Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1110

“You will all die. Most miserably.”

The Knights’ faces turned ashen.

It was a blatant threat.

Not even that original. It was the kind of line a villain in a comic book would casually throw out.

But it didn’t sound casual.

Because it was crystal clear that Kang Jin-ho’s words were utterly sincere.

Kill them all?

The Knights here?

There were three groups within the Round Table right now.

One was the people at the Round Table itself.

Then there were the Garter Knights, who had been occupying the Round Table from the start to protect it. And finally, the guards that the Knights had brought with them.

The Master hadn’t restricted the accompaniment of guards. That was a right of the Knights that the Master hadn’t yet taken away. Of course, the Knights hadn’t brought a large number of guards, but all the Knights were here now.

Combined, their knightly retinues certainly surpassed the strength of the Garter Knights.

Which meant.

Kang Jin-ho, the Master, and Wiggins intended to kill all the Knights.

It was absurd.

It was a ridiculous threat that would have been laughed off in the past.

But Knight Bellinger couldn’t laugh.

He knew better than anyone that it was possible. The fact that he couldn’t even express his displeasure at such an insulting threat was proof of that.

“What are you doing?”

The Knights snapped their heads up.

“Give the order.”

“…What for?”

“It seems you don’t understand. Find Lee Hyun-soo. If you don’t find him, you die.”

“Th-that…”

They all gaped.

They knew they had to say something, but what could they say?

Unless they were idiots, they could tell. Kang Jin-ho wasn’t someone you could reason with right now.

Wiggins’ eyes gleamed.

‘I see.’

Whether Kang Jin-ho intended it or not, the Knights’ reactions were now clearly divided.

One group grabbed their phones the moment Kang Jin-ho finished speaking. They had no time to waste, as the only way they could survive was to find Lee Hyun-soo.

Among those who hadn’t grabbed their phones, there were some who were fidgeting, trying to do something. They were in this group.

On the other hand…

‘Their eyes are darting around, huh?’

Certain individuals glanced towards Knight Bellinger and Knight Kramer.

A very brief moment.

It was such a short exchange of glances that it would have been impossible to notice if you weren’t paying attention. But Wiggins didn’t miss the change.

And if Wiggins noticed it, Kang Jin-ho probably did too.

‘But knowing doesn’t change anything.’

What Kang Jin-ho wanted was to secure Lee Hyun-soo. If killing them didn’t lead to securing Lee Hyun-soo, he couldn’t move right now.

What should they do?

“It seems you don’t mind dying.”

No sooner had Kang Jin-ho finished speaking than the Knights frantically pulled out their phones. Then they started making calls and shouting.

It was chaos.

The voices were all mixed up, making it hard to understand what anyone was saying. The people on the other end of those calls were probably having a hard time too.

Kang Jin-ho watched the scene calmly.

His gaze swept over the Knights one by one. The Knights who met Kang Jin-ho’s eyes flinched and lowered their heads. Only two Knights didn’t avoid his gaze.

Knight Bellinger and Knight Besley.

Kang Jin-ho crossed his arms and sat down in his seat. Then he lowered his head as if he was thinking about something.

The noisy Round Table gradually began to regain its silence. Those who had given orders to the knights and attendants who had come to England to find Lee Hyun-soo hung up one by one.

Then they swallowed hard and watched Kang Jin-ho’s reaction.

‘It’s over.’

Knight Bellinger smiled. At this moment, he knew for sure.

Even if he were to perfectly execute this plan and push Kang Jin-ho out of the Round Table, the Round Table would never return to its former state.

The reason the Round Table has maintained its form until now is because the Round Table system was powerful enough to block all external forces.

Except for China, there was no one to stand against them. And China was embroiled in internal strife, unable to extend its power outward. So, they were unstoppable.

But that’s no longer the case.

As long as Kang Jin-ho doesn’t disappear, those belonging to the Round Table will never be able to shake off the sense of crisis that a stronger force could target them at any time.

If that happens, this system will inevitably change.

Either evolve further.

Or defect from the Round Table.

They will try to find a way, either way. From this moment on, the Round Table that Knight Bellinger remembers can no longer exist.

So, will he admit defeat now?

‘Absolutely not.’

Even if he gains nothing from this war, now that he’s entered it, he can’t end it by just taking hits.

He has lived his entire life thinking rationally.

So, wouldn’t it be okay to be unreasonable just once?

And if that unreasonable target is Kang Jin-ho, all the better. He’ll never meet an enemy like this again in his life.

Knight Bellinger was prepared to die.

Even if he dies here, he must show Kang Jin-ho the spirit of the Round Table. Perhaps his generation is the last to produce a true Knight from the Round Table.

‘So, don’t even think about threatening me.’

He’s fine with dying.

The fact that he’s going this far means that Lee Hyun-soo has more significance to Kang Jin-ho than he thought.

There’s no need to contact him.

If he dies here, those holding Lee Hyun-soo will kill him. If he can leave an indelible scar on Kang Jin-ho by dying, that’s good enough.

It was then.

Kang Jin-ho raised his head.

“Let’s begin.”

Everyone stared at Kang Jin-ho with dumbfounded expressions.

Begin?

Begin what?

Everything he had ordered had already been carried out.

Kang Jin-ho stood up from his seat and extended his hand forward. His lone index finger pointed at one person.

The person pointed out by Kang Jin-ho flinched and looked at him.

A slight nod.

“Come here.”

Knight Zoltan.

That was the name of the Knight pointed out by Kang Jin-ho.

Knight Bellinger’s eyes widened slightly.

Knight Zoltan was one of those who supported him and Kramer. Could it be a coincidence that Kang Jin-ho pointed him out?

Or is it something else?

“M-me, sir?”

“Come here.”

“I…”

Knight Zoltan hesitated as if he was about to say something, then weakly stood up from his seat.

Then, as if possessed, he turned around the Round Table and began to approach Kang Jin-ho.

Only the sound of Knight Zoltan’s weak footsteps echoed through the hall, which had become so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

The footsteps grew slower and slower.

But no one blamed him. No one could rush in this situation. Where is there a cow that walks into the slaughterhouse on its own?

Finally, Knight Zoltan reached Kang Jin-ho.

Knight Zoltan’s pale face was too painful to watch.

“Why, why me…”

“There’s no particular reason.”

Kang Jin-ho reached out and grabbed Knight Zoltan’s face.

“Gasp!”

There was no resistance.

The moment he was grabbed by Kang Jin-ho, Knight Zoltan realized. Resistance is meaningless. The Kang Jin-ho he had heard about was different from the Kang Jin-ho he had seen. And the difference between the Kang Jin-ho he had seen and the Kang Jin-ho he was experiencing was even more extreme.

There’s no way to even think about resisting. And even if there were a will to resist, nothing would change. The moment Kang Jin-ho’s hand grabbed his face, a chilling energy surged through him. It wasn’t just a physical grasp; it was as if his very life force was being seized.

“Kuh…” Knight Zoltan’s breath hitched, a strangled sound escaping his lips. His eyes widened, reflecting the terror that was now consuming him. He felt a cold dread seep into his bones, a sensation far beyond mere fear. It was the chilling realization that he was utterly powerless against the force that held him. The stories he had heard about Kang Jin-ho, the rumors of his strength and ruthlessness, paled in comparison to the reality he was now facing. This was not the man he had imagined; this was something else entirely, something terrifyingly absolute.

His mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, a loophole, anything to break free from this horrifying grip. But there was nothing. He was trapped, a fly caught in a spider’s web, his struggles only tightening the bonds. The energy that flowed from Kang Jin-ho was not just cold; it was suffocating, pressing down on him, stealing his breath, his strength, his very will to fight. He could feel his own power draining away, leaving him weak and vulnerable.

He tried to speak, to plead, to reason, but the words caught in his throat, choked by the overwhelming dread. All he could manage was a weak, desperate sound, a whimper of despair. He was being consumed, not just physically, but spiritually, his very essence being devoured by the man who held him. The world around him seemed to fade, the faces of his fellow knights, the grandeur of the Round Table, all blurring into a meaningless background. There was only Kang Jin-ho, his face a mask of cold indifference, and the chilling energy that was now his entire universe. He was no longer Knight Zoltan, the proud warrior; he was just a vessel, being emptied, his life force being siphoned away into the void.