The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1033

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Chapter 1033

Whoooooosh!

I released the frigid power of Glacsia, freezing the White Blood Sect’s galleon as it sank into the sea, splitting apart.

“Martha.”

I descended onto the galleon’s deck and approached Martha, who stood with her sword pointed at the Apostle.

“Are you alright?”
“Perfectly fine.”

Martha spoke, then coughed up black blood. She nodded, insisting she was fine despite her expression showing she was anything but.

“How did you manage to capture him?”

I supported Martha’s trembling legs as she seemed ready to collapse, while pressing the Apostle down with the heat of Manhwagong to prevent any movement.

-The True Demon King is curious as well.

Wrath exhaled sharply while observing Martha.

-The beef girl’s martial prowess should not have been enough to overcome such an opponent.
‘It’s not just a difference in martial strength. There’s a blood curse woven into this ship.’

The blood curse embedded in the ship should have granted the Apostle power while hindering Martha, yet I couldn’t fathom how she had achieved victory.

“At first, I was pushed back. Actually, there wasn’t a single moment when I held the advantage.”

Martha nodded heavily, acknowledging that her opponent had indeed been formidable.

“I grasped the counsel you had given me before, and I swung my sword with fury infused into my soul, but in the end I was still being overwhelmed.”

She let out a low groan while gazing at her sword, stained with the Apostle’s blood.

“It wasn’t me who did it—it was the swordsmanship.”

Martha swallowed hard, lifting her gaze.

“Swordsmanship?”
“When that bastard’s blood energy reached its peak and was about to pierce my throat, the flow of the Paeyang Sword changed. As if it understood my emotions, my very soul, it pierced through his blood energy and cut across his chest.”

She drew a deep breath, admitting she didn’t fully understand what she had done.

“The Paeyang Sword….”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the trembling in Martha’s gaze.

‘The Paeyang Sword must be a swordsmanship technique that Denier directly taught to Martha.’

Martha had previously demonstrated the Paeyang Sword and mentioned it was a technique she had learned directly from Denier.

Aside from the subtlety of the blade’s essence, I hadn’t considered it particularly remarkable, but hearing her account today suggested there was something special about it.

‘She truly is an enigmatic person.’

The more I learned about Denier, the more questions arose, leaving me increasingly frustrated.

“I really wanted to kill him, but I held back.”

Martha could have killed the Apostle, but she spat out the blood pooling in her mouth, saying she had endured without doing so.

“Why…?”

I watched Martha grinding her teeth in frustration.

“My real target isn’t this pig.”

Martha laughed coldly, saying her true target was the White Blood Cult Master, not the Apostle.

“He said he was the Ninth Apostle himself. Extract as much information as you can from him.”

She made her request and then collapsed onto the tilted deck. The continuous flow of blood from her mouth suggested her internal injuries were severe.

“You’re finally starting to grow up.”

I patted Martha’s shoulder lightly, telling her that she had endured well.

-That’s right! The Charm Girl has grown so much!

Wrath had still thought of her as a child whenever we communicated, but now he nodded his head emphatically, saying she had matured.

-Now she’s old enough to be married off. *sniffles*….
‘Are you Martha’s mother?’

I looked at the sniffling Wrath with an incredulous expression.

“It’s a bit late to mention it now, but I’m her older sister.”

Martha tapped her forehead with her finger, reminding him that she was one year older.

“Remember that.”

I smiled faintly and nodded.

“Gwangpung Hall—eliminate all remaining Blood Ghosts!”

I commanded the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen who had come with me aboard the Cheongpung to slaughter the Blood Ghosts lingering in the harbor and sea, then approached the Ninth Apostle.

“Grrrrgh….”

The Ninth Apostle was forcibly attempting to seal the wound that had split from his shoulder to his waist using the regenerative power of blood energy.
The white color of the blood told me he was a master of Grand Master rank or higher.

“From the situation, I can make a rough guess, but….”

I looked down at the Ninth Apostle and tilted my chin.

“I’d appreciate it if you told me directly from your own mouth. What have you been doing on this ship all this time?”
“Hehehehe!”

The Ninth Apostle spat out dead blood from his mouth and grinned wickedly.

“Ask that woman over there.”
“You seem to enjoy unnecessary trouble.”

I yanked the Soul Reaper Sword from its sheath, its blade trembling violently, and drove it deep into the Ninth Apostle’s wound.

“Krraaaaaaagh!”

The moment the Soul Reaper Sword’s blade pierced the wound, the Ninth Apostle unleashed a scream so piercing that even children would not dare utter such a sound.

“Speak.”
“Uhhhhh….”

Despite the agonizing sensation of his entire body splitting apart from the Soul Reaper Sword’s malevolent energy, he refused to open his mouth.

‘This is the problem with the White Blood Cult.’

I furrowed my brow as I watched the Ninth Apostle whimper.

‘Whether they’re foot soldiers or executives, none of them will talk.’

The White Blood Cult members had been brainwashed within an irrational system of pseudo-religious dogma, so torture yielded nothing from any of them.
In some ways, they were even more difficult to extract information from than Eden or Derus Robert.

“Those bastards committed everything using this ship.”

Martha forced down an internal medicine pill and finally spoke.

“This ship has sorcery inscribed upon it that absorbs vital energy and blood. The Archbishop I killed manipulated people’s minds to kidnap them, and the waves combined with the ship’s sorcery erased all traces of their vital energy.”

She nodded, having gathered all this information while fighting.

“I see.”

I thanked her and gestured to Martha.

“But there’s still one part that remains unclear.”

I raised my finger and pointed at the Blue Wolf, which watched this place with fierce eyes.

“What is that wolf?”
“….”

The Ninth Apostle remained silent again, keeping his mouth firmly shut.

“Speak.”

I furrowed my brow and drove the blade of the Soul Reaper Sword upward through the Ninth Apostle’s abdomen.

“Ugh! Krraaaaaaagh!”

The Ninth Apostle shrieked in agony far worse than death itself, his limbs convulsing violently.

‘There has to be a connection.’

I surveyed the screaming Ninth Apostle and the wolf whose malice was intensifying, my brow deepening.

‘A wolf like that couldn’t have appeared without reason.’

A creature with such extraordinary power couldn’t have simply emerged from the sea. It had to have been created through the White Blood Sect’s sorcery.

“Hrrgh….”

The Ninth Apostle hung his head limply, releasing only groans—as if he would rather die than speak.

‘At this rate, he’ll die before opening his mouth.’

I should try a different approach.

I withdrew the Soul Reaper Sword from the Ninth Apostle’s wound, even as blood foam dripped from his lips without yielding an answer.

“Hrrgh….”

The Ninth Apostle exhaled a long breath and slowly lifted his gaze.

“The Kusar Pirates.”

I spoke the name of the Kusar Pirates, whom I had annihilated not long ago, while observing the Ninth Apostle as he barely regained consciousness.

“You’re aware that traces of your people were discovered in their territory, aren’t you?”

Though I had found no such traces, I spoke as though I had, offering a thin smile.

“What are you talking about…?”

The Ninth Apostle questioned my words for the first time, as if bewildered.

“Thanks to your blunder in the Kusar Pirates Territory, I was able to wait here with certainty.”

I met the Ninth Apostle’s gaze and tilted my chin.

“Since this is your first time raiding a harbor, it’s hardly strange that mistakes happen.”
“….”

The Ninth Apostle only wrinkled the bridge of his nose as if doubting my words, keeping his mouth shut.
Yet from this reaction alone, I could confirm that my prediction was correct.

‘So the White Blood Sect really did begin kidnapping people starting with the Kusar Pirates Territory.’

Since Paras had said he’d only seen the galleon once, I’d tested the waters—and from the Ninth Apostle’s reaction, it seemed that was indeed where it all began.

“Operations like that typically start from nearby locations. If we search those surrounding waters, we might just uncover the White Blood Cult Headquarters.”

I smiled with only my lips while studying the Ninth Apostle’s face.

“Nonsense.”

The Ninth Apostle’s gaze remained steady as befitted a Grand Master, but his pupils blinked noticeably faster—a sign of anxiety.

“Was it real? I should probably thank Paras for this.”

I laughed, invoking the name of the Kusar Pirates captain who was already dead.

“If we study this galleon and receive the Kusar Pirates’ cooperation, something will surely come to light.”

I tested the Ninth Apostle once more, rolling my eyes.

“…Search for a thousand years. You won’t find a single ant.”

The Ninth Apostle maintained a natural appearance this time, but his tone stretched slightly.

Whether it was this galleon or the Kusar Pirates Territory—if we searched thoroughly enough, a path leading to the White Blood Sect would surely open.

“And on top of that….”
“Kehehehe!”

Just as I was about to probe further regarding the Blue Wolf, the Ninth Apostle cut me off and began laughing like a madman.

“They say a Sword Master’s tongue is sharper than his blade—it seems that’s no exaggeration.”

The Ninth Apostle nodded heavily, as if acknowledging that his act had been exposed.

“You’re a sacrifice that should be offered to the Blood God, but since things have come to this, there’s no helping it….”

He revealed a calm gaze as if he had made a resolution.

“Killing you here will actually become the path toward serving that one.”

The Ninth Apostle ceased his regeneration and unleashed the blood energy remaining in his body.

“Foolish.”

I furrowed my brow and placed my hand upon the Heavenly Sword.

“That’s right. Even in perfect condition, I cannot defeat you. But….”

The Ninth Apostle gazed at the sea—no, at the face of the Blue Wolf floating upon it—and curled his lips into a grin.

“A sea spirit intoxicated by blood energy could devour even you whole!”

He let out a violent cry and plunged his hand—blazing with blood energy—into his own heart.

“A sea spirit intoxicated by blood energy?”
“You said you were curious about what the Blue Wolf is, didn’t you?”

The Ninth Apostle spat blood and laughed wickedly.

“I’ll tell you. That wolf is a guardian spirit that has protected this sea since ancient times. Since this ship alone cannot purge all the blood energy, I subdued that spirit and taught it to consume the scattered blood energy and blood. That’s what I did.”

He bared his teeth in a smile, explaining how he had used that spirit to erase all traces of blood energy and blood, and to raise the waves.

“But the spirit was so pure that the transformation occurred far faster than expected. Blood and blood energy accumulated to the point where I could barely control it.”

The Ninth Apostle’s eyes trembled like a wolf on the verge of rampage, baring yellowed teeth.

“Cursed demons…”

I clenched my molars deeply.

“I curse you and Zigheart with the blood curse.”

The moment the Ninth Apostle finished speaking the curse, he burst apart into white blood.

Splooooosh!

Every fragment of flesh and drop of blood he left behind as he died fell into the sea without exception.

Whoooooosh!

The moment the Ninth Apostle died, the blood sorcery remaining on the deck rose of its own accord, sucking all the blood and vital essence from the deck and harbor into the sea.

Roooooaaaaar!

The Ninth Apostle’s vital essence and the blood and vital essence accumulated on the galleon exploded beneath the sea, and a terrifying light surged upward.

Fwoooooosh!

After the light so brilliant it was difficult to open my eyes faded, I lifted my eyelids to find the storm raging across the sea had vanished, and the entire world lay quiet and still as if asleep.

Grooooooooh!

A colossal wolf rose from the now-tranquil sea.

The wolf’s entire body blazed so intensely red that “blue” could no longer describe it, and the sea itself glowed with a crimson light as if saturated with blood.

Ooooooooh!

As the red wolf howled, the entire sea convulsed, and countless marine monsters rose to the surface, their numbers enough to obscure the horizon.
There were so many that even if I fought them myself, I doubted I could kill them all before exhaustion claimed me.

“W-what is this?!”
“Why did that wolf grow even larger! It’s practically become the size of the sea itself!”
“I’ve never seen so many monsters before….”
“Are we too late? What on earth is happening….”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall who had arrived belatedly swallowed hard as they gazed upon the endless tide of monsters and the colossal crimson wolf standing behind them.

“You’ve arrived in time.”

I regarded Burren Zigheart, Lunan Slion, and Trevin standing before the newly arrived swordsmen with a calm nod.

“This will be your real combat experience. You can handle it, right?”

I pointed toward the monsters for the swordsmen who had just arrived.

“Not bad.”

Burren Zigheart nodded calmly.

“Yeah. I’ll do it….”

Lunan Slion placed his hand on his sword without taking his eyes off Martha, who was struggling to hold her ground.

“It’s been a while since I’ve stretched my skills.”

Trevin licked his lips as if anticipating something enjoyable.

“Lord Raon. I shall assist you.”

Mark Goeten moved to stand behind me, ready to follow.

“No. Guardian, please aid the swordsmen instead. My opponent is that beast.”

I raised my finger to point at the crimson wolf looming like a god behind the monsters.

Kuoooooooooooo!

The crimson wolf, displeased with my designation, furrowed its brow before lifting its head and unleashing a roar that shook the very heavens.

“Ugh….”
“Aaaahhh!”
“What is this sound….”

Even the Master-level swordsmen couldn’t withstand the Blue Wolf’s roar, clutching their heads as they groaned in agony.

Yet the true effect of that cry wasn’t a mental attack—the sea itself churned with fury as colossal waves surged upward.

Kuguguguguguguuu!

The marine Monsters, their eyes blazing with madness, began charging toward the harbor, riding the waves the wolf had conjured.

‘Even intoxicated by blood energy, the sea spirit’s power remains intact?’

Watching how naturally the Monsters obeyed—even more seamlessly than the Eden Ghosts—I became convinced that this creature truly had been a sea spirit from the beginning.

‘There are far too many. Should I lend some assistance….’
“Go.”

Martha waved her hand as she saw me hesitating.

“They’re people you’ve trusted and raised. They can do this, just as I would.”

She rose to her feet, as if to assure me not to worry. It seemed she intended to fight despite her condition.

“I still have so much to learn from you.”

Raon chuckled softly and nodded.

“You’re my older sister, after all.”

Martha tilted her chin, as if reminding me once more.

“Me too….”

Lunan Slion raised his hand, as if asking to be included as well.

“You’re not it!”
“You’re not it.”
-You’re not, are you!

Raon, Martha, and Wrath shook their heads in unison.

“Right.”

I turned to regard the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen and smiled faintly.

“I’m counting on you.”

After entrusting them with the task, I leaped over the surging wave of Monsters rushing toward us and locked eyes with the crimson wolf brimming with malice toward humanity.

Grrrrrrr!

The wolf, which had once been a spirit, now growled savagely with the pure essence of the sea corrupted by vicious killing intent and bloodlust.

‘It’s no longer a spirit.’

I furrowed my brow at the stench of blood emanating from the wolf.

‘It’s closer to a rampaging Monster consumed by killing intent alone.’

The bloodlust radiating from it far exceeded even that of an Apostle. The sea spirit had become nothing more than a Monster.

Kuoooooooo!

The crimson wolf unleashed a roar that shook the Open Sea, then rose from the blood-stained waters as if the sea itself had transformed into crimson gore.
Its body, covered in fur that gleamed like steel, appeared impenetrably hard, and its size was so colossal it could blot out the moon hanging in the sky. It was as though a blood demon had descended upon the mortal realm.

Kyaaaaaaaa!

The crimson wolf, regarding me as its enemy, raised a forepaw larger than the galleon itself and raked it across the empty air with a terrifying assault wreathed in bloodlust far denser than any Apostle’s.

Screeeeeeech!

I drew the Manhwagong Heavenly Sword upward to meet the descending claws of the crimson wolf.

Claaaaaang!

The sight of a human smaller than a claw forcefully striking back the crimson wolf that ruled the seas was as majestic and wondrous as witnessing a legendary hero from ancient mythology.

“How presumptuous.”

Raon tilted his chin upward, observing the bewildered eyes of the Red Wolf as it was driven backward.

“Sit. Good boy.”

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