Genius Salsu of the World to Be Destroyed - Chapter 80



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Episode 80

The second form of the bloodletting rite, Hong Il-hwa (紅日花).

A technique in which three sword strikes intersect at a single point almost simultaneously.

Therefore, it was a one-point crushing technique that could certainly destroy only the point of intersection.

Peeing-

The sword strike left a trail of red flowers in the air.

Apart from the ominous murderous intent it contained, the shape created by the sword marks was exquisite.

Kaang!

A golden slash shot up like an awl.

A red sword spread out like a flower to block it.

The two interlocked at their exact centers, collided, and disappeared.

“Hmm.”

The Pope let out a short sound, as if he was annoyed.

And in the meantime, Youngsoo settled on the floor without any injuries.

‘This is the sword room.’

Youngsoo quickly looked around.

It was a huge rectangular room.

Marble statues lined the walls on both sides, and as the name of the room suggests, there were hundreds of swords stuck in various places.

Those swords were not ornaments.

These are famous swords, each of which boasts considerable value.

But the best of them was stuck far behind the Pope’s back.

A sword that stands alone and firmly on the altar.

A sword whose value cannot even come close to that of all other swords.

The legacy of the greatest warrior.

A piece of glorious history.

A sword revered by all elves.

Thus, a sword that can put you at the center of elven social hegemony simply by possessing it.

Holy Sword Kairus.

Yeongsu’s gaze was directed at the sword.

The king asked.

“Are you curious?”

Yeongsu answered with a sly smile.

“It would be strange if you came all this way and didn’t feel greedy.”

“A single insect covets such a large lump of sugar.”

“Hey, almost all of your kids were killed by that bug.”

“… … .”

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Yeongsu looked at the weapon the King was holding.

The Pope held the Holy Sword in his hand and placed it on the altar.

An unknown longsword with a blade that shines golden.

And Youngsu looked at the face of the king.

It was strange.

Despite his position as the highest adult in the Great Temple, the Pope’s appearance was quite young.

Compared to other cardinals, his body was much more robust.

‘Probably because of the Holy Sword.’

Because just holding the Holy Sword grants you significant physical buffs.

As the one who stayed in this sword room the longest was the Dharma King, it is likely that he was also most influenced by it.

But his eyes clearly showed the years he had spent.

Sharp yet blurry eyes at the same time.

It was the eyes of an old man.

At that moment, Swaus, who had been waiting above the hole, came down into the room.

Pakang!

Swaus, who strikes the ground with his sword just before hitting it, thus counteracting the impact of the fall.

The king who saw this said:

“With that sword… I can’t believe it. Is that Swaus?”

Eyes that can see through the sword’s owner just by seeing a single swing, not even a single stroke.

It was a frightening insight.

Swauss took off his mask.

“… I guess there’s nothing to hide.”

“You escaped from prison. Next time, we should do a thorough inspection of the twisted prison.”

“Well, if there’s a next time for you.”

Sling.

Swauss pointed his sword at the Pope.

“I’ll kill you, Sabine.”

Swaus called the Pope by his real name.

When the king heard that, he shook his head and said.

“That’s ridiculous confidence.”

“Let’s see if you can still make that sound after being hit by my sword.”

“That won’t happen. The funeral song for you is already being played.”

“… … ?”

“Can’t you hear me?”

“what…….”

Towering.

At that moment, Swauss realized that his legs were not moving.

It wasn’t just the legs.

Waist, arms, neck, even the tongue.

Almost every part of my body seemed paralyzed and unable to move.

But the sensation was vivid and alive.

Swauss could feel it through his clearly alive auditory organs.

The song of death that digs into my ears.

‘chant……!’

Stone statues standing along the walls of the sword room.

Songs were flowing out of the mouths of those stone statues.

This is a magic, a chant that works with voice and pitch.

It was a magic that could produce a myriad of effects depending on how the sounds and lyrics were combined and arranged.

What is probably flowing out of the mouths of those stone statues now is .

It was a hymn that paralyzed and stiffened the body of those who heard it.

‘Ugh… …!’

It started out as a small murmur and gradually grew louder, so Swauss didn’t notice the hymn starting.

Even though I clearly knew of the existence of those choir statues.

‘Wait a minute, then… … .’

Swauss desperately rolled his eyes and looked at Youngsoo.

‘… I’m screwed.’

Yeongsu also didn’t move at all.

The stiffened limbs were exactly like Swaus.

‘Kkaaaah… …!’

Swaus desperately resisted the pressure of the Holy One by accelerating the circulation of mana within his body.

But no matter what I did, the paralysis did not go away.

This hymn is not a solo sung by one person, but a duet sung by many people.

That’s why the magic’s effects were stronger than expected.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’

The king walked towards the two who could not move an inch.

With a golden longsword in hand.

“This is the sword used by the warrior Karvan, known as the Golden Chain King. This will be the utmost courtesy in executing you who have come all this way.”

The king stopped in front of the leader.

“You’ve killed so many. I can feel the screams of my 227 compatriots swirling inside you.”

“… … .”

“Well then, that’s it.”

wickedness-

The Dharma King swung his golden blade towards the leader’s neck.

Swauss shut his eyes tightly.

Is this really the end?

After overcoming so many difficulties, the only ending I got was this pointless death?

‘shit……!’

That moment when I had no choice but to give up everything.

Kaang!

An inaudible sound was heard.

‘uh?!’

Why do I hear a crunching sound when I cut someone’s throat?!

… As Swaus opened his eyes, he saw something surprising.

This is the appearance of Yeongsu deflecting the sword of the Pope Sabine with his sword.

The Pope was also greatly embarrassed.

“Hmm… … !”

Youngsoo’s mouth was smiling.

Because of the joy of knowing that one’s predictions were correct.

The Pope, on the other hand, was a little embarrassed.

“how……?”

Yeongsu was never under the spell of the Holy Family from the beginning.

From the moment I entered the sword room, my hearing was turned off with the sense-blocking skill.

Because I knew full well that there would be a trap using the hymn.

After that, he pretended to be paralyzed by the hymn and brought the Pope close to him.

And after blocking the Dharma King’s attack and breaking his posture, he counterattacked in one breath.

‘The first form of the bloodletting technique, Hongmu.’

An indiscriminate strike that accelerates the blade with blood.

Dozens of sword strikes left eerie red trails in the air.

Of course, on top of the Pope’s skin too.

Chahak!

“Ugh… … !”

The Pope quickly stepped back, clutching the wound across his chest.

Youngsoo didn’t stop there.

Sreung!

Two greatswords taken out of inventory.

Swinging the two greatswords held in his hands forward, Youngsu activated his skill.

—-

[Skill] ‘Blast Smash Sword’ activated.

—-

The blades of the two greatswords exploded and scattered in all directions.

Quagwaquagwaqua!

The flying blade fragments shattered the marble statues lined up along both walls.

The hymns flowing from the mouths of the stone statues also stopped.

Yeongsu muttered as he threw the knife on the floor, leaving only the handle remaining.

“I got one annoying thing out of the way.”

And it restored my hearing, which had been turned off.

Then, Swaus’s grumbling voice was heard from the side.

“No, if you knew there was a trap, you could have told me in advance… …!”

There was a reason why Youngsoo didn’t tell me in advance.

This level of multi-voice magic wasn’t something that could be blocked by covering your ears.

Unless you completely turn off your hearing like Youngsoo, you will definitely get hit.

That’s why I didn’t say anything.

But I could at least let it go.

Phew phew!

Youngsoo put pressure on acupuncture points all over Swaus’ body.

“Ugh!”

The paralysis that had been weighing down Swauss’s body was lifted.

At the same time, I was struck by a sudden loss of strength.

“The paralysis has been lifted, but it will take some time for strength to return.”

“then…….”

“Stay back for a moment.”

Sigh.

Yeongsu turned his gaze towards the king.

The Pope was still bleeding, but surprisingly his expression was calm.

There was no particular hostility or anger toward Youngsoo in his expression.

The king said.

“Yes, there is no cowardice in fighting.”

A short, chuckling laugh escaped the Pope’s lips.

“What is your name?”

“Cheon Yeong-su.”

“Okay, Cheon Yeong-su. How much strength do you plan to use to deal with me?”

Yeongsu said, holding two swords in each hand.

“electrical energy.”

“Excellent.”

Phew!

Okay!

A sword that had been stuck in the floor flew into the Dharma King’s hand.

And the two ran towards each other.

Dual swords vs. dual swords.

The two directions of murderous intent collided.

Kaaaaang!

A sharp, clanging sound echoed in all directions.

Shhhhhhh!

At the same time, a blood mist began to pour out from Youngsoo’s body and cover the area.

Blood type 0, bloodless.

A wide-area detection skill that scatters blood fog linked to one’s own consciousness in all directions.

There was nothing that Youngsoo could not detect in this bloody fog.

For example, swords that were stuck in the ground suddenly started to shoot up into the sky.

Phew phew!

The drawn swords decorated the air.

All the swords in the Sword Room are strongly intertwined with the Dharma King’s consciousness.

Because of this, the Dharma King could freely control all these swords, as if he were a kind of swordsman.

Ss …

The tips of the rising swords all aimed at the leader.

And in the next moment, the swords poured down like a shower.

‘… … !’

An alarm went off in Youngsoo’s head.

Even if just one of them touches you, it’s a fatal blow.

‘The first form of the bloodletting technique is reformed, Hongwu Hoecheon.’

A defensive technique that deflects attacks that fly in all directions without regard to front, back, left, or right, rather than just forward.

Kagagaga River!

Yeongsu desperately fought off the flying knives.

It didn’t stop there.

‘The second form of the bloodletting technique, Hong Il-hwa and Ssangcheon.’

Peeping!

Hong Il-hwa uses both hands simultaneously with almost no delay.

Yeongsu quickly closed the distance and began to pressure the king.

“Ugh!”

The Dharma King quickly called in nearby swords and created a wall of swords.

The wall collided with two flying swords.

Kaaaaang!

Another shock occurred, enough to make the atmosphere tremble.

At the same time, the swords that had formed the wall were unable to withstand the impact and fell in all directions.

“Keugh… … !”

“Whoaaaa… … !”

The two, with the wall gone, exchanged desperate blows again.

Because neither of them had any leverage in this battle.

Yeongsu knew everything about the King’s fighting power and abilities.

The Dharma King’s abilities were limited to his swordsmanship and the ability to control the swords here.

Of course, it was true that he had great ability.

But, in light of his lofty position as the Pope, it was a simple ability that did not seem all that flashy or fatal.

But simplicity has something in common with solidity.

Because it was extremely simple, it had no particular weaknesses.

In the end, what was needed to defeat the Pope was not an exploration of weaknesses or extraordinary strategies.

Just fight and destroy with pure skill.

There was no other way.

So, the future knowledge that Youngsoo had was of no use here now.

Just bumping into things.

The King and the Dharma King.

The two were each other’s worst enemies in this war.

Kagagaga River!

Watching this maddening fight before his eyes, Swauss felt a little dizzy.

Is a fight like that possible?

The thought came first, and then… … .

‘What should we do with the Holy Sword?’

The thought of this covered my mind.

‘…Is it best for those two to perish together?’

But Swaus shook his head.

Youngsu was a benefactor and a comrade.

Are you expecting mutual destruction with the enemy?

Swauss felt disgusted at himself for even briefly allowing such a thought to enter his mind.

but…….

‘What if Cheon Yeong-su also covets the Holy Sword?’

In that case, can I fight?

And can you win?

Even if I win, will I be able to hold the Holy Sword with peace of mind?

At that moment, all these thoughts were swirling around in his head.

Clatter-

The holy sword stuck in the altar began to move little by little.