The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 114

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 114

Thomas de Torquemada (3)

The meteor shower, drawing upon its life force, instantly shifted its momentum.

Red energy spread in all directions, pressing down on the very air.

This alone restricted the Holy Knights’ movements.

They were supposed to be the strongest in this sacred domain.

Yet, one individual’s power surpassed theirs, seizing control of the flow.

“Now, I’m starting to warm up a bit.”

He cracked his neck, having instantly blown away the Holy Knights who had surrounded him, and looked ahead.

Before him stood two Holy Knights, beads of sweat trickling down their faces.

The confidence that they could kill Meteor Shower together had vanished completely.

The power of the one standing before them felt overwhelmingly immense.

If they were mere wild beasts, Meteor Shower was a towering mountain.

“Didn’t you say you were going to kill me? Then you should hurry up and attack, instead of just standing there like idiots.”

At Meteor Shower’s words, the two Grand Knights shot off the ground.

The two swords drew smooth arcs, lunging at Meteor Shower from both directions.

Perfect timing, where blocking one side would leave you vulnerable to the other.

A flawless combined attack displayed by those who had practiced together countless times.

However, Meteor Shower blocked both attacks with a single movement.

The attack from the right was blocked with the tip of his sword, and the attack from the left with the end of the hilt.

A divine skill made possible by the perfectly timed attacks.

“This crazy…!”

“If you feel lacking, you can wake up that unconscious guy over there and come at me as a trio.”

*Paang.*

Once again, the energy wave erupting from Meteor Shower pushed them away.

Unable to resist the intense energy, they tumbled helplessly on the ground before getting up.

It didn’t hurt, but it felt humiliating.

To be pushed back without even being able to lay a hand on him.

Mustang, one of the Five Grand Knights, gritted his teeth and shouted.

“What are you all doing! Kill that man! Wake up Belen!”

He rebuked the Holy Knights who couldn’t come to their senses and shot forward, drawing flames from his sword.

The Five Grand Knights each possessed various supernatural abilities, and Mustang was able to control blue flames.

“I am the Azure Flame Knight, Mustang! You heretical bastard is not worthy to stand before me!”

“Azure Flame or whatever…”

Meteor Shower frowned and took a step forward.

With a concise motion, he deflected Mustang’s sword, which was covered in blue flames, with his life force, saying.

“To call yourself a knight with such poor swordsmanship, aren’t you ashamed?”

Shouldn’t a knight possess the skills worthy of being called a knight, and the conviction to match?

At least, that’s what Meteor Shower thought.

The sword covered in blue flames, which he had deflected, changed direction and lunged at Meteor Shower again.

“Hmm?”

“Die! The Lion’s Song will be the last flame you see!”

The blue flames lunging at him took the form of a lion.

It bared its fangs, extending its massive forepaws.

The overflowing mane emitted heat that seemed to melt even steel.

It was certainly hot.

But…

‘Compared to Hong Seo-hwa’s flames, this is just sauna level.’

How could a dragon’s fire be compared to such flames?

If the lion before him was just a match flame, Hong Seo-hwa’s flames were a bonfire.

Still, either way, it was a flame that wasn’t very hot to him.

“To me, lions and cats are all the same.”

He lightly swung his sword.

The life force imbued with red aura touched the lion’s forehead, and the moment it did, the lion burst apart and scattered into the air.

Then, as he swung upwards from below, an updraft formed, sucking up stone fragments and Holy Knights.

“Hoo…”

The sucked-up Holy Knights rained down from the sky.

Every time they fell, the sound of something breaking echoed eerily.

May, as summer approached, was the season when Holy Knights rained down from the sky.

Meteor Shower walked through the Holy Knights who were making crunching sounds as they fell to the ground, then turned his head.

“Finally, all five of you are gathered. The Eagle Five Brothers…”

Belen, who had fainted, had already woken up, and the two who were fighting had stepped back to escape the updraft.

And the two knights who had been heading towards Jeanne also sensed something was amiss and returned.

The five Holy Knights, the pride of the Vatican, gathered together and stared at Meteor Shower.

Fervent gazes were fixed on him.

“Who, who the hell are you!”

“I’m the heretic you guys love so much. You kept singing about heretics, so I came to deliver a heretic side kick… but unlike my intention, I only broke your nose. Sorry.”

“What are you talking about!”

It seemed to be the limit of the translation magic.

It seemed that he had failed to convey the nuance of ‘heretic’ and ‘heretic side kick’.

If they had understood, they would have been clutching their stomachs and laughing…

Anyway.

“Come at me. All five of you.”

At his words, Belen shouted.

“Everyone! Authorize full power deployment! Tear that heretic apart with all your might!”

At Belen’s cry, the five Holy Knights emitted lights of different colors from their entire bodies.

At the same time, the energy that was felt was amplified more than twice.

A phenomenon that occurred as the divinity within them resonated.

Meteor Shower raised the corners of his lips at the divinity he felt from them.

‘Yeah, this is what I’m talking about.’

The five Holy Knights, who reminded him of the old days, each raised a different attribute of energy from their swords.

Fire and light, wind and water…

The last one was a bit ambiguous. He had wrapped his sword in wood, and it was hard to understand what use that was.

Whether they had temporarily amplified their overall abilities using divinity, the five knights charged at a different speed than before.

Their advance swept up the Holy Knights scattered around, sending them flying far away in a storm.

Meteor Shower took a long breath and grabbed his sword with both hands.

Then, he pulled it towards his shoulder, lowering his stance.

With his breathing, his heart throbbed heavily, sending aura to every part of his body.

As the red aura coursing through his blood vessels awakened the senses of his entire body, the world gradually began to move slowly.

Splitting 1 second, splitting it, splitting it, and splitting it again…

Meteor Shower was the only one who could recognize the correct time in a world where everything had slowed down.

The five were approaching, drawing different curves and straight lines.

The abilities they created were like painting a picture with bright colors on the canvas of the air.

‘The wood is a feint.’

The real thing seemed to be earth, not wood.

Looking back slightly, a sharp spear made of metal was being created in real time.

A plan to stab him in the back, taking advantage of the chaos in the front.

Meteor Shower chuckled and swung his life force in a world that had almost stopped, splitting the spear.

Then, he took one step, two steps forward.

Then, he lightly tapped the tips of the five swords with the tip of his sword.

Following that, he passed by the five, slowly closed his eyes and opened them, escaping the slowed world.

The first thing that caught his senses in the world that had returned to normal was the clear sound of swords colliding.

Five resonance sounds heard almost simultaneously.

*Jjeoeong…*

Then, a storm raged.

Moving normally in a slowed world meant moving damn fast in the original world.

The aftermath of the speed that the five knights couldn’t even follow with their eyes was beyond imagination.

For a moment, it broke the sound barrier.

A sonic boom swept behind Meteor Shower, and deafening roars and storms raged incessantly.

The palms of the knights holding the swords were torn apart, and their arms were twisted and bones protruded.

The supernatural abilities were also shattered and no longer functioned, and soon they lost consciousness and rolled on the floor.

It was fortunate that they had not lost their lives in the meantime.

‘I’ve become too soft. To just let them live, thinking there might be a chance.’

They were already incapable of fighting.

If Thomas was fine even after being killed, he could be killed then.

The so-called Five Grand Knights collapsed without even uttering a death cry.

Meteor Shower, looking down at them writhing in pain on the floor, said.

“Now, stop sending out innocent guys and come out yourself.”

-…To think you would defeat all the Five Grand Knights who received holy power. It seems you have received the power of an evil god. As expected, it’s like the last trial God is giving me…

“You’re a delusional patient. Do you really think God cares about humans?”

God is not an altruistic being.

Meteor Shower felt that painfully in another world.

“God has no interest in humans.”

It was the same when he met Luna before. He seemed to care about the Towel Tribe in his words.

But there was no sincerity in it. To Luna, they were just one of the races that worshiped her arbitrarily.

The other gods were the same.

The god of the elves, who are called the gods’ favorite race, is a god they created.

Humans may love gods, but gods do not cherish humans.

If God really cherished humans, the world wouldn’t be like this.

‘And he would have answered my prayers too.’

Meteor Shower gripped the hilt of his life force tightly and swung his sword greatly.

As before, the sword swung horizontally at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, leaving a red line in the air.

*Koo-roo-roong…*

Then, the Papal Palace, as if it came out of a cartoon, began to collapse, cut in half in a straight line as if measured with a ruler.

A swordmaster splits the sea and the mountains with a single sword.

Since there was nothing he couldn’t cut with just a building like this, he frowned as he watched the Papal Palace turning into ruins.

-Ah, the final trial for ascension has arrived…

A voice echoed from inside the Papal Palace.

And a vast divinity different from that of the Holy Knights was felt.

It wasn’t enough to be called a god, but it made him wonder if a human could handle that much divinity.

A bright yellow golden light soared from the collapsed Papal Palace.

The remains of the Papal Palace floated into the air, and a figure appeared from within.

A handsome man with blonde hair and bright yellow eyes.

It was Thomas de Torquemada.

Dressed in a white priest’s robe with a red stole [a liturgical vestment], he was no longer a cardinal.

The clothes he wore and the things he held were symbols representing the Pope.

“Now call me Pope. Thomas de Torquemada has transcended the past and manifested in modern times, becoming the Pope of Catholicism…”

Thomas muttered, then flashed his eyes.

The light flickering from his eyes burst out, and his body slowly floated into the air, looking down at the Vatican from the sky.

“No, at this level… being Pope is not enough. From now on, call me God. Having become one with the Lord, I myself have become the Lord, that is the fate that is lawful to the natural order.”

“What the hell is this crazy bastard talking about?”

The words of the delusional patient were getting longer and longer.

Meteor Shower aimed his life force at him before he could talk any more.

“Get down from there right now. What’s so great about a guy who was consumed by inferiority and went around witch hunting [referring to the historical Spanish Inquisitor] that he’s acting like a god?”

Yeah, what do they call it these days.

Meteor Shower recalled what Schuel had said.

“You pathetic loser.”