Episode 1597. I can’t even laugh. (2)
Zhuge Ja-in, the head of the Zhuge family, looked blankly at the miserable battlefield and collapsed to the ground.
“Ah… Ah…”
A groan came out as if the sky had collapsed. It has to be because there are corpses everywhere you look.
“Oh hey…”
My strong shoulders began to tremble.
“Ugh… Ugh… Ahhh!”
Finally, when he started tearing out his own hair, the head of the Moyong family, Moyongwigyeong, who came with him, held his arm and stopped him.
“Jegal Gaju…. “It’s not the family’s fault.”
“Replace this job… with this job…”
A mournful sob flowed out.
Zhuge Zain felt like all of this was his fault, and his stomach was burning. If they had arrived a little sooner, this worst situation would not have happened.
Even if we couldn’t change the outcome, we would have been able to save at least half of the people lying on this plain.
The mere ban they delayed turned everything upside down.
“Aaaahhh!”
Zhuge Zain howled like a madman.
As the head of a large family, this was something he should not show, but Mo Yongwi-gyeong could no longer dissuade him from doing so.
Don’t you know how I feel about blaming myself? The scene before my eyes was so gruesome.
‘How many survived?’
Mo Yongwei couldn’t bear to see any more and closed his eyes tightly.
Clearly not everyone was sacrificed. Some people may have run away. But it wasn’t a situation worth taking comfort in.
“Sapaeryeon!”
In Zhuge Zain’s bloodshot eyes, he could see the army of the Four Lions moving away like a small dot in the distance.
“Jang Ilsoooo! This heavenly punishment… “You will be punished!”
Zhuge Zain cried out, and Mo Yongwei trembled with his hands hidden in his sleeves.
If even the remnants of the enemy were still here, they would rush in and vent their anger without caring for their lives. I would at least comfort those who died like that.
But the only thing that greeted them here were bodies that had already cooled down.
Mo Yongwei sighed in despair.
‘What should I do next?’
It’s a terrible defeat.
It is unknown how much damage Sapaeryun suffered. They may have just retrieved the bodies of my men and left.
However, regardless of that, as many as three factions of the nine factions suffered damage that was close to destruction. It seemed unlikely that the damage to the Sapaeryun would be greater than this.
Mo Yongwijing had a hunch. The long reign of Gupailbang has finally come to an end.
Shaolin will never regain its authority again. And now the community and the top family will have to worry about extinction.
Now, the only people left in Gupailbang are the shaman Jongnam, who is visiting the temple, and Kunryun, who is a benefactor in the distant Cheonsan Mountain.
Can we call them old school anymore?
More than anything else, the collapse of Shaolin was fatal. Shaolin does not simply mean the strongest of the nine sects. Shaolin itself was a symbol of the old school and a symbol of power.
The fact that Shaolin fell at the hands of Safa has such great significance.
‘What should I do?’
A sense of despair and gloom, as if he had lost his way, enveloped Mo Yongwi-gyeong.
I felt like I was wandering in the dark, unable to see an inch in front of me.
“Ah… Ah…”
Zhuge Zain still couldn’t escape the pain.
There was a good reason why he suffered so much.
Because it was Zhuge Ja-in who came up with the plan with the court to tie their feet and attack them so they could not escape.
It would be difficult for him to escape the guilt of feeling like all these deaths were his fault.
Zhuge Zain, who had been sobbing for a while, looked at Mo Yongwei with bloodshot eyes.
“We have to chase it.”
“Let’s go…”
“It’s not too late! They must be exhausted after the fight! So, even now…!”
A deep sigh escaped from Mo Yongwijing’s mouth.
“Calm down, Zhuge Family. We must not lose our reason.”
“yet! “There’s still a chance!”
Mo Yong Wei-gyeong closed his eyes tightly.
If only a small part of it had been reached quickly… Zhuge Ja-in’s words would have had a point. But not anymore. It’s too late now.
At that time, a group approached them.
‘Cheonwoomaeng.’
Just like them, it was late… no.
‘You can’t compare to us.’
It was none other than their plan to prevent Cheon Woo-maeng from coming here.
Mo Yongwijing finally realized this desperately. How arrogant they were. All of this was nothing more or less than the result of their arrogance.
That’s why I couldn’t bear to face the faces of those approaching me. Just bow your head.
“Moyong Family Lord.”
“⋯⋯Dang Family Lord.”
The familiar face at the head of the Cheonwu Meng, Tang Kunak, looked at the two with an unknown expression.
Tanggunak paused a few times as if he was about to say something, but then closed his mouth.
I guess so. What can you say? Unless you are blind, you will see this tragedy clearly.
Zhuge Ja-in sobbing, Mo Yong Wei-gyeong with his head down, and Tang Kun-ak at a loss for words. A deep despair fell between the three.
Jerk.
At that moment, I felt a person approaching.
Mo Yongwi-gyeong confirmed his identity and closed his eyes again. You can recognize even unfamiliar faces.
I couldn’t bear to say anything in front of him.
If you ask why you didn’t call us, how could you be so arrogant, if you ask who is responsible for so many deaths… what should you answer?
Just thinking about that question in my head was so heavy that I couldn’t breathe. Hyunjong’s presence approaches one step at a time. No, it felt like he was going to be crushed to death by the guilt he had developed for himself.
Hyeonjong opened his mouth in a sad tone.
“It is the current species of volcano.”
“⋯⋯Moyongsega’s⋯⋯Moyongwigyeong.”
This was the first time that the countless introductions I had made were this difficult.
“How did this happen?”
Hyeonjong asked.
This is a question that must be asked. Although the battlefield was so cruel, Mo Yong’s family and Zhuge’s family were so fine. The fact that I came late is nothing but a lame excuse.
At least Cheon Woo-maeng, who ran from that chord to here in just a month, is qualified to ask this question.
I’m just at a loss for words where to start and how to explain.
“That’s…”
“Masked man!”
At that time, Zhuge Zain responded by shouting, almost in a fit of convulsions.
“Those guys! “If only those damned bastards hadn’t stopped us!”
“⋯⋯.”
“Uh… ugh… Hmm…”
Instead of Zhuge Zain starting to sob again, Mo Yongwei sighed and opened his mouth.
“The manager was planning to sell a trap here. To be precise, it was obvious that they would set a trap, so instead of letting them fall into that trap, he tried to tie them up here.”
“Hmm… “After that, two years later…”
“yes. But…”
Mo Yongwei shook his head slowly.
“They already knew. “Unidentified masked people appeared from an ambush and blocked our path.”
“⋯⋯Are you talking about the masked person?”
Hyeonjong’s face hardened. Tanggunak, who was listening nearby, asked with a doubtful look on his face.
“You mean you stopped the two families of Mo Yong and Zhuge? they?”
“⋯⋯It’s a shame, but that’s true.”
“How…”
These two families are not places to be taken lightly. Of course, it is said that it is a place where Namgung and Dangga Panga are at a disadvantage, but isn’t it still the Five Generations?
But stopping those two families…
Tang Gunak, who was lost in thought for a moment, asked.
“Are you saying we couldn’t get there on time because they blocked us?”
His gaze instantly turned to the two generations of Gasols, who were looking sad. No matter how I looked at them, they didn’t look like they had made it through the fierce battle to get this far.
Mo Yongwi-gyeong, who read the suspicion in Tanggunak’s eyes, blushed.
“Are you doubting us now?”
“That’s not my intention.”
Tanggunak calmly denied it. But Mo Yongwei, who had already sharpened his blade, glared at him coldly.
“If that’s really the case, then Cheon Woo-maeng should thank me again, right?”
“What did you say?”
“Now that the situation is like this, isn’t Cheon Yu-meng rather happy?”
“Say that now!”
“There are even suspicions that the Mo Yong family was affiliated with the Sa faction, so does that mean Moore’s mistake was such a big mistake?”
Tang Junak and Mo Yongwijing’s faces hardened at the same time.
Know. That it’s not anyone’s fault here.
However, it was not a situation where we could calmly understand each other.
It’s such a tragedy that I don’t even dare to touch it. And a relationship that has become irreparably terrible. All of that was pushing them to extremes.
“stop.”
At that time, Hyeonjong’s heavy voice penetrated between them. Not only Tanggunak but also Moyongwigyeong, who originally had no reason to listen to King Hyeonjong’s words, also stopped at those words.
King Hyeonjong recited the sword with a grave face and looked at the battlefield.
Those who were once alive and breathing are lying scattered about in miserable condition. Hyeonjong closed his eyes tightly for a moment and then sighed.
“There are many things we need to say to each other, but first, let’s start by picking up the dead. “That’s it…”
“Take care!”
Zhuge Zain, who was furious, chuckled like he was crazy. It wasn’t an exaggerated sense of evil. That laugh was truly that of a madman.
“Good. Take care of it!”
Then, this time, he suddenly glared harshly at Hyeonjong.
“I don’t know when the Saepaeryeon will come back, and I don’t know what they might do if they retreated! We have no choice but to collect those bodies! “Isn’t that the punishment the loser should bear?”
It was a voice filled with evil.
“Now, if it’s not the Lord of Heaven and Earth, who will give orders? Command! Go and bury them. Let us see with our own eyes the sins we have committed and be painfully aware of them! “That’s what you command!”
“Jegal go!”
Mo Yongwi-gyeong shouted in surprise. Zhuge Zain didn’t even pretend to listen and continued to yell.
“Is it really okay to bring so many people and do the best we can to collect the bodies? Is that the way of volcanoes or the way of Tian Yu-meng?”
Mo Yongwi-gyeong flinched and unconsciously looked at Hyeonjong.
It was a remark that could be heard as a terrible insult. Didn’t Chun Woo-maeng run this long distance in one month without even hearing a single word for help?
“no.”
At that time, Hyunjong’s eyes, which had been closed for a long time, slowly opened.
There was a deeper confidence and sadness in his eyes than before.
“This is neither Tianyu Meng’s way nor Huashan’s way.”
“then?”
Hyeonjong remained silent for a moment and looked at the battlefield.
Eventually, a voice filled with both pity and sadness flowed like the wind.
“I guess it’s just human duty.”
For a moment, no one could open their mouths, as if everyone was being crushed by those heavy words.
“Please do me a favor.”
Emperor Xuanzong bowed his head respectfully towards Zhuge Zain and Mo Yongwei.
The two people who were silent eventually also nodded.
One who despairs. One who feels sorry. A person who worries about future events.
No matter what their position, the first thing they must remember is courtesy as a human being. That simple principle moved those who were sinking in despair.
“⋯⋯I will help.”
Mo Yong Wi-gyeong gave instructions to the members of the Mo Yong family. Zhuge Zain also quickly stood up from his seat.
“Forgive my rudeness…”
“no.”
Xuanzong shook his head and stopped Zhuge Zain from speaking.
“There must be more to do than that.”
“⋯⋯I will do so.”
After comforting Zhuge Zain, King Hyeonjong took steps towards the battlefield, which had now become a huge tomb. Tanggunak followed.
Jerk. Jerk.
Hyeonjong’s steps were not towards where the bodies were gathered, but towards a slightly different direction. Hyeonjong, who had been walking in silence for a long time, finally stopped.
He sighed softly as he looked at the person in front of him.
It’s so heavy that just looking at it like this makes my fingertips tingle.
It is truly sad that it is the living who bear the heaviest burden of these countless deaths.
That fact bothered Hyeonjong. Perhaps even more than the tragedy that occurred here.
“Cheongmyeong…”
Hyeonjong spoke pitifully to Cheongmyeong, who could not take his eyes off the tragedy in front of him.
“It’s not your fault.”
Only then did Cheongmyeong, who had been as frozen as a stone statue, look back at Hyeonjong.
The empty pupils pierce a corner of Hyeonjong’s heart.
“Then…”
Cheongmyeong asked in an emotionless voice.
“Whose fault is it?”
“⋯⋯.”
“Jangmun-in.”
I can feel something boiling deep in a very ancient place. In that deep, deep despair, King Hyeonjong wanted to close his eyes.
