The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1050

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Chapter 1050

“Right now?”

Even Karun, renowned throughout the land, widened his eyes in shock at the mention that war had already begun.

“You’re saying we depart immediately without any preparation?”

He exhaled sharply, as if finding the notion absurd.

“Isn’t this far too hasty?”

Serena, commander of the Gonggeom Unit, drew a deep breath and raised her hand.

“As the Tower Master has said, we have not prepared to fight at sea.”

She shook her head, noting that while they had undergone various training, they had never practiced wielding swords beneath the waves.

“I share that sentiment.”

Latein, commander of the Jeongeom Unit, nodded in agreement with Serena’s words.

“Moving with such urgency could jeopardize the entire operation!”

He pressed his lips firmly together, insisting that time was necessary to fight at sea.

“What preparation are you talking about!”

Valdemar stomped heavily, dismissing their concerns as nonsense.

“Fighting at sea or on land is all the same! There’s no need to wait—that’s all the better. Why are you all making such a fuss!”

He and Jinmu Hall could move immediately, he declared, waving his massive fists like pot lids.

“You ignorant fool! It’s completely different!”

Aris Zigheart furrowed her brow and struck the back of Valdemar’s head.

“No matter how skilled you are, you’ll inevitably flounder when fighting in water for the first time!”

She shook her head, insisting that without adapting to the water, I wouldn’t be able to demonstrate my true abilities.

“Then… what do you suggest?”

Valdemar lowered his voice while rubbing the back of his head where he’d been struck.

“That’s why I should go! My crew and I have perfectly adapted to the sea!”

Aris Zigheart thumped her chest with her palm, declaring that she and the Cheongpung sailors would participate in the war.

“….”

Denier gazed only at Glen Zigheart with serene eyes, as if he had known beforehand that this war would occur.

“Fighting the White Blood Cult is fine, but why tell us only now?”
“Exactly. If we’d heard about waging war against the White Blood Cult, we would have thrown ourselves into training with our lives on the line.”
“The sea too. If we’d known beforehand, we could have trained in water combat.”
“Even a month ago—no, a week ago—if we’d trained in sea adaptation….”

The swordsmen lined up in the Training Ground sighed, clearly disappointed at receiving such crucial information so late.

“That was my directive.”

As Glen Zigheart stepped to the center of the platform, the scattered murmurs throughout the Training Ground fell silent in an instant.

“There are spies within Zigheart. Had word spread that we’d located the White Blood Cult Headquarters, they would have either already fled elsewhere or prepared a trap to turn the tables on us.”

He lowered his jaw heavily, explaining that he had no choice but to deliver the news on the day of battle itself to avoid a counterattack from the White Blood Cult.

“You need not worry about the sea battle.”

I straightened my posture and stood beside Glen Zigheart.

“Once the magic prepared by the Grand Mages activates, you’ll be able to strike the White Blood Cult Headquarters from the mainland.”

I nodded, urging them to trust in the magic that Chamber and Larian had spent over two months preparing.

“And the Gwangpung Hall will take responsibility for the battle at sea, so I hope all of you will focus on the fight before your eyes.”

Raon explained that Gwangpung Hall had undergone grueling training to fight on the sea.

Gooooooo!

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall unleashed a terrifying aura of sword energy that overwhelmed all the swordsmen in the Training Ground, more than enough to prove his words.

“Ugh!”
“What’s with these young ones’ power….”
“Wait, Gwangpung Hall was this strong?”

The swordsmen swallowed hard, visibly startled by the martial prowess of Gwangpung Hall’s warriors.

“Hmm!”

Glen’s lips curled upward, clearly satisfied with Raon and Gwangpung Hall’s momentum.

“So then….”

It was just as Raon was about to continue while looking at Glen.

Uuuuuuuung!

The Dimensional Gate open in the sky trembled violently, and Chamber wearing a red witch’s hat and Evelyn draped in a purple robe appeared.

“What! Why aren’t you coming even though I opened the gate!”

Chamber frowned, wondering why this was taking so long.

“Aw! Grandfather must have his reasons! Let’s wait!”

Evelyn shouted the title “grandfather” to Glen even from the center of Zigheart where countless swordsmen had gathered.

“G-grandfather? Did she just say grandfather?”
“What does that mean?”
“Could it be….”

The swordsmen, who had been steeling their resolve for the war against the White Blood Cult, stared blankly at Evelyn and Glen.

“Ugh…”

I couldn’t bear the embarrassment and slapped my forehead with my hand.

-That Mad Woman operates on an entirely different level.

Wrath exhaled as if exhausted.

-Neither you nor that Sword Ghost could ever match such madness.

He shook his head, saying that Evelyn’s insanity was beyond comparison.

“Q-quiet!”

Glen couldn’t hide his bewilderment either, his words stumbling slightly.

“I will now announce the military force divisions departing for war against the White Blood Cult.”

As he raised his hand, the murmuring Training Ground fell silent, and tension bloomed across every face.

“The vanguard is naturally Gale Wind Hall, who has achieved the greatest merit in this matter.”
“Gale Wind Hall. We accept the Head of House’s command!”

At my cry, all the swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall knelt.

“Aris Zigheart. You will participate as well. Your subordinates should be waiting outside the Dimensional Gate.”

Glen’s gaze turned toward Aris, standing at the far left.

“I shall slaughter them all and return!”

Aris clenched her long fist with eager anticipation.

“The Second Division, Central Martial Hall, will guard the Family Estate. The Third Division, Hyunmu Hall, will stand by here. The Fourth Division, Jinmu Hall, will depart with the Gwangpung Corps.”

Glen issued his orders as if the decisions had already been made, looking in turn at Karun, Denier, and Valdemar.

“…We accept your command.”

Karun understood that someone needed to protect the Family Estate, so despite biting his lip, he accepted the order.

“Krahaha! An excellent choice! I shall tear the heads from those Blood Ghosts with these very hands!”

Valdemar struck his fists together before his chest as if to assure me to wait without worry.

“I accept your command, Head of House!”

Denier bowed calmly without hesitation, as though simply following orders.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed Denier’s composed reaction.

‘He offers no words of protest even in such circumstances?’

Unlike Karun, who had received the mission to protect the Family Estate, Denier had been assigned a standby duty that would not allow him to step even one pace beyond this Training Ground.
For one of the Four Demons’ deputies, this was the worst possible situation, yet he followed my instructions peacefully without any objection. It was unsettling.

‘Could I truly be wrong about him?’

Seeing such composure, I began to think I had needlessly suspected Denier.

‘No, I should not abandon my suspicions. One never knows what might happen.’

I placed my hand upon the blade of the Heavenly Sword to steady my resolve. As the most familiar sensation transmitted through my fingertips, my chest grew lighter.

“The Heavenly Sword Squad will stand by here. The Gonggeom Unit and Jeongeom Unit will provide support from behind the Gwangpung Hall, and the String Ensemble and Middle Orchestra will….”

Glen examined each division of the Military Force lined up in the Training Ground and assigned their respective duties.

“…And finally, I too shall remain here on standby.”

He lowered his gaze as he stated he would remain with Zigheart.

The swordsmen nodded, understanding the reasons why Glen could not help but stay with the Family Estate.

“Then I entrust this to you.”

Glen stepped back and gestured toward Chamber with his chin.

“Grandfather. We don’t need words like that!”

Chamber chuckled softly and raised her hand, and a dimensional gate descended before the swordsmen who had decided to depart.

“Think of it as crossing your own home’s entrance hall and pass through comfortably.”

She tilted her chin, indicating that the moment they crossed the dimensional gate, they would arrive at their destination.

“We will remain here….”

Glen lifted his jaw, the tendons in it bulging, as he looked at the swordsmen standing before the Dimensional Gate.

“And wait for you.”

Not a command to persevere, nor an instruction to fight and win—merely a promise to wait—carved itself deeper into their hearts than any encouragement or counsel could.

“Yes, sir!”
“We will return without fail!”
“Please wait for us!”

It was not only I who felt moved; all the swordsmen gazed at Glen with eyes glistening with emotion.

“Depart!”

With my rough cry, the Zigheart swordsmen stepped into the azure dimensional gate with noticeably lighter strides.

“I will return.”

I bowed to Glen, who was smiling, then entered the dimensional gate last.

Whoooooosh!

Chamber must have refined her transportation magic further, for the moment we blinked within the azure dimension, a new landscape unfurled before us.

Crash!

The sound of azure waves crashing against the shore reached my ears. A familiar coastal area—the very beach where I had dived every night searching for the White Blood Cult Headquarters.
I had arrived at my destination before even taking a proper breath.

“Hah….”
“So, this fast?”
“Is this a different magic than the Dimensional Gate? Remarkable….”

The swordsmen, sensing the same disorientation I felt, looked around and exhaled sharply.

“Prepare for combat.”

I instructed the swordsmen to ready themselves for battle, then walked toward the beach ahead.

Uuuuuuung!

Hundreds of mages stood upon the sandy beach, each carefully inscribing three different magical formations.

“Wow, you came…?”

Larian, who had been personally inspecting the central formation, waved a trembling hand toward me. Her lifeless eyes suggested she was in a state of complete magical exhaustion.

“Is it safe to operate magic here?”

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed out at the turbulent sea.

“Well, here we have….”
“Don’t worry. I’ve meticulously installed barriers to conceal our presence and mana.”

As Larian was about to speak, Evelyn walked up from behind and answered instead.

“Right?”

She smiled brightly and embraced Larian from behind. It seemed the two had grown close during two months of researching magic together.

“Uh? Uh-uh-uh!”

Larian nodded with a look of utter distress. I had misread the situation. It appeared the closeness was only in Evelyn’s mind.

“For now it’s fine, but once we activate the magic, they’ll notice immediately.”

Chamber clicked her tongue, noting that the White Blood Cult Master and the Blood Ghosts were no fools.

“That’s why we only get one chance. We absolutely cannot afford to make a mistake.”

She exhaled heavily, explaining that all three spells had to be activated while the White Blood Cult Master was caught off guard.

“So the three of you here will each handle one spell.”

I nodded, observing that the centers of the three magic circles were empty.

“Exactly. Only those at the Transcendent level can inscribe magic above the White Blood Cult Master’s head while she’s hidden in the sea where even sight cannot reach.”

Evelyn laughed, acknowledging that she, Chamber, and Larian were necessarily handling the cores of the magic circles.

“But where is King Lecross?”

Today, those facing the White Blood Cult Master were the Silent Sword Master and the Tower Master.
Chamber would have to step back to manage the teleportation magic after summoning the White Blood Cult, so she was puzzled by the absence of Lecross and Owen’s knights.

“He has preparations to make, so he’ll be a bit late.”

Chamber waved her hand dismissively, as if there was nothing to worry about.

“Now we need to confirm the location of the White Blood Cult Headquarters one last time. You can do that, right?”

She looked at me, saying that a final confirmation was necessary before deploying the magic.

“Understood.”

I nodded and placed my hand into the sea. As I dispersed an extremely faint mana, Haelang leaped above the water’s surface.

“Kyawoong!”

Despite it being only a week, Haelang wagged her tail as if we hadn’t met in a year, rubbing her head against my hand.

“Is that the spirit you saved?”

Chamber gently stroked Haelang’s back, finding her adorable.

“A Sea Spirit! Sea Spirits are truly rare!”

Larian’s eyes flushed with the fervor of research as she scanned Haelang’s entire form.

“Is the White City we saw still in that location?”
“Kyaong!”

Haelang affirmed by bumping her head against her own forehead. Along with a refreshing sensation as if diving into the sea, the image of the White Blood Cult Headquarters submerged at the exact location from a week ago came to mind.

“Yes. It remains at the coordinates I mentioned.”

Raon nodded, confirming that the White Blood Cult’s position had not changed.

“Good. Nothing to complain about then.”

Chamber clapped her hands as if to signal the beginning.

“Prepare!”

At her cry, the eyes of the mages standing on the magic circles shifted. The desperate determination to succeed with the magic at all costs made even the Zigheart swordsmen swallow hard.

Uuuuuuung!

Chamber opened a blue gate before the sea, and through it, the distant ocean was visible in real time.
It appeared to be directly above the sea where the White Blood Cult Headquarters lay submerged.

“Evelyn!”

Chamber gestured with her chin toward Evelyn, who was taking a deep breath while looking only at Raon.

“You start first. Don’t make a mistake.”
“I know.”

Evelyn waved her hand reassuringly and stepped into the center of the first magic circle.

“I’m watching.”

She winked as if telling me to focus only on her, then brought her hands together.

Ku-ku-ku-ku-ku-ku-ku!

Evelyn’s mana surged forth like a runaway torrent, seeping into the circular magic circle and unleashing a magnificent violet wave.

“It worked!”

Hearing Evelyn’s words, I glanced at the screen Chamber had opened, where a massive earthen jar—as large as a city—was plummeting toward the Blue Sea.

“Larian!”

Chamber extended her hand to Larian, signaling her to begin immediately.

“I know!”

Larian cast off the robe that had concealed her entire body and clasped her hands together to weave the incantation. The corner-dwelling mage had transformed into the Tower Master before my eyes.

“Let’s go, all of you!”

With her fierce cry, the mages comprising the second magic circle closed their eyes and began chanting their spells.

Uuuuuuuuung!

As Larian poured her mana over the incantations woven by the mages, a colossal six-pointed magic circle unfurled beside the sea where the jar had fallen.
Its scale was equally magnificent—vast enough to encompass an entire city.

“Now we simply wait.”

Chamber clasped her hands together, confirming that Evelyn’s and Larian’s magic had succeeded.

“May the octopus fall into our trap.”

She bit her lip deeply, her expression curving into a chilling smile.

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“Mana? Or is it magic?”

The 10th Apostle lifted his head, sensing the massive surge of mana erupting above the headquarters.

“Who on earth….”

He trembled, unable to comprehend the sudden situation.

“It’s not magic directed at us. Something massive is falling from the right side.”

The 12th Apostle furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowed.

“No, that’s not all. There’s also some kind of magic descending directly above us.”

He twisted his lips upward, suggesting it seemed like an attack.

“Your instincts were correct.”

The White Blood Cult Master lowered her long pipe, exhaling pale smoke.

“It seems our location here has been discovered, just as you suspected.”

She murmured that he was reliable, then turned to face the 10th Apostle.

“Hmm….”

The 12th Apostle gazed at the 10th Apostle and the White Blood Cult Master, his brows lowered in displeasure.

“I apologize. I should have verified more thoroughly….”

Despite receiving praise, the 10th Apostle bowed his head apologetically.

“I’ll prepare our defenses as quickly as possible.”
“No need. We’re already prepared.”

The White Blood Cult Master smiled faintly, watching the magical formations draw ever closer.

“I’ve reinforced the mana resistance of the mist spread outside the headquarters, and the defensive barrier of the headquarters itself is functioning properly. Even if ninth-class magic spells rain down consecutively, there will be no problem. Besides….”

She flipped the pipe upside down and tapped out the ashes.

“The Kraken supporting us is immune to attack magic and aura. There’s nothing to worry about.”

The White Blood Cult Master said she had reinforced all defensive incantations the moment she sensed external mana, then placed the pipe back in her mouth.

“Still, there’s no need to remain in a location where our position has been discovered. Tell the First Apostle to move the Kraken and return to the Deep Sea.”

She let out a scoff, saying that everything the Five Emperors had prepared would be rendered useless.

“Understood.”

The 10th Apostle and 12th Apostle nodded and were about to head toward the First Apostle when—

BOOM!

Something massive crashed down beside the White Blood Cult Headquarters, and the entire sea convulsed.

“A jar…?”

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes widened as she gazed upon a massive jar roughly the size of the headquarters itself.

‘Why a jar?’

She had expected equipment capable of physical assault, but she never imagined they would simply drop a jar, however enormous. A hollow laugh escaped her.

‘Wait…’

The White Blood Cult Master urgently lifted her gaze and examined the magic circle descending slowly.

‘That’s not an attack spell.’

Had it been an attack spell, it would have already been erased by the mist, but this magic circle passed gently through the fog without causing harm, enveloping the headquarters and the Kraken beneath it.

“What is this…”

The White Blood Cult Master swallowed hard as she observed the intricately woven magical formula, as if knitted together. Though she couldn’t discern what magic it was, an eerie dread crept down her spine.

“Move the Kraken! Now!”

Ignoring everything else, I shouted at the Kraken to retreat.

“Yes! I’ll inform the First Apostle immediately—”
“No! I’ll do it myself!”

The White Blood Cult Master rushed toward the control room where the First Apostle was stationed.

Kuwaaaaang!

Even though the command hadn’t arrived yet, the Kraken rose of its own accord and began moving toward the urn that had fallen to the right.

“What! Who just gave an order to the Kraken!”

The White Blood Cult Master gnashed her teeth and stamped her foot, but naturally, no one had any answers.

Kugugugugugu!

The Kraken paid no heed whether the White Blood Cult Headquarters tilted or crumbled, twisting its eyes as it began forcing its long, massive tentacles into the urn.

“The urn…?”
“Why is it suddenly going for the urn!”

The 10th Apostle and 12th Apostle trembled in shock at the Kraken’s sudden behavior.

“Aaaaah!”
“The buildings are collapsing!”
“Help us!”

The lesser Blood Ghosts were crushed and killed beneath the buildings as the ground shook violently like an earthquake.

“C-Cult Leader!”

The First Apostle burst out of the control room, breathing heavily.

“The Kraken has gone out of control! Even with your blood infused into it, it’s moving of its own accord!”

He trembled as he reported that the Kraken was no longer obeying commands.

“Ha…”

The White Blood Cult Master’s trembling eyes lowered as she gazed at the magical formation enveloping the headquarters and the Kraken.

‘Could it have been magic to amplify instinct?’

Cephalopods possessed an instinctive desire to squeeze their bodies into round objects.

The Kraken supporting the headquarters was an ancient monster with instincts far stronger than modern Krakens. Thanks to that, it had easily utilized camouflage, but it never imagined being exploited in such a manner.

“Immediately dispel the sorcery installed around the headquarters and open the dimensional gate!”

Because she had just reinforced the mist’s defensive power to protect the headquarters from the magic, she couldn’t immediately open the dimensional gate.

Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu!

Even as the White Blood Cult Master issued orders to the Apostles, the Kraken had already inserted all eight of its legs into the urn.

“I will kill the Kraken myself!”

The moment she gnashed her teeth and tried to exit the sea, countless incantations sprouted above the urn containing the Kraken, radiating blue light.

“Damn it!”

The White Blood Cult Master bit her lip until blood flowed as she watched the urn, where Chamber’s distinctive blue mana flickered.

“I’ve been played….”

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Ku-waa-aa-aa-aa-ang!

A magnificent blue light flashed as a colossal urn and the white city perched atop it plummeted onto the beach. The earth trembled violently from the tremendous impact of the fall.

“Connect!”

At Larian’s cry, the mages operating the first and second magical formations chanted new incantations and pressed their hands to the ground.

Clang!

Colorful iron chains burst forth from the small magic circles drawn by the mages, wrapping around the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

Crash!

As the urn containing the Kraken shattered, the White Blood Cult Headquarters was pulled toward the beach by hundreds of iron chains.

“Link!”

As Evelyn completed the incantation with four fingers, violet light scattered, and the iron chains summoned by the mages connected to form five bridges linking the beach and the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

“Quite the catch, isn’t it?”

Evelyn mimicked lifting a fishing rod and gazed at me, forming a heart with her fingers while curling her red lips into a smile.

“White Blood Cult summoning complete!”

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