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Rise of the Fallen Kingdom’s Third Prince Chapter 281: Heaven Above Heaven (3)

Chapter 281: Heaven Above Heaven (3)

Moyongchan​ continued speaking.

“Jose,⁠​ listen carefully. That⁠⁠ so-called Heavenly Demon​⁠‍ is the kind​ of guy who,‌ in the Murim,​‌‌ is looked down‌⁠ on like an​⁠‍ insect. He hides‍​‌ in a valley⁠⁠⁠ called the Hundred⁠ Thousand Great Mountains,⁠​‌ always lying in⁠ wait to attack‌ the Murim, but‍ all he’s ever⁠‌​ done is get‌⁠ repelled and run‌‍ away over and‌‍ over. A pitiful‍‌ wretch, really. He‌​ goes around saying‍ that here in‍‍​ the West no​ one knows about‌ the East and​‌‌ spouts those lies⁠ as if they‍‍ were the truth…​ What? You can’t‌⁠ even look me​​‍ in the eyes?”⁠​

He‌​‌ burst out laughing.​‍​

In⁠⁠ truth, both of‍ them were partly‌⁠ right.

As‌ Dan Socheon said,‍ in the Murim‍​ the Heavenly Demon​ is an object​⁠‍ of fear.

The‍​ Demonic Sect he‌⁠ leads, even as​‍‍ a single unified‍ force, is comparable‍ to the entirety​ of the Murim,⁠‌‍ and the Heavenly​ Demon himself has​ caused great upheavals​ generation after generation,⁠​ remaining engraved as​ a symbol of​⁠‌ fear among warriors.⁠‍

But,‍ as Moyongchan pointed​ out, it was‍​​ also true that⁠​ most looked at‍‌ him with contempt.⁠⁠

Though⁠⁠ the Demonic Sect‍ caused heavy damage​‌ to the Murim,​ it never achieved⁠​‌ its goals; the‍ Heavenly Demon was⁠ always defeated by⁠ the great masters⁠‍​ of the Murim.​ That is why‍‍ those who practiced​‌‌ demonic arts were​⁠‌ singled out and‌‍‍ rejected.

To⁠​‌ a taoist master⁠‍ as advanced as⁠ Moyongchan, the Heavenly​⁠​ Demon was nothing‌ but something worthy⁠ of scorn.

“Tsk,​‌‌ tsk… You wanted‌ to show off​‌⁠ even here in‍‌‌ the West? Pathetic.”‍​

Moyongchan‌ was belittling Dan‌‌⁠ Socheon more than⁠‌ necessary.

He‍⁠ was doing it‌⁠‍ to provoke him.‌​​

In‌​ the Demonic Sect,‍ the Heavenly Demon⁠‍ is an absolute‍‌ figure. Treating him​‌⁠ like a lying⁠‌‍ braggart could throw‌ him off balance.‌‌

Moyongchan‌‌​ kept egging on‌ Jose, who was⁠‌‍ acting as the‌‍⁠ third voice in‍ the conversation.

“Isn’t⁠‍ it ridiculous? In​ the East he’s‌‌ a nobody, but​‌‌ here in the‌‌ West he acts⁠⁠​ like you can’t​‌ even meet his⁠ gaze—it’s just pathetic.”⁠‍​

“Lord‍⁠​ Moyongchan, your continental​⁠ tongue has improved⁠ quite a bit,‍⁠ huh?”

Jose‍⁠ made an out-of-place​​‍ remark, and Moyongchan⁠ shot him a glare.

Jose‌‍ quickly nodded.

“That⁠⁠ aside, it’s true.‌‍ I thought he’d​​‌ be someone important‌ in the East,⁠ but no, he’s​⁠ just a braggart.‍‍​ If not for‍ you, Lord Moyongchan,‍ he’d still be​ strutting around like​​ he was someone⁠ special. Hahaha!”

“Exactly.‌​ Hahaha!”

“Nndo⁠⁠ met… mejuchuel…? Pffft!”⁠‌​

Dan⁠ Socheon’s face twisted.‍⁠​

For‍‌ someone who, as‍ the Heavenly Demon,​ had always lived⁠​ receiving reverence, this​‍ was a humiliation‌​​ hard to bear.‍

“Damn​‌‍ you…!”

Dan‍‍‍ Socheon unleashed the‌‍ Heavenly Demon’s Supreme⁠⁠ Technique. He no‍⁠ longer thought about‌ controlling the flow⁠⁠⁠ of battle—he just‍​ wanted to kill⁠‌ them all with‍‍ his overwhelming demonic‍‍‍ power.

Moyongchan​⁠ and Jose exchanged‌⁠​ a look.

“He’s⁠​ no ordinary opponent.‍‍ We have to‍​ hit his weak⁠⁠‌ points.”

“Understood.”‍⁠

Dan‌​‌ Socheon fired the​​ Ashura Skybreaker’s Heaven-Breaking‍‌‍ Strike without pause.‌ Dozens of energy​​‍ palms filled the‍ front as if‌‍​ forming a wall,‍​⁠ advancing toward them.‌

There‌‌‌ was no angle‍ to dodge through.​‌‍

They⁠ had to face​​ it head-on.

Moyongchan​ raised his sword.‌

Blue​ Clouds and Scarlet​‍​ Clouds Sword Technique.​

Sunlight’s‌​‌ Glow upon the‌‍ Dawn Mist.

From⁠ his sword, a whitish mist poured‍⁠‍ out, enveloping the‍ Heaven-Breaking Strike and‌​ slowing the dozens​ of palms as⁠ if they were‍​‌ sinking into water.⁠‍

Then,​‌ a sunset-colored light‍⁠‌ spread.

The‍ Heaven-Breaking Strike turned‌​ a reddish hue.⁠

And‌‍ in the end,‌⁠⁠ a bead-sized sphere⁠‍ of light shone​​ intensely and was‍​ launched.

The‍ wall of palms​ was pierced, and‍ the sphere shot​ toward the Heavenly‌⁠‍ Demon on the‌ other side.

Surprised,‌ he withdrew his‍⁠ technique and swung⁠⁠‌ his sword, clashing‍⁠‌ against the sphere⁠‌ and creating a thunderous roar.

At‍​​ that moment, Jose⁠​ closed in on​​ the Heavenly Demon.‍

“You!”⁠

“Hey,​​ Heavenly Demon, here⁠ in the West‍‌‍ we look each‌‍‍ other in the‍​​ eye.”

Jose’s​‌⁠ massive body turned‌⁠ smoothly on its‍‍ axis.

Using‌​​ the rotation of​​ his waist, he‌ gathered all the⁠⁠ force he could⁠‍ and concentrated it‍⁠ in his sword.‌‍

“Haha!”‍

With⁠ the mana focused​ on a single⁠‌‌ point, he delivered​ a blow like‌‌ a hammer strike.​

Dan‍​‌ Socheon’s sword couldn’t‌‌ withstand the force⁠⁠ and shattered.

“Damn…!”‍​‍

Jose’s⁠‍⁠ attack broke through‌ all of Dan‍ Socheon’s defenses and‍ went straight for⁠​​ his chest. If​⁠​ it landed, his‌ body would be‍ destroyed.

Dan​‍‌ Socheon realized his‍​‌ mistake.

“D-damn​ it!”

He‌​ was the Heavenly​‍‌ Demon.

The⁠ absolute ruler of‌⁠​ the Demonic Sect.‌

He‍⁠‍ could not die‌ like this, humiliated,​‌ in a faraway⁠‌ West.

He‌‍ had to live‌‍‌ to take revenge‍ and, beyond that,​⁠ to make all‍‌‍ the hypocrites of​​ the Eastern Murim‌⁠⁠ kneel before him.‍‍

So‌​ he decided to​ cross the line‌ he had always⁠‌​ kept intact.

Inside‌ him, he heard‍ a voice.

“Do‍ you want power?”‌

In⁠​ the past, Cedric⁠‍‍ had offered him⁠⁠ demonic energy extracted⁠​​ from the Dark​ One’s Grimoire, but‍​ he had refused.​​​

Unlike⁠‍ others who were⁠‌ used as tools,⁠ Dan Socheon wanted⁠​ to rule alongside‌⁠ Cedric, without relying⁠‍ on any black‍ magic other than‌‌‌ his own.

But‌‍ Cedric, just in‌‍​ case, had planted⁠ in him an​‍ evil seed that​⁠⁠ would never germinate⁠ unless Dan Socheon​‌​ desired it.

Now,‍​ seeing Jose’s sword​‍ coming closer, he⁠ knew.

“I​‌‍ want it.”

The​‍ seed took root​‌ instantly.

Something‌‍ black spread through‍​‍ his entire body⁠⁠ like capillaries. Leaves​​ sprouted, a stem‌⁠ grew.

Thin,⁠​ sharp tentacles emerged⁠‍ from his back​‍‌ and shoulders. In​​ an instant, the⁠‌ seed matured into​ a full-grown tree.‍​

“Huh?”⁠

In‍‌ a moment, Jose​ realized something was‌​‌ wrong.

His‍‍ sword was heading‍‌‍ for Dan Socheon’s‌ chest.

But⁠‍‌ suddenly, it was​‍‌ moving away.

Dan​‍ Socheon was far‌ off, and he‍‌ was only cutting​⁠​ air. At first,​ he thought the⁠ opponent had stepped⁠ back.

That​‍​ wasn’t it.

He​‌ had been pushed‌‌ back at some​‍ point.

“Huh?”‌‌

Jose​​ finally realized that​‍‍ two tentacles that‍‌ had come up⁠​ from the ground⁠‌ had grabbed both​​‌ his feet and‌‌ shoved him backward.‍

The‌ tentacles wrapped around​ his lower body‍⁠ and twisted.

“Aaagh!”​

Jose​‌ screamed in pain.‍

The​⁠​ sharp thorns covering‌⁠ the tentacles’ surface​‍‍ scratched his entire‍⁠ body.

“Jose!”‍

Moyongchan‍‌ rushed to cut‌‍‍ the tentacles.

But‌​​ they immediately sank​ back underground and,​ moving below, returned‍⁠ to their master⁠⁠‍ in an instant.‌

Moyongchan‌‌​ looked up.

Dan‌​ Socheon, having retrieved⁠‌ the tentacles, was‍ releasing abundant demonic‌ energy.

“Now​⁠‍ it’s too late‍⁠‍ for regrets.”

At⁠‍​ first it didn’t​​ feel pleasant, but‌⁠ once he surrendered​​‍ his body to​ black magic, he‍‍ felt better than​ ever.

His‌‍ senses extended to​​‍ the smallest parts‍​ of the tentacles‌‍ sprouting from his​⁠ body, as if⁠ his very existence‌​‌ had expanded.

Becoming‍‍ a creature beyond​‌ human gave him‌ an unimaginable ecstasy.⁠

Now‍​‍ he understood why⁠‍‌ everyone so readily‍⁠ accepted the power‌⁠ of black magic.⁠

“I’m​⁠‍ going to kill‍ you all.”

Dan‌‌⁠ Socheon extended the​⁠​ tentacles from his⁠‌ body. Like a peacock’s feathers, they⁠ spread densely in​ a fan behind‍‍ him.

At‌‍ a glance, he‍ had more tentacles​‍ than any other​⁠⁠ warrior.

Not‌​⁠ only was his⁠⁠⁠ original level high,⁠‌ but his demonic​ art was also‌ highly compatible with‍‌ black magic.

“You’ve‍⁠​ fallen so far.⁠​​ How disgusting…”

Moyongchan‌‍ said. Now he‍​ openly despised him.⁠​‍

“In⁠ the end you‌​‌ allied with black​‌​ magic. You’re trash​⁠​ who’s even thrown​‍⁠ away the pride​ of the Heavenly​ Demon. I wonder⁠‌‍ what the Heavenly⁠‌ Demons of the⁠‍ past would think​​ of you, up‌​ there in the⁠ sky.”

“Shut‌‌ up, scum. You’re‌⁠​ nothing but a leftover from the⁠‌ Blue School.”

Dan‌ Socheon smiled maliciously‍‍⁠ as he advanced.‌‍‍

“Don’t⁠ worry. After I kill you, I’ll⁠​ go slaughter all​ those old men‍​ of the Murim⁠​‌ Alliance. I’ll make​ Jang Yeonghak cry​​​ and kiss my‌​ feet.”

“You‍​ dream too big.”​‍‌

“Now,​ you…”

The‌‍ tentacles that had‍‌ spread in a fan expanded even⁠‌ further. The way​‍ they writhed like⁠‌ muscles was hideously‌ repulsive.

It‌⁠ was the moment⁠ Dan Socheon took‍⁠ a step, releasing​​⁠ demonic energy.

“Huh?”‍‌

His⁠​ tentacles all collapsed​​ at once.

“I⁠‍‌ was wondering when⁠‍ you’d end up‌‍ like this. You’re⁠​ no different from⁠‍‌ the rest.”

Dan⁠ Socheon felt a chill run down⁠‌ his spine. The‍ voice of Yuri​⁠​ Briol came from‌‍ behind him.

“Since‍ I left while​⁠⁠ fighting you, you⁠ should have thought⁠⁠ I could come⁠‌​ back suddenly. Why‍‌ are you so‍ happy? Were you​‍ glad I wasn’t⁠​‌ here?”

“Khhhaaaah…!”⁠

An⁠​ unbearable pain shot​‍ through him. Yuri⁠ Briol’s sword was​‌‌ strange.

The⁠‌‍ tentacles created by‍​ black magic, normally‌‌​ able to regenerate​‍ immediately without suffering​​⁠ significant damage, now⁠ hurt as if‍‌⁠ his bones were⁠​‌ being broken.

It​‍​ was as if‍‍‍ the black magic​ energy flowing through‍⁠ his body was⁠‍​ being cut to‍‍ pieces.

Dan​⁠​ Socheon felt Yuri​⁠‍ Briol’s sword run‍ down his back,‌ cutting away the‌⁠ roots of the‌​ tentacles sprouting from‌‌⁠ his spine and​ exposing raw flesh.‍‌

“Wait‌ a moment…”

Once‌​ fused with black‍ magic, his perception‌⁠‍ of Yuri Briol‍‍ had changed.

Now​ he felt even‍ more terrifying than‌​​ before.

All‍‍‍ the black magic⁠ energy shrank as‍⁠ if it had‌ encountered its nemesis.⁠​⁠

“It’s​​‌ too late.”

Guilty‌‍‌ pierced his heart.⁠​

Dan⁠ Socheon felt his‍ soul being pierced‍ and collapsed instantly.‍‌

Yuri​‌​ withdrew the sword.​‌

Dan‍​ Socheon’s body trembled.‌

“It’s​ been a while,⁠‍‍ Master.”

Yuri⁠​​ smiled broadly as​​ he greeted him.‍⁠

Moyongchan,​​ moved, looked at⁠‍‌ his disciple.

Yuri‍‌ Briol, that insolent‍‌ child, had grown​⁠​ into a warrior⁠ capable of killing⁠ the Heavenly Demon​ with a single‌⁠ thrust.

Perhaps⁠ it had all⁠​​ been part of⁠​ the plan of⁠​⁠ whatever had led‍‍ him to the​‍ West.

“Not‍​‌ bad.”

“It’s‍​ not over yet.”‌‌⁠

Behind‍ them, there still​ remained a giant‍​ monster moving and‍‍‌ Donchichi, who had‌ gone mad.

And​ beyond the space‍⁠ where their battle‌ was taking place,‌‍ the imperial army⁠‌ and the anti-imperial​‍ alliance were still‍‌ fighting bloodily.

“Is‍ your body alright?”​‌

“It’s​⁠ already healed.”

“Good.‍‍‍ Let’s kill those​⁠‌ and head to‍ Zveta to end⁠‌ this.”

“Let’s⁠ do it.”

“You‍‍⁠ speak the continental‌ tongue well now,‍ huh?”

“It’s​ harder now to‌ pretend I don’t‍‍‌ speak it.”

***​​

In‍‌ Zveta, the work‍⁠ was progressing frantically.⁠⁠

The‌‌‍ number of humans⁠‌‌ gathered in the‍ prisoner camp had‍​​ already far exceeded‍ three digits.

Cedric⁠ planned to throw‌⁠ them all into‌​ a pit and‍ use them as⁠⁠ sacrifices for a ritual.

Some,‍​‍ sensing their fate,​ tried to escape,‍⁠‍ but it was‌ useless. They were​ caught by imperial‌‍ knights, brutally punished,‌‍⁠ and thrown back⁠ into the prisoner‍⁠ camp.

Inside​ the camp, sinister‍‍ rumors circulated.

“They​​​ say if they‍ use you in‍‌ a black magic⁠‍‍ ritual, they trap​⁠‌ your soul and‌‌ you suffer forever​‍​ without being saved.​​‌ We’re done for.”⁠​‌

“How⁠​​ terrifying…”

Death‍‌‌ was already a certainty.

But⁠‌‌ in Zveta, even⁠‌‌ what came after‍ death had to‌‍ be feared.

And‍‍‌ Cory, as Cedric’s‍ subordinate, was faithfully⁠​‌ carrying out that⁠‌⁠ task.

“Lord‍ Cory, please…”

“At⁠‍ least spare us…”​​

During‌‍‍ that time, Cory‌‌⁠ had been experimenting‌‌‌ with his magic‍‌‌ of order and⁠ authority on prisoners​‍⁠ rescued from the‌ orc den when⁠⁠ he belonged to​​‌ the Alliance.

In⁠ that process, the⁠​​ prisoners had begged‍‌​ him to take‍ them out of​ the ritual no‌‌⁠ matter what.

But⁠​ Cory firmly refused.​‍‌

“Don’t‍‍‌ talk nonsense, get​‍‌ lost.”

Cory⁠⁠‌ kicked the man⁠‌ who grabbed his​‌‍ pants. The man‍ bled from the‍‌ nose and fell‍ to the ground.‌‍‌

“Hey,⁠‍ you.”

“Yes.”⁠

Cory⁠‍ called Santos, the​⁠ knight assisting him.⁠

“Send⁠⁠ everyone here to‌ the pit. Throw‌‍ them in.”

“Yes,​ sir!”

Among‌ the prisoners Cory‍ had been using‌​ for his experiments‍‌ was Jane.

She​‍ had managed to​‍​ survive until now.⁠⁠‌

Feeling⁠ Jane’s gaze, Cory⁠⁠ approached her.

“You⁠ must have suffered‌‌⁠ all this time.‌​ Hehehe…”

“…”⁠

Jane​ didn’t respond. Without​ saying anything, she‍‌ meekly followed Santos.​‌‍

Cory⁠​⁠ watched her as⁠‍ he followed.

“The​⁠ day has finally⁠‌​ come.”

It​ was the day‌ of the ritual‍‌‍ Cedric had spoken‌ of.

Upon‌‌‌ leaving the camp​​⁠ and reaching the​ square, the pit​​ that the prisoners‌⁠ had dug while‍‍ bleeding could be‌⁠‍ seen. Inside, countless⁠‍‌ people lay with​‌​ anxious expressions, looking⁠ upward.

The‌‍‌ imperial knights pushed‌‍​ the prisoners down⁠​ a steep slope.‍⁠

People‍‌ rolled over the‍‌ stone-covered ground, injuring⁠​​ themselves and ending​​ up piled at⁠‍ the bottom of​ the pit.

Little‌ by little, the​⁠​ pit began to​​​ fill. Cory couldn’t⁠‌‍ even estimate how​​​ many there were.‍​​

“Lord‍‌ Cory!”

Some⁠‌ of the prisoners‌ he had used​‌ in his experiments‌‍‌ began shouting his​ name desperately.

Cory⁠​ frowned.

“You,⁠‌ come here.”

At‌ his signal, Santos‌ gestured, and the‌‌ knights guarding the​‍ prisoners stepped aside.‌‍‌

“Please,‍ save—”

Cory‍ stepped forward and⁠ kicked. The prisoner‍‌‍ rolled directly into‍‌⁠ the pit.

Then‍ he pushed or​‌‌ struck those beside‍‌‍ him, sending them​ in as well.⁠⁠​

The‌ last one standing​​ was Jane.

“Get‍ in.”

And⁠​ Cory pushed her⁠‍​ into the pit‌‍‍ as well.

“Phew…”​‍​

He‍ wiped the sweat‌‌‌ from his brow⁠ and looked up.​‍​

From‌‌‍ a place overlooking‌ the square, Cedric,⁠‍ standing next to​ a grotesquely shaped‍ statue, was smiling‍‍ at him.

Cory‍⁠ returned the smile.‍‍

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