Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 285

The bound enemy soldier waited, receiving cold stares.

Having set foot among the enemy forces, they believed they could die at any moment and were indifferent to death. However, the reality was different when death was imminent.

Especially when it wasn’t a swift death by a blade, but a fate of anxiously awaiting a death sentence.

*Gulp.*

The man also genuinely wanted to live.

The desire to escape.

And the opportunity to fulfill that seemingly impossible wish had arrived.

‘It’s an opportunity.’

An opportunity he couldn’t miss.

That’s when it happened.

*Swish.*

The countless Blood Cult members began to step back.

*Swish.*

They took a respectful posture, either clasping their hands or bowing their heads.

*Gulp.*

The enemy soldier swallowed again.

‘Is it him?’

Has the real one appeared?

Even as a member of the enemy forces, it was his first time seeing him in person.

Expectation, tension, and excitement filled his chest.

“Lower your head.”

One of the cultists roughly pressed down on the enemy soldier’s head, but the enemy soldier yielded without resistance.

*Thud.*

The sound of footsteps finally approached.

“I, I am…!”

The enemy soldier opened his mouth as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“This is Lee Shin-woo, who attends to him directly.”

Lee Shin-woo.

The enemy soldier’s face was filled with despair at that name.

It was a story he had already heard.

One of those who stayed by the Blood Demon, the leader of the Blood Cult.

“The, the Azure…!”

The leader of the Azure Army, Azure Demon Lee Shin-woo.

“How dare you!”

*Slap!*

The enemy soldier’s head snapped around for daring to utter the Azure Demon’s name.

A cultist couldn’t hold back and slapped him.

However, the enemy soldier didn’t care about the pain on his cheek.

Despair was consuming his entire body.

The worst possible scenario.

‘If the Azure Demon appears…’

He would die.

The Azure Demon and the Crimson Demon.

He was in a position to know better than anyone about the relationship between the Azure Army and the Crimson Army.

Both were militias that had risen up for liberation and freedom, but due to their different natures and events, they were like enemies.

“Did you really think we would bring him before you?”

A cultist growled at the bound enemy soldier.

“Who do you think you are! How dare you make him come!”

That’s right.

“What do you think you’re going to do…”

He had only hoped it wouldn’t be the Azure Demon.

“That’s enough.”

The cultists shut their mouths at the voice.

It was Lee Shin-woo’s voice.

The enemy soldier quietly raised his head and could see the Azure Demon’s face.

He had seen it in pictures hundreds, thousands of times, but.

“You have information?”

The real person was different from what he had seen in the pictures.

The face that seemed like a monster plotting schemes and manipulating tens of thousands of lives looked like a gentle scholar.

“…….”

“I’ll listen. Is it information that only he should hear?”

“Ah, no, it’s not…”

“Then you can tell me.”

Is that really the Azure Demon?

That’s when it happened.

“There are those who are targeting that guy, no, that person’s life?”

The moment his eyes behind his glasses flickered with blue flames.

The enemy soldier felt like his breath was taken away.

It’s real.

It’s the real Azure Demon.

“I’ll tell you! So please, let me join the Blood Cult!”

The enemy soldier cried out.

“Dozens of enemy soldiers have infiltrated this place to carry out a terrorist attack! There’s even a Blood Demon among them!”

Blood Demon.

Lee Shin-woo’s face contorted once more at that word.

* * *

Murmuring.

The cultists began to stir.

“Looks like there’s someone who messed things up.”

A voice leaked from inside the dark tent.

Since they were on a journey without a fixed destination, the only place for the cultists to rest was in tents like these.

“We need to hurry.”

“…….”

There were two people talking.

But one was silent, and only one spoke.

“Ever since that guy appeared, nothing’s been going right.”

“…….”

“How long are you going to keep your mouth shut?”

The light from the fires lit by the cultists entered the tent, illuminating their faces.

One face was distorted with anger.

The other face was indifferent to everything.

Dead, dull eyes.

A blank stare.

“Do as you please.”

In the end, the man who was talking seemed to give up.

Instead.

*Swish.*

He took out a dagger and cut his palm, drawing blood.

*Drip, drip.*

The drops of blood fell to the ground and began to wriggle like living creatures.

“Now it’s time to prove your worth.”

The man said.

“It’s a repayment for the one who raised you and fed you. You should be happy that you can be of use like this.”

It seemed like the two had known each other for a long time.

“This is your role, and your value.”

*Smirk.*

Then, the man with the dying face twitched his lips.

“What’s so funny?”

“Is this that person’s will?”

A dry voice flowed from the man’s mouth, who seemed unable to speak.

“It’s what you want.”

“…….”

This time, the man who had been asking questions without pause was speechless.

“You say it’s that person’s will, but you know it’s not an order from that person.”

“Shut up.”

“Are you doing what you want and selling that person’s name?”

“I said shut up!”

In the end, the man grabbed the questioning man by the collar.

Eyes burning like flames and rotten, dull eyes.

The contrasting eyes clashed, engaging in a staring contest.

“We can’t leave him alone like this. This is what that person wants.”

“Isn’t it your personal grudge?”

“…….”

The hand that had been gripping the collar loosened.

“It’s resentment for him abandoning you.”

“…Shut…”

“You know?”

The dull eyes spoke.

“It’s not that he abandoned you.”

“……….”

“It was unavoidable. That human made it that way, he… he tried to take care of you until the end.”

“I know.”

The eyes that had been burning with anger calmed down.

But what remained was cold anger.

“But he didn’t come back.”

“…….”

“Whatever it was, he should have come back. He should have saved me. From that hell…”

*Whoosh!*

“He should have saved me.”

Flames began to rise.

This was a signal.

The cultists who had joined the Blood Cult were not listening to any interference or orders from their leader’s group.

So, it was obvious how they would move if an unexpected situation unfolded.

“Aren’t you going to regret it?”

“…….”

“It’s the first time.”

“…….”

“Are you sure this is your choice?”

The voice continued to be heard.

The tent was burning fiercely.

The murmuring outside grew louder.

“You can still turn back.”

“No.”

The man whose face had been distorted with anger.

A smile appeared on his face.

It was somewhat sad and miserable.

“I can’t turn back.”

His face was covered with countless wounds.

His exposed body also had numerous scars.

He slowly began to leave the burning tent.

-You’ll regret it.

The voice was heard until the end.

The man left the tent and looked at the burning tent.

No one was visible inside the already burnt tent.

Not even a single corpse.

*Thud.*

The man walked away.

*Wriggle.*

The blood worm he had created earlier moved and set another tent on fire.

“Fire-!”

“Try to put it out with a skill!”

“It won’t go out!”

Chaos began to erupt here.

Even if they realized his plan, it was already too late.

*Swish.*

The man extended his five fingers.

One.

*KABOOM!*

A huge explosion occurred in the distance, and smoke began to spread.

The bomb prepared here.

-Red Bomb.

Created by the enemy forces, it was made by utilizing the characteristics of a mutant, turning humans into the ultimate bomb.

With just one bomb, it had the power to blow away a city if used correctly.

Of course, a proper bomb hadn’t exploded yet.

This was just.

Two.

A celebratory firework.

A firework shot out to decorate the end.

And when the atmosphere was ripe, the red bomb would finally explode.

That way.

“Everyone who tries to follow him will know.”

The emotions he had experienced.

“Emotions that are useless and should not be desired.”

In the end, he was nothing to that guy.

Three.

Another firework explodes.

“Aaaah!”

People screamed and ran away from the fireworks that were getting closer.

Even so, no one had died yet.

As I said, this was a celebratory firework.

The last moment was the moment he had prepared.

Four.

*KABOOM!*

Flames rose from all directions, forming a barrier-like shape that trapped people.

A fire that could not be extinguished by skills, fire extinguishers, or magic.

-You are unique.

That was a fire that would not go out easily.

-Most people have an obsession with their bodies.

Players who mutated with the power of a mutant.

They usually undergo physical transformations.

That was a characteristic of the mutant job.

Although the name of the job was mutant, there was another name for Kwon Cheol among the enemy forces.

-Blood God.

He is a god.

Because he grants wishes.

Change, evolution as desired.

Players who were oppressed by the martial artists eventually seek stronger power and desire physical mutation.

That’s why they change.

-You are….

And he was.

-The mind, huh.

It was the mind, not the body.

-It will be so.

A unique case different from other enemy soldiers.

His mutation occurred in his mind.

This fire is the proof.

And the enemy forces used this to.

*Whoosh.*

Created the Red Bomb.

-Your pain will be your growth.

Because it was the mind, not the body.

-It’s better to suffer more.

The way to accelerate and strengthen his mutation was to hurt his mind.

That’s how he had spent his days.

*Crack.*

Four of the five fingers he had extended were bent at strange angles.

What remained was the last finger.

And the moment that finger was bent.

“Goodbye.”

He would become the final bomb and decorate the grand finale.

The end.

It was the moment the man was about to bend his last remaining finger.

“Jung Sang-ho…!”

A voice was heard from afar.

“You…! You were alive…!”

A familiar face and voice.

The flickering flames were reflected in his glasses.

*Smirk.*

The man smiled at him.

“Shin-woo hyung.”

Lee Shin-woo.

The leader of the Azure Army.

And that guy’s brother.

“Hyung came first.”

“You….”

Lee Shin-woo’s face was filled with disbelief.

“Stop it.”

“I thought the last face I’d see would be that guy’s.”

“Stop it!”

“In the end, I won’t be able to see that guy.”

“Jung Sang-ho!”

Lee Shin-woo’s figure was rapidly approaching.

‘He’s different.’

In the past, he was treated like a halfwit.

Unlike his younger brother, he was bullied in the orphanage because of his lack of physical abilities.

He was now a full-fledged adult, moving at a speed that no one could match.

‘I’m jealous.’

But what did it matter?

“It’s too late.”

The last finger.

*Snap!*

It bent, and pain was felt.

The pain that filled his mind.

It was full.

*Whoosh!*

It was when the world was about to be dyed red and white.

“Jung Sang…ho!”

Lee Shin-woo’s voice that had been heard.

The moment it stopped.

“Jung Sang-ho.”

Another voice intruded.