Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 247

“Paris…”

Lee Shinwoo began to speak.

A story he had deliberately avoided.

The events in Paris.

“It became a city of death.”

Black flames burned everything.

But what truly destroyed Paris was the massive explosion that occurred before the black flames ignited.

According to the reports, it was the work of a monster that came from a gate [a portal to another dimension].

But Lee Rowoon knew.

‘Guardian Dragon.’

It was the Guardian Dragon’s doing.

It had detonated its Dragon Heart to self-destruct in order to perish with the chaos.

“The damage is incalculable, and the casualties are at least ten million…”

A terrible number.

“There might be survivors, but even rescue is impossible.”

It was because of the black flames that had risen afterward.

Because of those flames that devoured everything they touched, Paris was completely sealed off.

“……”

Lee Shinwoo looked at Lee Rowoon.

His face was hard to read.

What was he thinking?

“Five Guardian Dragons died.”

Five Guardian Dragons.

“Half of the Einheart nobles and Royal Knights were annihilated.”

That day, the powerful figures of Einheart had gathered in Paris to commemorate the truce and celebrate the birth of new nobles.

They tried to escape, but they couldn’t.

“It’s a wonder they haven’t descended into civil war.”

The absence of power.

That also speaks of the birth of new power.

It was common for blood to be shed to seize that power vacuum.

“Because there’s an Emperor.”

Lee Rowoon said.

“Yeah.”

The Emperor did not officially attend the Paris catastrophe.

And.

“The Emperor is distributing new knighthoods and noble titles.”

The Emperor would not have died that day.

No, he did die.

But.

‘It’s a kind of resurrection.’

He would have resurrected through a body he had prepared.

He was not an ordinary human, but a created one.

“The internal problems of Einheart are being patched up like that, but…”

“Eun, huh?”

Nod.

“Eun’s movements are unusual. It’s been reported that the Blood Ascetics and elite members of the Shaolin [a famous Buddhist monastery known for martial arts] died in that catastrophe.”

“And Einheart has lost nearly half of its forces.”

The answer was one.

“Another war, then.”

Lee Shinwoo slowly nodded.

It was an affirmation.

“The war that will happen now will be different from the previous ones.”

The previous war was just a formality.

A kind of show put on by Einheart to dominate the West and Eun to dominate the East.

But both forces had already succeeded in completely dominating their respective spheres of influence, and the truce was proof of that.

However, the balance had been broken.

“It’s a war of conquest.”

Eun will attack Einheart.

Eun will try to take Einheart.

Einheart, too….

‘Likewise.’

They would resist the invasion, and if they saw a chance, they would try to devour Eun instead.

From now on, a full-scale war would unfold.

Many people would die.

A number that could not be compared to the Paris catastrophe.

“……”

Lee Shinwoo seemed to have many questions he wanted to ask, many things he wanted to say.

But not now.

The first thing to talk about was.

“How am I with you, hyung [older brother]?”

How exactly Lee Shinwoo had taken custody of his person.

Lee Rowoon had temporarily handed over control to Chaos.

Falling asleep, that was the trigger.

When consciousness turned off, a new consciousness would appear.

“The Paris catastrophe didn’t happen in a day or two. It’s still ongoing.”

Lee Shinwoo said.

“I headed to France as soon as I heard the news.”

“……”

Lee Rowoon had occasionally sent news of himself to Hamin, the Black Lion King.

He had last reported that he was in France, in Paris.

“The Black Lion King told me.”

He would have told his family, Lee Shinwoo.

Lee Shinwoo, upon hearing the news, had immediately headed to France.

With the fear of losing Lee Rowoon again.

“Even after arriving, there was nothing I could do.”

No, he would have tried.

But Paris was sealed off, so there was nothing he could do.

“It was while I was waiting anxiously….”

Lee Shinwoo said.

“A silver-haired man.”

“……”

“He brought you.”

Silver hair, a man.

“I don’t know who he is.”

“What… what did you say?”

Lee Rowoon said.

“What did you say?”

As expected.

Lee Shinwoo had that kind of face.

He knew.

Who that silver-haired man was.

“Nothing.”

That was like him.

Lee Rowoon closed his eyes.

A deep fatigue, as if he would fall asleep at any moment, washed over him.

Even at this moment, Chaos was roaring in his head, trying to raise its head.

But for a moment.

Saaa.

His mind cleared.

That warm feeling.

‘Master.’

It was his Sword King Master.

* * *

“That doctor said he’d come.”

The doctor who had checked on Lee Rowoon’s condition.

Lee Shinwoo thought he looked special, and he had said he would come again to check on his condition.

“If it’s him, he’ll find his way here, so don’t worry.”

Lee Rowoon said.

“Do you know who he is?”

“Yeah.”

An identity that even Lee Shinwoo didn’t know.

“The Soul and Spirit Doctor.”

He must be the Soul and Spirit Doctor.

There was a reason why Lee Rowoon was certain.

The traces left in his body.

Traces as if something had touched him.

So.

“He’ll find his way here.”

The original goal of going to Einheart to bring him had been achieved.

“Hoo.”

Lee Shinwoo sighed.

“You’ve been like this since you were young. I can’t break your stubbornness.”

The reason why Lee Shinwoo was saying this now was simple.

Yesterday.

-Let’s go back.

What Lee Rowoon had said when he was about to leave.

Lee Shinwoo was willing to spend the rest of his life here if Lee Rowoon wanted to.

He had even thought that it would be better for the two brothers to rely on each other than to get caught up in the events that would unfold from now on.

Not because of himself, but because of Lee Rowoon.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

But if that was Lee Rowoon’s choice, Lee Shinwoo would follow.

“Where are we going?”

He asked for their destination.

“Einheart?”

There were options.

Returning to Einheart.

Unresolved matters, people he was worried about.

“The Batella Knights were said to be missing, right?”

“Yeah. The party in Paris that day was said to be the last time they were seen.”

A great catastrophe.

But.

“Baekcheong is in Jongnam.”

According to what Lee Shinwoo had confirmed, Baekcheong had returned to Jongnam with severe injuries.

“That’s right.”

“That’s enough.”

One more thing that bothered him.

The new plot of slaughter.

Count Petus, or rather, Duke Vladimir.

‘The Emperor won’t touch him easily.’

Because he thought of him as a string connected to himself.

He would rather choose to keep him by his side.

“We’re not going to Einheart.”

Not yet.

He shouldn’t cause too many things to happen anymore.

One by one.

“Are we going to Eun?”

If so, the option of heading to Eun.

In fact, all of Lee Rowoon’s foundations were there.

But.

“No.”

Lee Rowoon also denied that.

“Why?”

Lee Shinwoo asked for the reason.

“They’ll find their way back even without me. Not now.”

“Then?”

Where exactly was he going?

“One by one.”

What Lee Rowoon had realized from this incident.

“Let’s solve things one by one.”

He shouldn’t pile up problems.

“Starting with our own.”

* * *

Zamboanga, Philippines.

In the past, the Philippines was once a world-renowned tourist destination.

But now, the Philippines was.

Kwakwang!

The worst hell.

It was hell itself.

Kwakwakwang!

Explosions erupted, and flames rose.

“We must drive out the invaders.”

In the flickering flames, those wearing red masks were moving quickly.

“Ugh!”

Those clashing swords with them were wearing Eun’s martial uniforms.

Many patterns were embroidered on them, but the vast majority were from Jeomchang [a martial arts school].

Swish!

The Eun martial artists fell one by one.

It was partly because they had already suffered great damage and injuries from the explosions.

“……!”

But it was also because the skills of those wearing red masks surpassed those of the martial artists.

Bang!

Another explosion.

In the meantime.

Drop, drop.

Blood was flowing from the swords of those wearing red masks.

It was slaughter.

It was a massacre.

“We will regain peace with blood.”

What the red masks were shouting was peace.

Swish!

But their method was slaughter.

They cut down the martial artists.

And.

“Kkyaaaaak!”

They cut down everything.

“We must purify with blood.”

The ordinary people.

The players.

“We must purify those who sided with the invaders.”

Their swords were cutting down everything indiscriminately.

Crack!

Some used their arms, which had been transformed, instead of swords.

Tatatat!

Some had their lower bodies transformed into those of a horse.

Was it still possible to call them human?

“For peace, for freedom….”

They were.

“We will gladly become demons.”

They were beings no different from monsters.

Flames rose in various parts of Zamboanga.

The flames that burned without ceasing.

Kwakwang!

They continued to spread.

The Philippines was no longer a tourist destination.

The place, made up of thousands of islands, had become the base of a resistance army that claimed to be fighting for liberation.

Not a day went by without blood drying, and nearly half of the forces that had opened in the Philippines had already been annihilated by this resistance army.

“Plant the flag.”

Red flags were planted everywhere.

Hundreds of flags fluttered in harmony with the flames.

“Zamboanga is now the territory of the enemy army.”

The resistance army that had started in South Korea.

It was the moment when their flag, which was now spreading to the world, was planted.

Kwaaang!

A different explosion was heard.

Not from the human bombs, Red Bombs, made by the enemy army, but a different explosion.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll go check it out.”

The personnel rushed out.

But no one returned.

Chijijik.

Only bizarre static continued to be heard on the radio.

“It seems there’s a pretty strong martial artist.”

It seemed that there was one Jeomchang master.

“I’ll go myself.”

The commander led his subordinates.

Kwaaang!

They began to head into the explosion.

The closer they got, the more they felt the energy.

“Hmm?”

It was an energy that the Blood Demons, the commanders of the enemy army, were bound to be familiar with.

Flicker.

Flames rose in the distance.

Not ordinary flames, but blue flames that were dazzling the eyes.

“I thought it was a martial artist, but.”

He thought it was a Jeomchang master, but it wasn’t.

Those blue flames were.

“The Blue Army, huh?”

It was the symbol of another resistance army, the Blue Army.

Whirr!

The blue flames devoured everything.

“Dirty hypocrites.”

The Blood Demon distorted his face.

The enemy army, who were fighting by sacrificing themselves for resistance.

The Blue Army also called for resistance and liberation like them, but their nature was different.

Their appearance of adhering to peaceful policies, saying that even the trash-like invaders were human, was hypocrisy itself.

The enemies had trampled on them with spears and swords and had taken everything.

The only thing they could return was the same spears and swords, and blood.

That’s why.

“We will erase the hypocrites.”

The Blue Army was not a comrade who shared their ideals, but an enemy.

It was the moment when the Blood Demon was about to rush out, changing both of his arms into sword-like shapes.

Flicker.

A man appeared from within the wall of blue flames.

The Blood Demon distorted his face at his appearance.

Then.

He grinned.

“I thought it was just the remnants of the Blue Army.”

Once again, his expectations were twisted.

“The leader himself has come out.”

“It’s been a while, Choi Suho.”

Blue Demon, Lee Shinwoo, said.