The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1056

 Chapter 1056

 

Kkiiiiiiik!

The gate of hell, upon which the image of a black coffin imprisoning a demon was drawn, opened, and the whole world was dyed in red light.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The Tenth Apostle opened his eyes inside a grotesque space where scarlet blood had risen up to his knees.

“Where is this….”

He swallowed dryly as he watched the white droplets of blood dripping from the wound on his shoulder turn red.

“This is my sword field.”

From behind the Tenth Apostle, Martha's clear voice rang out.

“Sword field?”

The Tenth Apostle furrowed his brow and turned around.

“The name of this sword field is the Prison of Fiends.”

Martha drew a faint smile, one that did not suit this hell of blood.

“It is a prison that confines fiends like you and the White Blood Religion’s leader, who should not exist in this world.”

"You don't have Zieghart's blood, so how could you..."

The Tenth Apostle furrowed his brow deeply, as though he couldn’t understand.

“I placed a vow upon my soul and my mental world. I begged that if I could kill you and that damned bitch with this sword field, then I would never again need to wield a sword.”

Martha curled up her red lips as she said this sword field was one born solely from thoughts of revenge.

“Of course, if not for that foolish master’s help, it would have been impossible. Training in attribute power was necessary.”

Even though she had become a Grandmaster and had made a vow upon her soul, it would still have been impossible to immediately create a sword field.

Thanks to Rimmer training her to create a sword field using attribute power, she was able to complete the current Prison of Fiends.

“No matter what, it’s still impossible….”

“Prison of Fiends is a sword field created solely for you and the leader of the White Blood Religion. Even if it’s a bloody demon, it cannot be used on anyone else.”

The deepest grudge she bore was against the Tenth Apostle, who had taken her mother away, and the leader of the White Blood Religion, who had taken over her mother’s body.

This sword field was no different from the grudge she had harbored since childhood against the two of them taking shape on its own.

“I didn’t expect you to create even a sword field. However….”

Even while trapped inside the sword field, the Tenth Apostle caught his breath with a calm gaze, as though searching for a way to escape.

“An incomplete sword field is meaningless.”

He aimed his spear at her, as if he thought this sword field was not complete.

“If I kill you, then this sword field will also collapse.”

The Tenth Apostle stomped the ground roughly, as if declaring he would now fight with all his strength, and shot out a spear strike with bloody energy spiraling like a drill.

Fwoooosh!

But the fierce bloody energy clinging to his spear turned into red dust and vanished before it could reach Martha.

“Wh-what is this….”

The Tenth Apostle opened his eyes wide, looking even more shocked than when he had first entered the sword field.

“You’re impatient.”

Martha waved her hand toward the Tenth Apostle, whose lips were trembling.

“Prison of Fiends is a prison that turns all blood red. The white blood flowing through your body has also turned red like that of an ordinary human, so you can no longer wield bloody energy.”

This Prison of Fiends turns all blood into red. In other words, for the bloody demons of the White Blood Religion, who gained their strength through white blood, it was a hellish place.

“Impossible! Such a thing is impossible!”

The Tenth Apostle screamed, saying it was a power that shatters the balance of the world.

“No, it is possible. As I said, the only ones I can use this sword field against are you and the White Blood Religion’s leader.”

Unlike Rimmer, I abandoned the possibility of creating a sword field using only attribute power, and instead chose to create one solely for the bloody demons, specifically, for the Tenth Apostle and the White Blood Religion’s leader.

On top of that, I even placed a soul vow, if I could kill those two within this sword field, I would never again hold a sword.

Because it was a restriction that abandoned the future and chose only the present, obtaining such power was not impossible.

‘It may not work against the White Blood Religion’s leader, but against the Tenth Apostle it must work.’

I don't know about the White Blood Religion’s leader, who is on a completely different dimension of a plane from me, but the Tenth Apostle can absolutely not escape this prison.

“Hmm….”

The Tenth Apostle bit his lip and raised his spear shaft. Even though he could not use bloody energy, he seemed determined to fight to the end.

“Good stance. If you don’t resist, then there will be no taste in my revenge!”

As Martha lifted her sword, the red blood flowing across the ground surged like a tidal wave, crashing down upon the Tenth Apostle’s head.

It was a tremendous torrent that seemed to engulf not only the Tenth Apostle but the entire space of the Prison of Fiends itself.

“Haaaaaaah!”

The Tenth Apostle let out a battle cry and swung his spear shaft, but with nothing but the strength of his body, devoid of bloody energy, he could not withstand the immense wave.

Kuwaaaaaaang!

The Tenth Apostle was swept away by the terrifying tidal wave, his arms and legs crushed to pieces as he was driven into the red blood.

“It’s not over yet.”

When Martha thrust her sword into the ground, the blood turned into thousands of spikes that tore through the Tenth Apostle’s entire body.

“Kkeuaaaaagh!”

Unable to endure the torture of the Prison of Fiends, the Tenth Apostle rolled his eyes back and let out a scream.

“Do you regret it?”

Looking down at the Tenth Apostle, whose whole body trembled violently in pain, Martha lifted her chin.

“Setting foot on this path. Becoming a bloody demon, killing the innocent, abducting them, do you regret that, I asked!”

“Haaaah….”

The Tenth Apostle raised his head, letting out a breath reeking of blood.

“I… I don’t like fighting that much. I hardly ever drank human blood, either.”

He continued, his eyes trembling.

“But I do not regret becoming a bloody demon. My life was for her, and she gained even greater strength by taking your mother’s body.”

The Tenth Apostle shook his head, as though pledging loyalty to the White Blood Religion’s leader until the very end.

“Is that so? Thank you. Thanks to you, I don’t think I’ll ever regret creating this sword field either.”

When Martha clenched her fist, the crimson blood turned into prison bars that coiled around the Tenth Apostle.

Bbududeudeuk!

The Tenth Apostle was trapped by the blood bars that tightened around his body like a snake, and the bones of his entire body were crushed. Reddened blood water poured from his orifices.

“St… still….”

The Tenth Apostle vomited dead blood as he looked up at Martha.

“I want to say… I’m sorry… to you….”

“To me? That’s not it! You should be begging forgiveness from all those you killed, from all those you offered as sacrifices!”

Martha slapped the cheek of the dying Tenth Apostle, who was turning blue, telling him not to spout nonsense.

“No, it’s you. Only you….”

As though saying he was sorry only to her, the Tenth Apostle lifted his eyes and then stopped breathing.

“What the….”

As Martha furrowed the corners of her eyes, the Tenth Apostle's corpse flowed along the blood water and was mounted on the left side of hell's gate.

The right side that remained was the place reserved for the White Blood Religion’s leader.

“Whatever happened, I won't accept an apology from the likes of you.”

Martha bit her lip as she looked at the corpse of the Tenth Apostle, who had died with his eyes open.

“Forgiveness is something only the strong can grant.”

Contrary to her words of not regretting, she looked at the dead Tenth Apostle with bitter eyes before grabbing the doorknob of the Prison of Fiends.

Kkiiiiiiik!

The door, drenched in the blood of the Tenth Apostle, opened with the wailing of ghosts, as if cursing her.

*   *   *

Uwaaaaaaah!

The moment Martha stepped out of the sword field, cheers rang out, and she widened her eyes.

“As expected of our squad leader!”

“At last, you have achieved the sword field!”

“We knew you would succeed!”

The swordsmen of the Light Wind Palace shouted with emotion and waved their hands at her.

“Martha!”

Burren raised his fist toward her.

“To think you would be the first among us to use a sword field, I can’t believe it!”

He let out a hollow laugh as though dumbfounded. In his words, “first” carried no jealousy or envy, only admiration and pride.

“Well done! Really, well done!”

Runaan lifted the corner of her lips ever so slightly. For her, that expression and voice were the same as a hearty laugh.

“My nieces and nephews are all extraordinary!”

Aris pushed away the First Apostle, who charged at him fiercely, and gave Martha a thumbs up.

“The Tenth Apostle…”

“D-don't tell me, was he killed by that young bitch?”

“N-no way! He was the Tenth Apostle!”

“Raon Zieghart is one thing, but how could he lose to such a novice….”

On the other hand, the bloody demons realized that the Tenth Apostle had died, and their eyes trembled with shock.

“Martha.”

Denier approached from behind and grabbed Martha’s shoulder.

“How did you even manifest a sword field?”

His eyes were wide open in astonishment.

“I learned from my lazy master about sword fields that use attribute power. It’s a method possible even without Zieghart blood. The name is the same, but in truth it’s a different martial art.”

Martha thought of Rimmer and drew a faint smile. When she actually used it, it felt a little different from Zieghart’s sword field.

“Also, seeing Raon use his sword field often helped me a lot.”

The vow that it could only be used against the Tenth Apostle and the White Blood Religion’s leader was also a huge factor, but she left that part out, thinking Denier might feel sorrow.

“I see.”

Denier nodded, as if he understood now.

“Is the Tenth Apostle truly dead?”

“Yes. He is truly dead.”

She clenched her fist, saying she had mounted him within her sword field so that not even a corpse would remain.

“Then, did he perhaps leave any words behind?”

Denier suddenly narrowed the corners of his eyes, as if asking if there was a last will from the Tenth Apostle.

“Well, out of nowhere he said he was sorry only to me. He said something strange and then… ugh!”

Martha let out a groan and fell to her knees in the middle of explaining.

“Martha!”

Denier moved urgently and supported her.

“I-it’s fine. I’m just a little exhausted….”

Martha grabbed Denier’s shoulder and forced herself up.

‘So this was it.’

That offering one's vitality means….

Rimmer had said that his own sword field consumed not only attribute power but vitality as well, so he didn’t want to recommend it.

Just as he said, after using the sword field, a pain as though my whole body had been pierced by blades, and a fatigue so deep I felt like collapsing right then, rushed over me.

‘So he endured this?’

Realizing what kind of pain Rimmer had borne as he fought, a bitter sting spread across the tip of her tongue.

“Are you really alright?”

Denier frowned, as if noticing her condition.

“I’m fine. No, even if I’m not, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Martha leaned on her sword like a cane and stood on her two feet.

“No matter what, today we have to end this war.”

If they missed this chance, they might never capture the White Blood Religion’s leader again. Today, they had to cut down that fiend’s neck and heart.

“Yes. That’s true.”

Denier nodded as though he understood.

“Then stay behind me and recover your strength. From here on, the Wise Martial Palace will open the path.”

He leapt over the wall, telling her to follow from behind.

“Thank you, father.”

Martha smiled faintly and followed Denier into the White Blood Religion’s headquarters.

“There are no bloody demons here?”

Perhaps because they had all flocked to the fortress walls, hardly any bloody demons could be seen inside the headquarters.

“They are not absent.”

Denier raised his finger and pointed to the main road where white blood water flowed. All over the wide-open road were the corpses of so many bloody demons it was hard to count, an archbishop, and also a man who appeared to be an apostle.

“The Light Wind Palace master carved through them all.”

He let out a hollow laugh as he looked at the sword marks that had severed the bloody demons’ throats without a margin of error. It seemed he was truly impressed by Raon’s power.

“Seeing that he blasted straight through like a brute, it must be him.”

Martha nodded as she looked at the corpse of an apostle, clear traces of Raon visible.

‘That gives me a little strength.’

Thinking that Raon was fighting for me lightened the fatigue and pain pressing down on my body and spirit.

“It looks like he went north. From here on, we’ll raise our speed.”

“Yes.”

As she ran forward with Denier and the swordsmen of the Wise Martial Palace—

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

The white cathedral at the northern end collapsed, and a colossal pillar of bloody energy surged upward. It was like the world’s greatest waterfall, the Blancje Falls, rising in reverse.

“The White Blood Religion’s leader!”

Grinding her teeth, Martha glared at the black-haired, black-eyed woman emerging from within the pillar of bloody energy. The leader of the White Blood Religion. She was wrapped in white blood as though it were a dress, staring up at the sky.

Kuwaaaaaaang!

Martha tightened her grip on her sword and was about to charge toward her when a blond swordsman, driven back by the bloody energy, was blown into a building right beside her.

“Even without awakening, she’s filthy strong.”

It was Raon. Brushing off the rubble of the collapsed building, he stood and let out a dry laugh.

“Raon!”

“Seeing as you’ve made it here, it looks like you’ve succeeded.”

Raon gave her a faint smile, as if he had believed in her.

“What happened?”

“That queen mosquito threw her subordinates like meat shields and was trying to awaken. I stopped her at the last moment.”

He dusted off his hands, which were covered in blood and dirt, saying he had stopped the White Blood Religion’s leader's awakening by a single sheet of paper's difference.

“It was just a fleeting instant. Only one breath was left, just one, and then—!”

As if to prove Raon’s words true, the White Blood Religion’s leader screamed, clutching her black hair.

“I'll kill you! Not just you bastard, I will chew up and eat every human who has a bond with you bastard!”

When she pressed her hands together and chanted sorcery, a pure white dimension opened inside the headquarters, and countless bloody demons poured forth.

It was as if every bloody demon existing on this continent had been summoned, the headquarters was instantly filled with them.

But the White Blood Religion’s leader’s sorcery didn’t end there. She rained down white blood upon the headquarters, weakening the Zieghart swordsmen while empowering the bloody demons.

The tide of battle reversed again, and the swordsmen began to be pushed back.

“I’ll kill you myself….”

It was the moment when the White Blood Religion’s leader reached out her hand, declaring she would kill him herself.

Chwaaaaaak!

The space where the White Blood Religion’s leader stood split open, and a blue sword strike burst out, piercing her chest.

“You got really excited.”

From within the mirror-like space walked out the King of Owen, Lecross, who bore the other name of Silent Sword Sovereign.

Kuwaaaaang!

He poured aura into the sword that had pierced the leader of the White Blood Religion’s chest, bursting her flesh and bones.

“Keuk!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader vomited blood and bent forward, and in that instant, dozens of cards rained down from the air, unleashing a high-level lightning spell upon her.

“Kkeuaaaaagh!”

Powerful aura and magic exploded, and the leader of the White Blood Religion crashed to the ground with a scream.

“Well done.”

The Magic Tower master Larian blinked at Raon, who wore cards shining in different colors on his fingers.

“I was watching with my palms sweating,  you did really well.”

King Lecross also nodded at Raon and Martha, saying they had done excellently.

“From here on, we too will join!”

As he raised his hand, the blue dimensional gate of Chamber opened, and Owen’s knights rushed out.

Uwoooooo!

The cavalry swept through the bloody demons with sharp lances at their waists, and the knights led by the Third Prince split apart both the bloody demons and the dimensions they poured out from, opening the way.

“Benefactor! Forgive us for keeping you waiting!”

The Third Prince raised a sword dripping with the blood of bloody demons as he greeted them, as though it had been hard for him to hold himself back as well.

“It’s been a long time since we met. Now, it seems I can no longer catch up to you.”

Borini Kitten, now vice-captain of the Silver Knights, cut down an archbishop and smiled faintly.

“Th-these bastards….”

“It’s not over yet.”

When the White Blood Religion’s leader couldn't control her body due to the shock from Lecross and Larian's attacks, Raon stepped forward using the Supreme Harmony Steps and slapped his palm across her face.

Bbaaaak!

The White Blood Religion’s leader, still unable to fully shake off the shock, could not block Raon’s attack and rolled across the ground, collapsing before Larian and Lecross.

Chiaaaang!

King Lecross leveled a sword shining blue against the White Blood Religion’s leader, Larian raised her cards and drew in massive mana, and Raon activated his sword field with Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem, summoning the divine sword and the demonic sword.

“Being crumpled suits you well.”

Raon twisted his lips as he looked at the White Blood Religion’s leader’s bruised cheek.

“As expected, a mosquito should be slapped dead with the palm of your hand.”

 

 

Advance Chapters