Disciple of the Three Kings

Chapter 190

Volume 8 Episode 15+

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Lee Rowoon raised the completed two-handed sword.

It was a sword that showed a beauty that seemed to be sucked in by its rugged appearance, and although it did not feel anything special, only the black light that covered the entire blade.

Lee Roon tried to move it around.

I’ve made countless armaments in the family, but this is the first time I’ve completed the armaments that Lee Ro-Won really wanted.

The materials used to make this sword are brilliant.

‘Balrog’s Whip.’

An object that is not a substance and can be called the essence of Balrog.

It can be called the core of the noble-class monster of Gehenna, Balrog itself, and it was the Balrog’s whip that symbolized the endlessly burning inferno fire and indestructible durability.

In the past, a part of Balrog’s whip had appeared in the world, but none of them failed to process Balrog’s whip, and it was known that the Balrog’s whip disappeared one day.

That alone was shocking.

But that wasn’t the only material for Lee Rowoon’s two-handed sword production.

Balrog’s body, part of it.

That’s why the indestructible, flaming whip was able to take the form.

“Uh… .”

The main ingredient used was the whip of the Balrog, perhaps even a higher level material.

‘Dragon Bone.’

There was an existence that was evaluated as the best living thing out of both Silver and Einhart.

Dragon, the strongest predator known as the pinnacle of the food chain.

The overminds called dragons in silver and dragons in Einheart could be said to be creatures that transcend common sense and limitations.

It was known that the scales and bones of a living dragon could deflect even the sword that the master of Hyungyeong had poured out, and even nullify the 8th circle magic used by the Archmage of Einheart.

Therefore, it was known that the material was expensive, and that no matter how much money it was, it could not be bought.

But what was written as a material for a two-handed sword.

‘Bone of the Guardian Dragon, Bingryong Partizan.’

It was one of the guardian dragons, considered the highest among dragons.

Balrog’s whip containing hellfire and Bingryong’s bones filled with the energy of ice cold.

They were the main ingredients.

“Ugh… .”

Now, it is an item that is immersed in its energy, created by Yi Rowoon, who is not lacking in comparison to any other craftsman.

“Wow!”

The craftsmen of the Tang family could not help but be astonished to lose their jaws at the creation of such a great product.

“Why do you keep doing this, my lord.”

One of the craftsmen asked the head of the family, who was constantly making strange noises.

Dangchagi seems to have come to his senses just then.

He tucked my chin in and shook his head.

“The chin… had fallen.”

It wasn’t the shock that the chin seemed to fall out, it was that the chin actually fell out.

“When did you leave?”

But the craftsmen shook their heads as if nothing was wrong.

Of course, among the many craftsmen gathered here, there was not a single person who did not have a chin.

The period during which Lee Rowoon created ‘that’, the growth he showed.

And the appearance of casting weapons from materials that are known to be impossible to smelt was a sight that could not be learned unless you were a craftsman.

The same goes for materials related to the Balrog.

The dragonborn was of more special value than that.

The number of dragons caught in the world so far is less than three.

Among them, the only dragon corpses in silver are the four dragons and the corpses of Augolas.

But even that was said to have been destroyed in an accident one day.

A fantasy material that has never been obtained before.

The reason why it continued to stimulate the desires of artisans.

“Everyone, let’s go to the gym right now.”

The fact that weapons made of dragon bones appeared in the world from time to time to surprise everyone.

Dragons have never been hunted, but there are seven dragon weapons in Einheart.

Things that the guardian dragons gave out for their contractors were not only called holy things, but also called gods and boasted of great majesty.

Since such a thing appeared in silver, the artisans feel like they are in heaven now.

Lee Rowoon also wanted to swing his sword like a chimney.

The tip of the resonant two-handed sword pointed toward the ground.

A strange silence descended.

The atmosphere where no one can easily open their mouths.

The dance hall of the Tang family was built to be larger and more rigid than that of other families or sects to hone poison and cancer techniques.

The place had now been transformed into a shape that would suit the word ruins.

Saa.

Black smoke flows out and disappears from the two-handed sword that was facing the end of the earth.

Tuuk.

A drop of sweat dripped down Lee Rowoon’s forehead, causing a ripple.

Until then, no one in the gym could open their mouths and only swallowed their saliva.

The craftsmen who were always astonished that their jaws should fall out kept their mouths shut.

As they are samurai craftsmen, they are also knowledgeable in martial arts.

Of course, not as much as their field of expertise, but what I see now.

It was an indescribable sight.

I had heard that Lee Rowoon used a bizarre swordsmanship different from martial arts, but that was something different from swordsmanship.

Especially with the craftsmen making serious faces with their mouths shut.

It was because of that sword.

Go carefully and stand next to Lee Rowoon.

“How are you?”

He asked cautiously.

Rowoon stirs the giant sword with one hand, as if he’s still not quite sure.

I could see the blood vessels bulging in his hand holding the sword.

Dangchagi told the reason.

“Don’t… It is a sword.”

Lee Rowoon looks at Dangchagi.

“These are new recruits, but they are not things that are called sick things.”

It’s sacred, and it’s not worthy of respect.

“Magic sword.”

A sword engulfed in magic.

“Suck the user’s vitality and inner strength, causing them to fall into madness and eventually.”

Dangchagi says:

“The sword that leads to death.”

That’s the magic sword.

There was nothing known to the world about how to make a magic sword.

It’s just that, like a god, the sky has to come down to be born.

A sword known to suck blood from thousands or tens of thousands or to be created by craftsmen with divine talents drowning in madness and slaughter.

But it’s not something you can make to make it.

“Even in the long history of silver, only three swords were said to have existed.”

“Three bags?”

“Heaven Demon Sword, Blood Demon Sword.”

“The Unknown Sword.”

A sword whose name is unknown.

It is known that the sword’s owners stole thousands and tens of thousands of vitality and conveyed the dignity of being called a demon through the power of the sword.

That’s why artisans are astonished that such swords were crafted by human hands.

“So how about it?”

Lee Roon asks.

The languid face was difficult to read even with a dang-chagi that had long experience and life melted into it.

However, I can tell a little bit about what I have seen with my family.

“Do you think it is dangerous?”

That sword, I assure you, no one can control it.

I am sure that the Namgungcheon of the Namgung family will also be swallowed up in fear and lose both reason and life.

This man is different.

Then Dangchagi is smiling.

“Then it is a great sword.”

I’m serious.

“Is there a sword that suits you better than a demon sword?”

Prepared, faced.

The craftsmen of the Tang family do not know what a beneficial existence is and exactly what it is.

But he will be called Maju, and he will be the head of a new organization called Gi-yeol.

It is called a blood horse, and I know that it is a heavenly horse.

Then the magic sword.

Isn’t that a sword that suits him better than anyone else?

“This sword is not even finished yet, so please show me the finished sword in the future.”

“It’s been a while.”

A young man holding a teacup.

It looks young, but you can feel a noble dignity in every movement and every way you speak.

“I can’t get my head around the stories I hear here and there.”

His name is Chunjong.

He was one of Eun’s greatest masters, reincarnated in the body of Mu Baek, a shaman’s long writer and disciple of the shaman.

He looked young and strong, but it looked different to Lee Rowoon.

“You’re in bad shape.”

It’s true that he only looks good on the outside, but the inside is rotting and crumbling.

Two souls occupying one body.

The difference is what makes the body rot.

Chunjong’s enormous power and the qualifications as a keeper created by Lee Rowoon are the only things that keep him.

“It’s like a sandcastle that will collapse with the slightest touch.”

That was the real state of Heaven.

“The eyes of benefactors cannot be deceived.”

Cheonjong laughs bitterly.

“Okay. This old man has already lived enough to live, for he has no time for life.”

Cheonjong continues his speech.

“Also, there is no setback in the work for the benefactor.”

The shaman has been revealed to the world.

They, who had not come out with the clan close to Bongmun, began to engage in outside activities and actively intervened in the affairs of the meeting.

In the past, the shaman was the most powerful checkpoint among the old file rooms, and in fact, its influence and ability did not disappear.

As soon as they opened the door, the sashimi couldn’t help but welcome them.

‘There was a plan in there.’

The shaman was melting into the sashimi and slowly expanding its presence.

“I am a long writer, but there is nothing I need to do. Don’t worry. Moreover, the benefactor’s activities are creating room for the shaman to dig deeper.”

Eun’s major elite have already been absent due to closing.

Work in Japan is also troublesome.

‘Cheongui-gun. Medical illness is beneficial.’

In Korea, it is said that the activities of the Qingui army, which were quiet, are becoming more active.

The shaman’s hand had to be borrowed at the time of the severe shortage of manpower for the society, which had not yet been able to solve the problem of opening up.

Cheonjong’s upright complexion darkened.

“I am only sorry for Mu Baek.”

It is said that Mu-baek wanted it, but Cheon-jong and Mu-baek spend their lives together.

Cheonjong is an old man who has reached the end of his life, but Mubaek is still young.

Chunjong, who was a Tao, felt sad that his life was ending.

Lee Roon swallowed the hot tea from the teacup and said.

“If this job goes well, I’ll be able to maintain that life properly.”

I thought it was just to comfort myself.

But the words that came out of Yi Rowoon’s mouth then shook Cheonjong’s eyes.

“The soul vaccine.”

The nickname of the legendary member of Eun.

“I found out where he was.”