Disciple Of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 276

The news that something was wrong with the barrier surrounding the entire island of Luzon spread quickly. And that the change was happening in the port of Luzon, in Luzon itself. It was also learned that unidentified individuals had landed on Luzon. However, who they were and what was happening in Luzon was unknown.

“Damn it, is there still no way?”

“Yes….”

It was because contact with Luzon had been lost. It was impossible to enter the blood-red fog that filled Luzon. Moreover, no one was coming out of the blood-red fog either.

“Shit!”

There was no way to contact Luzon. Communication equipment was dead. There was nothing they could do with manpower. The martial artists could only stare blankly at the fog of Luzon.

“What about the Mount Hua Sect!”

In fact, the one that dominated the entire Philippines was the Mount Hua Sect, one of the Nine Great Sects. In such an emergency, it was right for them to step forward.

However.

“…It’s the same.”

“….”

They had somehow closed their mouths and were not moving.

It must have been around that time.

“Heaven and Earth One Slash, Jang So-yeong….”

After a promising successor of the Mount Hua Sect went into seclusion, the Mount Hua Sect had stopped its external activities and was in a state close to seclusion. Contact and governance with the outside world were minimal, and they were not even intervening in anything else.

“Even so, are they not going to step forward in this situation!”

They were not stepping forward even in an emergency. They wanted to resent the Mount Hua Sect, but it was still taboo to curse them in their territory.

“Haa….”

They could only let out resentful gazes and sighs. The only ones they could trust were the Mount Hua Sect, but even they were not moving easily, so in the end, there was only one name they could utter.

“The Association.”

The Martial Arts Association.

“What about the Association?”

Except for a brief period in the past, the Asian communication system had long been completely restored. It was only difficult to contact Einheart due to the Association’s control, but communication within Asia was the same as in the past. They must already know about this situation.

“They are also….”

The Association was also silent.

“This is driving me crazy.”

With the Mount Hua Sect and the Association silent, there was nothing that small and medium-sized sects could do.

“Are the Mount Hua Sect and the Association trying to abandon this place?”

There had been such rumors. That the Mount Hua Sect might be moving its base. With the opening of the world’s gates, sects had no choice but to stay in the areas where the gates had opened, but abandoning their world and moving their base was also an option. After all, sects were founded by martial artists.

However, the case of the Mount Hua Sect was different.

-There is such a story.

There was a rumor secretly circulating among the people.

-That a method of moving the world is being developed….

It was the story that technology to change the world’s gate to another place was being secretly developed.

If that became possible, it was clear that the members of the Nine Great Sects who were away from the center would immediately move to a place closer to the mainland.

But what was important now was not that.

“They definitely know something.”

The Mount Hua Sect and the Association were the same. The fact that they were not moving despite noticing this special situation meant that they knew what this unknown area was and who it was.

“What in the world… is going on?”

“That… there’s a rumor.”

“A rumor?”

A martial artist listened intently.

“That….”

“Don’t hesitate. What is there that you can’t say between you and me?”

“….”

Even so, the martial artist was not easily speaking.

“Are you really going to be like this?”

“It’s… not an easy story to say.”

“It’s okay.”

“Then….”

The martial artist whispered in a quiet voice.

“It’s the Blood Demon.”

About the Blood Demon.

* * *

If the Mount Hua Sect dominated Luzon Island and the entire Philippines, there were sects that dominated each city. The one that dominated Luzon was the Myriad Blood Sect.

Lee Ro-woon was in the guild house of the Myriad Blood Sect.

“Is there anything that is making you uncomfortable?”

Lee Ro-woon did not answer the question.

“If there is anything you need, please tell me anytime.”

The one who said that and left was none other than the leader of the Myriad Blood Sect, Man Gwi-san.

Following him, another person entered the room.

“Hoo.”

A man with a tired expression, it was Ha Se-min.

“What are you doing?”

“Just, looking around.”

Indeed, Lee Ro-woon was just standing still, gazing out the window.

Outside the window.

Murmuring.

A huge line was stretched out towards the guild house of the Myriad Blood Sect.

Martial artists wearing martial arts uniforms. Players wearing items. They were trying to enter the Myriad Blood Sect.

They were keeping their order, showing a lot of tension.

“It’s popular.”

Ha Se-min chuckled as he watched the scene.

What was going on?

Clearly, Lee Ro-woon’s group were invaders who had invaded Luzon, and they were enemies of the Myriad Blood Sect and other sects. They had faced them in the blood-red fog. Lee Ro-woon had said.

-Blood Demon.

That he himself was the Blood Demon.

Having revealed that name, there were only two options they could choose.

-Fight and die.

Or.

-Surrender.

Originally, choosing the former was the duty of a martial artist.

However.

“The Blood Cult is still small.”

Lee Ro-woon helped them choose the latter.

The Blood Cult and the Blood Demon Castle had become a nominal place that had declined over the long years. Although Lee Ro-woon had come and it was growing and growing, its size and scale could not be compared to the Association.

Above all, the number of followers, the number of martial artists, was insufficient. It might not matter because the quality was high, but no one would deny that the Blood Cult, which had once competed with the Association, had shrunk.

However, it was not easy to attempt the expansion of the Blood Cult. The Blood Cult and the Heavenly Demon Cult. The two were still taboo and rejected in the Silver Zone [a region or area where martial arts are practiced].

The moment their names were revealed, war would begin, regardless of any interests or circumstances. That was why they had been active under the name of the Silver Zone when they were not ready.

-Blood Cult.

Now was the time to reveal that name.

“It’s time to grow.”

The Blood Cult already had more than enough money. They had more than enough precious martial arts.

The only thing they needed was one thing.

-Talent.

It was time to fill that talent.

“I agree.”

Ha Se-min also spoke beside Lee Ro-woon.

“Until now, I haven’t said it because the Divine Demon, you, didn’t want it. The Blood Cult has more potential than anyone else.”

Ha Se-min said.

“Moreover, with you, the Blood Cult can be said to be perfect.”

Now that they had everything….

“Now it begins.”

It was like they were standing at a new starting point.

Ha Se-min recalled the day they landed on Luzon Island.

* * *

Lee Ro-woon wearing a demon mask. On the opposite side, hundreds of martial artists and players were standing.

Naturally, the one who should have been intimidated and shrunk back was Lee Ro-woon, who was alone.

But.

Shudder.

The ones standing on the opposite side were trembling.

They were also feeling it instinctively.

‘This blood-red fog.’

The owner of this fog that covers the entire area is this person.

‘This killing intent and presence.’

The owner of this power that was constricting their whole bodies and pressing down on their dantian [energy center in the body] was also this person.

No one else intervened. Only this person.

And he said.

-Blood Demon.

That he himself was the Blood Demon.

It was a name that had been erased a lot now, but how could a martial artist of the Silver Zone forget it?

The Heavenly Demon Cult and the Blood Cult. They were the ones who pressured the Association and fought against the alliance as a single entity.

They were fear and dread.

“….”

They were powerful martial artists at an extremely high level.

The martial artists of the Association, no, the martial artists of the Alliance, feared them and at the same time envied them.

That was why they had erased them, and that forgotten name.

“I am the master of the Blood Cult.”

It had reappeared here.

There were only two things they could choose. Fight and die a glorious death, or surrender.

If they were martial artists of the Association, it was right to choose the former.

However.

“….”

The martial artists could not move easily, and they did not even think about moving.

Because the Blood Demon, a huge being standing on the opposite side, seemed to want to talk to them.

“I will give you a chance.”

“…!”

Indeed, their expectations were correct.

Lee Ro-woon, speaking and reaching out his hand.

From his fingertips.

Whoosh!

A small blood needle popped out and arrived in front of hundreds of martial artists.

The blood needle, which had stopped in front of their foreheads, was trembling as if it would pierce their heads and rummage through their brains at any moment.

“Join the cult.”

One word.

“…!”

At that, the martial artists’ eyes widened as if they would tear.

“If you join the cult, I will let you live.”

“….”

In the end, that was all the Blood Demon had to say.

“Those who do not join the cult will die.”

A simple and clear story.

The martial artists bit their lips.

If it was this….

Nod.

They had to die.

A choice that meant abandoning their sects, abandoning their masters, and abandoning everything. It was a choice that was no different from dying.

Then….

Shudder!

They thought it would be better to die, even if it meant giving up their bodies and their dantians, which were not moving.

Chuckled.

The mouth inside the demon mask drew a curve.

“You don’t have to abandon it.”

“Wh….”

“Add to it.”

“What are you….”

They opened their mouths with the determination to die.

“What are you talking about….”

“The Blood Cult is not telling you to abandon what you have and come. Bring everything you have.”

“…!”

“Add to it. Add the Blood Cult to what you have.”

It was at that moment.

Thud!

In the end, the blood needles pierced the foreheads of some martial artists and seeped in.

“Ugh!”

Those who were writhing in pain.

At that sight, those who had not been hit by the blood needles widened their eyes and their blood vessels burst, but they could not move because of the blood needles in front of them.

Thud! Thud!

In the end, the martial artists who had been hit by the blood needles collapsed and trembled.

It was not just the martial artists.

Shudder!

The situation of the players was similar now.

“In the end….”

Despair settled on the faces of the martial artists.

“The story about the Blood Cult… was it true?”

The story about the Blood Cult that had been passed down in the Silver Zone.

The story of them worshiping blood and worshiping Asura [a powerful demon in some mythologies].

The story that when they appeared, the martial world would be stained with blood and corpses would pile up like mountains.

It was the moment when they were in despair, thinking that the story of them, where there was no mercy and only domination existed, was all true.

“Ugh.”

The martial artists who had collapsed were getting up.

The players who had collapsed were also getting up.

And they were.

“…!”

They were busy blinking their eyes in disbelief and examining their bodies.

“I will prove it.”

Lee Ro-woon’s voice.

“Come at me.”

Lee Ro-woon stood still and spoke to those who were standing straight.

Clearly, they had been wrapped in the blood-red fog and had been uncomfortable to move, but they were moving without any problems and making eye contact.

And.

Taat!

They immediately ran towards Lee Ro-woon.

Swish!

The sword that was drawn out was filled with strong energy.

That was….

“N, no way!”

It was dyed a deep blood-red color.

The strong energies, which contained even more intense internal energy at a glance. It was being unfolded from their hands, with their martial arts.

Clang!

However, when Lee Ro-woon waved his hand, they were bounced back.

That was enough.