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[Galaxy Guild]
It was the name of a new guild established in Namyangju.
Just like life, which blooms and dies countless times a day, the guild was also like that, so no one paid any attention to it.
At first, he didn’t do as well as everyone expected.
-I lack experience.
The Blood Cult has been tied to the Blood King’s Castle for a long time.
Although they did engage in external activities such as the Gangha Group and Gangha Guild, they were limited, and the biggest problem was that the Blood Cultists had little experience hunting monsters.
There was a Gangha Guild, but when I looked into it, I found that there was a reason.
-The elders forbade the Blood Cultists from hunting monsters.
Stupid thing to do.
-Because it is against the law for followers of the Great Blood Horse to hunt monsters.
In fact, there was no such thing in the law.
It was simply a law created by the elders to protect the pride of the unmanned.
‘Did you kill him too easily?’
Crazy things.
The Blood King’s Castle was ruined because it couldn’t even adapt to the world where the heavens and the earth had been turned upside down.
That’s why there was no difference in operating a fairly large guild called Gangha Guild.
Still, Kang Han-cheol was flexible in assigning the Blood Cultists to missions, so there were some who had experience.
‘The unmanned ones are those who have spent their entire lives studying how to deal with people.’
But dealing with monsters and dealing with people are completely different.
The blood vessels that the unmanned had studied for a long time were not present in the monsters, and unlike humans who would die if stabbed in the vital points, undead monsters or monsters with excellent regenerative abilities would not die from that.
But the Galaxy Guild soon adapted.
Unlike the Gangha Guild, which was mostly comprised of players, the Galaxy Guild was an unmanned guild.
It was a guild that was created by purchasing the status of unmanned people using more than half of the money made from organizing the Gangha group.
A guild where all members are blood followers.
It seemed creaky at first.
‘As expected, you’re very resourceful.’
The Galaxy Guild quickly began to find stability.
It was a natural thing.
‘The Blood Cult is not weak.’
Although they still had many shortcomings compared to the unmanned ones on Earth, that was simply a difference in experience and special circumstances.
The martial arts of the Blood Cult were not lacking in anything compared to those of other Silver Forces.
The Blood Cultists, who had been locked in the Blood King’s Castle and had been refining and honing their martial arts skills for endless years, were quickly adapting to the changed situation.
The expansion of the Galaxy Guild has become even more rapid.
-The power of the Blood Magic is enormous.
They were reborn with the Blood Demon God skill, and it could be said that their power had nearly doubled.
Slowly expand your guild and accept followers from the Blood King’s Castle as galactic guild members.
The speed is getting higher and higher.
The Blood Cultists were growing stronger quickly.
‘Practical experience.’
Although players gain experience and grow by hunting monsters, unmanned units also grow by fighting monsters.
Of course, the growth may not be as noticeable as that of the player, but through real-life experience, he becomes sharper and stronger.
But more than anything, there was something else that accelerated the growth of the Blood Cultists the most.
‘Blood Demon Absorption.’
Those who were subordinate to the Blood Demon God were able to use some of the Blood Demon God’s abilities.
Among them, the blood magic that turns blood into stamina.
Using it, he was accumulating the blood of monsters and increasing his stamina.
In the blink of an eye, the Galaxy Guild had grown into a guild that would take charge of one axis of Namyangju.
The things that the Blood Prince had been most lacking were being resolved.
* * *
BAR PIER, located in a basement in Dongdaemun.
“I heard that Kang Ha Group’s Kang Han-cheol retired?”
“I heard that the ownership of the Gang Ha Group has completely passed on.” “Did something big happen?”
It may look like an ordinary bar, but it was actually one of the Seoul branches of the Black Market, which was responsible for the dark axis of the world.
“The volcano’s movements are unusual, aren’t they?”
“They said Cheong In-woo is moving.”
“Are you talking about that Red Plum Blossom Corps Captain? Oh my god. What’s going on?”
“I heard… .”
The guests were talking and chatting noisily.
“… … .”
As if ignoring all of that, the man in the hoodie sat quietly.
A middle-aged gentleman with his hair neatly combed with pomade approached him and said:
“See you again.”
There was a strange look in the eyes of the middle-aged man who said that.
“Store manager.”
“Oh, I’ll take care of this guest.”
The manager motioned to another waiter and handed me a bottle of whiskey.
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“Well… if you came here with bad thoughts, then forget about it. Isn’t that how it is with all black poetry?”
A beneficial task that was requested from Heuksi.
That request was virtually tantamount to giving the Blood Cultists their lives.
There were also cases where those who survived such requests harbored resentment and came to Heuksi to seek revenge.
“But I don’t think that’s the case.”
The store manager smiled faintly.
“Have you become a teacher?”
At the store manager’s words, Lee Ro-un looked at him.
“Oh, don’t worry. The conversation at the bar table is only for you and me to hear.”
He looked at Iroun’s glass, which had already become empty, and poured him another glass of whiskey.
“If you’ve become a disciple, then you’re not alone. Why did you come here today? If you’re a disciple, then it can’t be personal… .”
The store manager’s eyes sparkled.
“Is it a religious matter?”
“Well, I guess so.”
“You were so quiet, I thought your tongue was cut out.”
“It’s kind of fun to listen to someone talking alone.”
“Is that so?”
The store manager smiled faintly.
“So what’s the request?”
“I want to get permission from the darknet.”
“… … !”
The store manager poured him another glass of whiskey, and this time he drank it.
“What are the qualifications?”
In response to his words, Iroun took out a piece of paper and handed it over without saying a word.
A badge with a red dragon engraved in relief.
It was a badge of status that proved one’s position as an elder in the blood sect.
“What nonsense, you’re an elder?”
“It’s true that Black City’s information power has deteriorated.”
“What…?”
The hostility in the store manager’s eyes.
Iroun said as if that didn’t matter at all.
“But that’s fortunate. It means there aren’t any rats hiding in the Blood Prince’s castle.”
“… … .”
The hostility in the store manager’s eyes grew even stronger.
“The power of the darknet, and a favor to ask.”
“The price… should be sufficient. Especially if you have offended me. I hope you know that I am tolerating it because of my relationship with the church.”
“Okay.”
The corners of Lee Ro-woon’s mouth curled up.
“The price is information.”
“… … .”
“Information.”
Swish.
Lee Ro-woon continued speaking, quietly caressing his glass of whiskey.
“It is the replacement of the contemporary blood horse.”
“Wh…what did you say!”
The store manager shouted with his eyes wide open.
“Is that true? Why? How? It can’t be….”
“Do you know the circumstances of the Blood King’s Castle? Are you so surprised that the Blood Demon has changed? Are you so surprised that a Blood Demon who has mastered the Blood Demon Art has changed?”
“So, is that true now?”
That was when.
Shudder.
The store manager who had been shouting at Iroun stopped and trembled.
A small needle of blood was emitting a chilling aura from the back of his neck.
“I know a lot about the Blood King, but I don’t know about the replacement of the Blood Horse at the time. That means there are no rats now….”
Shh.
“They say there used to be a rat here.”
“Do you know what you’re doing right now?”
“Was he one of the elders? Or the bloodhound, that guy?”
“Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
The store manager spoke with a cold look in his eyes, hiding his embarrassment.
Pfft!
The blood needle that was aiming for the store manager’s nape melted and disappeared.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. So what about the authority of the darknet?”
“… That’s not something I can decide. I have to report it to my superiors and ask for permission.”
Nod.
I knew that much, even Lee Roon.
‘Darknet.’
That was talking about the information network of the Black City.
Special requests or transactions that can be received in the Black Market are conducted face-to-face as no records must be left, but selling and sharing information is a different story.
Darknet privileges granted only to those special individuals recognized by the Dark City.
Because I could get the information I needed there whenever I wanted.
“So, what’s your request?”
At the store manager’s words, Lee Ro-un smiled again and said.
“I want to meet the Black King.”
“Well… you’re crossing the line.”
The store manager, who was shaking with blood, was nowhere to be seen.
The flying sword in his hand landed on Iroun’s nape.
Sling.
The swords extending from all directions touched Iroun’s neck.
The bar patrons chattered and chatted nonchalantly.
Because they were all employees of Heukshi.
* * *
Several swordsmen aiming for the benefit.
The store manager’s secret.
Even if Iroun moved just a little, they were so sharp that they seemed like they would stab Iroun’s neck and take his life.
“You don’t seem like a fool who wouldn’t know the price for daring to mention that name here.”
“… … .”
“Is this the meaning of the blood sect?”
The store manager’s eyes gleamed fiercely.
Until now, the Black Poetry has maintained a good relationship with the Blood Cult.
Iroun thought that the black city was part of the Blood Cult, but he said that the black city and the Blood Cult were completely separate forces.
However, one of the previous blood horses is the owner of the black market.
‘Black King.’
He had once saved his life, and to repay the favor, Heukshi was providing convenience to the Blood Cult.
“Even if you truly hold the rank of Elder, you have committed an unforgivable sin. I didn’t know that the Blood Cult would handle matters like this.”
The momentum felt from the store manager.
‘S-class ranker.’
The power of the player, not the master of Hwagyeong, was felt.
“You talk so much.”
“what….”
“You said you wanted to meet the Black King. Is it possible? Is it impossible? Just tell me whether it is possible or not.”
“This guy… .”
The moment the store manager stabbed the knife a little more, a drop of blood appeared on Iroun’s neck.
Swish.
The flowing drops of blood were moving down the backs of the swords and swordsmen.
“… … !”
The store manager seemed to have noticed something.
“It’s too late.”
Their bodies became rigid.
“The blood of a true spirit is invincible. Poison mixed in whiskey is meaningless.”
To trade in the Black Market, you must drink the wine from the cup they offer you.
And that liquor contained the Sankongdok that Heukshi was proud of.
If the deal is concluded without a hitch, a new cup is handed over and an antidote is given. If not, the one whose history has been scattered in the mountain poison is subdued.
But the poison did not work on Iroun.
“On the contrary.” Flutter.
Not only the store manager, but everyone who was aiming their swords at Iroun was shaking like an aspen tree.
“The blood of the invincible Mandok can also become a fatal poison that can never be reversed.”
“You… you… .”
“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. I don’t want my relationship with Heukshi to be ruined either.”
“regret….”
“Aren’t you worthy enough to meet the Black King?”
Iroun’s eyes glowed red.
“What qualifications….”
“The replacement of the contemporary blood horse.”
Choaaaah.
A puddle of blood began to form at Iroun’s feet.
Pfft!
Blood spurts protruded from the pool of blood and floated between the eyebrows of the store manager and others.
That extreme.
A bloody needle digging into the space between the eyebrows.
No one was able to move, even though they were trembling in fear.
“I am the new blood horse.”
“… … !”
It was a moment when the store manager’s eyes shook greatly once again.
[Then the qualifications are sufficient.]
A voice came into Iroun’s head.
The corners of Lee Ro-woon’s mouth were darkly curved.
The blood splatters have disappeared without a trace.
“Ugh, ugh…”
The store managers, whose bodies had lost the blood that had been squeezing them, were breathing heavily.
“You were so quiet, I thought your tongue was cut out.”
Iroun’s languid voice pierced into their ears.
