Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1932

Swaaaaaaash!

The grass that brushed against his toes was cut off as if by a razor blade.

The energy emanating from Hong Wang, who was at the front, was different from usual. Normally, no matter how urgent the situation, Hong Wang never lost his composure, but today, he seemed like a completely different person.

Was it because the head of their country was being targeted?

‘That can’t be it.’

Kang Jin-ho glanced at Hong Wang’s back and smirked.

Hong Wang was a person full of self-esteem, a veritable embodiment of confidence.

And as everyone, including Kang Jin-ho, would acknowledge, Hong Wang had every right to be. He was undoubtedly the best martial artist in the Central Plains and the ruler of the largest martial arts force in the Central Plains.

However…

Even if everyone else thought so, Hong Wang wouldn’t be able to accept that assessment at face value right now.

The series of defeats must have left deep scars on his pride.

Of course, he had won his one-on-one match against Shin Chang. But it was also true that he had been tricked by the enemy and brought the crisis upon himself. If Kang Jin-ho hadn’t arrived in time, Hong Wang wouldn’t be alive right now.

The more prideful a person is, the stricter they are with themselves.

Although he pretended to be fine on the outside, Hong Wang’s heart was surely boiling like lava.

That feeling was clearly evident in his strides.

Kang Jin-ho subtly raised his head and looked ahead. He could easily guess Hong Wang’s feelings, but right now, Kang Jin-ho didn’t have the luxury to pay attention to Hong Wang.

The smell of blood coming from ahead was getting stronger.

It was the moment they entered the field that followed the dense forest.

“This…”

“Damn bastards!”

Groans escaped from Wiggins and Bator’s mouths simultaneously.

Blood and corpses.

Things that martial artists were bound to be familiar with. But it was only natural that the feeling would change depending on the situation in which they encountered the same things.

No matter how accustomed they were to the battlefield, they couldn’t remain indifferent after witnessing nearly a thousand bodies that had been unilaterally massacred without even putting up a proper resistance.

“…Damn it.”

Even a groan leaked from Jang Min’s mouth.

They had committed murder countless times.

If there was such a place as hell, not a single one of them here would be able to escape it after death.

But even they were disgusted by this sight.

“Those dog-like bastards! They could have let the fleeing ones go!”

They weren’t martial artists.

Those who used firearms couldn’t inflict any damage on the Twelve Blades. Even a mosquito could pierce human skin, suck blood, and cause itching, but these people couldn’t pose even a mosquito’s worth of threat to them.

Was there any need to aim at their backs and use lethal force when they were fleeing in fear?

Crack.

Kang Jin-ho’s gaze turned to Hong Wang. His fist, which was running without slowing down, was clenched as if it would break.

“Calm down.”

“I know.”

A cold and detached voice returned.

Just by hearing his voice, one might think he was maintaining his composure, but in Kang Jin-ho’s opinion, the fact that Hong Wang’s voice sounded cold was not a good sign either.

“It’s that way!”

Hong Wang shouted decisively and ran forward.

The area around the villa’s garden was stained with blood.

The entire vast area, which should be called a forest rather than a garden, was as colorful as if it had been dyed with autumn leaves.

Hong Wang, who was about to run straight through the garden to the villa, suddenly stopped.

He stood still in his place and slowly turned his head to look to one side.

“There’s no use hiding. Come out.”

The others, who had stopped at once, looked at where Hong Wang’s gaze was directed.

The dense bushes seemed to sway slowly, and then a person slowly walked out from there.

In that instant, Hong Wang’s eyebrows twitched.

The appearance of the man who appeared was somehow familiar.

He had seen it once before…

“You…”

A black robe covering his entire body. And the body visible inside the robe was wrapped tightly in black bandages, leaving not a single spot uncovered.

It was definitely a sight he had seen before.

“No, no. You’re not the Black King.”

In the past, when Chang Wang and Kang Jin-ho had their final battle, the Black King who had intruded there had been wearing exactly that kind of outfit. But this guy wasn’t the Black King.

From his physique to the atmosphere he exuded, he didn’t match the Black King he had seen. Above all, he didn’t feel the overwhelming pressure that made one’s bones tingle just by looking at him.

“Who are you?”

The man wrapped in bandages tilted his head slightly to the side and looked at Hong Wang.

“You’re talking nonsense. I heard you weren’t a fool.”

Hong Wang’s eyes sank heavily.

“Of course, I am one of the Twelve Blades. A limb of that person.”

“You don’t think I asked that not knowing that, do you?”

“Still foolish.”

The corners of the man’s mouth, wrapped in bandages, twisted. Even if one didn’t have particularly good eyesight, it wouldn’t be difficult to understand that it was a sneer.

“Does it matter who I am? We’re going to fight and kill each other anyway.”

“If you need time to prepare yourself, I’ll answer. I am Black Dagger.”

Even though a name was spoken, Hong Wang’s eyes didn’t change.

“A name I’ve never heard of.”

“That’s right. Because it’s a name given to me by the Black King.”

“In the past, the world called me Blood King.”

“Blood King?”

Only then did Hong Wang’s eyes change.

He had definitely heard that name before.

“Blood King…”

Kang Jin-ho, who had been listening to the conversation silently, reacted to the name.

“If the guy who isn’t here right now heard that name, he would have been surprised. He would have known that your descendants are living in this world, so why didn’t he help them?”

“You are the Demon Lord.”

Black Dagger lightly extended both hands.

A clear expression of courtesy.

“It is an honor to meet you, ruler of demons. I, too, have set foot in the demonic path. There is no reason not to pay respect to the arrogant king at the highest point.”

“Descendants are just descendants. If I were to show my face to them now and tell them to follow me, I would only be treated like a madman. And above all…”

The Blood King chuckled softly.

“It doesn’t seem like we’re in a situation to leisurely ask about each other’s well-being. Aren’t you in a hurry?”

“No, no. Maybe it would be better for you if the head of state was killed. If that’s your intention, I’ll give you some time. So you can have an excuse. How about it?”

Hong Wang turned his head to look at Kang Jin-ho.

“Go first, Demon King.”

“This matter…”

“It’s a straight line once you go down anyway. There’s nothing to know or not know. It’s not like I know the terrain inside, and it’s not like I’m better at communicating.”

Kang Jin-ho nodded. Hong Wang’s words were correct.

“I’m not a fool either, at least…”

Hong Wang slightly turned his head to look at Kang Jin-ho and the executives standing behind him.

“It’s humiliating to say it myself, but I clearly understand that it’s better for you to go than for me to go. But Demon King.”

Hong Wang’s eyes flashed.

“Although he lives in another world, he is the head of this country. You must save him.”

“I’m not interested in that kind of thing.”

Kang Jin-ho took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He lightly flicked his finger to light it and slowly exhaled smoke.

“Whether the head of state lives or dies, it’s not something I care about, since I don’t even care about the president of my own country.”

Hong Wang frowned.

It wasn’t something someone who had rushed all the way here should say.

But Kang Jin-ho’s following words were enough to resolve his doubts.

“But if you want me to, I will.”

Hong Wang stared at Kang Jin-ho for a moment before chuckling.

“Okay. I’m counting on you.”

“Let’s go.”

Kang Jin-ho ran forward without any hesitation. Then, the executives who were following him also followed Kang Jin-ho without any hesitation.

The moment they almost reached the villa after quickly crossing the garden, Bator asked with a slightly worried face.

“Master, are you sure about this?”

“About what?”

“Hong Wang, I mean.”

He glanced back and then opened his mouth again.

“If that guy is really the legendary Blood King, then no matter how strong Hong Wang is…”

“Hmm, aren’t there two elders with him?”

Bator shook his head at Wiggins’ question.

“…You can say that because you don’t know who the Blood King is. Even if that guy is really the Blood King, and even if only half of the legends about him are true… the elders won’t be of any help.”

Wiggins turned his head with a renewed look and looked at Hong Wang, who was already far away, and the black monster in front of him.

“There’s no need to worry about it.”

“…Do you believe he’ll win?”

“I don’t know.”

Kang Jin-ho said indifferently.

“If he loses, that’s just how far it goes.”

“Should we go help him?”

Bator sighed.

Kang Jin-ho was right. Since Hong Wang had said with his own mouth that he would take care of it, this was Hong Wang’s business. Staying behind to help him out of concern would only be an insult to Hong Wang.

And as far as Bator knew, Hong Wang was not someone who should be insulted.

“Let’s focus on what we have to do.”

“Understood!”

A twisted smile bloomed on Kang Jin-ho’s face as he ran straight towards the villa.

‘Good.’

He didn’t know what was going on inside, but the aftereffects of the clashing energies could be felt even here. Every time the energy surged, his fingertips tingled.

“We’re going in at once.”

“Understood!”

The group, who had jumped into the villa like rays of light, moved forward without hesitation. The sight of corpses lying on the ground showed them the way they had gone. They went down to the lower floor and found a wide-open door. They threw themselves through the door without looking back.

And…

“Already?”

Red walls.

No, at first, the walls should have been called pure white. But now, the walls were dyed a deep red with the blood of those who had been killed.

And on the floor, the bodies of those who had been cut to pieces were scattered like toys.

“These bastards…”

Bator gritted his teeth.

He had seen it before, but their methods were too cruel. They deliberately killed even those they could easily kill in a gruesome way. Martial arts existed to take each other’s lives. That’s why there should be respect for life. Otherwise, one would become a demon mad with murder.

“Demon Lord, this is probably…”

“Ugh…”

Kang Jin-ho nodded slightly.

“Silver Threads.”

Jang Min said to Wiggins.

“Invisible threads thinner than hair will be aiming for your necks. Be prepared.”

“…Is that even possible?”

“It’s better to be careful. If you don’t prepare and get your neck cut off the moment you encounter them.”

“…Understood.”

Wiggins put up a shield around his body.

Kang Jin-ho, who had confirmed that, walked towards the stairs on the side with a calm look.

‘It’s thick.’