The Ruler Of Darkness - Chapter 570



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Episode 570

Chapter 19 Corporal Punishment

“Do it.”

At the Empress’s firm voice, Yeon Yu-hwa’s eyes grew wide as if they were going to pop out.

‘What did you just say…?’

Did that arrogant empress strike her own successor?

And not even by himself, but by a third party, Yeonbi?

She couldn’t understand what she was hearing, but there was someone else who didn’t understand even more than she did.

“mother…!”

It was Hwangbo Dusung (皇甫?崧), me.

He raised his voice as if it was going to tear apart while lying on the floor.

“Does this make any sense?!”

He thrashed about as if having a seizure, and spittle flew out of his mouth with each scream.

“This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening…! Even if Mother doesn’t care about her eldest son’s reputation, she can’t bring herself to do this…!”

Despite her son’s pleas, the Empress of the Hwangbo Family did not even blink an eye, nor did her expression change.

“You take responsibility for what you did. Accept it.”

Just like a mother tells her child to wash their face in the morning.

A calm and composed tone.

“Euaaaaaaaaaaaa…!”

Hwangbo Du-sung screamed in rage and jumped on all fours like a crazy person, pounced on the Sakongja.

Sakongja Yeonbi calmly stepped back, trying to avoid the ferocious and relentless assault that did not care about her body.

however.

“Fuck, Xbaaaaal!”

Instead of forcing the Sakongja to step back and follow him, Hwangbo Du-sung drew his sword from his waist.

visor-!

The sharp blade of the treasured sword, refined in the style of the Hwangbo family, appeared.

“Huh…?”

Although, it was just a joke.

The move to pull out Hwangbo Du-sung’s sword was enough to make even Sakongja Yeon-bi slightly admire it.

“Do you think I’ll be easy on you?! I’m the head of the Great Hwangbo Family, Hwangbo Dusung!”

Hwangbo Du-sung swung his sword threateningly in the air and shouted like a madman.

“If you want to beat me up, you’d better be prepared to give up an arm or a leg!”

The sight of him swinging his sword in the air and threatening others was so hideous that he looked like a highway robber rather than the head of the Hwangbo family.

but.

“Bia, be careful…!”

Yeon Yu-hwa shouted at Yeon Bi.

Any place, any time.

The scariest thing is when a crazy person does something crazy.

In particular, even though Hwangbo Du-sung acts like that, he is a high-level warrior who has a wall in front of him.

What if you don’t kill such a person but beat him up, and even go as far as to attack him with a weapon, risking your life?

“Mother…!”

Yeon Yu-hwa quickly turned her head and looked at her mother-in-law, the empress.

But, for some reason.

“Tsk tsk.”

The Empress clicked her tongue quietly, showing no intention of interfering.

“Mother-!”

Yeon Yu-hwa called her once more, but the empress paid no attention to Yeon Yu-hwa and instead.

Isn’t that what it says?

“Idiot.”

“…yes?”

Yeon Yu-hwa was embarrassed.

The Empress’s contemptuous words and gaze were undoubtedly directed at Hwangbo Du-sung, her son and Yeon Yu-hwa’s husband.

And before Yeon Yu-hwa could confirm the meaning to the Empress, a response came from behind.

“Ugh…!”

Hwangbo Du-sung grabbed his own neck with the other hand that was holding the sword and coughed violently.

“What did you do to me-?! Cough, cough…!”

“You are incredibly stupid.”

The Empress sighed as she looked at his face, which was already starting to turn pale from lack of air.

“How could you not have considered poisoning while dealing with the bloodline of the Sacheondang family…?”

“what…?!”

Hwangbo Du-sung’s gaze as he looked at Sakongja Yeon-bi shook violently.

“When on earth…?!”

“… … .”

of course.

Yeonbi just watched his condition with a cold face and didn’t respond.

rather.

“The officer knows a thing or two about fighting.”

“mother?!”

Even though Yeon Yu-hwa was embarrassed or not, the empress praised the Duke.

“There are two types of people who brazenly reveal their methods. Either they’re stupid or they’re childish. On the other hand, that kid… .”

The Empress nodded in satisfaction as she looked at the Duke of Sakong, who was standing there with a frightening calmness.

“That’s great.”

That too.

I nodded several times.

“Very good.”

“… … !”

and.

The one who was most affected by her words was her eldest son, Hwangbo Du-sung, the head of the Hwangbo family.

“mother…?”

Until now.

Until he reached middle age.

The greatest compliment I’ve ever heard from my mother since I was born.

Yes, the compliment that Sakongja Yeonbi received for the first time today was something she didn’t take seriously.

Is it because of the poison of the Sacheondangga that my chest feels heavy and my breathing becomes more difficult?

“You idiot. Don’t you get it yet?”

This time.

The Empress, without showing any sign of frustration, rebuked Hwangbo Du-sung in a calm voice.

“The swordsman of the sword family put poison on the handles of your swords.”

“… … !”

Clang.

When Hwangbo Du-sung was surprised and quickly threw his sword to the floor, the sword bounced on the floor and cried sadly.

It was only then that Hwangbo Du-sung realized, albeit belatedly.

Just now.

While being grabbed by the collar and tossed around in the hallway, surprisingly, Sakongja Yeonbi.

He had already applied poison to the hilt of his sword.

“Uh, how…?!”

Lower poison.

The act of applying or releasing poison is bound to be noticed in some way, and as the successor to the Hwangbo family, Hwangbo Du-sung was fully aware of all the common characteristics.

And yet it happened.

“… … .”

Of course, the servant had no way of answering, and this time, it was the empress who spoke.

“I personally told you that Sakongja was a perfect poison man. But you forgot about it.”

The poison of the Sacheondangga can produce all kinds of poisons in its body and secrete them through sweat glands and other means.

That is why Hwangbo Du-sung did not have time to feel pain at his mother’s sharp words this time.

“Coolook, coolook…!”

He coughed harshly, but raised one hand to restrain the servant.

At the same time, he quickly searched through his pockets, took out a small box, opened it, and swallowed its contents.

It was a general-purpose antidote for use against the Sacheon Dang family that Hwangbo Se-ga had secretly produced and steadily improved.

but.

“ha….”

Hearing the sigh of the Empress Mother coming from behind, Hwangbo Du-sung felt that something was wrong this time too.

“Crunch!”

He tried to say something.

This time, instead of a cough, something rose up from the back of my throat.

“Guweeeeeeeeek…!”

Thud thud thud thud!

“… … !”

Hwangbo Du-sung’s eyes grew wide as if they were going to tear as he watched himself pouring out on the floor.

It was his own blood splattering on the marble floor, and even pieces of black intestines could be seen in it.

‘Am I going to die?’

My hair was spinning.

“This is the Nokjusan (錄?酸) of Sacheondangga.”

The Empress, who recognized the poison at once, said:

“If it were a normal person, their insides would melt away and they would vomit everything out and die on the spot, but you are a warrior with internal energy, so you won’t die.”

“Wow! Cool!”

of course.

Hwangbo Du-sung, who was vomiting blood and coughing violently like a tuberculosis patient, could not even hear those words properly.

Daughter.

The bowl I dropped from his hand rolled across the floor as he coughed.

‘Did that guy contaminate the entire protective container?’

But when?

“Coolook, coolook…!”

Before he could find an answer to his question, he heard footsteps near his ears.

Thud, thud.

“… … !”

As he raised his head in horror, he saw a pair of bright green eyes looking down at him.

‘This, this is the poison of Sacheondangga…?!’

Now, in Hwangbo Du-sung’s eyes, which were filled with fear, Sa-gong-ja Yeon-bi appeared as a monster.

“… … .”

I couldn’t even breathe freely.

Even though the coughing fit was out of my control, I couldn’t breathe in air again.

‘Ugh…!’

His shrunken lungs desperately wanted air, but there was nothing he could do.

How can you breathe carelessly with the Germans right in front of you?

Yes, that’s right.

That pale skin might still be secreting colorless, odorless poison.

Why.

Do the powerful families and powers of the Central Plains fear the poison of the Sacheon Tang family?

It was the moment when Hwangbo Du-sung realized it clearly with his own body.

Flutter.

“… … .”

The cost of the four pillars is, no.

The monster slowly shook his sleeves over his head as if showing off.

“… … !”

Then, red powder falls on him.

Hwangbo Du-sung also knew very well the identity of the sand poison that reflected light in all directions like a jewel.

‘Breaking evil poison…?!’

Breaking evil.

It means to destroy something bad and wrong, and is a word mainly used in Taoism and Buddhism.

In Sacheon Dangga, its meaning was special.

“Do you know what this poison is?”

As if reading his mind.

Sakongja Yeonbi looked down at him with eyes that contained no emotion and spoke.

“I will make you realize the wrongdoings of yours.”

The Parsadok of Sacheondangga.

It is a torturing poison that maximizes the sense of pain and breaks the subject into submission.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh…!”

Breathing was no longer a problem.

Hwangbo Du-sung shouted something unknown and tried to stab his sword into Sakongja Yeon-bi, but-.

“… … ?!”

Now that I think about it, hadn’t I already thrown away the sword with my own hands?

“You feel it too.”

Paaaaak-!

“omg…?!”

Sparks flashed before Hwangbo Du-sung’s eyes and his mind turned white.

It wasn’t any special martial arts, he just got hit in the face with the back of his hand.

But is it possible to be this sick?

The effects of the parasite I experienced firsthand were even more horrific than I had heard.

“Coolook, coolook…!”

Although Hwangbo Se-ga’s swordsmanship was excellent, his martial arts were by no means inferior.

But in a situation where he was coughing as if his lungs were going to burst, spewing blood, and his skin touching the floor was in pain due to his own weight.

Meaningful rebellion was already impossible.

Paaaak-!

This time my shins were mercilessly stabbed.

The impact was so great that my body spun halfway in the air.

“… … !”

Hwangbo Du-sung, who had fallen to the ground, couldn’t even scream as he held onto his shins.

It was a pain like my foot had been cut off by a blunt axe.

The various pain adaptation training that Hwangbo Se-ga received over the years seemed to be of no use.

“That piece of trash.”

For the first time, the Sakongja spoke to Huang Bodusung, his face showing vivid emotions.

“You couldn’t even endure this much and you still hit my sister?”

“Eww…!”

Hwangbo Du-sung’s inner strength was pushed to the limit by the extremely insulting words and he rushed forward.

however.

“Ahhh… ?!”

Before I knew it.

Since the poison had spread throughout his body through an unknown route, his final resistance was nothing more than a floundering.

Pfft …

“Keuk…!”

Hwangbo Du-sung flew to the corner and crashed.

This time, because of the scattered internal energy, the back of Sakongja Yeonbi’s hand was not visible.

“Eww, eww…!”

It felt like my nose was broken.

It seemed like the eye socket might have been fractured.

He already felt like he was going crazy with the tears and snot pouring from his eyes and nose and the excruciating pain.

“Scream louder, Hwangbo Dusung.”

The servant Yeonbi approached with something like a club in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was Hwangbo Du-sung’s own scabbard.

“Screaming will help you endure the pain better.”

How chilling were the words of the torture expert.

“… … ?!”

Even though Hwangbo Du-sung was unable to regain consciousness due to the extreme pain, he felt a chill down his spine.

“Please, please…!”

He was not in his right mind, and he did not even realize that he was kneeling and begging.

I didn’t even realize how ugly it was.

Sakongja Yeonbi raised her sword sheath like a club and answered firmly with eyes filled with anger.

“It’s just the beginning.”

Bam…!

Blood spurted from Hwangbo Du-sung’s head.

Paaaak…!

My shoulder was dislocated and was hanging loose.

Paaaaak… ! Paaaaak… ! Paaaaak… !

but.

The torture of the servant never ceased.

Hwangbo Du-sung repeatedly lost consciousness, regained consciousness from being beaten, and then passed out again from the pain.

“Ghaaaaaaah…! Kkaaaaaaah…!”

Although he screamed desperately, no sound escaped the soundproofed room.