Episode 1031
“Haaaaaah….”
Martha let out a ragged breath and lowered her body as if she was going to run away.
“Okay, just a moment!”
Crane ran sideways and grabbed Martha by the wrist.
“You can’t fight right away!”
He shook his head with a pale face, saying that he had something to do first.
“Please come to your senses… Huh?”
Crane yelled at Martha to calm down, then blinked blankly.
“Why are you okay?”
When Martha saw the White Blood Cult, she panicked and ran towards them, thinking they would go crazy, but her eyes were cold and sunken instead.
“I’m not a stupid beggar with a dirty personality.”
Martha raised her fist and slammed it into Crane’s forehead.
“Ugh, I’m sorry… .”
Crane opened one eye and rubbed his forehead.
“Then, first, contact Raon… .”
“Communication is blocked.”
Martha frowned as she looked at the white fog that enveloped the harbor and the town.
“That fog must be blocking the view from the outside and controlling the flow of mana.”
As soon as the White Blood Cult’s ghost ship entered the port, contact with Raon was cut off, so it was clear that the white fog had the ability to block communication with the outside world.
“Raon would have noticed, but just in case… .”
Martha threw the crystal ball she was holding on the floor.
Kyaaaaah!
The crystal ball did not shatter into pieces, but simply disintegrated into dust as if it had never existed in the first place.
‘I’ll contact you with this.’
This crystal ball is an artifact created in the Magic Tower. It is normally used for communication, but if it is broken in an emergency, the location of this side will be revealed to other connected crystal balls.
However, if it were the Raon I knew, he would have already moved his ship and prepared to come this way before breaking the bead.
“Okay, you did well. Then we have to fight… .”
“Wait a minute.”
Martha raised her hand and stopped the crane from running away.
“Yes? Why…?”
“Because we need to know what those White Blood Cult guys are doing.”
We need to know how the White Blood Cult erased the ports without a trace so that we can save the people who have disappeared so far.
Now was not the time to fight, but to watch.
“Oh, I understand.”
Crane nodded, his eyes wide, as if surprised by Martha’s calm judgment.
“Ship, it’s a white blood cell!”
“The White Blood Cult has invaded!”
“Is that long-sleeved shirt the archbishop…?”
“These damn demons!”
The white robe of the Baekhyeolgyo was so famous that people recognized the blood demon and stepped back with trembling lips.
“You dirty bloodsucking bastard!”
A mercenary with a sword strapped to his back stepped forward, his nose wrinkled.
“Where did you come from?”
He drew his sword and shouted, “Get out now.”
“Foolish people.”
The Archbishop stepped forward and removed the hood that had been covering his face. He revealed his refined appearance with blond hair and blue eyes, and he spoke haughtily as if he were a king, calling the people in the port his subjects.
“The mercy of the blood god has come down to you, the ignorant.”
The Archbishop smiled kindly, ignoring the mercenary’s sword aimed at his neck.
“This kid….”
The mercenary lost his temper and swung his sword at the archbishop.
“Good. I will give you the first blessing.”
As the Archbishop clasped his hands together with a sarcastic laugh, the mercenary forcibly stopped the sword he was about to strike.
“What, what is this…?”
The mercenary turned his sword around and stabbed himself in the stomach.
Phew!
He stared blankly at the blood flowing from his stomach, as if he couldn’t believe that he had harmed himself.
Woohoo.
As the Archbishop snapped his fingers, the blood that had been dripping to the ground rose up on its own and flowed towards him.
“What on earth are you doing to me…?”
The mercenary gasped in pain, not understanding the situation.
“I guess I’ll just have to taste it first.”
The archbishop smiled at the bewildered mercenary and licked the blood floating in the air with his tongue.
“Not bad.”
He nodded, saying that it was blood that could be offered to the Blood God.
“Then let’s begin.”
As the Archbishop clasped his hands together, a huge wave rose up in front of the ghost ship he was riding on, sweeping away the village and its people. These were no ordinary waves. They were evil waves filled with blood.
“Kkaaaak!”
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As soon as the mercenary was swept away by the waves, he dropped the sword he was holding and collapsed on the spot. The blood flowing from him seemed to have its own will and was sucked into the ghost ship.
“Damn it!”
“How did this happen?”
“Mom, my body won’t move….”
“It’s a bloodthirsty witchcraft!”
Other mercenaries and villagers were unable to move their limbs and were unable to stop their bodies from being swept away by the waves, and only their lips trembled.
Wooooow!
As the Archbishop let out his bloody spell, the waves of blood grew stronger and stronger, destroying buildings and houses without mercy.
The townspeople also seemed to have lost their strength and stopped resisting, and they froze in place with blank stares.
“let’s go.”
The bloodthirsty ones moved as if they had been waiting, and began to put leashes on the people whose bodies and minds were suppressed and drag them towards the ghost ship.
‘I get it now.’
Martha twisted her lips at the sight of the approaching waves of blood crashing down upon the harbor itself.
‘Why were the ports destroyed without a trace?’
The reason why people disappeared without a trace was because of that archbishop. Because of his mind control powers and the waves of blood, people were dragged onto the ship without even being able to resist.
‘The reason we don’t feel the blood is….’
Martha lowered her eyebrows as she looked at the White Blood Cult’s sailboat, which was creating waves of blood and white fog.
‘It’s because of that boat.’
I don’t know what kind of magic was used to create it, but that ghost ship had the ability to suck human blood and vitality.
Since the bastards had used that ship to completely erase any trace of blood flowing through it, not only himself but even Raon could not help but think that ordinary sea water had passed by.
“Please….”
“Please save me!”
“It would be better to kill me here!”
There were some who did not lose consciousness, but they were unable to move due to the waves of blood and were captured by the demons and dragged away.
“Let the blessing of the blood god be considered glorious.”
As the Archbishop nodded with a pious smile, the demons pulled out their scimitars from their belts.
When the White Blood Cult raids a village, they eat half of the people there on the spot and kidnap the other half to their headquarters. It seemed like they were trying to stick to that doctrine today.
Paaaaaaaah!
The moment the White Cultists were about to swing their scimitars at the necks of the people they had dragged in, a yellow light passed through their heads.
Phew! Phew!
The moment the light subsided, the heads of the white cultists who were trying to kill people fell to the ground, and Martha, with her red hair tied behind her back, stood before the archbishop.
“Nachaldan! Protect the people!”
“I obey your orders!”
As she lowered her sword and stamped her foot, the swordsmen of the Nachaldan who had been hiding among the people rushed forward, creating a strong wind, and cut down the White Blood Cultists.
“If I were the Nachaldan….”
The archbishop lowered his trembling gaze as if he had never imagined it.
“Sieghard’s Tempest!”
He swallowed dryly as he met Martha’s fierce gaze.
“Oh, she’s the girl from the Gwangpungjeon!”
“You haven’t left yet!”
People breathed a sigh of relief, calling out Martha’s name and nickname, as if they now thought she was alive.
“I’m not a swindler.”
Martha looked back and frowned at the people she had called her a naughty girl.
“Even in the midst of all this… .”
The crane shook its head, muttering that it was great.
“Thanks to you, the mystery has been solved….”
Martha stepped forward, wading through the bloody waves of demons and nodding at the Archbishop.
“Now is the time to die.”
***
Phage, phage, phage!
Raon frowned as he saw the location of the port where Martha was hiding appear in the crystal ball he was holding.
‘Did you come that way after all?’
From the moment communication with Marta was cut off, I thought something was strange and prepared to set sail immediately, and fortunately, my judgment was not wrong.
“Your Majesty! Preparations are complete!”
Lavawin bowed his head to him, saying that he could move right away.
“Since the port of Sikot where Lady Martha is is right next door, it won’t take too long.”
He bit his lips as if he was anxious, contrary to his words.
“Then let’s leave right away.”
As Raon nodded, Rabawin turned around and called the sailors.
“Let’s go! Move at top speed!”
Because the situation was urgent, Rabawin took the helm himself and steered the ship.
“I, Lord Jeonju! I have contacted everyone else as well!”
Dorian gasped as he told the scattered inspectors of the Tempest Warfare the location of the port of Sicot where Martha was.
“great job.”
Raon patted Dorian on the shoulder and gestured to the inspectors on board the ship.
“The raid should have already begun. As soon as we arrive at the port, prepare to fight.”
“yes!”
The Gwangpungjeon inspectors raised their hands on the swordsmen as if to tell them not to worry and roared.
“… … .”
As Raon watched the sea flowing by, Dorian paced around the deck, groaning as if he needed to pee.
“what’s the matter?”
“I’m worried about Martha and the others… .”
Dorian bit his lip, worried about Martha and Crane, as he read the fear in Paras’s mind.
“It’s hard to believe Crane, but there’s Martha.”
Raon shook his head calmly.
“If it’s that guy, he’ll protect us without killing anyone until we get there.”
Martha only acts aggressively as a leader because she believes in herself. If she were in the position of leader and gave orders, it was clear that she would act more wisely and calmly than anyone else.
“Is that so?”
Dorian blinked in disbelief.
-Um… .
Lars looked at himself and let out a low groan.
-The King likes the Beef Girl, but I don’t know much about her wisdom.
The guy blinked, saying he couldn’t imagine Martha moving so wisely and calmly.
“You’ll know when you go. Rather, I’m worried about…”
Raon frowned as he watched the sea becoming increasingly rougher despite the bright, cloudless day.
‘This is the smell of blood.’
Before we even reached the port of Sikot, the smell of blood and a strange air began to flow from the sea. It wasn’t just a feeling, something in this sea was actually changing.
‘What on earth is going on….’
It was when Raon was chewing his lips while looking at the sea that was beginning to shake.
Wooooow!
The Jinhon Sword, which had been quiet until now, began to vibrate violently as if it were going to break his own waist.
‘no way….’
Raon swallowed dryly as he grabbed the Jinhon Sword, which was shaking violently as if he had met an enemy.
‘The one who did this….’
***
Kuwaaaaaah!
Martha swung a heavy sledgehammer, ripping apart the waves of blood that were oppressing the townspeople.
“Ooh, it’s moving… .”
“My leg fell off the wave!”
“Get back quickly!”
“Don’t run away alone. Take care of others!”
Those who were freed from the spell of blood moved as if they were crawling and fled to the back of the village.
“Just step back like that.”
Martha nodded to the villagers and approached the archbishop standing in front of the ghost ship.
“I heard he went back, but I didn’t know he’d been hiding for over a month.”
The archbishop frowned as if he found it ridiculous.
“We’re a bit of a monopoly. Unlike you guys who give in to your impulses.”
Martha scoffed, as if ignoring the White Cult itself.
“It’s not like I’m Raon Sieghart, and four years is meaningless!”
The archbishop shook his head sharply and became angry.
“Nothing can stand before the blessing of the Blood God…”
“It’s noisy.”
Martha twisted her lips and brought the sword she held above her head down.
Kuuuuuuuung!
The archbishop urgently gathered his spirit and blocked Martha’s sword that was falling terribly.
“This, this is profit… .”
His whole body trembled as if he was having a hard time blocking Martha’s lightly swung attack.
“Now I know all your tricks?”
Martha curled her lips, red as if they were dripping with blood, and tightened her grip.
“Just die.”
As she let out an eerie laugh, the weight contained in the sword swelled at a terrifying speed, slicing through the archbishop’s blood and tearing his body in half.
“Huh? Euaaaah!”
The archbishop fell to the floor screaming belatedly, seemingly not even feeling his body being torn apart.
“It’s noisy.”
Martha stepped on the altar and crushed the screaming Archbishop’s head.
“her….”
The bloodthirsty demons froze in place, astonished at Martha’s brute force in killing the archbishop with a single stroke of her sword.
“You handle those.”
Martha waved to the inspectors and climbed up the white steps from the schooner.
‘This one comes first.’
There must be a device on this ship that controls the waves and fog of blood. We must destroy it first to save this entire village, not just individuals.
“All right!”
“Leave it to me!”
The cranes and inspectors nodded as if to tell them not to worry and began to fight the remaining bloodthirsty creatures in the port.
After Martha saw that the inspectors were overwhelming the demons, she climbed onto the sailing ship called the Ghost Ship.
‘It’s neat.’
Unlike the exterior, which looked old and like a ghost ship, the interior was neatly finished as if it had been newly built.
However, the deck and walls were engraved with a very thick blood spell, but strangely enough, there was not a trace of blood. This spell seemed to erase any trace of blood spreading from outside.
Srrrrrr!
The bloodthirsty men on deck drew their scimitars, wary of the intruder.
“How can we stop the tsunami and fog?”
Martha nodded at the bloodthirsty demons who were causing her to live.
“… … .”
The bloodthirsty ones did not respond, but slowly approached. They instinctively sensed the difference in power, but they did not back down.
“Yeah. You guys are that kind of people.”
Martha muttered something good and slashed her sword at the demons on her right.
Kwaaaaang!
As her sword passed, the demons behind it burst apart without leaving a trace of flesh behind.
“We can stop it if we kill them all and beat them to pieces.”
It was when Martha twisted her lips and approached the demons inside.
Squeak.
The door to the cabin above the sign opened, and a middle-aged man with a bald head and a round, apple-like belly walked out, carrying two wide-eyed women in his arms.
“Stupid things… .”
The middle-aged man with the bald head clicked his tongue in disappointment and kicked the bloodsucker in front of the cabin.
Phew!
It wasn’t that cold, but the vampire vomited crimson blood and never got up again.
‘That’s….’
Martha frowned as she looked at the dead demon.
‘Did it explode from within?’
It looked like he was just kicking lightly, but it was clear that he had killed the demon by exploding the energy from within. It wasn’t a transcendental, but it was a warrior of a higher level than him.
“you….”
Martha chewed her lip as she looked at the pot-bellied bloodsucker.
“Apostle.”
“Don’t you know me?”
A pot-bellied middle-aged man raised his chin haughtily and frowned.
“I am the ninth apostle to serve Him.”
He called himself one of the nine apostles and laughed heartily.
“You are quite pretty. I should give you the blessing of the blood god as well.”
The 9th apostle flicked his tongue and ran his fingers over Martha’s body, then bit the neck of the woman next to him.
“Hmm… .”
He frowned slightly as he looked at Martha, who was standing there calmly even after seeing a person die.
“I heard from the 10 apostles that she was a beastly woman, but she’s surprisingly good.”
The 9th Apostle spat out the woman’s flesh on the floor and smiled coldly. He must have heard everything the Archbishop said, because he knew his true identity.
“I didn’t know that provocation wouldn’t work.”
“If I fall for such cheap provocation, the one who taught me will cry.”
Martha raised her sword, her eyes unwavering.
“I won’t say I’ll save you. I just…”
He nodded without avoiding the eyes of the women who were dying in the hands of the nine apostles.
“I will make sure that you get revenge.”
Martha charged towards the Nine Apostles, her aura thicker than life.
Kuwaaaaang!
