Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 288

It was a mysterious and beautiful cluster of light.

Red and blazing white colors gathered, and a bright moonlight settled there, and what was born soon after was a tiny sun.

A sun that seemed to be blazing yet was quietly settled.

Whoosh!

The light brightly illuminated the dark night, pouring out energy in all directions.

Swish, swish, swish.

It devours.

Whoosh!

And it spits it out as light.

That subtle beauty had the effect of making one forget everything just by looking at it.

No one knew how much time had passed.

Those who were looking at the light were staring at it with their souls lost, as long as the light existed.

It was then.

Ripple.

The sunlight began to distort.

Ripple.

The ripple grew larger, creating small cracks.

And the moment that followed.

Crack!

The sun began to split and break, as if it had become an egg.

Brighter light was engulfing everything.

It was as if it was blinding everyone so that no one could look at it.

Slowly, very slowly.

Thud.

The being that appeared from within the cracked sun stepped onto the ground.

The sun that had given birth to it split.

Whoosh!

It began to blaze.

Two branches, and then several more branches.

Like arms, and like wings.

“Ah….”

A sigh from someone began to echo.

“Ahhh.”

And they began to call out to their god.

Those who had begged to become Blood Cultists and joined the Blood Cult.

But they did not truly believe in the Blood Demon.

Most of them believed in the power of the Blood Cult, the power of the Blood Demon, and relied on him.

They had not yet abandoned their faith in the god they had believed in all their lives.

“Ahhh-!”

They thought that god and his messenger were now appearing before their eyes.

The rippling, the light, began to stop.

The light that had brightly illuminated the dark night seeped into the being born from the sun and disappeared.

Now, only he remained there.

“…….”

A man with a languid face.

Lee Ro-woon.

He had black hair, black pupils, and he hadn’t grown taller, nor had his muscles increased, but he stood there looking somehow much more solid.

“Hoo.”

A short breath.

In the breath that Lee Ro-woon exhaled, something like the light that the sun had emitted was mixed in.

It was a success.

‘Another metamorphosis.’

A rare opportunity that even the Silver Warriors might experience only once in their lifetime.

It was something that a fake could never experience, and even if one was real, it was something that only the chosen ones could experience, and that was the metamorphosis.

It could be said that it was like a mere piece of metal being reborn as a divine weapon.

Clench.

He clenched his fist.

Even if they were martial artists of the same level, there was a huge difference between those who had experienced metamorphosis and those who had not.

The amount and quality of internal energy that could be used were different.

Also, it was this metamorphosis that was involved in the overall life.

The highest goal set by the Silver is the same for both the righteous and the demonic paths.

-Ascension to Immortality.

To shed the human form and become an immortal.

For that goal, metamorphosis was the most suitable and necessary process.

-It is to shed the human shell and acquire a new shell.

It was an evolution into a new species.

That was the most fitting description.

Now, Lee Ro-woon was reborn.

The intermediate stage he had aimed for.

-It is something that must surpass both the Blood Demon Body and the Heavenly Demon Body.

He had returned, but he had reached that intermediate stage.

-A new name is needed.

Even though the Martial King teacher had thought about it, he had not been able to achieve it.

-What would be good.

The Martial King teacher had pondered for a long time about the new realm, the new body, and the new constitution.

It was something he could not have, and something that was newly created among his newly acquired companions.

-Yes. That would be good.

The Martial King, Shin Yeo-wool, said with a bright smile.

It was also something that represented his life.

-I poured everything I could, and it is no different from my life itself. There is a place to go, but think of it as a place to stop by before that.

That was the name that was decided.

“Martial King Body.”

In the end, both the Blood Demon and the Heavenly Demon were subordinated under the name of the king.

Under the name of the king, they were merely vassals.

The only king of the Silver.

He who trampled on the empire that existed in the Silver and stood alone.

-Martial King, Shin Yeo-wool.

Beyond what he had, the body he had aimed for.

That was the Martial King Body.

-But remember.

Lee Ro-woon slowly opened his eyes and thought.

-That is also the path you must take.

That there was still something left.

Lee Ro-woon opened his eyes and looked around.

“…….”

The large tent he had been in had disappeared, and the obstacles and living things around him had also disappeared.

As if drawing a round boundary, everything was outside the place where he was newly born.

“Ahhh….”

Numerous people.

Hans looking at him with hope and joy.

‘I’ve never wanted anything like this.’

He had just wanted to do what he could, to show what he could.

But now, it was inevitable.

Thud.

That they belonged to him.

Clench.

The fist he clenched again.

The energy crouching within it.

Whoosh!

As he opened his hand, it stretched out.

That day, what was already being called in the Blood Cult was known to the world.

[The Blood Demon Has Arrived]

That the god of the Blood Cult had completely appeared on this land.

* * *

“Are you okay?”

A voice that cautiously approached and walked over.

Chuckling.

Lee Ro-woon smiled at the voice.

“What are you doing, taking turns?”

The one who cautiously approached was Ha Se-min.

Last time it was Lee Shin-woo who came and asked, and this time it was Ha Se-min.

“…….”

Ha Se-min also looked away, as if embarrassed.

What Lee Shin-woo was worried about was the fact that he had absorbed Jung Sang-ho’s energy.

Because Lee Ro-woon, who had devoured the energy that had almost annihilated the Philippines, and beyond that, a part of the world map, looked precarious.

But what Ha Se-min was asking was something else.

“That’s….”

The thing that happened while solving what Lee Shin-woo was worried about.

“I’m just worried.”

Another metamorphosis, that is.

Those who had witnessed the scene said that it was the grace of God, the manifestation of God, or the descent of a messenger.

But the martial artists were different.

That was….

“I was wondering if you might ascend to immortality and disappear….”

It was a kind of ascension.

The process of becoming an immortal.

That ascension to the Peach Blossom Spring [a mythical utopia], where immortals live, breaking free from the shackles of this world and life.

“Are you saying I’ve become an immortal?”

“……Well….”

“There should be some immortals in the Silver, too.”

Nine Great Sects.

Some of them have immortals.

They rarely show themselves in ordinary matters, but they had appeared a few times when disasters of a calamity level had descended.

The power they had shown was truly overwhelming.

-Nothingness.

An area that could not be expressed in such words.

Literally.

-Transcendence.

The power of those who had transcended something.

But they had solved what needed to be solved and then disappeared.

Even knowing this fact was extremely rare.

“That’s true, but isn’t it different?”

“What is?”

“That side is righteous….”

This side is.

“The Blood Cult?”

“Well, it’s called the Demonic Cult.”

An immortal of the Demonic Cult.

“You don’t know what else might happen, do you?”

Ha Se-min had an unusually worried look on his face.

“Immortals are ultimately those who have transcended. When the Silver was intact, there were rules for them, or….”

Lee Ro-woon knew the answer to some extent.

“In the end, they must have left to reach what they wanted to reach.”

“…….”

“But in the end, they either failed to reach it, or disappeared after giving up.”

A single word.

-Martial King.

They must have wanted to reach that place.

“The Silver was split, and they lost their direction. That’s why they are still involved in the world.”

“Then….”

“There is no such thing as the Peach Blossom Spring. There is only the human world.”

If the place he knew was the Peach Blossom Spring.

‘It would be a hell that I would never want to go to.’

So there was nothing for Ha Se-min to worry about.

“Well, are there no changes like transcending, or losing human emotions? Or….”

Ha Se-min said.

“A demonic immortal, or an uncontrollable urge to kill, or something like that….”

Chuckling.

Lee Ro-woon curled up the corners of his mouth again.

“It’s comfortable.”

Indeed.

Ha Se-min had that kind of expression.

It was not easy to see Lee Ro-woon’s smile usually.

Lee Ro-woon was like a human who was completely exhausted and about to collapse, as if someone was controlling him with a string.

But now, he was just like a person worn out from fatigue.

At least, he had some will of his own.

“It’s just that the shell has become stronger.”

“Then that’s a relief.”

A slightly relieved expression.

“Then are you okay?”

“What are you asking again?”

“Not that.”

At Ha Se-min’s question, Lee Ro-woon looked at him.

Probably.

-Have you now digested that energy?

That was what he was asking.

“If it’s the energy that Sang-ho created, it’s okay to some extent.”

“Ah….”

“Other than that….”

Lee Ro-woon’s complexion darkened.

But Ha Se-min seemed to think that the head he turned to avoid showing it was an answer.

“I understand.”

After speaking, he stepped aside.

It seemed that he was being considerate so that Lee Ro-woon could rest a little more.

As Lee Ro-woon had told Ha Se-min, Jung Sang-ho’s energy was no longer a problem.

Jung Sang-ho’s energy, which had been the size of a building, had been largely consumed in the metamorphosis, and the hardened shell had further compressed and torn apart Jung Sang-ho’s energy, compressing it to the size of a decent mansion.

The problem was.

[Shall I help you?]

It was this guy.

[Whenever you want….]

The voice that appeared before his eyes and was heard in his ears.

Swish.

Lee Ro-woon waved his hand to get rid of it.

Shudder.

The large greatsword hanging on his back, Wrath, trembled.

[You’ll have to give in to some extent, too.]

The guy had seeped into the shell.

* * *

Finally, the long journey seemed to have reached a certain end.

The destination was Manila, the capital of the Philippines, where Jeomchang was located.

And the place where Lee Ro-woon’s procession, the Blood Cult’s procession, had arrived and stopped was Batangas, which was like the entrance to Manila.

Lee Ro-woon had been walking and moving continuously since entering Luzon.

Therefore, it had taken longer than expected, but it could also be said that it was faster than expected because the procession was mainly composed of players and martial artists.

“Waaaah-!”

There had been quite a few things that had happened.

It would have been nice if there had been no battles at all while coming here, but there had been quite a few minor battles, and each time, Lee Ro-woon had not stepped forward.

Merger and absorption.

Defeat and retreat.

After experiencing that repetition, they had stood here.

Woo-oong!

The barrier that was enveloping the entire Manila in the distance was noticeable.

It was said that it was a barrier created by Jeomchang with the help of the council after they had predicted where Lee Ro-woon’s destination was.

A barrier like an impregnable fortress.

Everything that would be hidden behind it.

Perhaps now was the time for the real beginning.

‘It’s the moment to cut it off.’

One thing that was important to him.

It was then.

Woo-oong!

The barrier on the Manila side rippled for a moment, and the movement of something was detected.

And it moved at a fast speed and arrived at close range in a fairly short time.

A loud voice, a voice full of internal energy, echoed.

-I wish to see the Blood Demon!