Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 515

Rowoon’s eyes took in the burning battlefield at a glance.

Only then did Rowoon realize where he was standing.

He had been moving his body while fighting the white knight, no, Phile, and found himself standing on top of a huge spire.

*Clang!*

Weapons sparked, the earth and buildings ablaze.

*Swish!*

Even the splattering blood.

It was a scene that was enough to be called hell, but it was now a familiar sight.

Every place Rowoon had stood until now had been such a battlefield.

Something sparks, something burns, and the stench of blood never fades.

“…….”

It was now to the point of confusion.

Was he the one seeking out the battlefield, or was the place he stood always a battlefield?

*Kwaaang-!*

Explosions erupted.

Rowoon took in the battlefield of the Imperial City with both eyes.

It was similar.

To the battlefields he had experienced so far.

But it was different.

*Bang! Kwang! Kwaaang!*

The intensity was also incomparable to any other battlefield he had been on.

‘Empire, Murim [martial arts world], Players….’

Even Gehenna [a place of torment or hell].

The worlds that had invaded, the worlds that became masters.

No.

“Even the elves, huh.”

All races and all worlds were intertwined, fighting to determine their fate.

Only now did the appearance of the Imperial City become clear.

The Imperial City was clearly built according to the Empire’s style.

However, the style of Earth could also be seen in between, and the buildings of the Murim who stood on their side were also visible.

The land they were fighting on was Yggdrasil [the world tree in Norse mythology], and the Empire had even tamed the demons of Gehenna and was using their power.

It was as if it was something that should have happened when the world first invaded.

“…….”

It also looked like the battlefield of the end, heralding the end of that world.

Mishmash.

There was a word that flashed through his mind.

-Chaos.

That all of this could be summed up in one word: chaos.

*Pfft.*

So he laughed.

“Maybe….”

Another thing flashed through his mind.

“Maybe my masters wanted to show me this scene.”

He had already realized that there was some secret that his masters had not told him.

His current steps were moving forward to find out about it.

And Rowoon vaguely realized that this scene was the climax prepared by his masters.

*Wooong-!*

The ring of the emperor dwelling within his body, no, the ring of chaos that had been reborn with the power of chaos, began to resonate.

With that power spreading in all directions.

*Clunk.*

Something caught.

“You were there.”

He had found what he desired.

Rowoon’s movements were swift.

*Taat.*

He kicked off the spire.

*Kwaaaang-!*

He stood in the middle of the battlefield where explosions were erupting.

Now that he was reaching the end, there was nothing to hesitate about.

The troops of the Shinma Alliance, who recognized him, quickly began to move aside.

It was to avoid the aftermath of any battle that might occur, and it was an action taken because they knew that their power would only be a hindrance to him.

What was surprising was.

*Swoosh.*

That they were the same.

The Imperial troops, they recognized Rowoon and moved aside.

It wasn’t that they were afraid to face him.

It was as if.

*Thud.*

They had already received orders.

To clear the way the moment he entered the battlefield.

*Thud.*

That was why Rowoon moved forward.

At that moment, he felt as if he was a being detached from everything.

He was alive and standing in this world, but it felt as if no one was looking at him.

A terrible.

And familiar.

*Pfft.*

It was loneliness.

“Is this also your intention?”

Rowoon muttered to himself as he moved forward.

As if this whole situation, the path he had walked, this moment.

“Then please tell me.”

It felt like it was saying something to him.

*Thud.*

Again, with another step, Rowoon moved forward.

* * *

All the soldiers of the Empire, all the troops of the Shinma Alliance, moved aside.

There were those among them who had reached transcendence, but they moved aside as if acknowledging that they were on a different level from Rowoon, and even stopped fighting.

The Empire and the Shinma Alliance, enemies of each other, but with a unified will.

There was no agreement, yet it was as if his existence was naturally commanding them.

Rowoon had already entered the Imperial City.

Even inside, fighting was taking place, but.

“…….”

The more he stepped forward, the more the noise faded.

Outside, in that short distance, a battle was taking place to take each other’s lives and determine the fate and victor of the world, but ironically, the heart of the Imperial City was just quiet.

*Thud.*

As he stepped forward.

*Wooong.*

It spread out as a resonance.

His small steps were affecting the entire world of the Imperial City, and it felt like it was coming back to him.

“This too.”

He was now used to it.

“Is this what you are trying to tell me?”

He could now easily sense that it was a scene prepared by his masters.

*Thud.*

The steps he took.

*Thump!*

Now it was heard as a huge roar.

And.

*Kwaaang-!*

When he took another step, part of the Imperial City collapsed.

The battlefield visible through the collapsed wall.

Strangely, no noise was heard at all.

Rowoon no longer looked back and only stepped forward.

A huge golden door he had arrived at.

The moment Rowoon stood in front of it.

*Creak-!*

The door naturally began to open with a roar.

He lost his sight for a moment in the brightly shining light, and what was revealed was probably the great hall of the Imperial City.

The golden throne clearly visible in front of him was proof of that.

*Thud.*

Rowoon squeezed his body inside.

He also walked as if the throne was his goal.

The being that should be there.

“…….”

His master, the emperor of the Empire, was not visible.

Rowoon, who had arrived right in front of the throne.

It was then.

“Sit down.”

A voice.

“You’ve gone that far, so sit down.”

A solemn voice echoed from behind him.

It was a familiar and longed-for voice, but Rowoon did not turn around.

The throne in front of him, he only moved towards it.

As if it was the key that would end everything.

*Sway.*

It was emitting a bright golden light as if to bewitch Rowoon.

“Aren’t you going to sit?”

But Rowoon was only standing in front of the throne, not sitting.

“What do you want to say?”

And finally, Rowoon turned around.

The one he had longed for was standing there.

A being who looked similar to the emperor of the Empire, Zick, whom he had already encountered once, but more mature, solemn, and exuding an absolute aura.

“Sword King Master.”

It was the Sword King.

* * *

“What exactly do you want to say?”

It was finally here.

The Martial King he had faced in Shaolin.

The Demon King he had faced in Gehenna.

And now.

“What exactly….”

In the Imperial City, there.

“What do you want to say.”

He faced the Sword King.

It was the moment when he had faced all three of his masters, who had raised him up and ignited a flame in him, who had been a dying ember, a burnt-out ash.

“It is your place that was arranged for you.”

The Sword King said.

“If you sit there, you will become the emperor of the Empire.”

It was a ridiculous thing to say.

That he could become the emperor of the Empire just by sitting on the throne.

“The moment you sit there, everything will end, and you will become the king of all worlds.”

“Where is there such a futile ending?”

Rowoon said with a sneer.

“That everything ends if I sit down.”

Rowoon looked straight at the Sword King.

“Or did you set a trap on the throne? Something to bind me.”

That was a more reasonable suspicion.

“You’re the same as back then.”

But the Sword King replied without any hesitation.

“Back then when you were wounded and everything was burned.”

When he suspected everything and could not accept goodwill as goodwill.

Of course, now was different from then, but his current appearance might have looked like his appearance back then.

“How can now be the same as back then?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Rowoon came down from the platform where the throne was and walked towards the Sword King.

“Even if what you say is true, I don’t intend to end it so easily. So….”

Rowoon stood in front of the Sword King.

The disciple standing in front of his master asked.

“Now, please tell me. What exactly did you masters envision, and what are you hiding?”

“…….”

The answer was not easily heard.

“Can’t you tell me now?”

Rowoon asked again.

“Already….”

The answer to that finally flowed from the Sword King’s mouth.

“Haven’t you already noticed?”

“…….”

“You already know the answer.”

The Sword King said.

“Do you want me, not you, to acknowledge it?”

He already knew the answer.

There were memories that flashed by.

“Or.”

*Swoosh.*

Something appeared in the Sword King’s hand.

A sword with a blurry shape.

It was a cluster of light that did not have a proper form.

But it was something that attracted all eyes and even gave off a strange tremor.

“Is that answer something you want to obtain easily?”

Only then.

*Pfft.*

The two smiled.

Rowoon was confused as he came here.

He had abandoned everything, but his masters were still dwelling in his heart.

So he couldn’t understand.

They were once kings of the world, and in some ways, they could be destroyers and slaughterers.

But to him, they were endlessly warm and like parents, like family.

The harm they had caused to the world.

And.

“How could that be?”

Looking at the war that the emperor of the Empire had caused, he thought that the image of them that he knew might all be a lie.

He thought that they might have been aiming for something and manipulating and acting everything only for that purpose.

So he was confused.

That was also a betrayal to him.

But at this moment, his complicated mind was sorted out.

He didn’t have to throw away what he had been holding onto until the end.

“Thank you.”

“What are you talking about?”

The Sword King asked at Rowoon’s thanks.

“Because you are the master I knew.”

At that moment.

*Swish-!*

A blood sword appeared in Rowoon’s hand and was grasped.