Disciple of the Three Kings

Vol.6 Episode 17+

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“Ugh… .”

A moan of unknown cause resounds, whether it is pain or not.

“Ugh… .”

The moan grows deeper.

“Ahhh-!”

In the end, the main character vomited out as if frustrated.

“I can’t see it!”

A voice full of annoyance spread through the air.

A boy with a ball full of bumps.

His large pupils were embedded in his exposed front island, and he was trembling.

“Why can’t I see it?”

A face that doesn’t make sense.

The eyes embedded in his chest were a kind of power that could see beyond a thousand li, and had the effect of ignoring barriers and truths.

His ability to see beyond the world if he wants to.

“I’m dying of being frustrated with the haze!”

But all he could see now was a hazy smoke.

“Boroma. Can’t you see it yet?”

“Yes. I can not see.”

A boy named Boroma answered with a nod of his head.

“What the hell did you do? Taegeuk Chilseongjin cannot stop my Cheonan.”

“Who is interrupting?”

A short old man next to him frowned at Boroma’s voice.

“You mean disturbing your Cheonan?”

Boroma’s ability is a kind of power.

Among the demons of Gehenna, the power that only high-ranking demons can possess.

Those who can interfere with it are rare even in Gehenna.

“Isn’t that crazy?”

“Yes. That is nonsense.”

Boroma nodded as if he was satisfied.

“Perhaps… It’s probably because of the seeds.”

Seeds.

“The seed was gone, so I tried to find the reason, ugh! annoying!”

The seeds planted in the shaman.

It moved knowing that it was about to germinate.

However, the energy of the seed suddenly disappeared.

I wanted to look at it from afar to find the cause.

“Perhaps the bowl didn’t hold the seeds, as it has been elsewhere.”

“Is that right? right?”

“I will.”

Boroma and the old man faced each other and nodded.

“I’m sorry. I thought this seed would be a success.”

Boroma inflated both balls once more.

“Should I tell the stinky rats?”

Boroma thought for a moment and tilted her head.

“No. You don’t have to tell me.”

Boroma made up his mind.

“I’m sorry.”

Shandel, a short old man next to him, also ate his mouth as if it were a pity.

“I wanted to see the finished work.”

“That yellow hood? Is that also a work of art?”

“It’s a hood that holds the power of seeds. Among the great demons of Gehenna, there are only a handful of people who can make such a thing.”

“One of them is Shandel, are you?”

A mature man nodding his head happily.

But the two turned around, seemingly lost interest.

“Let’s go back. Perhaps another seed was prepared.”

Their mission ends here.

Originally, once the seeds germinated in the shaman’s realm, it was their job to bring them back to Gehenna with the shaman eaten.

But since the seeds themselves have been destroyed, their mission has also disappeared.

“It’s a pity to go back right away. Can’t we go somewhere to play?”

“Arthur. How can I bear the duke’s wrath?”

“I’ll buy you a beer.”

Shandel paused at Boroma’s words and salivated.

But for a while.

Boroma quickly turned her head to look at the shaman’s realm.

“Why?”

Shandel asks about his sudden action.

“Uh… uh… .”

Once again, Boroma began to moan.

“What?”

A deep doubt appeared on Boroma’s face.

“Obviously… I think I felt the ‘gaze’.”

Familiar, familiar, longing, that gaze.

“Yes. no way? yes.”

Boroma and Shandel turned their heads again and disappeared like smoke.

“Then let’s go back.”

Kang Eun-ha and other key figures of the blood cult were returning to the Blood King through the gates of Mt. Mudang.

The reason was that they couldn’t leave their seats for long as they had to lead the Eunha Guild.

“Call me anytime.”

But you could always come back through the door.

There were still blood cultists left, but most of them were the only ones left to help the shaman’s warriors.

“Aren’t you going?”

In response to Lee Rowoon’s question, Baekcheong pursed his lips.

“Have you forgotten who brought you to China?”

“Besides, I’m still not well.”

He said so and patted his stomach with his little hand.

“Because the power line almost broke.”

Was he scared or felt a sense of separation?

Baekcheong, which had been strange for a while, was back to normal.

‘I’ll stop you.’

A story that came to me out of nowhere.

‘If you think you’re going crazy, I’ll stop you.’

After those words, Baek Cheong was back to normal.

“But in the end, I couldn’t find the craftsman.”

Lee Rowoon nodded at Baekcheong’s words.

The reason Lee Rowoon came to Guangzhou was not to find a piece of chaos.

I have followed the traces of a craftsman who can make a gold-class recruit.

“Isn’t it?”

Baekchung asked as if it were a pity.

“No. He disappeared long ago.”

“That means… .”

Lee Rowoon nods.

“The craftsman who made this gold-class recruit is probably the same as the one who made the Yellow Emperor.”

The yellow hood worn by the Yellow Turbans.

He is the creator of a new spirit that contained the power of a heavenly demon that covered in chaos.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry. I was trying to catch him and kill him.”

The craftsman who made the Hwanggeon doesn’t need a craftsman.

A being who makes weapons by weaving human skins.

Not because of love for humanity, but the spirit of the creator.

I couldn’t let Eunha wear a weapon with an eccentric and bizarre spirit.

Baekchung says with a smile.

“You came here to get a craftsman comparable to the old file room, didn’t you get the old file room?”

She also seemed out of place.

The shaman’s warriors take power or bow their heads when they see a profit as they pass by.

“To the devil… .”

After saying that, Baek Chung stopped.

I forgot to ask because it was a series of amazing things.

“Blood horse… .”

See the benefits with complex eyes.

“Both.”

“That’s… Is it possible?”

Baekcheong is the bride-to-be of a noble family.

Even though the complete history of silver was not transmitted to Jongnam, there was approximate information about Cheonmagyo and Hyolmagyo.

Hyeolmagyo and Cheonmagyo are two completely different factions, even though they were born in one.

The two are also close friends.

‘Cheonmagi and hyeolmagi can never be mixed.’

I believed it to be true.

“Originally possible.”

The beneficent in front of him was truly a heavenly demon and a blood demon.

“Then the galaxy is not the Cheonmakyo… Was it blood magic?”

The power they saw with their eyes was never lacking compared to the last man.

Of course, there are differences in power and mastery, but Eunha had the skills to deserve the first place in the old file room.

“Hey. What are you thinking?”

Baekchung said he was tired now.

“If you have a car… .”

He speaks with his languid eyes and voice.

“Go and get a good night’s sleep.”

Baekcheong’s face turned white at Lee Rowoon’s words.

Have you not confirmed the truth of what Lee Rowoon said as a joke?

“Don’t forget that you and your Servant are allies.”

Baekcheong stuttered even in embarrassment.

At that time, Lee Rowoon smiled lightly.

But the eyes soon subsided.

‘It’s completely gone.’

The gaze staring at the shaman.

It certainly wasn’t human.

‘Power.’

There are extraterrestrial races, especially special races.

But even among them, it was the power that only special people were born with.

The world that invaded Earth wasn’t just the silver of the warriors, the knights and the wizards’ Einheart.

The world opposes those two forces and is considered the most dangerous and powerful.

Gehenna.

“The demons of Gehenna.”

Obviously, that gaze was that of a demon.

“A demon of Gehenna?”

Baekcheong answered Lee Rowoon’s self-talk.

“Why are they?”

You can feel the hostility that can’t be hidden in her fiercely sunken eyes.

Einheart was also at war with Eun, but Baekcheong had never shown this much hostility toward Einheart.

Lee Ron recalled the word without answering.

‘Shaolin.’

‘The craftsman who made the Yellow Gun, the Demon of Gehenna… .’

It’s all connected.

Baekcheong thinks that getting a shaman is the biggest benefit, but Rowoon is different.

This link has been found.

‘Someone is taking advantage of the chaos.’

Someone is moving the leftover chaos.

That fact was more important.

“Should I just leave it alone for a while?”

“What are you leaving me alone!”

A white blue screaming peek.

Ignoring her, Rowoon stood up and thought.

Something else has been gained.

Lee Rowoon’s teachers.

They were kings and masters of the world.

They were also at the pinnacle of their power.

‘Master Wu’s Blood and Heavenly Demons.’

It was a laborious martial arts that could be said to have been completed.

I saw the evidence as well.

The blood mage that remained in the blood school was a mess, and the Cheon Magician didn’t carry on properly.

-Just put the others in.

Master who said that you should know the rest because you have completed martial arts.

Master gave me a lot of knowledge of martial arts and silver, but never taught me any other martial arts.

‘The masters have been there for thousands of years.’

After that, the world has been around for thousands of years.

Thousands of years have passed since the world collapsed.

At the end of that long history.

“Is there no progress?”

That’s what vertices are.

Since everything is over, there is nowhere else to go.

If we could go further, it wouldn’t be the end.

In fact, Lee Rowoon was convinced when he returned to Earth and saw the martial arts of Haenam, Hwasan, and Jongnam.

‘Vertex.’

Master’s is the apex with nowhere to go.

“There was no progress.”

There was no further development.

“Change was there.”

This time, we have confirmed a new possibility.

In that long time, something twisted and reborn.

“I think the benefactor has come.”

Chunjong, who has a slightly better complexion, welcomes Lee Rowoon.

“Nowadays, I’m teaching my disciples the hidden history.”

Even though he didn’t say anything, Chunjong continued.

“The forgotten and hidden history that had to be denied.”

That Shinma was at the beginning of everything in Eun.

“It’s still hard to accept, but I’ll do it slowly.”

It must have been the same.

The shaman who was taught to defeat the devil was actually born by the devil.

“I am starting with the definition of demon.”

Is Shinma really a magic?

By asking such questions, the shaman was trying to find a new path.

“But it seems that the benefactor didn’t come for that.”

Chunjong said with a gentle smile.

Lee Rowoon nodded.

The reason why I came to Cheonjong.

It was because I saw new possibilities.

A point of inflection where there is nowhere else to go.

“I need to learn the heart of the sheep.”

I should have the shaman’s yang’s heart.