Emperor of Steel Chapter 253

The southern continent, specifically the Song Empire harbored famous warriors.

There were five generations of warriors of Gupail clan, Hwang Bo-sung was the third son of them.

Acclaimed as a genius warrior who was born after a hundred years in the clan, when he was still a kid, the boy acquired the visionary of the martial arts and by the peak of his twenties, he reached the highest point of skills.

Nevertheless, Hwang Bo-sung remained confined to his family and continued to practice the skills to himself.

Which was why the elders of clan had high hopes for him. They were excited about the revival of a king after 300 years.

300 years back, Hwang Bo- clan made by the martial style of King Hwang Bo-woong and overcoming the five generations, he was able to stand tall against a different clan.

Although Hwang Bo-clan was a prestigious clan, on the unseen side, the constant emphasis of commerce has led to the offset of the Song Empire.

They were very active in the international trade, and the clan often visited the Rhodesia continent.

The man in charge of doing that in the Sega was Hwang-Bo-kwang, the eldest son.

“The world is so wide! Once a full man, shouldn’t everyone see how big the world we live in is?”

Hwang Bo-sung readily accepted the invitation.

It was because he had heard rumors that the Rhodesia continent has a lot of different types of combat skills when compared to the Song empire.

He crossed the sea because of that, he was smitten with the idea. At the banquet held in the memory of their safe arrival at the docks, he was stuck with paralysis and the curse poison, and it wasn’t just that, the wizard soldiers, who had abandoned their duties and destroyed his men and crushed the legs and muscles of theirs and his.

“Kuuk! Why are you doing this to…?!”

Hwang Bo-sung, with blood dripping off his mouth, stared at Hwang Bo-kwang, who was one of the magic soldiers.

“Are you asking why I poisoned you? Kukku, because you are the subject that everyone talks about.”

Hwang Bo-kwang smiled and answered.

It wasn’t like his talents were common, but compared to a genius like Hwang Bo-sung, it was like a firefly standing in front of the sun.

But the thought that he might be robbed of everything by that kid, Bo-kwang began to think of a trap to get rid of him.

Once he managed to fill the positions with his men, he soon visited Hwang Bo-sung and tried to get close to him. And then decided on a day when he would remove him in Rhodesia.

“Brother! I never thought about being the successor of the family. Which was why I dedicated myself to training!”

“Huh, such lies! Wasn’t it enough for you to coax the elders! And weren’t you meeting father lately?”

“That, father was just there to encourage me…”

“Shut up! Hwang Bo-clan is mine. I am never going to hand it over to you, a perpetrator.”

Hwang Bo-sung couldn’t get himself to speak, seeing his brother’s eyes glistening with madness.

He realized that persuading wasn’t an option anymore.

Instead, he focused on getting out, the sensation of his body which started to come back slowly from a while back. The blood flow had been destroyed, but, his whole body was covered with pores.

If he could push the poison into the lower body, he might be able to get rid of the poison and the paralysis.

‘Little more, just a little more and I…’

By the time he managed to bring the poison to the lower body, Hwang Bo-kwang ordered his pawns.

“Tear away this man and throw him as feed to the fishes!”

“Yes, Lord!”

The escort warriors pulled on their weapons and approached Hwang Bo-sung.

When they were just about to hit him, Hwang Bo-sung rolled over to avoid getting hit, and with both his arms, threw himself out of the boat.

Splash!

“This, this man! Catch him! If needed, you have to chase him till hell and kill him!”

If Hwang Bo-sung really managed to get back to Sega, then the only thing left for Hwang Bo-kwang was ruin.

Hwang Bo-sung swam to the pier with both his arms, and he was able to listen to the evil voice which came from the ship.

If he could do what he wanted, he really wanted to take the lives of Hwang Bo-kwang and his men, but his body wasn’t at full potential.

‘I need to get as far away as possible!’

Hwang Bo-sung gathered all the energy that he could and tried to swim, desperate to flee from Hwang Bo-kwang, his brother.

A month of wandering around in an unfamiliar land.

Eventually, he was able to pursue a path and reach Castia kingdom.

But over the duration of a month, he wasn’t able to have one proper meal, he slept on the side of the roads and forests, still not being able to get a good rest. And it was when he had reached the limit to survive.

‘I guess this is the end…’

Over the verge of starvation in a remote ally at the port, he was saved.

It was Luther, the priest of Sanctity of Holiness, who had extended the hand of salvation.