The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 169

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 169

Vlad Tepes (6)

Vlad III Dracula.

The Duke of Wallachia, who dedicated his life to war.

A historical figure known as the inspiration for the vampire Count Dracula, and with nicknames such as ‘The Impaler’ and ‘Prickly Duke.’

While some might not know Vlad III Dracula, very few are unfamiliar with Count Dracula.

“Who, who the hell are you-!!”

Tepes’ roar echoed through the ruined Bran Castle.

Hundreds of years since he revealed himself in this land.

He hadn’t been awake long since his first death and long slumber.

But even after a long sleep and awakening, his past power hadn’t diminished.

No, it had become stronger.

While he was asleep, ‘Vlad III Dracula’ became a national hero of Romania.

And he became the inspiration for Dracula, instilling fear in many.

Before the Great Cataclysm [a world-altering event], this would have had no effect.

But after the Great Cataclysm, the relationship between gods and humans became closer, and stories themselves became power.

Those who had lived for a long time.

Things hidden in stories became reality and granted power.

Vlad Tepes was pleased with his power, which had become stronger than in the past, and began preparations for ascension [becoming a god].

He, who had belonged to the Romanian Orthodox Church, abandoned his faith and tried to become a god himself.

To do so, he needed a lot of blood.

As he had taken on the name of a vampire, he thought he could shed his skin as a vampire and stand tall as a transcendent being through spells using even more blood.

He had already obtained the best body as a vampire…….

He planned to gradually proceed with his plan, ascend as a true god, and rule the world beyond Romania.

However, he had no choice but to delay the spell due to the sudden arrival of uninvited guests.

He couldn’t afford to disrupt his plans, so he responded appropriately.

Even if they stirred up Romania, they wouldn’t be able to find his true form.

But that was Vlad Tepes’ delusion.

Those who came to him were not ordinary inspectors, but two archmages and a swordmaster.

The Bran Castle, where his true form was, collapsed. Possessing and controlling another subordinate, he realized that something was wrong with his main body and returned, only to find himself about to be buried in the dirt.

“What the hell……!”

He had no time to think about who had done this.

Tepes immediately grabbed the artifact floating next to him and detonated his magic power to cause an explosion.

The brief moment he had earned.

Since he was in the deep underground, it would take a very long time to escape if he were buried here.

He would consume a lot of magic power during the process.

To avoid that, he had to escape at once.

He gathered all the magic power around him with both hands.

Then, he formed a magic circle and shot a straight beam of light towards the ceiling.

The magic created in a short time couldn’t make such a big hole to the ground, but that was enough for Tepes.

He transformed into a small bat and soared up in an instant, regaining his human form on the ruins of the collapsed Bran Castle and shouting.

“What bastard destroyed the castle-!! Come out right now-!!”

-I’m out.

A chilling voice and murderous intent followed the roar.

Tepes immediately drew blood and made a sword.

At the same time, he raised it upwards, and with a roar, he met eyes with a human.

“You!”

The human who came to the Presidential Palace with the witch.

He had never seen or heard of him, so he thought he was just a helper assisting the witch.

‘Heavy!’

His sword was terribly heavy.

The crimson sword, made of blood like his own, spewed out a chilling aura and tried to shake his mind.

His feet, planted on the ground, pierced through the floor.

He had come up from the underground, but the human was trying to bury him underground again.

“A vampire is walking around proudly in broad daylight…….”

As Yoo Seong-woo chuckled softly, Tepes gritted his teeth and swung his sword to push him away.

He stepped back, twirling his sword in his hand, and raised his other hand to the sky.

Tepes raised his eyes following his fingertips.

Numerous spells began to pour down from the sky like rain.

Colorful flames adorned the sky, and the power of the spirits shook the earth.

Yoo Seong-woo didn’t distance himself as magic fell from the sky towards Tepes, but rather charged at him.

As if he would cut him down if he reacted to the magic.

“Who do you think I am!”

Blood gushed from the floor.

The blood stored underground overflowed, covering Tepes’ entire body and strengthening the sword in his hand.

The ‘Blood Authority,’ [a vampire’s unique power] which only high-ranking vampires could use, revealed itself.

Tepes took the magic head-on and blocked Yoo Seong-woo’s sword.

He judged that the sword in front of him was more dangerous than the magic.

His judgment was accurate, and Tepes thought that Yoo Seong-woo’s body would be riddled with holes by the magic.

However, Yoo Seong-woo also endured the magic with his bare body.

With the aura armor covering his entire body.

“Did you already unleash your authority?”

Yoo Seong-woo swung his sword greatly, pushed Tepes away, and created distance.

Then, two magicians landed behind him.

“It was you guys! You lowly things!”

The beauty wearing blood clothes, Tepes glared at the three with anger on her face.

The witch’s party who came to the Presidential Palace.

Bathory shouted as if she thought there was no need to be polite now.

“This damn vampire is trying to deceive us?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You said you never joined hands with other gods, but I felt their power from the artifact you have! You mosquito sucking blood vampire!”

Perhaps it was a curse among vampires, Tepes frowned.

Yoo Seong-woo, who thought he knew vampires to some extent, had never heard of that curse before.

And the energy he exuded became even more ferocious.

“I didn’t join hands with those guys! They offered it to me!”

“No, you crazy bastard, what are you saying!”

Crude swear words finally came out of Bathory’s mouth.

If he received the artifact, he joined hands, but he thought they offered tributes, so he didn’t join hands?

Words are different, but Yoo Seong-woo thought Tepes was definitely a crazy bastard.

Besides.

“Why a woman?”

“Pardon?”

“Why a woman? That bastard.”

Yoo Seong-woo had been wondering since he first saw Tepes.

‘Vlad III Dracula’ recorded in history was a man.

But isn’t Tepes in front of him a woman? A considerable beauty at that.

If that’s the real body, shouldn’t it be an old man?

Or at least a man.

It’s not a world where King Arthur is a woman.

Bathory gritted her teeth at his question. As if there was a story.

Seeing that she didn’t seem like she was going to tell him, Yoo Seong-woo turned his head back to Tepes.

He was laughing.

He was laughing so hard that his eyes were tearing, covering his mouth with his hand so as not to damage the dignity of the king.

Yoo Seong-woo frowned at the eerie smile, and Tepes shouted.

“Yes, I thought I saw you somewhere… you are the daughter of this body’s original owner. Bathory family, I just remembered. Did you come to avenge your family? Foolish thing.”

Tepes told him what Bathory didn’t say.

Yoo Seong-woo thought it was fortunate that he didn’t ask twice.

“Your mother was stupid. But her bloodline was good, perfect for transferring souls. I thought I had killed them all… but her daughter was alive.”

Vampires were long-lived species.

But that didn’t mean they lived forever.

The primordial vampires, called the True Ancestors, lived for thousands of years, but one day their bodies would turn to ashes.

Hundreds of years ago, Tepes was fatally wounded for some reason and was in danger of turning to ashes.

He could transfer his soul to another body, but there were few vessels that could accept the great power of the Impaler.

Then he discovered Bathory Erzsébet’s mother, Bathory Anna.

“The sight of turning your mother into a subordinate in front of your eyes is still ecstatic to recall…….”

Tepes shuddered as he recalled the past.

Even in a fatally wounded state, he was a powerful vampire.

It was easy to destroy a family with only ordinary people and no vampire hunters.

“…You mosquito bastard. A vampire who needs to have his whole body’s blood drawn with a syringe to come to his senses.”

“Get a grip. You’re a vampire too. It’s like a dog barking at another dog.”

“I’m different from that guy!”

“All vampires are the same.”

Seeing that Bathory seemed like she was going to fall for the provocation, Yoo Seong-woo told her to get a grip.

It seemed to have some effect, as Bathory took a long breath and calmed herself. She regained the composure that was most important to a magician.

Yoo Seong-woo pointed his sword at Tepes and said.

“You undead bastard who refused death has a lot to say. A guy who can only use that much paltry blood authority…….”

“I will surely capture you alive and suck all your blood. So that you slowly become tainted with death!”

“I have never allowed a mosquito’s teeth into my carotid artery.”

Yoo Seong-woo, who spun his life around in his hand, whispered something to the magicians behind him and ran forward.

Reaching Tepes in an instant with a loud noise, he swung his life.

The speed, faster than before, made Tepes horrified but he responded.

He was also a warrior who dedicated his life to the battlefield. It was a matter of pride to back down in this close combat.

And, Tepes’ pride drove him to his death.

Yoo Seong-woo’s sword was a fierce attack.

It was a strong sword, an attack-only style that didn’t think about the aftermath.

The skill and speed, far surpassing the knights of the Middle Ages, pierced through the ‘Blood Clothes,’ one of Tepes’ blood authority, which boasted powerful defense, and inflicted wounds.

The vampire’s terrifying recovery power would quickly heal the minor wounds.

But somehow, the recovery was slow.

Tepes’ face was filled with embarrassment as the flesh didn’t quickly fill up.

It didn’t take long to realize that it was the power in Yoo Seong-woo’s sword.

“You’re using a wicked sword!”

Tepes shouted and pulled up numerous blood spears from the floor.

A spectacle befitting the name of the Impaler, ‘Prickly Duke,’ unfolded.

The blood that gushed from the floor turned into spears, and each one aimed at Yoo Seong-woo.

First there were ten spears, then fifty spears in the second.

In the third there were a hundred spears, and in the fourth there were a thousand spears.

The red spears, densely covering the sky, poured down towards Yoo Seong-woo.

Tepes also changed the blood sword in his hand into the form of a spear and shouted.

“In the name of Vlad III Dracula, impale!”

Authority.

A power that defies understanding and common sense, twisting cause and effect.

Unlike magic, the blood authority, which ignores the process and only reaches the result, began to pour towards Yoo Seong-woo.

The thousands of red spears would surely pierce Yoo Seong-woo.

And make him a honeycomb.

Yoo Seong-woo, with an indifferent face to the exercise of great authority, simply stared at the spears approaching him and muttered.

“It reminds me of the old days.”