Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 51

The Three Kings’ Disciple (52)

051

The Eunha Guild members entered the building.

Fortunately, the Iron Sword Guild, befitting the leader of the Iron Sword Alliance, one of the three major powers in South Korea, had a certain presence.

Despite the sudden nature of the attack, heavily armed warriors had already occupied the lobby, glaring at the Eunha Guild.

‘How dare you come here!’

Still, there were clear limits.

The Iron Sword probably never imagined their headquarters would be attacked.

Moreover, with the war against Haenam underway, the Iron Sword Alliance’s territory was firmly closed off, especially at the front lines.

‘Who are you people!’

In other words, it was difficult to even move within the region without being part of the Iron Sword Alliance’s forces.

If an outside force were to set foot in the Iron Sword Alliance’s territory, it would be reported to the Iron Sword Alliance and they would face retribution.

Therefore, it was unlikely that an outside force would attack the Iron Sword Alliance, let alone the Iron Sword Guild.

‘That’s what they must have thought.’

But what if it wasn’t an outside force?

‘It’s Eunha.’

‘Eunha?’

Murmurs arose.

‘Are you talking about that Eunha from Gyeonggi Province?’

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, the Iron Sword warriors’ faces showed bewilderment.

‘Why are you…’

It was absurd for them.

Eunha suddenly attacking their headquarters?

The question they were expressing wasn’t ‘Why is Eunha attacking?’

It was, without the ‘why’.

‘Eunha of all people?’

Although Eunha’s reputation was spreading due to the events in the East Sea, few would fully believe the news.

Whether they were warriors or players, humans were all the same.

They wouldn’t believe it until they saw it for themselves.

Just like the Blood Cult, the Iron Sword and other martial arts factions were the same.

They hadn’t seen it properly.

Soon, they too would see it.

‘The Iron Sword’s rule has failed.’

Lee Ro-woon said.

‘They are on the verge of defeat in the war against Haenam.’

Building a justification.

If they weren’t going to kill them all, they needed a way to justify Eunha’s actions.

‘Also, the Iron Sword Alliance abandoned Hwangpae and Simsan, who shared their cause.’

The flow of the war was clear.

The Iron Sword had given up on support from Chungcheong and Gangwon.

Instead, they supported Cheon In with their forces.

‘They abandoned Do-cheon. Can the Iron Sword still use the name of the Alliance?’

A failed power, a place that had abandoned its essence.

‘Eunha will punish the Iron Sword’s sins and establish the banner of righteousness.’

‘What nonsense…’

The Iron Sword warriors, having shaken off their confusion, were now surrounding Eunha with swords full of hostility.

‘Looks like they’ve gathered enough.’

Lee Ro-woon took a step forward, with the lobby filled with Iron Sword warriors.

‘Begin.’

Thwack!

Sword energy, imbued with flashes of light, erupted from all directions.

***

Clang! Clang!

Flashes of light erupted from all directions.

Pop! Beep-!

The building went dark as the light bulbs shattered and explosions occurred.

Creak, Woooong.

The emergency generator, which had started with a rumbling sound, was bringing light back to the building.

The building was dyed red.

Swish!

Inside, red blood was splattering incessantly.

‘Ugh!’

‘Cough!’

Blood gushed and screams echoed.

The Eunha Guild members were cutting down the Iron Sword warriors without hesitation.

Half of the warriors who had filled the lobby were now collapsed and trembling.

The Iron Sword was indeed the Iron Sword.

As if their reputation was not a lie, they proved it with their skills.

Quickly detecting the intrusion and matching the numbers of the Eunha warriors.

But that was all.

Swish!

More blood splattered.

It was true that the Iron Sword was stronger than Do-cheon or other Iron Sword Alliance members, but they were also fake.

The training that warriors without history could do in a confined world was limited.

They were fake warriors created by pouring in elixirs made from monster magic stones after the world’s gate opened.

How was Eunha in comparison?

Swoosh!

Although they had lost most of their history, they had honed what remained while confined.

Of course, if they had come out as they were, they might have been defeated even by the fakes.

Gooo.

They had filled their shortcomings with the Blood Demon Art.

Even now, under the restrictions, their inner strength was not inferior to the Iron Sword warriors.

Moreover, those confined in the Blood Demon Castle had limited ways to gain practical experience.

Monsters?

They couldn’t fight such things.

Only human versus human.

‘H-how…’

The Blood Cult warriors were not specialized in hunting monsters.

‘How can they be so strong…!’

They were warriors specialized in fighting humans.

They were not inferior to any other warriors.

Splash.

Lee Ro-woon continued to move forward, stepping through puddles of blood.

Kang Eun-ha, Jung Chi-soo, and Do Mu-sung were protecting his sides.

The Iron Sword warriors who targeted them could never reach them.

Thud.

It was the headquarters of a power that divided South Korea into three.

But now, they were just being massacred.

The lobby was filled with human blood, but there was no guilt.

‘The Iron Sword’s sins.’

The justification they had spoken of was that the Iron Sword had failed to properly control their territory.

The justification that they had done things that a righteous faction should not do, abandoning those who had joined hands with them.

But their true sin was different.

[Iron Sword]

How many had died under that name?

Few of them would have been warriors, and the majority would have been players and ordinary people.

Even though the royal family had disappeared, even though the nobles had disappeared, they were the royal family and the nobles.

The government existed, but it could not protect the people.

The sin of causing chaos in South Korea?

‘I don’t have that kind of patriotism.’

It was an emotion he had never possessed from the start.

The only emotion Lee Ro-woon had for them was anger.

‘S-save me…’

DanK.

The guild where Lee Ro-woon had existed as a leader.

Their commonality, made up of a small number of people, was one thing.

‘Save…!’

Orphans.

Those who had lost their parents and were left alone in the world.

The ones who had taken their parents were.

‘Don’t bark.’

Warriors.

Players who had fought against the warriors.

Their children had survived and continued their lives.

Those who had lost their parents to warriors or those who had sold their souls to warriors.

They were the members of DanK.

‘In the end, they also sold me to the warriors.’

Lee Ro-woon stopped and lowered his gaze.

‘Ugh, hiccup.’

A dying warrior was crawling towards Lee Ro-woon’s feet.

Kang Eun-ha tried to step forward and end his life, but Lee Ro-woon stopped her.

‘Save…’

‘There must have been dozens, hundreds of people who begged you like that.’

Lee Ro-woon wasn’t talking to just one warrior.

He was just bringing out a piece of the ashes he thought had been completely burned.

He was talking about a long-forgotten emotion.

‘Did you show them mercy?’

‘Sa…’

‘If you had.’

Crack.

‘Die and find peace.’

The world would change now.

He had no grand ideas of saving Asia, which had become a colony.

He had no grand cause of saving the people of Earth from being ruled by the people of Eun.

But there was one thing he could promise for sure.

‘Under me.’

A flash of red light in his eyes.

‘Everything will be fair.’

It had to be at least that much.

That was the only way to receive the reward for not destroying the world, wasn’t it?

That was the only way to receive the reward for enduring that immense pain, wasn’t it?

Ding.

The elevator, powered by magic, slowly opened its jaws.

Although the Iron Sword had cut off the power supply after noticing the attack, it could not go against Lee Ro-woon’s will as long as it was powered by magic.

‘I’ll wait upstairs.’

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, the Eunha warriors who were fighting the Iron Sword warriors shone their eyes and said.

‘Understood.’

Click.

The elevator closed its doors and began to ascend to the top floor where Cheol Jong-hwi was.

* * *

‘What’s going on!’

Cheol Jong-hwi was glaring at the elevator, holding his sword in a world that had turned crimson.

The magic barrier visible outside the building’s windows told him that the building had been sealed off by a magic circle.

-Static. Static.

Instead of the report that should have informed him that the situation was under control, only static and.

-Aaaah!

Screams were heard from the radio.

He knew the identity of the attackers.

‘Eunha…’

He had clearly heard that name before the radio cut off.

It was an incomprehensible situation.

Why Eunha?

No, how could Eunha of all people?

Even though most of their elite forces had left the headquarters to support Cheon In, it was still the Iron Sword.

The Iron Sword that divided South Korea into three!

But judging from the situation heard on the radio, the Iron Sword was being massacred without putting up a proper fight.

Beep.

And the elevator.

‘Why isn’t the elevator stopping!’

Even though they had cut off the power supply, the elevator was still going up.

‘Magic circle…’

He could tell by looking out the windows of the building.

‘There is someone with considerable knowledge of magic circles.’

He remembered.

In the East Sea, Eunha had broken the barrier that had trapped Do-cheon in just a few minutes, hadn’t they?

‘Unbelievable…’

Cheol Jong-hwi’s eyes widened.

Although his mind was in complete chaos, he was Cheol Jong-hwi, the leader of the Iron Sword.

‘Destroy the elevator.’

If cutting off the power supply didn’t work, they could just destroy it.

‘Charge.’

Cheol Jong-hwi’s guards moved and began to unleash sword energy towards the elevator.

Crash! Bang!

The five elevators were unable to withstand their sword energy and shattered.

KABOOM!

They exploded.

As Cheol Jong-hwi was about to take a breath in the smoke,.

‘……!’

The smoke cleared, revealing an unbelievable sight.

‘Why?’

One elevator that should have been destroyed.

Beep. Beep.

It was still going up.

‘What is this…’

It was a sight that was unbelievable even when seen with his own eyes.

‘Hoh…’

The vice guild leader of the Iron Sword also regained his confused mind and said.

‘Hoh, Body Protection Aura…’

Body Protection Aura was the art of creating an aura that protected the body using inner strength.

However, the elevator was now surrounded by a light of Body Protection Aura.

Even the Body Protection Aura that added aura to the body was a skill that even a master of the profound realm could not easily achieve.

Was someone inside creating a moving aura that protected even the entrance of the elevator on the top floor?

While they were gaping at the unbelievable sight.

Ding.

The elevator finally stopped.

‘Hah.’

Still, the warriors knew what they had to do.

They raised their swords and prepared to unleash their sword energy, glaring at the stopped elevator.

The moment the door opened, the moment the Body Protection Aura was released.

‘Now!’

KWA-KWA-KWA-KWA-KWA-KWANG!

They poured everything they had into destroying it.

The pouring sword energy created waves like Haenam’s Blue Sword Formation.

Of course, it was not a wave created by the mastery of the sword formation, but a wave caused by the continuous release of sword energy.

Koo-kwang! Bang! KWA-AANG!

Another explosion occurred.

‘D-did we get them?’

This time, it would be certain.

As the warriors thought this, they swallowed hard.

Thud.

A footstep echoed.

‘To think you’d give me such a grand welcome.’

A languid voice.

Whoosh!

With a wave of his hand, the smoke cleared, revealing those who were standing there.

‘……!’

They were standing there, completely unscathed.

‘Cheol Jong-hwi.’

The sleepy-faced handsome man opened his mouth, and his figure blurred.

‘Image Shift.’

A technique that left afterimages by moving too quickly.

It was the moment Cheol Jong-hwi hurriedly raised his sword.

‘I’ve come to take your head.’

KWA-AANG!

Cheol Jong-hwi was sent flying by Lee Ro-woon’s fist that collided with his sword.