Chapter 1065

“Th-the Soul Requiem Sword?”

Martha’s eyes widened as she stared at the Soul Requiem Sword wreathed in a crimson airstream.

‘It’s Raon….’

That was Raon’s Heart Sword, taking the form of the Soul Requiem Sword. It seemed he was determined to keep his childhood promise to the very end—to kill the White Blood Lord and save her mother.

Even in this life-threatening situation, the thought that Raon was by her side brought her comfort.

“Let’s do this.”

Martha bit her lip and reignited her fighting spirit.

“Huh….”

Denier let out a hollow sigh, as if he hadn’t expected Raon’s Heart Sword to cross dimensions and reach the Sword Field Creation.

“A mere sword!”

The White Blood Lord, as if finding it audacious, swung at the Soul Requiem Sword with a hand blazing with Blood Energy.

Wooooooooong!

The Soul Requiem Sword, as if it had eyes, deftly evaded the White Blood Lord’s hand blade.

“Hmph!”

Just as the White Blood Lord snorted and clenched her fist blazing with Blood Energy—

Swaaaaaaash!

The Soul Requiem Sword, which had been waiting for an opening, surged like lightning and split the back of her hand.

Zzizizizich!

The back of the White Blood Lord’s hand split open lengthwise, scattering a massive chunk of her soul.

Wooooong!

As if unsatisfied with just one wound, the Soul Requiem Sword, burning with a red airstream, aimed for the White Blood Lord’s neck.

“Kghuk!”

The White Blood Lord stepped back with an irritated groan. It seemed she had lost far more of her soul than when Martha had struck her.

“Hoo!”

Martha didn’t miss the opening created by the White Blood Lord’s retreat and quickly rose to her feet.

“Ugh….”

Denier, seemingly having the same thought, let out a deep sigh and stood up from the sea of blood.

“A Heart Sword, is it.”

The White Blood Lord frowned as she looked at the wound on the back of her hand, which wasn’t healing easily.

“To open a Heart Sword before even turning thirty… how absurd.”

She bared her white teeth as she looked at the Soul Requiem Sword vibrating quietly.

“I can only think the heavens made a foolish mistake.”

The White Blood Lord clicked her tongue, as if finding Raon’s talent even more astonishing than her own ability to grow in power and soul by switching bodies.

Fwaaaaaaang!

As if intent on pressing its advantage, the Soul Requiem Sword transformed into a beam of light and shot toward the White Blood Lord’s heart.

Wooooooong!

The White Blood Lord thrust a fist condensed with soul and blood magic toward Raon’s Heart Sword as it aimed for her heart.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The White Blood Lord’s soul-infused fist and Raon’s Heart Sword collided, scattering a white airstream like mist over the sea of blood.

Both Raon and the White Blood Lord lost pieces of their souls at the same time.

“Umm….”

However, the White Blood Lord seemed to have suffered greater damage, as her complexion grew even paler.

Wooooooong!

As if it was still far from over, the Soul Requiem Sword changed direction and thrust its blade toward the White Blood Lord’s waist.

Fwaaaaaaang!

The White Blood Lord, with a soul hovering in her grasp, deflected the fiercely descending Soul Requiem Sword.

Pwoooooong!

The Soul Requiem Sword, its trajectory twisted, fell not onto the White Blood Lord, but into the sea of blood.

“Could it be….”

The White Blood Lord narrowed her eyes as she looked at the Soul Requiem Sword, which had been repelled all too easily.

Wooooong!

As if it had taken no damage at all, the Soul Requiem Sword immediately rose and flew toward the White Blood Lord again.

Tweeeeng!

The White Blood Lord leaped back and hid behind Martha’s mother’s soul.

Zzizizizich!

The Soul Requiem Sword, which had been pursuing the White Blood Lord, abruptly slowed down in front of Martha’s mother.

“Just as I thought!”

The White Blood Lord tore her lips into a long smile and struck the slowed Soul Requiem Sword.

Pwoooooook!

The Soul Requiem Sword, struck by the White Blood Lord’s fist, was slammed back into the sea.

“Ahahahaha!”

The White Blood Lord burst into mad laughter as she looked at the Soul Requiem Sword dripping with red blood.

“Why, why are you laughing?”

Martha frowned as she looked at the White Blood Lord.

“Because I have one more thing to devour.”

The White Blood Lord smiled faintly and leisurely deflected the Soul Requiem Sword, which was sluggishly pushing forward from the left.

“One more thing to devour? Don’t tell me that Heart Sword….”

Martha opened her mouth in disbelief.

“Indeed, the Heart Sword is a threatening martial art. It could completely kill me.”

The White Blood Lord nodded, admitting she couldn’t take Raon’s sword head-on.

“But that Heart Sword is different. To enter your Sword Field Creation, it had to pierce through dimensions, consuming much of its power in the process.”

She clicked her tongue, explaining that because it wasn’t a human’s physical body but had pierced dimensions, it couldn’t display its original power.

“Moreover, as you said, this Sword Field Creation is a place meant only for you and me. Since it forced its way in by opening the gate, it’s only natural it can’t use its full power, just like that guy.”

The White Blood Lord looked down at Denier, who was breathing heavily, and sneered. As she said, Denier, entangled between her soul and his own, had been forced to enter together and couldn’t use the power his original soul possessed.

“Stop laughing!”

Martha glared at the White Blood Lord, who was mocking Denier.

“Actually, there’s one more reason Raon Zieghart’s Heart Sword can’t move properly.”

The White Blood Lord flicked away the slowed Soul Requiem Sword and turned her gaze toward Martha’s mother.

“Inside this Sword Field Creation, four souls are entangled. Among souls entangled across dimensions, annihilating only my soul is impossible even for Glenn Zieghart.”

She chuckled, saying Raon’s Heart Sword had slowed down because it was protecting their souls.

“What a pity. Your mental pillar will only become a hindrance.”

The White Blood Lord bared her fangs, declaring she would devour Raon’s Heart Sword as well.

“No, the mere existence of that sword is a great help.”

Martha shook her head and raised her sword.

“In the end, we will win!”

Following the Soul Requiem Sword, which erupted with a fierce Sword Cry, she charged toward the White Blood Lord.

“I’ll take the front!”

Denier, as if trying to protect Martha again, stepped forward first.

The two humans, one demon, and one blade clashed within the world of souls, causing the sea of blood to surge skyward.

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Zweeeeeeng!

Raon gritted his teeth as he parried the heavy greatsword of the Mara of Blood and Mercy descending upon him.

‘My head feels like it’s going to split.’

Just blocking the Mara of Blood and Mercy, which was trying to kill Martha and Denier, and sending his Heart Sword into the Hell Gate was enough to make him feel like he was losing his mind.

But moving the Heart Sword to target only the White Blood Lord among the four souls tightly entangled inside the Sword Field Creation placed an even greater burden on his mind. It truly felt like his head was about to explode.

》“I-I don’t think even this king could do this….”

Wrath let out a heavy groan as he looked at the shaking Hell Gate.

》“Just thinking about it makes me nauseous.”

He shook his head vigorously, saying that even if he could kill the White Blood Lord, he couldn’t do something like this.

‘…….’

Without even having the energy to respond to Wrath, Raon pushed back the Mara of Blood and Mercy and focused on his Heart Sword. However, the White Blood Lord’s soul used the others’ souls as shields, slipping away again and again.

He wanted to open the Hell Gate, grab the White Blood Lord by the hair, and slam her into the ground.

‘Damn it….’

If only either his physical body or his mind had been intact, he could have ended this somehow. It was maddening that his body had been broken by overexertion.

Hwoooooook!

Raon blew away five of the Mara of Blood and Mercy’s weapons with Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation – Heavenly Flame : Myriad Incense of Heaven and looked back.

‘Maybe someone will help….’

Larian, King Lecross, and Chamber were in such critical condition that they were closer to death than being able to help. Evelyn was also unconscious and unable to use magic, and Balder couldn’t move from where he stood as he tried to stop the hole pierced through his abdomen.

‘…There’s no one.’

It seemed he had no choice but to overcome this with his own strength.

‘Even if it’s Sword Control.’

He tried to use Sword Control with the Wooden Wheel Sword lying on the ground, but his mental energy had reached its limit, and he couldn’t even make the sword move.

Kugugugugu!

As if intent on following the White Blood Lord’s orders until its body disappeared, the Mara of Blood and Mercy brought down its outstretched palm along with dozens of weapons.

Kwoooooong!

Raon set Heavenly Drive and the Soul Requiem Sword diagonally, blocking the Mara of Blood and Mercy’s relentless onslaught.

“Kghuk….”

Blood poured from his mouth, and excruciating pain surged through his bones and muscles. Both his body and mind had reached their limits.

‘But I have to hold on….’

If he gave way, Denier’s and Martha’s bodies would be shattered without a trace. He had to endure somehow until the Hell Gate opened.

Zzizizich!

Just as Raon gritted his teeth until they bled, enduring the Mara of Blood and Mercy’s attack—

Chwaaaaaang!

Swords rose from both his sides and began pushing back the Mara of Blood and Mercy’s weapons.

“Sorry for being late.”

Burren bowed his head as he appeared on Raon’s right. Even as he spat out dead blood, he pushed back the Mara of Blood and Mercy’s longsword.

“It’s still far from over….”

Runaan froze the Mara of Blood and Mercy’s axe pure white before shattering it. Her eyes reddened as she looked at Martha, captured by the White Blood Lord.

“The day has finally come for me to help our Palace Lord?”

Krein grinned as he deflected a massive thrown spear.

“P-please be weak, please be weak!”

Dorian prayed for the lightest weapon, but what descended upon him was the Mara of Blood and Mercy’s palm.

“Aaaaaah!”

Yet even as he screamed, he didn’t dodge and instead took the palm strike head-on.

“Focus on your Heart Sword.”

Mark Gorton helped Dorian deflect the descending palm and bowed his head to Raon.

“How did you all….”

The Light Wind Palace swordsmen had been exposed to the White Blood Lord’s and Denier’s Blood Energy, exhausting all their Aura and collapsing. Raon had no idea how they had managed to stand again.

“I don’t know. Suddenly, my Aura was replenished?”

“Same here! It was like taking an Elixir and cultivating—my Aura suddenly surged!”

The swordsmen nodded to him, saying that incredibly pure Mana had surged in from somewhere.

‘Who.’

Raon frowned and scanned the area, but he couldn’t sense anyone else’s presence.

“Palace Lord! That’s not important right now!”

“Leave this to us and focus on the battle!”

“We’ll somehow hold back that monster!”

“Compared to your training, this is nothing!”

The other Light Wind Palace swordsmen fed Internal Injury Medicine to the Transcendents of the Five Emperors and checked on the other injured.

Despite being weakened by the long war and gravely injured by the White Blood Lord and Denier, his subordinates were still fulfilling their roles without leaving a single person out.

Even in this desperate situation, like a lamp flickering in the wind, memories of the time he had spent with the swordsmen came rushing back, and a smile naturally formed.

“Thank you.”

Raon expressed his gratitude to the Light Wind Palace swordsmen and closed his eyes.

Gooooooo!

Using his Heart Sword to examine the inside of the Hell Gate, he saw that the situation had taken a turn for the worse.

‘Is the White Blood Lord absorbing Martha’s and Denier’s souls from the inside?’

He had inflicted significant damage on the White Blood Lord multiple times, yet her soul was hardly any different from before.

It seemed she was holding on by absorbing Martha’s and Denier’s souls inside the Sword Field Creation.

‘I have to kill her as quickly as possible.’

Raon aimed for the White Blood Lord with the Heart Sword he had formed alongside the Soul Requiem Sword, but she mocked him, hiding behind Martha’s and Denier’s souls and fleeing.

‘Damn it!’

The Light Wind Palace swordsmen were holding back the Mara of Blood and Mercy, but too much time had passed, and now simply maintaining the Heart Sword was overwhelming.

The Soul Requiem Sword was helping somehow, but he could feel his mental energy nearing depletion.

Wooooooong!

As if it still had to keep going, the Soul Requiem Sword vibrated so violently that his hand trembled.

‘If you keep fighting like this, you might disappear!’

Raon bit his lip as he saw small cracks bloom across the Soul Requiem Sword’s blade.

Wooooooooong!

Despite knowing its own condition, the Soul Requiem Sword erupted with a more majestic Sword Cry than ever before. He could feel its determination—it had lived for this day.

Hwaaaaaaa!

A green wind flowed from the cracked Sword energy of the Soul Requiem Sword and wrapped around his hand.

As he accepted the cool yet affectionate wind, his exhausted and dizzy mind felt a little clearer.

“If that is your will, I will follow.”

Holding the increasingly cracked Soul Requiem Sword in a reverse grip, he approached the Hell Gate.

“Even if today becomes our final battle together!”

Raon opened his Soul Rank to its limit and thrust the crimson-burning Soul Requiem Sword into the gap of the Hell Gate.

Kwaadeudeudeudeuk!

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“Keheuk!”

Martha knelt in the sea of blood, coughing up a white airstream.

“D-damn it….”

Denier seemed to have lost all strength to fight, breathing only in thin gasps. Raon’s Heart Sword had succeeded in a few attacks, but now it seemed drained, its speed noticeably slowed.

“You talked big, but this is as far as you go.”

The White Blood Lord curled her red lips as if she had expected this.

“It’s not over yet!”

Martha gnashed her teeth as she glared at the White Blood Lord’s face. She wanted to tear that arrogant face apart right now, but the despair of lacking the strength to do so was overwhelming.

“The world has always been about the strong preying on the weak.”

The White Blood Lord smiled thinly and lifted her chin.

“The weak have no choice but to be devoured by the strong.”

As if to put those words into action, she slowly licked her lips.

“I’d rather die than be devoured by you!”

Martha raised her sword, determined to fight to the very end.

“You’re as stubborn as your mother.”

The White Blood Lord sneered as she looked at the mother collapsed behind Martha.

“But in the end, you too will wag your tail before me.”

She extended her hand as if to properly tame her.

“Huuu….”

Just as Martha tried to swing her sword with her nearly strengthless hand, Raon’s Heart Sword inched forward sluggishly, like a worm.

“Ahahahahaha!”

The White Blood Lord burst into uproarious laughter at the sight.

“This is a Heart Sword? It couldn’t even cut a moldy colt!”

Just as she sneered and flicked the approaching Heart Sword with her finger—

Pwoooooooook!

Raon’s Heart Sword erupted with intense light and embedded itself in the White Blood Lord’s chest. It was a speed she couldn’t have reacted to even if she hadn’t let her guard down.

“Kghuk….”

The White Blood Lord’s body staggered heavily. It seemed she couldn’t maintain her balance after being struck off guard.

“Th-this much won’t kill me!”

The White Blood Lord twisted her lips, pulled the Heart Sword embedded in her chest out with both hands, and threw it away.

Kyaaaaaaaang!

The moment Raon’s Heart Sword floated into the air, the red blade shattered into thousands of pieces, and crimson-burning vengeful spirits poured out from within.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The vengeful spirits, who had grown stronger by devouring Blood Energy, became a natural disaster like a tidal wave or a storm—unstoppable by any human—and engulfed the White Blood Lord.

Woooooooooooo!

The vengeful spirits, whose lives had been cut short, who had lost their beloved families, and whose villages, protected for a lifetime, had been destroyed, tore into the White Blood Lord with red teeth as if repaying all their suffering.

“Kyaaaaak! You damn things!”

The White Blood Lord screamed and spewed Blood Energy, but the vengeful spirits, as if they didn’t care about dying, surged forward with their very souls and tore her soul apart.

“Kkyaaaaaaaak!”

The White Blood Lord let out a grotesque scream unlike anything heard before, as if she were feeling excruciating pain.

“This is….”

Just as Martha trembled while watching the vengeful spirits devour the White Blood Lord’s soul, a clear wind blew from behind her.

“Aren’t you going?”

A solemn yet playfully childlike voice. A voice she hadn’t heard in a long time, but could never forget, reached her ears.

“C-could it be….”

When Martha turned her trembling gaze, an Elf with long red hair, tousled messily, waved at her with a smile.

“Long time no see?”

Mad Sword Rimmer. The great swordsman who had sacrificed everything for his disciples and died had returned.

(T/N: HOLYYY FUJCKINNGG SHIITTTT! ITS RIMMMERRRRRRRR!!!)