Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 243

“……!”

Beopsan couldn’t hide his bewilderment.

‘What on earth is going on?’

An incomprehensible situation was unfolding before his eyes.

Kwaang!

The Blood Monk’s rampage—that was the incomprehensible situation.

The Blood Monk’s rampage itself wasn’t that strange.

However, the power he wielded was demonic.

A power so evil that the entire Murim [Martial Arts World] shunned it.

The sinister energy within that power twisted humans.

“What in the world….”

The Blood Monk had learned martial arts from the Heavenly Demon who appeared in their era.

But that was a false fact.

The Blood Monk, or rather, the talents of Murim.

‘Had already embraced the demonic.’

The most powerful force throughout the ages.

It would be strange if martial artists didn’t covet that power.

In the past, after the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Blood Demon Sect fell, their secret manuals remained, kept within the Alliance, the predecessor of the Assembly.

The Alliance.

-There’s no guarantee that another Heavenly Demon won’t appear. The Heavenly Demon’s power will be sealed, but if such a monster appears again….

The Alliance’s promise.

The oath of the Nine Great Sects and the Five Great Families.

-We must become monsters to hunt monsters.

Thus, research into the demonic began.

-Each sect and family will research separately, and we will share our findings.

Each had their own interests.

Also, because the nature of the power manifested differently, it was decided that each would research separately and share their opinions, rather than researching the Heavenly Demon’s martial arts as one.

Thus, since the days of the Murim Alliance, not the Murim Assembly, Murim had already embraced the demonic.

Years of repeated research.

And.

-The world was divided.

They could no longer share opinions or research.

All they could do was survive.

At the same time, they either abandoned the demonic or researched it further.

The Blood Monk.

Beeeep-!

Before learning the teachings of the Heavenly Demon who appeared in their era, he was already a being who had embraced the demonic.

To suppress the demonic bloodlust, they raised the most righteous and kind-hearted child, taught him Buddhist martial arts, and then overlaid it with the demonic.

That was the result of Shaolin’s research into the Heavenly Demon.

Although the finished product failed to completely suppress the bloodlust, it allowed for normal daily life, and when necessary, the bloodlust could be unleashed to draw out the power of a monster.

The most important thing was.

Beeeep-!

That he could be controlled.

‘Heavenly Demon Flute.’

This strange sonic wave-emitting sound technique was a martial art that suppressed and controlled the Heavenly Demon’s demonic energy.

It had already happened several times that the Blood Monk, who had gone berserk, regained consciousness due to the Heavenly Demon Flute.

Beeeep….

The Heavenly Demon Flute was no longer functioning.

“Master…!”

The Shaolin monks who had come with Beopsan called out to him.

“We must do something!”

The situation was already out of control.

Kwajik!

The number of knights and nobles killed by the Blood Monk had already exceeded two hands.

Moreover.

‘That person.’

The one confronting the Blood Monk.

He knew that he was the host of this party, the Crimson Duke.

The Blood Monk had crossed the line.

“Master!”

He had to choose.

“Either help the Blood Monk!”

Help the Blood Monk and get him out of there.

The Blood Monk was an important figure for Shaolin, but also a great resource for the Assembly.

Although there were teachings of the Heavenly Demon of their era, there were less than five people, including the Blood Monk, who had even roughly grasped those teachings.

Losing him would be a painful loss.

But if that happened….

‘The truce between Eun and Einheart would be broken, and Shaolin would immediately enter the war.’

Shaolin would be the first to face that bloodbath.

Then.

“We must abandon the Blood Monk!”

Abandoning the Blood Monk.

That was also an option.

Side with the Crimson Duke and kill the Blood Monk, or just run away.

“…….”

None of those were easy decisions to make right now.

His mouth was parched.

Even at this moment.

Kwajik!

The Blood Monk’s rampage continued.

“Master, if we delay any longer, we won’t be able to do anything!”

It was time to choose.

“We…!”

Just as Beopsan, who had finally made up his mind, was about to open his mouth.

Pook.

Something that had pierced his back and passed through his chest came into Beopsan’s view.

A large greatsword.

It twisted as it was.

“Kuek!”

It moved as if there was nothing to stop it.

Kwaduk!

Bones and flesh were torn away.

With a dazed face, Beopsan looked to his side.

Tilting.

The world was collapsing.

He could see the Shaolin monks who had come with him being split in half and falling.

That’s why Beopsan could think.

‘I’m going to be.’

In that state.

“I thought you were taking too long to decide, so I helped you. Do you like it?”

At the voice, Beopsan’s eyelids trembled as he looked at the owner.

A face that felt so distant, as if it dominated the sky.

“Don’t worry. I’ll send the Blood Monk soon too.”

This person….

“You….”

Beopsan tried to say something with his last strength, but.

Kwaduk!

Soon, his mouth opened even wider and could not close.

That was the end.

“…….”

Yi Rown, having dealt with Shaolin.

He began to walk forward, his greatsword hanging down.

* * *

“Truly, a monstrous power.”

Red eyes that seemed to be burning.

Although his two eyes didn’t even seem to feel emotions.

Kwaang!

The situation was as intense as could be said.

The moment the Blood Monk’s fist and the Duke’s twin swords met.

Puh-uh-uh-uhng!

A shockwave spread out with a sonic boom.

Whee-ee-eek!

The wind blew.

Whar-reuk!

It caught fire.

Even in that.

Kaang! Kaang!

The Duke and the Blood Monk were clashing.

At first glance, the two seemed to be evenly matched.

It seemed as if the Blood Monk and the Duke were maintaining a precarious balance and continuing a grueling fight.

But in reality, the Duke was slightly more dominant.

Because he was protecting this place and the people inside as much as possible while maintaining balance with the Blood Monk.

If only the Blood Monk and the Duke were in this place, the result would have been different.

Kwaaang!

But gradually, the people were evacuating and disappearing.

Accordingly.

Seogeok!

The Duke also began to have some leeway.

Small scratches began to appear on the Blood Monk’s body, which seemed as if it could not be cut.

The blue flames burning all over the Blood Monk’s body.

That was the power that burned mana.

But the Crimson Duke’s authority.

-The Crimson Circle.

It was the power to burn everything in the world.

When the powers of burning met, what remained was.

Pas-seus.

Only ashes.

However, within those ashes, the Duke’s sword maintained the power to cut down his opponent.

The Blood Monk and the Duke, having created some distance.

“Kueueue.”

The Blood Monk, howling like a monster, was catching his breath, and.

“Hoo.”

The Duke was maintaining his breath with a small sigh.

It was the moment when the two were about to take their stances again and rush towards each other.

Seureuk.

A flickering shadow.

‘When…?’

The Duke’s eyes widened in surprise at the shadow that appeared behind the Blood Monk.

A speed he hadn’t even seen.

And the following sword strike as well.

Pook!

He hadn’t seen it.

The Blood Monk’s chest, which the Duke had barely managed to scratch, was pierced deeply.

The blue flames that the Blood Monk was emitting, the flames that burned mana.

Kkul-reureung.

Were being devoured by the purple flames.

The purple flames flowing from the greatsword that had pierced the Blood Monk’s chest.

It was something of a nature that was above even the crimson flames, which were at the pinnacle of all fire.

“……!”

That was the thought that flashed through his mind.

Thud.

The Blood Monk, who had been rampaging like an unstoppable bulldozer, collapsed and fell.

The muscles that had swelled up as if they would burst were as pathetic as deflated balloons, and his lively appearance looked like a dried-up mummy.

That was.

Seueuk.

The end.

The person who had ambushed and finished off the Blood Monk.

Zeke stood there, his red eyes flickering.

The flames burning in his eyes were so intense that they seemed to destroy and devour anything in the world, but ironically, his two eyes were extremely languid.

That sense of incongruity.

Umjil.

It came to the Crimson Duke like fear.

Jeobeok.

He approached.

“An ambush, it goes against the code of a knight, but.”

The Crimson Duke said in a calm tone.

“Thanks to your help, I was able to finish the job easily. Thanks to you, many of Einheart’s talents will live to see tomorrow.”

He knew that his heart was trembling, and the other party would know it too.

Jeobeok.

Zeke, or rather, Yi Rown, approached even closer.

The Duke tightened his grip on the twin swords he had been holding down.

For some reason, he didn’t feel like this was the end.

And finally, Yi Rown stood in front of the Duke.

He twisted his lips as if he was displeased and said.

“I’ve been had.”

Been had?

What?

It was an incomprehensible statement.

“The one who orchestrated this whole thing….”

Yi Rown’s eyes met the Duke’s.

“It was you.”

Was he talking to him right now?

“I can’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Yi Rown’s sword tip moved and aimed at the Duke.

The Duke tried to dodge and move his twin swords to block the sword.

But the large greatsword, which looked like a pillar of a temple.

Tok.

Was already touching his chest.

“……!”

But it was strange.

The sword didn’t pierce him.

No, it couldn’t.

Hug.

A ripple that arose from his chest.

That was.

-Your role ends here.

That was the last thing the Crimson Duke remembered.

Hwaaaaaak!

The Crimson Duke’s body, where Yi Rown’s sword tip was touching.

It was floating in the air, emitting a thick wave.

“Kuek!”

“Keoeok!”

Groans leaked from the mouths of those who had not yet evacuated.

“Why…!”

A cry.

“The circle…!”

A scream.

And.

Peo-peo-peo-peo-peong!

They began to explode as they were.

The cause was an explosion.

But not by an external force.

Woo-oong!

The bodies exploded because they couldn’t handle the mana supplied to the circle.

At this moment.

Woo-oo-oong!

A massive amount of mana was flowing into the entire Liatz Paris.

The center of it was.

“It’s you.”

It was the Crimson Duke, where Yi Rown’s sword tip was touching.

Yi Rown’s sword gradually moved back.

In the meantime, the Crimson Duke’s head, which had been bent backward, was looking forward again.

Saaa.

His hair caught fire.

And soon.

Taat.

He landed.

The moment he, who had been floating, stepped on the ground with both feet, everything changed immediately.

The hair that had been burning red.

“It was you.”

It had turned into white silver hair, fluttering.

Woo-oo-oong!

Magic circles began to be drawn all around.

Although no one had touched them, the magic circles being drawn in the air could be said to have reached the absolute realm.

The massive amount of mana that had flowed into the hotel.

The mana that even a human with a circle, a Royal Knight, or a mage of the Magic Tower could not handle, had gathered to form a magic circle.

It was a summoning magic circle that he had already seen.

A magic circle that summoned a being beyond even a Balrog.

Jjeo-eong!

Through the broken magic circle, various kinds of humans appeared.

However, they were only taking the form of humans.

Their essence was completely different from humans, they could be called the highest species.

“Dragons.”

Dragons.

To be precise.

-What is going on!

Partisan’s voice echoed in his head.

The guy connected to him must have felt it too.

-Why is the energy of five guardian dragons there…!

Partisan’s voice ended there.

This guy.

“The traitor of the Empire has a lot to say.”

It was the doing of the silver-haired man who had been the Crimson Duke.

He was.

“You are the Emperor’s army.”

The current Emperor of Einheart.