The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1064

 Chapter 1064

 

“Huh?”

Raon froze as he saw Denier stab the White Blood Religion’s leader in the heart.

‘What is this?’

I sensed Denier’s gaze change and was on edge, but he suddenly drove the sword aimed at me straight through the White Blood Religion’s leader’s chest. It was even more absurd than when Lecross had been ambushed.

Th-that bastard, has he truly gone mad?

Wrath also blinked several times, as if unable to comprehend.

Why did he stab that queen mosquito’s heart! And what’s this about calling her mother!

He grabbed his head, saying even now he couldn’t understand this human named Denier.

‘Could it be some kind of ritual to more easily take Martha’s body?’

The thought crossed my mind that Denier might be killing the body of Martha’s mother, which the White Blood Religion’s leader currently occupied, to grant her more strength. Honestly, no other reason came to mind.

‘No, that’s not it.’

Hearing the White Blood Religion’s leader’s flustered gaze and trembling voice, it was clear this was something even she hadn’t expected.

‘It isn’t an act. It’s genuine.’

She had been in the middle of pushing Martha’s soul away and devouring her body, when Denier’s sudden strike had left her truly shocked.

‘And on top of that…’

Raon narrowed his eyes at Denier, who was vomiting dead blood.

‘The White Blood Religion’s leader also attacked Denier.’

She had released the sorcery planted inside Denier’s body and shredded his organs into pieces. If it were all an act, there’d be no reason to go that far.

“Get lost!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader channeled bloody energy, trying to push Denier away along with the sword piercing her chest.

“Keuuugh….”

But Denier stood as if his legs were nailed into the ground. Even though he couldn’t properly lift his eyelids from the pain, he still clung to the sword driven into her chest.

“Keuuugh….”

Because Martha, too, was exposed to the bloody energy together with Denier, blood spurted from her mouth.

“W-what are you! Why did you stab that monster!”

Even as she suffered both physical and soul pain, she looked not at the White Blood Religion’s leader, but at Denier.

“Tell me!”

In Martha’s eyes, it seemed as though the faintest glimmer of hope appeared.

“Since your soul is still connected with mother, you won’t be able to move properly even if the paralysis is undone.”

Denier shook his head, not letting go of Martha’s hand.

“Huuugh….”

Martha furrowed her brow deeply.

‘Just like he said, it’s hard to breathe.’

Her mind was hazy as if drugged, her body felt as though floating up. If not for the pain flooding every part of her body, she might have truly believed she had died.

“So this is the choice you’ve made? Fine. To plunge you into despair, I’ll devour that child’s body.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader curled her lips upward and set her gaze on Martha.

“Aaagh!”

Martha, unable to endure the agony, screamed. The White Blood Religion’s leader’s soul seemed to be rampaging again to seize her body.

“It’s all right.”

Denier squeezed Martha’s hand more firmly as she tried to push him away.

“Think of yourself as holding a sword right now, and use the Destructive Noble Sword.”

“Uugh….”

Even though she still felt betrayed by Denier, the extreme agony inflicted by the White Religion’s leader made her instinctively begin reciting the principles of Destructive Noble Sword.

Wooooong!

From her entire body, a soft yellow radiance spread like fireflies, naturally dispersing the bloody energy that had been pressing upon her soul.

Her eyes, which had been turning a dull gray as though she had lost consciousness, slowly regained their original black.

“Haa….”

Martha felt that the pain of her body and mind had clearly lessened, and with dazed eyes, she looked at Denier.

“Wh-what is this!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader’s jaw quivered as she watched Martha endure her soul’s invasion.

“You wretch! What have you done!”

She ground her teeth not at Martha, but at Denier.

“The way mother and I take over human bodies is similar. I created a martial art to counter that.”

Denier nodded, saying the Destructive Noble Sword itself was a sword technique created to protect Martha.

“You dare!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader shrieked, glaring at Denier.

“I cherished you so much!”

“Unlike the fury you now feel toward me, the recognition and affection you gave me were false emotions.”

Denier exhaled a murky breath as he looked into her eyes, blazing red as though aflame.

“My life has been nothing but lies, but just for today, I want to live as a true human being.”

He checked Martha’s condition, eyes wide open, then nodded toward Raon.

“Mother is the one who has mastered the soul more than anyone in this world. Since she can divide her soul into many, even father—no, even the Destructive King of the North, Glenn Zieghart,  would not be able to completely kill that soul.”

Denier knit his brows, as though to endure the pain.

“The only time mother’s soul can be perfectly annihilated is when she transfers into a new body.”

He clenched his fist, saying he had created this moment to kill her completely.

“Ah….”

Martha’s violently trembling eyes lifted to Denier.

“You really have gone mad!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader spewed blood with a scream, and the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish, which had been attacking Raon, turned its gaze back.

Kugugugugugu!

The Goddess Blood Devouring Anguish brought down an axe and spear blazing with bloody energy, as if to shatter Denier, who could not move, without leaving a trace.

“Die!”

Denier looked not at the White Blood Religion’s leader, but at Raon, revealing calm eyes. As if he truly believed in him.

Wh-what the….

Wrath furrowed his brows, as if still unable to grasp the situation.

‘Damn it….’

Raon clenched his teeth hard and stepped forward with the Supreme Harmony Steps. With the movement of extreme swiftness he had gained from Denier, he rushed forward and blocked the roughly descending axe of the Goddess Blood Devouring Anguish.

Jjeoeoeoeeong!

When he pushed away the Goddess Blood Devouring Anguish’s axe with Heavenly Drive, his whole body screamed out. His body and mind had already reached their limits.

‘But….’

It’s the same for that monster too.

Seeing it fail to completely crush him in his weakened state, it was clear the Blood Devouring Avalokiteshvara had also lost much of its strength despite appearances.

“Thank you….”

Denier spoke words of gratitude toward his back.

“I don’t trust you.”

Without looking back, Raon shook his head.

“But if there’s anything you can do, then do it. For now, I’ll hold it back.”

Saying he would endure no matter what, he struck away the weapons that came crashing down one after another.

“Martha….”

Denier looked gently down at Martha, still holding her hand.

“Now you must do it. Only your fight remains.”

He nodded, urging her to keep using the Destructive Noble Sword to drive away the soul and bloody energy of the White Blood Religion’s leader.

“For sure….”

Martha bit her lip as she looked up at Denier.

“After this war is over, I’ll be sure to hear your story.”

“…I promise. I will speak everything with my own mouth.”

Denier seemed to have more to say, but he said nothing further.

“Kuuhhhk!”

Martha bit her lips and operated the principles of the Destructive Noble Sword with full strength. When a clear energy bloomed from her whole body, transparent blood poured out from the White Blood  Religion’s leader’s mouth and chest.

Wooooooong!

Denier too seemed to be operating the Destructive Noble Sword together, helping to push away the soul of the White Blood Religion’s leader.

“Keuuuugh….”

The White Blood Religion’s leader ground her teeth, white blood flowing from them. Her gaze flashed fiercely, and then her bloody energy once again surged like a crashing wave.

Kugugugugugu!

This time blood tears streamed from the eyes of Martha and Denier. It seemed that their souls had taken a tremendous shock under the White Blood Religion’s leader’s bloody energy.

“My soul is greater than anyone’s! I will never be pushed back by the likes of you!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader sneered, saying it was no different from striking a rock with an egg.

“Kuugh….”

“Uuugh….”

As if her words were true, Martha and Denier groaned and lowered their heads. There was an overwhelming gap in the level of their souls.

“I won’t kill you right away.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader sneered as she looked down on Denier, whose knees were trembling.

“I’ll slice your neck with the body of that girl you cherish so much you betrayed me for.”

She jeered, saying she would kill him with Martha’s body.

“Uugh….”

Denier saved even the strength to speak, clinging only to operating the Destructive Noble Sword, but all he could do was endure.

“Shut your mouth, it stinks.”

Martha lifted her head and bit the arm of the White Blood Religion’s leader, who was mocking Denier.

“A dying bitch’s last struggle.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader let out a sneer, as though thinking it was nothing but her final desperate resistance.

“This land is too clean, it doesn't suit a bitch like you.”

Martha curled her lips, stained with the White Blood Religion’s leader’s blood, into a long line.

“I’ll guide you to the hell that suits you.”

Though she had no sword, though she did not hold a sword, she placed her trembling hand upon her chest as if she were holding one.

“Prison of Fiends.”

With Martha’s chilling cry, the air of the battlefield changed.

Kugugugugugu!

On the white ground, a hell gate flowing with red blood rose up. On the left door, the corpse of the Tenth Apostle, body twisted and broken, was mounted like a specimen.

“What!”

As the White Blood Religion’s leader widened her eyes, a hair-raising roar rang out, and the right-side gate of hell opened.

Kugugugugugu!

The moment the door opened and a freezing cold burst forth like an explosion, Martha, Denier, and the White Blood Religion’s leader all froze on the spot.

Kuuuuung!

The gate of hell, as though that was all it intended, creaked with old hinges and closed again.

‘That’s… could it be….’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the gate of hell, which had shut again, leaving the three behind.

It is as you think. It has taken only the souls of those three!

Wrath nodded as though his own thoughts had been proven right.

You’ve experienced this sometimes too.

He nodded again, saying that inside that chilling gate, the three souls must be clashing.

‘Then it’s meaningless to shatter those bodies.’

It seemed the conclusion of today’s war would be decided within that gate of hell.

Jjeooong!

Raon narrowed his eyes as he blocked the onslaught of the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish, which swung its weapon down as if to protect its master, the White Blood Religion’s leader.

‘This might be very dangerous.’

If my thoughts are correct, Martha will not be able to win in a battle of souls.

‘For the final battle.’

Feeling the White Blood Religion’s leader’s vicious malice and murderous intent, Raon clenched tightly the Blade of Requiem, which burst forth with a fierce sword cry.

‘The final battle.’

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Chalang!

Beneath the hell gate where the corpse of the Tenth Apostle was mounted, red blood flowed down.

“This place….”

The White Blood Religion’s leader looked around the world filled with crimson blood. She furrowed her brows as she gazed at the corpse of the Tenth Apostle mounted as a specimen.

“A sword field prepared for you.”

Martha, sitting atop the hell gate, looked down on the White Blood Religion’s leader and curled her lips into a twisted smile.

“Your soul is destined to be taxidermied beneath this place.”

Martha pointed to the empty spot on the right side of the hell gate.

‘I can win.’

Unlike the Prison of Fiends that had been used against the Tenth Apostle, the Prison of Fiends for the White Blood Religion’s leader was a sword field that dragged in the soul, not the body.

If that body died and was taxidermied, her mother would die as well, so she had designed it this way from the start.

“Soul, huh….”

The White Blood Religion’s leader looked at her own body, in which all wounds had vanished, and nodded.

“It certainly is a familiar feeling.”

She nodded calmly, as if she understood the method. Her expression was one of satisfaction instead.

“Seeing it like this, your soul looks very appetizing.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader curled her lips, saying it seemed like a soul that would be satisfying to dominate.

Kugugugu!

As the two glared at one another and were about to move their swords and hands—

Paaaang!

Denier fell beside Martha.

“Huh?”

Denier blinked as he looked down at his own body.

“Why am I in this form….”

This was a space where only souls could exist. I don't know why I, whose soul and body are both nothing but red liquid, am being reflected in Denier's form.

“Forget useless thoughts and focus only on the fight before your eyes!”

Martha tilted her chin toward Denier.

“All right. So be it.”

Though his question remained unanswered, Denier nodded, seeming to grasp that this was no time to dwell on it.

“So both of you are trying to walk into my mouth of your own accord.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader scoffed, spitting blood. In the blink of an eye, her soul was before Martha.

Kyaaaang!

Martha struck away the White Blood Religion’s leader’s hand with her sword, then slashed deeply into her waist.

“Uugh….”

From the White Blood Religion’s leader’s waist, not blood but a white current flowed out. Her soul had been damaged.

“Strange.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader clenched her fist and charged at Martha again.

Kyaaaang!

Martha easily struck aside her fist once more and drove her sword into the White Blood Religion’s leader’s shoulder.

Fwoooong!

Denier also did not miss the opening when the White Blood Religion’s leader was wounded, carving a sharp sword wound into her abdomen.

“Haaah….”

The White Blood Religion’s leader staggered back, looking at the wounds in her shoulder and abdomen.

“Now I understand. This very space is weakening my soul.”

She furrowed her brows as she looked at the rippling sea of blood that seemed to bind her feet.

“You catch on fast. That’s right.”

Martha calmly acknowledged the sword field’s ability.

“My soul cannot grow stronger in a short time, so I weakened yours instead.”

It was a power gained by placing a vow, offering her vitality, and that once the White Blood Religion’s leader’s soul was taxidermied in the hell gate, she would never wield a sword again.

“You must have lost quite a lot. A remarkable will and mental strength.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader nodded, saying she had no choice but to acknowledge it.

“I don’t need your acknowledgment.”

Martha lowered her stance as if to end it this time.

“Fine. Now I, too, will stake my life.”

As the White Blood Religion’s leader bit her lip and brought her hands together, an intense white radiance burst forth from her body.

Wooooooong!

Like the moon rising and its shadow splitting into two, the White Blood Religion’s leader’s soul began dividing into two parts.

Paaaaaang!

The soul that fell to the right was the black-haired, black-eyed woman who had until now been the vessel for the White Blood Religion’s leader.

On the other hand, the one standing on the left was a beauty so stunning it raised goosebumps, an alien being with skin as pale as death and fangs protruding sharply.

“Here, I will devour your soul and take that body as well.”

The red-haired, red-eyed woman twisted her lips into a sinister smile. This seemed to be the White Blood Religion’s leader’s true form.

“Mother!”

Martha realized that the black-haired, black-eyed woman sinking into the sea of blood was her mother’s soul, and without looking back, she ran straight toward her.

Puuuk!

But the White Blood Religion’s leader, as though she had no wish to see mother and daughter reunite, kicked Martha under the chin.

“Aaagh!”

Martha screamed as she was flung away, crashing into the sea of blood.

“Do you know?”

The White Blood Religion’s leader jerked her chin at Martha’s mother’s soul, who lay collapsed behind her.

“After I weakened, your mother kept rushing at me. If not for that, you and Raon Zieghart would have long since been dead.”

She furrowed her brow, saying Martha’s mother had been interfering all along.

“Now there’s no going back to that body….”

The White Blood Religion’s leader’s body dissolved into a hazy mist and vanished.

“I will kill your mother and place your soul beneath my feet.”

Even while under the influence of the sword field, she unleashed a soul of greater magnitude than Martha’s or Denier’s.

Kuwaaaang!

In the blink of an eye, Martha and Denier were struck in the abdomen and face and slammed into the pool of blood.

“Keheuk!”

“Uugh!”

Without even managing a proper resistance, the two were overwhelmed by the White Blood Religion’s leader, losing a significant portion of their souls.

“I told you, didn’t I? That my soul is greater than anyone’s. A restriction of this level cannot stop me.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader sneered as she charged at Martha and Denier.

“I’ll take the defense! You focus only on the attack!”

Denier nodded, saying he would hold down the White Blood Religion’s leader, and in that time she should strike.

“Mm!”

Martha bit her lip and raised her sword.

Kuuung!

But Denier could not block even the first attack of the White Blood Religion’s leader, his arm was torn off as he was hurled back, and behind him, Martha, who had been preparing to counterattack, was also knocked down, a hole pierced through her thigh.

Puuuk!

The White Blood Religion’s leader stomped on Martha’s abdomen as she lay fallen.

“Keheuk!”

White current poured from Martha’s mouth. Her soul began diminishing rapidly.

“Move aside!”

Denier regenerated his arm and charged in, swinging down his sword, but the White Blood Religion’s leader easily evaded the strike and unleashed a palm strike.

Chwaaaak!

Denier’s chest split open, and the current holding his soul gushed out in torrents.

Kuuuk!

The White Blood Religion’s leader stretched out her pure white hand, seized Denier by the neck, and lifted him up.

“Kkeuuugh!”

Denier gasped for breath, seemingly with no strength left to resist.

“Absurd.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader looked down at Martha and Denier, mocking.

“To think the likes of you believed you could withstand my soul.”

She jerked her chin at Martha in derision.

“To consume both the mother and then the child’s body as well, it’s the first time. I wonder what flavor it will have.”

She licked her lips with her tongue and reached her hand toward Martha.

Wuuuuuuung!

But she halted her hand at the fierce vibration she felt from behind.

“This energy, could it be!”

The moment the White Blood Religion’s leader hastily turned around, the sea of blood, boiling like lava, split apart, and a crimson blade surged upward.

Wooooooong!

The Blade of Requiem, imbued with soul and resentment, Raon’s Heart Sword, pierced through space and time and descended into Martha’s sword field.

 

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