Disciple of the Three Kings

Volume 2 Episode 10+

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The closed training center was filled with red light.

It was the price for Bondeno to activate the bloody magic circle that Rowoon Lee had.

“Oh… ah… .”

Bondeno’s eyes widened as if possessed by something.

He was the magician who was crazy about the magic circle.

Armo was a force that such magicians had been in charge of from generation to generation.

Even if they were wizards with an extraordinary obsession with knowledge, the adjective was attached to them that they were crazy.

The magicians of Armo were obsessed with the magic circle and studied.

“This is… it’s crazy… .”

So Bondeno could have guessed what it was.

Things that take the form of a magic circle, but are not.

‘Basic?’

I also had a feeling of it because I studied a little bit about the essence of silver.

But what it felt essentially was something else.

“The Holy Magic Circle.”

Holy magic circle.

It was a special magic circle used by the Three Cults of Einhart.

Magic circle means to draw power by making axes for a certain purpose, engraving formulas, and giving them language and form.

The Holy Magic Circle has a similar shape.

But theirs were rather similar to the magic circles of Gehenna, the contract magic circles they used.

Incomprehensible, unintelligible.

The imprint that must be born with just one.

Also, the Trinity says.

‘God’s grace and grace.’

It’s called Shingon.

By the way, by the way.

“Oh… .”

Can you see the divine magic circle in that ominous and bizarre magic circle?

I couldn’t figure it out.

I couldn’t understand more because I knew the player Lee Rowoon.

“Ahh… !”

Bondeno’s eyes lost focus.

It was a reverberation of a vaguely feeling of something far away that I could not understand.

The magic circle that filled the void began to gradually decrease.

It’s compressed, not blurred.

The complex magic circle decreased in size and went towards the center.

The bloody magic circle that was shining from all directions surrounded Lee Rowoon, who was sitting cross-legged.

Bright red smoke came out of Lee Rowoon’s mouth as he sat.

The shrunken magic circle grew smaller in the meantime and covered Yi Rowoon’s body.

Clearly.

That’s how the change began.

The Blood Demon God Gong was the teacher’s first teaching and the first cog to become a vessel of chaos.

Contemplation inside.

To reorganize the things in the body and make it bearable.

However, Master Mu’s newly created Blood Demon Goddess is monstrous and esoteric, breaking through its limits.

In order to be called the inside, there must be the outside.

However, the new Blood Demon God Gong was a process of creating an interior that the human body could not contain.

You cannot fill a small glass bottle with water beyond its capacity limit.

It was the Blood Demon God who made such impossible and incomprehensible things.

So there are side effects.

‘It’s dangerous because you don’t know when it will break.’

I can’t even think of using martial arts.

Even excessive movement had to be restrained.

Because the inside, accumulated beyond the limit, shouldn’t burst the outer shell of the body.

It was the new Cheonma Shingong that was devised to eliminate the side effects.

‘The body can do that too.’

If the size of the glass bottle is small, you can make it bigger.

‘A body that does not break no matter how much excess capacity it enters.’

It is a martial art for such an impossibility.

Damn it!

Originally, Lee Rowoon’s plan was to practice the Cheonma Godong immediately after the completion of the Blood Demon Godgong.

But the plan has changed.

‘Cheonmagi.’

Cheonma Godong needs a helper.

Cheonmagi, the power that the members of the Cheonmagyo have to beat as if smelting steel.

That’s why Lee Rowoon sought magic from the beginning.

If you find a blood cult, you will be subordinated to the blood demon god.

If it was a Cheonma Gyo, I was planning to make it clear that it was Cheonma, or to ban it by force.

-Cheonmagyo is… .

But there was a problem.

-It’s been too long since I’ve interacted with them. No, there is no such thing as an exchange. It’s like an enemy.

It was Kang Han-cheol’s words.

-I’ve always cared for and cared about them, so I thought so too.

Cheonma-gyo was destroyed.

Fear of a conflict with the Cheonmagyo, the most powerful enemy, he continued to be wary of them, but he said that in his heart he thought that they might have perished and disappeared.

However, the bloodstains proved the health of the Cheonmagyo.

-Cheonmagyo cannot be found on our side either. At least, no one trades with the Black Shit revealing his identity.

The same goes for the Black Sword King.

-No, they couldn’t hide their identity, so it’s clear that they’ve been destroyed or at least inactive.

So I found Bondeno.

Because I needed a second option.

A way to pound the body by making the Cheonmagi that cannot be made now.

This is the magic circle.

“Okay… Aaaaaah!”

This is not a set method, but a twist created by Yi Rowoon.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

As it is a path that has not been taken, the effect is not certain.

“Gagging, gagging… . Whoops!”

The side effects were more than I expected.

“Hey, I’ll stop!”

I was about to scream to stop the magic that Bondeno was supplying.

“Don’t stop!”

Lee Rowoon cried in tears.

“Continue… continue.”

“I… Don’t stop even if you think you’re going to die… !”

The disintegration of the body has already begun.

If you stop the magic circle now, your body will completely collapse.

Thinking about that made me laugh even in the midst of pain.

‘Being obsessed with life.’

I thought it was a feeling I would never have again.

Isn’t it?

‘Do you wish for death?’

Amid the pain of being torn apart, various thoughts ran through Lee Rowoon’s head.

Your consciousness fades.

‘Well, I thought it was okay to give up at any time.’

The world I wished for destruction anyway.

If the world is destroyed by your own death, you will only receive the results you should have received.

‘Blood religion, nothing means much to me.’

For the teachers anyway… .

“Bye, shut up… .”

Masters.

People who played the role of parents that they did not have.

Sometimes they existed as brothers and sisters.

When the wounds of betrayal did not heal, they gave up their arms without telling them to believe.

‘Kill it.’

When you think everything is useless.

‘No.’

They took their pain together and threw themselves into the greater pain.

‘Let’s eat.’

Once again.

‘Did you sleep well?’

I want to feel it again. “Beneficial-!”

The magic circle’s light went out.

Iron, who was at the center of it, collapsed.

“Blood Sword Captain.”

“Yes. Teacher.”

To Kang Han-cheol’s words, the political figure gave a small response.

“No, it’s dimensions.”

Kang Han-cheol’s next words shook Jeong Ji-soo’s eyes.

The two were standing in the Blood Magic Palace and looking down at the Blood Prince.

“Good.”

He was originally a dying kid on the outskirts of the Blood Prince.

But Kang Han-cheol found him and, knowing that Mujae was there, called him to the Blood Magic Palace.

If Kang Han-cheol hadn’t saved him then, the political prisoner would have died.

“Are you still feeling guilty?”

Jung Jeong-su bit his lip at Kang Han-cheol’s words.

“This is what you should have done.”

As a blood sword captain who protects the blood horse, Jeong Ji-su aimed his sword at the strong-cheols.

He thought it was natural because it was his duty to protect the blood horse, but there was a sense of guilt in the back of his heart.

“Don’t worry. Because you are who you are, you were able to become a blood sword captain.”

“I… .”

Jung Ji-soo answered in a low voice as if he had made up his mind.

“If it happens again, it will be the same.”

“If the headmaster rebels against the blood demon, I’ll cut the head off without hesitation.”

Kang Han-cheol saw a political prisoner.

“So there is no guilt.”

“… … It’s okay to feel a little guilty.”

“No.”

Hancheol Kang shook his head and said with a small smile.

“I’m probably saying that because it’s not going to happen.”

At that time, the political capital nodded as he looked at the Blood Prince again.

Except for the Blood Magic Palace, the Blood Prince was lifeless as if it were always dying.

Since he was born and raised there, he felt more deeply.

‘Change.’

The changes that occurred in this short span of time changed everything.

“This is a blessing from the blood demon. Where will you betray him? If he dies, he will die; if he lives, he will live.”

It was not by law.

The sincerity that comes from the depths of your heart.

This could also be due to the subordination of blood, but it could be said that it was not Kang Chul.

The perishing and dying people live happily ever after.

In Eun-eun, blood religion is said to be a group of demons without blood or tears, but how could the world be like that?

A place where people live.

A disturbance is a group after all.

It’s made by people.

“Me too.”

Jung Ji-su nodded his head.

“By the way, I don’t think I’ll be surprised any more.”

The long-awaited Blood Demon had arrived, and the ruined Blood Prince was regaining its glory.

In addition, the dungeon called Armor was incorporated into the world.

‘Neither seen nor heard of.’

For the most part, I had never even heard of Kang Han Railroad, which was active outside of taxation.

You’re a wizard.

“Heh heh. Isn’t this the way the demons live together?”

It’s unlikely, though.

“I don’t think I’d be surprised though.”

The politician said.

“I was very surprised by that.”

Armo seemed to recall the expression of a political prisoner who rushed to protect the blood horse as he moved.

“The headmaster was also very surprised.”

“That’s why you don’t want to be surprised anymore… .”

The reason why they can talk so leisurely.

It’s probably because you’ve regained a bit of leeway, unlike the fact that you had to work hard to survive.

Aaaaaaah!

At the sound of an explosion, Kang Han-cheol and Jeong Jeong-su rushed to the ground.

It would not be surprising to say that it was an instantaneous reaction.

“It is a closed training center!”

Hancheol Kang shouted.

“This is where the Blood Horse is!”

Where the blood horse is.

The two, spewing flames from their eyes, were moving quickly towards the closed training center.

“What happened!”

Domuseong and Handobaek, who were the surviving elders on the day of the arrival of the blood horse, also arrived soon after hearing the commotion.

I could feel the wizards moving from a distance, but there was no time to wait for them.

Domuseong said with a distorted face.

If it was an explosion at the closed training center, of course, I would have run away, but I wouldn’t have been so surprised.

If it is the training of blood horses, no matter how strong the training ground is, it will not be able to withstand it.

But there was another reason why the people of the blood cult ran so quickly.

“Why can’t I feel the Cheonmagi!”

It was because the energy exploding from the closed training center was a celestial spirit that could not be felt in a blood school.

Without hesitation, Kang Han-cheol cleared away the remains of the entrance to the closed training center, which had been broken by the sword.

Pass.

The rising dust.

As the entrance was cleared, the darkened Cheonmagi seemed to suffocate.

The politician entered without looking back.

Kang Kang-cheol, Do Mu-seong, and Han Do-baek followed.

They drew all their energy and looked at the center of the collapsed abandoned training center.

For a moment, their vision flickered.

In the pitch-black darkness, in the middle where you can’t see an inch ahead.

Tub.

Someone was walking out.

All you can see is the glare from the bright red eyes.

As he walked out, Han Do-baek almost stepped back.

“Who are you!”

But I finally made up my mind and walked away.

“If the blood demon had even a single wound… .”

Hancheol Kang took the lead and shouted.

“I’ll grind you and drink it.”

A low but cool warning.

They were nervous and prepared to jump into the monster at any moment.

‘Finding the blood horse is the first priority.’

Being unable to move because of the safety of the blood horse.

One more step forward.

He was getting closer, but his shape was like a shaking black ghost.

Slowly the shape is revealed.

Bright red eyes, thick black hair.

“Ummm… .?”

“Why are you all running so surprised?”

As the monster reached out and grasped it, the Cheonmagi, which was filled with the sound of digging, disappeared.

“Tongue, Blood Mamma?”

“How… ?”

“Did you not tell me?”

He said as he brushed his long ebony hair.

“I’m a heavenly horse. I’m also a blood horse.”