Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 322

The Three Kings’ Disciple (323)

Volume 13, Chapter 23

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Gyeonggi Province was under Eunha’s sphere of influence, a region governed by Eunha.

Most people there lived lives similar to the past, or even better, without any complaints.

However, not everyone was satisfied without complaint.

If someone gained something.

-Someone also loses something.

The forces that had seized various benefits under the Iron Sword Alliance were precisely those people.

As the Iron Sword Alliance collapsed, the core forces of the Iron Sword Alliance were absorbed into Eunha, but those under them or those who had sworn allegiance to them suddenly lost their masters.

Some of them left Gyeonggi Province, but a significant number remained.

This was because their martial arts guilds had opened their doors here, and everything they had built up was here.

Eunha, the new master of Gyeonggi Province, did not harm or discriminate against them.

However.

Crunch.

They were no longer given special treatment.

“Eunha….”

For those who had grown rapidly due to the special treatment of the Iron Sword Alliance, the absence of further special treatment was tantamount to being left behind.

Especially when they saw those who had begged for their lives at their feet now rising above them, there was nothing more infuriating.

“No. The Blood Cult.”

But there was something even more unbearable.

If it were martial artists or sects, they could at least try to understand.

“Today, you are finished.”

To see players being given important positions, and some of them standing above martial artists, was something they could never accept.

However, the power of the name Eunha grew day by day, and they could not surpass its stronghold.

They were contemplating whether to leave Gyeonggi Province as it was.

Then, it was revealed that Eunha was the Blood Cult.

Smirk.

An opportunity had arrived.

“Completely surround Eunha’s guild house!”

Hwang Il-sung, the leader of the Yellow Sky Gate, began to shout loudly.

“We will punish the evil enemies who threaten Eun, and re-establish Eun’s banner-!”

At his command, hundreds, thousands of martial artists began to move.

They had been in Gyeonggi Province, and through that, they had grasped Eunha’s current situation.

‘Right now, Eunha is practically empty.’

The forces were scattered to close the numerous gates that had appeared throughout Gyeonggi Province.

Eunha’s guild house was currently in a state of no man’s land.

In contrast.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

His forces had never been this great before.

The Yellow Sky Gate, which had only been about three hundred strong.

He had been waiting for the right moment, contacting numerous sects.

“Today, the name Eunha! The Blood Cult! Will disappear back into history-!”

Hwang Il-sung shouted.

“And that place….”

One of Hwang Il-sung’s subordinates approached and handed him something.

Hwang Il-sung picked it up without hesitation, raised it high, and shouted.

“Our Yellow Sky Alliance will take it!”

It was someone’s head.

“I will make sure that players will never be able to look us in the eye again.”

The heads of the player guild leaders who had left Eunha were being thrown down one by one.

“You bug-like things. Tsk.”

Those bug-like players who dared to crawl up without knowing their place.

Especially those who thought this was an opportunity with the Blood Cult on the rise, they were worse than bugs.

“Parasites.”

Hwang Il-sung thought they were nothing more than trash, parasites that were eating away at this world.

Smirk.

A smile began to form on his lips.

“Begin.”

As his command fell, martial artists began to move and plant bombs imbued with internal energy [a type of energy used in martial arts].

Places the size of Eunha have solid defenses for their guild houses.

They were protected by numerous formations and things like magic created by this new world.

Breaking through that wall was the first step.

“Detonate.”

As the command fell.

Boom!

The first explosion followed.

“Is that all Eunha has?”

But it didn’t seem to have much impact, as Eunha’s guild house looked perfectly fine.

However, there were still many bombs left.

“Detonate!”

The act of planting and detonating bombs was repeated continuously.

Hwang Il-sung was relaxed and confident.

‘Eunha.’

He knew that they were strong.

But now that they were empty, and with those who shared his goals.

Boom!

Hwang Il-sung was more confident than anyone.

“It seems there’s a limit to the detonating bombs!”

Hwang Il-sung nodded at his subordinate’s shout.

Bombs imbued with internal energy were powerful in themselves, but their limits were clear.

Especially for a group like Eunha.

“We’ll need something more powerful.”

At his words, his subordinates began to bring something.

They were chained and lined up.

They were.

“Red Bombs, was it?”

Bombs made of players.

“This should be enough. Take them to each location.”

Someone who had come to the Yellow Sky Gate.

The new power he had given them.

With that.

Smirk.

“After today, the Yellow Sky Alliance will become the master of Gyeonggi Province.”

It wouldn’t be difficult to destroy Eunha.

* * *

Red Bombs, known to be used by the enemy forces, were bombs with overwhelming power that detonated a player’s system core [the core of a player’s power].

The enemy forces had suffered near annihilation by the Blood Cult, but not all of their remnants had disappeared.

Their greatest weapon.

Clench.

And their greatest power.

Hwang Il-sung thought he had obtained it, and with this power.

“Begin.”

He thought it was the best opportunity to destroy Eunha.

Woo-oong.

Mana [a type of magical energy] and internal energy gathered and began to settle into the players.

“Kuh-euk!”

“Keok!”

Those who writhed in pain.

It was the pain they felt as immense internal energy and mana seeped into their system cores.

That was.

“Save… me…!”

It maximized their negative emotions and created unspeakable destructive power.

Smirk.

Hwang Il-sung didn’t even care about the pain they were feeling.

Players, they cried out that they were humans and people just like martial artists.

But where.

“Can we call butchers humans?”

Those who were called pure martial artists hated those words terribly.

Those of a different kind.

How dare slaves try to stand against their masters?

“Blood Cult, pay for your sins.”

It was clear why the Blood Cult was a group of evil.

Woo-oong!

The players’ faces contorted, and their bodies began to swell.

“Step back!”

Those things were placed on the defensive lines protecting Eunha.

Now, the moment they exploded, the world would change.

“Into the era of the Great Yellow Sky Alliance.”

Thump! Thump!

His heart was pounding.

The Yellow Sky Gate, which had not been part of the mainstream despite being martial artists.

It was the moment they were finally about to enter the mainstream.

“Detonate-!”

The moment the command fell, a grand blaze and explosion should have erased everything.

However.

“……?”

There was no explosion that followed.

“Wh, what? Detonate! Detonate! Detonate!”

Hwang Il-sung shouted again in anger, but the explosion that should have been heard was not.

Instead.

Thud.

The sound of something falling echoed.

The players who had swelled up returned to their original forms and were lying on the floor, panting.

“Wh….”

His martial artists, who should have been guarding them.

“What happened?”

They were only collapsing with their throats slit and their bodies falling apart.

In a fleeting moment.

While Hwang Il-sung was unable to grasp what had happened.

Step, step.

Footsteps echoed.

From Eunha’s guild house, which was clearly blocked, with even the entrance and exit sealed.

Sway.

Martial artists with red eyes were walking out.

* * *

Eunha.

Becoming famous, standing tall, meant receiving that much attention, and it was the same as exposing that much power.

The Mount Hua Sect and the Nine Great Sects of Hainan already knew this fact and were reluctant to show their power, hiding those who could be called their most important forces.

But Eunha was different.

Or so they thought.

-They are just those who have recently appeared.

Those who had not been around for long.

Most people thought that they were a group that had surpassed the great stronghold of the Nine Great Sects, and that they would not have any hidden power to be able to stand in a similar position as the Nine Great Sects.

In Eun, history is power.

Not having heard of the name Eunha meant that it was a measure of how much power they had.

Everything that was shown, they thought that was all there was.

-They are strong. But that’s all.

Overwhelming.

They were not.

But there was something they had been deluded by, buried in the years that Eunha had made a name for itself.

-The Blood Cult.

The name they had revealed now was not Eunha, but the Blood Cult.

Also, the Blood Cult was.

“Kkyaaaak!”

“Don’t fall back!”

“Noooo-!”

Compared to any of the Nine Great Sects, no, they were those with a name and history that were even older.

Thud, thud.

Everything fell and crumbled.

“…….”

Hwang Il-sung was staring at the scene with a blank look.

He knew that the scattered forces of Eunha, the forces remaining in their guild house, were only about a hundred people.

That was not wrong information.

“This is….”

He had just been wrong about the power that those hundred or so people possessed.

“This is ridiculous….”

The forces of the Yellow Sky Alliance, numbering in the thousands.

They were being cut down by only about a hundred martial artists from Eunha.

“This is ridiculous…!”

The Red Bombs he had been confident in had failed, and the martial artists of the Yellow Sky Alliance he had been confident in.

Swoosh-!

They were falling like third-rate fighters trying to challenge first-rate ones.

“This is….”

Only then did he realize the reality.

“This is Eunha.”

The immense power that the name Eunha possessed.

No, the true power that had been hidden behind it.

“The Blood Cult….”

The Blood Demon Cult.

He was feeling the true meaning of that name, which had made a name for itself in that long history and remained a legend, striking fear into the hearts of many even at this moment.

Swoosh!

Hwang Il-sung was feeling it miserably.

“D, don’t fall back!”

It was no use trying to command the martial artists belatedly.

The martial artists with red eyes had no forgiveness or mercy, and the martial artists were trembling, terrified by their vicious cruelty.

In their ears.

“Fight-!”

There was no room for Hwang Il-sung’s words to penetrate.

It was collapsing.

“Ah….”

What Hwang Il-sung had built up his entire life.

And what he had been confident in.

“Aaaaaaah-!”

It was collapsing as it was.

Thousands could not defeat a hundred.

Under one name, everything else was just dust.

Sway.

Red eyes.

Thud.

A sword made of red martial robes and red ornaments.

That was.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!”

It was fear, despair.

Twitch.

Then, Hwang Il-sung’s body twitched.

His reason, which had been severed, Hwang Il-sung could no longer maintain his sanity.

There were two things he had received when he started this.

Red Bombs.

And.

-Kuaaaaaaa!

An alien power.

Hwang Il-sung’s body, which had begun to swell with a loud roar, was similar to the players who had become Red Bombs.

Thud! Thud!

He was not exploding, but transforming.

The form of a monster, not a human.

-Krrr.

When he, who had become a monster with internal energy and martial arts, moved his three divided pupils and looked around.

“Did you try to challenge us with just this?”

A man with a languid face appeared in front of him.