Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 412

Swoooosh!

Ramang’s eyes widened as the wind rushed against her face.

Her long, flowing hair was scattered by the wind.

“……!”

Her eyes grew even larger.

“This is….”

As a descendant of the High Elves, and the successor to Larak, Ramang had never once left her village since birth.

Cherished among the Elves and raised like a princess, the world she saw for the first time while guiding Lee Ro-woon was…

“Ramang! Hold on tight!”

Truly a different world.

To some, this place might have seemed like a corrupted and dying world.

To others, it might have been a lost homeland where pain and sorrow coexisted.

But to Ramang, it was a new world, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

-Hmph. A lowly being dares to indulge in sentimentality on top of this body.

The world seen from atop Nidhogg’s head was beyond description with mere words like ‘beautiful’.

“Ramang!”

At Balak’s concern, Ramang adjusted her posture and sat up straight again.

“Hoo.”

Balak finally let out a sigh of relief.

“The world is such a beautiful place.”

Ramang, who rarely showed much expression, smiled brightly at Balak.

“Ramang, our homeland was originally even more beautiful than this.”

Balak was also an Elf who had lived for a long time.

Though not as long as Larak, he had lived for quite a while.

Balak had said.

-The world is constantly decaying.

There are still places that maintain their green forests, but even those are slowly disappearing.

If it had been any later, Ramang would never have been able to witness even this fragment of scenery.

Ramang’s eyes turned green.

“It’s this way.”

While amazed by the scene unfolding before her, she did not forget her original role.

To guide Lee Ro-woon.

Swoosh.

A blue path bloomed from Ramang’s outstretched hand, guiding Nidhogg.

“It’s connected.”

With the power of a High Elf, she was connected to the World Tree and could use a portion of its power.

Her ability to use the World Tree’s spirit was….

‘It’s like a player.’

It seemed similar to a player receiving help from the system [a game-like interface that grants abilities].

“What we need to do is purify the World Tree.”

Ramang said with her blue eyes.

“The severed World Tree that protects the village now is another World Tree, Araro. But the place we need to reach is the true World Tree.”

The place where Elk was.

“Yggdrasil.”

Yggdrasil was the destination.

“To do that, we must first purify the other completely corrupted World Trees.”

Purifying the already corrupted World Trees was a prerequisite to reach the true World Tree.

“What does purification entail?”

“They are World Trees that have already been corrupted beyond repair. Although it’s called purification, there’s no way to return them to their original state.”

“Then it’s simple.”

This purification was….

Swoosh!

“Does that mean we can destroy them?”

To burn them to ashes.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Ramang nodded.

“That place is the stronghold of the corrupted.”

Elves are conceived from the World Tree.

Corrupted and contaminated World Trees have problems producing Elves, but for the corrupted ones who are not Elves.

“A nest, then.”

They were constantly being born from the corrupted World Tree.

“That’s not wrong to say.”

Balak agreed, nodding his head.

In the distance, a gray forest came into view.

A forest that had lost its vitality and was scattering like ash.

Deep within, the remains of another World Tree, larger than the one protecting the Elven village, could be seen.

“That is Itran, one of the corrupted World Trees.”

Ramang, who had never left the village, spoke, having obtained information through the World Tree.

Around Itran, a pitch-black wave was surging.

“The corrupted ones…!”

The Dark Elves, called the corrupted ones.

Their numbers seemed to exceed a thousand.

They were also connected to the World Tree, even though they were corrupted.

It was clear that they had noticed the movements of the Elves, Elk’s children, and had come to protect Itran.

“Too….”

Ramang said, horrified.

“There are too many!”

It was said that there were nearly a thousand Elves left in the entire world.

But the number of waves surging now exceeded a thousand.

Moreover, the terrible malice they were emitting was flooding into Ramang’s mind, a pure being, and confusing her spirit.

“How! What should we do…!”

Ramang shouted, seeing the corrupted ones starting to raise their large bows.

“Calm down. You’re being noisy.”

Lee Ro-woon said irritably to Ramang, placing his hand on Nidhogg’s head.

-How noisy, with just this much. This is why they are lowly beings.

Ramang seemed unable to make proper judgments due to her shock.

Even though she was riding on the large Bone Dragon, Nidhogg, she seemed to think it would be difficult to face nearly a thousand corrupted ones.

And that it was impossible for Lee Ro-woon to repel that wave.

“There must be another way!”

Ramang shouted that they should retreat and approach quietly, but.

“I said you’re being noisy.”

-How noisy!

Lee Ro-woon and Nidhogg spoke at the same time.

Whoosh!

Flames erupted.

From the top of Nidhogg’s head, where Lee Ro-woon’s hand was.

Flames spread!

Across the long body, all the way to Nidhogg’s tail.

“Flames…!”

Ramang had only seen Nidhogg, but had never witnessed its power.

“Ramang, do not worry.”

But Balak, who had seen Nidhogg’s power, was different.

He spoke to Ramang with a calm and somewhat excited face.

“It will be over in an instant.”

“What do you mean…?”

At that moment, Lee Ro-woon’s command to Nidhogg was given.

“Erase them.”

-I’ve been waiting for those words, Master.

At that moment.

Kwaaaaaa-!

A red flash began to erase the entire area of Itran.

* * *

“Haa.”

Ramang let out a rough breath with a dazed expression.

-Mother, will that person really bring us freedom and peace?

Ramang had asked.

-Mother, will that person really….

To Larak, the leader of the Elves and her own mother.

-Will he be able to become our Elk?

Although she could not be compared to Larak, Ramang, who was connected to the World Tree Yggdrasil, knew what Elk was and what kind of power it possessed.

Elk was truly the god of the Elves, a transcendent being.

Just seeing a fragment of its power made tears flow.

That was why Ramang could not easily believe Larak’s words that Lee Ro-woon would be Elk’s replacement and the new Elk.

Whoosh!

Until just before Itran was engulfed in flames.

“…Haa.”

Ramang felt like she would even shed tears at the immense power she had just felt.

She was sensitive to magic.

She clearly felt what kind of breath Nidhogg had unleashed.

“It burns well.”

And what it had made possible.

The World Tree, which would not easily burn with any other flame, was burning.

With the smoke rising, Ramang closed her eyes tightly.

‘Mother’s words were right.’

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze had changed.

She erased any trace of doubt and looked at Lee Ro-woon.

Lee Ro-woon, whose breathing was not even slightly disturbed.

Although Nidhogg had unleashed the breath, the source of that power was Lee Ro-woon’s.

“It’s grotesque, even when I see it again.”

Balak also said, letting out a rough breath.

-Hmph.

With Nidhogg’s voice of satisfaction, Nidhogg turned its body and began to circle.

“Next.”

“Yes…?”

“Where do we have to go next?”

“Ah…!”

Ramang regained her senses.

She stretched out her hand with her green eyes, creating a wind.

“This way!”

It was because she could not easily believe that Itran had already been dealt with.

“Move.”

-Yes!

Nidhogg moved forward at an even faster speed.

Behind them, the flames pouring out as Itran burned were abundant.

Guided by Ramang, another gray forest appeared not long after.

“This is Isir.”

The second corrupted World Tree.

It was larger than Itran, and its original form was somewhat preserved.

Even deeper, the black waves surrounding it seemed more numerous than those at Itran.

Thousands of corrupted ones.

Moreover, they seemed to know what had happened at Itran.

Swoosh! Thud!

Unlike threatening with their large bows, they were already starting to attack.

-That stings!

The arrows of the corrupted ones that collided and fell.

They were arrows that could pierce through even a protective aura in an instant, but they lost their power and fell after colliding with Nidhogg’s powerful body due to the long distance.

However.

Thud!

Some of them were definitely giving Nidhogg some impact.

“They are the guardians.”

Ramang said.

Her green wind seemed to be searching for something somewhere below.

“They are the ones connected to the World Tree.”

Any Elf was connected to the World Tree, but there were those who were more deeply connected.

Those like Ramang and Larak.

Those who inherited the noble and pure blood of the World Tree.

And they used that power connected to the World Tree to make even more powerful and amazing things possible.

Even among the corrupted ones.

Swoosh!

Such beings existed.

An arrow grazed past the side of Nidhogg’s head.

-Master!

Nidhogg shouted at Lee Ro-woon.

He seemed to be on edge due to the continuous barrage of arrows.

And.

“Shoot.”

Lee Ro-woon’s command was given.

-I was dying of frustration waiting for you to say it!

Whoosh!

The body that was burning again.

Kwaaaaaa!

The red flash that poured out.

Isir was larger and sturdier than Itran.

Proportional to its size and shape, the power that Isir possessed was even greater, and it could be said that it had enough power to protect itself.

Kwaaang!

Unlike Itran, which had burned instantly, Isir seemed to push back the breath with an explosion.

-Hmph.

But with Nidhogg’s subsequent snort, the strengthened red flash was.

Kwaaaaaa!

Ultimately, it was enough to trap Isir in flames.

A red vortex was swirling in the black waves.

The high-temperature flames alone, with their immense magical power, would have been threatening to the Dark Elves and Isir.

But the breath that Nidhogg was emitting could not simply be described as a mass of superheated energy.

Flames spread!

The flames of sanctification.

The impure.

The targeted.

Those who opposed the will.

The sacred flames that burned everything.

“Even Isir….”

Even Isir was being burned in an instant.

For Ramang’s entire life, the corrupted World Trees and the corrupted ones had filled the Elves with pain for centuries, no, for dozens of centuries.

But the time it took for those two, thousands of them, to burn and be purified was less than a full day.

The result was unbelievable.

“Ah….”

Larak’s words came to mind.

-That person….

The story she had told while waiting for Lee Ro-woon.

-He is the one who will become our new god.

Nidhogg began to lower its altitude as if satisfied.

“I need to rest a bit.”

Nidhogg landed its large body on the ground.

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