Disciple of the Three Kings

Volume 1 Episode 22+

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Iron, who smiled, stood in front of the pool of blood and spread his palms.

‘I really didn’t know I would use this ability.’

I was the one who didn’t want to come back in the first place.

You either die because you can’t overcome the chaos, or you lock in the chaos and die at the hands of your teachers.

But it’s back.

‘Then you should try the things that are worth doing.’

It’s not like it’s worn out.

Susuk.

Even though he hadn’t touched it, Lee Rowoon’s palm started torn apart as if it had been cut by something sharp.

“Tongue, Blood Mamma!”

“Take a look.”

Blood dripped from the wound on the torn palm.

Knock, tick, tick, tick.

Three drops of blood.

It fell into the pool of blood and caused a small ripple.

Goo Woong.

There was a great reverberation in the hyeolma-dong where the pool of blood was located.

“Wow, what happened… !”

Unlike Kang Eun-ha, who was astonished, Lee Rowoon slowly closed her eyes.

‘I feel it.’

His own blood was mixed with the blood of the tens of thousands in the Pond of Blood.

Lee Rowoon half-opened her eyes.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The pool of blood began to spurt out.

The blood that spurted out rotates and fills the entire blood village.

Wow.

In it, they were tangled with each other, drawing patterns.

“Hey, this is… .”

Kang Eun-ha’s alarming voice continued from behind.

“I’ve never seen it in the scriptures… .”

“I think so.”

It would have been impossible when there was the ancestor of that blood horse, no, King Mu.

Another blood demon god craft that Shin Yeo-wool completed while in Eun.

‘The demon king said that, my blood demon god bears the exact same resemblance to the extinct and extinct race that Ji knows.’

‘So Verzena helped me a bit when I re-established the blood demon god.’

‘Still, it’s my martial arts, shouldn’t it be better than the strange race baboons?’

The skills of the newly completed Blood Demon Lord.

‘Well, if you can’t contain the chaos, it’s useless.’

But I ended up writing it like this.

The Blood Demon God Gong is not just a martial art, it is a martial art but a magic spell.

Hyeokong is a blood stick that must support such a blood demon.

As a reward for being caught in the spell, it had the effect of amplifying the effect of physical strength, a magic that defeats disease, and the martial arts of blood religion.

That’s all.

Originally, that was the only skill that had a correlation between the blood demon god and the blood ball.

However, the newly established blood demon god was different.

Wow!

Blood patterns drawn in the language of silver, also in Gehenna, and in an unknown language.

Lee Rowoon reached into it.

“What is God?”

Rowoon’s playful voice echoed through the bloodstream.

“Well, I don’t know if it’s a real God, but if it’s a blood religion, then it must be.”

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee common!

The patterns that came to mind are swirling and crushing.

“Although not omniscient and not omnipotent.”

Aaaaaah!

The crushed blood began to pour again and rain.

“Shouldn’t it be a direct grace?”

Hey.

The gushing pool of blood came back to its original state as if it had ever been, causing only a gentle ripple.

When I turned around, Eun-ha Kang was kneeling and showing her hands outstretched.

Unbelievable face.

I didn’t get down on my knees to take an example.

“Wow, what happened… .”

Shock.

I was struggling not to lose my mind.

It’s not just Kang Eun-ha.

Up there, even outside the hyeolma-dong, all the kin will be falling one by one.

But look.

“It will be different when you wake up.”

The smile that appeared on Kang Eun-ha’s face, who lost her mind.

That corner of the mouth that rose with joy from satisfaction and satisfaction.

The master said.

‘Awakening.’

If I go back and regain the blood cult, I think I’ll be able to awaken the people of the kin.

This was the second gift I gave to those of the blood who have endured the long wait as Master’s disciple.

“Blood Demon Heaven-! blood… .”

“Don’t do that.”

“Yes, yep!”

Kang Eun-ha stood upright like a freshly enlisted recruit with her arms tied around her waist.

Even so, her mouth was pounding to hold back the laughter that was about to burst out.

“Are you that good?”

“Of course!”

It wasn’t just Kang Eun-ha.

Shock, clap.

Hando Baekdo, a strong railroad standing in the battle of blood.

Elder Il’s mouth twitched, even though he hadn’t even said hello properly yet.

The change happened in an instant.

“By the grace of a blood horse-!”

“Shut up!”

The new blood demon craftsmanship completed by Master Wu was different from the past.

In the past, the only thing that existed was the ability to control those who had mastered the blood scourge.

However, the newly completed Blood Demon Lord was able to say this.

‘Blood slavery.’

It’s not the chains that bind them.

It flows from itself and flows to them.

‘A country is affected by its existence.’

Their blood holes changed their temper.

“The palm.”

“Yeah!”

“Look at the blood.”

“Yeah yeah!”

“The three elders, not you.”

“Yeah! Bleeding!”

Hando-baek, who jumped out immediately at Lee Rowoon’s words, pulled out that large sword and cut my palm.

The color of the flowing blood was unusual.

Purple lingering… .

“It’s called blood-letting blood.”

“Oh! Blood!”

“Do you know what it is and like it that much?”

At Lee Rowoon’s words, Han Do-baek clenched his big sword and said.

“I dare you to say something to the hyeolma. I don’t know what exactly this blood is, but when I wake up again, I can use more than double my strength.”

I’m not exactly referring to the amount of internal force.

‘Purity.’

Their blood spit out impurities and became purer.

In fact, it could be said that the history has decreased.

But have they weakened?

You can’t tell a warrior with history alone, but it must have been at least twice as strong.

Everyone here is.

The same goes for the blood cultists out there.

Of course, not all of the blood cults achieved the achievement of self-inflicted blood.

Normal blood cultists couldn’t even achieve the first, red blood of the blood demon god.

However, the purity of the blood has increased, making the body stronger, and the strength that can be used has also increased.

‘Perhaps the original achievements are important.’

Elder Sa, Hobeop Jwa, and Elder Il are all self-inflicted.

“You are black blooded.”

“Hey, are you talking about black blood?”

“You don’t know. It’s just good.”

“Yeah!”

Eunha Kang is a goddess, so she has reached a state of black blood regardless of her achievements.

Of course, the blood they had was incomparable to the achievements they had achieved through the Blood Demon Gods.

Because of the subordination of blood, only what Roon had had flowed into it.

From now on, the blood color of the blood cults grows as they grow.

Someone may end up with black blood.

‘Jinhyeol is… .’

It can never be achieved.

‘Without my permission.’

With Lee Rowoon’s permission, those who have reached the end of black blood will be able to reach Jinhyeol.

Jinhyeol is different.

‘You can rule only with what you have.’

He also gains dominance similar to that of a blood horse.

But that didn’t mean he was equal to himself.

The degree to which you represent yourself.

Now and in the future, if you learn hyeokong and become a cult member, you will become subordinate to yourself instead of gaining this power.

That’s it.

‘Progenitor.’

Just as Master Mu Wang was called the progenitor of these people by the name of the blood horse, he himself became a new progenitor.

Thousands of years have passed, but bloody slavery is irresistible.

The top of the pyramid does not change even if the world is destroyed.

The Demon King Master talked about the extinct race and said something like this.

“Jinjo 眞祖.”

“Jinjo… ?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes!”

Lee Rowoon leaned back on the throne and looked at them.

Your appearance has changed a lot, too.

The overall look is younger and darker in color.

A common change is red eyes.

They also had red eyes, the symbol of the Blood Demon Goddess.

“I don’t know what the hell happened… .”

He said with trembling eyes.

“Whatever it is, the blessing of the Blood Demon God has finally come.”

“The left-hand method, that’s not what I meant. It’s just that everything is like a dream.”

“Ah!”

Then Rowoon Lee stood up from the throne and said,

Their changes were awakening, but they didn’t really know what it was.

The inhabitants of the silver world, the warriors, had the best explanation they could think of.

“Fantastic metastasis!”

“Yes… ?”

“You are half way metamorphosed.”

It’s not that I’m sick, but it’s comfortable and neat.

“Yeah eh eh eh?”

Once again there was a commotion.

The dying city, Blood Prince, came to life.

It was a small but small change in their lives, who were sick from eating properly.

Awakened with the advent of the true blood demon, his body changed.

So, of course, there is a new vitality.

Just.

‘Wait a minute.’

Their essential problems have not been resolved.

At the end of the Blood Prince, the priests made farmland and started farming, but the amount was not enough to feed everyone in the castle.

The same goes for raising livestock or whatever.

Originally, it was said that he had eaten all the members of the Blood Prince because he was quite large, but he said that the world ran out of nutrients and the land disappeared.

‘The Silver World.’

The ruined world is small.

It could be bigger than the other worlds, but there was a limit, and the bigger the world, the more nutrients it needed.

If you don’t get enough of those nutrients, the world will shrink even more.

They have been starving for a long time and have not been able to make a decent living.

“Sorry. It is all the sins of our hobeop and the elders.”

Besides, Kang Han-cheol bowed his head and said.

“I know.”

There is a myth that even if the rich perish, three generations will survive.

The same goes for blood cults.

In the past, it was a blood cult, a power that dominated Eun, so its potential was not that strong.

“It’s completely ruined. bloodline.”

Of course, it was several thousand years, not three generations, and the situation changed due to the destruction of the world.

What you can do in a fragmented world will be limited.

Eun would have managed to escape and hide only when Eun was fine, but now, even such a move is not easy.

However, Kang Han-cheol told me that there were goods that could last for the last two hundred years or so.

‘If it weren’t for that idiot.’

Blood count.

He used the money like water, saying he was training a blood magician.

The elders were even more outgoing.

Even in the midst of the collapse of the blood cult, they did not hesitate to indulge themselves, waste their money for their own safety, and squeeze the hard blood of the clergy.

So I killed him.

The penalty for ruining what I should have is huge.

“Elders won’t feel comfortable when they die.”

“Cancer. You are right.”

“Really?”

“Not like that! The blood demon is right in front of me!”

I’m not saying that.

Lee Rowoon placed her hand on her chest.

Elders, they are dead, but their souls are in here.

That’s what the new blood demon is.

And you can use it later when you need it.

Because of religion, the blood religion was stagnant and rotten.

But ironically, because of their religion, they endured that long hardship.

However, however… .

“Beautiful hair.”

“Even if you fail, you should be destroyed in moderation.”

“Is that real?”

An unanswered Kang Chul.

“Is it true that you can’t stand it from next month?”

“That’s… It’s true. He has already sold enough shares in Kangha Group to sell. Guild… It’s about to be disbanded. Originally, it was planned to attack several gates, but a blood demon appeared… .”

Lee Rowoon looked up at the high sky.

The broken black sky of a world that has perished.

‘Master, I am very grateful and grateful for what the teachers have done for me.’

But this is… .

“Isn’t that too much?”

Beautiful hair.

“Don’t worry! Now that the Blood Demon is back… !”

“What should I do?”

“What are you going to do?”

Kang Han-cheol bowed his head like a puppy in the rain.