Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 130

The Three Kings’ Disciple (131)

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“Do you think I’ll answer!”

The player, his hair grabbed, shouted.

His comrades were already engulfed in flames, reduced to ashes long ago.

With bloodshot eyes, he glared at Lee Ro-woon, burning with hatred.

“You don’t have to answer with that mouth.”

Those languid eyes.

Twitch.

They were devoid of any emotion, making him feel terrified.

In that moment of fear.

Flash.

Red light burst from Lee Ro-woon’s eyes.

In the blazing fire, the player’s eyes gradually began to lose their focus.

Just like the Wudang martial artist, blood spurted out, seeping into the flames.

‘Blood Soul Extraction Technique.’

The information seeped into Lee Ro-woon, the owner of the red-burning eyes.

What he had obtained from the Wudang martial artist and what he had obtained from this player.

Thud.

The information was compiled into one, and a rough summary was made.

The player fell to the ground.

“Release us!”

The Wudang martial artist shouted.

“We must perform the exorcism ritual immediately!”

They cried out as if in despair.

“Otherwise….”

“Otherwise what?”

Lee Ro-woon said, looking at the Wudang martial artist.

“The demonic energy….”

The face of the Wudang martial artist, who was shouting, gradually contorted.

“How… ?”

The players who had attacked the Wudang martial artists were not ordinary players.

They were demonic spirits, imbued with demonic energy.

Therefore, if the demons were not purged through an exorcism ritual, they would explode immediately after death.

However, no change occurred in the player’s body, which should have already exploded.

Wriggle.

“He’s alive.”

The player was alive.

“And….”

The flames that bloomed in Lee Ro-woon’s hand.

They flickered beautifully, as if bewitching a person.

“It’s true that demonic energy has taken root.”

“Just who are you….”

The Wudang martial artists stared at Lee Ro-woon in shock.

They had felt the enormous demonic energy hidden within those beautiful flames.

And another one.

“The demonic spirits… must not be left alive….”

A strained voice continued.

“Mu-baek!”

The Wudang martial artist who had been hit by Lee Ro-woon’s Blood Soul Extraction Technique spoke, not even wiping the blood flowing from his mouth.

“If they go out into the world….”

Those who had been hit by the Blood Soul Extraction Technique were all alive.

“Everything’s been sorted out nicely.”

Baek Cheong and Ha Se-min returned just in time.

“Something….”

“Is strange.”

It seemed that Baek Cheong and Ha Se-min also felt something was off.

“I let them go because I felt like I shouldn’t see the end of it.”

“I feel the same way.”

As martial artists who had reached the level of a master, they trusted their ominous feeling and let them go.

“You did well.”

It was the right choice.

Lee Ro-woon nudged the player who had fallen to the ground.

“Kkeueung….”

The player groaned at the bizarre sensation of his soul being pulled out.

Lee Ro-woon forcibly lifted him up and said.

“Here….”

Lee Ro-woon said, looking into the player’s eyes.

The information that filled his head.

“I never thought I’d see traces of the Heavenly Demon Church.”

The name he found there.

The Heavenly Demon Church.

The faces of both the Wudang and the player changed at that name.

***

Both the Wudang and the players were hiding something.

The Wudang’s blockade of Guangzhou and the Sword Dance were not just simple massacres.

And here were the players.

‘Yellow Turbans.’

These people, using an old name, were the righteous army of the Guangzhou region.

However, their nature was different from Lee Shin-woo’s Qing Army or the Red Devil’s Red Army.

For example.

‘A religious group.’

They were continuing their struggle under some fanatical belief.

“Do you know anything about the Yellow Turbans?”

He asked Baek Cheong and Ha Se-min, who were the most knowledgeable about China’s affairs.

“I’ve never heard of them.”

Neither had Baek Cheong.

“I’ve heard of a righteous army group in Guangzhou. However, I don’t know the details.”

Even Ha Se-min of the Black Market didn’t know about them.

That meant the Yellow Turbans were very secretive and hidden.

Throb.

The information he had taken with the Blood Soul Extraction Technique.

The information they had was too limited.

‘The information from Geum-gae hasn’t been organized yet.’

The information from Geum-gae was too vast in Lee Ro-woon’s head, so it hadn’t been organized yet.

“Ha Se-min and Baek Cheong, take the Wudang martial artist and go to the Wudang territory.”

Lee Ro-woon said, looking at Ha Se-min and Baek Cheong.

“We haven’t killed the Wudang martial artist, so we should be able to talk to them.”

Although it was known that the Wudang had killed all visitors so far, according to the information taken from the martial artist named Mu-baek, it was a little different.

“Hide as much as possible until I get there, and if you get caught….”

Lee Ro-woon said, looking at Mu-baek, who was just starting to recover.

“They’ll protect you.”

A face that seemed to be waiting for an answer.

“I will repay… the grace of saving my life.”

Mu-baek nodded.

“But I can’t be sure.”

He couldn’t be certain because he knew the situation of the Wudang.

“They’re not people who will die in vain, so you don’t have to worry about them. Just follow the instructions. If you don’t….”

“Kueup.”

Mu-baek clutched his head.

“It won’t end with just your life.”

Shudder.

Mu-baek was trembling all over.

It wasn’t because of the pain.

“I… understand.”

While being subjected to Lee Ro-woon’s Blood Soul Extraction Technique, some shallow information about Lee Ro-woon had also seeped into him.

A glimpse of Lee Ro-woon’s true nature.

That was what he was feeling fear about.

“And me and Bondeno….”

Lee Ro-woon kicked the player again.

“We’ll follow this guy.”

A righteous army group called the Yellow Turbans.

However, he had confirmed the name of the Heavenly Demon Church deep within their minds.

Perhaps both the Wudang and the Yellow Turbans had deep connections with the Heavenly Demon Church.

Especially, the Yellow Turbans were more closely related to the Heavenly Demon Church.

“Understood.”

“Okay.”

At the replies, Lee Ro-woon lifted the player with a cold gaze.

“Kkeueung.”

Unlike Mu-baek, he was still unable to escape the pain.

Lee Ro-woon began to move with him and Bondeno.

* * *

“…….”

Bondeno’s expression was not good.

Lee Ro-woon was walking ahead.

The player was following behind him.

Bondeno was at the very back, but Lee Ro-woon could tell his discomfort.

“…….”

In silence, Lee Ro-woon stopped.

“If you have something you want to ask, ask me.”

Lee Ro-woon said, seeing Bondeno’s uncharacteristic behavior.

“It’s just….”

Bondeno finally opened his mouth.

“I was wondering if it was really necessary to kill the players.”

That seemed to be Bondeno’s concern.

“You spared the Wudang, but you killed all the players.”

That difference.

It was a question that Bondeno had had since he met Lee Ro-woon again.

Lee Ro-woon was a player in the past, and he was also a person who had his own sense of justice.

That was why he had been drawn to his actions, saved him, and became his friend.

However, the Lee Ro-woon he had met again had changed a lot.

The biggest change was that he was no longer a player but a martial artist.

‘Martial artist.’

Bondeno, who had felt most keenly what kind of people they were, was worried that Lee Ro-woon would become like them.

“You don’t have to worry about it.”

But Bondeno regained his original expression.

“You must have your own reasons.”

Because Bondeno knew Lee Ro-woon well.

“You had a reason, right?”

He didn’t think that Lee Ro-woon had become a martial artist who committed massacres.

“What if I don’t have a reason?”

At Lee Ro-woon’s question, Bondeno bit his lip.

But he smiled again and said.

“I still believe in you.”

In the past, Bondeno had saved Lee Ro-woon.

But this time, Lee Ro-woon had saved him.

A past connection.

Lee Ro-woon had stepped forward for that connection.

He decided not to doubt him.

He was just curious now.

“I like that side of you.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. I’m not into guys.”

“I’ll kill you?”

A faint smile appeared on each other’s lips.

Lee Ro-woon changed his expression.

“Guangzhou.”

The sight of Guangzhou, which had become a ruin.

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, the image of Guangzhou was clearly drawn in Bondeno’s mind.

“It wasn’t the Wudang’s doing.”

“……!”

The sight of Guangzhou, which he had naturally thought was the Wudang’s doing, was not their doing?

“Could it be….”

“That’s right.”

Lee Ro-woon turned around.

Twitch.

The Yellow Turban player, who had been walking quietly, twitched.

“It’s these bastards.”

The languid gaze turned fierce.

He had no affection for Earth, nor any love for humanity.

Even so, there were things he couldn’t stand.

Things like Geum-gae.

‘Hypocrites.’

Those who believed they were good and justified all their actions.

“Shall we kill them?”

Bondeno’s voice.

Twitch.

The player trembled at that.

“No, not yet.”

“Okay.”

In the playful conversation between friends, the player who was caught in the middle was trembling like livestock being dragged to the slaughterhouse.

However, what Lee Ro-woon couldn’t stand even more, though he didn’t tell Bondeno, was.

‘The Heavenly Demon Church.’

It was because he had found the name of the Heavenly Demon Church in this bastard’s mind.

His master’s legacy.

If they had committed all these acts in that name.

“Is….”

The player now quietly spoke, having understood everything.

“Is there… a way to live?”

That was how it was.

When death was right in front of them, humans were said to be prepared for death, but even if they moved a little away from the shadow of death, their desire to survive soared.

It was that belief and determination that actually moved humans further away from death.

At the player’s words.

“No. There isn’t.”

Lee Ro-woon said firmly.

* * *

Saaa.

The flow of air changed.

‘The Wudang territory.’

He could intuitively sense that this place was not far from the Wudang territory.

The Wudang’s gate was always open, so the energy within it seeped out and spread into the world.

The Wudang territory would be full of energy, so this place, which was not far from it, also had a different air.

“…….”

The player didn’t guide the way.

Lee Ro-woon already knew everything.

The player had a resigned look on his face, but.

Gulp.

Even so, he didn’t give up on a sliver of hope.

‘There are comrades hiding in the headquarters, avoiding the Sword Dance.’

Even if this man was a monster-like strong person.

‘The Yellow Turbans are never weak.’

He didn’t think that he could win against his numerous comrades.

Especially….

‘That person is also there.’

One of the three generals was at the headquarters now.

An unranked person who was not on the rankings.

But he could be sure.

‘Heavenly level.’

The general was one of the strongest among the high rankers, and he was one of the best who could compete with the heavenly level martial artists.

How many of the Wudang’s Malco Taoists [a term for Wudang disciples] had he beaten so far?

Why was the Wudang struggling so much?

“……….”

It was all because of the three generals.

The three generals were that powerful, and they were their commanders.

But suddenly, a question arose.

‘But….’

The man who knew the way to the headquarters even though he hadn’t said anything.

‘Really….’

This man, who hadn’t even revealed who he was, and who knew their identity, which the Wudang was trying so hard to hide.

The existence of the Yellow Turbans and even the Heavenly Demon Church.

‘Could he not know?’

Could he not know that fact?

As that question arose, a chill ran down his spine.

If this man knew everything and still came here.

“Luckily, they’ve come out to greet us.”

A terrible thing would happen.

Sssueuk.

Shadows fell in various places in the ruined building forest.

At the very front.

“He doesn’t seem to be a Malco Taoist.”

One of the three generals of the Yellow Turbans, the Artificial General, was standing there.