Disciple of the Three Kings

Volume 1 Episode 24+

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[Eunha Guild]

It was the name of a new guild located in Namyangju.

Like a life that blooms and loses countless times a day, so does the guild, so no one cared about it.

At first, I didn’t do a great job like everyone’s eyes.

– Inexperienced.

For a long time, the blood religion was tied only to the Blood Prince.

It was said that he did outside activities as a gang-ha group and gang-ha guild, but it was limited, and the biggest problem was that the blood cultists had little experience in hunting monsters.

There was a descent guild, but when I looked into what was going on, there was a reason.

-The elders forbade the blood cultists to hunt monsters.

Stupid.

-Because it is against the law for the cultists of the Great Blood Horse to hunt monsters.

In fact, there was no such word in the law.

It was just a law the elders made up to protect the pride of Mujin.

‘I killed him too easily.’

Crazy things.

He couldn’t even adapt to a world where heaven and earth had changed, so the Blood Prince was ruined every now and then.

That’s why, while operating a fairly large guild called the Kang River Guild, there were no readings left.

However, Kang Kang-cheol flexibly put blood cultists on missions, and there were a few people with experience.

‘The uninhabited are those who have spent their whole lives studying to deal with people.’

However, dealing with monsters and dealing with people are completely different.

Because the monsters did not have the blood level that the unmanned had studied for a long time, and unlike those who die if they stab and cut a vital point, undead monsters and monsters with excellent regenerative power did not die to that extent.

But the Galactic Guild soon got used to it.

Unlike the descent guild, which mostly consisted of players, the galaxy guild was an uninhabited guild.

It was a guild created by using more than half of the money made by organizing the Gangha group to buy the status of uninhabited people.

A guild whose members are all blood cultists.

It seemed creaky at first.

‘I also like resourcefulness.’

The Eunha Guild quickly began to find stability.

‘The blood cult is not weak.’

Even though there are still many shortcomings compared to the uninhabited people on Earth, that is just a difference in experience and special circumstances.

The martial arts of the blood cult had no shortcomings compared to the martial arts of other Eun factions.

Because they are blood cultists who have been refining and honing their martial arts for endless years, they are quickly adapting to the changing situation.

The expansion of the Eunha Guild has accelerated.

-The power of the Blood Magician is enormous.

They were newly born as blood demons, and it could be said that their power had almost doubled.

Slowly expand the guild and receive members of the Blood Planet as members of the Galactic Guild.

More and higher speed.

The blood cults were rapidly getting stronger.

‘Practical experience.’

Players say that they gain experience and grow by hunting monsters, but uninhabited people also grow up by dealing with monsters.

Of course, it’s not as noticeable as the player’s, but it gets sharper and stronger in real-world experience.

But above all else, there was something else that accelerated the growth of the blood cults the most.

‘Blood Demon Sucking 血魔吸功.’

Those who are subordinate to the Blood Demon Gods were able to use some of the skills of the Blood Demon Gods.

Among them, the blood magic breath that turns blood into strength.

Using it, he was accumulating the blood of monsters and increasing his strength.

In the blink of an eye, the Eunha Guild had grown into a guild that would take charge of one axis of Namyangju.

The most deficient things in Blood Pluto were being resolved.

BAR Pier in the basement of Dongdaemun.

“Has Kang Ha-cheol’s group retired?”

“I heard that Kangha’s group ownership was completely passed on.” “Did something big happen?”

It looks like an ordinary bar, but this was one of the Seoul branches of Heuksi, the dark axis of the world.

“Isn’t the volcanic movement unusual?”

“I heard that Cheong In-woo is moving.”

“Are you talking about that red plum engineer? Oh My God. What is going on?”

“Let’s hear it… .”

Guests were talking and chatting loudly.

As if ignoring all of that, the man in the hoodie sat quietly.

A middle-aged gentleman with his hair in a neat pomade came up to him and said,

“See you again.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up as he said that.

“The manager.”

“Ah, I will take care of this guest.”

The manager gestured to another waiter and handed him a whiskey at will.

“What… , If you came here with a bad idea, put it aside. It’s all black, isn’t it?”

Lee Roon received a commission from Black City.

The request was virtually the same as throwing their lives at the blood cultists.

There were times when those who survived such a quest came to seek revenge at the black hour with a grudge.

“But I don’t think so.”

The manager smiled slightly.

“Did you become a prisoner?”

Hearing the manager’s words, Lee Rowoon looked at him.

“Oh, don’t worry. Because only you and I can hear the story at the bar table.”

He looked at Lee Rowoon’s empty glass and handed him another glass of whiskey.

“If you became a Christian, you wouldn’t be left with us either. Why did you come today? It wouldn’t be a personal thing if it was a priest… .”

The manager’s eyes widened.

“Is it a doctrinal thing?”

“Well, it is.”

“I didn’t say anything, so I thought my tongue was cut off.”

“It’s fun to listen to people talking to themselves.”

“Is that so?”

The manager smiled slightly.

“So what about the request?”

“I want to get Darknet permission.”

The manager poured another glass of whiskey, this time he drank.

“What are the qualifications?”

After hearing his words, Lee Ro-Won silently took out a card and handed it to him.

A plaque with a single red dragon embossed.

It was an identity card that proved the eldership of the blood cult.

“Nonsense, are you an elder?”

“It’s true that Black City’s intelligence has deteriorated.”

“What… ?”

The hostility in the manager’s eyes.

He said that it had nothing to do with it.

“I’m happy though. Because there are no rats hiding in Blood Pluto.”

The hostility in the manager’s eyes grew even stronger.

“The authority of the darknet, and one favor.”

“The price is… That should be enough. Even more so if you made me feel bad. I want you to know that I am patient because I have a relationship with the school.”

“Good.”

Lee Rowoon’s lips curled up.

“Information at a cost.”

“Information.”

Lee Rowoon quietly touched the whiskey glass and continued.

“It is a replacement for the current blood horse.”

“No… what!”

The store manager shouted with his eyes ripped open.

“Is that really true? why? how? No way… .”

“Are you familiar with the circumstances of Blood Pluto? I’m very surprised that the blood horse has changed. Are you so surprised that the blood horses who learned the blood magician have changed?”

“Gee, is that true now?”

The manager, who had been shouting at Lee Rowoon, stopped and trembled.

Behind his neck, a small blood spit was emitting a faint blue energy.

“I know a lot about Blood Prince, but I don’t know about the replacement of blood horses at the time, D. That means there are no rats now, but… .”

“It sounds like there were rats before.”

“Now… Do you know what you are doing?”

“Were you one of the elders? Or a hundred of blood, he?”

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

The manager concealed his embarrassment and said with a cold gaze.

The blood that was aimed at the manager’s neck melted and disappeared.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. So what is the power of the darknet?”

“… That’s not something I can decide. You should report it to the superior and ask for permission.”

Even Lee Ron knew that much.

‘Darknet.’

That was talking about the black city’s information network.

Special quests and transactions that can be received from Black City are conducted face-to-face because records should not be left, but selling and sharing information is a different story.

The authority of the darknet that is given only to special people who are recognized in Black Vision.

Because I was able to receive the information I needed at any time there.

“So, please?”

Hearing the store manager’s words, Lee Rowoon smiled again and said.

“I want to meet the black king.”

“Gear this… You are crossing the line.”

There was no appearance of the manager trembling in blood.

The bido in his hand is on Lee Run’s neck.

Sureung.

Swords from all directions reached Lee Rowoon’s neck.

Guests at the bar chatting and talking casually.

Because they were all Black City employees.

Several sword gods have been aiming for the good.

The manager’s secret.

Even if Lee Rowoon moved even a little, they were sharp enough to pierce Lee Rowoon’s neck and take his life.

“You don’t seem like an idiot who doesn’t know what the price is for the sin of having that name in your mouth here.”

“Is this the meaning of blood religion?”

The manager’s eyes gleamed wildly.

Until now, the black city has maintained a good relationship with the blood cult.

Lee Rowoon thought that black poetry was not a blood religion, but said that black poetry and blood religion were completely separate forces.

However, one of the ancestral blood horses is the master of black poetry.

‘The Black King.’

He once saved his life, and in order to repay the favor, the black city is providing convenience to the blood cult.

“Even if you are truly an elder, you have committed an unforgivable sin. I didn’t know the blood cult would handle things like this.”

The momentum felt by the manager.

‘S-rank ranker.’

I was feeling the power of the player, not the master of the hwagyeong.

“You talk too much.”

“What… .”

“I said I wanted to meet the Black Siwang, is it possible? Impossible? Just tell me whether you agree or not.”

“This guy… .”

It was the moment when the manager stabbed Bido a little more, and drops of blood formed on Lee Rowoon’s neck.

Slurp.

The drops of blood that flowed out were moving on the backs of Bido and the sword gods.

The manager seemed to notice something.

“It’s too late.”

Their bodies hardened.

“The blood of Jinhyeol is utterly devastating. Poison in whiskey means nothing.”

In order to trade in Black City, you must drink from the glass they hand you.

And the wine contained the pride of black poetry, 散功毒.

If the transaction is successfully completed, a new cup is given and an antidote is given.

But the poison didn’t work for Lee Rowoon.

“On the contrary.” Farrr.

Not only the manager, but everyone who was aiming their swords at Lee Rowoon was shaking like an aspen tree.

“Blood that is indestructible can become a fatal poison that can never be avoided.”

“You… you… .”

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. I don’t want my relationship with Black Si to be ruined.”

“Sorry… .”

“Isn’t it enough to meet the Black Shi King?”

Lee Rowoon’s eyes glowed red.

“What qualifications… .”

“Replacement of blood horses at the time.”

A pool of blood began to form under Lee Rowoon’s feet.

The bloodstains protruding from the pool of blood were floating in front of the foreheads of the store manager as well as the others.

That play.

Blood sting through the forehead.

No one was able to move while trembling in that fear.

“I am the new blood horse.”

It was a moment when the manager’s eyes fluttered once again.

[Then you are qualified.]

A voice came into Lee Rowoon’s head.

Lee Rowoon’s lips had a dark arc.

The bloodstains disappeared.

“Heo Eok, Heo Eok… .”

The shopkeepers, whose blood had disappeared, were breathing heavily.

“I didn’t say anything, so I thought my tongue was cut off.”

Lee Rowoon’s languid voice penetrated their ears.