I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 317



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Episode 317

On the outside, he didn’t look like someone who was struggling for his life.

Aside from his slightly pale complexion, there were no visible signs of trauma, and he simply looked like someone in a deep sleep.

It’s not strange.

If there was any trauma, I would have cured it by pouring almost all the best potions on it. Badnikker’s wealth is no less than that of a large merchant family.

The outside may be like that, but what is the inside like?

I rudely lifted the Iron Blood Knight’s blanket and grabbed his wrist underneath it.

On my wrist, which was thinner than I thought, I felt a cool sensation that I couldn’t feel on the skin of a living person.

First of all, I do pulse diagnosis, but my method is a little different from that of the doctors.

I intended to observe the inside of the Iron Blood Cavalry through its pulse.

“… … .”

At first, I thought there was no pulse at all, because I held it for a long time and still couldn’t feel a pulse.

That wasn’t it.

Very intermittently, I feel a faint throbbing sensation as if it might stop at any moment.

Suddenly, Assad’s words came to mind.

Didn’t you say your heart rate was only 1-2 beats per minute?

‘… It’s a miracle to be alive.’

How on earth did my body end up like this?

I slowly looked inside the Iron Blood Factory to find the reason.

Originally, it would be impossible to observe the inside of the Iron Blood Cavalry even if physical contact had been made first… … .

All the defenses in this fortress called the body were now not working.

I leaped over a shabby castle wall and penetrated its interior through the pulse of the Iron Blood Corps.

“… … !”

And I found out that the body of the Iron Blooded Man was more miserable than I thought.

Twisted whole body veins and tangled qi and blood.

The organically entangled instruments cling to the body’s major organs like leeches.

‘Isn’t this a heart problem?’

Rather, it is thanks to the strong heart of the Iron Blooded that he is still holding on, and more than that, his physical condition is a mess.

In this situation, it’s a miracle to be alive.

Actually, I had that thought before observing the body of the Iron Blood Lord.

Although it wasn’t my intention, I thought that since I’ve become a priest, I might be able to control the instrument inside this man and heal him.

The moment I encountered it, I realized it was difficult.

This was not a problem that I could solve with my skill level. It was only then that I began to understand what Lisera Digos had said.

‘If you touch it carelessly, I’ll just rush to take your life.’

That’s not all.

In order to play this instrument, I inevitably have to reveal the instrument within me.

What does that mean?

In this land of Badniker, I am advertising to the whole neighborhood that I am a priest.

‘… … ?’

As I was feeling lost, I noticed one strange thing.

The instrument inside the body was not one.

Just as mana varies in quality depending on its owner, so do musical instruments.

It’s like the demon lords I’ve fought against, as well as their legion commanders, each had their own unique musical instruments.

And now, the instrument deeply engraved on the body of the Iron Blooded One-.

Surprisingly, this instrument was the one that was eating away at the Iron Blood Knight’s body.

I thought it was strange.

The Ambassador’s Forest Greening and Mokhacheon Sword were not particularly effective in causing internal injuries…

Even in a weakened state, it was questionable whether the instrument could penetrate the heart of the Iron Blooded One, who had dozens of protections.

But the moment I felt the instrument nestled in my heart, my doubts were answered.

The fact that it has a deeper mark than the Daesahyeon’s instrument means that the owner of this instrument was at least of the same rank as the Daesahyeong.

Among the demons, there are very few who would do that.

‘Adversary.’

Although it wasn’t something I particularly wanted, I met the Demon King several times.

Nine, the Demon King of the Black Swamp.

Tangtata, the green-tongued demon king.

Blood Moon Demon King Haden Aihar.

But this instrument, which I felt now, was different from any of them.

The only Demon King I haven’t met yet is Kingarodtus, the Golden Horned Demon King…

It seems a little different from that guy.

I have never encountered the Kingarodtus in person, but I have felt its instrument.

From the heart of Ymir.

But the instrument I felt now was fundamentally different from all of that.

It was thick, dark, and creepy.

Even I, who currently has an incredible tolerance for musical instruments, would tremble all over at the traces.

‘Behemoth?’

A being called the Great Demon, Disaster, or the Demon Leader.

Why was the instrument of Behemoth discovered in the body of the Iron Blood Gong who was heading to Yeongsan?

I don’t know.

Although I don’t know, there were some facts that I can clearly see now.

The Iron Blooded One will die soon.

“… … .”

At that moment, I felt a shock as if a large bell was ringing in my head.

Why is that?

When I first heard the news from Keian, when I came to the family and talked to Asad, when I asked Lyseradicos, when I talked about the future with my brothers and sisters whom I hadn’t seen in a long time…

At all those moments, I was in disbelief of the death of the Iron Blooded One.

That’s right.

It was none other than that Iron Blooded Man.

Either I misunderstood something, or the Iron Bloods were trying to trick me, or the Elders were up to something… … .

It could be that I have a mistrust of humans, but the Badnikers are a sinister family.

But what is this now?

The pale complexion that cannot be hidden even by the copper-colored skin, the parched lips, and the faint breathing that can only be heard if you strain your ears, as if it will stop at any moment, are the faint signs that only someone who is slowly dying can see.

A weakling who doesn’t fit in with the Iron Blood type at all.

Why is that?

Seeing it all with my own eyes… … .

“Phehehe.”

It made me laugh.

Iron-blooded.

Delak C. Badniker.

How could it not be funny to see a great man who could be counted on one hand when discussing the strongest in the empire confidently head to Yeongsan, only to be completely destroyed and barely manage to survive?

“… You look absolutely ridiculous.”

I flopped down on the chair next to me and laughed like a madman for a while.

Normally, it would be unacceptable for someone like me to make fun of the Iron Blood Corps, and it shouldn’t happen.

The person who should have been waking up and giving me attention showed no sign of opening his eyes.

“You really have to live a long time to see this. The Iron Blooded Ones are all dying.”

I continued speaking, muttering.

“Is this some kind of acting? If you were curious about my reaction or something like that, then please stop now. It’s not fun.”

He continued speaking.

“Please answer, my lord. I told you that this appearance really doesn’t suit you.”

There are times when I get tired of talking to myself, and that was the case right now.

Even if you wiggle your nose next to someone who has lost consciousness, there will be no answer.

Why is it that such an obvious fact is so hard to believe?

If you know from the beginning that there will be no answer, then you are just talking to yourself.

“… … .”

I slowly withdrew my smile from my smiling face.

“…Answer me.”

What came out of his throat was a thick, wet voice, like crushed and crushed food scraps.

“What the heck is this?”

I’ve only seen the strong side.

In your previous life, you were an untouchable person.

At one time, I wanted to reach out. I wanted to be recognized. I wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with others if possible.

At some point, that dream was frustrated.

Because it was too much of a wish for Luan Badnicker, the incompetent son of Badnicker and the only blemish on the Iron Blooded.

I lost my qualifications, my talents, and my opportunities.

Even in such frustration, I couldn’t completely let go of my secret admiration for you.

Also, a point of pride.

Ironblood Delak was the worst father to me.

Even when I respected him, the feeling of being blood relatives was faint, and that thought is still ongoing.

Of course, I have never opened my heart or trusted him.

but.

But still… … .

There was one unwavering belief I had in this character.

It wasn’t the kind of trust, faith, or love between parents and children, much less the kindness between blood relatives.

When my mother died, I was kicked out of my family, and I was left wandering the streets, unable to let go of my pride as a nobleman…

On the front page of the wet newspaper I found while digging through the trash can, you were still there.

In all those moments, only your strength remained unwavering.

The figure of a noble, uncluttered man still active on the front lines of the battlefield.

And, ironically, that fact provided some comfort to the squatter who was rummaging through the trash can, clutching his hungry stomach.

It was because of the pitiful pride and shameful self-esteem that I was able to continue living, knowing that I was descended from the strongest bloodline.

But what is this?

I didn’t think I would lose to anyone, and I never imagined I would see such a pitiful sight.

A bloodthirsty man who is seriously injured, unconscious, and in a haggard state, struggling between life and death?

The combination of words is weird.

Crunch.

At this moment, I realized.

I had blindly believed in the strength of the Iron Blood Demon more than I thought.

Even if the opponent was an ambassador, I didn’t think this man would be defeated so miserably.

But the future has changed.

You, who had maintained your position as the strongest without wavering, were now lying unconscious on the bed, the flame of life fading away.

I, the regressor, am the only one who can change the predetermined future.

So, is it because of me that you have become like this?

Did I make you like this?

“wake up.”

Could this muttering now be nothing more than the simple tantrum of a fool?

Strength entered his clenched fist.

Is it a torn lip or blood oozing from a crushed gum?

The pungent taste of blood spread through my mouth.

“Get up.”

I don’t know if it’s because of anger, resentment, or some other reason.

I don’t even know the color of the emotion I’m feeling right now.

But it was a voice that made it clear that what she was feeling right now was sincere.

“You shouldn’t be like this.”

I poured out my heart in a dark room.

“You’re the strongest. The strongest in humanity, the strongest in the empire. If you just lie down like this, it won’t work.”

“… … .”

“… So open your eyes.”

The Iron Blood didn’t even move.

My voice did not reach.

And I.

I couldn’t admit that fact.

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