The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 103

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Chapter 103. Blasphemy (2)
“I find you quite pleasing.”
The Northern Great Mountain Range of the Ruzbella Empire.
Upon its highest peak lay the nest of an ancient dragon.
Having lived through countless ages, the dragon had grown weary of all worldly affairs, remained uninvolved in everything, and dwelt alone as the guardian of the mountain range.
“Truly, how steadfast.”
Even when the Empire waged its conquest wars.
Even when the World Tree led the Elves and transformed all things into fertilizer.
Even when foreign gods descended upon humanity.
Even when the fully awakened Iris Ruzbella fed all of it to the Demons.
——Crimson Empress of Ruin, I desire only eternal sleep.
The ancient dragon did nothing.
It was not swept away by the world’s tempests, nor did it reveal ambition amid the chaos—it simply existed with noble dignity.
It wished only to sink into slumber and find eternal rest.
Yet that very pride captured Iris’s interest.
“I do not ask for your opinion.”
The Empress claimed the female dragon.
The dragon, weary of time and yearning for eternal sleep, became a Demon.
Now it enjoys an infinite existence within Iris’s Cheonsal-seong.
And….
“By the authority of the Holy Emperor, Yulia Lanestia, I decree: you are now a Holy Knight of the Lanestia Holy Kingdom.”
To the west of the Lanestia Holy Kingdom lay a land that burned eternally.
Upon that scorching earth, where life could scarcely survive, humans of stubborn vitality had built their kingdom.
Called the Barbarians—humans hotter than the earth’s own flames.
A savage race with deep bronze skin.
“I am the King of the Barbarians!!! I worship Baltara, the God of War—.”
“You are now a Holy Knight serving the god of the Lanestia Holy Kingdom.”
The strongest warrior of each generation became king, and such kings took all the tribe’s beauties as wives.
Conversely, when a woman became king, she took all the tribe’s handsome men as husbands, creating a reverse harem.
Thus they were called the Harem King.
The logic was that the strongest’s bloodline should spread as widely as possible.
Yulia disapproved of this.
“What need is there for opinion when a Holy Emperor and god commands?”
Yulia castrated the Barbarian king and infused him with faith, making him the commander of the Holy Knights.
She planted faith in the entire heretical tribe and transformed them into absolute devotees of the Lanestia god—herself.
It was fitting for one who had slain the silent god and become a god and Holy Emperor herself.
Next was….
“I shall wield that iron.”
Foreign Gods.
Beings that came from beyond.
The more one perceives and approaches them, the closer they draw to the world.
Muratan led the world of the Outer Deities with nothing but curiosity.
“O Great Blacksmith of World Transformation—please, take pity on the people of the lower realms and keep those things at bay.”
“I refuse!”
Muratan captured and slew every offspring of the Outer Deities.
He dismantled and desecrated them to forge weapons, cooked with their corpses, and fermented them into spirits.
The Outer Deities raged and invaded the world, only to become Muratan’s materials in turn.
Dozens of kingdoms perished in that process.
“How could the yearning of a blacksmith ever be extinguished?”
Muratan obtained a sword forged from Outer Deities.
A blacksmith who built the Fortress of Invulnerability to protect his children.
Yet a madman who would not blink an eye at the extinction of kingdoms for his own dreams and passions.
The fate of the world hinged solely upon his whims.
And finally—.
—one whom even emperors revered.
—the Sword Emperor, Reinhardt Euclid.
Reinhardt Euclid.
A sword who witnessed the world’s end in its purest form, yet only once.
In his world, only the Empire remained as a living civilization.
This was because Reinhardt’s training grounds lay near the Empire, and Reinhardt, who was called the Sword Emperor—.
“Guardian Deity of the Empire, the Ascended Azure God!!!”
With the passage of time, he became a god.
A guardian deity worshipped by the Empire’s emperor, its ministers, and all its people.
The last surviving nation of humanity, the Ruzbella Empire, revered Reinhardt who dwelt in the deep underground.
However, Reinhardt was obsessed solely with training.
He never involved himself in worldly affairs and continued only his cultivation.
And yet….
————!!!
The Outer Deities were a hindrance to his quiet training.
They shook the Empire, and thunderous roars assailed even the Wall-Facing Training Chamber deep underground.
He captured and killed the Outer Deities that disturbed his training.
When one kills what lies outside, other outside things inevitably take notice.
“Do not interfere with the time of the sword and this old man.”
Yet Reinhardt killed them all.
Thus he witnessed the world’s end.
And still, Reinhardt’s world continued on.
For his dream yet remained.
An endless cultivation that persisted even after witnessing the world’s end.
At its conclusion, Reinhardt achieved true unity of sword and self, meeting a happy ending.
The principle behind all these swords’ actions converges into a single truth.
“My desire.”
That is what I have taught.
Therefore, I too shall be the same.
* * *
“Reinhardt Euclid.”
The First Sword I summoned is Reinhardt Euclid.
True Sword—living up to that name, he is a being who reached the Absolute through unwavering devotion to fundamentals, embodying righteousness and straightness in every strike.
Therefore, he is a sword that cuts down all enemies with perfect impartiality.
And…
⦗It has been quite some time, Master. I never imagined you would seek out this old body.⦘
That Reinhardt had become a gruff old man.
The fact that I had neglected him weighed on my conscience, and I felt genuinely apologetic.
‘I feel a bit sorry.’
Yet his voice was brimming with joy.
I laughed awkwardly.
Instead, I answered by raising the sword with all my might.
————.
The world freezes.
My perception lingers in an instant.
Fragmented time stretches into something akin to eternity.
The scene below becomes crystalline in clarity.
Meeeeeeee———!!!
A white cow bleating like a sheep tramples countless people beneath its hooves.
Even as they are trampled, the people rush forward seeking its milk.
Those fortunate enough to drink the milk and survive gain a strange power.
Thus they transform into monsters.
Chaos where monsters and humans intermingle.
Now this place is my battlefield.
Meeeeeeee——!!!
In my hand rests Reinhardt Euclid, bearing a manifestation time of thirty-three seconds.
The first sword I ever summoned immediately after my awakening.
Memories resurface vividly—standing atop the Yeouido Awakening Management Bureau, rejoicing at having slain merely one Demon Worshipper.
Compared to then, I have transformed beyond measure.
Now is the time to truly feel that change.
Open—the Third Eye.
Extinguish———.
The transcendent from India riding that distant white cow also responded to my power, unleashing his own strength.
I am uncertain what abilities Shiva possesses…
But with that single eye upon his brow, he seems capable of accomplishing quite a great deal.
Whoosh—.
The Eye on my forehead burned crimson.
Black flames began to ripple across the space surrounding me.
I simply observed those flames.
Then my Eye understood them of its own accord.
Flames that incinerate all things, the wrath of Shiva that reduces even gods to ash—.
A synchronization rate of 43%.
Above a perception already bordering on transcendence, my ‘absolute’ sword manifested.
Everything had changed from how it normally was.
My Eye now defined all things in the world with perfect clarity.
Whoosh—.
The black flames drew closer toward me.
The power of Shiva that reduces even gods to ash.
And yet——.
‘Merely flames.’
They posed no threat to me whatsoever.
I lightly drew forth a fragment of the power contained within my sword.
Brilliant azure flames enveloped my body.
This was the most intense.
The essence of Ultimate Yang.
“——How can this be!”
Above the white bull below.
Three eyes widened in shock, starkly visible.
Did they claim Shiva’s flames incinerate all things?
What a laughable assertion.
The countless transcendents on Earth possess abilities bearing the name ‘that which destroys all things.’
So I ask.
Have you truly destroyed all things?
How far has the Avatar of Shiva, who claims to have burned everything, even the gods themselves, actually burned with those flames?
He cannot answer.
At most, his flames have only consumed Gate disasters and monsters.
But my swords are different.
Reinhardt’s Blade of Azure Flame is fire that incinerates all things.
It burned the Demon Worshippers.
It burned the Demon they revered.
It burned the corrupted World Tree that devoured nature.
And ultimately, it burned the foreign gods that threatened to destroy the world.
Yet that name is merely——.
Blade of Azure Flame
Brilliant azure flames.
Simply the essence Reinhardt honed through relentless discipline.
A mere Transcendent of a single nation.
To compare the power of my blade before those who merely play at kingship is beneath words.
‘The white cow, the black lamb.’
I will seize what I desire.
And they will attempt to stop me.
As expected, India’s Transcendent opened his mouth to speak, gazing at me.
It seemed he was calling me a colleague.
Yet nothing he could say would capture my interest.
My eyes held only the white cow.
Meeeeeeeee———!!!
The white cow with fallen eyes.
Within the white cow dwelt the black lamb crying for its mother, and the mother, taking pity on her child, offered her milk.
The white cow, wishing to pay homage to its mother, ceaselessly spilled milk along the Nile River.
The twisted desire of a foreign god seeking to multiply its offspring.
The blue waters of the river darkened to black.
Countless people surged toward the cow or along the river’s course.
All gazed with gleaming eyes, their desires aflame, coveting the milk and vowing to become Awakened Ones.
Yet every one of them remained bent at the waist, unable to raise their bodies even as they coveted the milk.
Untouchables.
In India, the caste system is eternal.
I beheld the master of India.
The Avatar of Shiva, sitting atop the white cow with a face twisted in shock.
A mere observer bearing six arms and a third eye embedded in his forehead, taking only the name of a ‘god’.
‘I dislike this.’
So I swung my blade.
Brilliant azure light and my will merge within the sword.
All of it harmonizes, illuminating the night sky.
The technique I once wielded when I first drew my blade is perfectly recreated at my fingertips.
Sword Intent, Meteor Shower.
I imbue meaning within the blade.
It manifests as concrete phenomena.
The meteor shower that had drenched Yeouido’s night sky now poured down upon India.
Whoooooosh———.
Today, I erased the world called India.
* * *
It was a blade.
A colossal greatsword cloaked in brilliant azure light.
And it was Shin Si-woo’s doing.
‘I, Jesus Christ, have witnessed it.’
In that singular moment when Shin Si-woo drew his blade.
Jesus observed Shin Si-woo through the full extent of his divine authority.
And in that moment, he understood.
The true power contained within that azure greatsword.
Rank.
Shin Si-woo had transformed.
Deeper and more profound than when I wielded the sacred blade of old, deeper than when I swung the crimson greatsword—his presence now resonated with an intensity that transcended both.
My brother achieves endless growth, just as I once did in ages past.
Jesus Christ smiled with an intensity beyond measure—.
“Si-woo (時宇).”
He intoned the divine name of Shin Si-woo.
It was a hymn and worship that one god offered to another.
An endless torrent of brilliant azure light cascades across all of India.
That light is mercilessly indiscriminate.
“Brother….”
Jesus witnessed the meteor shower that ruthlessly annihilates everything in its path.
The transcendent of India, mounted upon a white ox, vanishes without a trace.
The remaining hunters who followed him met the same fate.
Not even corpses remain—all return to nothingness.
A nation’s greatest military force perished entirely in this place.
Death.
It was not a privilege exclusive to the transcendent.
In the eyes of an absolute being, what distinction exists between transcendent and untouchable pariah?
To Shin Si-woo, all things were equal.
No separation between awakened and unawakened.
Nor even between human and nature.
His power erased everything with perfect impartiality.
Without even a scream, the Nile River burns away in azure flames….
Crackle, crackle—.
Within those flames, Jesus witnessed something extraordinary.
An exception existed within that calamitous power that granted death equally to all.
‘Those who have not tasted milk shall survive.’
Even Jesus Christ grasped this truth only a moment too late.
All the countless people perishing had consumed the milk of sheep.
They were children of Shub-Niggurath.
Which meant—.
‘He had slain all the children of the outer god.’
Such was the deed Shin Si-woo had accomplished.
And therefore—.
Meeeeeeeeee———!!!
The wrath of the outer god shall descend.
As I transcended time, the world outside began moving at that same accelerated pace.
A deep, resonant boom————.
A colossal white ox.
The white ox whose master had been obliterated and killed.
The ox too had been battered by countless meteor showers until it hung in tatters, yet paradoxically, it grew increasingly vigorous.
Between the torn hide, black tentacles emerged.
And then, the white ox—.
Meeeeeeeee————!!!
Became a black lamb.
The black lamb of abundance—the goddess mother’s offspring, all born from her milk, had perished entirely.
The black lamb was consumed with rage.
Thus did the spawn of the outer god descend upon this land in its true form.
It shed the ox’s hide.
Black tentacles unfurled.
The tentacles twisted and tangled, transforming into wool like that of a lamb.
A Dark Young had arrived in the mortal realm.
The thing from outside had appeared on Earth.
Those who beheld the lamb felt their minds shatter, staggering and collapsing.
Screams pierced the air as terror consumed all.
The dread emanating from the outside, from that which came from beyond, was so thick and suffocating.
“….”
Jesus fell silent.
He who had annihilated countless undead saints—things like the Necropolis itself.
Yet the terror that an outer god inspired was something he witnessed for the first time.
He had known of it, but it had never existed in reality before.
It was a calamity that transcended human perception.
And….
“You’ve experienced it now.”
Jesus gazed at Shin Si-woo.
Shin Si-woo, his lips curved in a dark smile as he stared at the black lamb—.
Greed.
He coveted the monster from beyond.
Somehow, that expression seemed far more terrifying than the black lamb itself.

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