

“Captain of the Charred Dragon Unit!” Sa Ryong-hui growled with his eyes wide, glaring at the man who had just attacked him.

It was Gwan tae-ryang.

Just like fate, the two men met on the battlefield for the first time.

“You are the leader of the New Dragon Battalion, right?” Gwan Tae-ryang asked.

Instead of answering, Sa Ryong-hui swung his sword.

That was an answer enough.

Kua—

The two blades collided and sporks erupted in the air. The sword and blade slashed through the air, targeting veins and joints.

Boom. Boom.

Energy exploded like firecrackers in the air.

In the midst of the clashes, Sa Ryong-hui suddenly faced Gwan Tae-ryang and roared, “What on earth is the Cult of the Heavenly Demon thinking?!”

“ ……. ”

Boom, boom!

“Why aren’t they attacking? What the hell are they after?!”

Chang-chang!

“Say it!”

Sa Ryong-hui shouted.

At that moment, Gwan Tae-ryang’s blade flashed.

Clang—

Sa Ryong-hui’s sleeve had just been torn. If I hadn’t instinctively pulled my arm back, my wrist would have been cut off.

His expression hardened.

Aiming straight for Sa Ryong-hui’s face, Gwan Tae-ryong spoke in a low and clear voice, “Focus on the fight, unless you want to compete with insults.”

In front of Sa Ryong-hui, the air rippled.

“Otherwise, you’ll lose your head before you even know what’s going on.”

Boom-!

While the battle continued, some people were secretly climbing Mount Qilian, as if they had nothing to do with the turmoil.

Their movements were very secretive.

They moved silently and quickly among the trees, flitting about like shadows.

Their feet hit the ground, but there was no sound.

They also did not forget to carefully observe their surroundings.

Like that, twenty people scattered across the mountain.

If there was anything common between them, it would be their clothing.

They were all wearing black robes, robes with the symbols of the Cult of the Heavenly Demon on one side.

Those who were climbing were all members of the Demonic Cult.

In fact, they were playing a central role in the battle.

To be precise, the objects in their hands would be the center of the battle.

As they climbed the mountain, they would stop and put iron bars into the ground.

Puk—

The iron rods were inserted halfway into the earth. After confirming that, they would set off a small firecracker in the air.

Pang, pang, pang!

These flares erupted into sparks. Such a scene unfolded all over the mountainside.

Unknowingly, there was a man who had climbed to the highest peak of Mount Qilian and watched the battlefield.

“Hmm.”

It was Sang Gwan-chuk.

His eyes slowly swept across the battle. Unlike when he was speaking with Woon-seong’s, his eyes were cold and calculated as he calmly observed and predicted the field.

As his eyes swept through, a slight smile appeared on his face.

He liked the way the demonic followers had surrounded the enemies in a siege formation.

“You’re doing well.”

In the midst of such a skirmish, it was very important to distinguish between allies and enemies.

That was also why they hadn’t sent all the demonic soldiers into battle.

Hmm.

It was not only to reduce damage to the Cult as much as possible, but also to easily distinguish the two forces.

Sang Gwan-chuk suddenly focused on something else.

This time, it wasn’t another section of the battlefield, but somewhere in the forests of Mount Qilian. Sang Gwan-chuk’s eyes seemed to light up slightly.

He could see some of those men in black robes, symbolizing the Demonic Sect, moving secretly through the woods.

In their hands were iron rods the size of an adult’s forearm.

It was the weapon he had shown to Woon-seong.

Those iron rods were the core of the Qilian Destruction Plan. Seeing those iron rods placed in the designated locations, Sang Gwan-chuk smiled.

“This way, the enemies will know the greatness of our Cult.”

At this time, firecrackers burst through the sky.

All that was left was Woon-seong’s job.

Everyone fighting below could also see the sudden explosion of fireworks.

Pang-pang-pang!

The Orthodox soldiers, who did not understand, were puzzled by the sudden fireworks show.

Sa Ryong-hui’s expression soon became horror. This absolute confusion definitely has something to do with the enemy’s secret movements!

Seeing the fireworks, Sa Ryong-hui immediately shouted, “What the hell are you doing?!”

At that, Gwan Tae-ryang laughed. “Who knows?”

Gwan Tae-ryang didn’t know what the exact plan was either.

But one thing was clear.

Those fireworks definitely meant something to the demonic practitioners fighting on Mount Qilian, including Gwan Tae-ryang.

“Keep your distance!” he shouted, maniacally rushing away from Sa Ryong-hui.

At that moment, the demonic practitioners immediately started to retreat.

Sa Ryong-hui, who intuitively concluded that something was going terribly wrong, also shouted, “Retreat! Stay away from the demons!”

At that, Yoon Ye-ryong, who was still struggling against the Mask Demon, called out, “What’s going on?”

As soon as Gwan Tae-ryang’s voice had rang out, the Samsara Demonic Cavalry had also moved as far as possible from the Iron Swords.

“I have a bad feeling about something. I think it’s better if we stick together.”

“Hmph, for the remnants of the Demonic Cult…”

Sa Ryong-hui screamed as Peng Hak ignored his orders and tried to rush forward.

Thud!

Peng Hak’s gaze flicked over.

Soon, he realized that he had been shoved and turned to shout at Sa Ryong-hui: “I already let the fact that some bastard from low birth became my superior—”

At that moment, an overwhelming weight pressed down on the entire mountain.

It was the appearance of Woon-seong.

Fwoosh—

Ta, ta.

Woon-seong stepped into the air.

His movements were natural, as if he were climbing an invisible staircase.

He climbed through the air and stopped at a point where he could see the entire Qilian Mountain at once.

All the demonic practitioners looked up at him.

“That’s not good…”

Someone’s voice was vividly transmitted to everyone.

Woon-seong looked down at them arrogantly.

His energy continued to press down across the entire mountain.