The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1031

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Chapter 1031

“Haaa….”

Martha exhaled roughly, lowering her stance as if ready to charge forward immediately.

“Wait, just a moment!”

Crain rushed over from the side and grabbed Martha’s wrist.

“We can’t fight right now!”

He shook his pale face, asking if there wasn’t something they needed to do first.

“Please, get a grip on yourself… huh?”

Crain was shouting at Martha to calm down when he blinked blankly.

“Why is she fine?”

He had rushed over in panic, thinking Martha would lose her mind the moment she saw the White Blood Sect, but her eyes were instead coldly composed.

“I have a terrible personality, but I’m not an idiot.”

Martha raised her fist and flicked Crain’s forehead.

“Ugh, my apologies….”

Crain rubbed his forehead, squinting one eye.

“Then should we contact Raon first….”
“Communications are blocked.”

Martha frowned, observing the white mist that enveloped the Harbor and Village.

“That mist is blocking our vision from the outside and controlling the flow of mana.”

The moment the White Blood Cult’s ghost ship entered the harbor, the severing of contact with Raon made it abundantly clear that this white mist possessed the ability to sever external communications.

“Raon would have sensed it, but just in case….”

Martha hurled the crystal orb she’d been holding to the ground.

Kyaaaang!

The crystal orb didn’t shatter into fragments—instead, it crumbled into dust as if it had never existed in the first place.

‘This should get the message through.’

This crystal orb was an artifact crafted by the Magic Tower. Normally used for communication, when shattered in an emergency, it would reveal her location to the connected crystal orb on the other end.

But if this was the Raon she knew, he would have already begun moving the ship in preparation to come to her aid before the orb even shattered.

“Well done. Now we should fight—”
“Wait.”

Martha raised her hand, stopping Crain who was about to charge forward.

“What? Why…?”
“We need to understand what the White Blood Cult is doing.”

Only by learning how the White Blood Cult had erased the harbors without a trace could she save the people who had disappeared so far. Now was not the time to fight—it was time to observe.
Now was not the time to fight, but the time to wait and see.

“Ah, I understand.”

Crain nodded, his eyes widening in surprise at Martha’s composed judgment.

“Ship, the White Blood Cult!”
“The White Blood Cult is attacking!”
“Is that tall figure the Archbishop…?”
“These damned Blood Ghosts!”

The White Blood Cult’s white banners were so renowned that people recognized the Blood Ghosts, their lips trembling as they retreated backward.

“Filthy Blood Ghost bastard!”

A mercenary with a sword strapped to his back stepped forward, wrinkling the bridge of his nose.

“What brings you to this place!”

He immediately shouted for them to leave and drew his blade.

“Foolish commoners.”

The Archbishop stepped forward and removed the hood that had concealed his face. Revealing his refined features—blonde hair and azure eyes—he spoke with such arrogant condescension that he might have been a king himself, referring to those gathered at the harbor as mere subjects.

“Upon you ignorant masses, the mercy of the Blood God has descended.”

The Archbishop ignored the mercenary’s blade aimed at his throat and offered a benevolent smile.

“This bastard….”

Unable to contain his rage, the mercenary brought his sword down toward the Archbishop.

“Excellent. I shall bestow upon you the first blessing.”

As the Archbishop let out a sinister laugh and pressed his palms together, the mercenary’s descending blade froze against his will.

“W-what is this….”

The mercenary reversed his grip and plunged the blade into his own abdomen.

Splurt!

He stared blankly at the blood streaming from his wound, unable to comprehend that he had just wounded himself.

Whoooosh.

As the Archbishop flicked his fingers, the blood falling to the ground rose of its own accord and flowed toward him.

“What have you done to me….”

The mercenary gasped in agony, unable to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.

“First, I must taste it.”

The Archbishop smiled at the bewildered mercenary, then licked the blood floating in the air with his tongue.

“Not bad at all.”

He nodded, saying this blood was worthy of being offered to the Blood Demon.

“Then let us begin.”

As the Archbishop pressed his palms together, a colossal wave surged before the ghost ship he had ridden, sweeping across the village and its people. It was no ordinary wave. It was a malevolent torrent infused with blood energy.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

The moment the mercenary was caught in the wave, he dropped the sword in his hand and collapsed where he stood. The blood dripping from him was drawn into the ghost ship as if possessed by its own will.

“D-damn it!”
“What’s happening?”
“M-my body won’t move….”
“It’s the Blood Ghosts’ curse!”

Other mercenaries and villagers, unable to move their limbs, could only tremble their lips as their bodies were swept away by the wave without resistance.

Uuuuuuung!

As the Archbishop unleashed a blood incantation from his lips, the wave of blood energy grew fiercer, mercilessly shattering buildings and homes.
The villagers, their strength drained further, ceased their resistance and froze in place with vacant eyes.

“Move out.”

The Blood Ghosts stirred as if they had been waiting, placing collars around the people whose bodies and minds were suppressed, and began dragging them toward the ghost ship.

‘Now I understand.’

Martha twisted her lips upward as she watched the approaching wave of blood energy destroying the harbor itself.

‘Why the harbors were obliterated without a trace.’

The reason the people vanished without a trace was because of that Archbishop. Due to his mental manipulation ability and the wave of blood energy, the people were dragged onto the ship without even being able to resist.

‘The reason we couldn’t sense the blood energy was….’

Martha furrowed her brow as she observed the White Blood Sect’s ship, which churned waves of blood essence and conjured white mist.

‘That ship is the culprit.’

She didn’t know what sorcery had been used to create it, but this phantom vessel possessed the ability to drain human blood and blood essence.
Because they had used the ship to completely erase all traces of the blood essence’s flow, both she and Raon could only perceive it as ordinary seawater passing through.

“P-please….”
“Save us!”
“Just kill us here instead!”

Though some people remained conscious, they couldn’t move their bodies against the waves of blood essence and were dragged away by the Blood Ghosts.

“Consider the blessing of the Blood Divine as glory.”

As the Archbishop nodded with a reverent smile, the Blood Ghosts drew scimitars from their waists.

The White Blood Sect followed a doctrine of consuming half the villagers on the spot during raids and kidnapping the other half to their headquarters, and today they seemed intent on observing that same creed.

Fwaaaaaack!

Just as the White Blood Sect members raised their scimitars toward the necks of the people they’d dragged forward, a golden light streaked past their heads.

Splooooooort!

As the light faded, the heads of the White Blood Sect members who had been about to kill the people fell to the ground, and Martha stood before the Archbishop with her crimson hair tied back.

“Nachal Unit! Protect the people!”
“We obey your command!”

As she lowered her sword and stomped her foot, the swordsmen of the Nachal Unit who had been hiding among the people rushed forward with fierce winds and cut down the White Blood Sect members.

“The N-Nachal Unit….”

The Archbishop’s gaze trembled as if he couldn’t have imagined this.

“Zigheart’s Gwangpung Hall!”

He swallowed hard as he met Martha’s fierce gaze.

“It’s, it’s the Nachal Unit’s woman!”
“She hasn’t left yet!”

The people, believing they were finally saved, cried out Martha’s name and epithet while releasing sighs of relief.

“I’m not a Nachal Unit member.”

Martha turned back to look at the people who had called her that, her brow furrowing.

“Even now….”

Crain muttered that she was remarkable and shook his head.

“Thanks to you, all the mysteries have been solved….”

Martha trampled through the waves mixed with the blood of the Blood Ghosts and advanced, giving the Archbishop a nod of her chin.

“Now it’s time for you to die.”

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Crackle, crackle, crackle!

I narrowed my eyes as the crystal orb in my hand revealed the location of the harbor where Martha had been hiding.

‘So she did go there?’

Ever since my communication with Martha had been cut off, I’d sensed something was amiss and immediately prepared to set sail. I was fortunate that my judgment hadn’t been wrong.

“Master! The preparations are complete!”

Rabawin bowed his head to me, saying we could move immediately.

“Since Sicot Harbor, where Lady Martha is, is right nearby, it shouldn’t take long.”

Despite his words, he bit his lip anxiously.

“Then let’s depart immediately.”

As Raon nodded, Rabawin turned and called out to the sailors.

“Set sail! Move at maximum speed!”

Given the urgent situation, Rabawin took the helm himself and propelled the ship forward.

“Sir, Master! I’ve sent word to everyone else!”

Dorian gasped as he reported that he had informed the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen scattered throughout the region of Martha’s location at Sicot Harbor.

“Well done.”

Raon patted Dorian’s shoulder and gestured to the swordsmen aboard the ship.

“The attack has likely already begun. The moment we reach the harbor, prepare yourselves thoroughly so we can engage immediately.”
“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen roared with determination, their hands resting on their sword hilts as if to assure everyone they had nothing to fear.

“….”

As Raon gazed out at the flowing sea, Dorian paced the deck, groaning as though desperate to relieve himself.

“What’s wrong?”
“I’m worried about Martha and the others….”

Dorian had sensed Paras’s fear through his insight, and he bit his lip as he worried for Martha and Crain.

“Crain is hard to trust, but Martha is there.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

“That woman will protect everyone without losing a single person until we arrive.”

Martha trusted him, and as the charge leader, she acted aggressively. But if she were to stand in a commanding position and issue orders, she would undoubtedly move with greater wisdom and composure than anyone else.

“D-do you think so?”

Dorian blinked, his expression one of disbelief.

-Hmm….

Wrath let out a low groan as he regarded me.

-The True Demon King may favor the beef girl, but I fail to see his wisdom in this matter.

He too blinked in disbelief that Martha could move with such composure and prudence.

“We’ll know once we arrive. What concerns me more is….”

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at the sea, which grew increasingly turbulent despite the sun blazing brilliantly in a cloudless sky.

‘This blood scent.’

Before we’d even reached Sicot Harbor, the aroma of blood and Sihan’s energy began to drift across the waters. It wasn’t merely a sensation—something in this sea was genuinely transforming.

‘What in the world is happening….’

I was biting my lip as I watched the sea begin to churn when it happened.

Uuuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword, silent until now, erupted into violent vibrations as if it would shatter my waist.

‘Could it be….’

I grasped the Soul Reaper Sword as it trembled violently like I’d encountered a mortal enemy, swallowing hard.

‘The one behind this incident….’

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Kuwaaaaang!

Martha brought down her heavy sword, tearing through the wave of blood energy that had been binding the villagers.

“U-ugh, I can move…!”
“My legs are free from the wave!”
“Retreat quickly!”
“Don’t run away alone—help the others!”

The villagers, liberated from the blood sorcery, scrambled desperately toward the back of the village.

“Keep moving back like that.”

Martha nodded approvingly to the residents, then approached the Archbishop standing before the phantom ship.

“I heard you’d retreated, but I never expected you to hide for over a month.”

The Archbishop furrowed his brow as if bewildered.

“We’re a tenacious breed. Unlike you lot, who surrender to impulse.”

Martha scoffed, dismissing the White Blood Sect entirely.

“You’re not Raon Zigheart, and someone like you means nothing!”

The Archbishop shook his head violently and summoned blood energy around him.

“Before the blessing of the Blood God, nothing can—”
“Shut it.”

Martha twisted her lips and brought her sword crashing down from overhead.

Kuuuuuung!

The Archbishop urgently drew up blood energy to block Martha’s blade as it fell with terrifying force.

“Ugh, argh…!”

His entire body trembled as he struggled to withstand Martha’s seemingly effortless assault.

“Now I’ve seen through all of your tricks.”

Martha curled her blood-red lips into a smile and tightened her grip.

“Just die.”

As she let out a chilling laugh, the weight infused in her blade swelled at a terrifying speed, cleaving through the Archbishop’s blood aura and tearing his body in half.

“Wh-aaaaaaahhhhh!”

The Archbishop screamed belatedly as his body toppled to the ground, as if he hadn’t even felt himself being torn apart.

“Quiet.”

Martha stomped down with her full weight and crushed the Archbishop’s head as he shrieked.

“Hah…”

The Blood Ghosts froze in place, shocked by Martha’s overwhelming power as she had slain the Archbishop with a single strike.

“Handle those ones.”

Martha waved her hand dismissively to the Nachal Unit swordsmen and climbed up the white staircase that descended from the merchant vessel.

‘This comes first.’

There had to be a device on this ship controlling the waves of blood aura and mist. Destroying it first was the only way to save the entire Village, not just individuals.

“Understood!”
“Leave it to us!”

Crain and the swordsmen nodded reassuringly and began their battle against the Blood Ghosts remaining in the Harbor.

Martha confirmed that the swordsmen were overwhelming the Blood Ghosts before ascending onto the merchant vessel known as the Ghost Ship.

‘Immaculate.’

Despite its weathered exterior that made it resemble a ghost ship, the interior was meticulously maintained as if newly constructed.

The Deck and Wall bore blood sorcery so densely carved into them that, strangely, I could not sense even a trace of blood energy. This sorcery seemed designed to erase any traces of blood energy seeping in from the outside.

Shhhhk!

The Blood Ghosts on the Deck drew their scimitars, wary of the intruder before them.

“How do I stop the tidal wave and the mist?”

Martha tilted her chin toward the Blood Ghosts that were radiating killing intent at her.

“….”

The Blood Ghosts did not answer and slowly advanced. Though they must have instinctively sensed the vast difference in power between them, they did not retreat.

“Right. That’s the kind of creatures you are.”

Martha muttered approvingly and drew her blade toward the Blood Ghosts on her right.

Kwaaaang!

As her sword passed through them, the Blood Ghosts behind it burst apart without leaving a single shred of flesh.

“If I kill them all and destroy everything, I should be able to stop it.”

Martha twisted her lips and approached the Blood Ghosts deeper within the Deck.

Creeeeak.

The door to the Ship Cabin above the Deck opened, and a middle-aged bald man with a round belly protruding like an apple walked out with two women whose eyes were glazed over, one tucked under each arm.

“Foolish creatures….”

The bald middle-aged man clicked his tongue in disdain and kicked the Blood Ghost standing in front of the Ship Cabin.

Pwooogh!

Though the kick was not particularly forceful, the Blood Ghost spewed crimson blood and never rose again.

‘That one….’

Martha furrowed her brow as she observed the lifeless Blood Ghost.

‘Did he burst it from the inside?’

Though it appeared to be a casual kick, he had clearly detonated his energy from within to kill the Blood Ghost. He wasn’t transcendent, but he was a martial artist of a higher rank than herself.

“You….”

Martha bit her lip as she looked at the portly Blood Ghost.

“An Apostle, then.”
“You don’t know me?”

The portly middle-aged man arrogantly raised his chin, his brow furrowing.

“I am the Ninth Apostle who serves that one.”

He referred to himself as the Ninth Apostle and laughed with a sinister edge.

“You’re quite beautiful. I should bestow upon you the blessing of the Blood God as well.”

The Ninth Apostle licked his lips as his gaze swept across Martha’s entire body, then he sank his teeth into the neck of the woman beside her.

“Mmm….”

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed Martha standing calmly even as the woman died before her.

“I heard from the 10th Apostle that you were a beast-like woman, but you’re rather unexpected.”

The Ninth Apostle spat the woman’s flesh onto the ground and drew a cold smile. He had clearly heard everything the Archbishop said and knew his own identity.

“I didn’t expect your provocation to fail.”
“If I fell for such cheap provocation, the one who taught me would weep in despair.”

Martha raised her sword, her gaze unwavering and resolute.

“I won’t claim I’ll save you all. But….”

She met the eyes of the women dying in the Ninth Apostle’s grasp without flinching, then nodded.

“I will ensure your vengeance is absolute.”

Martha surged forward toward the Ninth Apostle, her aura blazing not with mere killing intent but with a profound, searing rage.

Kuwaaaaaaang!

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