Sword Emperor Reincarnated as a Sword Master Chapter 116

Geomje reincarnated as a swordsmith (116)

“That’s a bit hard to understand.”

Leonard couldn’t accept that easily.

It had to be that way.

This was all the more so because it was the words of Herman, the enemy who had made me prepare for the plan of a two-party battle even after mobilizing the Hwangryongsik, which was not even completed properly.

Herman, a swordsman who perfectly wielded a four-handed cutlass, was clearly an expert who had almost reached the end of the Transcendental Blade. Even the person from his past life, the Geomje Yeon Moo-hyeok, cannot dare to guarantee victory or defeat. And the combat ability of Leonard, who defeated Herman, was equal to or half as great as his.

But is Pablo at a level where the two of them can’t even stand a chance of winning?

“It’s not like we’ve reached the halfway point.”

“Well, that’s right. “If Pablo had reached that level, Atlantis would have already been in his hands.”

Herman did not deny that either.

‘From the Hyeonkyung level onward, if the ranks are not equalized first, the match itself will not be successful.’

Demigod.

It was a stage where one went beyond the level of interfering with the laws of energy and spirit and began to enforce one’s own laws or exert power beyond the framework of the material world itself.

Even Simma, who only had a small portion of that power, was able to overwhelm three or four people of the transcendental level. Without the Five Colors River, Leonard’s chances of winning would have been nil.

If Pablo has stepped into that territory, there is no reason to worry about Bermuda or its citizens. All I had to do was take control of the Maritime Alliance with overwhelming force and immediately achieve my goal.

“It’s too strong for a transcendental vessel, but it’s not like it’s reached the halfway point. I never felt any sign of magic or spirits, and I didn’t receive any help from any artifacts. “Isn’t it suspicious?”

“surely.”

“I’ve been at Moby Dick for almost 10 years, but Pablo and his friends are a bit strange. “In many ways, we are different from a normal adventure group.”

Unless you have been scammed into a contract like Vivian did in the past, the order within the adventure group is bound to be closer to horizontal than vertical.

Adventurers visit an adventure group of their own volition or join through the adventure group’s recommendation. The withdrawal was the same. If they were dissatisfied with each other’s performance or compensation, they could get out by paying a penalty for the remaining contract period.

Although those who give orders and those who follow can be distinguished based on their skills and positions, they are fundamentally not superiors and subordinates.

“But Moby Dick’s gang follows his orders without a word, even if they tell him to die? Even those who have died or gone missing are suddenly replenished… .”

There was no way that A-class adventuring corps, especially Moby Dick’s 1st tier, which was at the top, was that common. As if there was a bigger and more powerful group lurking behind the Moby Dick adventure group.

Leonard felt a familiar sense of déjà vu from that guess.

Blood religion.

A group that infiltrated hundreds of Buntas into the Jeongdo Murim and Sado Murim and unleashed an invasion, causing enormous damage.

What if Moby Dick is a suborganization somewhere, just like it was back then?

‘It is highly likely that Atlantis has already been eroded by their forces, or that the encroachment has progressed significantly.’

And when he becomes convinced that he can devour the entire union, he will throw off his mask overnight.

Aquamarine 8 years ago must have been the biggest obstacle for them.

If it had gone just a little further, all the forces that were not involved in the conspiracy would have risen up. It would have been a gamble, even from the perspective of Pablo and those behind him.

As a result, it succeeded somehow, and Pablo became a powerful figure in the ‘United Council’.

Leonard’s eyes naturally narrowed.

‘Have you taken control of two types of power: violence and power?’

There were similar cases in my past life memories.

Gate of defeat.

It was a Shinheungmun sect with a history of less than a hundred years, and it was a place where the munju of the time rose to the top of the transcendental master through talent and even served as an elder of the Murimmaeng. No one could have expected that the founders of the faction of the faction of power would have been blood cultists.

It was a case that Prince Cheongi was able to catch by investigating several leaks of confidential information.

‘… ‘Bermuda’ will also be moving slowly.’

According to Leonard’s prediction, Pablo was not just a person crazy about power, but someone who acted as someone’s stooge.

If even that stooge was powerful in the ‘United Council’, it would not have been difficult to infiltrate ‘Bermuda’. Even the influence of Jack Russell, the chief elder of the Magic Tower, was ultimately nothing more than an external force.

Pablo, who was growling in front of me, was too distant to pay any attention to me.

Also, if Herman escaped from Moby Dick, there was only one person who could stand against him.

“You are free now. “Move wherever your heart leads you.”

Leonard looked towards Herman and spoke firmly.

“From here on, I will move alone.”

* * *

The auditorium of 〈Bermuda〉.

At the place where Pablo had called the adventurers for an emergency call, an executive standing on the podium cautiously opened his mouth.

Unlike the previous days, there were not many adventurers who came to Bermuda. Although he did not have the ambition to advance to the ‘United Parliament’ like Pablo, he was not completely devoid of political insight.

Most people had guessed what would be announced again today.

“… Starting from this time, we will confirm the charge that Leonard of the Aquamarine Adventurers murdered Luciano, the son of Pablo, the leader of the Moby Dick Adventurers. “I notarize the benevolent relationship between Pablo L. Orlando Peterson and Leonard, and at the same time acknowledge Pablo’s revenge and Leonard’s self-defense.”

Then the adventurers gathered in the auditorium snorted or shrugged their shoulders and sneered.

“fixed position? “Didn’t I say jerk-off wrong?”

“Bermuda has gone as far as it can go. “If Njord were alive, he would have killed the old man who said that nonsense right now.”

It was a natural reaction.

What the Bermuda executive said seemed fair at first glance, but considering Pablo and Leonard’s position, it was like giving them a license to kill.

“I would like to thank Bermuda for its fair judgment. “Now I can go and avenge my son.”

Anyway, Pablo left Bermuda, ignoring the criticism of those gathered there.

Although it was a formality, the ruling itself was made.

Now the kid was dead.

It was surprising that Francis and Jack Russell, as well as all members of Aquamarine, did not show up… Even if it did show up, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference, so it wasn’t a big deal.

Pablo, riding the four-horse carriage waiting in front of Bermuda, leaned in and said,

“To the guild house. “Report what you have researched on the way.”

“Yes, Captain.”

The person sitting in the coach seat answered in a polite manner.

He waved the reins once, and the horses began to walk towards Area 3 with a gentle gait.

“The adventurers who have become ‘compatriots’ so far are 11 A-rank and 217 B-rank. If we can recruit all those who remain as collaborators, there will be 38 A-ranks and 420 B-ranks.”

Pablo muttered as if he knew that would happen.

After all, A-rank adventurers don’t fall for it easily.”

“yes. Because they already have so much, most of them do not know how to be thankful for His grace. “It was relatively easier to recruit B- or C-ranks who were blocked by talent barriers.”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s not A-rank as long as the ‘compatriot’ qualifications are good enough. If you are held in His arms, any talent can be given to you. Obedience and obedience are probably more important virtues.”

We secretly exchange unknown stories.

If someone were here, they would have realized the existence of the conspiracy even without knowing the context.

But no one approached Pablo’s carriage.

“Captain.”

The member of the coachman opened his mouth with an anxious look.

“Last night Herman Melville left the Guildhouse with The Eye. “Currently, the members are tracking his whereabouts, but since he is a powerhouse of the Transcendental Realm, tracking him down itself seems to be difficult.”

“what… ?”

A small crack appeared on Pablo’s expressionless face.

Herman Melville.

Before I knew it, that name had become boring. It was nice to defeat a guy I ran into by chance, see through his nature, and take him under my command. There would be no one anywhere in the world who would reject the powerhouse of Transcendence because of his shortcomings.

However, Herman would not participate in anything that went against his values, and he tended to prioritize his desire to win over Moby Dick’s interests or Pablo’s goals.

The reason I left him alone without killing him until now was because the benefits of the Transcendence’s power were greater than the accident.

“——That won’t work.”

Pablo finally decided to cut him off.

“They said they placed him under his command because of his transcendent power and nature that was not limited by good or evil… “There is no reason to keep alive a person who will not bow down to me and him.”

“That’s what you said.”

“Okay, let’s go and find Herman’s whereabouts. Report the location immediately once discovered. “I will handle it myself.”

“According to the will of the chosen one.”

With the last words that could sound like secret language, the story that was going on in the carriage came to an end.

Not long after that, the chariot arrived in front of Moby Dick’s guildhouse. As one of the top three adventurers in Class A, its exterior is as grand as a villa belonging to a high-ranking noble or royal family.

However, as I passed the door decorated with platinum and marble and entered, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.

“““We await the orders of the chosen one.”””

In a space comparable in size to the main auditorium of Bermuda, hundreds of people whose uniforms were suspicious were lined up.

Six snake heads depicted on black robes.

He was a foreign worshiper.

They were also the ones whose purpose was to have the foreign god who reigned over the seas of the other world, [The One Who Tears To shreds], descend on Atlantis. An organization that has been hiding in these waters since the founding of the Maritime Union and has continued to carry out plots to this day.

Pablo was the head of the organization and was literally a ‘Chosen’ chosen by foreign media as an apostle.

“Listen.”

Pablo spoke, sitting on a chair that resembled a throne, where he could overlook the worshipers.

The voice echoed darkly inside the auditorium.

“There are not many days left until our God comes.”

The worshipers who were delighted with his voice trembled involuntarily and bowed their heads more deeply, spreading an ominous presence.

Those gathered here could no longer be called human.

“If we sacrifice the entire sea of ​​Atlantis, our god will surely give us favor! In a world where the absence of the throne has continued for more than a thousand years, we are making a contribution so that He can reign! “Starting with this maritime union, the day will come when the seas, lands, and even the sky of the world bow to its majesty!”

As Pablo’s speech progressed, the worshipers gathered there revealed their true, even grotesque, appearances.

There were people with eyeballs sprouting from their foreheads, cheeks, or nape of their necks.

There was a person whose entire skin was covered with shiny scales.

There was a person whose hair had all turned into a snake-like shape and was squirming.

There was someone who cried out with excitement in an ultrasonic voice.

It was evidence that every single one of them had received the power of a foreign body and had become stronger and more heterogeneous than before. In terms of physical ability that surpasses three or four small boundaries, amplification of mana, vitality, and regenerative power, it was already superior to trolls.

““““Σκύλλα! Σκύλλα!””””

The worshipers chanted the blasphemous name of the foreign god and bowed their heads to the leader.

“For Σκύλλα.”

Pablo, the Apostle of the Foreign Gods, quietly declared, looking down at the worshipers prostrating before him.

“Color the seas of Atlantis with the blood of non-believers. Then the truly great kingdom of God will unfold.”

It happened in the heart of the capital Atlantis.

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