The Anti-Intellectualism Demon King’s World Invasion - Chapter 87



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Episode 87

As I felt when fighting the officers above, I couldn’t defeat a hundred thousand puppets one-on-one.

Unlike real-life martial arts masters who get beaten up by real fighters and end up bleeding profusely from the nose, the officers displayed destructive power and speed that rival those in martial arts movies.

I thought that perhaps the aquatic parasite had taken control of the nerves and pushed human potential to its limit.

The aquatic parasite buff worked the same way in water.

It was fortunate that the impact was offset by the bounce off Colonel Jang’s fist, but if he had been hit directly, a few of his ribs would have just been broken.

Colonel Jang spun around, lifted his feet high, and flew toward me.

I quietly watched his kicks, which were as beautiful as ballet movements, and picked up the crossbow that had been converted into a spear gun.

And he pulled the trigger lightly towards Colonel Jang.

The harpoon flew through the water and struck Colonel Jang in the chest.

Colonel Jang was thrown back as if I had been punched.

“No, you are pulling out another shameless weapon in this fair and square duel? You wicked sect. But this time it won’t work.”

Colonel Jang struggled to his feet and pulled the arrow out of his chest.

Then he charged at me again.

I pulled the trigger of the spear gun again.

This time, Colonel Jang was hit by the harpoon and bounced off.

A harpoon is the tip of a feathered arrow cut off with a groove made on it.

Basically, the harpoon has about the same power as a crossbow, and if it were on water, it wouldn’t bounce like that.

But because it was a tank full of water, there was no friction or floor to support it, so it seemed like the impact was converted directly into kinetic energy, as if it were in a state of weightlessness.

On the other hand, the confrontation with Colonel Jang was like a battle with water zombies.

Colonel Jang, who had already drowned and had his heart pierced and his head exploded, did not care and rushed toward me.

He fired the harpoon gun again.

This time, he got hit in the foot and did a tumble.

How long are you going to keep charging forward?

Is this a plan to exhaust my arrows?

As we were infiltrating the trap, we couldn’t bring enough arrows.

Come to think of it, I didn’t know when the officers would show up.

It was not good to waste time.

In addition, Colonel Jang began to try to catch the flying harpoon with his hand.

As an arrow flew towards his head, the man tried to catch the harpoon by instantly clapping his hands together as if clapping.

But he was a step too late and the harpoon pierced his right eye.

“Ah! What a pity!”

The ten thousand people were disappointed.

Colonel Jang’s eyes popped out, but he moved just as before, as if he had no problem recognizing me.

I thought that perhaps the hairs all over its body could detect even the slightest flow of water and analyze the three-dimensional space.

He pulled out the harpoon stuck in his eye and shot it at Colonel Jang, who was rushing at him again.

This time, he succeeded in harpooning.

The tip of the harpoon was caught in the hands that met.

“Haha! You see! This is the great power of martial arts.”

The ten thousand people shouted in triumph.

Colonel Jang threw the harpoon out of his hand and punched me.

But I had already prepared myself.

He took out his shield and swung it diagonally towards Colonel Jang’s fist.

The sharp edge of the shield pierced Colonel Jang’s wrist.

My hand was cut off like a knife being cut.

Colonel Jang followed up with a kick, seemingly unaware that his hand had been cut off.

I swung the shield I had been swinging and slammed it down.

Then, Colonel Jang’s leg was cut off.

His hands and feet sank to the bottom of the ballast tank.

Then, as if feeding a fishbowl, a hundred thousand baby fish began to wriggle and gather around the severed hands and feet.

“Is this guy pulling out a weapon again in a martial arts duel? Huh? What’s that?”

The ten thousand people who had been annoyed were startled when they saw my shield.

“It’s the prince’s scale! Where did you get it?”

Oh! The gold dragon, the master of these scales, was the prince.

The ten thousand man shouted as if he were the owner of the shield.

“Hand over the prince’s scales immediately!”

“I don’t want to. It’s mine, why should I give it to you?”

“Anyway, you’re just a human who doesn’t know how to use it or how to use it. Hand it over to me!”

The ten thousand people spoke as if the golden scales were something of great importance.

I don’t know how important it is, but what the 100,000-year-old said about not knowing how to use it wasn’t wrong.

Actually, I didn’t know how to use the golden scales.

I just held it in my hand and saw that it looked like a shield, and since it didn’t get scratched by most weapons, I used it as a shield.

And when he realized that the edges of the scales were incredibly sharp, he used them as swords, just like he had just cut off Colonel Jang’s hand and leg.

“How do I use this? Tell me, and I’ll think about it.”

I placed my finger on the center of the golden shield and spun it around.

“I told you. It’s not something for humans to handle. It’s something used to open the navel of water.”

The navel of water? It was the first time I heard of it.

It sounds like it has something to do with the world being underwater.

“The belly button of water, what is that?”

Before the ten thousandth man could answer, something fell into the tank with a splash.

Officers appeared in the bubbles.

The officers rushed toward me.

Shit!

Even though I have a shield, I don’t have the confidence to win against the officers who are rushing at me in droves.

The teamwork displayed in the cabin corridors resembled that of a professional team that had been working together for a long time.

I wanted to get more information from the 100,000 people, but there was nothing I could do.

I ran as fast as I could from the rushing officers.

“Haha! Where are you going to escape to in the tank? You are nothing more than a rat in a poisoned cage. Hurry up and hand over the prince’s golden scales. I won’t let you live if you do that. Our babies are hungry, you know. Haha!”

The 100,000-year-old burst into laughter as if it was a delight, but then shouted with a look of embarrassment.

“Hey! What are you doing! Why are you coming here?! Go fight those kids.”

The ten thousand people didn’t run away, perhaps because they were surprised by my rushing at them, or because they thought they could stop me.

From my perspective, it was a truly grateful choice.

The speed of the officers chasing me was much faster than I expected.

It was a crisis that would soon be solved.

The ten thousand thorns that were densely packed on the surface were fired simultaneously.

But it was blocked by the shield and fell like corn.

I just slammed the shield into the guy’s body.

And when I gave it a strong blow, the guy was split in two.

As Hyang-i said, the 100,000-year-old itself wasn’t that strong.

When the hundred thousand people died, the officers who had been following me to the back of my head suddenly stopped.

They were at a loss, as if they had lost their way.

As I rolled my eyes around, I saw black pupils and black aquatic parasites.

The guy made up his mind and started to strangle himself.

Or some guys would bite their tongues or bang their heads against the tank walls.

Why do people harm themselves?

I soon found out why.

The dead officer, his head blown off, sank to the floor.

Then, a hundred thousand chicks started to wriggle and cover the corpse.

The officers seemed to be ultimately programmed to be used as food for the Hundred Thousand Dwarves once they were no longer of use.

The final program must have worked, as the commander who gave the orders disappeared and no further activity was possible.

It will take at least several hundred years for those hundred thousand babies who are eating corpses to become like the hundred thousand babies.

It may not be a threat right now, but we’ll have to clean it up later.

Once the work inside the tank was finished, I tried to climb up into the manhole to get out.

But then something was seen falling from the dead bodies of the tens of thousands of people.

what?

I approached it.

It was a booklet.

It wasn’t a typical book with a thick vinyl cover like a hardcover or workbook, but rather an oriental-style book bound in yellow Korean paper, like the kind you see in historical dramas or museums.

The title on the cover of the book was written in Chinese characters: “The True Scripture of the West Sea Movement and Stillness.”

What is this? Is this the martial arts that the prince practiced that the 100,000-year-old mentioned?

Wow! If that’s true, then it’s awesome.

I picked up the book and looked through it.

The book contained drawings without any explanation.

Looking at the name that includes Jin-gyeong, it seems like he is a martial artist?

I tilted my head and turned the pages.

The pictures looked more like running, walking, jumping, or stretching than the movements seen in martial arts movies, such as stabbing, kicking, or roundhouse kicking.

There was a picture that looked similar to a martial arts technique, but it was so strange that I wondered if it would actually be effective in subduing the enemy.

I couldn’t try it right away, so I packed it in my bag and tried to climb up the manhole.

Perhaps the image of the ‘Seohae Dongjeong Jin-gyeong’ I had just seen lingered in my mind like an afterimage, as I unconsciously made a gesture that seemed like an assistive movement for jumping.

Then, my body shot up quickly as if I had a rocket attached to my back.

I was running so fast that I lost my bearings a little and almost hit the ceiling next to the manhole.

I quickly reached out and stopped myself from hitting my head on the ceiling.

No, how did it jump so high in one go?

Could it be that the strange gesture was actually a martial arts skill?

No, it’s not martial arts.

Judging from the incredible jumps, this must be a light technique.

No. Since light combat is also a type of martial arts, should we call it a martial art?

I was so surprised by the hidden efficacy of the West Sea Dongjeong Jinkyung that I was confused as to whether it was a martial arts or not.

Whether it’s martial arts or light techniques, this is awesome.

Although I was faster than a human swimmer in water, I still had to have an away penalty compared to the water monsters who had home-court advantage.

He was almost caught even by officers who jumped into the tank.

Oh! So, did the officers learn this West Sea Dongjeong Jinkyung from the 100,000 people?

But there was no time to think deeply.

The voices of soldiers who were at a loss could be heard from above the manhole.

“Why isn’t Captain Choi coming out?”

“It’s been a while since I went in.”

“Did Sergeant Park go in too?”

“Huh? So there aren’t any officers?”