Chronicles of the Demon Faction - Chapter 900



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Side story 250. Civil war, civil war (10)

“Oh my, it’s been a while.”

The White Bone God closed his eyes at the sound of the old man sitting on the throne.

Every time I meet him, I feel that he is not qualified to be a cult leader.

At the same time, I feel another thing: we all failed.

If anyone had made a different choice back then, the author would not have been sitting on the throne.

The problem was himself right away. If he hadn’t become a wreck from the grief of losing his child, he would have tried to stop that snake-like man’s actions in some way.

I try to live diligently knowing that the past is the past and that the future is important, but every time I look at it, I feel regretful and resentful.

The White Bone God opened his eyes again.

The old man continued speaking with a smile.

“How long has it been? For all the demon lords to gather and face each other like this? Four of them are missing in the meantime.”

Hehehe, the sound of laughter really sounds refreshing.

That was why it was even scarier. The old man had a hundred faces. If he had come alone, or if there had been two or three, he would have shown another side.

“It’s not easy for us to get together like this because we’re all busy with our work. Sometimes it’s disappointing, but I know what you’re going through. Also, when we all get together like this, the joy is doubled, so let’s all understand and get over it.”

The six demon lords bowed their heads in silence.

The old man, Jo Baek-cheon, asked, resting his chin on his hand.

“So, why have you come to my palace at this hour of the night?”

“Reverend.”

The first one to speak was, unexpectedly, Baekheon.

“I am deeply moved that you have overlooked the rudeness of the old people who came to me without warning at such an early hour.”

“Haha, I said I was happy to meet you. I feel good. I’m just curious, so don’t misunderstand me as holding a book.”

Jo Baek-cheon blinked.

“Is something serious happening?”

Baekheon’s eyes deepened.

Jo Baek-cheon would already know what was going on in the school. It was obvious that he was receiving real-time reports on what was happening in the civil war.

‘You’re still as cunning as ever.’

Pretend not to know when you know, and pretend to know when you don’t.

In the past, he was someone who sometimes enjoyed using empty and unreasonable tactics, but after becoming a cult leader, he turned into a monster who was truly uninteresting to talk to.

Baekheon opened his mouth.

“Please kill me.”

“Please kill me!”

At Baekheon’s words, all the demon kings bowed their heads even more and shouted in unison.

Jo Baek-cheon scratched his head.

“Listen, you guys. I’m glad to see you, but how would I feel if you suddenly asked me to kill you as soon as we got to the main topic? Just having six demon lords gathered together and bowing to me is already quite stressful.”

The sight of Jo Baek-cheon laughing out loud once again was truly frivolous.

Baekheon asked directly.

“Is your cult leader aware of what is happening in the civil war?”

“It’s a bit noisy outside. It doesn’t happen often, but it’s not something that has never happened before.”

It was a tone that said it was nothing serious. Baekheon gathered his patience.

“The military is currently threatening the Hwanheewonju.”

“It wasn’t Hwanhee Wonju who crossed the line first?”

A smiling voice takes the initiative without any hesitation.

Baekheon continued speaking.

“There is no one who does not know that Baek Won-ju has a strong and firm personality. First, Baek Won-ju is a person who has never committed a single sin, and rather, he is a talented person who has worked hard for the new religion for a long time.”

“I know you’re doing a good job and working hard.”

“One, it seems that the military is trying to suppress Baek Won-ju and induce him to rebel, thereby politically destroying him. I have heard that even violence is taking place within the military.”

“Oh?”

“If the leader would bestow his grace on the precious talents of our school, all people would praise the leader’s benevolence.”

Jo Baek-cheon chuckled.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re not praising me now because you don’t have compassion?”

“… … !”

You could say that it’s just nitpicking, but the person who said that is the leader of the Cheonmasingyo cult.

The leader is the representative of God. As Jo Baek-cheon said, the existence itself is precious and sacred and the object of worship, and there is no reason why God must be benevolent.

Baekheon was taken aback for a moment, but then continued speaking.

“I only said that I was praising the leader’s benevolence, but I did not mean that no one praised the leader. Please consider my advice.”

“Heh heh heh!”

Jo Baek-cheon waved his hand.

“Just kidding, kidding. It’s been so long since we last met that we can’t even joke around. You, Gwanghyeol, have become much more rigid than before.”

This wasn’t a situation where one could joke around. Baekheon kept his mouth shut.

“Let’s see… … .”

Jo Baek-cheon, who was looking around at the demon lords, pointed at the White Bone God Demon with his chin.

“Yes, Baekgol. You tell me. Do you think that the military is pressuring Baek Wonju without reason?”

Baek-heon’s eyes shook slightly. He asked Baek-gol-shin-ma a question right after his conversation with himself. It sounded like Gwang-hyeol was saying that he didn’t trust him.

The White Bone God said calmly.

“Hwanheewonju Baek Sodam is an outstanding talent and a person with the utmost loyalty to the religion. If he is qualified, I believe he is someone who can be entrusted with the 100-year plan of the new religion.”

“Great evaluation.”

“But we can’t say that she is without sin.”

For a moment, the demon kings were surprised and looked at the White Bone God.

Interest arose in Jo Baek-cheon’s face.

“Baek So-dam also has sins?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of sin?”

“It’s a sin not to do your best.”

It was a strange answer.

Jo Baek-cheon tilted his head.

“The sin of not doing your best? What does that mean?”

“In my opinion, Baek So-dam, the head of Hwanheewonju, is an all-rounder who can carry out any task given to him. At least, that’s what I think, since I have some personal relationship with Wonju.”

“But?”

“That’s why I had no choice but to make an even harsher judgment. Baek So-dam, the head of the Hwanheewon, is not using all of her outstanding talents. As the head of the Hwanheewon, she has been in charge of the household affairs of our school and has carried out her duties without any major problems, but at the same time, she has not put in any more effort.”

It was too abstract and difficult to verify to be called a sin. Moreover, if there were no problems with the organization’s operation, it would be ambiguous to call it a sin.

Jo Baek-cheon asked with pure interest.

“It’s hard to call it a sin. But do you still think of it as a sin?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because Baek So-dam knows that every penny of effort put in by those in power can bring a lot of happiness to the lives of those below them.”

For a moment, the battlefield was enveloped in an eerie silence.

The words of the White Bone God seemed to criticize the leader by comparing him to Baek So Dam. Even though the Demon Kings had reached such a high level, they felt their hearts sink for a moment.

Jo Baek-chan’s eyes immediately became cold.

“Can a little effort guarantee the happiness of work?”

“Sometimes it can secure happiness beyond that.”

“Does that mean that a ruler who knows it but does not act on it is not qualified to be a ruler?”

“That’s what I think.”

“I see.”

Jo Baek-cheon smiled faintly.

It was a really strange laugh, I couldn’t tell if he was laughing because he was happy or because he was sad.

“If so, what do you think of me, Baekgol? Do you think I have lost my qualifications as a ruler?”

The White Bone God said without even blinking an eye.

“Yes.”

Baekheon shouted without realizing it.

“White Bone, you!”

“The leader is not a ruler, but a god, and at the same time, he is also the representative of god. We do not call such a person a ruler.”

Baekheon’s face became stiff.

Jo Baek-cheon’s smile deepened.

“Do you really think so?”

“Yes.”

“What should God do then?”

“I am sorry, but all the demon lords, including myself, are just ordinary people, so we cannot make any judgments about God.”

“Hmm.”

“but.”

The eyes of the White Bone Demon were blazing with fire.

“If God is truly God, his followers will send him undefiled devotion and live fierce lives with great pride and fierce will under a God whose very existence is a blessing.”

“Do you think so?”

The White Bone God Demon bowed his head.

“It is nothing more than the shallow belief of an old man who has not seen what he should see and heard what he should hear. I hope that the leader will not attach too much importance to the words of this old man.”

“Hahahahahaha!!”

Jo Baek-cheon’s laughter resonated throughout Daejeon.

Phage, phage, phage!

At the same time, numerous flashes of light appeared on the walls and ceiling of the theater and then disappeared.

The magic energy of the White Heaven filled the closed space. The energy was truly powerful, leaving an eerie afterimage in the hearts of all the Demon Lords.

Baekheon swallowed without realizing it.

‘Strong.’

Originally, Jo Baek-cheon was a strong person. The magic of self-discipline that he developed was an absolute magic that rivaled the best among the martial arts of the new religion, excluding the learning of the Heavenly Demon.

However, most of the magic arts that the Demon Lords had combined were the same. In terms of sheer destructive power, the self-driving magic arts would be on the level, but in terms of the level of magic arts themselves, everyone had learned enough to be able to do so.

And yet I am overwhelmed.

While everyone else was getting stronger, Jo Baek-cheon was two or three steps ahead. This was even true when he was known to indulge in women and alcohol.

The intensity of the purple magic energy that flowed out naturally.

The Demon Kings could not help but admit that Jo Baek-cheon’s martial arts had now reached a different level from their own.

Even though they were the same extreme demons, they were on different levels. Even if they were to fight with their lives on the line, it would be impossible for just one demon lord to handle it. It seemed like at least three or four of them would have to come together to handle that strong magic.

Jo Baek-cheon, who had been laughing out loud for a while, asked with a voice that still had a hint of laughter.

“Hey, Baekgol.”

“Yes, Master.”

“When I was the Demon King, I really hated you. Your uprightness seemed foolish, and your honesty seemed brutal.”

“… … .”

“But it’s different now. You have that strong personality, you don’t know how strong you are as a leader.”

“It is an honor.”

Contrary to what he said, the face of the White Bone God Horse, which had its head bowed, was extremely cold.

Jo Baek-cheon said, tapping the armrest.

“Let’s get to the point. If the intention was to stop the tyranny of the General Staff and ask for forgiveness for the Hwanheewonju, the six Demon Kings wouldn’t have come all the way here.”

“… … .”

“What do you really want?”

The White Bone Demon opened his mouth.

“General Heo Seong-gwan is a shameless traitor who has abused his position, sold the name of the cult leader, ruined the lives of the followers within the cult, and arrested and killed innocent people.”

“Is that so?”

“It seems that the leader has been very considerate of him, so we have not said anything to him so far, but this situation has brought us to a point where we cannot bear it.”

“Yes, you can’t tolerate it. That’s what the elders are there to tell you to do.”

“… … .”

“So, what do you want?”

The White Bone Godma raised his head.

“If you remove the great traitor Heo Seong-gwan from his position as commander-in-chief and appoint a capable person to his position, showing God’s strictness and benevolence, then all demons will once again be moved by the judgment of the cult leader.”

“What about Hwanheewonju?”

“Please, please discipline me so that I can devote my soul to the leader and the new religion, and discipline me so that I can fully develop my talents.”

“Hahaha! Is that so?”

Jo Baek-cheon’s face, which had been smiling happily, gradually became expressionless.

“White bones.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I heard the head of the criminal law department is dead.”

“… … ?!”

“Okay, take it.”

Jo Baek-cheon threw one of the iron plates on the table into the empty space.

The White Bone God Horse, who had received the iron shield, was momentarily shocked.

“What is this?!”

“The head of the special investigation unit of the internal inspection agency, simply put, he is an inspector general with the authority to conduct internal inspections.”

Jo Baek-cheon folded his arms and leaned forward.

“Would you like to strip away the entire military once?”