The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 107

—————

This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com

—————

Chapter 107. Blasphemy (6)
[Buckingham Palace]
Within the Queen’s palace lay a garden meticulously cultivated by the royal family.
They called it the Black Garden.
Ordinarily, that place where royalty should find respite presented an extraordinary sight today.
The space that had maintained its obsidian hue throughout now bloomed with radiant, prismatic light.
Thump—! Thump—! Thump—! Thump!
A thousand pulsating eggs.
From freshly harvested specimens to aged, fermented ones.
Carefully curated for diversity of nationality and ethnicity, each maintained the highest concentrations of anguish and suffering.
They were offerings prepared with reverent care, as though presented to the Queen herself.
Ten thousand lives, screaming in such horrific agony, lay imprisoned within those eggs.
Together, they comprised ten million.
The eggs had been gathered in the Black Garden of Buckingham Palace.
The Queen’s garden now resembled an ordinary dark forest.
The kind of place where Dark Lambs ought to frolic.
‘An opportunity bestowed by the Queen.’
Buckingham Palace of the Great Britain Empire now appeared as though devoted to worshipping something else entirely.
Janet Smith, who had orchestrated all of this, gazed into the forest with trembling eyes.
Countless fanatics, speaking the language of gods through human flesh, were visible everywhere.
Baaaaaaa———.
They, trapped within human bodies, bleated like sheep.
Calling out for their mother.
With powerful cries, they roared that they would offer the pulsating eggs to their mother.
The sheep’s desperate pleas to send offerings to a mother who could not hear them.
Baaaaaaa———.
Within the endless stretch of time, those sheep eternally called for their mother, withering away in the process.
All the nobility and royalty of the Great Britain Empire held their breath, witnessing this spectacle.
For it appeared far more likely to break free from the Ring than any previous attempt.
And then, the long-awaited news arrived.
The white cow had died.
The Great Britain Empire, trapped within the Ring, had sown countless contingencies.
Thus they had waited for their opportunity.
The fallen white cow was one such contingency.
It was the most fitting symbol to receive the milk of that outside existence, and it existed in a nation so insignificant that no one would notice even if such an outside thing arrived.
Would it come?
Would they be able to utilize it?
The Marquess Janet Smith had orchestrated all of this.
In truth, it was an exceedingly precarious situation.
What if no one killed the white cow?
Ultimately, the Great Britain Empire would remain trapped within The Ring, and only the Outer God would benefit.
When over a billion Indians nursed from the Outer God’s breast and became its children, that alone would more than satisfy the conditions for its descent into flesh.
Yet Janet Smith had undertaken this entire scheme trusting in a single man.
Jesus.
Jesus Christ, who had come to this age.
He who pursued humanity’s greater cause, who would never tolerate deaths in the hundreds of millions.
She, trapped within The Ring, did not know how the white ox had died.
Even the most exalted royalty found it difficult to know precisely what transpired beyond The Ring’s boundaries.
Yet the ox’s death alone had been conveyed accurately.
Because of this, it was an opportunity.
[The Ring]
A prison of a world where even the landscape beyond cannot be seen.
The Great Britain Empire yearned for freedom.
It was unlikely that the Queen would reclaim freedom from merely this single attempt.
That freedom itself would be but a fleeting moment anyway.
For the Queen possessed such lofty dignity.
Therefore, this endeavor was merely the first step toward true freedom.
Time had passed considerably since the white ox died.
At an appropriate moment, Janet Smith snapped her fingers.
Snap!
The bleating of the lambs grew louder still.
In response, one of the Great Britain Empire’s royalty spoke.
It comes.
The royal’s words carried power.
What was summoned was expressed as coming.
Therefore, that power granted a fragment of landscape beyond The Ring.
A vast and terrible something approached Earth from across the distant cosmos.
It was the Outer God.
‘At last—.’
An entity that a mere fallen transcendent could never even perceive.
That being had come to Earth to avenge its child who died in India.
Yet it refused to bear the massive penalty and would never exercise its true power.
Toward such a contradictory existence—.
“Fall into despair.”
Janet Smith committed a terrible blasphemy.
The Outer God’s most despised blasphemy was the killing of its children and mockery of itself.
Yet Janet Smith knew another way to drive the Outer God to madness.
“Let the priests take their own lives.”
Those believers who had periodically offered vast sacrifices.
Those devout followers who had learned the language of the child and become bound to the Outer God.
They would all perish, their offerings stripped away.
Meeeeeeee———.
Those countless beings who had once offered tribute in the language of gods.
All of them perished, shrieking in terrible agony.
It was unmistakable blasphemy.
Sssssss———.
That was what made the foreign god reveal its true power.
For the first time, a landscape became visible beyond the Great Britain Empire’s Ring.
It was a vista that held the vast cosmos.
Within it, the foreign god’s tentacles writhed.
Such was the landscape.
Splendid.
Queen commended Janet Smith upon witnessing this external vista, which she had not seen in ages.
Then she added:
I have expectations.
For the first time, Queen expressed expectations toward someone.
The meaning of those words was unmistakable.
Janet Smith’s arrangement.
Its finale——.
666. The inverted cross. The reversed pentagram.
It was tempered in hatred and curse.
A symbol that blasphemed Jesus.
* * *
“Why are these guys so narrow-minded?”
The Patriot was bewildered.
Somehow I had been seduced by King Sejong’s words and come all the way to Europe.
Originally, there was the problem that the aircraft carrier had to be stored in Constellations and then retrieved after moving, so I had no intention of going overseas under normal circumstances.
But thanks to the Japanese transcendent becoming tremendously powerful, it became possible to cross the portal with the entire aircraft carrier.
“Those Japanese guys are really suspicious, I’m telling you. Before King Sejong arrived, it was never this bad!”
The Patriot was astounded witnessing Yuki’s power.
What kind of portal was laid out wide enough for twelve aircraft carriers to pass through?
Wide enough to traverse while maintaining a crane formation.
No matter how I looked at it, the intentions seemed impure.
Wasn’t this an attempt to teleport the entire Japanese archipelago at once?
I grew suspicious of the strangest possibilities.
“Patriot, don’t worry too much. It’s thoroughly under our control, isn’t it?”
“That’s true.”
Reassured by King Sejong’s words, I gazed upon the landscape of Spain.
‘Damn, how primitive.’
Compared to the great South Korea, it was utterly pathetic.
Unlike South Korea, where every corner of the land had been meticulously developed for the people’s livelihoods, most of this territory was utterly unusable.
In some regions, contaminated zones and human settlements had become hopelessly intertwined.
“Patriot, radar readings stable. Europe certainly does look like a pleasant place to live.”
Yet Yi Sun-sin’s assessment differed.
“Pleasant? You call this pleasant?”
Unlike Yi Sun-sin, who spent his entire days staring at radar displays and bomber controls, the Patriot only consulted them when necessary.
That’s why he hadn’t noticed.
“Korea has Shin Si-woo, doesn’t it? Ever since the Ruzbella Empire appeared, the radar has been glowing red constantly.”
Yi Sun-sin exhaled deeply before speaking.
Since the Ruzbella Empire’s emergence, he had maintained constant vigilance.
The Patriot’s “fear” perceived them as potential “enemies,” which was why the radar perpetually marked them as hostile threats.
Explaining this would fall on deaf ears, so Yi Sun-sin held his tongue.
“In short, Europe’s calamity scale is weaker compared to Korea.”
“Is that so? Then why does it look like this?”
“Because this land lacks a transcendent being like you, Patriot.”
Those words stirred something within the Patriot’s chest.
The Patriot nodded slowly and spoke to Yi Sun-sin.
“Let’s fire a few rounds over there. I need to test the upgraded bombers.”
Yes, now that’s what I call a good mood!
The Patriot dispatched bombers toward the outskirts of a Spanish city where Gate erosion was progressing.
As long as it wasn’t China, Japan, or the United States, he could afford such compassion.
Wait, wasn’t that what King Sejong said about benevolence?
Whooooooosh————.
Boom boom boom!!!
Mushroom clouds bloomed and billowed upward.
Certainly, King Sejong’s power was formidable indeed.
They said he possessed overwhelming authority that strengthened even the Constellations themselves, and it appeared to be true.
Yi Sun-sin’s unmanned bombers, supported by Hunminjeongeum, achieved far more precise strikes and moved at considerably greater speeds.
But what was this now?
【The Spanish Government declares unconditional surrender to the Patriot of South Korea!!!】
Somehow, after doing a good deed, people came rushing forward en masse, waving white flags.
The Patriot found himself quite perplexed.
“I had forgotten the extent of your renown.”
King Sejong was equally bewildered.
Just as the Patriot hadn’t mentioned Europe.
Europe’s interest in the Patriot had waned, so there was little information about him on WorldNet.
Yet the Patriot’s infamy apparently held a very high place across all of Europe.
“Observe.”
I uttered the command.
Everything unfolding within Europe became vividly clear to my perception.
A spectacle of united nations gathering their collective will to ignite the flames of resistance against a single individual—the Patriot.
Witnessing this sight, King Sejong made his decision.
‘A perfect tableau to introduce a variable.’
The visions revealed in the tarot cards drawn from The Saint of Destiny were
so terrifying and dreadful.
It was the first time I had ever seen both the Constellations and the Patriot wearing such desperate expressions.
And so King Sejong introduced the variable.
Operation codename: The Patriot Playing the Flute.
* * *
Shub-Niggurath observed me from India.
She had merely changed her target to the Great Britain Empire, but the place where she actually existed was directly above my head.
Even if I revealed my true power, this is merely a fragment.
Had the genuine article arrived, the entire Earth would have crumbled.
And yet—.
Screeeeeeeech————!!!
That single tentacle alone carries the true power.
Genuine power infused with the complete authority of an outer god.
Its very existence alone drives all people in the vicinity to madness.
Therefore, a hellscape should rightfully unfold beneath me.
«In the name of Jesus Christ, I protect this land—.»
Jesus Christ’s power, revealed in its fullness, even repelled the outer god’s calamitous authority.
The people below could not even perceive the tentacle that appeared in the sky.
Meanwhile, I, standing at the same height as Jesus, perceived all of this with perfect clarity.
Sssssss——.
How profound was that hatred.
The tentacle moved toward the Great Britain Empire, scarcely acknowledging us.
No matter how I thought about it, it was clearly striking The Ring and venting its rage upon whatever lay within.
I too wished to draw my blade and stand alongside Jesus.
«This is my duty.»
Jesus stops me.
With a voice both holy and sublime.
Just as when I faced the undead saint nailed to the cross.
He spoke thus.
I nodded silently in acknowledgment.
‘Jesus Christ.’
How formidable must be his divinity, commanding billions of believers?
For the first time, I witnessed him reveal his power with complete dedication.
Indeed, how should I express this in human language?
It was an overwhelming force that made me first ponder how to describe it, just as I would my own blades’ power.
In the language of divinity, it would be called [Miracle].
A high-pitched whine———.
Holy divine light overflows along the body of Jesus Christ.
His pink crown of thorns flickers.
The cross we rode upon shoots toward the vast sky like a spear.
All of it functioned as a single phenomenon.
According to Jesus’s scripture.
The light of the crown of thorns signifies [Judgment].
The holy cross signifies [Retribution].
I beheld the universe as the tentacles of the foreign god approached.
An irresistible calamity that shattered the ‘dimensional wall’ surrounding Earth and advanced toward the Great Britain Empire.
Upon that calamity descended the punishment of Jesus Christ.
A brilliant flash—————!!!
The sky turned yellow.
Even the atmosphere tainted by corruption was instantly purified, revealing its true color beneath such dense sacred power.
For the first time in ages, sunlight poured down upon the skies of India.
This is precisely what Jesus calls [Judgment].
The exercise of holy power, retribution against the foreign gods that covet humanity.
A soft sound———.
The tentacles slowly recede before the light of that judgment.
⦗Sword Master, it’s working.⦘
Yet I could not simply feel relief.
Foreign gods, by their very nature.
Possess the disposition to see things through once they appear.
And—.
«After judgment comes retribution—.»
Jesus, too, had no intention of ending it there.
He simply extended his hand toward the heavens.
That gesture was as if grasping and crushing the body of the foreign god itself.
I could not help but realize how omnipotent the living Jesus Christ truly was.
The Jesus before me——.
—————!!!
Forcibly tore through the universe and thrust the foreign god’s tentacles back through.
Just as I thought the dimension would close.
“Kugh——.”
He suddenly coughed blood and staggered.
The tentacles that were being pushed back returned to Earth.
One strand multiplied into two.
Thus one turned toward Jesus while the other turned toward the Great Britain Empire.
Without hesitation, I raised my blade.
“Yulia Lanestia.”
I have manifested upon this land the blade that kills foreigners most efficiently in my world.

—————

This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com

—————