The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 81

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Chapter 81. The Emperor’s Majesty (3)
“Jesus Christ!”
Jesus’s eyes widened as if they might burst from their sockets.
The Ruzbella Empire in South Korea.
I beheld the crimson Satanic demon that had appeared there.
‘Even if I were to summon the Lord of Hell itself, could I overcome that?’
It was manifesting in the form of a small girl, clearly attempting to bewitch the people.
Yet Jesus’s Eye perceived her true essence.
Truly, she was a terrifying existence that should not exist in this mortal realm.
“I trust my brother….”
That Satanic demon girl was the retainer of my brother Shin Si-woo.
She was on the same side as us.
And yet an ominous aura that could never bring comfort emanated from her—.
[The Star of Heavenly Slaughter]
Above that woman, I sensed the aura of a cruel star.
A star that killed the heavens—the world itself.
Jesus’s gaze grew heavy.
Whoosh—.
His vision departed the Grand Canyon Church and pierced through the world and dimensions.
Beyond the dimensional walls that enveloped Earth, past the universe where Elon Musk dwelled, into the distant void of nothingness.
A crimson star illuminated the small girl.
Following the starlight, Jesus gazed upon the girl.
Then the small girl shifted her gaze toward Jesus.
——How audacious. Daring to spy on the Sword Master.
Determination burned in the girl’s eyes.
Jesus hastily withdrew his gaze.
A shudder—.
A holy and sacred miracle performed within the church.
Divine grace bestowed directly by the hand of Jesus.
That very grace was pierced through by the small girl’s gaze.
Jesus quickly shut his eyes.
He traced the sign of the cross and clutched the crucifix.
“Infinitely—.”
I had gazed into the deep and dark Abyss.
When one gazes into the Abyss, the Abyss gazes back upon you.
Thus the master of the Abyss had also become aware of Jesus.
In that brief crossing of gazes, Jesus came to understand.
“—How dreadful.”
That Abyss was tinged with an eerie crimson of blood.
Within it dwelled a cruel fate that destroyed all things.
An existence capable of annihilating the entire universe itself.
Yet even Jesus could not help but acknowledge it.
‘She poses no threat to humanity.’
That terrifying little Satan demon, that petite fiend, harbored no interest whatsoever in the fate of the world.
“Supreme love….”
Everything the master of the Abyss contemplated was solely and entirely about the ‘Sword Lord—Shin Si-woo’.
“Sublime and pure, and therefore obsessive and ruthlessly devoted.”
Some would call such devotion love.
In truth, she existed thinking only of one person, living solely for that single soul.
That person was undoubtedly her brother Shin Si-woo.
A truth that should have brought relief.
And yet….
Tremor, tremor—.
Jesus’s dark hand gripping the cross shook uncontrollably.
Though considerable time had passed since he averted his gaze from the crimson girl, his body still betrayed instinctive reactions.
‘Truly, a terrifying power.’
Yes.
That Jesus had felt fear.
“Jesus… what exactly did you witness?”
President Bill Johnson asks, observing Jesus in such a state.
Beads of sweat dotted Bill Johnson’s forehead and polished scalp.
He had never seen Jesus so gripped by terror.
It was far too frightening.
“A―men.”
Jesus steadied himself.
For the devout Christians who believed in and followed him.
For three hundred million American faithful.
Humanity’s sole deity could not falter.
“Bill, I have witnessed it.”
An existence that could strike even humanity’s sole deity with dread.
Her—whom no ordinary mortal should dare behold.
Jesus summarized her existence in these words.
“Bill, China shall never transcend its continent.”
So long as she exists, China will never dare reveal its ambitions.
Therefore, take comfort.
I, Jesus Christ, guarantee it.
“By the name of Jesus Christ, I command it.”
Jesus declares.
His tone was utterly resolute.
“Henceforth, the Ruzbella Empire shall be our United States’ most vital ally. Send an envoy delegation there at once.”
Whether the Ruzbella Empire belonged to South Korea, or South Korea belonged to that empire.
Or was that empire an independent nation existing on its own?
Could we build an American embassy in the colossal Imperial City that appeared in Pyongyang and establish diplomatic relations, and so forth.
There was far too much to investigate.
“I will carry out your orders. However….”
President Bill Johnson nodded at Jesus’s sudden shift in demeanor.
The fact that the Monotheistic Jesus was responding this way meant that the place called the Ruzbella Empire was truly that significant.
However, there was one problem here.
“Would it be acceptable to redirect personnel from other projects toward the Ruzbella Empire?”
There weren’t enough people to work.
American territory was damnably vast.
Managing that damnably expansive land required an incalculable number of people.
Ever since the Gate incident, Canada had been incorporated as the 51st state, leaving us suffering from an even more severe labor shortage.
“Redirect all the personnel who were preparing for Elon’s return toward the Ruzbella Empire.”
“Is that… truly acceptable?”
“Elon seems preoccupied with observing Earth.”
When Jesus gazed into space to see Cheonji Lake, he observed Elon Musk drifting through Earth’s atmosphere.
He was staring into the void, attempting something.
Perhaps….
“That Elon Musk might be striving to belong to Earth through his own efforts.”
Likely, that Elon Musk would.
Find his way back to Earth by any means necessary.
“Let him return on his own terms.”
Jesus postponed the matter of Elon to a lower priority.
“From this moment forward, establishing diplomatic relations with the Ruzbella Empire shall be America’s paramount objective.”
U.S. President Bill Johnson declared a total national mobilization.
* * *
There are ranks among the Demon Worshippers.
Common followers are merely maggots who worship, while bishops are maggots who cultivate other worshippers.
Once one ascends to the rank of Evil God’s Apostle, they evolve into maggots who directly borrow the power of demons.
They’re all the same vermin, but when they gather in groups, troublesome things happen.
‘That is….’
When their numbers exceed ten thousand—a ‘Demon’ descends and leads their worshippers.
But these are demonic forces numbering in the millions.
I beheld the Demon.
Kuuung——.
A warrior wielding a colossal halberd with a ferocious visage.
Like Guan Yu, presumably originating from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, a fallen Chinese demigod harboring a demon within.
The master of the serpent spear, boasting two strands of hair jutting out like long antennae.
‘Lü Bu.’
He is the commander of the military forces advancing beyond the Great Wall of China into North Korea.
The Evil God commanding a million followers is none other than Poeak, the Evil God who has seized the body of Earth’s Ashin—Lü Bu.
To anyone’s eyes, Lü Bu and Poeak were a perfect match.
One would expect such a being to possess immense power, yet….
Splurt———!!!
Such an existence became nothing but a handful of blood from a single twitch of Iris’s finger.
It vanished without even a moment for explanation.
“A mere insect daring to reveal its cockroach-like antennae and look down upon the Sword Master—how audacious.”
Poeak—was a demon that appeared in [Sword Raising].
It was a being comparable to Necribas, though it possessed a slightly higher rank.
Moreover, the Poeak that had appeared now had completely dominated Lü Bu.
It meant there was a high probability it had descended using the power of its true form.
But….
‘It just died like that?’
It was truly shocking.
For the record, I wasn’t surprised by Iris Ruzbella’s power.
I know better than anyone in this world just how incredibly strong she is.
What shocked me was that her materialized form had used power.
“Little one, it seems you got a bit excited.”
From a single twitch of Iris’s finger, the Evil God-possessed Lü Bu perished.
‘The mightiest general of the Three Kingdoms gone just like that.’
Truly, he died in vain.
When I beheaded Guan Yu, at least there was context to it, but Lü Bu becoming blood and vanishing….
A sense of emptiness washed over me, but I quickly composed myself.
“Iris, is it okay to use power like that so freely?”
“Little one, I used only the energy accumulated in the Imperial Palace so as not to burden the Sword Master, so there is no need for concern!”
She laughs brightly.
Only then did I perceive the change that had occurred in this Imperial Palace.
What was accumulated in the Imperial Palace was the power of the Ruzbella Imperial Family passed down through generations—specifically, the power of the Emperors.
A portion of it had faded.
‘The authority or majesty of the Emperor.’
The Empress—Iris Ruzbella.
She is the master of the Imperial Palace and the legitimate bloodline of the Ruzbella Imperial House.
Naturally, she could use the energy of the Imperial Family contained here as she pleased.
“Is it perhaps forbidden to use the energy of this place?”
As I gazed at her intently, Iris tilted her head in confusion.
She seemed worried.
“You did well. Use it freely.”
The authority of the Emperor is something that naturally replenishes itself.
Now it would be infused with the deeper and more intense energy of Iris Ruzbella.
And truthfully, the majesty that permeates this place can afford to diminish considerably.
‘If I fire a few more shots, even ordinary citizens could enter the Imperial Palace, couldn’t they?’
If ordinary people came now, they’d be crushed by the overwhelming majesty.
But if I continue to deplete it?
Common people would eventually be able to enter the Audience Chamber at the heart of the Imperial Palace.
‘Instead of an incomplete coronation ceremony—.’
I’ve already completed the enthronement.
‘To hold a coronation ceremony, I’d need crowds of people to gather and offer their applause.’
Perhaps the Shop would even sell imperial crowns?
If the opportunity arises, I’m thinking of preparing a coronation ceremony.
“For now….”
I should handle everything that’s come from China first before considering that.
I gazed at the dark tide surging beyond the border.
When I was young, I once heard that China’s true strength lay in human wave tactics.
Now I witnessed that saying come vividly to life.
Ssssshhhhhhh———.
Crimson mist and blood spray swirled densely.
It was as if demons were being tossed into a blender and pulverized.
The might of the 102 Imperial Transcendent Knights dispatched from the Imperial Palace was this formidable.
‘Are they insane?’
Yet the Chinese forces showed no sign of breaking, continuing their advance toward the Imperial Palace where I stood.
Their lord—Poeak Lü Bu—was dead.
The million-strong rabble army was literally melting away.
Still, they did not stop.
The reason was….
Boom——!!!
Tremors emanating from the cracks in the Great Wall of China.
They were intense enough to be felt all the way to Pyongyang where I stood.
Boom——!
The earth itself trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
From beyond emerged a colossal giant with hollow eye sockets.
Black mist undulated within those vacant eyes—it was unmistakably something infused with demonic power.
‘Another million….’
This was human wave tactics incarnate.
Pushing in a million, then pushing in another million—a war waged by grinding through population itself.
“Remember this: the Chinese are difficult to handle with unmanned bombers. Their population outnumbers even infinitely regenerating bombers.”
The Patriot’s earnest warning echoed in my mind.
Back then, I had scoffed at the Patriot’s ignorance, but now, witnessing armies pouring forth by the millions, my perspective had shifted.
‘It might actually be difficult to handle the Chinese Military advancing in waves of a million with infinitely regenerating bombers.’
There were only twelve Aircraft Carriers, after all.
Am I gradually being influenced by the Patriot’s way of thinking?
Or has my mind simply broken from the sheer absurdity of China’s reality?
My doubts were swept away entirely by a single word from Iris Ruzbella.
“Master of Swords….”
Iris Ruzbella gazes at me with eyes lost in rapture.
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What is the majesty of an emperor?
For someone who has lived in South Korea in the 21st century, understanding the majesty of an emperor intuitively was extraordinarily difficult.
Yet standing before my eyes is a being who will show me its essence.
Iris Ruzbella sits upon the window frame, swinging her small legs.
She asks me.
“May I use the Swords, young master?”
The ordeal of Sword Raising that had consumed her so completely.
After the ordeal ended and she became a Sword, she now stands before me as reality.
The Sword I cultivated seeks my permission.
“….”
What are the Swords to me and my Swords?
They are evidence of the years we spent together, an honorable symbol of having witnessed the world’s end, and a mark that connects past, present, and future.
And also—.
‘The form I must become.’
Even if my Swords materialize, I will grow stronger in my own right.
Within the ordeal, the world was harsh.
Now that it has become reality, it will be even more so.
This was an opportunity.
‘I wondered why I possessed Swords—.’
The souls who completed the world alongside the Swords I created live on in the Sword Realm.
They certainly held Swords in their hands.
Iris Ruzbella who appeared here also wielded a crimson greatsword—did she not?
Now I understand the reason.
“As you wish.”
In truth, Iris Ruzbella has no need to ask my permission.
She simply asked for my sake.
She knows better than anyone how to wield my Swords.
Perhaps even better than I do.
‘I must learn.’
I was an ordinary human.
I only experienced that harsh world indirectly through Sword Raising; I do not truly know what its reality entails.
That is why I seek to understand through this opportunity.
I will observe and learn.
[Eye]
Heat radiates from my eyes.
My vision bleeds crimson.
Within that scarlet world, I beheld the darkest of women.
She still wore the form of a girl, yet my [Eye] overlaid her true visage upon that innocent frame.
A tyrannical empress.
A cruel woman who had slain the world itself.
And yet, a girl who cherished and loved the Sword more than anyone.
“It has been long.”
She pressed her lips to the blade’s edge.
Then she stood at the window frame of the Imperial Palace and leveled the Sword forward.
Its point aimed toward a battlefield of carnage and horror.
My [Eye] follows the Sword’s trajectory.
The battlefield comes into view.
Swaaaaaah———.
The Empire’s knights slaughter the minions of the Evil God.
Black mist pours from the corpses, and North Korea’s soil begins to fester anew.
Within that corruption, the enemies endlessly transmute like mud and resurrect.
Dying and dying again, they advance ceaselessly toward where I stand.
‘A million-strong army.’
In novels, a mere four-character phrase.
Witnessing it in reality—it transcends what two eyes can contain.
From distant horizons, an endless wave of humanity stretches across the skyline, boundless and vast.
Toward that colossal tide, Iris Ruzbella swung the [Sword].
“Demon——.”
Master of a million demons.
The blood-crimson empress unleashed the Sword’s power.

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