Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 234

The Three Kings' Disciple (235)

The Three Kings’ Disciple (235)

234

Krim Vladimir.

The Duke of the Empire, the Duke of Carnage, he opened his arms wide, exposing all of his defenses.

And he said,

“Devour me.”

Krim looked at Irohan with clear eyes.

“Successor of the Empire.”

Irohan stood before him.

His eyes began to emit an even deeper red light.

A red light that was deeper than Krim’s, deeper than Petus’s.

That light, which could be described as darkness, began to envelop Irohan’s body.

Trickle.

Tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

Yet, Irohan remained expressionless, as always.

Smirk.

Krim, watching this, smiled.

‘It was right.’

Seeing Irohan unleash his power properly for the first time, he was certain.

“What I wanted was….”

Born as a small human in a flask, he had to live as a hunting dog for a long time.

What he wanted most were two things.

“Liberation.”

To be liberated from an unwanted life, from the fate of being the Empire Emperor’s hunting dog.

And.

“Revenge.”

Those who created him.

To take revenge on the Empire and the Emperor.

Originally, he wouldn’t have dreamed of it.

Because Krim had never thought that the fate the Empire had given him was wrong.

Because that’s how he was made.

Everything was natural, he thought it was reality.

But.

“It was three thousand years.”

The separation of the world.

That was the beginning of everything.

The once intact continent began to break apart, becoming fragments that roamed the world.

There was still much debate about what criteria the world was divided by.

One thing was certain.

“It was only me.”

Before he knew it, Irohan was looking at Krim with blood-red tattoos etched on his body.

Blood-red wings were unfolding behind his back as he stood still, slowly approaching.

“Three thousand years. The time my world has wandered.”

Three thousand years of isolation.

“It was the first time. The influence of the Emperor’s Ring was broken.”

Smirk.

Krim said with a smile.

“It was the first time.”

Thwack!

The wings Irohan had spread turned into blades and began to pierce Krim’s body.

“I felt freedom.”

A world alone.

All that was given to Krim was his castle and himself.

No other life was given to him.

The first time he felt freedom.

Not knowing what to do, he spent that long time alone, curled up.

Then, he suddenly felt wronged.

“Why do I have to be like this?”

Krim says.

“Why do I have to be alone?”

Why couldn’t he enjoy what humans naturally could?

“I created.”

The Carnage Knights.

“I created.”

Rondo.

It might have been a wish that the Guardian Dragon wouldn’t have granted, but the blessing had already been given, and Krim had never used it.

Only the power was with Krim.

How to use it in an isolated world was Krim’s freedom.

While creating them, Krim thought and thought again.

-Liberation.

If the world were to be reunited again someday, I want to be free in it.

That’s why Krim’s power changed and was imbued in the things he created.

Rondo, he was the only success.

A being free from the Emperor’s Ring and not subordinate to him.

A free doll.

But that was not complete liberation either.

He also thought.

-Revenge.

Those who created him.

When he felt freedom, he wanted to be compensated for all the time he had spent.

That was also Rondo.

He was everything to him.

But.

“The world has opened again.”

Freedom ended in three thousand years.

“I had to become the Emperor’s slave again.”

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Before he knew it, Krim and Irohan were connected.

“Rondo alone is not enough. Let’s liberate those who are already under the influence of the Emperor’s Ring.”

That’s why.

-Petus.

He and the others were Krim’s test subjects and manifestations of his will.

In fact, Petus was somewhat removed from the Emperor’s Ring.

In a way, he could say that he was doing it for Petus and others.

In his mind, humans were beings oppressed like himself, and he believed that only he could liberate them.

But.

“You are wrong.”

Irohan said.

“You can’t fix that mistake, nor can you undo it.”

That’s the end.

“So you’re saying you’ll pay the price now.”

Krim laughs.

“Devour me. Successor.”

Krim’s eyes shine.

His bright smile.

Slowly, the two were enveloped in a blood-stained membrane.

“Liberate me. Successor.”

Krim had realized.

The liberation and revenge he wanted.

“Take revenge. Successor.”

The being who could achieve all of that was right in front of him.

“Whether it’s for me, or for anyone….”

The being in front of him.

Krim was certain that Irohan would walk that path.

The two slowly intertwined.

“I will.”

With Irohan’s words, the two worlds were cut off.

‘This power….’

Feeling the power enveloping him, Krim smiled faintly.

He knew what the base of his composition was.

He had taken the power of gluttony from one of the ancient races, or so he had heard.

They were beings that had been destroyed and disappeared, and his power was said to be a mixture of various things based on such beings.

But now.

“It’s warm.”

The power enveloping him felt like the origin.

It felt like his foundation.

That was.

‘Parents.’

For some reason, he thought it was like the warmth of parents.

And Krim’s consciousness was cut off.

* * *

Clang!

Metal clashes against metal.

Swoosh!

Metal tears through flesh.

It was the result of a battle that was not befitting of the Carnage Knights, who were the Seven Great Knights of the Great Church, and the Royal Knights.

“Kuh!”

Dodge, cut.

That was all.

It didn’t matter what kind of mystery was hidden within it, or what kind of energy was imbued in the sword.

“Maintain formation!”

Just fight and tear apart.

It was the most primal battle.

Clang!

And that was what war, what battle, had been until now.

Whoosh!

The Holy Knights’ aura blades of the Church were different from those of the Empire’s knights.

If the knights’ aura blades were blue flames, the Church’s were white holy flames.

Flames!

When the two flames collided.

Boom!

A huge explosion occurred.

“Hoo….”

“Are you alright, Commander?”

As Phile stepped back, Cainrich quickly approached and said.

He was also covered in wounds.

“Of course.”

Phile said, wiping her mouth.

“It’s been a while. This kind of battle.”

When was the last time?

Perhaps the last battlefield was the one with Eun.

It seemed like the last time was when they fought against the Shaolin monks and the beggars of the Beggars’ Sect.

It had been quite some time.

But Phile had not dulled.

“Indeed, the Carnage Knights.”

The Seven Great Knights of the Church, Batella, had never fought against the Royal Knights before.

Especially the Carnage Knights.

‘They don’t come out unless it’s a battlefield.’

Friendly matches were not for them.

Only battlefields of carnage where blood and flesh fly were their everything.

“The kids are being pushed back.”

Batella was being pushed back.

“…It’s not because the members are weak.”

Cainrich said, as if his pride was hurt.

“Who said that?”

Phile smiled.

The Holy Light Knight, Phile.

Her eyes narrowed.

Called Holy Light because she emits a brilliant light.

Called Mad Knight because she completely changes when she enters battle.

“It’s just that those things are strange.”

Phile’s sword moves.

Swoosh!

With a white light, she cuts through the air, and the flesh of the enemy.

And.

Ssssk!

The wounds of the fallen enemy knight were healing.

“We can’t even do that much.”

The life force and recovery of the Holy Knights were known to be unparalleled.

Because the white flame aura blades they emitted handled both destruction and life.

But the Carnage Knights were different.

It was as if they were not given life in the first place, they would only recover even if they were cut.

That was….

“You know what we have to do, right?”

It was something that the Batella Knights had also faced before.

The main body.

“These are dummies.”

The Royal Knights.

They were just dummies.

Just an illusion with a main body.

It was hard to believe, but.

Boom!

Considering the battle that was taking place in the sky above, it was not strange.

Therefore.

“We’ll hold out until the Duke of Carnage falls. Then we’ll win for sure.”

At Phile’s words, Cainrich nodded, but could not hide his uneasy expression.

“Shouldn’t we help?”

The ominous power emanating from the Duke of Carnage.

It was something that far exceeded the limits of humans.

That ominous thing.

It didn’t matter why the Duke of the Empire had such power.

The only thing that mattered now was that he was their enemy.

“Don’t worry.”

Phile says.

“We’ll win no matter what.”

Cainrich and his group had not spent much time with Irohan.

There were many times when they were absent for other missions during important moments.

But she was different.

Who he was, what he was, and….

‘What he can do.’

She knew.

“So hold on.”

Clang!

The battle started again.

The change came in an instant.

The Carnage Knights, who had stood again even when cut or torn, like an immortal army.

Wobble.

They began to collapse.

“What the… ?”

Their wounds no longer healed, and the blue flames that had risen above their swords were shaking.

Was their mana depleted?

No.

Boom!

That was it.

Swoosh.

Phile looks up at the sky.

“What did I say?”

She smiles and swings her sword.

A member of the Carnage Knights who had rushed at her lost an arm and staggered.

Following behind, Cainrich and Goliath finished him off and stood behind Phile.

“I told you. We won’t lose.”

The Duke of Carnage, with his arms wide open.

It was a clear expression of surrender.

Irohan, standing in front of him, was approaching Krim with the face of a ruler.

And.

Whoosh!

A massive energy began to emanate from the two of them.

A red sphere.

Krim and Irohan were mixed into it and disappeared.

Trickle.

The Carnage Knights who had been fighting Batella melted into a puddle of sludge and scattered on the floor.

Slowly, Batella retreated, not letting their guard down.

They too were looking up at the sky.

The reason they had to face the Duke.

The person their commander, Phile, believed in.

Was he really special….

“……!”

Phile’s eyes widened as if they would tear.

“Th, this is….”

Cainrich was the same.

The Batella Knights too.

“Good heavens.”

They were looking at the place in shock.

That red sphere.

What was felt from that ominous place was.

Whoosh!

A great divinity.

The Holy Knights of the Church go through a long training period and prove their final qualifications to receive the blessing and protection of Seran.

Only then are they recognized as true Holy Knights, and their presence as Holy Knights is established.

In other words.

-All Holy Knights of the Church have felt the divinity of Seran.

And now.

Whoosh!

What was emanating from that red sphere was the divinity of their god, Seran.

“Good heavens! What is happening!”

Cainrich asked Phile in shock, but.

“I don’t know either….”

Phile was also shocked.

Disciple of the Three Kings [EN]

Disciple of the Three Kings [EN]

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[English Translation] In a world where players strive to become High Rankers, one individual finds himself on the brink of achieving this coveted status. Just as emptiness threatens to consume him, an unexpected system message offers a perilous choice: "[You have been chosen as the Vessel of Chaos. Do you accept? Warning: Depending on your choice, the world may face destruction.]" Driven by the lingering embers of vengeance, he accepts, only to awaken in the presence of three legendary figures:
  • The Martial King: Master of the Demonic Sect.
  • The Sword King: Sole ruler of Einhart.
  • The Demon King: The God-Slayer who usurped a deity's divinity.
These Three Kings, sovereigns of invaded worlds, now stand before him. As their disciple, he embarks on a journey that intertwines destiny, power, and the looming threat of chaos. Will he harness the chaos within or succumb to the destruction prophesied? Dive into the epic tale of "Disciple of the Three Kings" to uncover the fate that awaits.

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