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“Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance!”
The Leader of the White Blood Religion clenched her fist as she called out to her.
“Have you gone mad? What are you doing?”
She bared her white teeth, growling like a beast.
“Do you realize what you’ve just done?”
The Fallen took a deep breath as he looked at the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance.
“We have an opportunity to kill the Northern Destroyer King, Glenn Zieghart. Instead of helping, you protect the enemy. Why?”
His eyes, normally calm, trembled.
[Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance.]
The Dragon Lord narrowed his golden eyes as he looked down at the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance.
[How am I supposed to interpret this?]
He exhaled white mist, directing his anger from Glenn towards the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance.
"..."
Derus Robert remained silent, silently moving his eyes within his blue dragon helmet.
-I felt it from the moment I first saw him...
Wrath let out a hollow laugh, as if he didn’t believe it.
-That guy is also a madman.
‘Indeed.’
Raon touched his lips, watching Derus’s downcast gaze instead of the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance.
‘He’s bewildered.’
Although Derus maintained a calm expression, his eyes revealed that he was greatly surprised by the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s actions.
‘It means that the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s words and actions were beyond his predictions.’
As soon as Glenn’s ambush failed, Derus called out to the Fallen and the Leader of the White Blood Religion, ordering them to kill Glenn immediately. In other words, knowing that Chamber and King Lecross would appear, he tried to kill Glenn as quickly as possible.
Of course, thanks to the quick intervention of Owen and Balkar, they prevented the second attack before it even began, but Derus didn’t seem particularly nervous then.
‘He should have known that the dragons and the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance would come.’
Thinking that if the dragons and the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance arrived, he could kill not only Glenn but everyone on the battlefield, he must have been waiting for his moment.
‘However…’
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance, obsessed with the sword, defied his expectations. Derus’s eyes trembled, suggesting that he hadn’t anticipated the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance helping our side.
‘I never thought I would see his broken expression twice.’
Seeing Derus’s distorted eyes once more, after the frustrated ambush, my agitated heart calmed down comfortably. It felt like my internal injuries had healed.
“Are you saying that I saved Glenn Zieghart?”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance raised her chin with a cold gaze.
“Have you all hit your heads with swords?”
She let out a hollow laugh, as if she didn’t believe it, looking down at the leaders of the Five Demons.
“What do you mean by that?”
Derus spoke for the first time. He frowned as if he didn’t understand what the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance was saying.
“I also find it hard to understand.”
The mask of a handsome young man that the Fallen wore darkened with confusion.
“The Northern Destroyer King’s condition is at its worst, to put it mildly.”
He frowned, gesturing towards Glenn’s complexion.
“We aggravated the internal injuries from a few days ago, and he’s physically exhausted from the continuous fights. Now that he’s even used his Sword Domain, there’s nothing to fear…”
“Sword Domain?”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance levitated the sword in her hand. She burst into a manic laugh as she brushed her bangs back.
“As I thought, you don’t understand.”
“Excuse me?”
The Fallen frowned as if to ask what she meant.
“That monster weakened by internal injuries and using his Sword Domain? What nonsense.”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s sword resonated with a loud Sword Chant, as if echoing her mockery.
“Let me be clear. I didn’t save Glenn Zieghart, I saved you.”
A chilling light flashed in her golden eyes.
“What do you mean…?”
Derus Robert lowered his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance.
“You two should know, right?”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s eyes swept across the Leader of the White Blood Religion and the Dragon Lord in turn.
“Glenn Zieghart’s true sword isn’t affected by trivial things like internal injuries or aura.”
She twisted her lips as she touched the back of her neck.
“Isn’t it strange? That the blood-sucking idiot who would normally charge at Glenn without thinking is now standing far away as a spectator, playing with Ogram?”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance smiled ironically as she looked at the Leader of the White Blood Religion.
“The same goes for the dragons who won’t come down from the distant sky, even if it means reducing the power of their breath as a result.”
She waved her hand as she turned her gaze towards the Dragon Lord.
“The reason you’re all so afraid is because you’ve faced Glenn Zieghart’s true sword.”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance caressed the blade of the floating longsword with her finger.
“The reason the Leader of the White Blood Religion risked attacking Ogram, why the Black Tower Master is frantically collecting artifacts, why the dragons who should remain neutral have sided with him: it’s all because of Glenn Zieghart’s swordsmanship.”
The Fallen and Derus’s eyes trembled slightly at her objective tone.
“So, when you say you saved us…”
“The moment Glenn would reveal his true skill was when the dragons’ breath obscured his vision.”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance smiled as she caressed the blade of the floating longsword.
“That old fox was waiting for an opportunity to kill you all with one blow. Isn’t that right, Glenn Zieghart?”
She nodded towards Glenn.
"..."
Glenn said nothing. He simply looked at the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance with a pale complexion.
“Ah…”
Raon swallowed as he turned to look at Glenn.
‘Is it true…?’
Thinking about it, Glenn hadn’t been nervous, except when the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance appeared at the end. If what she said was true, it seemed like Glenn was surprised not by the danger, but because the opportunity he had prepared had vanished.
“That’s absurd!”
The Fallen turned around in disbelief.
"..."
[...]
However, the Leader of the White Blood Religion and the Dragon Lord remained silent, as if proving that the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s words were true.
“The Northern Destroyer King was acting… It seems to be true.”
Unlike the Fallen, Derus immediately accepted the situation and bit his lip.
“But how did you read the Northern Destroyer King’s intentions?”
“Because I’ve reached the same level as Glenn Zieghart.”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance curved the corners of her mouth, extending her arms. She laughed, saying that she could now imbue her life and soul into her sword like Glenn.
“The same level…?”
Raon exhaled vacantly as he looked at the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s confident gaze.
‘Wrath!’
-Not quite.
Wrath shook his head slightly.
-The old baker Nadine is still superior. However, that guy has indeed reached a level that can disrupt the balance that the lizards speak of.
He yawned widely after saying that it wasn’t enough yet.
“If you understand, scram.”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance waved her hand as if she was shooing away flies.
“It’s not like I saved you because I like you.”
“Then why did you block the breath?”
Raon frowned as he looked at the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance.
“Because Glenn Zieghart’s sword is too precious to waste on monkeys like you! Only I can test his true sword!”
She extended her arms with eyes full of ecstasy. The only words that came to mind were that she was crazy.
“I don’t like that.”
Derus shook his head firmly as he stepped aside.
“The fact that he hasn’t used such impressive swordsmanship until now means there must be restrictions.”
“You’re not a monkey. No, you’re a swordsman worth facing.”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance licked her lips as she looked at Derus.
“You’re right. Of course, there are restrictions. But for those of us who have dedicated our lives to the sword, those restrictions don’t matter.”
She muttered that Derus could do whatever he wanted if he wanted to die, then stood in front of Glenn.
“I’ve solved the task you gave me, Glenn Zieghart.”
At the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s gesture, her longsword rose with a gentle curl.
“Task…”
Glenn narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance.
“You get crazier every time we meet.”
“Being obsessed with the sword is a happy thing.”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance took a deep breath with her eyes narrowed.
“Step back.”
At Glenn’s gesture, the mages of the Kingdom of Balkar, the knights of the Kingdom of Owen, and the martial artists of the Beast Union who were facing the Five Demons retreated behind him.
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“Old man…”
“I have no idea what’s going on.”
King Lecross, Chamber, and Ogram retreated behind Glenn. However, the three remained tense, ready to move at any moment.
“Raon.”
Glenn nodded to the leaders of the Six Kings and then gestured to Raon.
“Stand beside me.”
“What? What do you mean…?”
“I wanted to show you this.”
He exhaled a breath mixed with the scent of blood after saying in a very low voice that it might be difficult to show it again.
“Do you intend to kill that child?”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance let out a hollow laugh as if she didn’t believe it.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t control my power properly yet.”
“Don’t worry.”
Glenn looked up calmly and shook his head.
“You won’t be able to touch a single hair on his head.”
Glenn shook his head calmly. He waved his hand indifferently even as blood dripped from his lips.
“Fine. It’s a pity, but now a more important feast has been prepared!”
As the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance clasped her hands together, a brilliant light bloomed over her longsword. Along with an ink-colored light, a tremendous aura surged, raising a massive sword that looked as if it would split this world.
“Ugh…”
Raon looked up at the sky, his whole body trembling. The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s Sword Flight was spinning with energy beyond Glenn’s Heavenly Sword.
‘She’s crazy.’
Even indirectly receiving the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s energy, his breath hitched and he felt pain as if his soul was being ripped away. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how to block this monster’s sword.
‘Will you really be alright?’
He turned his gaze towards Glenn who was beside him. His complexion was still pale, and dead blood dripped from his lips. It didn’t seem like he was faking being exhausted.
-He’ll be fine.
Wrath shook his head solemnly.
-Trust your precious old man.
He perched on Raon’s shoulder as if telling him to watch until the end.
‘Hmm…’
Thinking about it, Wrath had never been worried about the Light Wind division since he met Glenn. He only warned that Derus was targeting them, but only expressed anger over the reward he would receive. It seemed as if the outcome of this war was already visible in his eyes.
‘Alright.’
Raon nodded and put strength into his trembling legs. He straightened his back, revealing clear red eyes as if to observe everything.
* * *
“This time, I’ll settle it once and for all.”
With the solemn will of the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance, her longsword moved. Within the enormous wave of energy surging over the black blade, the desire and ecstasy to devour all the swords and swordsmanship of this world burned.
“Soul Devouring Sword.”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s own sword, embodying the life she has lived so far and the life she will live from now on. The absolute technique that would put all the swordsmanship of the continent under her feet, the Soul Devouring Sword, was revealed to this world. Glenn silently gathered his breath as he watched the new dimension of Sword Flight that encompassed the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s life.
‘She’s truly entered that realm.’
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance had indeed reached a different level, as she had claimed. Glenn could feel that her soul had advanced to a higher dimension. There was probably no one crazier than her, who had developed a murderous technique but returned saying she had solved the task.
“Ugh…”
Blood began to seep from Raon’s lips due to the wave of energy emanating from the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance. It seemed hard to bear.
“Raon.”
Glenn opened his eyes calmly as he held Raon’s shoulder.
“It’s okay.”
The martial art he was about to show was swordsmanship he had been able to achieve thanks to Raon. It was a soul sword he had unsheathed as he erased the anger that was rising endlessly and felt new emotions of happiness and joy, thinking of his grandson.
“Feel it with your heart, not your eyes. You should be able to do it.”
Glenn raised the Heavenly Tremor, speaking to Raon in a gentle voice he hadn’t used before. The world itself tries to split towards the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s Soul Devouring Sword. The Heavenly Tremor advances. There is no bright light, no massive wave of aura.
The sword simply advanced with its blade raised as if its sole reason for existence was to strike down the enemy.
But the result created by that small sword was different. The dark clouds parted, the tidal waves subsided, and the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s Soul Devouring Sword was erased. The massive pressure that had covered the heavens and earth was disappearing as if it had never existed.
“What is this…?”
The Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance’s eyes bulged as if they would burst. Red blood spurted from her mouth.
“Now!”
The Leader of the White Blood Religion invoked the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual as soon as Glenn’s sword passed, pouring out all the bloody energy she had condensed. The Fallen also seemed to think this was an opportunity, firing gray magic that combined sacred power and darkness. The Dragon Lord and the ancient dragons attacked again with the breath they had gathered.
“How despicable!”
“These bastards!”
“I knew it!”
“Let them be.”
While King Lecross, Ogram, Chamber, and the Spirit Kings tried to help, seemingly having expected this, Glenn shook his head calmly. He slowly swung the Heavenly Tremor as if it didn’t matter at all. What Glenn was cutting wasn’t the enemy’s aura or martial arts. It was the very existence behind them. It was a sword that split the soul.
[Everyone, fall back!]
“Damn it!”
“W-What is that!”
The Dragon Lord and the leaders of the Five Demons were surprised by the phenomenon caused by Glenn’s sword and abandoned their subordinates, withdrawing their bodies.
“Ughhh!”
Derus Robert threw off the bracelet on his wrist and exploded an aura of death around him. But Glenn’s Heavenly Tremor cut through all the energy present before him, causing a colorless wave. After the wave of pure white sword passed, nothing remained in its path.
“The name of this sword…”
Glenn slowly turned his gaze. He drew a warm smile with a weak gaze that seemed about to disappear.
“The Soul Sword, also, the Heart Sword.”
