Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 323

Bang!

Hwang Il-sung’s right arm, grotesquely swollen, burst open.

His arm, which could have crushed even large steel frames into iron balls with brute force alone, was now a mangled mess.

Crack, crack, crack!

Yet, his regeneration, far beyond human limits, rapidly began to knit the crushed and burst flesh back together.

Torn muscles bulged, and new skin stretched over them.

But Hwang Il-sung found no joy in this.

Shudder, shudder, shudder.

He trembled, hesitated, and retreated.

Bang!

He knew the agonizing pain would strike again.

The pain of his arm being torn off completely.

Bang!

It had been a while since his lower body had been blown away, sending him crashing down, his vision spinning.

The pain, which would have ended long ago if not for his incredible regeneration, continued to assault him.

“Ugh….”

It was relentless.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”

He had believed he had gained the power to transcend humanity, to overcome the wall of a martial artist.

He thought this power alone would allow him to stand against the leaders of the Nine Great Sects.

Indeed, Hwang Il-sung’s internal energy [qi or life force] had amplified several times, and his regeneration and other abilities far exceeded human limits.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!”

But the result was disastrous.

Endless pain.

“Kill me!”

A being he could not face with this power.

“Please, just kill me!”

Before the one who merely mocked him, this power felt like a hateful curse.

Squish.

The one stepping on Hwang Il-sung’s collapsing, regenerating body.

“……!”

His gaze filled Hwang Il-sung with even greater horror.

Many martial artists, hardened by countless battles and slaughters, were cruel, regardless of whether they were righteous or demonic.

They had become accustomed to death, seeing it as a surprisingly easy answer.

But the man before him…

“If you touched what is mine.”

He had surpassed even that level.

“Pay the price.”

His languid eyes held no emotion whatsoever.

What had this man experienced? What was he thinking?

And…

‘What is he!’

He couldn’t even comprehend this man’s existence.

Normally, Hwang Il-sung should have lost his reason and gone berserk, consumed by power.

The legacy of someone, the power of mutation given to him, was meant to do that.

However, faced with overwhelming fear and power, Hwang Il-sung wasn’t even allowed to lose his mind.

Clench.

His hair was roughly grabbed.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Everything exploded beneath Hwang Il-sung’s head.

“Keuh, keuh… keuh….”

The pain was so intense his mind was fading, but Hwang Il-sung…

“I will not allow you to lose your mind.”

He wasn’t even allowed the escape of unconsciousness.

Thus, Hwang Il-sung’s face, held up like a flashlight in a child’s hand, was turned to face the center of the battlefield.

There.

“…….”

A speechless sight unfolded.

The strongest force and the largest number of troops Hwang Il-sung had ever seen in his life.

All of that…

“Keuh, uh….”

Was collapsing and dying.

The ones covered in that blood…

“…….”

Were only about a hundred or so of Eunha’s martial artists.

At that moment.

-Blood Cult.

Hwang Il-sung truly understood what the Blood Cult was.

A group of evil spirits.

The reputation of those who had driven Eun into fear for thousands of years was not just words.

“Are you resentful?”

A voice was heard.

At that, Hwang Il-sung unknowingly teared up.

“Resentful… I am….”

What had he done wrong!

Why did he have to go through this!

And…

“Re…sen…tful…!”

Even if he had done something wrong, did he deserve this?

It was cruel.

It was brutal.

“Blood Cult….”

This group of the Blood Cult was evil.

Evil spirits that would stain the world with darkness and bring only pain and blood.

“Disgusting.”

The displeasure was clear in the languid voice.

“Hwang Il-sung, the leader of the Yellow Heaven Gate.”

Lee Rowan opened his mouth and called out to Hwang Il-sung.

“Remember this.”

Clench.

The fingers dug into his grasped head.

And things flashed through Hwang Il-sung’s mind like lightning.

“All of this is far less than what you have done.”

Everything Hwang Il-sung had done.

-Players, you say?

The players who had come to the Yellow Heaven Gate seeking an opportunity.

Hwang Il-sung.

-Kill each other. If there is anyone I like among them, I will bring them into the Yellow Heaven Gate.

He had played with them.

-You want to go back? How can that be?

Mercy?

He had never shown such a thing.

The hundreds of humans who had died by his hand.

“That is….”

Hwang Il-sung said in a dry voice.

“What is wrong….”

The force of the fingers digging into his head grew stronger.

“As a martial artist, players are nothing… Blood Demon, how can you… consider them as people….”

It was at that moment.

Bang!

Finally, Hwang Il-sung’s last remaining head burst.

Even so, the power of mutation was so strong that his blood fragments were wriggling and moving.

Lee Rowan.

Crunch.

He stepped on it, killing everything of Hwang Il-sung as slowly as possible.

“I, whom you fear, was also a player.”

At that moment.

Fwoosh.

Everything of Hwang Il-sung burned and crumbled.

It was not Lee Rowan who had done it.

Lee Rowan’s true desire was to inflict pain more slowly.

However, Hwang Il-sung, shocked by the fact that the Blood Demon, this overwhelming being, was once a player, gave up on everything.

“……….”

Silence descended around Eunha’s guild house.

Thud.

The martial artists knelt on one knee.

All of them who had survived and were enjoying the victory of the battle.

“Loyalty.”

They were the martial artists of the Blood Cult.

* * *

Swallow.

The leaders of the players were swallowing hard.

At first, for safety reasons, they had watched the battle through the screen inside Eunha’s guild house.

However.

-We can’t just stay like this.

Led by Choi Doo-ho, they moved.

-We must be of help.

They could tell what Eunha and the Blood Cult wanted.

They knew that they were trying to re-establish the strength they had already shown by saving them.

However.

-We will fight.

They couldn’t just watch from here; the enemies were numerous and strong.

-What we wanted was a blood alliance.

They thought that even if they were to be under their command, they would one day stand on equal footing, and the minimum condition for that was to shed blood together.

-I’ll guide you.

Lee San-hoo, who had been waiting with them, guided them out of Eunha’s guild house.

And.

Swallow.

This was the situation.

“…….”

What they were going to show.

They realized what it was in a desperate way.

It was cruel.

It was brutal.

No, there was something beyond that.

As leaders of large-scale guilds, they vaguely knew what the Blood Cult was in Eun.

They had heard the rumors and legends of the Blood Cult.

When they had only heard those stories, the Blood Cult was a seed that would lead the world to destruction.

However, as players.

Swallow.

They had been waiting and longing for them.

In a world that was already heading towards destruction, they were prepared to accept that destruction if they could lead the martial artists to destruction.

However.

“A-are you alright?”

The sight they saw directly was even worse than that.

The sight they had seen while being saved was nothing compared to this sight.

They were evil.

They were the world’s villains who did not even blink an eye while crushing human heads and digging out internal organs.

However.

“I’m fine.”

Choi Doo-ho had no hesitation or wavering.

Nod.

The other leaders seemed to have made up their minds as well.

“Honestly….”

He knew that he shouldn’t say this while looking at this sight.

“It’s exhilarating.”

Clench.

They spoke like that with clenched fists.

A cruel and brutal sight.

“Ignorant fools who know nothing will point fingers at the Blood Cult and Eunha while looking at this sight.”

Their eyes were even filled with tears.

“But we, the ones directly involved, will know that we can never think that way, and we shouldn’t.”

Blood calls for blood.

Revenge calls for revenge.

So forgive.

-Bullshit!

Those who have not experienced it themselves should not dare to say such things.

Have you lost a family?

Have you lost a friend?

Have you lost a child?

“If.”

If it was not an unavoidable accident but intentional, and just a prank.

“If!”

Have you seen with your own eyes your mother being torn to pieces and killed just because she blocked the way?

“If someone curses them, if someone calls them evil.”

Those who have not experienced such emotions do not know.

“I will tear them apart.”

Revenge that they could not do, emotions that could not be resolved.

It was a time when they had only accumulated such things.

But now, those who would repay it had appeared.

-Eunha, Blood Cult.

It doesn’t matter what you think of them.

But they said.

-We are avengers.

Avenge.

If the cycle of revenge is endless and these things come back in the future, that’s fine too.

If they could resolve this feeling now, if they could avenge their dead family, friends, and children.

“I will sell even my soul.”

They would give everything to them.

Destruction.

That’s not bad either.

But they would also contribute to destroying them.

Even if it leads to their own destruction in the future.

Nod.

The leaders’ thoughts were the same.

There were differences in degree, but they had all lived with the same heart for as long as they could remember.

Step, step.

Footsteps were heard.

At that, the martial artists of Eunha knelt on one knee and placed their left hand on their right shoulder.

That was.

Step.

They clearly saw that it was the etiquette for their leader, for their true master.

Step.

Dang Hwa-young had said.

That there was an etiquette for Earth and an etiquette for Eun.

That she would not force it, and that they did not need to follow it.

That each world had its own way.

So, unless it was sincere, they should not take such an example.

Thud.

Choi Doo-ho knelt on one knee.

And.

Swoosh.

He raised his left hand and placed it on his right shoulder.

The other leaders as well.

Thud.

In the same posture as Choi Doo-ho, they took the same example.

They were now.

Swoosh.

Sincerely, to the existence of the Blood Cult, to the existence of Eunha.

“To the Blood Demon….”

They were giving everything.

Cult.

The Blood Demon had said so, they had heard.

That it didn’t matter whether they thought of the Blood Cult as a cult or not, that it was their freedom.

But still.

“We greet the Blood Demon!”

Choi Doo-ho was ready to follow the Blood Cult as a religion.

The wish that he had prayed for countless days over the past years.

Their god had not answered their prayers to avenge the beings who had brought them pain and hell.

But the being in front of them.

“We greet the Blood Demon-!”

The Blood Demon was the first being to fulfill that wish.

What was wrong with worshiping and serving such a being as a god?

They would follow.

If it was a being that fulfilled their will, their desire, and their wish, they would follow no matter what.

“It’s been a while.”

At the voice that was heard, Choi Doo-ho was startled and raised his head.

“I didn’t even get to properly greet you last time. Guild Leader Choi Doo-ho.”

And Choi Doo-ho’s eyes began to tremble uncontrollably.