The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1064

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Chapter 1064

“What?”

I froze solid as I watched Denier drive his blade through the White Blood Cult Master’s heart.

‘What is this?’

I had been tense, sensing the shift in Denier’s gaze, yet he turned the very sword aimed at me toward
the White Blood Cult Master’s chest and pierced it clean through. It was even more absurd than when Lecross had been ambushed.

-Is that bastard truly insane?

Wrath blinked repeatedly, unable to comprehend what had just transpired.

-Why did he stab that queen mosquito’s heart! And what’s this about her being a mother?!

He clutched his head, still bewildered by this man called Denier.

‘Could this be a ritual to seize Martha’s body more easily?’

The thought crossed my mind that Denier intended to kill Martha’s Mother—the body currently inhabited by the White Blood Cult Master—to empower her. Honestly, I could think of no other explanation.

‘No, that’s not it.’

Seeing the White Blood Cult Master’s bewildered eyes and trembling voice, it was clear this was something she had never anticipated.

‘Not an act—genuine shock.’

The White Blood Cult Master had been in the midst of pushing Martha’s soul aside and consuming her body when Denier’s ambush caught her completely off guard.

‘And besides….’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Denier cough up blood.

‘The White Blood Cult Master attacked Denier as well.’

The White Blood Cult Master unleashed the sorcery she had embedded within Denier’s body, carving his organs into pieces. If he were merely a puppet, there would have been no reason to go so far.

“Disappear!”

The White Blood Cult Master wielded her blood energy to push Denier away along with the blade piercing his chest.

“Ugh…”

But Denier remained motionless, as though his legs were rooted into the earth. Despite the agony that prevented him from even opening his eyes properly, he kept his grip on the sword that had pierced through the White Blood Cult Master’s chest.

“Ugh…”

Martha, too, had been exposed to the White Blood Cult Master’s blood energy alongside Denier, and blood spilled from her lips.

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

She glared at Denier, not the White Blood Cult Master, even as she endured the simultaneous torment of body and soul.

“Tell me!”

A faint glimmer of hope seemed to flicker in Martha’s eyes.

“Since your mother’s soul remains connected to hers, even if the paralysis breaks, she won’t be able to move properly.”

Denier shook his head without releasing Martha’s hand.

“Hm…”

Martha’s brow furrowed deeply.

‘It’s true—breathing is becoming difficult.’

Her mind felt hazy as though intoxicated, and her body seemed to float weightlessly. Had it not been for the pain radiating across her entire frame, she would have truly believed herself dead.

“So you made such a choice? Very well. I shall devour that child’s flesh so that you may taste true despair.”

The White Blood Cult Master curled her lips and cast her gaze down upon Martha.

“Aaaahhh!”

Martha screamed, unable to bear the pain. It seemed the White Blood Cult Master’s soul was raging again, trying to reclaim her body.

“You’re going to be all right.”

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

“Imagine you’re holding a sword right now. Try operating the Paeyang Sword.”
“Ugh….”

Even now, Martha felt betrayed by Denier, but the extreme agony inflicted by the White Blood Cult Master drove her instinctively to recite the incantation of the Paeyang Sword.

Whoooooosh!

A soft golden radiance spread across her entire body like fireflies, naturally releasing the blood energy that had been suffocating her soul.

Martha’s eyes, which had been turning gray as if losing consciousness, began to regain their natural black color.

“Ah….”

Martha felt the pain in both body and mind diminish noticeably, and she gazed at Denier with vacant eyes.

“What… what is this!”

The White Blood Cult Master’s jaw trembled as she watched Martha withstand the soul’s invasion.

“You! What have you done!”

She glared not at Martha, but at Denier, grinding her teeth.

“Mother and I possess similar methods of seizing human bodies. I created a technique capable of preventing it.”

Denier nodded, explaining that the Paeyang Sword itself was a sword technique created to protect Martha.

“You dare!”

The White Blood Cult Master glared at Denier and let out a furious cry.

“After all the care I’ve shown you!”
“Unlike the anger Mother feels toward me now, the acknowledgment and love you gave me were false emotions.”

Denier exhaled a turbid breath as he gazed into the White Blood Cult Master’s eyes, which burned with a crimson intensity.

“My entire life has been a lie, but today—just for today—I wish to live as a truthful human being.”

He examined Martha’s state with wide eyes before nodding toward Raon.

“Mother is more versed in the soul than anyone in this world. Since she can divide her soul into multiple fragments, even if Father—no, even if the North Destruction King Glen Zigheart himself were to arrive, he could not perfectly annihilate her soul.”

Denier’s brows furrowed as if he were enduring unbearable pain.

“The only way to completely erase Mother’s soul is when she exchanges her body for a new vessel.”

He clenched his fists, having orchestrated this very moment to perfectly kill the White Blood Cult Master.

“Ah….”

Martha’s violently trembling eyes lifted toward Denier.

“You truly have lost your mind!”

As the White Blood Cult Master spewed blood and shrieked, the eyes of Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara—who had been attacking Raon—rolled backward.

Kugugugugugu!

Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara brought down her axe and spear, blazing with blood-qi as if to obliterate the immobilized Denier without a trace.

“Die!”

Denier’s eyes—not fixed on the White Blood Cult Master, but on her—revealed a serene gaze. As if he trusted her completely.

-What in the….

Wrath’s eyes narrowed, still unable to grasp the situation.

‘Damn it….’

I bit down hard on my molars and stepped into Ethereal Steps. Moving with the extreme speed I had gained from Denier, I rushed forward and blocked Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s axe as it descended violently.

Claaaaaang!

I pushed back Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s axe with the Heavenly Sword, and my entire body screamed in agony. My flesh and spirit had already reached their limits.

‘But….’

That monster was in the same predicament.

Seeing how she couldn’t decisively crush me despite my weakened state, it was clear that Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara had also expended far more strength than her appearance suggested.

“Thank you….”

Denier spoke words of gratitude toward my back.

“I don’t trust you.”

I shook my head without turning around.

“But if there’s anything you can do, do it. I’ll hold the line for now.”

I spoke of enduring by any means necessary, deflecting the relentless cascade of Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s weapons.

“Martha….”

Denier held Martha’s hand and lowered his gaze gently.

“Now it’s your turn. Only your battle remains.”

He continued to nod, instructing her to wield the Fleeting Yang Sword and push back the White Blood Cult Master’s soul and blood essence.

“I promise….”

Martha bit her lip as she looked up at Denier.

“After this war ends, I’ll definitely hear your story.”
“…I swear it. I will tell you everything with my own mouth.”

Denier seemed to have more to say, but he didn’t voice anything further.

“Grraahhh!”

Martha bit her lip as she channeled the full power of the Sword of Defiance, its ancient incantations flowing through her. A crystalline aura bloomed across her entire body, and transparent blood poured from the White Blood Cult Master’s mouth and chest.

Uuuuuuung!

Denier also wielded the Sword of Defiance, helping to push back the White Blood Cult Master’s soul.

“Grrrrgh….”

The White Blood Cult Master gnashed her teeth, white blood dripping between them. Her eyes blazed with fierce intensity as her blood essence surged forth like a tidal wave.

Kuguguguguugu!

This time, blood tears streamed down from Martha and Denier’s eyes. It seemed that the White Blood Cult Master’s blood energy had dealt a severe shock to the souls of the two.

“My soul is greater than any other! I will never yield to the likes of you!”

The White Blood Cult Master laughed mockingly, as if they were merely eggs hurling themselves against stone.

“Grrrrgh….”
“Ugh….”

Her words rang true as Martha and Denier groaned, their heads bowing. The disparity in soul grade was overwhelming.

“I won’t kill you immediately.”

The White Blood Cult Master looked down at Denier, whose knees trembled, and let out a cold laugh.

“I’ll use the body of that child you cherish enough to betray me to sever your neck.”

She sneered at the thought of using Martha’s body to kill Denier.

“Ugh….”

Denier conserved his strength, continuing to wield the Sword of Defiance, but he was merely holding on.

“Your breath reeks—shut your mouth.”

Martha raised her head and bit the White Blood Cult Master’s arm as she mocked Denier.

“A dying woman’s last throes.”

The White Blood Cult Master let out a scornful laugh, as if dismissing it as a final death rattle.

“This land is far too pure for the likes of you.”

Martha curled her lips, which were stained with the White Blood Cult Master’s blood, into a cruel smile.

“I shall guide you to the Hell that suits you.”

Though she held no blade, though her hands grasped nothing, she raised a trembling hand over her chest as if wielding a sword.

“Demon Prison.”

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

Kuguguguguguuu!

A Hell Gate, its frame dripping with crimson blood, erupted from the white battlefield. On the left door, the corpse of the 10th Apostle—his entire body grotesquely twisted—was mounted like a specimen.

“What—!”

As the White Blood Cult Master’s eyes widened, a bone-chilling shriek tore through the air, and the right Hell Gate swung open.

Kuguguguguguuu!

The moment the gate opened and an icy chill exploded outward, Martha, Denier, and the White Blood Cult Master froze in place.

Kuuuuuung!

As if its purpose were fulfilled, the Hell Gate creaked with the sound of ancient hinges and closed once more.

‘Surely not…’

I narrowed my eyes, watching the Hell Gate seal shut, leaving the three figures behind.

-Indeed. It took only the souls of those three!

Wrath nodded, confirming my suspicion.

—You experience it occasionally too.

He nodded, saying that three souls must be clashing within that horrifying gate.

‘Then there’s no point in splitting that body apart.’

It seemed the outcome of today’s war would be decided within that Hell Gate.

Clang!

Raon narrowed his eyes as he deflected the relentless assault of Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, who struck downward with her weapon as if protecting her master, the White Blood Cult Master.

‘This could be very dangerous.’

By his reckoning, Martha could not win in a battle of souls.

‘I need to prepare as well.’

Raon gripped the Soul Reaper Sword tightly, feeling the White Blood Cult Master’s vicious malice and murderous intent as it unleashed a fierce blade aura.
The Soul Reaper Sword, which seemed to burst forth with a fierce blade aura, was gripped tightly in his hand.

“One last fight.”

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Splash!

Crimson blood dripped down from beneath the Hell Gate, where the corpse of the 10th Apostle was mounted.

“This place is….”

The White Blood Cult Master surveyed the world drenched in scarlet blood. She furrowed her brow at the sight of the mounted corpse of the 10th Apostle.

“A Sword Realm created for you.”

Martha, perched atop the Hell Gate, looked down at the White Blood Cult Master and twisted her lips into a smile.

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

Martha pointed to the empty space on the right side of the Hell Gate.

‘I can win this.’

Unlike the Demon Prison I had unleashed against the Ten Apostles, the Demon Prison designed for the White Blood Cult Master was a Sword Realm that drew forth the soul rather than the body.
If that body died and was preserved, Mother would perish alongside it, so I had designed it this way from the very beginning.

“A soul, then….”

The White Blood Cult Master gazed at her own body, where all wounds had vanished, and nodded.

“Indeed, it feels familiar.”

She nodded calmly, as if understanding the method. Her expression was almost satisfied.

“Looking at it this way, your soul appears quite appetizing.”

The White Blood Cult Master curled her lips upward, speaking as though your soul possessed a flavor worth savoring.

Crack, crack, crack!

Just as the two of them glared at each other and began to move their blades and hands—

Boom!

Denier was hurled to Martha’s side.

“What?”

Denier looked down at his own form, blinking in confusion.

“Why do I appear like this….”

This space could only exist with souls. I couldn’t understand why I, whose soul and body were nothing but crimson liquid, was being reflected in Denier’s form.

“Stop wasting time on pointless thoughts and focus only on the battle before you!”

Martha nodded sharply at Denier.

“Right. I will.”

Denier’s questions remained unanswered, but he seemed to understand this wasn’t the time for such contemplation and nodded in agreement.

“So both of you are eager to throw yourselves into my mouth.”

The White Blood Cult Master let out a scornful laugh and spat blood. Her soul reached Martha’s position in the blink of an eye.

Clang!

Martha deflected the White Blood Cult Master’s strike with her blade, then carved a deep wound across her waist.

“Hmm…”

Not blood, but a white current of essence flowed from the White Blood Cult Master’s wound. A portion of her soul had been severed.

“How strange.”

The White Blood Cult Master clenched her fist and charged at Martha again.

Clang!

Martha easily parried the White Blood Cult Master’s fist and drove her blade deep into her shoulder.

Whoosh!

Denier seized the moment of her injury and carved a sharp wound across the White Blood Cult Master’s abdomen.

“Hah…”

The White Blood Cult Master staggered backward, observing the wounds on her shoulder and abdomen.

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

She gazed at the Sea of Blood that seemed to bind her feet, her eyes narrowing with realization.

“You’re quick to catch on. That’s right.”

Martha acknowledged the Sword Realm’s perceptiveness calmly.

“My soul couldn’t grow stronger in such a short time, so I weakened yours instead.”

It was an ability I could obtain only because I had sacrificed my life force and sworn a vow that I would never draw a sword again once the White Blood Cult Master’s soul was sealed within the Hell Gate.

“You must have lost a great deal. Your will and mental fortitude are truly remarkable.”

The White Blood Cult Master nodded, unable to deny it.

“I don’t need your acknowledgment.”

Martha lowered her stance, determined to end this now.

“Very well. Now I, too, shall stake my life.”

As the White Blood Cult Master bit her lips and pressed her hands together, an intense white radiance erupted from her body.

Uuuuuuung!

As the moon rose and shadows split in two, the White Blood Cult Master’s soul began to divide into two distinct forms.

Paaaaaang!

The soul that separated to the right was the true owner of the body that had housed the White Blood Cult Master until now—
a woman with black hair and black eyes.

Standing on the left was a woman so beautiful it sent chills down one’s spine. She was an otherworldly being with skin so pale it was almost translucent and prominent fangs jutting from her mouth.

“Here, I shall devour your soul and claim that body for myself.”

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

“Mother!”

Martha realized that the black-haired, black-eyed woman drowning in the Sea of Blood was her mother’s soul, and without hesitation, she rushed forward.

Splurt!

Yet the White Blood Cult Master, unwilling to witness the reunion of mother and daughter, kicked Martha’s jaw upward.

“Ahhh!”

Martha screamed as she was sent flying, plummeting into the Sea of Blood.

“You know what?”

The White Blood Cult Master glanced at Martha’s Mother’s spirit lying collapsed behind her.

“After I weakened, your mother kept throwing herself at me? If she hadn’t, you and Raon Zigheart would have died long ago.”

She furrowed her brow, acknowledging that Martha’s Mother had been the one interfering all this time.
Martha frowned, saying that her mother had been interfering.

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

The White Blood Cult Master’s body vanished, leaving behind a hazy mist.

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

Despite being under the influence of the Sword Realm, she displayed a soul of greater power than Martha and Denier.

Crash!

Martha and Denier were knocked down into the blood, their stomachs and faces struck in a fleeting moment.

“Ugh!”
“Ugh!”

The two of them couldn’t even put up a proper resistance and were overwhelmed by the White Blood Cult Master, suffering a considerable loss of souls.

“Didn’t I tell you? My soul is greater than anyone else’s. You can’t stop me with constraints like these.”

The White Blood Cult Master let out a scornful laugh and charged at Martha and Denier.

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

Denier nodded, indicating he would restrain the White Blood Cult Master while they attacked.

“Ugh!”

Martha bit her lip and raised her sword.

Whoooosh!

But Denier couldn’t even block the White Blood Cult Master’s first strike—his arm was torn clean off and he was sent flying backward, while Martha, who had been preparing a counterattack behind him, was knocked back with a gaping hole torn through her thigh.

Craaash!

The White Blood Cult Master brought her foot down in a vicious stomp toward Martha’s fallen form.

“Hack!”

Martha coughed up a pale mist of energy. Her soul began to drain away at an alarming rate.

“Move!”

Denier regenerated his arm and rushed forward, bringing his blade down, but the White Blood Cult Master sidestepped his strike with ease and unleashed her technique.

Shhhhwack!

Denier’s chest split open, and a torrent of soul energy poured out of him.

Thud!

The White Blood Cult Master extended her pale white hand and seized Denier by the throat, lifting him into the air.

“Gack—!”

Denier gasped for breath, no longer possessing the strength to resist.

“How absurd.”

The White Blood Cult Master gazed down at Martha and Denier with contempt.

“Did you truly believe creatures like you could withstand my soul?”

She tilted her chin mockingly toward Martha.

“After devouring the mother, I’ve never tasted the child’s flesh before. I wonder what flavor it will have.”

The White Blood Cult Master licked her lips with her tongue and was reaching out her hand toward Martha when it happened.

Uuuuuuuung!

She stopped her outstretched hand toward Martha, sensing the violent tremor erupting from behind her back.

“Could this aura possibly be…!”

The moment the White Blood Cult Master spun around in urgency, the Sea of Blood that had been roiling like molten lava split open, and a crimson blade rose forth.

Uuuuuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword, imbued with soul and resentment—Raon’s heart sword pierced through spacetime and descended upon Martha’s Sword Realm.

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