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"The Blade of Requiem?"
Martha's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the Blade of Requiem enveloped in crimson energy.
'It's Raon...'
That was Raon's Soul Weapon taking the form of the Blade of Requiem. It seemed Raon was determined to fulfill his childhood promise to kill the Leader of the White Blood Religion and save his mother. Despite the life-threatening situation, just knowing Raon was with her made her feel at ease.
"Let's do this."
Martha bit her lip as she rekindled her fighting spirit.
"Hmph..."
Denier let out a surprised sigh, clearly not expecting Raon's Soul Weapon to cross dimensions and reach his Sword Domain.
"This pathetic blade!"
The Leader of the White Blood Religion arrogantly struck the Blade of Requiem with her hand ablaze with bloody energy. *Whoosh!* The Blade of Requiem gracefully dodged her attack as if it had eyes of its own.
"Hah!"
As the Leader of the White Blood Religion snorted and clenched her fist burning with bloody energy, the Blade of Requiem, which had been waiting for an opportunity, struck like lightning and severed the back of her hand. With a sizzling sound, her hand burst open, causing her soul to disperse massively. *Whoosh!*
The Blade of Requiem, seemingly unsatisfied with a single wound, blazed with red energy as it aimed for the Leader of the White Blood Religion's throat.
"Ugh!"
The Leader of the White Blood Religion retreated with an irritated growl. She seemed to have lost much more of her soul than when Martha had struck her.
"Hah!"
Martha didn't miss the opportunity created by the Leader of the White Blood Religion's retreat and quickly got to her feet.
"Urgh..."
Denier seemed to have the same thought as he exhaled deeply and rose from the sea of blood.
"A Soul Weapon, is it?"
The Leader of the White Blood Religion frowned as she examined the wound on the back of her hand that wouldn't heal easily.
"To think someone who isn't even thirty years old could manifest a Soul Weapon, how absurd."
She bared her white teeth as she watched the Blade of Requiem vibrating silently.
"Heaven must have made a foolish mistake."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion clicked her tongue, as if she found Raon's talent more impressive than her own ability to become stronger by possessing different bodies. With a flash, the Blade of Requiem transformed into a beam of light and shot towards her heart, determined to maintain its advantage. *Whoosh!*
The Leader of the White Blood Religion extended her fist, concentrated with soul and Blood Magic, towards Raon's Soul Weapon that was aiming for her heart.
With a deafening boom, her soul-infused fist collided with Raon's Soul Weapon, causing white energy to disperse like mist over the sea of blood. Both Raon and the Leader of the White Blood Religion's soul were simultaneously damaged.
"Hmm..."
However, the Leader of the White Blood Religion seemed to have taken more damage, as her complexion turned even paler. The Blade of Requiem, as if to say it wasn't finished yet, changed direction and pushed its blade towards her waist. With a flash, she deflected the Blade of Requiem that was fiercely descending by channeling her soul into her palm.
The deflected Blade of Requiem didn't fall towards the Leader of the White Blood Religion, but towards the sea of blood.
"No way..."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion narrowed her eyes as she watched how easily the Blade of Requiem had been deflected. The blade immediately rose as if it were completely unharmed and flew towards her again. With a boom, she quickly retreated and hid behind Martha's mother's soul.
The Blade of Requiem, which had been chasing the Leader of the White Blood Religion, suddenly slowed down dramatically when it reached Martha's mother.
"Just as I thought!"
The Leader of the White Blood Religion parted her lips in a wide smile as she casually struck the Blade of Requiem that had slowed down. With a clang, the blade was hit by her fist and sank back into the sea.
"Ahahahaha!"
The Leader of the White Blood Religion burst into maniacal laughter as she watched the red blood dripping from the Blade of Requiem.
"Why, why are you laughing?"
Martha frowned as she looked at the Leader of the White Blood Religion.
"Because I have one more thing to devour."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion smiled with satisfaction as she casually deflected the Blade of Requiem that had been struck from the left.
"One more thing to devour? Surely not that Soul Weapon..."
Martha gaped in disbelief.
"A Soul Weapon is certainly a menacing martial art. After all, it could kill me completely."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion nodded, acknowledging that even she couldn't face Raon's blade head-on.
"But this Soul Weapon is different. It has already consumed much of its power breaking through dimensions to enter your Sword Domain."
She tilted her chin, explaining that because it had to break through dimensions instead of human flesh, the Soul Weapon couldn't display its true power.
"Besides, as you said, this Sword Domain is a place only for you and me. Since it forced its way in, it naturally can't use its full power, like that thing."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion looked down at Denier, who was breathing heavily, with a sneer. As she said, Denier had been forced to enter along with them, entangled between her soul and the Leader's, and couldn't use the original power of his soul.
"Don't laugh!"
Martha yelled at the Leader of the White Blood Religion who was mocking Denier.
"Actually, there's one more reason why Raon Zieghart's Soul Weapon can't move properly."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion deflected the Blade of Requiem that had slowed down while turning her gaze towards Martha's mother.
"There are four souls intertwined in this Sword Domain. Even Glenn Zieghart couldn't destroy my soul alone among the souls connected to different dimensions."
She chuckled, saying that Raon's Soul Weapon had slowed down because it was trying to protect their souls.
"How unfortunate. Your mental support will actually become an obstacle."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion bared her fangs, declaring that she would devour Raon's Soul Weapon as well.
"No, just having that blade here is already a huge help."
Martha shook her head as she raised her sword.
"Because in the end, we will win!"
She charged towards the Leader of the White Blood Religion, following the Blade of Requiem that was unleashing intense Sword Mantras.
"I'll take the initiative!"
Denier stepped forward first, as if trying to protect Martha once again. Two people, a demon, and a single blade clashed in the world of souls, causing the sea of blood to rise to the sky.
***
With a resounding clash, Raon bit his lip as he deflected the heavy greatsword of the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual.
'My head feels like it's going to split.'
Just sending his Soul Weapon through the gates of hell while blocking the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual that was trying to kill Martha and Denier was enough to drive him crazy.
But aiming for only the Leader of the White Blood Religion's soul among the four souls tightly intertwined within the Sword Domain put even more strain on his mind. His head throbbed as if it were actually going to explode.
-I, I don't think even I could do this...
Wrath let out a hoarse groan as he watched the trembling gates of hell.
-Just thinking about it makes me nauseous.
He shook his head, saying that while he could kill the Leader of the White Blood Religion, he couldn't do what Raon was doing.
'...'
Sparing even the strength to respond to Wrath, he pushed back the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual and focused on his Soul Weapon, but the Leader of the White Blood Religion kept escaping by using the others' souls as shields. He wanted to open the gates of hell, grab her by the hair, and slam her against the ground.
'Damn it...'
If his body or his mind had been in good condition, he could have ended this somehow, but he regretted that his body was broken from overwork. With a whoosh, Raon used the Golden Flame Dance to destroy five of the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual's weapons and looked back.
'If there's anyone who can help...'
Larian, Lecross, and Chamber were in such a critical condition that death seemed imminent, let alone being able to help. Evelyn had fainted and couldn't use magic, while Balder couldn't move from his spot as he tried to stop the bleeding from the hole in his abdomen.
'...There's no one.'
It seemed he would have to overcome this with his own strength after all.
'At least with Sword Control.'
He tried to use Sword Control with the fallen Wooden Ring Sword, but his mental strength had reached its limit and he couldn't even lift the sword. The Divine Blood Summoning Ritual, as if determined to follow the Leader of the White Blood Religion's orders until its body disappeared, lowered its wide-spread palm along with dozens of weapons.
Raon blocked the consecutive attacks of the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual by holding the Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem diagonally.
"Ugh..."
Blood spurted from his mouth as intense pain shot through his bones and muscles. Both his body and mind had reached their limit.
'Still, I must resist...'
If he gave in, Denier and Martha's bodies would be completely annihilated without a trace. He had to hold on somehow until the gates of hell opened. With his teeth clenched so tightly that they bled, Raon endured the attack of the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual.
The swords rose on either side of him and began pushing back the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual's weapons.
"Sorry for being late."
Burren bowed his head as he took his position to Raon's right. Despite the dark blood flowing from his mouth, he pushed back the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual's longsword.
"I'm not finished yet..."
Runaan froze the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual's axe until it turned white, then shattered it. His eyes turned red as he looked at Martha, who was in the clutches of the Leader of the White Blood Religion.
"To think the day would come where I would help our Palace Master."
Krein smiled as he deflected a massive spear.
"Please, something weak, please, something weak!"
Dorian wanted the lightest dagger, but what fell on him was the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual's palm.
"Aaaaargh!"
However, despite his screams, he didn't dodge and received the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual's palm head-on.
"Please, focus on your Soul Weapon."
Mark Goetun bowed to him as he helped Dorian deflect the palm that had fallen on him.
"How did you all..."
The Light Wind Palace Swordsmen had collapsed after their aura was completely depleted due to exposure to the bloody energy of the Leader of the White Blood Religion and Denier, so he couldn't understand how they had gotten back up.
"I'm not sure. Did my aura just replenish suddenly?"
"Same here! My aura suddenly increased as if I had taken an elixir and cultivated!"
The swordsmen nodded, saying that high-purity mana had suddenly flowed from somewhere.
'Who.'
Raon frowned as he looked around, but he couldn't sense anyone else's presence.
"Palace Master! That's not important now!"
"Leave this to us and focus on your battle!"
"We'll stop that monster somehow!"
"This is nothing compared to your training!"
The other Light Wind Palace Swordsmen gave Internal Medicine for Wounds to the Five Kings Transcendants and checked on other injured people. Despite being exhausted from the long war and severely wounded by the Leader of the White Blood Religion and Denier, each of his subordinates was doing their part without exception.
Even though the situation was as precarious as a candle in the wind, he couldn't help but smile as he remembered the time he spent with his swordsmen.
"Thank you."
After expressing his gratitude to the Light Wind Palace Swordsmen, Raon closed his eyes. Using his Soul Weapon to look inside the gates of hell, he could see that the situation was worsening.
'Is the Leader of the White Blood Religion absorbing Martha and Denier's souls there?'
Even though he had inflicted significant damage on the Leader of the White Blood Religion several times, her soul seemed untouched from the beginning. It seemed she was holding on by absorbing Martha and Denier's souls within the Sword Domain.
'I need to kill her as quickly as possible.'
Raon aimed at the Leader of the White Blood Religion with his Soul Weapon achieved through the Blade of Requiem, but she mockingly escaped by hiding behind Martha and Denier's souls.
'Damn it!'
Even though the Light Wind Palace Swordsmen were holding back the Divine Blood Summoning Ritual, too much time had passed, and just maintaining the Soul Weapon was overwhelming. The Blade of Requiem was helping as much as it could, but he could feel his mental strength draining.
The Blade of Requiem was vibrating violently enough to make his hands tremble, as if to say they had to keep going.
'If we keep fighting like this, you might disappear!'
Raon bit his lip as he saw the small crack appearing on the edge of the Blade of Requiem. Despite knowing his own condition, the blade unleashed its most magnificent Sword Mantra yet, as if insisting they had to fight. Its determination suggested that it had lived until now for this very day.
The green wind flowed from the cracked blade of the Blade of Requiem and enveloped his hands.
Accepting the fresh but gentle wind, his exhausted and dizzy mind seemed to clear a little.
"If that's your will, I'll follow you."
He gripped the increasingly cracked Blade of Requiem upside down and approached the gates of hell.
"Even if this becomes our last battle together!"
Raon opened his soul realm to the limit as he pushed the incandescent red Blade of Requiem into the gap of the gates of hell.
***
"Kuhak!"
Martha knelt in the sea of blood, coughing up white energy.
"D-Damn it..."
Denier breathed weakly as if he had lost all strength to fight, and even though Raon's Soul Weapon had managed several successful attacks, it had now slowed down noticeably as if it were losing power.
"You talked a lot, but it ends here."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion curved her red lips as if she had expected this.
"It's not over yet!"
Martha gritted her teeth as she looked at the Leader of the White Blood Religion. She wanted to tear that arrogant face apart right now, but she felt desperate for her lack of strength to do so.
"The world has always been the survival of the fittest."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion smiled slightly as she lifted her chin.
"The weak are destined to be devoured by the strong."
She licked her lips as if she was ready to put those words into action.
"I'd rather die than let you devour me!"
Martha raised her sword, determined to fight to the end.
"You're as stubborn as your mother."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion sneered as she looked at Martha's mother lying behind her.
"But in the end, you too will end up wagging your tail at me."
She extended her hand, saying she would train Martha properly.
"Ngh..."
As Martha tried to force her weakened hands to wield her sword, Raon's Soul Weapon slowly advanced like a worm.
"Ahahahaha!"
The Leader of the White Blood Religion burst into laughter at the sight.
"Is this a Soul Weapon? It couldn't even cut a sick foal!"
As she mocked and moved to brush aside Raon's Soul Weapon that was approaching her with her finger, Raon's Soul Weapon suddenly exploded in a bright light and pierced her chest. It moved at a speed that she couldn't have reacted to even if she hadn't let her guard down.
"Kugh..."
The Leader of the White Blood Religion's body swayed violently. She seemed unable to maintain her balance after receiving the blow while she was off guard.
"This level of attack can't kill me!"
The Leader of the White Blood Religion twisted her lips as she pulled the Soul Weapon out of her chest with both hands and threw it away. As Raon's Soul Weapon rose in the air, its red blade shattered into thousands of pieces, releasing fiery red spirits from within.
The vengeful spirits that had been strengthened by devouring bloody energy turned into an unstoppable natural disaster, like a tsunami and a storm, as they enveloped the Leader of the White Blood Religion.
The vengeful spirits who had lost their lives, had lost their loved ones, and had seen their lifelong villages destroyed, tore at the Leader of the White Blood Religion with their red teeth as if to pay for all their suffering.
"Argh! You damned things!"
The Leader of the White Blood Religion screamed and spat out bloody energy, but the vengeful spirits, as if they didn't care about death, tore through her soul and ripped apart her soul.
"Kyaaaaaah!"
The Leader of the White Blood Religion let out a horrifying scream unlike any other ever heard before, as if she was in extreme agony.
"This is..."
As Martha watched the vengeful spirits devour the Leader of the White Blood Religion's soul with trembling hands, a clear wind blew from behind her.
"Aren't you going to go?"
A serious and playful voice at the same time. Although she hadn't heard it in a long time, it was a voice she could never forget.
"No way..."
When Martha turned with trembling eyes, an elf with long, messy red hair smiled at her and beckoned her.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Rimmer, the Light Sword. The great swordsman who had sacrificed everything for his disciples and had died had returned.
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