Chronicles of Heavenly Demon Novel - Chapter 145: Qilian Mountain (1)

Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon

Chapter 145 – Qilian Mountain (1)

Translated by : moonchildkhz

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The people climbing the mountain were two of the Ten Demonic Masters of the Cult of the Heavenly Demon.

The Wind Demon Fist King and the Demonic Teacher of Sun and Moon.

As they began to climb, a group from the east and west began to follow behind.

Seeing this, Yoon Ye-ryong was surprised. “I can’t read their energy. Obviously, they must have high positions in the Demonic Cult. It looks like they’re planning to attack the fort’s wooden barriers. Shouldn’t they be stopped?”

Sa Ryong-hui shook his head. His eyes did not leave the two Demonic Masters climbing the mountain.

“No, not yet. The only way to make it out alive is to wage an all-out war with the Demonic Army.”

“What should we do then?”

Sa Ryong-hui turned his attention to the reinforcements slowly chasing behind the Demonic Masters. They seemed to be following behind the Demonic Masters from a certain distance, but in reality, were actually increasing the distance little by little.

Sa Ryong-hui’s excellent eyes did not miss that fact. He smiled, “Wait a little more. If the Demonic Masters move forward a bit more, it will be a lot easier for the New Dragon Battalion and the Iron Swords to isolate the enemy.”

The Demonic Masters were elite martial artists. It could have sounded arrogant to say they could catch a Demonic Master.

But the one speaking was Sa Ryong-hui.

Not to mention, they were the Iron Sword Cavalry and the New Dragon Battalion.

Even a Demonic Master could be dealt with by excellent troops.

There was also Iron Swordsman Yoon Ye-ryong, who was a Peak Level Martial Artist.

New Dragon Battalion Master Sa Ryong-hui was also a Peak Level Martial Artist.

Although this was nothing compared to a Demonic Master, even a Demonic Master would face some difficulties against numbers.

In the meantime, the two Demonic Masters continued their climb up Mount Qilian in the direction of the fort.

“Hmm.”

Demonic Teacher Lee Shin-jung raised a hand to sweep through his beard. As he concentrated his energy, the forces of yin and yang spread through his arms.

The black and white iron rings he was wearing around his wrists drew in the yin-yang energies.

Whoo-hoo!

The two rings trembled and a flash of light rose from both sides. It was the Heavenly Wheels of Life and Death.

The two wheels were black and white. Lee Shin-jung grabbed the two wheels in front of him and looked at the trees stretching before him. He murmured, “Haha, it’s been a while since I’ve been on the battlefield. ”

At the same time, the wheels in his hands split the air.

Clattering –

Unlike his eyes, the wheels in his hands were sharp. All together, the rows of trees before him began to crash down.

The mountside was scarred wherever the Heavenly Wheels passed.

Boom, boom!

Loud thuds echoed across the area. It took very little time for the forest to collapse into a field.

It took less than a single day.

In the meantime, all sorts of traps were revealed and destroyed along with the forest.

There were lightning traps that would also throw boulders, and spears in pits.

There were a variety of other types too.

Countless traps were destroyed by Lee Shin-jung. Everyone’s mouth was opened in shock.

At the same time, there was a loud noise from some distance away.

Kuakuakua—

Like Lee Shin-jung did in the west, the Fist King started to work in the east.

The Wind Demon Fist King channeled the wind with his fist. That was not a joke or an exaggeration; he literally channeled the wind with his fist.

Drawing in the wind with his shoulders, the movements of his arm centered the gust of wind around his fist, which was then extended forward.

That was the Wind Demon Fist King’s martial arts.

And the result?

It went without saying, but he attracted the winds and produced a storm. Even though it looked like a light punch, he called for the draconic winds of a hurricane.

It seemed like his fist had formed into a dragon.

This draconic wind shook the earth, scratching through the ground as it passed.

It wasn’t just one.

With his right fist extended, the Fist King still had his left.

“Hahahahaha!”

With joyful laughter from Koo Jong-byuk, draconic winds billowed from his left.

Qrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr—

With the sound of thunder, the forest was swept away as the storm ripped the trees from their roots. Trees soared into the air as the ground was torn, raining dirt and debris.

All kinds of traps were also falling.

Looking at that, Koo Jong-byuk yelled back, “I’m going to climb without hesitation. Don’t be left behind!”

As if cheering for him, a shout came from his reinforcements.

“Waaaahhhh!!!”

Lee Shin-jung smiled as he heard that. “This old man will be left behind if he does not move quickly.”

The two Demonic Masters continued to climb.

Mount Qilian seemed to have been hit by a catastrophic disaster.

“That’s a Demonic master?”

Sa Ryong-hui and Yoon Ye-rong were gaping at the power of the Demonic Masters, which seemed to shatter the mountains. According to the usual classification of Murim, both of them also belonged to the Transcendence Realm. But being in Transcendence and being at the peak of Transcendence, or reaching Absolution, were two completely different things.

In both skill and competency, the two were incomparable.

The dominance of the Demonic Masters seemed to prove that. With one hand, the forest would collapse and the mountains would be carved.

In the meantime, all the well-camouflaged traps were swept away.

Truly overwhelming strength.

But Sa Ryong-hui was not afraid.

It’s not impossible if you get isolated.

Even as he was admiring them, his eyes were coldly analyzing the Demonic Masters.

And he came to a conclusion.

We can do it.

It may not be possible for other troops, but it was possible for the strong Iron Sword Cavalry and the unified New Dragon Battalion.

Reaching that conclusion, Sa Ryong-hui was not afraid. Rather, he was waiting for the Demonic Masters to reach closer to the fort.

And at that moment!

“Right now!”

Sa Ryong-hui shouted and the Iron Swordsman raised a hand into the air.

With the ringing of drums, the Orthodox faction set out from Mount Qilian.

Kuakua—

A part of the wooden barrier opened with a loud sound and a group of horses poured out.

It was the Iron Sword Cavalry.

At the forefront was the Iron Swordsman, his steed an untamable stallion.

Yoon Ye-ryong leapt over the barricades, which were more than three meters tall, and into the air.

It was not just the Iron Swords who poured out.

“Let’s go, too!”

The New Dragon Battalion, which included the Tangs and Peng Hak were also rushing out.

Sang Ryong-hui leapt off the walls like Yoon Ye-ryong had done, landing in front of the New Dragons.

Heeheeheeheeheehee-

It was at that moment that Yoon Ye-ryong shouted, “We’ll take care of the Demonic Teacher of Sun and Moon!”

“Then we will deal with the Wind Demon Fist King!”

Their gazes crossed in the air. The crowd pouring out immediately split in two.

The wooden barricades closed behind them.

Watching the swarm coming out of the fortress in Mount Qilian, Woon-seong’s eyebrows twitched.

He was not the only one watching this scene.

“A bit different.”

“Right,” nodded Woon-seong. After seeing the stronghold, I thought they were going to lure us towards the Water Temple. But they’re actually trying to fight here?

Definitely a little different than expected.

But the battlefield was no Sun Wukong in Buddha’s palm, so unexpected things happened.

Even so, whether these variables occurred or not would make no difference.

We have countermeasures prepared for the Iron Swords and the New Dragons.

Woon-seong called out to them.

“Mask Demon.”

“Present!”

Woon-seong’s call was answered by a loud response.

Right behind Woon-seong was the fully armored Blood Tears Mask Demon, riding on a black horse.

Woon-seong then called out to Gwan Tae-ryang.

“Captain of the Charred Dragon Unit.”

“Present!”

Gwan Tae-ryang also shouted in response, just as Mask Demon had.

Behind Gwan Tae-ryang was the Charred Dragon Unit, some of the demons who had survived the Cave of Latent Demons.

“I believe in you all. Go and kill the enemy!”

“We will repay the Leader for his faith!” Gwan Tae-ryang shouted loudly.

The horses whinied, as if in response.

Hi-yi-ying-

Instead of answering, Mask Demon put the mask he had tied to his head over his face. It was a mask crying tears of blood. The moment he wore that mask, Mask Demon, who liked children, transformed into a member of the Samsara Demonic Cavalry, called the ghosts of the battlefield.

Overwhelming aura erupted from his body.

Gwan Tae-ryang’s energy was no less.

As if in competition, the Charred Dragon Unit and the Samsara Demonic Cavalry all released their energies.

Hi-yi-ying-

Perhaps they had reacted to the energy?

The horses on which the Samsara Demons were riding started to thrash. They were well trained horses too.

Even the horses could feel the energy, their hearts beating with adrenaline.

Woon-seong smiled, feeling the energy surge. He turned to Sang Gwan-chuk, “Send a signal to the White Ape Unit of the Western Army and command them to march.”

Bowing his head, Sang Gwan-chuk responded, “I heed the Leader’s command.”

Soon after, a large firecracker burst into the air above the eastern group.

The Western Army began to move.

Naturally, the one leading the White Ape Unit was Divine Maiden Cheon Ah-young.

A large group of people rushed out from both sides, racing towards Mount Qilian.

Thump, thump.

“Hail the Immortal Heavenly Demon. Glory to our Cult!”

“Hail the Immortal Heavenly Demon. Glory to our Cult!”

Their fierce eyes burned, containing only the image of enemies who needed to be wiped out.