Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 232

The Three Kings’ Disciple (233)

232

“Why….”

Krim’s eyes trembled violently.

“Why…!”

He cried out hollowly.

He had fallen and was standing on the spire of Petus Castle.

In contrast.

Swoosh.

The other was floating in the sky, looking down at him.

That.

Tingle.

Was stimulating something near his heart.

-You are a doll.

He had spent hundreds of years, more than that, trying to escape.

-You are a doll created for the Empire.

An inescapable memory.

-You are a doll created for the Emperor.

The Emperor.

The master of the Empire, a being that symbolized the Empire itself.

It was as if he was seeing him.

‘It’s a fake.’

He knew that the other was not the real Emperor.

The power of the Emperor’s Ring was real, but that didn’t mean he was the Emperor ruling the current Damian Empire.

He was a fake.

Even so.

“Why are you looking down at me with those eyes!”

He felt an irresistible sense of oppression.

Kwaaang!

The energy exploding around Krim created a blast.

Kwakwakwa!

That energy turned into hundreds of swords and shot towards Irohan.

It was natural to think they would pierce Irohan, but.

Wooong!

The swords Krim created merely stopped in front of Irohan, floating in the air.

“The fact that they took the form of swords.”

Irohan’s voice, heard from afar, was as clear as a whisper in his ear.

“Cannot harm me.”

“……!”

“I’ll return them.”

The swords turned their heads.

Just as Krim realized something was wrong and was about to kick off the spire.

Pupupupupuk!

Hundreds of swords pierced his entire body.

They were swords that had originated from his own energy.

But they were trying to harm him, beyond his control.

Trickle.

Blood and flesh.

“Huk!”

Krim reappeared.

In the sky, Irohan was standing in the same spot.

Shudder, shudder.

The trembling of his body gradually worsened.

Every time Irohan’s attack hit him, Irohan’s will settled within him.

And.

‘It’s getting stronger.’

His control was getting stronger.

Then, Krim, who was about to prepare for the next attack, stopped.

Only then did he realize.

“……This is absurd….”

He had thought he was just feeling oppressed by the power of the Emperor’s Ring, the power of domination that Irohan possessed.

However.

Flicker.

The moment he saw those eyes, dyed blood-red, he could realize it.

He was using his circle to find the wavelength of the Emperor’s Ring, but.

“He’s not using it… ?”

He wasn’t trying to dominate him.

In other words, the oppression and fear he was feeling were not from the power of the Emperor’s Ring.

“No way!”

He was just being overwhelmed by the existence of Irohan.

He, who had lived for thousands, tens of thousands of years, and had spilled tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of lives.

“I’m being overwhelmed?”

He was being overwhelmed by the presence Irohan was emitting.

Existence is life.

What an existence has accumulated.

What it has dominated.

‘What it has devoured.’

That is existence.

That was why Krim had rarely been overwhelmed by any existence.

Except for a few times in his long life, he had obeyed, but never been overwhelmed.

That.

“You….”

He was feeling it now.

“What are you….”

Krim, who had never been overwhelmed even by the Guardian Dragons.

He looked at Irohan, trembling with fear, and spoke.

“What… the hell are you….”

His eyes became hazy.

Irohan’s voice reached him.

“The master of the world.”

That was Irohan.

* * *

“Cough!”

“Kuh.”

Petus and Hamaye were pushed back, groaning.

They knew it.

The Duke of Carnage was a monster beyond human comprehension.

They also knew.

“The Knight Commander of… Carnage.”

Rondo.

A special being not even given a title.

He, the commander of the knights that the Duke of Carnage was proud of, was also a monster.

Thud.

Rondo showed no change in expression during battle.

He just walked silently.

Swaaek!

And swung silently.

That was.

Kakang!

Too threatening.

“My Lord!”

Hamaye ran towards Petus.

Rondo’s sword strike was aimed at Petus.

However.

“Hamaye!”

Petus moved his sword towards Hamaye.

Rondo’s sword strike.

Swoosh!

Was also heading towards him.

“Cough!”

Unlike Petus, who barely managed to twist his body to avoid it, Hamaye could not avoid it and had to expose his chest.

Blood flowed down, it should have been stopped by the power of the new circle, but.

Trickle.

The blood did not stop.

Swaaek!

Rondo’s sword did not stop.

It was swung, and swung again.

Kakang!

Petus, with Hamaye behind him, blocked his sword strike and reached out his hand.

The 6th Circle’s Breath of Flame.

The flames that poured from all directions devoured Rondo, even taking away his vision.

Pook!

Petus’s sword pierced through Rondo’s belly.

“…….”

Petus, who had lowered his stance to stab, felt a gaze looking down at him.

Rondo.

A doll that felt no emotion or pain.

That.

Kwaaaang!

In that state, he moved his sword and struck Petus away.

“M…My Lord!”

Hamaye shouted towards Petus, holding back the gushing blood.

Where he stopped after breaking through several walls of the Petus County Castle.

Smeared, smeared.

Red mana began to pour out.

It was sticky and thick.

Kwaaaaaaa!

It was a power that was no different from Petus’s curse.

The incomplete power that Krim had thrown to him as a favor for losing his entire family.

But that power, which had become closer to completion after meeting Irohan, had finally finished its warm-up and revealed itself.

-Mana Essence.

The essence that the demons of Gehenna possessed.

And the only circle that symbolized and characterized the power of a demon.

-It is the Circle of Blood.

Irohan had told him it was the Circle of Blood.

Swaaaaaa!

The blood, pouring like a waterfall, poured from Petus onto Rondo.

Pook!

Petus, who had appeared from within the waterfall, pierced Rondo’s shoulder.

Swaaek!

Rondo tried to strike Petus, but.

Swaaaaa!

Petus hid himself in the blood again and stabbed with his sword.

Pook!

Rondo’s neck was pierced.

This time, even the worst doll paused for a moment, but.

Clench.

With that expressionless face, he grabbed Petus’s sword.

Fixing it so it couldn’t move, Rondo moved the sword.

Petus had to abandon his sword.

Ssaaaa!

Petus, who had submerged in the blood again, disappeared.

Rondo, with the hand that had grabbed Petus, pulled out the sword and held it in both hands.

“Hell Flame.”

The hellfire of the underworld.

It was formed in Petus’s hands, which had reappeared.

From the beginning, this was what Petus had aimed for.

To draw Rondo’s attention with the sword, and to cast the 8th Circle magic.

And so.

Whirrrrrrrrr!

To burn this immortal doll to ashes.

That was what Petus had aimed for from the start.

“Kuh….”

Petus, who had squeezed the rotation of his circle, staggered back.

Whirrrrrrrrr!

The pillar of fire centered on Rondo rose high, as if it would burn everything in the Petus County Castle.

Rondo flickered and moved within it.

Fasut, fasut.

He, who was burning in the hellfire, began to stutter like a doll with a broken string.

“Rondo….”

Petus called his name.

The unforgivable sinner who had taken everything from him, the Duke of Carnage.

He still remembered those eyes.

Eyes that seemed to be enjoying it, but had no emotion.

It would have been a little different if he had enjoyed the carnage itself.

But he had eyes that felt nothing.

Even as he cut down his family, his servants, his knights, and his people.

“Rooondo-!”

He had no emotion at all.

That was resentful.

That was infuriating.

Revenge.

He had to live for that.

Then.

Pook!

Petus County looked down at his chest with an unbelievable face.

Near his heart.

“…….”

Rondo’s sword was pierced there.

His arm, half-burned, with its white bones exposed, moved like a skeleton’s, and stabbed with the sword.

Ssaaaa!

Petus’s whole body was stained with blood.

At that moment, Petus disappeared again.

“Cough!”

He coughed up what was not enough to be called a mouthful of blood.

“My Lord…!”

Hamaye quickly supported him.

Thud, thud.

Rondo was moving.

Even though the 8th Circle Hell Flame was burning his entire body, he was moving as if nothing was wrong.

It was the same as the Duke of Carnage.

Monsters.

Something inhuman.

“My Lord…!”

“Hamaye!”

Petus shouted as if it was unfair.

“Is it… really impossible?”

He had given everything for revenge.

He had struggled for revenge.

Yet, he could not reach it.

Kwakwakwang!

The Duke of Carnage and Irohan could be seen above the broken spire.

Irohan was looking down at the Duke of Carnage.

The Duke of Carnage was looking up at Irohan, screaming.

It was the sight he had wanted to see.

However.

“Hamaye!”

That was not all.

“Am I… really not allowed to do it!”

This was his revenge.

Not a revenge he wanted to do with someone else’s help.

The target of that revenge was the Duke of Carnage.

But.

-Please take care of the Duke of Carnage.

Petus had entrusted him to Irohan.

-I know that I am no match for him. Although this power has escaped incompleteness, it is not complete. I will not be able to reach him with this.

Tears of blood flowed from Petus’s eyes.

-I will entrust him to you.

He entrusted him to Irohan because he could not reach the Duke of Carnage.

It was his revenge, but he entrusted it to him.

But that was not all.

From the beginning.

-I do not want the Duke of Carnage.

He would take revenge on the Duke of Carnage, but he did not want to kill him.

Before meeting Irohan, he knew that it was impossible to even bring death to the Duke of Carnage.

That’s why….

That’s why!

-I will take everything from him.

Just as he had done to him, he would take away what he cherished.

What would be precious to the Duke of Carnage, whose entire life was stained with blood and flesh?

His clan?

His servants?

His family?

His people?

His territory?

None of that.

-What is precious to him….

None of that would be able to draw out the Duke of Carnage’s desperation.

But there was one way.

There was a way to break his heart.

-Rondo.

His masterpiece.

That was the only goal.

That was why he had entrusted the Duke of Carnage to Irohan, and Petus had faced Rondo with Hamaye.

Even so.

“Am I not able to reach the Duke of Carnage… or even his doll!”

Thud.

Rondo was walking.

A doll that would not break.

A monster that would not die.

The despair that even his last revenge could not be done by his own hands.

It was then.

“My Lord.”

Hamaye’s voice was heard.

“My life is yours, my Lord.”

Pook!

The sound of flesh tearing echoed.

“My Lord’s revenge is my revenge.”

Hamaye, the knight commander and Petus’s knight.

“The way of a knight is to live by the will of his lord, and to die by the will of his lord.”

“Hama…ye?”

Hamaye was piercing his chest with the sword that should have been used to cut down the enemy.

The circle.

Kwaaaaaaa!

It shattered, and a massive amount of mana began to flow out.

“Eat me. And….”

Hamaye smiled.

“Complete yourself and complete your revenge.”

The knight, Hamaye.

That was his will.