The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1056

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Chapter 1056

Screeeeeech!

The gate of Hell, upon which a black coffin imprisoning demons was inscribed, swung open, and the entire world was drenched in crimson light.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The 10th Apostle opened his eyes in a grotesque space where blood-red liquid pooled up to his knees.

“Where is this….”

He swallowed hard as he watched white droplets of blood flowing from the wound on his shoulder turn crimson.

“It’s my Sword Realm.”

Martha’s crystalline voice reached the 10th Apostle from behind.

“Sword Realm?”

The 10th Apostle turned around, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“This Sword Realm is called the Demon Prison.”

Martha wore a subtle smile that seemed incongruous with the blood-soaked hell surrounding them.

“It is a prison that confines demons like you and the White Blood Cult Master—creatures that should never exist in this world.”
“You don’t carry Zigheart blood, so how could you possibly….”

The 10th Apostle’s brow deepened with incomprehension.

“I made a vow upon my soul and inner world. I prayed that if I could only kill you and that damned woman with this Sword Realm, I would never need to wield a blade again.”

Martha spoke of the Sword Realm she had created through vengeance alone, her crimson lips curling upward.

“Of course, none of this would have been possible without that fool of a teacher’s help. I needed training in attribute cultivation.”

Even though I had become a Grand Master and sworn a soul oath, it was impossible to create a Sword Realm immediately.
Thanks to Rimer teaching me how to cultivate Sword Realm creation using elemental power, I was able to complete the Demon Prison now.

“No matter what, it’s still impossible….”
“The Demon Prison is a Sword Realm created solely for you and the White Blood Cult Master. Even Blood Ghosts cannot use it against others.”

The ones I harbored the deepest resentment toward were the 10th Apostle who took my mother and the White Blood Cult Master who seized her body.
This Sword Realm was nothing less than the hatred accumulated since childhood toward these two people taking tangible form.

“I never expected you to create a Sword Realm. However….”

The 10th Apostle, despite being trapped within the Sword Realm, breathed with cold, calculating eyes as he sought a way to escape.

“An incomplete Sword Realm is meaningless.”

He seemed to believe this Sword Realm was unfinished and leveled his spear at me.

“If I kill you, this Sword Realm will crumble as well.”

The 10th Apostle stomped his feet roughly as if to demonstrate his full power, then unleashed a spear strike with blood energy spiraling in a helix.

Whoooosh.

However, the formidable blood energy contained within his spear transformed into crimson dust and vanished before it could reach Martha.

“What, what is this….”

The 10th Apostle’s eyes widened in even greater shock than when he first entered the Sword Realm.

“How impatient.”

Martha waved her hand toward the 10th Apostle, whose lips trembled.

“The Demon Prison is a prison that turns all blood red. Since the white blood flowing through your body has become as ordinary as that of a human, you can no longer manipulate blood energy.”

This Demon Prison transforms all blood to red. In other words, it was a living hell for the Blood Ghosts of the White Blood Sect, who drew their strength from white blood.

“Impossible! This cannot be!”

The 10th Apostle screamed that I possessed a force capable of shattering the world’s equilibrium.

“No, it’s possible. As I said, the only targets I can use the Sword Realm against are you and the White Blood Cult Master.”

I had abandoned the possibility of opening the Sword Realm through elemental power alone like Rimer, instead choosing to forge a Sword Realm designed exclusively for the Blood Ghosts—specifically only the 10th Apostle and the White Blood Cult Master.

Moreover, I had bound myself with a soul’s covenant: if I could kill those two with this Sword Realm, I would never need to draw a blade again.
It was a constraint born of sacrificing the future for the present, and such power was not impossible to obtain.

‘Whether it works on the White Blood Cult Master, I cannot say, but it will absolutely work on the 10th Apostle.’

The White Blood Cult Master existed in a realm entirely different from my own—I could not fathom her. But the 10th Apostle could never escape this Demon Prison.

“Hmm….”

The 10th Apostle bit his lip and raised his spear. Despite being unable to channel blood energy, he seemed determined to fight to the bitter end.

“Good stance. If you didn’t resist, there’d be no satisfaction in my vengeance!”

As Martha lifted her blade, the crimson blood flowing across the ground surged upward like a tidal wave, crashing down upon the 10th Apostle’s head.
It was a torrent so immense it threatened to engulf not just the 10th Apostle, but the entire space of the Demon Prison itself.

“Grraaaaaah!”

The 10th Apostle roared and swung his spear, but the strength of his body alone, devoid of blood energy, could not withstand the overwhelming surge.

Craaaaaash!

The 10th Apostle was swept away by the terrifying tidal wave, his arms and legs crushed to pulp as he was buried beneath the crimson blood.

“It’s not over yet.”

Martha drove her blade into the ground, and the blood transformed into thousands of thorns that tore through the 10th Apostle’s entire body.

“Screeeeeeeech!”

The 10th Apostle, unable to endure the torment of the Demon Prison, rolled his eyes back and let out a piercing scream.

“Do you regret it?”

Martha looked down at the 10th Apostle, whose entire body trembled from agony, and lifted her chin.

“Do you regret stepping onto this path? Becoming a Blood Ghost, murdering the innocent, and abducting them?”
“Haa….”

The 10th Apostle lifted his head, exhaling breath that reeked of blood.

“I… I never enjoyed fighting. I barely drank human blood at all.”

He continued speaking, his eyes trembling.

“But I don’t regret becoming a Blood Ghost. My life was for her, and she grew stronger by obtaining your mother’s body.”

The 10th Apostle shook his head, remaining loyal to the White Blood Cult Master until the very end.

“Is that so? Thank you. Because of you, I don’t think I’ll regret creating this Sword Realm either.”

As Martha clenched her fist, crimson blood transformed into prison bars that coiled around the 10th Apostle.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The 10th Apostle was trapped within the serpentine blood bars, his entire skeleton shattering. Blood poured from his mouth.

“Still… still….”

The 10th Apostle looked up at Martha, spitting out dead blood.

“I wanted to apologize to you….”
“To me? That’s wrong! You should beg forgiveness from all those you murdered and offered as sacrifices!”

Martha slapped the 10th Apostle’s cheek as he lay dying, telling him to stop spouting nonsense.

“No, it’s you. Only you….”

The 10th Apostle’s eyes lifted as if he only regretted his actions toward her, and then his breath ceased.

“What does that even….”

As Martha’s eyes narrowed, the 10th Apostle’s corpse flowed with the blood and was embedded against the left side of the Demon Prison gate.
The remaining gate on the right was reserved for the White Blood Cult Master.

“No matter what happens, I won’t accept your apology.”

Martha couldn’t close her eyes as she stared at the 10th Apostle’s lifeless body, her lips trembling.

“Only the strong have the right to forgive.”

Despite her words of no regret, she gazed at the fallen 10th Apostle with bitter eyes before grasping the handle of the Demon Prison gate.

Creeeeeeak!

The gate, drenched in the 10th Apostle’s blood, released a spectral wail as if cursing itself, then swung open.

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Roooaaarrr!

The moment Martha stepped out of the Sword Realm, her eyes widened at the thunderous cheers that greeted her.

“That’s our Unit Master!”
“You’ve finally achieved the Sword Realm!”
“We knew you could do it!”

The Gwangpung swordsmen cried out in exultation, waving their hands toward her.

“Martha!”

Burren raised his fist toward her.

“I can’t believe you’re the first among us to master the Sword Realm!”

He let out an astonished laugh. His words carried not envy or jealousy, but genuine admiration and pride.

“Well done! You did wonderfully!”

Lunan’s lips curved into the faintest smile. For her, that quiet voice and expression were the equivalent of roaring laughter.

“Our nephews and nieces are all exceptional!”

Aris pushed back the First Apostle’s fierce assault with raw strength, then gave her a thumbs up.

“The 10th Apostle….”
“W-wait, could that young girl have killed him?”
“N-no way! He’s the 10th Apostle!”
“Even if Raon Zigheart did it, how could she possibly….”

Meanwhile, the Blood Ghosts realized the 10th Apostle had fallen, and shock trembled in their widened eyes.

“Martha.”

Denier approached from behind and placed a hand on Martha’s shoulder.

“How did you open the Sword Realm?”

His eyes were wide with astonishment.

“I learned about the Sword Realm using attribute power from my lazy master. It’s a method that works without Zigheart blood, but despite sharing the name, it’s actually a different martial art.”

Martha smiled faintly, thinking of Rimer. Using it herself, she could feel it was slightly different from the Zigheart Sword Realm.

“Plus, I’ve watched Raon operate the Sword Realm so many times that it helped tremendously.”

In truth, the oath to use it only against the 10th Apostle and the White Blood Cult Master had been significant, but she didn’t mention that part since Denier might feel saddened.

“I see.”

Denier nodded, now understanding.

“Is the 10th Apostle truly dead?”
“Yes. He’s definitely dead.”

She clenched her fist, explaining that she had embedded his corpse so deeply within her Sword Realm that nothing remained.

“Then… did he leave behind any final words?”

Denier’s eyes narrowed sharply, as if suddenly asking whether the 10th Apostle had left any last testament.

“Well, he suddenly apologized to me alone. He said something strange… Ugh!”

Martha’s explanation trailed off as she gasped in pain and dropped to her knees.

“Martha!”

Denier moved urgently to support her.

“I’m… I’m fine. Just a bit exhausted…”

Martha gripped Denier’s shoulder and pushed herself upright.

‘So that’s what it was.’

Sacrificing one’s life force…

Rimer had warned me that his Sword Realm technique consumed not just attribute power but also life force, and he didn’t recommend using it.
True to his words, after unleashing the Sword Realm, my entire body ached as if pierced by countless blades, and exhaustion threatened to drag me down into oblivion.

‘How much pain did he endure?’

Realizing what agony Rimer had suffered through during that battle, my tongue felt bitter enough to sting.

“Are you truly alright?”

Denier’s brow furrowed, as if he’d sensed my condition.

“I’m fine. Well, even if I’m not, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Martha used her sword as a cane and stood on both legs.

“No matter what, today must be the day this war ends.”

If I missed this opportunity, I might never capture the White Blood Cult Master again. Today, I had to sever that demon’s neck and pierce her heart.

“Yes. That’s true.”

Denier nodded, as if he understood my position.

“Then recover your stamina behind me. From now on, Hyunmu Division will carve the path forward.”

He told me to follow from behind and scaled the Castle Wall.

“Thank you, Father.”

Martha offered a faint smile and followed Denier into the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

“There are no Blood Ghosts here?”

The Blood Ghosts had either been drawn to the Castle Wall or were nowhere to be seen within the headquarters interior.

“They’re not absent.”

Denier raised his finger, pointing toward the Main Street where white blood flowed. Scattered across the sprawling path lay countless Blood Ghosts, an Archbishop, and what appeared to be an Apostle’s corpse.

“Gwangpung Jeonju carved through all of them.”

He let out a hollow laugh as he observed Raon’s sword marks, which had severed the Blood Ghosts’ vitality with absolute precision. He seemed genuinely impressed by Raon’s martial prowess.

“The way he brutally carved through them—it’s definitely him.”

Martha nodded as she observed the Apostle’s corpse bearing traces of Raon’s handiwork.

‘I feel a bit stronger.’

The thought that Raon was fighting for me seemed to wash away some of the fatigue and pain that had been crushing my body and spirit.

“He seems to have headed north. Let’s increase our pace from here.”
“Yes.”

I was rushing forward alongside Denier and the Hyunmu Division swordsmen when it happened.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

The white cathedral at the northern end collapsed, and a towering pillar of blood essence surged skyward. It resembled the world’s greatest Blanger Waterfall rising in reverse.

“The White Blood Cult Master!”

Martha ground her teeth as she watched the black-haired, black-eyed woman emerge from the pillar of blood essence. The White Blood Cult Master. She stood with white blood wrapped around her like a dress, glaring up at the heavens.

Boom!

As I tightened my grip on my sword and prepared to rush toward the White Blood Cult Master, the Blonde Swordsman standing before her was hurled back by the blood essence, crashing into the building beside me.

“Damnably strong, even without awakening.”

It was Raon. He brushed aside the rubble of the collapsed building and rose to his feet, letting out a hollow laugh.

“Raon!”
“Seeing that you’ve made it this far, it seems you succeeded.”

Raon smiled faintly, as if he had always believed in me.

“What happened?”
“That queen mosquito was using her subordinates as meat shields and attempting to awaken. I stopped her at the last moment.”

He brushed the blood and dust from his hands, having blocked the White Blood Cult Master’s awakening by the thinnest of margins.

“Just a fleeting instant remained. A single breath—and she lost it!”

Whether Raon’s words were true or not, the White Blood Cult Master let out a scream while gripping her black hair.

“I will kill you! Not just you—I will devour every human connected to you!”

As the White Blood Cult Master chanted an incantation with her hands pressed together, a pristine white dimension bloomed within the White Blood Cult Headquarters, and countless blood ghosts poured forth. In an instant, the interior of the headquarters was flooded with blood ghosts, as if every one that existed on this Continent had been summoned.
In an instant, as if all the Blood Ghosts existing on this Continent had been summoned, the Inner Chamber of this Unit was filled with Blood Ghosts.

However, the White Blood Cult Master’s sorcery didn’t end there. She sprinkled rain made of white blood over the Unit, weakening the Zigheart inspectors while empowering the Blood Ghosts.

The tide of battle turned again, and the prosecutors began to be pushed back.

“I’ll kill you myself…”

Just as the White Blood Cult Master reached out her hand, determined to kill me herself.

Craaaaaash!

The space where the White Blood Cult Master stood split open, and a blue sword strike pierced through her chest and erupted from the other side.

“You’ve become quite excited.”

From within the space that shimmered like a mirror, King Lecross of Owen, who bore the epithet Silent Sword Master, stepped forward.

Boom!

He poured his aura into the blade that had pierced the White Blood Cult Master’s chest, shattering her flesh and bones.

“Cough!”

As the White Blood Cult Master spat blood and bent at the waist, dozens of cards fell from the air and unleashed a high-level lightning spell upon her.

“Screeeeech!”

Powerful auras and magic collided in an explosion, and the White Blood Cult Master crashed to the ground with a scream.

“Well done.”

Larian, the Magic Tower Master, blinked at me as I held cards that gleamed in different colors on my fingertips.

“I was watching with my heart in my throat, and you truly performed brilliantly.”

King Lecross also nodded approvingly, saying that I and Martha had been excellent.

“Now we shall join you as well!”

As he raised his hand, a blue dimensional gate of Chamber opened, and the knights of Owen charged forth.

Roooaaarrr!

The cavalry swept through the Blood Ghosts with lances sharpened to a keen edge tucked at their waists, and the Knight Order led by the Third Prince cut through the Dimension where the Blood Ghosts and those creatures emerged, opening a path in one strike.

“Benefactor! I apologize for keeping you waiting!”

The Third Prince stood with his sword raised, blood from the Blood Ghosts dripping down its blade, as he offered a salute—clearly having endured considerable strain himself.

“It’s been quite some time. I’ve grown to the point where I can no longer keep pace with you.”

Borini Kiden, who had become the vice-commander of the Silver Knights Division, drew a faint smile as he severed the Archbishop’s neck.

“These… these bastards…”
“It’s not over yet.”

While the White Blood Cult Master reeled from the shock inflicted by King Lecross and Larian, unable to steady herself, I stepped forward with Tae Hwa Bo and struck her face with my fist.

Crack!

The White Blood Cult Master, still unable to fully process the impact, couldn’t defend against my attack and tumbled across the ground, collapsing before King Lecross and Larian.

Clang!

King Lecross leveled a blade gleaming with an icy blue light at the White Blood Cult Master, Larian raised her cards while drawing forth tremendous mana, and I opened the Sword Realm with the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword, summoning the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword.

“Bruised and battered—it suits you well.”

I twisted my lips into a smirk as I gazed at the White Blood Cult Master’s purple-swollen cheeks.

“Mosquitoes really do need to be swatted with the palm of your hand.”

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