Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1883

Whish, whoosh.

A cold, sharp wind swept across the top of the tall building.

In the past, such a chilling wind could only be felt on high mountains, but now, feeling it in the middle of the city was both a privilege and a curse for those living in modern times.

On the rooftop of the building, where access was restricted to the general public, stood several men.

They exuded an extraordinary aura, and they began to speak, looking at each other.

“Should I say it’s nice to see you?”

“Cut the frivolous greetings.”

They seemed to know each other, but their words were far from friendly.

“It’s been about ten years, I think. You could at least offer a word of blessing. Your personality hasn’t changed a bit, Poison King.”

“Blessing? Between you and me?”

The one called Poison King bared his teeth, and the man receiving his hostility chuckled softly.

“If we’ve known each other for decades, we could almost call ourselves close.”

“That’s enough to make me sick, so stop there.”

“Alright, alright. Don’t get so angry.”

The one called Poison King frowned.

“Ten years only has meaning for those who live ordinary lives.”

“That’s true too.”

The man nodded calmly.

He turned his head away from the Poison King and looked at the others.

“Have you heard the news?”

“News?”

“The Sword Saint was defeated, I hear.”

“Baek Yeon-hong, that fool.”

The Poison King grinned, showing his teeth.

“I knew he’d get into trouble one day. Ever since that weakling started acting like he was so great.”

However, the others were more interested in the fact that someone had defeated Baek Yeon-hong than in the fact that he had been defeated.

“Who was the opponent? Was it the Demon Lord?” A flicker of interest appeared in everyone’s eyes.

Judging by the situation, it seemed certain that Baek Yeon-hong had been defeated by the Demon Lord, but they couldn’t help but be curious about the process of his defeat.

If they were the ones who had dominated an era, then the Demon Lord was the one who had dominated history.

Could their martial arts even reach him?

Has the Demon Lord fully regained his power in that short time?

However, what they heard was a bit anticlimactic, as their excitement began to wane.

“No. Before the Demon Lord could act, the Black King himself went and captured him.”

“Hmph.”

“What a pathetic fool.”

Some of them waved their hands as if their excitement had cooled down.

“It would have been better if he had died at the hands of the Demon Lord. The Black King wouldn’t have let him off easily.”

“I heard he only got one arm cut off.”

“…He got off cheap.”

Everyone here knew what an arm meant to a martial artist, but if they had to choose between their life and an arm, the choice was obvious.

If paying the price for disobeying the Black King’s orders was just an arm, it was more than cheap; it was practically free.

The Poison King frowned as if he didn’t like it.

“He’s become too gentle. If it were the old him, he would have torn out his bones while he was still alive, gouged out his eyes, and then thrown him to the dogs.”

“Like what happened to you in the past?”

The Poison King’s eyes twisted.

“Keep running your mouth. I wonder when that mouth of yours will get ripped apart, Divine Spear.”

The man called Divine Spear raised both hands and stepped back slightly.

“My apologies. This mouth of mine is too reckless.”

The Poison King exuded killing intent, but he didn’t recklessly charge at the Divine Spear. It wasn’t that the Divine Spear was scary, but he couldn’t act rashly in a place where he had come under the Black King’s orders.

“So, is that cripple not coming?”

“The Black King has ordered him to be confined to his quarters, I hear.”

“Confinement…”

The Poison King clicked his tongue.

Although it was called confinement, the Poison King knew that it was actually a consideration to allow him to recover from his injuries and get himself together.

“It seems the Black King has become a bit sentimental lately, so lenient…”

At that moment, the Poison King shut his mouth. A subtle and chilling killing intent had brushed past his neck.

“Keep talking.”

The Poison King slightly turned his head and looked at a man leaning against the rooftop railing.

“…Blade Demon.”

“You can say whatever you want, but when you speak carelessly about him, you should be prepared to have your head chopped off.”

The Poison King shut his mouth.

None of the Twelve Blades were easy to deal with, but the Blade Demon was particularly burdensome.

The Poison King subtly shifted his gaze elsewhere and changed the subject.

“Divine Spear, Blade Demon, Fist Destroyer, Strange Buddha, Wandering Root.”

The Poison King, having examined each of them, frowned.

“What about the others?”

“Not everyone can gather. Some are busy with their own tasks. The rest will carry out separate missions.”

“Hmph.”

The Poison King snorted as if he didn’t like it.

However, he didn’t have any particular complaints. Even the people gathered here were enough to turn the world upside down, not just the Central Plains [a region in China, often used to refer to the heartland of Chinese civilization].

“So…”

Wandering Root, who had been watching the situation, opened his mouth with a chuckle.

“What do we have to do? Should we rush to Korea and take the Demon Lord’s head?”

The name of the Demon Lord caused a subtle tension to flow between them.

“Of course, I desperately want to do that, but the Black King has not allowed it.”

“What we have to do is to first clean up the Central Plains. We’ll start by cutting off the head of the Red King, who is arrogantly strutting around with the title of king.”

The men’s eyes darkened.

“So that means…”

“It’s the beginning.”

“That’s right.”

The Divine Spear nodded calmly.

“The Black King has declared that the time has come. Now it’s time to put our long-awaited plan into action.”

A strange heat flowed.

Those who had been speaking carelessly, and those who had been quietly watching the situation, all closed their mouths and filled their eyes with an uncontrollable passion.

“It’s been long.”

“Yes, it has been long.”

“Finally.”

It wasn’t something that could be expressed simply as a long time.

They had spent most of their lives waiting, only for this one moment.

A long, long wait.

The time of waiting, which was more difficult to endure than tearing flesh and chewing it, was over, and now the time had finally come for their lives to find new meaning.

“What’s the method?”

“It’s free.”

The Divine Spear shrugged.

“As always.”

Everyone nodded.

The Black King did not limit their methods. As long as they could achieve the result he wanted, it was fine. It was a symbol of the Black King’s trust in them.

“To be more precise.”

Fist Destroyer opened his mouth in a heavy voice.

“Does the Black King want the Red King, or the annihilation of the Red King’s faction?”

“To be precise, it’s to drive the Red King’s faction to a state of being unable to resist.”

The Divine Spear said firmly.

“If that result can be achieved, the method doesn’t matter. But I don’t recommend targeting the Red King directly. If the Red King falls in the absence of the Creation King, we don’t know how the underlings will go crazy.”

“Is it a necessary evil?”

“That’s why they’re still alive.”

The Divine Spear’s lips twisted grotesquely.

“Make sure you understand. It’s not annihilation, but inability to resist. Refrain from unnecessary killings.”

“What if it’s necessary?”

“Is there any need to ask?”

The Divine Spear shrugged.

“I’m just conveying his words. The interpretation is not mine, but yours. Move as you see fit.”

Everyone nodded.

Fist Destroyer opened his mouth again as if there was still one thing left.

“What about the Demon Lord?”

“You wouldn’t be asking because you don’t know, would you?”

“The order hasn’t changed. The Black King has forbidden approaching the Demon Lord. No actions, including provocations, are allowed. If you want to end up like Baek Yeon-hong, that fool, go ahead.”

Fist Destroyer frowned as if he didn’t like it.

“The Red King alone isn’t worth the effort.”

“And it’s unsettling to have a potential enemy behind our backs.”

Some discontented voices were heard.

Then, the Divine Spear warned again in a calm voice.

“Don’t think about it.”

“No, there’s no reason to think about it.”

“How to deal with the Demon Lord is entirely the Black King’s choice. You just have to follow the Black King’s words and move as his dogs.”

The people gathered here were those who had dominated an era.

They were people whose pride could reach the sky. It seemed like an inappropriate thing to say to them, but none of them showed any signs of displeasure.

“We are the Twelve Blades. Our role is to be his daggers, and finally, to achieve his great plan.”

The Twelve Blades slowly nodded.

The determination in their eyes seemed to make the cold rooftop of the building even colder.

“Then move.”

The conversation was enough.

The moment the Divine Spear’s last words ended, those who had glanced at the Divine Spear turned their bodies.

“I hope we meet in another world next time.”

“Then I’ll take your head.”

“Hahaha!”

After glaring at each other once, they jumped off the tall building as if it were natural and disappeared.

Only the Divine Spear and Strange Buddha remained on the rooftop of the building.

“Is there anything else?”

“I have one question.”

Strange Buddha quietly looked at the Divine Spear. The Divine Spear nodded his head low at his clear gaze.

“Anything.”

“Where is the Black King?”

“I don’t know either.”

“Hmm…”

Strange Buddha frowned as if he was a little bothered that the Black King was not joining them at this moment when everything was starting.

“Any complaints?”

“Of course not.”

Strange Buddha put his hands together and chanted a low Buddhist prayer.

“If he has a great cause, what complaints could I have? However…”

“However?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Strange Buddha shook his head and turned his body.

“Take care.”

Without waiting for the Divine Spear’s reply, Strange Buddha walked away from the spot.

‘That unsettling guy.’

He always leaves room for something in his actions. Unlike the other Twelve Blades, who are straightforward because there is nothing to resist.

That’s why the Divine Spear was always bothered by Strange Buddha.

But…

‘Not now.’

He slowly walked to the edge of the rooftop. The endless skyscrapers came into his view.

This was a scene that was too familiar to him.

But at the same time, it was also a very unfamiliar scene.

They were returnees.

They were residents of this place, but also those who had lived in another world. Therefore, they were those who could never blend in with this scene.

“Glory to the Black King.”

The one who saved them was the Black King.

Now that the Black King had begun to move, the world would change. At the end of a bitter wait, they had finally obtained the key to reach the lost paradise.

“Glory to the Black King!”

The Divine Spear, who had muttered in a low voice, stared intently at the bottom of the building before leaping off.

Now…

It was time to start the war.