Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 435

“Kuh-uk!”

Yoo Do-hyung groaned, a sharp cry escaping his lips as pain pierced his chest.

Yet, even as he did, Yoo Do-hyung’s eyes were fixed beyond Shin-gae.

“The Blood Demon’s betrothed you spoke of….”

He stared into the crack, a place akin to a gate.

At the blue shimmering within.

There.

“Is in my hands.”

It was undoubtedly the swordsman of Dank, seen in past records.

Also known as Lee Ro-woon’s lover.

“Lee Sae…rom!”

Lee Sae-rom was there, bound.

“But do you know this?”

Shin-gae whispered his rough voice into Yoo Do-hyung’s ear.

“That thing, it is….”

Yoo Do-hyung had gained much by becoming Shin-gae’s disciple.

Elixirs that even players could consume, and special drugs made from silver for players.

Thanks to them, his level and overall stats had risen so much.

But all of that.

“……!”

It felt as if it was being sucked into Shin-gae.

“Even if she is the Blood Demon’s betrothed, she is worth more than that.”

Shin-gae said.

Swish.

Shin-gae pulled out the hand that had pierced Yoo Do-hyung.

“Kuh-uk, cough….”

Yoo Do-hyung collapsed on the spot, coughing up blood and twitching.

The strength that had filled his body was draining away moment by moment.

In his fading consciousness, the colorful world was gradually turning gray.

“Your worth ends here.”

Shin-gae looked down at Yoo Do-hyung and said.

“The Beggar Sect’s disciple, Black Mutt, who went to find the Blood Demon to make an alliance, returned and tried to assassinate the Beggar King.”

At Shin-gae’s words, Yoo Do-hyung’s dying eyes widened.

“This is all the Blood Demon’s scheme, and Black Mutt failed and was killed on the spot.”

And so.

“The wicked Blood Demon’s scheme will be revealed to the world.”

From the beginning, this was Yoo Do-hyung’s purpose.

If he had proven his worth, he might have been used differently, but the end would have been the same.

The Beggar Sect, and the Blood Cult.

“Rejoice. A war will break out.”

Shin-gae’s foot slowly moved towards Yoo Do-hyung’s head.

“You are the one who lit the fuse for that war. For a life as insignificant as yours, isn’t this a rather splendid end?”

A pretext.

Everything in the Silver [a collective term for various martial arts sects and clans] was moved by pretext, and the Beggar Sect desired war with the Blood Cult.

“They already had a conflict with the Silver Union over a meaningless pretext in Hainan.”

Thud.

Shin-gae stepped on the back of Yoo Do-hyung’s head.

“Kuh-uk!”

The immense force, unbelievable for an old man, surged forth.

“But Hainan failed and became the Silver Union’s. The Beggar Sect cannot be compared to Hainan, but we must be certain.”

The Beggar Sect.

“The Silver will unite.”

They were not planning on small-scale local battles as before.

They were not planning on a struggle between groups.

A true.

“War.”

They were planning a war.

With the pretext that the Blood Demon tried to kill the Beggar King, they would unite and move.

“That is your purpose.”

The moment Shin-gae finished speaking.

Crack!

Yoo Do-hyung’s head exploded.

That was the end of Yoo Do-hyung.

“But the fact that ‘it’ also has the value of being the Blood Demon’s betrothed isn’t so bad.”

Shin-gae smiled, seemingly satisfied.

The reason he opened the Scripture Repository [a place where important texts are stored] to show Lee Sae-rom to the dying Yoo Do-hyung was.

-Actually.

It was to confirm that the Blood Demon had indeed told Yoo Do-hyung about Lee Sae-rom, and to see if she had value to the Blood Demon.

The truth is unknown.

But that was what Yoo Do-hyung believed.

“Now it begins.”

Shin-gae smiled, satisfied.

It was the moment he was about to kick away the corpse of the exploded Black Mutt.

Twitch.

The twitching body of Black Mutt.

At that moment.

Tap!

Shin-gae urgently kicked off the ground and retreated.

Black Mutt, whose head had exploded and died, that guy….

Swoosh-!

He was slowly twitching, rising, and recovering.

“…….”

Shin-gae watched the scene with quiet eyes.

His right hand quietly reached out.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms [a powerful martial arts technique].

The Beggar Sect’s proud palm technique, and the martial art that only the Beggar King’s direct line could learn, was unleashed.

Kwaaang-!

The body of Black Mutt, who had barely risen, was shattered again.

This was probably the Blood Demon’s doing.

He didn’t know what he was up to, but he instinctively knew that he couldn’t leave it alone, so he had acted.

A strange tension still lingered.

“What are you….”

Shin-gae’s face contorted.

Swoosh-!

The exploded body of Black Mutt was drawing a picture in all directions.

“Just what are you?”

It was a magic circle.

Shin-gae shot out the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms again, but.

Kwang!

It collided with the magic circle that had appeared using Black Mutt’s corpse as a material and was deflected.

It was a palm strike that contained a full thirty percent of his power.

Kwaaaa-!

It finally activated and opened its maw.

“What am I?”

A voice was heard.

“I am the one you tried to test.”

The voice came not from the magic circle in front of him, but from behind Shin-gae.

Tap!

Shin-gae quickly turned and swung his arms.

There.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you, Shin-gae.”

Lee Ro-woon was standing there.

* * *

“You pathetic bastard.”

Bong-gae said with a smile.

In the main hall where the report had been taking place until just now, Shin-gae and Black Mutt were no longer visible.

The moment Shin-gae touched Black Mutt’s body.

Whoosh!

The two of them disappeared.

He had seen this scene countless times before.

It was something the Sect Leader occasionally did to his disciples.

And it only happened to disciples who had failed their mission and whose usefulness had ended.

The Sect Leader who disappeared like that always returned alone, or with the corpse of someone he had taken with him.

Black Mutt’s end would be the same.

Even though he had been so confident.

Pfft.

Black Mutt had failed the Sect Leader’s test and had been discarded.

“How long will it take?”

Bong-gae asked the Seventh Elder who was standing next to him.

It was the Seventh Elder who had been his patron since before he became the Beggar King’s disciple and was called Bong-gae.

“That’s unknown. But it won’t take long.”

“I see.”

Bong-gae smiled, satisfied.

“It seems he’s coming back.”

A space rippled, just like when Shin-gae had disappeared.

And.

“……?”

The Beggar Sect warriors who were watching the scene slowly raised their eyes.

Something.

Something was wrong.

The energy and light felt when the Beggar King disappeared and reappeared were different.

What they felt now was.

“Run away!”

A black and red destructive energy.

In the next moment.

Woo-oong-!

Blood-colored magic circles began to form all around the main hall.

This was not the Beggar King.

It was something else.

Whoaaaaaa-!

Everyone in the main hall urgently activated their protective energy to the maximum and took a defensive stance.

And.

Kwaaaaaaaaaa-!

Flames engulfed the main hall.

A blood-colored explosion, flames burning red.

And from within, blood-colored tendrils burst forth.

Thwack!

They began to grab and stab the Beggar Sect disciples to death.

“Wh, what’s going on….”

Bong-gae.

He, who had been enjoying the anticipation of Black Mutt’s death, quietly lowered his head.

A blood-colored whip that had sprung from something was piercing through his belly.

Swoosh!

It split and shattered.

“Are you alright!”

The Seventh Elder.

He had cut the red tendril that had pierced Bong-gae.

But.

“Elder!”

A blood-colored tendril shot out from behind the Seventh Elder.

Thwack!

The moment it pierced through the Seventh Elder’s head and chest, Bong-gae could do nothing.

“Ah…. Ahh….”

Bong-gae had barely survived thanks to the Seventh Elder.

Bong-gae, who had lived like a tyrant, enjoying everything as a disciple of the Beggar Sect, a disciple of the Beggar King.

He, who had been the object of someone’s fear.

Shudder.

For the first time, he was feeling fear for something other than Shin-gae.

The magic circle, which had grown larger by devouring the Beggar Sect disciples.

From there.

Swish.

Warriors dressed in blood-colored uniforms began to appear.

They were beings that the Beggar Sect could not fail to recognize.

“Ugh….”

Bong-gae quietly raised his hand and said.

“The Silver Union.”

He could tell.

That the war had begun.

* * *

The Beggar Sect was skilled at hiding their own information as much as they handled information.

Other sects were the same, but the Beggar Sect, in particular, could not be found, and even their headquarters could not be located.

Above all.

-The Beggar Sect cannot be entered in a normal way.

It was said that the Beggar Sect was a land that could not be stepped on just by crossing a door.

That wasn’t the only thing that bothered him.

-The Beggar Sect is like a cell organization.

Those who committed all sorts of illegal acts borrowed the name of the Beggar Sect.

The Beggar Sect did not take any responsibility for it.

If they paid the necessary amount and benefited the Beggar Sect, even more so.

-Also, if you can’t strike their main base….

If they couldn’t suppress the Beggar Sect in the early stages.

-They will rise like wildfire.

The Beggar Sect would instantly become a mob, a terrorist, and begin to set the world ablaze.

So, to deal with the Beggar Sect, it was necessary to strike their main base.

And this was.

Gooo-!

That method.

Yoo Do-hyung.

Shin-gae used his purpose as a pretext.

A pretext to unite the Silver and create an alliance against the Silver Union.

The Beggar Sect would stand in front and lead the Silver.

-The goal will be the Guild Master.

Their goal would be to obtain the position of Guild Master, which they had not been able to obtain, and to stand tall as the center of the Silver.

The rest were just acting or accessories.

Yoo Do-hyung’s fate would not have changed no matter what he did.

To Lee Ro-woon, Yoo Do-hyung’s purpose was different.

Yoo Do-hyung might have thought that what Lee Ro-woon wanted from him was the key to giving him the Beggar Sect.

-Are you going to make him the Beggar King?

Lee Ro-woon’s thoughts were different.

-Of course not.

Yoo Do-hyung.

The sins he had accumulated were too great.

Even if it was the Beggar Sect, the path he had taken to get to that position was too dirty.

Even if it suited the Beggar Sect.

-There’s no need to take in a jackal.

The purpose Lee Ro-woon wanted from Yoo Do-hyung was different.

A key, that was right.

The key that would connect the Beggar Sect and himself.

Whoaaaa-!

Blood-colored magic circles filled the surroundings.

This was a binding that Lee Ro-woon had placed on Yoo Do-hyung before he left.

Since he had sensed that this was Yoo Do-hyung’s end anyway.

-Blood Demon Magic.

It was a type of Blood Demon Magic that had been lost even in Gehenna, but the Demon King Master had revived it with the help of the Divine Demon.

It was a magic that could summon the master through the blood bond when the bound person was killed.

And it became a door.

Whoaak-!

It was a magic that summoned the blood forces.

A high-level magic that could not be measured by circles, combined with Lee Ro-woon’s power and the Demon King’s knowledge, tore through dimensions.

“You.”

Lee Ro-woon said, looking at Shin-gae.

“You’re like cockroaches, and if I had to deal with you one by one, there would be no end.”

He didn’t know how much more time would have been wasted.

And Lee Ro-woon had no intention of wasting any more time.

The end was approaching.

He had to find the key.

And that key was.

Ripple.

There, in that closing dimension.

“Is that the Scripture Repository?”

It would be in the Scripture Repository.

Also, Lee Ro-woon saw something in that disappearing dimension.

‘So she was here.’

The one who was his companion and lover in the past.

Lee Sae-rom.

That she was inside there.

“Blood Demon.”

Shin-gae said, looking at Lee Ro-woon.

“Or should I call you the Divine Demon of this era?”

At that moment.

Paat!

A blood tendril shot out from Lee Ro-woon’s hand and grabbed the gap in the closing door of the Scripture Repository.

The Three Kings’ Disciple