The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27. Sword House (4)
“Sacrifices for the Descent…”
The Red Sea was itself a sea of blood.
The Melting Sea was an ocean of despair thick with resentment.
A masterwork built by Gye Man-hwi, leader of the Gaecheon Faith, upon mountains of blood and death.
“Evil God, why do you inflict such trials upon me!!!”
In an instant, it all came to naught.
“How unbearable!!!”
Gye Man-hwi, leader of the heretical cult Gaecheonji.
He had undergone the trial of awakening and awakened as an S-rank Hunter.
It was a trial where he had to kindle faith in atheistic savages and become the sole deity.
Having overcome it, he naturally believed he would become a great god on Earth as well.
But…
[The Sole God Jesus’s authority obstructs the accumulation of faith.]
Even after awakening, Gye Man-hwi was forced to live as a heretical cult leader.
Already, there existed a living Jesus on Earth, and Christianity and Catholicism had declared they would serve him as their god.
Of course, he still possessed potential.
―Awakened ones could grow stronger by clearing Gates and recreating trials within the Tower.
Every awakened one possessed distinct power, yet their methods of growth were similar.
However, that meant bearing risk.
Even if awakened, he had no desire to die in a Gate.
The Tower was no different.
There were many cases of people vanishing within the [Tower].
‘A cult leader must always remain in the safest place.’
Gye Man-hwi acted identically to before his awakening.
He sent forth awakened believers to accumulate [Mystery] and lived a life of wealth.
Yet even that faced crisis because of Patriot.
―What the hell are individuals doing with over a trillion in assets!!! Forfeit it all to the state before reducing it to a hundred billion!
Patriot had proposed the ‘Wealth Restriction Act’.
It was a mad bill preventing individuals from possessing more than a trillion won.
Ninety percent of the cult’s assets, maintained for decades before the Gate crisis, had been confiscated.
Gye Man-hwi felt an insane sense of injustice.
Then the Evil God whispered.
―You who have accumulated so many deaths. Will you not become my child?
That day, Gye Man-hwi witnessed a true god.
The great one had opened for him the possibility of becoming a god.
‘An omnipotent being capable of rupturing Gates and corrupting believers.’
The Evil God had granted him the possibility of transcendence.
He believed he too would become a god ruling a nation, just like that Patriot.
―You have offered ten thousand. I shall grant you the qualifications of an Apostle.
The moment he became an Apostle.
Patriot’s recklessness intensified, and Gye Man-hwi fled to Japan.
He abandoned Korea’s Red Sea like a neglected dungeon and tore open Gates in Japan, accumulating sacrifices to offer to the Evil God.
He vowed to summon the Evil God and become a demigod himself.
Just before he could fulfill his desire for the Evil God’s Descent―.
‘What in the world is Shin Si-woo?’
A Transcendent who appeared overnight had rendered all his efforts meaningless.
Lost in such thoughts.
Whoooosh―.
Someone had entered the core of the Melting Sea where Gye Man-hwi was hiding.
This Gate was already one with Gye Man-hwi’s body.
Naturally, he sensed the foreign presence.
The moment he became aware of it was instantaneous.
And in that instant―.
BOOM―――――.
The world collapsed inward.
Within the frozen world, a man wielding an enormous azure blade approached him.
He moved like light itself.
Following his footsteps, the crimson of the Melting Sea was dyed in the azure radiance of the heavens.
All of this transpired in a single, fleeting moment.
Blink.
I blinked.
Before I knew it, the blade was pressed against my thick neck.
And simultaneously―.
“If you’re a bishop, you must have an Evil God you serve. Who is your master?”
The man who thrust the blade forward.
Shin Si-woo asked.
‘…He knows everything?’
Gye Man-hwi thought.
It was Shin Si-woo who revealed the existence of Demon Worshippers.
It was Shin Si-woo who killed the Fallen.
And he is the Transcendent considered most promising at this moment.
‘Is this not the true crisis the Evil God spoke of?’
―My child, when the moment of crisis arrives, offer yourself to me. Then, even if sacrifices are insufficient, I shall Descend into your flesh.
Gye Man-hwi, who would never abandon himself, naturally recalled the Evil God’s revelation.
And so, he uttered its name.
* * *
‘Is this the fate of one who has abandoned humanity?’
Whether Demon Worshipper or bishop, both are creatures who have forsaken their humanity.
They may seem similar to Iris Ruzbella, who grows by consuming Demonic essence, but their fundamental nature is different.
They gain strength by accumulating impurity.
The power they claim for themselves is merely a handful.
The rest flows entirely to Evil Gods or Outer Gods.
‘It’s almost amusing—a charlatan cult leader who exploited others now being exploited by an Evil God without even realizing it.’
I gazed upon Gye Man-hwi, the leader of the Gaecheon Faith.
A massive frame that easily weighed over two hundred kilograms.
His neck hung in multiple folds of flesh, and his pudgy fingers were laden with rings forged from [Mystery].
The resplendent robes he wore emanated an uncanny power—clearly some manner of [Item].
Judging by appearance alone, he bore the aura of a transcendent whose taste had utterly decayed.
Yet the actual power I sensed from him was pathetic.
‘Weak.’
Despite all the countless sacrifices he had offered.
Despite unleashing calamity that had plunged Korea and Japan into ruin.
Gye Man-hwi himself was weak.
‘It was always similar in [Sword Cultivation] as well.’
Demon Worshippers cannot accept their given circumstances and seek external causes, pursuing the path of least resistance.
They live by leaning on others, offering sacrifices, and being grateful for scraps of grace.
The bishops are no different.
Of course, they do differ in that they construct their organizations more systematically and exploit others more actively—
‘The point is they are twisted creatures who desire easy, comfortable access to great power.’
If I were to kill Gye Man-hwi here, I would obtain [Aga Sword] and this crisis would end, but I have no such intention.
To achieve maximum efficiency is the duty of a [Sword Master].
Just as I have taught the swords to maximize their potential, so too shall I do the same.
‘The bishop, countless sacrifices, the conditions for an Evil God’s descent—they must already be fulfilled.’
And so I waited.
For Gye Man-hwi, leader of the Gaecheon Faith, to speak that name.
A low, resonant hum filled the air.
Not long after the blade had been leveled at me.
The cult leader opened his mouth.
And then he spoke it aloud.
That name.
———Necribas.
The name of an Evil God that should not exist in this world reached my ears.
A name I know well.
At this point, it became certain.
‘Evil Gods and Outer Gods are deeply connected to my trials.’
[Necribas] means a vessel that contains blood and death.
A symbol of impurity closest to humanity—one of the Evil Gods that appears in [Sword Cultivation].
“Ahhh… Evil God!!! Grant me your blessing!!!”
The whites and pupils of Gye Man-hwi’s eyes inverted.
falling into corruption.
The Apostle’s corruption summons an Evil God to descend.
By making oneself a vessel.
A deep, resonant boom————.
The world sank.
Gye Man-hwi’s thick mass of flesh flowed down like blood.
That massive frame had transformed into the form of a crimson demon wreathed in a mist of blood.
From within that haze emerged a red entity that resembled a human yet was decidedly not one.
“My child, that flesh is now mine.”
A heavy, deep voice.
A voice perceived with perfect clarity despite not being Korean.
A being containing [divinity] materialized before my eyes.
An Evil God descended into the human world.
A demon with crimson skin and sculpted musculature stretched both arms wide, gazing toward the heavens.
“Ah, the human world―.”
It appeared immensely pleased.
The Evil God Necribas surveyed his surroundings with an eerie smile.
Then our eyes met.
A sharp tremor―.
Upon seeing me, his body shuddered.
“―You, what are you?”
A soft dispersal.
The Evil God scattered like mist.
Then he reappeared at a distance of several hundred meters away.
The manifestation time of 1st Sword Reinhardt Euclid is 4 seconds.
In a fraction of a second carved from that single second, the Evil God had become incomprehensibly distant from me.
“Evil God, where is your true form?”
I am a transcendent being.
Possessed of extreme perception and cognition, with insight that pierces through the fundamental nature of all things in this world.
Feeling an awe-inspiring omnipotence, I walked toward the Evil God.
“What are you!!!”
The mist scattered and receded repeatedly.
Yet my transcendent footsteps were not light enough to be evaded by such sorcery.
And for good reason—what I held in my hand was the Sword of Salvation, born from epochs of supreme effort and discipline, having glimpsed the end of the world.
And the Evil God before my eyes shared a deep connection with 1st Sword Reinhardt Euclid.
【Master Sword-holder! My enemy has appeared in this world…】
It was the followers of the Evil God Necribas who annihilated Reinhardt Euclid’s entire clan.
――Blood, death, despair, cry out!!!
No matter how much distance the Evil God created, he could not escape from me.
The Evil God unleashed his divine authority against me.
True to its descent from the Red Sea and the Melting Sea, a sea of blood churned with vicious intensity, filling the interior of the Gate.
I steadied my sword with calm precision.
Keeeeeeng———!!!
The azure blade gleamed brilliantly.
The restrained aura of a knight flowed along the sword’s edge in pure, unbroken currents.
The pristine Yang energy of the extreme—never once clouded—transformed into a blue aura that dyed the crimson world in its light.
This was Reinhardt Euclid’s second transcendent technique.
A wide-area skill obtained by sacrificing minor functions.
[Dawning Azure Sun]
Like a devoted knight, the source of power was elegantly simple.
A technique that detonates the extreme Yang energy contained within the blade, laying waste to the surrounding area.
‘Ten years.’
The time it took to perfect this technique.
‘Ten million times.’
The number of sword strikes I unleashed for this technique.
That sublime effort manifested at my fingertips.
“Perish!!!”
As the Evil God commanded, the crimson world engulfed me.
Within that red expanse, I summoned the Dawning Azure Sun.
The effort of Reinhardt Euclid, who reached transcendence through mere fragments of talent.
And this, like [Supreme Celestial Cradle], is a formidable technique that persists even after the blade vanishes.
【Notification: Power exceeding the Gate’s limits has been confirmed.】
【Protective measures can no longer be maintained.】
【Warning: The Gate’s world is encroaching upon reality.】
The world itself resonated with Reinhardt Euclid’s sublime effort.
The ‘voice of the world’—heard only in catastrophic events.
With that pristine voice of the world, the Melting Sea vanished.
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Immediately after the Melting Sea disappeared, the Japanese Prime Minister headed toward Mount Fuji with his entourage, where the Melting Sea had been.
For some reason, the Spirit Realm that Yuki had opened was forcibly sealed, so the Prime Minister had to rely on another transcendent—the master of the Imoogi—for assistance.
And then….
Keeeee———!!!
The Japanese Prime Minister was traveling atop a Yaksha, but for some reason, immediately upon arriving at Mount Fuji, the creature shrieked and fled in terror.
And….
“Y-Yuki!!!”
He found Yuki collapsed atop an enormous, crimson demon.
“At least she is still alive.”
The transcendent Yaksha offered words of consolation—though they were hardly comforting—to the Prime Minister.
Yuki needed to be extracted and awakened immediately, but that demon was the problem.
It was Shin Si-woo’s summoned creature.
“Sh-Shin Si-woo… where on earth did he―.”
“Prime Minister, a Gate, there’s a Gate!!!”
Yaksha pointed toward the summit of Mount Fuji.
From above, Korea’s Interpreter descended astride a demon beast.
She cried out urgently.
“Don’t come any closer!!!”
Before her words could even finish―.
【Notification: Power exceeding the Gate’s limits has been detected.】
【Further protective measures are impossible.】
【Warning: The Gate’s world is invading reality.】
A strange voice echoed.
“Th-the voice of the world!”
The Transcendent Yaksha stared at Mount Fuji’s summit with a look of shock.
He had only heard rumors of it, but this was the first time such a voice had been heard within Japan.
And according to that voice, the source of the Melting Sea would now manifest in this world.
“We must prepare at once―.”
A world filled with lava would engulf the Japanese archipelago.
So we had to prepare.
That’s what I wanted to say.
But….
KUUUUUUUUUNG———!!!
What erupted from Mount Fuji’s summit was not red.
An immense azure radiance surged upward.
It was the form of a colossal sword.
And a pure power that brought clarity and serenity merely by witnessing it.
“G-good heavens―.”
Mount Fuji was dissolving before that power.
The azure light spread outward, transforming everything that composed the mountain into particles.
Watching this spectacle, Yaksha reflected.
‘Can I, a mere Transcendent, truly prepare against such magnificent power?’
This transcended the very level of transcendence itself.
And within that azure radiance―.
――KYAAAAAAHHH!!!
A crimson monstrosity shrieked in agony.
Blood gushed ceaselessly from its flesh.
The quantity was so vast it seemed to engulf the entire world.
It churned like molten lava.
And it was as red as the Red Sea.
‘Is… is that the source of the Melting Sea?’
Fwissshhh―.
Even that blood dissolved into nothingness beneath the radiant light of the azure sky.
———Gahhhhh…!!!
The crimson monstrosity shrieked in agony.
It repeated this torment endlessly.
Everyone stood transfixed, their minds emptied by the spectacle before them.
‘Good heavens….’
This transcended even the realm of the transcendent—it was something beyond.
Was this what witnessing Jesus’s miracles would feel like?
Within that transcendent miracle, only a single person could move freely.
That person was Shin Si-woo.
He approached the crimson mass and spoke.
“Where have you hidden your true form—the Vessel of Blood?”
His words carried profound meaning.

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