Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 275

The Philippines had suffered immensely during the past world invasion.

Its population was divided.

The environment was poor.

Due to the preservation of nature, the invading monsters found ample hiding places, constantly tormenting humans.

Consequently, many islands in the Philippines became monster-infested lands, turning into death zones that remain dangerous even now.

However, there were also places where humans had triumphed.

Among them:

-Luzon Island.

Luzon Island, where Manila, the capital of the Philippines, is located, could be considered the mainland and had achieved near-perfect defense.

Luzon Island had repelled the swarming monsters and erected a barrier.

And….

Saaah!

Now, a part of that barrier was being peeled away.

It was such a rare occurrence; the barrier of Luzon Island had been breached less than five times so far.

It had only happened when disaster-level or higher monsters had appeared.

Moreover.

Weeeeng!

The alarm was ringing belatedly.

The warning sounded only after the peeled-off barrier had returned to its original state.

“Hurry-!”

The sects and guilds located on Luzon Island were urgently declaring a state of emergency and mobilizing.

“What’s going on!”

“It’s an invasion!”

“An invasion?”

Weeeeng!

The alarm was blaring throughout the city.

“Isn’t there still some time?”

“They’re already here!”

The martial artists and players, hurriedly grabbing their weapons and piling into jeeps, were shouting.

“They’ve already landed!”

Only then did their faces turn pale.

Weeeeng!

The situation unfolding now was exceptional, even among the few incidents where the barrier had been breached.

Usually, the previous incidents occurred when the barrier was in danger of being breached by an attack.

Unlike now.

“What!”

It wasn’t that the enemies had landed after the barrier had already been peeled off.

“No, but what the hell has landed!”

A desperate voice.

Drrrng!

The jeeps that had been started in advance began to move rapidly.

Helicopters followed in the sky, and soldiers were also moving urgently, having been called in.

“I don’t know….”

Far away.

“We don’t know what’s coming either.”

There was a red, blood-colored mist.

Everyone could sense it.

That was where the enemies had landed.

“Damn it.”

This enemy was more formidable than any before.

“What the hell has landed….”

It was something they could never stop.

Thirty-odd jeeps and nearly one hundred and fifty martial artists and players.

Behind them, the procession continued, and even the troops that adorned the sky.

Weeeeng!

Everyone was tense as they plunged into the blood-colored mist.

“The Bloodless Gate….”

The martial artists, divided among several vehicles, amplified their voices with internal energy and spoke.

“We’re going in too.”

The martial artists of the Bloodless Gate, located in Luzon, nodded and gripped their weapons.

And.

Saaah!

It was the moment they threw themselves into the blood-colored mist.

Kooong.

A feeling that constricted the heart.

Everyone’s gaze turned to one place.

* * *

The siren that was ringing in the city did not reach the port of Luzon.

The blood-colored mist that was blooming everywhere was clearly acting like a barrier, separating the outside from this place.

Squeak!

The cars stopped with a screech of brakes.

The martial artists had already jumped out before the cars stopped and were running.

The players were the same.

“Lead the way.”

Whether it was Einheart or Eun, the roles of the players were always similar.

A shield.

They were thought of as scouts who could discern the danger in advance when throwing themselves into danger.

Nevertheless, the players ran without complaint and stopped at some point.

“Halt.”

The martial artists gave the order and stopped for a moment.

It seemed they had judged that there was something wrong with the players stopping.

“What’s the matter?”

The one who seemed to be the leader shouted.

“…….”

There was no answer.

“I asked what’s the matter!”

He shouted once more.

However, the players who were standing blankly in the distance were just standing there like wooden puppets, without answering or moving.

“Damn it.”

It was clear that something had happened.

“Everyone, activate your protective qi and protect your bodies with internal energy!”

There was no other way now.

They had no choice but to move directly.

Wooong!

Blue qi instantly enveloped the martial artists.

“Pour internal energy into your divine weapons.”

They also poured internal energy into the divine weapons they were holding or wearing, and activated them.

Blue mist was emitted, and it began to push back the blood-colored mist little by little.

The amplified internal energy, with the power of the divine weapons, began to resist in a materialized form.

“Advance.”

They moved forward in formation, maintaining their ranks.

The breaths and heartbeats of the players who had already stopped could be heard.

Nod.

The martial artists had already judged that they were dead.

“I’ll lead the way.”

The one who seemed to be the leader stepped forward, and as he passed by the players.

“……Leader?”

He also stopped.

“Leader!”

What on earth was happening?

It was then.

Unlike the players who couldn’t even open their mouths, the one who was leading the martial artists.

“Ah.”

He sighed softly.

The figures that could be seen in the distance.

That was it.

That was what was constricting his heart and stopping his steps.

The blue energy that was resisting.

Crunch, crunch.

It was being gnawed away by the blood-colored mist.

It was penetrating into the bodies of the martial artists, flowing along the acupoints.

“Kuh!”

It constricted the dantian [the energy center in the lower abdomen].

This was it.

“Don’t… move.”

“Leader, are you alright….”

“Don’t move!”

He shouted.

“If you move….”

He said.

“Your dantian will be destroyed.”

“……!”

Everything stopped.

For a martial artist, the most precious thing, more precious than life, was the dantian.

Only then did the martial artists slowly realize and shut their mouths.

Already….

“It’s too late…. Damn it.”

The blood-colored mist had seeped into their mouths and skin, reaching up to their dantians.

The protective qi that had been protecting their bodies had long since disappeared.

Everyone held their breath and just stared with wide eyes.

Thud.

The sound of footsteps could be heard.

Thud, thud.

The footsteps of dozens were approaching as if they were one.

They could tell just from that.

‘They’re not monsters.’

The opponents were not monsters.

These footsteps were the footsteps of a martial artist who had learned and mastered martial arts.

They could also tell.

‘Experts.’

And that too….

“Da…mn…it….”

They were experts who had undergone unimaginable training.

Thud!

It was clearly the sound of dozens of footsteps, but it sounded as if it were one.

Maintaining the same stride, speed, and formation, without the slightest disruption.

Many sects train for this, but few actually reach this level.

If one had to say….

-The Nine Great Sects.

It had to be at that level.

Or rather, to be precise.

-Their Chief Disciples.

Even within the Nine Great Sects, only special groups with aptitude for harmony and continuous attacks were capable of this level.

They were capable of the same stride and movement.

That was no different from the fact that they could form a formation as if they were one body, and create a battle array.

Such martial artists, as if dozens had become one body.

As if dozens were one martial artist.

Kooong!

They felt like giants.

Thud.

The footsteps subsided and stopped.

And only then did the figures that had been seen in the distance become clear.

‘They’re not monsters.’

Their expectations were not wrong.

They were.

“Martial artists….”

The intruders who had broken through the barrier of Luzon Island were martial artists.

There seemed to be about a hundred martial artists.

They were wearing neat martial uniforms, and the color was….

-Deep blood-red.

They racked their brains.

Which sect in Eun had such uniforms and colors?

There were quite a few sects that wore red uniforms, but where was the place with such style and elegance?

It must be a sect with a deep history and tradition.

Goooh!

Their aura was heavy and sharp, beyond easy comprehension.

Where could it be?

-The True Blood Sect?

Thoughts chased each other.

-The Natural Enemy Sect…?

Where could it be?

But no matter how much they thought, the answer did not come.

No one in Eun had any reason to invade Luzon Island in this way.

Saaah.

Moreover, they did not have the ability to create such a blood-colored mist.

Goooh!

None of them were capable of subduing them in an instant.

Gulp.

Then, a name flashed through their minds.

The martial artist carefully looked at the opponent again.

The characteristics of these people were not only their blood-red uniforms.

The masks that covered their faces.

That was also their characteristic.

They were wearing masks that were distorted like the shapes of evil spirits.

The Bloodless Gate, which had a fairly long history and was used in the council, even if not at the core.

They had a deep relationship with Jeomchang, and they knew quite a bit about the long history of Eun.

That was why a name flashed through their minds.

“You are….”

He asked cautiously.

“Who are you?”

He was barely circulating his internal energy, protecting his dantian, and using that moment of respite to ask.

“Why… are you here?”

He asked.

Thud.

The sound of footsteps was heard again.

The one standing at the very front was walking out.

A tall height, a sturdy physique.

A man wearing a mask of an evil spirit that was more terrifying and ferocious than anything else.

Everyone looked at him.

* * *

He was conflicted.

He had now made it clear who he was and what he would represent.

However, he would not move foolishly.

He would not use that name yet.

That time would be.

‘When that person reveals themselves.’

That was when he would bring out that name.

The world did not need to know about that name yet.

Also, he would make the best use of the many names and forces he possessed, and create the situation.

‘Subduing them with force is the easiest.’

It would be easy to engulf the world in the flames of war and purify it.

Blood and blood.

Corpses and corpses.

That would be enough.

But that would leave nothing behind.

Originally, he didn’t care what happened to this world, but now it was different.

It had filled his heart a little.

So, he carefully chose a name.

One of them.

“You are….”

He recalled that name.

At first, that name was created for a simple reason.

Just to symbolize.

“You are….”

But that name soon took on another meaning.

As a name of slaughter.

“Who are you?”

Once again, that name took on a different meaning.

Saewoe [Outsiders].

Those who were located outside the fortress, away from the center.

In the history he had learned, they were portrayed as having been chased out and hidden, but that was not the case in reality.

To not affect the center.

And also, to prevent external invasions.

They shed blood and piled up corpses.

Saewoe?

No.

They were the ones who belonged inside the fortress, no, they were the fortress itself.

One of those names.

“Who are you to be!”

Lee Ro-woon stood in front of the shouting man and looked at them.

Numerous sects.

Numerous guilds.

And the martial artists and players who belonged to them.

What were they thinking, and what intentions did they have as they lived?

In the past, he had wanted to understand them.

And when he returned, he had stopped trying to understand them.

But now it was different.

‘As I want.’

There was no need to understand them, nor was there a need to ignore them.

He just needed to give them something new and make them build something new.

So, he spoke the name he had chosen this time.

“I am.”

Red light flowed from within Lee Ro-woon’s evil spirit mask.

“Blood Demon.”