Chapter 1064
“Huh?”
Raon froze solid as he watched Denier pierce the White Blood Lord’s heart.
‘What is this?’
He had already sensed the shift in Denier’s gaze and stayed on edge, but then Denier used the sword that had been aimed at him to stab straight through the White Blood Lord’s chest. It was even more absurd than Lecross being ambushed.
》”Is, is that bastard truly insane?”
Wrath blinked several times, as if even he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.
》”Why did he stab that queen mosquito’s heart! And what’s all this about ‘Mother’!”
The guy clutched his head, still unable to make sense of the human called Denier.
‘Could this be some ritual to make it easier for her to seize Martha’s body?’
The thought crossed his mind that perhaps Denier had killed the body of Martha’s mother, which the White Blood Lord currently occupied, in order to strengthen her. Frankly, he couldn’t think of any other reason.
‘No, that’s not it.’
From the panic in the White Blood Lord’s eyes and the tremor in her voice, it was clear that even she hadn’t expected this.
‘It’s not an act. It’s real.’
The White Blood Lord, who had been pushing Martha’s soul out and devouring her body, had been genuinely shocked by Denier’s ambush.
‘And besides…’
Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Denier cough up dead blood.
‘The White Blood Lord attacked Denier too.’
She had released the spell planted inside Denier’s body and torn his organs to shreds. If this were an act, there would be no reason to go that far.
“Get lost!”
The White Blood Lord tried to force Denier away together with the sword piercing her chest by manipulating her Blood Energy.
“Grrrugh….”
But Denier did not budge, as if his legs had taken root in the ground. Barely able to keep his eyes open through the pain, he held onto the sword lodged in the White Blood Lord’s chest until the very end.
“Grrrugh….”
Martha, who had also been exposed to the White Blood Lord’s Blood Energy alongside Denier, spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.
“Wh-what are you doing! Why did you stab that monster!?”
Feeling pain in both body and soul at the same time, she looked not at the White Blood Lord, but at Denier.
“Tell me!”
A tiny glimmer of hope flickered in Martha’s pupils.
“Since your soul is connected to Mother’s, even if the paralysis wears off, you won’t be able to move properly.”
Denier shook his head without releasing Martha’s hand.
“Huuuuh….”
Martha’s eyes narrowed deeply.
‘It’s hard to breathe, just like he said.’
Her mind felt hazy, as if she were drunk, and her body felt as though it were floating. If not for the pain coursing through her entire body, she would have believed she was already dead.
“So this is the choice you’ve made? Fine. I’ll devour that child’s body and make you despair.”
The White Blood Lord curled her lips and turned her gaze toward Martha.
“Gyaaaaah!”
Martha couldn’t endure the pain and let out a scream. It seemed the White Blood Lord’s soul was throwing a tantrum as it tried to seize her body once more.
“It’s alright.”
Denier tightened his grip on Martha’s hand as she tried to shake him off.
“Imagine you’re holding a sword right now and use the Tyrant Sun Sword.”
“Eek….”
Even now, Martha still felt betrayed by Denier, but because of the excruciating pain inflicted by the White Blood Lord, she instinctively began reciting the sword formula of the Tyrant Sun Sword.
Uuuuuuung!
A faint yellow radiance, like the glow of fireflies, spread from Martha’s entire body and naturally dissolved the Blood Energy that had been oppressing her soul.
Martha’s pupils, which had been turning lifelessly gray as if she were about to lose consciousness, gradually regained their original black color.
“Ha….”
Feeling the pain in both her body and mind ease considerably, Martha looked at Denier with dazed eyes.
“Wh-what is this?!”
The White Blood Lord’s jaw trembled as she watched Martha withstand the invasion of her soul.
“You! What did you do?!”
She ground her teeth, glaring not at Martha, but at Denier.
“The way Mother and I seize human bodies is similar. I created a martial art that can block it.”
Denier nodded, explaining that the Tyrant Sun Sword itself was a swordsmanship he had created in order to protect Martha.
“You truly are….!”
The White Blood Lord glared at Denier and spat venom.
“After all the care I’ve shown you!”
“The acknowledgment and love Mother gave me, unlike the anger you feel toward me now, were false emotions.”
Denier let out a murky sigh as he looked into the White Blood Lord’s crimson-burning eyes.
“My entire life has been a lie, but at least for today, I want to live as an honest human being.”
After checking Martha, whose eyes were now wide open, he nodded toward Raon.
“Mother is more proficient with souls than anyone else in this world. Since she can split her soul into multiple parts, even if Father… no, even if the Northern Extermination King Glenn Zieghart himself came, he wouldn’t be able to destroy that soul completely.”
Denier furrowed his brows as if he were trying to endure the pain.
“The only way to annihilate Mother’s soul completely is while she’s switching bodies.”
He clenched his fist, saying he had created this very moment in order to kill the White Blood Lord for good.
“Ah….”
Martha’s violently trembling pupils rose to meet Denier’s gaze.
“You really are insane!”
As the White Blood Lord screamed and spat blood, the eyes of the Mara of Blood and Mercy attacking Raon rolled back.
Kugugugugugu!
The Mara of Blood and Mercy brought down its axe and spear, both blazing with Blood Energy, as if it intended to slice Denier, who couldn’t move, into nothingness without leaving a trace.
“Die!”
Denier looked not at the White Blood Lord, but at himself, his eyes calm as if he truly believed.
》”What the hell….”
Wrath frowned, still unable to understand what was happening.
‘Damn it….’
Raon gritted his teeth hard and used Supreme Harmony Steps. Using the extreme movement he had learned from Denier, he rushed forward and forcefully blocked the descending axe of the Mara of Blood and Mercy.
Jjeeeeeong!
As he pushed back the axe of the Mara of Blood and Mercy with Heavenly Drive, every part of his body screamed in protest. His body and mind had already reached their limits.
‘But….’
That monster was in the same state.
Judging from the fact that it couldn’t immediately overwhelm his weakened self, the Mara of Blood and Mercy had also lost a great deal of its strength, contrary to appearances.
“Thank you….”
Denier spoke his gratitude toward Raon’s back.
“I don’t trust you.”
Raon shook his head without turning around.
“But if there’s anything you can do, do it. I’ll hold it back for now.”
Declaring that he would somehow endure, he deflected the consecutive attacks of the Mara of Blood and Mercy.
“Martha….”
Denier lowered his gaze gently while still holding Martha’s hand.
“Now it’s your turn. Only your fight remains.”
He nodded, telling her to keep using the Tyrant Sun Sword and push back the White Blood Lord’s soul and Blood Energy.
“I will definitely….”
Martha looked up at Denier and bit her lip.
“After this war is over, I will definitely hear your story.”
“…I promise. I will tell you everything with my own mouth.”
Denier seemed to have more he wanted to say, but he said nothing more.
“Grrrugh!”
Martha bit her lip and used the sword formula of the Tyrant Sun Sword with all her might. As a clear energy bloomed from her entire body, transparent blood poured from the White Blood Lord’s mouth and chest.
Uuuuuuung!
Denier also used the Tyrant Sun Sword alongside her, seemingly helping her push back the White Blood Lord’s soul.
“Grrrugh….”
The White Blood Lord ground her teeth, white blood flowing from between them. Her eyes flashed sharply, and the Blood Energy began to surge again like waves.
Kugugugugugu!
This time, bloody tears streamed from Martha’s and Denier’s eyes. It seemed the White Blood Lord’s Blood Energy had surged back and dealt a tremendous shock to both of their souls.
“My soul is vaster than anyone else’s! I will never be pushed back by the likes of you!”
The White Blood Lord sneered, saying it was like an egg striking a rock.
“Grrruuugh….”
“Ugh….”
As if her words were true, Martha and Denier groaned and lowered their heads. An overwhelming difference in soul rank had opened up between them.
“I won’t kill you right away.”
The White Blood Lord looked down at Denier, whose knees were trembling, and snorted.
“I’ll use the body of that child you cared about enough to betray me and cut off your neck.”
She mocked him, saying she would kill Denier using Martha’s body.
“Ugh….”
Denier used the Tyrant Sun Sword while conserving even the strength to speak, but it seemed all he could do was endure.
“Shut your mouth, you stinking shit.”
Martha raised her head and bit the arm of the White Blood Lord, who had been mocking Denier.
“A dying wretch’s final struggle.”
The White Blood Lord sneered as if she thought it was nothing more than a last desperate effort.
“This land is too clean for trash like you.”
Martha slowly curled her lips, the White Blood Lord’s blood still on them.
“I’ll send you to the hell that suits you.”
Even without holding a sword, she placed her trembling hand over her chest as if gripping one.
“Demon Prison.”
The moment Martha shouted those chilling words, the atmosphere of the battlefield changed.
Kugugugugugu!
A Hell Gate, flowing with red blood, rose from the white earth. On the left side of the gate were displayed the corpse of the 10th Apostle, broken and dead.
“What!?”
As the White Blood Lord’s eyes widened, a chilling scream rang out and the right-side Hell Gate opened.
Kugugugugugu!
The instant the gate opened and an icy cold burst outward, Martha, Denier, and the White Blood Lord all froze in place.
Kuuuuuuung!
As if its purpose had been fulfilled, the Hell Gate creaked with the sound of ancient hinges and closed once more.
‘That, could it be….’
Raon narrowed his eyes at the Hell Gate, which had closed again after leaving only the three of them behind.
》”Correct! It took only their three souls!”
Wrath nodded as if Raon’s thoughts were right.
》”You’ve experienced it a few times too.”
The guy nodded, saying that the three souls were probably colliding inside that eerie gate.
‘Then splitting that body would be meaningless.’
It seemed the outcome of today’s battle would be decided inside that Hell Gate.
Jjeeeeeong!
Raon narrowed his eyes as he blocked the onslaught of the Mara of Blood and Mercy, which seemed intent on protecting its master, the White Blood Lord.
‘This could be dangerous.’
If his assumption was correct, Martha could not win a battle of souls.
‘I need to prepare too.’
As if sensing the White Blood Lord’s vicious malice and murderous intent, Raon gripped the Soul Requiem Sword tightly as it let out a fierce sword cry.
‘For the final battle.’
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Splash!
Red blood flowed beneath the Hell Gate where the corpse of the 10th Apostle was displayed.
“This place is….”
The White Blood Lord looked around at the world filled with bright red blood. She frowned as she saw the displayed corpse.
“It’s a Sword Field Creation made for you.”
Martha, sitting atop the Hell Gate, looked down at the White Blood Lord and twisted her lips upward.
“Your soul is supposed to be displayed down there.”
Martha pointed toward the empty right side of the Hell Gate.
‘I can win.’
Unlike the Demon Prison she had unleashed on the 10th Apostle, the Demon Prison for the White Blood Lord was a Sword Field Creation that drew in souls rather than bodies.
If the body had died and been displayed, her mother would have died as well, so it had been designed this way from the beginning.
“A soul….”
The White Blood Lord nodded as she looked at her own body, where all wounds had already disappeared.
“It does feel familiar.”
She nodded calmly, as if she understood the method. Her expression even seemed satisfied.
“Looking at it like this, your soul seems quite delicious.”
The White Blood Lord curled her lips, saying it looked like a soul suited for domination.
Kugugugu!
Just as the two were about to move their hands and swords while glaring at each other,
Paaaaaaang!
Denier dropped down beside Martha.
“Huh?”
Denier blinked as he looked down at his own body.
“Why am I in this form….”
This was a space where only souls could exist. He couldn’t understand why his soul, which should have been nothing more than red liquid, had taken the shape of Denier’s body.
“Stop thinking about pointless things and focus on the fight in front of you!”
Martha snapped her head toward Denier.
“Right. I will.”
Denier’s doubts remained unresolved, but he nodded as if realizing this wasn’t the time to dwell on them.
“The two of you came willingly into my mouth.”
The White Blood Lord snorted and spat bloody foam. Her soul reached Martha in the blink of an eye.
Kyaaaaang!
Martha deflected the White Blood Lord’s hand blade with her sword and slashed deeply across her waist.
“Ugh….”
From the White Blood Lord’s waist, not blood but a white current spilled out. Her soul had been damaged.
“How strange.”
The White Blood Lord clenched her fist and charged at Martha again.
Kyaaaaang!
This time too, Martha lightly knocked away the White Blood Lord’s fist and drove her sword into her shoulder.
Huuuuuung!
Denier also seized the opening created by the White Blood Lord’s wound and carved a sharp sword wound into her abdomen.
“Haaa….”
The White Blood Lord staggered back and looked at the wounds on her shoulder and abdomen.
“Now I understand. This space itself is weakening my soul.”
She frowned as she looked at the splashing sea of blood, as if it were binding her feet.
“Quick to notice. That’s right.”
Martha calmly acknowledged the effect of the Sword Field Creation.
“My soul couldn’t grow stronger in such a short time, so I made yours weaker instead.”
It was an ability she had gained by sacrificing her Life Force and making a vow that if the White Blood Lord’s soul were also displayed on the Hell Gate, she would never wield a sword again.
“You must have lost a great deal. Impressive willpower and mental strength.”
The White Blood Lord nodded, unable to help but acknowledge it.
“I don’t need your acknowledgment.”
Martha lowered her stance as if she intended to finish things here.
“Fine. Then I’ll stake my life as well.”
As the White Blood Lord bit her lip and brought her hands together, an intense white radiance erupted from her body.
Uuuuuuung!
As if a moon had risen and split its shadow in two, the White Blood Lord’s soul branched into two parts.
Paaaaaaang!
The soul that fell to the right was the woman with black hair and black eyes, the original owner of the body the White Blood Lord had occupied until now.
In contrast, the figure standing on the left was a beauty so terrifying it sent chills down the spine, an alien being with pale white skin and sharply protruding fangs.
“Here, I will devour your soul and take that body too.”
The red-haired, red-eyed woman twisted her lips into a sly smile. This woman appeared to be the White Blood Lord’s true form.
“Mom!”
Martha realized that the black-haired, black-eyed woman submerged in the sea of blood was her mother’s soul, and she ran toward her without looking back.
Puuuuuuuuk!
But the White Blood Lord kicked Martha in the chin, as if she had no intention of allowing a mother-daughter reunion.
“Gyaah!”
Martha screamed as she flew backward and fell into the sea of blood.
“You know what?”
The White Blood Lord jerked her chin toward the soul of Martha’s mother, who lay collapsed behind her.
“After I weakened, your mother kept attacking me. If not for that, either you or Raon Zieghart would have died long ago.”
She frowned, saying Martha’s mother had been interfering the entire time.
“Now there’s no need to return to that body….”
The White Blood Lord’s body blurred like mist and disappeared.
“I’ll kill your mother and place your soul beneath my feet.”
Despite being affected by the Sword Field Creation, she unleashed a soul rank far more powerful than Martha’s and Denier’s.
Kuwaaaaang!
In an instant, Martha and Denier were struck in the abdomen and face and buried in a spray of bloody foam.
“Keheuk!”
“Ugh!”
The two of them couldn’t even manage a proper resistance before being overpowered by the White Blood Lord, losing a large part of their souls.
“I told you, didn’t I? My soul is vaster than anyone else’s. Restrictions like these can’t stop me.”
The White Blood Lord sneered and charged at Martha and Denier.
“I’ll handle the defense! You focus on attacking!”
Denier nodded, saying he would hold the White Blood Lord back while Martha attacked.
“Ugh!”
Martha bit her lip and raised her sword.
Kuuuuung!
But Denier couldn’t even block the White Blood Lord’s first strike. His arm was torn off as he was blasted away, and Martha, who had been preparing a counterattack behind him, was also thrown back with a hole punched through her thigh.
Puuuuuuk!
The White Blood Lord stomped down on Martha’s abdomen as she lay on the ground.
“Keheuk!”
Martha vomited a white current from her mouth. Her soul began to fade rapidly.
“Move!”
Denier regenerated his arm and rushed forward, swinging his sword down, but the White Blood Lord lightly avoided his strike and unleashed a hand blade.
Chwaaaaaaak!
Denier’s chest split open, and a great stream containing his soul poured out like air.
Grrroooan!
The White Blood Lord stretched out her pale hand, grabbed Denier by the neck, and lifted him up.
“Guh… guhk!”
Denier gasped for breath, apparently too drained to resist any longer.
“How utterly ridiculous.”
The White Blood Lord looked down at Martha and Denier with scorn.
“To think you fools believed you could handle my soul.”
She jerked her chin mockingly toward Martha.
“It will be the first time I’ve devoured a child after devouring the mother. I wonder what it will taste like.”
Just as the White Blood Lord wet her lips with her tongue and reached a hand toward Martha—
Vooooom!
She stopped her hand, which had been reaching toward Martha, at the intense vibration she felt from behind her.
“This energy… it can’t be!”
The moment the White Blood Lord hastily turned around, the boiling sea of blood split apart, and a crimson sword surged upward.
Vooooooom!
The Soul Requiem Sword, infused with soul and resentment. Raon’s Heart Sword pierced through space and time and descended into Martha’s Sword Field Creation.
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