Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 493

The earth’s surface was overturned, and all traces of life that had existed there were erased.

The Ironclad Knights, who had relentlessly tormented the 13th District, were now lifeless.

It was astonishing, beyond words.

-Ironclad Knights.

They were the newly established Four-Star Knights of Ainhardt, each a master-level powerhouse.

Even as masters, their level was equivalent to the Hwagyeong stage [a high level of martial arts mastery] in the old system.

But that was a thing of the past.

-The Great Cataclysm.

Five years ago, after the Great Cataclysm, the world’s order and laws underwent a complete upheaval.

The martial artists who used Kanggi [internal energy] lost their Kanggi, and those who used sword energy lost their sword energy.

The same was true for the players [individuals with special abilities].

Most of them had to lose their levels and skills with the word ‘reset’.

The same was true for Ainhardt.

It was, in the truest sense,

‘The Great Cataclysm.’

The Great Cataclysm had occurred.

But there was one fortunate thing.

That gates no longer appeared.

Even though they had lost their power, they didn’t have to fight for survival.

It was said that when one problem disappears, another appears.

In a world that seemed to be slowly finding order and rules, another problem emerged as a hot topic.

‘Gates no longer open.’

That blessing-like event.

-Resources can no longer be obtained from the gates.

It led to extreme conflict.

Gates, which were once a critical issue threatening the survival of the world, became a source of resources after the emergence of superhumans who could close them, and the reorganization of order under Eun and Ainhardt.

-A source of resources.

New energy, new minerals, and other resources that changed the world flowed out from there.

Even though the world experienced conflict and fear under the rule of Eun and Ainhardt, the reason why most people could feel abundant in their daily lives was because of that.

But as the gates disappeared, the things that had made them abundant disappeared.

-Conflict.

Even though they were those who had lost their power, they began to fight again for other reasons.

And their battlefield was…

-Igdrasil.

It was natural that Igdrasil, the only remaining gate-type dungeon, became their battlefield.

In any case, in the changed world, Ainhardt, with the help of the dragons, was at the forefront.

The Ironclad Knights were a top-tier knight order even within the reorganized knight system of Ainhardt.

And they were swept away in an instant.

Gulp.

What was even more surprising was.

“The tree….”

“The forest is intact?”

Even though the Ironclad Knights were wiped out, the only damage was the overturned earth.

Other than that, it was as quiet as if only the wind had passed by.

Step.

The sound of footsteps.

That made Shim Il-soo come to his senses.

“……!”

This person.

This person who created this miraculous sight, this person.

Words like legend were not enough to describe him…

-Shinma [a title meaning ‘Divine Demon’].

He realized that this was the moment when Rowoon had finally returned.

“It seems there have been bigger changes than I thought.”

At Rowoon’s words, Shim Il-soo quietly nodded.

But what was important now was not that.

He was momentarily stunned by the amazing sight, but he realized what their situation was now.

“S-Shinma, I beseech you!”

The great, the great ruler.

Shim Il-soo knelt and pleaded to Shinma.

“Battles are taking place in other districts! Their situations are not good either! If it’s alright with you…”

Shim Il-soo raised his head and shouted.

“Could you save them?”

Before the Great Cataclysm, before the Great Cataclysm.

Many people prayed and begged to the god they believed in and relied on.

‘Please have mercy on us.’

‘Save us.’

‘Please…’

Please.

They had begged desperately, but in the end, they had not been saved.

That kind of salvation.

“Please…! I beg you!”

Shim Il-soo was doing it again now.

“They are like family to me! No… !”

In the battle taking place in the 18th District…

“My son is fighting!”

Shim Il-soo’s son, Shim Jae-seok, was fighting.

In an unfavorable war situation, he had no choice but to send his son out, and he himself had to jump into the jaws of death.

It was something he had done with the resolve to die, but if a lifeline appeared.

He had no choice but to grab it!

“I beg… you.”

God does not grant wishes.

Because he claims to be everyone’s god, he cannot give special favors to only one person.

So.

“Where is it?”

This person is not everyone’s god.

At least.

“I will guide you…!”

He is his god.

* * *

Shim Il-soo was quickly guiding them through the forest.

The troops were moving according to his guidance, and…

Swoosh.

Rowoon.

At first, he was just happy at the thought of being able to save his son.

But soon, as his head cooled down, he realized how foolish he had been.

“S-Shinma.”

Shinma, Rowoon.

He was the one who had disappeared from the Shaolin Temple five years ago.

He didn’t know what that time meant to him, but one thing was certain: he had returned now.

Thud.

Shim Il-soo stopped.

“I was foolish.”

The Shinma who had returned after five years.

He had become his god, but before that, he was the leader of the Shinma Alliance and a god.

How great was his absence?

What had happened because of his absence?

He had just returned.

‘If he overexerts himself and has problems with his body…’

If he had any problems due to repeated battles…

Gulp.

That would be something he couldn’t handle, and as one of the followers of the Shinma Alliance, it was something he shouldn’t do.

“My son will fight well.”

“……?”

“I cannot create a situation that would put a strain on Shinma’s body.”

Shim Il-soo bit his lip.

“I will guide you to the main camp… to the 1st District.”

It was when Shim Il-soo, who had made up his mind, was about to change direction.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Rowoon’s voice sounded as if he was dumbfounded.

“More has changed than I thought. I was going to take it easy, but I need to hurry.”

It was that moment.

Whoosh.

A wave was rising from Rowoon’s body.

“The reason I didn’t hurry was…”

Rowoon’s voice was heard slowly.

And the moment that followed.

“Because I already knew your son would be safe.”

Whoosh-!

With a feeling as if all space was being sucked in, Rowoon’s voice was heard clearly.

The feeling of the wind touching his body was different.

The temperature, the feeling of the earth’s surface, too.

So he could realize it.

“Huk!”

Before Rowoon’s words were even finished, he was in a completely different space.

He had arrived at the 18th District he was guiding them to.

And.

“H… Huk… Ugh…”

A surprise that made him feel like he was going to stop breathing.

Kuuuuu!

They were emitting an aura that made his body tremble just by standing there.

Such beings, one, two, ten… a hundred…

No.

“W-What the hell are those…!”

Tens of thousands.

Also, their appearances were not like humans or elves at all.

Complete monsters.

They resembled the demonic beasts and monsters that had poured out of the gates in the past, and also…

‘Demons!’

They resembled the demons of Gehenna [a hellish realm] that Ainhardt and Eun had to join hands to fight.

At that moment.

Whoosh.

The wind blew.

“……!”

A white-haired young man and a knight with a covered face appeared before his eyes.

Looking at the two of them.

Clench!

Shim Il-soo, the martial artists, and the elves grabbed their weapons.

‘We must protect him.’

The reason they could muster courage even in the face of such great power was to protect Rowoon.

But at the sight that followed, Shim Il-soo widened his eyes again.

He was picking his ear, the white-haired young man, in a way that was so out of place with his appearance and aura.

“Why are you so late?”

“There was a slight misunderstanding.”

Also, the man spoke comfortably to Rowoon.

“S-Shinma.”

He had to know.

Whether it was a threat or not.

“Who is this…?”

He spoke respectfully, watching Shinma answer.

“Partisan.”

“Partisan…?”

“He’s a dragon.”

He held his breath.

“My king, Partisan said that they were the king’s enemies, so I annihilated them.”

He turned his gaze while holding his breath.

“Did I make a mistake…?”

“No.”

Rowoon looked at the battlefield.

It seemed that Partisan, who was connected to his mind, had grasped the general situation and moved first.

Also, unlike Forzia, who had never been involved in Earth’s affairs, Partisan knew the general situation.

The enemies who had fallen and disintegrated seemed to be those who had turned against the Shinma Alliance.

“……”

The martial artists and elves who seemed to be dead while standing were alive and trying to grasp the situation.

“H-Huh, hic. W-Who is this…?”

Shim Il-soo asked, still glaring.

He couldn’t even tell if his voice was coming out even though he wasn’t breathing.

“Forzia, a demon of Gehenna.”

And.

“Father!”

Hearing the voice of Shim Il-soo’s son, Shim Jae-seok, running from afar, Shim Il-soo died while standing.

No, he fainted.

* * *

Rowoon’s expression was not good.

Shim Il-soo’s son, Shim Jae-seok.

What Partisan and Forzia, the demons of Gehenna, had annihilated as enemies of the Shinma Alliance.

“……”

It wasn’t the Ainhardt Knights.

They were not monsters with human appearances, elves, or humans.

They were clearly human.

And that too.

“Players.”

Players.

The situation was that the residents of Earth were attacking Igdrasil.

If they were Westerners, he could have thought that they were players who were colluding with Ainhardt or under their control.

But they were East Asians.

They seemed to be Koreans like him.

“How did this happen?”

Rowoon turned his gaze and said, looking at Shim Il-soo.

Players.

And if they were Korean players.

“Why are they attacking Igdrasil?”

At least, this shouldn’t have happened.

Looking at Rowoon, who was frowning, Shim Il-soo couldn’t speak.

He just bowed his head quietly and trembled.

“Chief Shim is skilled, but his courage is not very good at times like this.”

A voice was heard at that time.

“I will explain it to you.”

Where Rowoon turned his gaze.

“Welcome back, Shinma.”

Hase-min was standing there.