The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 80

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Chapter 80. The Emperor’s Majesty (2)
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Abruptly, unnaturally.
The World’s voice ceased.
As if nothing had happened, silence descended.
The world had changed—something unprecedented.
‘Did the World’s voice just stop mid-sentence?’
Suddenly, my mind blazed with clarity.
Consumed as I was with the thought of facing my swords directly, I had forgotten a crucial fact that now resurfaced.
My swords, you see.
‘They were existences that transcended dimensions and worlds, standing at the apex of supremacy.’
Even if they took the form of a small child, their essence remained unchanged.
“Do not disturb her appreciation.”
At Iris Ruzbella’s words, the World chose absolute silence.
After speaking, she glanced at me repeatedly.
I gazed back at her intently.
‘She’s so small.’
Iris Ruzbella sat upon the lofty crimson throne, swinging her feet.
Her small feet dangled through empty air.
She narrowed her eyes and stretched her legs as if trying to touch the ground, yet they never reached it.
She glanced at me slyly, then casually summoned a Demon and placed her feet upon it.
It was incredibly endearing.
And yet—.
*Gulp.*
It felt entirely different to the others.
Someone swallowed hard amid the tension.
[Muratan’s Failed Creation 122—a sword woven from the entire Imperial Transcendent Knight Order.]
Knights stripped of any sense of ‘self’, obedient only to command.
Beings crafted to follow orders without emotion, mere imitations of humanity.
They felt an instinctive terror.
Only then did I recall another fact about Iris Ruzbella.
‘Her temperament was far from ordinary.’
Iris Ruzbella was headstrong enough to tell the World’s voice to be silent.
Moreover, she was an absolute being who communicated only with ‘swords’.
Our relationship was excellent, but she had built no meaningful connections with anything else.
‘To them, she must have been like an incomprehensible calamity?’
Every being that sought to converse with her became food for Demons, the mighty rulers of continents became food for Demons, and even the demons invading the world became food for Demons.
‘I had originally planned to hold a grand coronation ceremony….’
Still, South Korea needed time to adapt to her.
I decided to keep the coronation matter to myself rather than speak of it hastily.
“Oh!”
Iris Ruzbella, who had been studying me intently, shifted her gaze.
A playful smile curved across her lips—the expression of someone who had just conceived of something amusing.
“Are you knights who serve her?”
The knights arrayed on either side of her stomped their feet with a resounding “Thud!” and raised their swords in salute, just as they had done to me.
Iris Ruzbella let out a satisfied laugh—”Hahah!”—before turning her gaze back to me.
“Master of Swords, this girl shall show you something most entertaining.”
That’s right.
Iris Ruzbella’s temperament was far from ordinary, and her sanity was questionable at best.
I had forgotten this crucial fact.
The crimson little empress issued her command.
“Kill one another.”
Before the words had even finished leaving her lips, the Imperial knights drew their blades.
They were beings that resembled humans.
True [Swords]—creations of Muratan, bound absolutely to obey his commands.
The moment the order descended, the knights flanking Iris Ruzbella unsheathed their weapons and began attacking each other.
I maintained my transcendent perception throughout, so every detail of the spectacle burned vividly in my mind.
‘Formidable.’
The Swords forged from the Empire’s mightiest knights were truly extraordinary.
Each moved as though leaving afterimages, and individually possessed power rivaling Earth’s transcendents.
Three of these knights working in concert could obliterate Cheok Jun-kyung of the Patriot.
“Commander and Instructor. You two prove quite useful indeed.”
Among them, two figures stood out unmistakably: the Imperial Transcendent Knight Commander and the Transcendent Knight Instructor.
These two possessed the martial prowess to overwhelm Cheok Jun-kyung single-handedly.
Witnessing all of this, a question naturally arose in my mind.
‘How much further must this world crumble?’
In a world where divine beings like Jesus had already manifested, I had been granted such power.
And in the future, I would wield strength beyond imagination.
What scale of enemies would we face?
Could humanity survive within such a maelstrom?
Such were my thoughts.
A soft sound—
The duel had ended.
Muratan’s Swords maintained perfect symmetry, perfectly balanced.
Thus the outcome was mutual annihilation.
Both the Knight Commander and the Instructor pierced each other’s throats and fell.
“Master of Swords, these are truly the retainers who serve this girl.”
Iris Ruzbella gazed upon the corpses of the knights and smiled softly.
One hundred and two bodies lay before us.
Now that I thought about it, such things had happened frequently within [Sword Raising] as well.
“Kill each other. I shall spare only the last one standing.”
The holy knights of a certain sect that had once declared a crusade against Iris Ruzbella personally.
Surrounded by demons, they turned their blades upon one another in fratricidal combat.
“Hahaha! How troublesome—these demons don’t obey her commands well.”
The final survivor became food for the demons.
A similar spectacle was now being recreated in this very place.
Should I truly release such a being upon Earth?
I deliberated for a moment.
‘The world will simply have to adapt.’
Of course it should.
Now that it’s proven my sword can truly live, I have no other choice.
Iris Ruzbella will never commit an act of harm against me.
Crunch—.
The ‘sword’ Muratan created is an immortal ‘tool’ that does not perish.
Steel in the form of humanity pulses with life.
The corpses of 102 knights unnaturally interlock with one another.
“Receive her blood.”
So long as there exists a source of power to restore itself, the [Sword] Muratan forged can return to its original state at any time.
‘Auto-restoration function’—is that the latest trend in dwarven craftsmanship?
Drip—.
Droplets of blood falling from the skylight of the Imperial Palace drenched the knights.
And thus, the 102 knights were born anew.
Golden armor stained crimson.
The blades of the longswords they wielded shimmered with violet light.
Reborn in human form and drenched in red, the knights lined up on either side of Iris Ruzbella.
“You are now my true servants.”
Iris Ruzbella rejoiced at finally obtaining human-form servants rather than mere demons.
My sword’s growing attachment to Earth filled me with pride.
If only such warmth could last….
Boom—boom—boom——.
A thunderous sound erupted from somewhere.
We stood atop the [Imperial City], the tallest structure in the world.
Following the source of the sound, my gaze shifted toward China’s Great Wall of China.
A section of the barrier dividing nations scattered like a mirage.
From within it emerged beings radiating an ominous aura.
* * *
Tremble—tremble—tremble!!!!
A small sprout planted in the Glass Garden before the Imperial City trembled violently.
‘Gasp!!!’
The World Tree sensed the malevolent presence of the ferocious demon that had consumed it across eons.
More precisely, the aura of that mad woman who claimed those demons were her people.
She was a vile existence that should never have come into being in this world.
‘How… how does she possess an actual physical body?’
The World Tree was frustrated.
The Underground was isolated, and the heavens were barred by the Emperor’s majesty.
Yet as the World Tree capable of absorbing nutrients from the surrounding region, I believed that if I could only grow, I could escape by any means—through negotiation with that thing called the [System], or otherwise.
But then…
‘I, I want to live!’
The Imperial Palace stained crimson.
The Emperor’s majesty that blanketed the sky also turned ferocious, befitting the [Current Emperor’s] nature.
This life was the last.
The World Tree, hunted across eternities, harbored no naive hope that dying and reviving would suffice.
In truth, dying and coming back to life was even more unbearable.
‘I would die far more horribly.’
Yet now even that was impossible.
One glance told me everything.
‘This truly is the end…’
If things went wrong here, it was over.
Eternal annihilation.
My last remaining hope was a single Half-Elf who would find me by following the scent of my phytoncide.
Even half-blooded, she was my child, so surely she would come…
‘When will she arrive?!’
There was no sign of her coming.
Ordinary elves arrived within an hour.
Yet two days had already passed.
Perhaps because the Half-Elf was only half, she could not immediately obey her mother the World Tree’s will.
‘How lonely.’
Already suffocating from being surrounded by demons, now the master of those demons herself had appeared in this lofty Imperial Palace.
As the World Tree sank into despair.
Kugugugugun——.
A section of the distant towering wall collapsed.
Beyond it, Demon Worshippers trailing black auras emerged.
The World Tree counted the number of ‘nutrients’.
‘A million?’
The scale was different.
In the [Sword Raising] world where the World Tree had lived, I had never witnessed such an overwhelming magnitude.
A million Demon Worshippers had gathered.
There had to be a ‘Demon’ they served.
The World Tree sensed it.
The World Tree felt it.
———Hoh, a familiar presence.
The Demon’s temptation echoed from afar.
The moment we became ‘aware’ of each other, the Demon beheld the World Tree, and the World Tree beheld the Demon in turn.
The Demon made an offer.
———Come over to my side.
There was a time when the World Tree fell for such temptations countless times.
And what became of it then?
‘I died first.’
The fallen World Tree slew the Swords, yet within the repeating worlds, I endured far harsher torments.
The Swords always seized and crushed the World Tree first.
No. I cannot.
I must not succumb to that temptation.
Whether they are Demons or humans matters little to the World Tree.
They do not know what terrifying entity lurks within this Imperial Palace.
Again, the Demon speaks.
———Do you intend to perish trapped in there?
The World Tree fell silent.
A bright, cheerful voice rang out from that towering Imperial City.
That voice filled the World Tree with genuine dread.
“Sword Master!!! I’ve found heaps of provisions for you!”
* * *
Twelve Aircraft Carriers abruptly changed course.
The transcendent reactors activated, and the carriers moved forward.
At the speed of light that Patriot had envisioned.
——Emergency situation detected.
——Emergency situation detected.
After sending an urgent signal to the Government, the carriers arrived in North Korea at light speed.
The first thing visible was the towering Imperial City.
‘Sword Master Shin Si-woo, what in the world is this bizarre ability?’
He draws a Sword and constructs a fortress.
No matter how I ponder it, I cannot comprehend it.
‘At least the carriers and I share some connection.’
Yi Sun-sin narrowed his eyes as he gazed upon the overwhelming fortress.
Shin Si-woo’s abilities are decidedly strange.
They lack all context, and these things he claims are Swords perform extraordinary feats—miracles akin to those of Jesus—recklessly and without restraint.
‘What is that?’
Most bewildering was the mysterious crimson light that suddenly appeared within the fortress.
Until the fortress manifested, the carrier’s radar functioned properly, but after this unknown ‘someone’ appeared, the radar became completely useless.
Everything was bathed in red.
I thought it had malfunctioned, yet a pitch-black aura was detected from the north on the radar.
The radar wasn’t broken.
‘That red color is everything….’
In other words, an existence that far exceeded the radar’s detection range had appeared in Shin Si-woo’s Imperial Palace.
It was probably something he claimed to be a ‘Sword’.
‘More than that, the Great Wall of China crumbled.’
Mobilizing all the aircraft carriers in response to the anomaly that began in China was essentially an action equivalent to an ‘unconditional reflex’.
Yi Sun-sin was also a Constellation who cherished South Korea, a being bound together by patriotism.
The movements of the Chinese that the Patriot had warned about were truly dangerous.
But—.
“It won’t be a major disaster…, I suppose.”
Yi Sun-sin positioned the aircraft carriers at a considerable distance from the Imperial Palace.
He had a premonition that until the Patriot and King Sejong appeared, they shouldn’t be entangled with that ‘Imperial Palace’.
-This is Yulgok Yi I. Confirmed anomaly in China. Do you need support?
Yulgok Yi I’s voice came through the aircraft carrier’s communication device.
Yi Sun-sin gazed at the wave that had begun in China.
‘The Great Wall of China….’
A portion of the [Great Wall of China] that had risen along North Korea’s border just days ago scattered like a mirage.
Through the gap, the shadow of an enormous figure of unknown identity was visible, and beneath it, humans who resembled toy soldiers were lined up densely.
No matter how one looked at it, it was the appearance of an army attempting invasion.
And….
[One Million]
The scale of the army detected by the aircraft carrier’s radar was staggering.
Last time it was around 300,000, but this time it exceeded three times that—one million.
That wasn’t the end of it.
‘They’ve all fallen.’
The appearance of the Chinese Military that Yi Sun-sin saw was vastly different from Ling Ling’s unit that he had witnessed before.
All one million humans possessed ‘inverted’ eyes, and the enormous something leading them also had inverted eyes.
Even after witnessing all of this, Yi Sun-sin increased the distance of the aircraft carriers from the Imperial Palace even further.
‘That is more dangerous.’
The top of the Imperial Palace.
The window of the room called the Audience Chamber.
A red girl sitting by the window swung her feet as she gazed toward China.
Yi Sun-sin sensed the true nature of the ‘girl’.
[Demon]
Danger levels that filled the radar completely.
And an eerie aura that inspired fear merely by being seen.
‘Patriot, hurry.’
The Patriot was ignorant but never lied.
“The Chinese are insane bastards who talk nonsense!”
It was true.
Didn’t they make even millions upon millions seem trivial?
“King Sejong is a true god—incomparable to someone like Jesus!!!”
That statement was likely the truth.
It had to be.
If it weren’t….
‘Shin Si-woo, I cannot stop his unchecked dominion.’
Yi Sun-sin witnessed it.
A girl sitting at a window in Pyongyang flicked her finger.
In that instant, the crimson knights stationed in the Imperial City vanished at the speed of light, arriving before the Chinese Military in a heartbeat.
And the girl perched at the window—.
“A presumptuous giant daring to gaze down upon us.”
A colossal entity with inverted eyes.
She flicked a massive crimson greatsword toward the mythical being that had emerged from China.
Unnaturally, the enormous blade bore the exact same appearance as the one Shin Si-woo had wielded when summoning the Demon.
As she flicked that greatsword.
Splurt———!!!
A colossal entity that towered hundreds of meters high.
Transformed into a handful of blood.

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