Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 235

The red sphere was like a stomach.

As if red blood was flowing down, melting everything inside and using it as nourishment, the existence of Krim Vladimir was melting away like that.

A red eye flickered within.

Irohan was the owner of the nourishment that had melted away.

What flowed down and melted Krim Vladimir was flowing back up through Irohan’s feet.

-Aaaaaaah!

Screams could be heard from within.

-Save me….

Sounds of begging for life could be heard.

-It hurts! It hurts!

Screams could be heard.

Those were.

Saaa!

The vengeful spirits that Krim had devoured.

One, two.

Ten, a hundred.

A thousand, ten thousand, a million, ten million.

-Aaaaaaaaaaah!

It was an amount that could never be devoured alone, yet Krim had devoured countless people over those long years.

The result of killing and being killed.

The result of slaughter.

Thud.

Krim was breaking down and melting away.

He could no longer maintain his core consciousness.

Everything was melting and scattering.

Everything that had been confined within that small body was flowing out.

The sphere of blood was soon filled with black sludge.

Irohan’s eyes flickered within it as he moved his mouth.

‘To your heart’s content.’

All of them were shouting.

‘Shout to your heart’s content.’

He would accept them.

‘Scream to your heart’s content.’

He would accept all of it.

These were the vengeful spirits that had not been digested.

Krim’s circle of predation was the ability to devour without limit.

Even in silver, he could eat hundreds or thousands of evil spirit masses without his body exploding.

However, that was different from digesting all of it.

-Aaaaaaah!

A grown adult weighing hundreds of kilos does not exert the power of hundreds of kilos.

Unless those hundreds of kilos were all made of muscle, humans could never do that.

The same goes for existence.

The total amount that can be contained may be more than expected, but the limit of existence is clear when it comes to digesting and absorbing it.

A created human.

Even if he was a homunculus, Krim could not digest them.

Those were thousands of vengeful spirits.

-Aaaaaaaaaaah!

To your heart’s content.

Shout, scream, and vomit to your heart’s content.

“You are….”

Within the blood-colored sphere, within the black sludge, Irohan spoke.

“You will be my people that I must succeed.”

The Sword King Master’s empire.

They were the lives born and lived within it.

-An emperor governs the empire.

The Sword King Master was silent, but he was strict only when talking about the empire.

-An emperor.

He also warned.

-Is responsible for the empire. That is an emperor.

Do not forget.

-You will have the empire. Even if you do not want it.

If he were to win against chaos, if given the chance, the empire would be his.

It was an inescapable fate.

Even if he were to just return and spend the rest of his life in the volcanic corpse disposal site, it was an unchanging fate.

The price for meeting the masters as masters.

The price for sharing affection with them.

The price for receiving so much from them.

-That is your price.

His own price.

Irohan was willing to endure it all.

-Aaaaaaaaaaah!

These screams, these cries, these vengeful spirits were such a price.

Right now, Irohan was not absorbing Krim.

He was absorbing the oldest duke of the empire.

He was absorbing the empire that he had devoured, the history of the empire.

-Aaaaaa….

The screams subsided.

All Irohan had done was listen to their screams without ignoring them.

He had simply allowed them to scream.

-Aaaaa….

That was enough.

“I am.”

Irohan said.

“Your emperor.”

By now, Irohan was completely submerged in the black sludge, and his figure could not even be seen.

The blood-colored sphere that had enveloped Irohan and Krim was gradually shrinking.

It erased Krim’s form and the vengeful spirits.

Soon.

Squish.

What enveloped Irohan was a black, dark red armor.

‘We will meet again.’

Irohan thought.

‘You might already be here.’

It was a voice to the Sword King Master, Sieghardt von Demian.

‘At that time, I will show you.’

That he had inherited everything from him.

That he would not give it up, nor would he ignore it.

As you wished.

Crack!

He would become the emperor.

Crack!

The black armor split open.

“Now….”

Irohan, who had revealed himself from within, smiled slightly, as if relieved, and said.

“It’s boring.”

It was another rebirth.

And.

-Completion.

It was also the moment when the ring of the emperor was completed, having devoured the history of the empire.

* * *

The Count Petus territory was sealed off and isolated.

It was an order given by Krim when he came to the Count Petus territory, the price for touching the core of the Count Petus territory, and also the wish of Count Petus.

Whoosh.

In the empty field.

Irohan, holding a large greatsword, was just standing still.

Thud.

Sweat dripped down his face.

He was not swinging his sword, moving his circle, or moving his inner energy.

Thud, thud.

He was just standing there.

“How many days has it been?”

Phile said, watching him with his arms crossed.

“It’s been 14 days.”

Cainrich replied.

Today marked two weeks since Irohan had been standing like that after the battle with Krim.

After shedding his shell, Irohan ignored everyone who approached him and stood there in that state.

His exposed muscles repeatedly swelled and contracted.

He was not moving any energy, but.

Whoosh!

The energy of all things in the world flowed into him and out again.

He had seen something similar before.

-Body Change.

When knights become grand masters or mages become sages, their bodies undergo evolution.

Transcending the limits of humans and becoming true superhumans.

That is called a body change.

-Baptism.

The people of the Church call it baptism.

Being allowed to evolve under the blessing of God.

It speaks of being born anew.

However.

“I don’t even know if that’s a baptism.”

Cainrich shook his head.

Many of the Batella Knights had experienced body changes.

But it was not like Irohan’s.

That was like.

“…….”

Something beyond that.

Something that should not be spoken of.

“…….”

An untouchable realm, Irohan was stepping into it.

Or perhaps.

‘Maybe he was originally there.’

The things Irohan had shown.

It was not like pioneering a new realm, but.

“A journey to regain what was lost….”

It was like that.

“Captain.”

Cainrich called out to Phile.

“Don’t say anything.”

Phile warned Cainrich.

“Don’t say anything more yet.”

Phile was already wavering.

Cainrich and the Batella Knights, even Goliath, seemed to have questions, but she was sure that none of them were as curious as she was.

A question that surged from the depths of her heart.

‘That day.’

The day Irohan was engulfed in the blood-colored sphere.

The day that infamous duke of slaughter disappeared.

And.

‘Now.’

She was full of questions about Irohan.

However, it was a problem that should not be brought up or even thought about yet.

“How much longer do you think he’ll be like that?”

Cainrich asked.

He asked Phile, who was the highest in rank.

However.

“I don’t know.”

Phile could not answer.

In the past and now, Irohan was in a place so high that she could not imagine.

‘The Duke of Slaughter.’

The Duke of Slaughter that Irohan had dealt with as easily as a baby.

Could she really do what Irohan did?

The answer was too easy.

‘No.’

It was absolutely impossible.

Her and Krim’s win rate was probably equal.

No, the Duke of Slaughter’s side would have been a little higher.

Irohan was the one who treated such a person like a child.

Now.

‘It’s hard just to watch.’

He was in a place too high.

Clench.

The place she wanted to stand was not behind him.

Beside him.

She wanted to be equal to him.

Could she do that?

She had confidence in the past, but not anymore.

“Hoo.”

After watching Irohan like that for several days.

Finally, Irohan slowly lowered his sword.

It was about a month since he had been standing there with his sword, not eating or moving.

* * *

[Five hours remain until the temporary independence of the Count Petus territory is lifted.]

Irohan dismissed the blue window that appeared before his eyes.

It was Irohan who had touched the core of the Count Petus territory to catch the Duke of Slaughter.

He slowly lowered his sword.

Thud!

The last drops of sweat fell, and Irohan’s eyes began to glow with an even deeper red light.

His sword also.

Whoosh.

It seemed to be crying.

It was finally over.

‘The ring of the emperor.’

The mark placed in his heart.

It was the mark and proof that he was the Sword King Master’s disciple.

That was finally.

‘The seven rings have been completed.’

The seven rings.

It was the number of completion.

Although detailed adjustments were still needed, the overall completion was done.

The rest would be completed naturally over time.

Even that time.

‘There isn’t much left.’

Now, he had finished reviewing the teachings of his two masters.

Step, step.

Footsteps could be heard.

One by one, shadows fell into the ruins.

“Congratulations.”

Phile’s congratulatory greeting.

The Batella’s congratulatory greeting.

“Congratulations.”

It was Petus’s congratulatory greeting.

Unlike the grand Phile’s side, there was no one beside Petus.

The Red Bat Knights, and the people who filled his territory.

They were.

“…….”

They were all beings that originated from him.

When the Duke of Slaughter, Krim Vladimir, came to the Petus territory, Krim did what he did best.

Slaughter and massacre.

That day, Petus lost everything.

-I will give it to you.

The power he had gained in return.

What Petus had gained was the power that was the origin of Krim’s circle of gluttony and.

‘The power that guy used to create his knights.’

Those were the two things.

Petus had adapted to the newly received power and unconsciously created what he had lost.

Since Petus’s life and soul were divided, he was not complete.

‘Now that I have regained everything.’

He was complete.

Ironically, he had lost everything again.

“Do you regret it?”

To Irohan’s question.

“I do not.”

Petus replied.

At the same time, he placed his hand on his heart.

On the day Krim committed the massacre, what was conveyed to him was Krim’s power and the lives to maintain it.

“I know they are with me.”

Hamaya said.

“I have also taken my revenge.”

He had achieved what he wanted with Irohan’s help.

That was enough.

“I know it’s not the end.”

However, his revenge was not over.

Not just Krim.

“I will follow you.”

The ones who created Krim and released him into the world.

Petus’s revenge would only end then.

“Not bad.”

Irohan nodded as if satisfied.

Swoosh.

Irohan stepped aside.

Then, Petus nodded and extended one hand.

Whoosh.

Blood and life swirled in his hand.

That.

Kwaaaaaang!

Became a red explosion and destroyed the ruined Petus Castle.

“Today, you will be reborn.”

He would discard everything he had.

And be reborn.

“Duke Vladimir.”

As the being he hated the most.