Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 318

The crimson line tilted precariously.

Fwoooosh!

As the fountain of blood erupted, Choi Doo-ho had to blink and rub his eyes to regain his blood-soaked vision.

Soon after, when he raised his head with his blurred vision.

“……”

There stood a martial artist with blood-red eyes.

Gulp.

Even with the pressure from the martial artist just moments ago, Choi Doo-ho felt a fear that made his heart stop.

But at this moment.

Beeeep-!

Upon seeing those eyes, the sounds of battle and everything else disappeared, leaving only a ringing in his ears.

The world seemed to fade away, and it was as if the only thing that existed in this world was the owner of those red eyes.

“……”

He stared blankly up at him for a while.

“Who….”

Choi Doo-ho barely regained his senses and asked him.

Swoosh.

But he had already vanished like a flickering shadow.

Choi Doo-ho quickly turned his gaze to follow him.

And what he saw was.

Flicker.

Martial artists with red eyes.

Swoosh-!

It was the sight of them massacring the Changryong Clan martial artists who had destroyed the Rayon Guild.

From somewhere.

From somewhere, a sound was heard.

“Ugh….”

A sound close to a groan.

Looking there, a Changryong Clan martial artist, on the verge of death, was coughing up blood.

“Eunha….”

Eunha.

Again, from another place, a sound was heard.

“Hyeo….”

There, too, a Changryong Clan martial artist, slumped over and missing his lower body, was shouting.

“It’s the Blood Cult-!”

The Blood Cult.

Eunha and the Blood Cult.

It was them, the ones who were currently setting South Korea and Asia ablaze, who had revealed themselves.

“Fight-! Kill-!”

The Changryong Clan martial artists who were still standing were shouting with bloodshot eyes.

“Cut down the demonic horde-!”

They were desperately exploding with all their inner energy.

Some of them were even drawing out their innate energy, which was no different from human life force, and were recklessly charging towards Eunha’s martial artists.

-Changryong Clan.

They were the ones who wielded great influence in this Gangwon Province.

Even though they were not under the Haenam Clan, they had been established in Haenam’s territory for a long time.

They had quite a number of martial artists, and their skills were by no means inferior to their numbers.

There were dozens of experts at the Hwagyung level [a high level of martial arts mastery] and a few experts at the Hyunggyung level [an even higher level of martial arts mastery], including the clan leader.

Woo-oong!

They were a source of fear for player guilds like the Rayon Guild, and they were beings no different from masters to be obeyed.

All the humiliation and disgrace that the Rayon Guild had endured to get to where they were now.

-Kneel.

The very source of it was the Changryong Clan.

They had to survive and become stronger.

To do that.

-I will kneel.

Choi Doo-ho had abandoned even his human dignity, crawling on the ground and licking their feet.

And it was also the Changryong Clan that was trampling on everything he had built up.

The point was.

“The Changryong Clan….”

The Changryong Clan, who were so strong and feared.

“Uwaaaaah!”

“There’s no retreat!”

“There’s no way out!”

Literally.

“They’re being massacred….”

They were being trampled and violated.

The Eunha martial artists, clad in red uniforms, were sweeping across the battlefield.

They were wielding their swords with indifference in their red eyes.

Swoosh!

With one sword strike, a martial artist was cut down.

Clang!

If someone managed to block the sword wielded by an Eunha martial artist.

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Another Eunha martial artist would come from behind and attack the martial artists.

-Attacking the back is a disgrace to a martial artist.

The values that martial artists had believed in and all the things they had talked about so much.

But they were just talking, and in the shadows, they were more despicable than anyone else.

However, Eunha was different.

Swoosh.

There was no such thing as disgrace.

There were no such strange definitions or laws.

Their eyes were devoid of any emotion, filled only with indifference.

“Wipe them out.”

They were simply erasing everything.

Choi Doo-ho grabbed the sword that was stuck in his chest with both hands.

“Kuh.”

The intense pain that followed made his face contort for a moment.

“Kuh…. Kuaaaah!”

Soon after, he began to pull out the sword embedded in his chest with all his might.

His whole body was trembling from the excruciating pain that was making his mind go blank.

If he lost focus for even a moment, he felt like he would pass out.

If his life ended there, he would accept it, but.

“Huff! Huff!”

He couldn’t do that yet.

Finally, Choi Doo-ho pulled out the sword.

He stood up straight again with staggering movements.

He raised the martial artist’s sword that he had pulled out.

Swoosh!

And shouted.

“Rayon Guilddddd-!”

The emotions boiling up inside his chest.

All the things from the past that had been suppressed and oppressed.

It became a moment of rage.

“Help Eunha and subdue the evil-!”

It burst out.

“Uwaaaaaaaah!”

In the eyes of those who were cornered and waiting for destruction, fighting spirit began to ignite.

Potions were poured on those who had fallen, and those who were struggling to stand up.

They began to rush out with their respective weapons.

* * *

A martial artist was an overwhelming existence to a player.

The inner energy and combat skills of a martial artist were too much for those who had suddenly awakened and become players to handle.

Even if time passed and they gained experience, nothing changed.

-Eun.

The world of martial artists was like a battlefield.

They valued strength above all else, and they possessed things that the residents of Earth, who had been complacent while calling for peace, could never overcome.

The combat techniques and martial arts that had been accumulated over those years were something that players could never overcome with the experience they had gained in less than a century.

-Overwhelming.

Yes, it was overwhelming.

So, at some point, the players gave up resisting.

And that’s why they made excuses.

-Someday.

If the players gained more experience, and if that time spanned several centuries, this terrible oppression and sorrow would come to an end.

But everyone knew that it was just an excuse.

Unless the martial artists were fools, they would not have stood by and watched the players’ rebellion, nor would they have helped them gain experience.

In fact, the rankers and high rankers were beings created under Eun’s permission.

It was closer to a deceptive tactic to give them a glimmer of hope so that they wouldn’t give up or attack.

-Overwhelming.

That’s why they felt even more overwhelming.

But now.

Saaaah.

On the battlefield where the battle had ended, in the silence that had fallen.

Gulp.

Choi Doo-ho and the Rayon Guild had truly seen what the word overwhelming meant.

“Report on casualties.”

“Three dead. Five injured.”

The number of Changryong Clan martial artists who attacked the Rayon Guild was a staggering two hundred.

Those two hundred had driven thousands of Rayon Guild players to their deaths.

“The damage is significant. Was the training insufficient?”

“I apologize.”

“When we return, be prepared to receive training again.”

“Yes!”

Those two hundred martial artists were wiped out by only thirty Eunha martial artists.

And in that process, Eunha’s casualties were only three dead and five injured.

Gulp.

If this wasn’t described as overwhelming, what could be?

“……”

Choi Doo-ho felt a myriad of complex emotions as he slumped down.

“Cough!”

“Guild Leader!”

His chest had been pierced by a sword, and he had forcibly pulled it out.

It was a wound that would not be strange if he had died, but Choi Doo-ho had fought to protect his guild members and vent his anger.

The price for that was now returning.

“Potion! Bring a potion!”

The survivors of the Rayon Guild hurriedly began to pour potions on him.

“Th, that’s enough….”

Choi Doo-ho stopped them with a parched voice.

“Guild Leader!”

“It’s no use….”

Choi Doo-ho, an experienced player.

He had learned from countless injuries that he had suffered so far.

“It’s… over anyway.”

That he could no longer live.

“The guild will need a lot to rebuild…. Save the potions….”

If it was the Rayon Guild, this amount of potions wouldn’t affect the guild, but since they had suffered a lot of damage, Choi Doo-ho was stopping them.

To save even the potion costs, because he was going to die anyway.

“Guild Leader….”

Choi Doo-ho, who had devoted his entire life to the Rayon Guild’s growth.

He was Choi Doo-ho, who had sacrificed himself to prevent his guild members from experiencing all the resentment, humiliation, and insults.

“I think this is the end for me….”

Someday, he had wanted to become an umbrella for more players, but.

Choi Doo-ho shed tears at the fact that he could no longer do so.

It was then.

“……!”

The guild members’ gazes moved in all directions.

Thud! Thud!

The Eunha martial artists, who had never bowed their bodies while fighting the Changryong Clan.

They were kneeling on one knee.

Was it the poison spread by the Changryong Clan? Would they also end up injured?

But.

Clap!

They then opened one hand and clenched the other into a fist, striking them together.

The martial artist’s salute.

It was a fist and palm salute.

“Blood Demon, a thousand years! A thousand, thousand years-!”

The shout burst out.

“Blood Demon, a thousand years! A thousand, thousand years!”

It was when all the Eunha martial artists shouted and bowed their heads.

Thump.

Choi Doo-ho felt like his heart had stopped.

Step, step.

Among the Eunha martial artists, a man wearing a blood-colored uniform and coat was slowly walking.

He was stained with blood as if he had already fought somewhere, but it was a sight that went well with the red uniform, like embroidery.

An indescribable emotion surged.

And Choi Doo-ho, as the guild leader of the Rayon Guild, could recognize him.

“Eunha’s… guild leader….”

Dang Hwa-young.

That she was standing there as if guarding him, following him respectfully.

“Blood Demon, a thousand years! A thousand, thousand years!”

The martial artists were constantly shouting and pouring out their emotions.

It might seem childish to the residents of Earth, but the emotions and respect in their voices were resonating even with the hearts of the players, who were residents of Earth.

S, swoosh.

The guild members who had been surrounding Choi Doo-ho.

They unknowingly stepped back and cleared a path.

Some of them remained to protect Choi Doo-ho, but.

“…….”

They flinched at the gaze of the man who had appeared and stepped back.

The man’s eyes were also blood-red.

Red, red eyes, indifferent eyes that were listless and devoid of any emotion.

“I do not intend to harm you, step aside.”

There was no way the guild members would step aside with such words.

“Step aside….”

It was before Choi Doo-ho could finish his words.

Swoosh.

The guild members had already stepped aside, clearing a path towards Choi Doo-ho.

“…….”

At that sight, Choi Doo-ho chuckled even though he was on the verge of death.

Were the guild members scared?

No.

They had realized that the man could do anything he wanted.

And that the man would not harm their guild leader, Choi Doo-ho.

Choi Doo-ho looked up at the sky with his blurred vision.

The bright sky had turned into pitch-black darkness.

A shadow, the man was looking down at him.

He was getting closer.

Tap.

A hand was placed on Choi Doo-ho’s chest.

“I’m over anyway….”

Just as Choi Doo-ho was about to say that he didn’t need to do anything unnecessary.

“Cough!”

Choi Doo-ho coughed up blood and his pupils dilated.

His broken chest was recovering.

“It’s been a while.”

And Choi Doo-ho could see.

Even though it was impossible.

“Y, you are…?”

Why was the silhouette so familiar?