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“Haha! Listen to what you want! Since you are my benefactor, you can say whatever you want!”
Kang Han-cheol, who offers food with a friendly smile.
Right now, Lee Ro-woon, Kang Han-cheol, and Kang Eun-ha were sitting in the banquet hall inside the Kang Ha Group building that had been prepared for the reception.
Appetizing food served on a large table.
Rain.
Lee Ro-woon picked up the food and put it in his mouth without hesitation.
“Wow! That’s really amazing! Don’t you think it might be poisonous?”
Kang Han-cheol smiled heartily at the sight.
“Of course it’s not poisonous, so feel free to eat as much as you want!”
“The poison won’t work anyway.”
Rain.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had proper food. It’s delicious.”
Kang Han-cheol’s eyes, looking at I-ro-un, sank.
Before coming to the banquet hall.
‘What is the purpose of coming to the Blood Cult?’
An intense encounter in the lobby.
It was a near-death situation.
If Iroun had moved rashly, the special assassination squad of the Blood Cult, the Dark Blood Squad, which had been prepared in the lobby, would have moved and killed Iroun.
But Kang Han-cheol couldn’t help but laugh in vain at Lee Ro-woon’s words that followed.
‘Is this the kind of treatment a blood cult deserves from its benefactor? I’m hungry, so I should eat first.’
Either you don’t know my situation or you have lost your fear.
Kang Han-cheol ended up smiling at that calm answer and taking his seat at the banquet hall.
‘Murderer of comrades, Lee Ro-un.’
I knew the story about him.
That’s why I was even more curious.
There was no information anywhere that Lee Ro-un was related to the Blood Cult.
I quickly looked into it after hearing that he was coming here, and it turned out that he had been enslaved by the Volcano Guild for five years and had recently died.
‘It’s definitely internal energy.’
The reappearing Iroun had a completely different personality and appearance from those known to the world, and he also possessed the powers of a non-player.
further.
‘What is your identity?’
There was something that piqued Kang Han-cheol’s interest.
It was known that Lee Ro-un possessed internal energy, but it was difficult to guess the extent of it.
‘He’s definitely not above me.’
It was rare to find a way to hide a bet like this.
If there is one, then it’s one.
‘Are you really a believer?’
It was a special method that was only passed down in the Demonic Cult.
“If there’s anything missing, just tell me!”
“More meat.”
“Hahaha! Bring me more meat!”
It wasn’t just Kang Hyeon-cheol who was looking at the benefits.
‘Hoo.’
The beneficial one was also looking at strong iron.
Kang Ha Guild’s guild leader, Kang Han-cheol.
He was known as a player with an S-rank rank.
But the energy I feel from him now is clearly internal energy.
‘It’s unmanned.’
Internal energy, the energy of silver.
That wasn’t all.
‘The groundwork is not right.’
An S-ranked ranker, he would be at the level of a flower-viewing expert if he were unmanned.
Of course, that’s not wrong, but to be exact, Kang Hyeon-cheol’s realm is the extreme of Hwa-gyeong.
It was a realm where a high ranker called Hyeon-gyeong was right in front of us.
A state that is slightly more advanced than one’s past self.
“The young lady who went on a mission without telling me did me a favor. If you have anything you want, I will grant it. Tell me anything.”
Kang Han-cheol spoke to Lee Ro-woon who was eating.
“of course….”
The atmosphere has changed.
A bit heavier and hotter feeling.
“Before that, there’s something I need to promise you.”
Swish.
Lee Ro-woon answered, wiping his mouth, which was stained with oil and blood.
“Are you asking me to join the Blood Cult?”
“That’s right. From what I’ve heard, it seems like you know quite a bit about us. Can you tell me what’s going on? Obviously…”
Kang Han-cheol’s eyes grew deeper.
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“I’ve never heard of a story about a fellow murderer named Lee Ro-woon being a disciple.”
Their eyes met each other.
“Did you become a believer while working at the Volcano Guild Corpse Disposal Center?”
“Hmm. I guess they’re similar.”
“then….”
Kang Han-cheol now blurted out his last words.
“I heard you asked if I was from the Heavenly Family or the Blood Family. Which side are you from?”
Heaven and blood.
It was also a word used to divide the Cheonmagyo and the Blood Sect.
Although the two were collectively referred to as the same root, the Demonic Cult, they can now be said to be separate organizations with completely different meanings and influence.
“You could say it’s the bloodline side now.”
“Right now? Well, I guess I’ll hear the details later!”
Kang Han-cheol smiled again.
Because what seemed like a headache was quickly resolved.
“I will accept you as a regular disciple. After that… .”
“Tell me what you want first.”
Lee Ro-woon interrupted Kang Han-cheol’s words and said:
“Give it all away.”
“… … .”
The only ones sitting in the banquet hall now were Kang Han-cheol, Kang Eun-ha, and Lee Ro-woon.
But a more secretive energy was emanating from all sides of the banquet hall, targeting Iroun.
If by any chance Lee Ro-un did something useless, he would move immediately and kill him.
“You’re so arrogant.”
Kang Han-cheol’s low voice echoed throughout the banquet hall.
“But I don’t hate arrogant men that much. I respect you for coming here knowing that this is the mouth of a dragon.”
In a low, serious voice.
“Everyone, step back.”
Kang Han-cheol gave the order.
Okay.
Unlike the time of Kang Eun-ha, no one rebelled.
In an instant, the energy that had filled the banquet hall disappeared without a trace.
“They’ve all been bitten. If you don’t believe me, at least show me.”
“No. It’s okay. Just tell me your purpose.”
Dalgrak.
“Iroun put down his fork and said,
“I must give up the position of Blood Horse.”
It was the moment when Lee Ro-woon’s words put a period to the end.
Phew!
The long table they were sitting at suddenly burst into flames.
“You’ve finally crossed the line.”
Amidst the shattered fragments of the dining table, Kang Hyeon-cheol, engulfed in red flames, was glaring at I-ro-un, spewing forth an aura that would burn everything.
“grandfather!”
Kang Eun-ha tried to stop him, but it was no use.
“Miss, please stay out of here!”
“… … !”
“Don’t you know? Even you, young lady, cannot protect me from the sin of daring to mention the name of the Blood Demon.”
Looking at the strong steel that seemed like it would burn down the entire building at any moment.
Swish.
Lee Ro-un raised his body.
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Strong iron.
The energy I felt from him was the height of excitement.
By magic standards, it is the ultimate devil.
It was said that he was a ranker who was about to become a high ranker.
But Hwagyeong and Geukma were not just different in name.
‘The extreme is….’
When you reach the extreme, you can display power that transcends boundaries for a moment.
That was magic, magic.
in other words.
Gooooo!
The strong iron in front of him now meant that he was a strong man who could draw out the strength of a high ranker if necessary.
On the other hand, what about yourself?
Defeated Kim Shin-hong, his enemy, at the Volcano Guild Monster Corpse Disposal Yard.
The guy was an S-ranker, and a mid-level one at that.
But that’s it.
‘It’s because he and I don’t get along well.’
Kim Shin-hong, who leveled up by riding the bus, just like Ahn Min-hong and his group, who were children of the nouveau riche.
Besides, for a tank to shine, he had to be with multiple dealers.
Also, Lee Ro-woon had been partying with Kim Shin-hong for a long time and was familiar with his habits and way of thinking.
That’s why it was easy to handle.
Let’s judge ourselves calmly.
‘The middle of the extreme.’
That was his level.
By absorbing the blood of the Shiryong, he underwent two transformations and became a dragon bone body, and reached the end of the third stage of the Blood Demon God Art, Black Blood.
But not all of that power had yet settled into his body.
No matter how fast the achievement was, there was absolutely not enough time.
‘If I could use martial arts, I wouldn’t know.’
I could be sure that if I faced Kang Han-cheol now, I would definitely lose.
“Do you use weapons? I’ll give them to you if you need them.”
“You can’t use it now. You’ll be in big trouble.”
“her.”
Nevertheless, Lee Ro-un calmly faced Kang Hyeon-cheol.
“Aren’t you going to take the rider’s seat too?”
A combat stance for demonstrating martial arts skills.
Although it was a standing-up ceremony, Lee Ro-woon could only stand still.
“You can’t even use martial arts. That would be a big problem.”
“You bastard….”
Gooooo!
Kang Hyeon-cheol’s energy rose to another level.
Kukukukuku!
The floor, walls, and ceiling of the banquet hall, which had been built with such fighting in mind, began to crumble under the strong iron energy.
“You are insulting me.”
“It’s not a lie. It’s true.”
“Then there is nothing to prepare, so come first. I will give you three seconds to think of the favor my lady has received.”
Lee Ro-woon curled up the corners of his mouth with sleepy eyes.
“Was the Blood Cult always this upright?”
“Know that I am treating you as a guest, not as an enemy to be dealt with.”
Shh.
Lee Ro-un’s smile deepened even further.
It’s still fun.
‘That’s just the way the world is.’
A demonic cult known for treating human life like trash, and being incomparable to any red player or villain.
They were more plausible than the guilds of the political factions known to be fair and just.
The world was such a place.
A place where public opinion created by those in power holds the absolute majority and is always solidified as the truth.
“Grandpa…! Tell me a little more….”
Kang Eun-ha stepped forward to stop Kang Han-cheol.
“miss.”
But it seemed that Kang Han-cheol couldn’t think about Kang Han-ha anymore.
“Please step back.”
“Grandpa… .”
“If you want to save that guy, you’ll have to do that even more.”
Looking into Kang Eun-ha’s burning eyes, Kang Eun-ha finally stepped back.
Meanwhile, Kang Eun-ha looked at Lee Ro-woon.
‘What on earth are you thinking?’
Kang Eun-ha, who still takes his side despite mentioning the Blood Demon.
Is this how I repay my benefactor?
It was a short relationship, and although he was a benefactor, he didn’t actually do me any favors.
And yet… .
“Your Majesty! Tell me right now that you made a slip of the tongue!”
It was heartbreaking to see her still struggling to save herself.
“What on earth is he talking about that makes you do such a thing! Miss!”
Even Kang Han-cheol wouldn’t understand.
But that’s why Iroun liked Kang Eun-ha better.
Kang Eun-ha wasn’t acting like this because of a short relationship or a favor that wasn’t even worth it.
‘instinct.’
And her intuition was what was moving her.
A blood sect that sways like a candle in the wind.
Her entire intuition was screaming that she was the one who would save the blood sect.
Her instincts must be screaming at her not to go against herself.
That’s only natural.
Her identity is.
“Were you a priestess?”
Because she was a priestess, a shaman who served a god.
“Yes, nooooooo-!”
Kang Han-cheol, who had been willing to give up three seconds, could no longer endure it and was running towards Lee Ro-woon.
This was because he could no longer stand by and watch Lee Ro-woon, who had already discovered the true identity of the priestess after mentioning the blood horse.
The blazing fist of salt was growing larger and larger.
It showed that Kang Hyeon-cheol, who had been far away, was now approaching close range.
Tadah!
The cheap hoodie was burning to the ground, unable to withstand the strong iron flames.
“No way!”
Kang Eun-ha shouted, but it was too late.
Kang-cheol Kang’s fist had already reached Lee-ro-un’s nose.
‘Killing the grass.’
A type of weapon used to kill an opponent.
The flames, which were filled with the energy of life and strong steel, seemed like they would literally burn out Iroun’s head.
should.
Phew!
If only Iroun hadn’t moved.
Kang Hyeon-cheol’s absolute fist, which seemed like it would crush everything, was blocked by a black curtain.
Chewy!
The flames of karma that seemed like they would burn everything down were dying down.
In front of Yi-ro-un’s eyes, a black curtain blocked Kang-cheol’s fist.
Choaaaak-!
The black liquid that stretched out from under Lee Ro-un’s feet spread out and pooled under Lee Ro-un and Kang Han-cheol’s feet.
“… … !”
Kang Han-cheol’s eyes, which were outstretched with his fist, were shaking without mercy.
“Do you understand now?”
Lee Ro-woon said, extending one hand and making a fist.
“I am a bloodsucker.”
Choaaaah!
The black blood that had spread out gathered again and circled around Iroun’s fist.
thud!
A shock that seemed to shake the banquet hall.
Kang Han-cheol said, kneeling and bowing his head.
“Tongue, Blood Horse… I see you…!”
Still filled with feelings of distrust and inability to believe.
