The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 65

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Chapter 65. A Reversal (5)
“What?”
The transcendents of Japan, who were handling the aftermath within North Korea according to the Korea-US-Japan Alliance.
Even there, the half-elf Yuki, who traversed the world through the Spirit Realm, was the eyewitness who first discovered and exposed China’s atrocities.
Horrific laboratories and Chinese bureaucrats transporting experimental subjects.
That was how China’s transcendents were born—from within those pitch-black eggs of darkness.
But why?
‘Why does it seem so ordinary?’
Right after Shin Si-woo annihilated the [Fragment of Negation], the surroundings grew eerily quiet.
In that silence, the Japanese transcendents observed China beyond North Korea.
The Japanese transcendents had two objectives.
1. Desperately cooperate with South Korea to prove Japan harbors no imperial ambitions.
2. Confirm China’s true nature and obtain permission from Shin Si-woo and the Patriot to strengthen the Self-Defense Forces’ armaments.
The first objective was nearly complete.
The two transcendents had truly risked their lives defending South Korea’s Front Lines.
Now only the second objective remained—confirming China’s true nature—but….
“Yuki, everything you saw through the Spirit Realm was the truth, wasn’t it?”
“Y-yes, it was. But why?”
China.
It appeared as a perfectly normal, well-managed nation.
No erosion from Gates, the polluted world purified by mystical forces, beautiful nature restored—such a landscape.
Far better maintained than Japan itself.
Almost like South Korea’s Seoul Metropolitan Area.
“Yuki, are those people truly pure humans?”
“T-the Spirit King said they’re just ordinary people.”
The Chinese military arrayed across the beautiful landscape.
Undeniably threatening, yet their appearance differed markedly from the enemies encountered in North Korea.
‘A matter to be resolved through diplomacy.’
Hardly an enemy worth fighting outright, wouldn’t you say?
I thought Shin Si-woo and the Patriot would withdraw and discuss countermeasures—but then―.
“N-no way!!!”
Suddenly, a reckless action unfolded.
The Patriot charged into the midst of the Chinese military.
And detonated an Aircraft Carrier.
BOOM———!!!
What was the result?
Yuki and Yaksha were left speechless.
After a long moment, Yuki whispered tremulously.
“A-annihilated….”
Hundreds of thousands of troops and everything else—all vanished.
A massacre—there was no other word for it.
Ironically, even witnessing such carnage, Yaksha and Yuki felt a strange sense of relief.
‘We are all friends.’
The Korea-US-Japan Alliance was united.
Japan had been remarkably fortunate.
That Patriot was a madman who could slaughter hundreds of thousands in a single moment of carelessness.
As their thoughts reached this point—
something even stranger unfolded.
“….”
China’s Transcendents regenerated.
Since they were Transcendents from the Laboratory, it was conceivable up to that point.
The problem came next.
“W-wait, the military is regenerating?”
Not just a few.
Hundreds of thousands—an entire military force regenerated wholesale.
Tanks, uniforms, rifles—everything.
“Yuki, are those supposed to be human?”
“The Spirit King says they’re truly human.”
The army that vanished and regenerated was apparently composed entirely of pure humans.
That terrified them even more.
If they had been corrupted monsters instead—
if they had been calamities from the Gates—
if they had been Demons instead—
they could have faced them without guilt.
But these were unmistakably people with intact bodies.
Though the trials had fractured Yuki and Yaksha’s minds somewhat, neither had descended into madness deep enough to slaughter hundreds of thousands of humans.
Before the two could even process the situation, more bizarre events continued to unfold.
“The Patriot has revived….”
“S-Shin Si-woo!!!”
Japan’s Transcendents were forced to acknowledge that even among ‘Transcendents,’ there existed vast differences in tier.
The Patriot, who had vanished alongside hundreds of thousands of Chinese soldiers, was resurrected atop the Aircraft Carrier.
And Shin Si-woo appeared to be engaging in direct negotiations with China’s Transcendent—
“Gasp!”
Yuki’s breath caught.
Shin Si-woo suddenly summoned a Demon.
Then he fed the Chinese Transcendent to it.
Crunch———!!!
And then—
through the Spirit Realm, an image became visible.
Within it, the Chinese Transcendent regenerated.
【Sword and the human who loves it, how strange. Ling Ling is immortal. So why has Ling Ling’s bond been severed?】
A transcendent consumed by a demon had been resurrected.
* * *
Iris Ruzbella’s demon.
―Not quite to that extent, but I summoned the demons bound to my Aga Sword and devoured the Chinese transcendent.
Two powers possessed by demons.
1. They ‘proliferate’ using what they consume.
2. They absorb the strength of their prey and deliver it to their ‘master’.
Certainly, my demon had consumed the Chinese transcendent named Ling Ling.
Kuuung――.
Immediately after consumption, a new power dwelling in the Aga Sword blazed forth.
[Severance], originating from Muratan.
Since I couldn’t yet absorb an entire transcendent at my current level, I had to select which ability to [Sever] from her.
I chose the power of regeneration.
Whoosh!
[The demon has absorbed a fragment of regeneration.]
[Sword Master, Shin Si-woo, is imbued with regenerative ability.]
‘Can I steal awakened abilities?’
I hadn’t expected this to be possible.
Truly, it was shocking.
Perhaps China has already been conducting similar experiments, proliferating or duplicating awakened abilities.
When my thoughts reached this point.
―――Consume it all!!!
The demon absorbed everything else that comprised Ling Ling.
Those remnants were sent to the [World of Ten Demons] within the Aga Sword.
The surplus energy would be used in the demon world to maintain the population of demon entities.
As I accumulated strength this way, perhaps one day the Aga Sword would possess a [World of a Million Demons] just as Iris Ruzbella does.
But why was it?
“Sword and the human who loves it, how strange. Ling Ling is immortal. So why has Ling Ling’s bond been severed?”
Before my eyes.
The entity known as Ling Ling regenerated from empty air.
Only then did I truly look upon her face.
‘What exactly is China?’
A refined face with short hair.
This woman called Ling Ling possessed distinctly Korean features for a Chinese person.
She tilted her head at me with a somewhat vacant expression.
I was the one who wanted to ask questions, yet she kept posing them instead.
“How did you form a bond with the party? I pursue peace.”
There was no way an answer would come from such a question.
Only one thought dominated my mind.
Is that really human?
I’m not the only one thinking it.
Looking at the Patriot’s expression through the aircraft carrier’s window, it’s as if he’d witnessed a plague itself.
President Lee Seok-hyun and Director Kang Mu-jin, pressed against his side, wear the same expression.
They all look terrified.
Every face has gone pale.
First shocked by the Patriot’s sudden self-destruction, then devastated by the sight of China’s impossible regenerating army.
To be honest, I tensed up a bit when the Patriot detonated himself too.
Hundreds of thousands vanished in an instant.
That’s entirely different from killing a few Demon Worshippers.
I’m not some psychopath who goes around committing mass slaughter.
Yet as time passed, I found myself hoping the Patriot would send a second aircraft carrier.
“Ling Ling attempts to contact the Party. It fails. The Swords and the human who loves them—explanation is demanded.”
I keep getting the feeling she’s stalling for time right in front of me.
The Chinese army arrayed in the distance had nearly completed their regeneration.
Wait—tanks are coming back to life too? What is this?
I couldn’t make sense of it.
What if I fed them all to the Demon?
Three hundred thousand Chinese soldiers to the Demon?
The world would probably call my epithet something like “Demon King” or “Butcher.”
Besides, Jesus is observing me right now, as far as I know.
Anyway, as I stood watching silently, Ling Ling raised both hands in surrender.
“Ling Ling surrenders. International law regarding prisoners of war will be observed. Safety is guaranteed.”
I regarded her calmly but gravely.
Wasn’t this the same person who, just moments ago, was telling me to kill her if I dared?
She’d suddenly changed her attitude.
First she’d threatened me, saying she’d let it slide as long as I didn’t cross China’s border—now her eyes are trembling.
I know why.
Her regeneration is gone.
My Demon consumed it.
And…
The ability to fly through the sky and her tremendous physical prowess—all of it vanished.
All of it disappeared into the Demon’s belly.
This led me to a hypothesis.
China is likely using the Evil God’s power in a very systematic way.
What Ling Ling calls the “Party’s Bond”—it might be the authority of a transcendent being.
There’s a transcendent prototype born in North Korea’s laboratory, and China has likely used some form of power—most likely a contract with a high-ranking Demon or the Evil God itself—to share the power of awakening between the army and transcendent beings.
I need information.
My Eye confirms it.
The woman called Ling Ling before me is an ordinary human.
So I must ask.
“Patriot, will you accept Chinese prisoners of war?”
The Patriot had somehow ascended to the aircraft carrier’s deck.
He too seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation, nodding with an extraordinarily grave expression.
Then he spoke.
“Remove their limbs, eyes, nose, and mouth—and we’ll accept them conditionally!”
This was no idle threat.
Cheok Jun-kyung, along with Yi Sun-sin and Yulgok Yi I, approached Ling Ling with chilling gazes.
I am not the sort of monster to do such things to ordinary people.
Yet I watched.
‘Ling Ling knows it herself.’
She was aware that she had become an ordinary person.
That’s why she surrendered and begged for her life.
I needed to uncover that truth—the hidden reality we didn’t know.
‘Consumed by demons and regenerated?’
There was something.
Something truly terrifying.
Shing—.
Cheok Jun-kyung drew his light sword.
At that moment, Ling Ling’s legs gave way.
Her eyes trembling, she gazed toward that distant Chinese land, then spoke with sudden resolve.
“If Ling Ling fails to carry out the party’s orders, she will disappear. Please, transcendents of Joseon, show mercy!”
With these words, the reason to keep Ling Ling alive was proven.
Along with her pathetic confession, an anomaly erupted in China.
Whoosh——.
Far away, at the heart of China.
A distance on an entirely different scale from where we stood at the border.
Something appeared on the horizon at a distance too remote to see clearly with the naked eye.
Boom!
It was an enormous human head.
With each step the being took, the earth trembled.
Boom!
The colossal entity drew slightly closer, still at an unfathomable distance, yet its form became clearer.
A giant with crimson skin and a beard as black as pitch.
The giant held a crescent blade larger than itself, staring down at the North Korean soil where we stood.
And that giant—.
‘Its eyes….’
Possessed inverted pupils like those of the fallen Demon Worshippers.
White sclera turned black, black pupils turned white.
Such an unsettling gaze.
For some reason, I felt as though I had made eye contact with such an enormous presence.
‘Dangerous.’
This was instinct.
And I am a person who follows my instincts faithfully.
“Yulia Lanestia.”
I immediately invoked the sword’s name.
At that same moment, my perception transformed into that of a transcendent being.
The world seemed to slow as if frozen in time.
And simultaneously—.
[Synchronization 100%]
Temporarily, I possessed the true transcendent’s [Eye].
Was this not the first moment I transcended while possessing the Eye?
An overwhelming torrent of information that the flesh could not contain flooded into my vision.
‘The Green Dragon Crescent Blade.’
In truth, I recognized the identity of that crimson giant at a glance.
It was a being so famous in China that anyone could identify it.
‘Guan Yu.’
A red-skinned giant wielding the crescent blade.
If you don’t know the Three Kingdoms, you’re not a man.
Moreover, since Guan Yu is even revered as a god in China, there was no way I couldn’t recognize him at first sight.
‘In a world where Jesus and Yi Sun-sin exist, someone like Guan Yu is….’
The existence itself was not surprising.
What startled me was his eyes.
A flash of light.
[Servant of the Descended Evil God]
This was what my [Eye] determined Guan Yu’s true nature to be.
⦗That is…. an evil I have never witnessed before, and a demon of a form I have never encountered.⦘
A legendary figure from mythology who was once revered as a god.
The fact that such a being, manifested through an awakener’s power, had [fallen] and become a servant of the Evil God was truly shocking.
I grasped this in a single instant.
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In that instant, the crimson giant’s eyes widened.
Just as I had seen him, so too had he seen me.
Within my transcendent perception, the world stood still.
The only thing moving within it was China’s Guan Yu.
And….
“Did you summon some cheap knockoff Yi Sun-sin?”
The Patriot’s voice.
Watching him lately, I’ve come to realize the Patriot knows remarkably little.
How could he not know Guan Yu?
‘No one in their right mind would teach that superhuman.’
But I am different.
Once this battlefield ends, I will certainly teach the Patriot history.
To do that, how should I settle this China?
Whoooosh———.
That colossal being swung a crescent blade toward me.
Swift and precise, targeting exactly where I stood.
Yet to my eyes, not only the warning signs but the very trajectory gleams with crystalline clarity.
Darkness.
That oppressive darkness I felt in North Korea surges forth from that massive crescent blade.
Transcending vast distance, black sword energy tears through space and pours down upon North Korea where we stand.
“Huff, huff—Junior, summon the Turtle Ship immediately for defense—.”
The Patriot’s urgent voice reaches me.
He speaks of the “Turtle Ship” as though it were an ultimate technique, but there is no need for such measures.
I shake my head lightly and raise my blade.
This is my burden to bear.
‘A fallen sage.’
There is nothing remarkable about it.
The blade I hold is Yulia Lanestia.
The most exalted Holy Sword.
I have manifested but a fraction of her power.
[Holy Rite—Thunderbolt]
That power with which she once saved the Holy Kingdom from the foreign god.
By the rite of the Holy Empress, Yulia Lanestia, only the chaste may execute this noble ritual—I shall name it the Holy Rite.
I raise the blade vertically.
With a pure and chaste and noble heart, I pray.
Let lightning descend before me to incinerate all evil.
In the darkness, I shall raise golden thunder as a beacon to guide the lost to salvation.
And thus shall I make the world radiant.
Rummmmmble———!!!
My strike blazes with resplendent gold, soaring high into the heavens.

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