Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 35

The Three Kings’ Disciple (36)

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Woong!

The closed training ground was filled with a red light.

It was the result of Bondenno activating the crimson magic circle that Lee Ro-woon possessed.

‘Ah… ah….’

Bondenno’s eyes became hazy, as if possessed by something.

He was a mad magic scholar obsessed with magic circles.

Armo was a faction where such mad magic scholars had been the masters for generations.

They were already mages with an extraordinary obsession with knowledge, but the modifier ‘mad’ was attached to them.

That was how obsessed and studious the mages of Armo were about magic circles.

‘This is… insane….’

That was why Bondenno could roughly guess what this was.

It took the form of a magic circle, but it was not a magic circle.

‘A formation?’

He had studied the Silver Formation a little, so he had a sense of it.

However, what he felt fundamentally was completely different.

‘A divine magic circle.’

A divine magic circle.

It was a special magic circle used by the Tri-Religionists of Einheart.

A magic circle is originally about creating an axis for a purpose, engraving formulas, and giving language and form to draw power.

The divine magic circle was similar in form.

However, theirs was more similar to the contract magic circles used by the demons of Gehenna.

Incomprehensible and impossible to create.

An imprint that one must be born with.

Also, the Tri-Religionists say.

‘It is God’s grace and favor.’

A divine word.

But, but.

‘Ah….’

Is the form of a divine magic circle visible in that ominous and bizarre magic circle?

It was impossible to understand.

Knowing that he was a player, Lee Ro-woon, made it even more incomprehensible.

‘Aaaah…!’

The focus in Bondenno’s eyes disappeared.

It was the reverberation of vaguely sensing something in an incomprehensible and distant realm.

The magic circle that filled the training ground gradually began to shrink.

Not fading, but compressing.

The complex magic circle reduced its size and moved towards the center.

The crimson magic circle that had been shining from all directions now enveloped Lee Ro-woon, who was sitting cross-legged.

‘Haa….’

Red smoke flowed from Lee Ro-woon’s mouth as he sat.

The shrunken magic circle had become even smaller and covered Lee Ro-woon’s entire body.

Crack.

That was how the change began.

* * *

The Blood Demon Divine Art was the first teaching of the masters and the first cog to become a vessel of chaos.

Internal contemplation.

To reorganize and make the things inside the body, made of flesh, able to endure.

However, the Blood Demon Divine Art newly created by Master Muwang was so bizarre and difficult that it broke through its limits.

Originally, for something to be called internal, it must have an exterior.

However, the new Blood Demon Divine Art was a process of creating an interior that the human body could not contain.

A small glass bottle cannot be filled with water beyond its capacity.

The Blood Demon Divine Art accomplished such impossibility and incomprehensibility.

Therefore, there are side effects.

‘It is precarious, not knowing when it will break.’

Using martial arts was unthinkable.

Even excessive movement had to be restrained.

The accumulated interior, which had exceeded its limits, could not be allowed to burst the outer shell of the body.

The new Heavenly Demon Divine Art was devised to erase that side effect.

‘The body can also be made that way.’

If the size of the glass bottle is small, it can be made bigger.

No, it’s not like that.

‘A body that will not break no matter how much excessive capacity comes in.’

It is a martial art for such an impossibility.

Crack!

Originally, Lee Ro-woon’s plan was to immediately practice the Heavenly Demon Divine Art after completing the Blood Demon Divine Art.

However, there was a change in the plan.

‘Heavenly Demon Energy.’

The Heavenly Demon Divine Art requires an assistant.

With the Heavenly Demon Energy, the power possessed by the followers of the Heavenly Demon Sect, it had to be hammered like refining steel.

That was why Lee Ro-woon sought out the Demonic Cult from the beginning.

If he sought out the Blood Cult, he would be subjugated to the Blood Demon Divine Art.

If it was the Heavenly Demon Sect, he was thinking of revealing that he was the Heavenly Demon or using force to make them help.

-The Heavenly Demon Sect….

However, there was a problem.

-It has been too long since we interacted with them. No, it can’t even be called interaction. It’s more like hostility.

That was what Kang Han-cheol said.

-I always thought so because I was always paying attention to them.

The Heavenly Demon Sect was destroyed.

He had been wary of them, fearing conflict with the Heavenly Demon Sect, their most powerful enemy, but in one corner of his mind, he thought they might have been destroyed and disappeared.

However, Blood Hand Baek proved that the Heavenly Demon Sect was still alive.

-We can’t find the Heavenly Demon Sect either. At least, there is no one who trades with the Black Lion while revealing their identity.

The Black Lion King was the same.

-No, they couldn’t have hidden their identity, so it is clear that they were destroyed or at least not active.

So he sought out Bondenno.

He needed a second option.

A way to create the Heavenly Demon Energy, which he could not create now, and hammer his body.

Whoosh!

It was this magic circle.

‘Kkeuak… Kkuaaaak!’

A method that Lee Ro-woon twisted and created, not the prescribed method.

‘Keuaaaak!’

A method whose effects could not be confirmed as it was a path not taken.

‘Keok, keoeok…. Keok!’

The side effects were more than he had imagined.

‘I, I’ll stop!’

Bondenno was about to shout to stop the magic power he was supplying.

‘Don’t stop!’

Lee Ro-woon shouted, shedding tears of blood.

‘Keep… keep going.’

‘But…!’

‘Even if… it looks like I’m going to die, don’t stop…!’

The collapse of the body had already begun.

Rather, if the magic circle was stopped now, the body would completely collapse.

Pshik.

Thinking that, he laughed even in the pain.

‘An obsession with life.’

He thought it was an emotion he would never have again.

Or was it not?

‘Is it a desire for death?’

In the pain of being torn and crushed all over his body, Lee Ro-woon had idle thoughts in his head.

His consciousness was fading.

‘Well, I thought it was okay to give up at any time.’

A world that wanted destruction anyway.

If the world was destroyed by his death, it would only be receiving the result it was supposed to receive.

‘The Blood Cult, nothing has much meaning to me.’

Anyway, it was for the masters….

‘Keuk, keueueuk….’

The masters.

The people who had played the role of parents he never had.

Sometimes they existed as brothers and sisters.

When the wounds of betrayal had not healed, they did not tell him to believe but gave him a place to belong.

‘Kill me.’

When he thought everything was useless.

‘No.’

They shared his pain and threw themselves into greater pain.

‘Let’s eat.’

Once again.

‘Did you sleep well?’

He wanted to feel it once again.

‘Lee Ro-woon-!’

The light of the magic circle went out.

Thud.

Lee Ro-woon, who was in the center, collapsed.

* * *

‘Blood Sword Captain.’

‘Yes, Cult Leader.’

Jung Chi-soo answered quietly to Kang Han-cheol’s words.

‘No, Chi-soo.’

Jung Chi-soo’s eyes trembled at Kang Han-cheol’s next words.

The two were standing in the Blood Demon Palace, looking down at Blood King Castle.

‘It’s good.’

Jung Chi-soo, he was originally a kid who was dying in the outskirts of Blood King Castle.

However, Kang Han-cheol found him and, knowing that he had martial talent, called him to the Blood Demon Palace.

If Kang Han-cheol had not saved him then, Jung Chi-soo would have died.

‘Are you still feeling guilty?’

Jung Chi-soo bit his lip at Kang Han-cheol’s words.

‘It was your job to do.’

On the day of the Blood Demon’s Advent.

As the Blood Sword Captain protecting the Blood Demon, Jung Chi-soo pointed his sword at Kang Han-cheol and the others.

Protecting the Blood Demon was his duty, so he thought it was natural, but in one corner of his heart, there was guilt.

‘Don’t worry about it. You were able to become the Blood Sword Captain because you are the one who could do that.’

‘I….’

Jung Chi-soo answered in a small voice, as if he had made up his mind.

‘Even if something like that happens again, it will be the same.’

‘…….’

‘If the Cult Leader rebels against the Blood Demon, I will not hesitate to cut off the Cult Leader’s head.’

Kang Han-cheol looked at Jung Chi-soo.

‘So, I don’t feel guilty.’

‘……It would be good if you felt a little guilty.’

‘Yes?’

‘No.’

Kang Han-cheol shook his head and said with a small smile.

‘You’re saying that because it won’t happen.’

Only then did Jung Chi-soo nod his head again, looking at Blood King Castle.

Except for the Blood Demon Palace, Blood King Castle, which always seemed to be dying, had no vitality.

Jung Chi-soo had grown up there, so he felt it even more deeply.

‘Change.’

The changes that had occurred in this short period of time had changed everything.

‘It is the grace bestowed by the Blood Demon. How can I betray that person? If that person tells me to die, I will die, and if that person tells me to live, I will live.’

It was not by law.

A sincere feeling that came from deep within the heart.

This could also be due to the blood subjugation, but Kang Han-cheol could say it was not.

Those who were dying and withering away were living with smiles.

In Eun, the Blood Cult is said to be a group of heartless demons, but how can the world be like that?

It is a place where people live.

A cult is also just a group.

It is made up of people.

‘I am the same.’

Jung Chi-soo nodded his head.

‘By the way, I don’t think there will be anything more to be surprised about now.’

The Blood Demon God, whom he had been waiting for so long, had arrived, and Blood King Castle, which had been withering away, was regaining its glory.

Moreover, the dungeon called Armo had been incorporated into the world.

‘I have never seen or heard of it.’

Even Kang Han-cheol, who had been active outside the world, had never even heard of it.

A mage.

‘Haha. Wouldn’t it be possible for demons to live together as well?’

Although there was no possibility of that.

‘But I don’t think I’ll be surprised.’

Jung Chi-soo said.

‘You were very surprised for someone who said that.’

He seemed to be recalling Jung Chi-soo’s expression when he rushed to protect the Blood Demon as Armo moved.

‘The Cult Leader was also very surprised.’

‘So, I’m saying I won’t be surprised anymore….’

The reason why they could talk so leisurely.

Unlike when they had to struggle to survive, they had regained a little bit of leeway.

That was when it happened.

Kwaaaang!

At the sound of the explosion, Kang Han-cheol and Jung Chi-soo urgently kicked off the ground.

It was a reaction that could be said to be instantaneous.

‘It’s the closed training ground!’

Kang Han-cheol shouted.

‘It’s where the Blood Demon is!’

The place where the Blood Demon was.

The two, with flames burning in their eyes, were quickly heading towards the closed training ground.

‘What’s going on!’

Do Mu-seong and Han Do-baek, who were elders who had survived the day of the Blood Demon’s Advent, also arrived quickly after hearing the commotion.

The signs of mages moving were also felt from afar, but there was no time to wait for them.

‘Why….’

Do Mu-seong said with a distorted face.

The explosion in the closed training ground would have been natural to rush to, but he would not have been this surprised.

Because if it was the Blood Demon’s training, even the most strongly built training ground might not be able to withstand it.

However, the reason why the people of the Blood Cult had rushed so quickly was different.

‘Why do I feel the Heavenly Demon Energy!’

The energy exploding from the closed training ground was the Heavenly Demon Energy, which could not be felt in the Blood Cult.

Kwang!

Kang Han-cheol did not hesitate and used the Yama King Fist to clear away the debris at the entrance of the destroyed closed training ground.

Fass.

Dust rose.

Chae chae chaeng!

As the entrance was cleared, the Heavenly Demon Energy, which had become even more intense, seemed to choke them.

‘Blood Demon!’

Jung Chi-soo entered without looking back.

Kang Han-cheol, Do Mu-seong, and Han Do-baek followed behind him.

They pulled out all their energy and looked at the center of the collapsed closed training ground.

Sway.

At that moment, their vision swayed.

In the pitch-black darkness, in the center where nothing could be seen.

Thud.

Someone was walking out.

The only thing visible was the light from the red eyes.

Thud.

As he walked out, Han Do-baek almost stepped back.

‘Who are you!’

However, he barely calmed himself and walked forward.

‘If even a single scratch has been made on the Blood Demon….’

Kang Han-cheol shouted, taking the lead.

‘I will grind you to the bone and drink you.’

A low but chilling warning.

They were tense and ready to jump at the monster at any moment.

‘Finding the Blood Demon is the priority.’

They could not move because of the Blood Demon’s safety.

Thud.

The monster took another step.

He was already close, but his form was like a swaying black ghost.

Slowly, his form was revealed.

Brightly shining red eyes, dark black hair.

‘Hmm…?’

‘Why are you all so surprised and running over here?’

The monster reached out and grabbed something, and with a ‘paat’ sound, the Heavenly Demon Energy that had been filling the area disappeared.

‘B, Blood Demon?’

‘How…?’

‘Didn’t I say it?’

Lee Ro-woon, he said, sweeping back his long, ebony-like hair.

‘I’m the Heavenly Demon. And the Blood Demon too.’