The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1051

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Chapter 1051

-Hwoooaaahhh!

Wrath let out an exclamation of astonishment as he watched the ancient Kraken being dragged onto land.

-Why is an octopus coming out of a jar!

He shook his fist, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing despite seeing the magic unfold before his eyes.

“What, what is this…?”

Valdemar approached my side, blinking rapidly.

“Why is a Kraken inside a jar!”

Like Wrath, he couldn’t comprehend the situation and his jaw trembled.

“Is that really a Kraken? It’s bigger than an Ancient Dragon?”
“I’ve heard it carries the White Blood Cult Headquarters on its back, but why is it coming out of a jar?”
“Did you summon the Kraken with a jar? At this level, it’s not magic—it’s divine power, isn’t it?”

The other swordsmen were equally bewildered, their mouths hanging open at the sight of the Kraken bursting from the jar.

“There are many ways to catch octopuses, but the oldest and most convenient method is jar fishing.”

I lowered my hand, watching the Kraken’s massive legs writhe like mountains.

“Jar fishing…?”

Lunan tilted his head, clearly confused by the term.

“It’s a fishing method where you throw jars tied to ropes into the sea like a net, then collect them the next morning. Those jars fill up overnight with octopuses that have been moving around inside them.”

I pointed at the broken jar that had contained the Kraken.

“But, but how is that even possible? You didn’t even put bait inside the jar…”

Crain drew a deep breath, as if struggling to comprehend.

“Octopuses, being cephalopods, have an instinct to shrink their bodies and hide in dark places. And that’s exactly what a jar is perfect for.”

I explained how jar fishing had been created based on that very principle, and smiled.

“That Kraken is a true monster straight out of mythology. The larger and stronger its body, the more primal its instincts. Evelyn and the Grand Mages prepared three spells to exploit that.”

I raised my index finger.

“The first was summoning a colossal jar that the Kraken could fit into.”

I nodded, watching Evelyn, who had summoned that enormous jar with perfect precision and not a single error in placement.

“Second, Larian cast a spell to strengthen the Kraken’s instincts so it could ignore the White Blood Cult’s brainwashing and enter the jar.”

I raised my second finger toward Larian, who had created an entirely new spell that amplified instinct without any intent to attack.

“Ah, so that’s why….”
“Right. The Kraken forgot it had to protect the White Blood Cult Headquarters and surrendered to its instincts, entering the jar Evelyn summoned. And finally….”

I raised my third finger toward Chamber, who was breathing heavily as if exhausted.

“Chamber used spatial magic to summon the jar containing the Kraken and the White Blood Cult Headquarters to this location.”
“It’s not that impressive.”

Chamber waved her hand dismissively, saying it was nothing compared to what Evelyn and Larian had accomplished.

“It was impressive.”

I shook my head firmly, looking at Chamber.

‘It was absolutely extraordinary.’

The White Blood Cult Master was perceptive enough that I couldn’t place any magic on the jar itself. Because of that, Chamber had to relocate that colossal jar and the Kraken on the spot, receiving only mana support.

Among the three Grand Mages, she had to expend the most mana and mental fortitude.

“I see….”

Valdemar finally understood the situation and let out a long breath.

“Now I understand why it took two months and why you didn’t tell us.”

He gazed at the mages preparing new spells with an unusually serious expression.

“Your sisters are quite impressive, aren’t they?”

Aris Zigheart gave a thumbs up to Chamber and Larian.

“You did well too.”

She smiled at Evelyn, whose eyes sparkled with delight.

“Aunt!”

Evelyn hugged Aris Zigheart happily, saying she was glad to see her again.

“Ugh….”

Aris Zigheart blinked in surprise at Evelyn’s sudden embrace. Evelyn’s charging power and momentum seemed to be unmatched on the Continent.

“These are truly the mages of the Five Emperors!”
“Knowing they have our backs gives us strength.”
“Right. I don’t think we’ll lose today.”

The swordsmen clenched their fists, determined to fight without shame against the mages’ support.

“But how did you find out about that?”

Larian tilted her head, looking at Raon.

“Did you hear it from Evelyn?”
“I didn’t say anything!”

Evelyn shook her hands vigorously, insisting she hadn’t explained anything.

“No, you did.”

Raon smiled faintly as he looked at Evelyn.

“Me? When?”
“When you saw the Kraken for the second time at the seabed, you gave me a hint.”

Evelyn had mentioned cephalopods and instinct when observing the Kraken, which allowed me to envision today’s scene before the magic was completed.

“You’re truly remarkable. I didn’t expect you to grasp that much….”

Evelyn let out a hollow laugh, amazed that I had understood the entire picture from those words.

“You figured it out from just that word? You’re really something else… Ugh!”

Chamber clicked her tongue as if questioning what kind of person I was, then bent over at the waist.

“Are you alright?”

Raon rushed over to Chamber and supported her shoulders.

“Did you overexert yourself despite being injured?”

Chamber shook her head, saying it seemed like the aftereffects of using large-scale magic consecutively while her Upper Dantian hadn’t fully recovered.

“You used large-scale magic consecutively?”
“I cast a chaos spell to immobilize the Kraken right after summoning it. That creature has inherently strong mana resistance, so I struggled a bit.”

It seemed she had immediately cast a chaos spell to prevent the Kraken from moving after summoning it. Now her pale complexion made sense.

“This is as far as I can go.”

Chamber pulled out a lollipop and bit it with her teeth.

“From now on, I can only provide transportation and support, so I’m leaving the rest to you.”

She smiled faintly, telling us to drag the White Blood Cult Master out of that White City.

“And….”

Chamber pulled forward one of the mages who had been standing behind her.

“The mage who will take command of Valcar’s remaining forces here is this one.”

She curled her lips upward and removed the hood from the mage she had brought forward.

“Not again….”

Jeina. The Princess of Valcar was here as well.

‘I had no idea.’

The flow of mana was deep and serene, so I had assumed she was Chamber’s prized disciple, but I never imagined it was Jeina.

-That arrogant woman. Now she’s actually becoming someone of consequence.
‘Right. She really does give off the aura of a major player now.’

Jeina was emanating the presence of a heavyweight not from the title of princess she had possessed since birth, but from the power she had seized for herself. She truly seemed to have changed greatly.

“If there is anything you need, please let me know.”

Unlike before, Jeina looked at me with unwavering eyes and bowed her head.

“I ask for your trust.”

I felt the transformation in Jeina’s spirit and spoke to her with genuine respect.

“Then I’ll trust you.”

Chamber waved her hand to both Jeina and me, then stepped into the blue dimensional gate.
She would return to Valcar Headquarters without rest and prepare to create pathways that could traverse the entire Continent.

“Aren’t you talking too much?”

Valdemar turned his boulder-like shoulders and approached me.

“We need to strike before those bastards come to their senses!”

He raised his clenched fist as if urging me to give the attack order immediately.

“I share that sentiment.”

Serena, the commander of the Gonggeom Unit, furrowed her brow as she gazed at the castle wall of the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

“More and more Blood Ghosts are climbing up the wall.”
“Do you see that?”

I pointed toward the white mist spreading around the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

“That mist not only possesses strong resistance to aura and magic, but it also functions as a formation that causes disorientation and hallucinations. If our forces enter without a countermeasure, we’ll end up fighting each other and be annihilated.”
“Then, then how….”
“There’s someone who can handle it.”

I could disperse that mist if I unleashed the full power of the Heavenly Sword infused with the essence of the sky, but that wasn’t my role.

“Evelyn.”

The genius mage who had witnessed this mist alongside me from beneath the sea—she was the one to handle this.

“All done!”

Evelyn pressed her hands together in prayer. As she rapidly moved her lips, chanting an ancient incantation, the darkening sky trembled and unleashed brilliant golden lightning.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

A tremendous wave erupted as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart, the sea surged forth, and the white mist shrouding the White Blood Cult Headquarters was swept away without a trace.

“Done, right? This is me! This is your woman!”

Evelyn smiled smugly. Yet despite that confident expression, her eyelids trembled slightly. She had clearly overextended herself.

“You can rest now.”

Evelyn raised her hand, noting that only the White Blood Cult Master’s protective incantations remained on the castle wall and city.

“Thank you.”

I nodded heavily and steadied Evelyn’s trembling shoulders.

“Huh? Here, where everyone can see?”

Evelyn lowered her collar slightly, as if asking whether I was serious.

“….”
-That Mad Woman won’t do. Her score was climbing, then it plummeted vertically!

Wrath exhaled a weary sigh, saying he was exhausted now.

“Everyone, listen.”

I turned away, ignoring Evelyn’s flushed face.

“With all your strength, destroy that white castle wall. No—destroy the castle of corpses built with the blood of the innocent.”

I raised the Heavenly Sword, pointing it at the blood-reeking castle walls of the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

“We accept your command!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen drew their blades at my words. Despite so many drawing their swords simultaneously, only a single sound echoed forth.

“We shall take the second bridge.”

Valdemar bared his white teeth and hoisted his gleaming blade onto his shoulder with a flourish.

“The Zigheart Assault Unit has always been Jinmu Hall! Do not fall behind Gwangpung Hall!”

He stomped his foot so hard the beach trembled, then thrust his chin upward.

“Then we take the third bridge?”

Aris Zigheart turned to look at the sailors of Rabawin and Cheongpung, smiling brightly.

“It’s been so long since we’ve met, and now we’re thrust into war. But that’s just like us, isn’t it?”

She drew a refreshing smile as vast as the sea, urging them to follow closely.

“We shall enter through the fourth bridge.”

Serena, the Gonggeom Unit Master, and Latein, the Jeongeom Unit Master, nodded as they gazed at the fourth bridge.

“Then the last one….”
“Leave that one.”

Larian shook her head as if telling me to leave it alone. The fifth bridge seemed to be reserved for the Owen knights who would arrive later.

“So it’s a siege after all.”

Crain flexed his fingers, shaking off the tension.

“Look on the bright side. It’s better than conducting a siege underwater, isn’t it?”

I grasped Crain’s shoulder and smiled faintly.

“W-well, of course! I just trained so much fighting in the water, so it’s a shame I can’t show it off!”

Crain shook his head vigorously, insisting he wasn’t complaining.

“Then let’s begin immediately. They probably haven’t organized their defenses yet….”

I was about to give the order to attack.

Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu!

Countless Blood Ghosts began climbing onto the White Blood Sect’s castle wall. Wielding their blades, they continuously filled the ramparts as if building a wall with their own bodies.

‘This is the problem….’

I furrowed my brow as I watched the ever-increasing number of Blood Ghosts.

‘Sheer numerical advantage.’

The White Blood Sect, befitting a pseudo-religion that had operated for so long, boasted the largest number of members among the Four Demons. They could afford to throw their followers forward as expendable shields to drain the enemy’s stamina, and the sight alone was repugnant.
It was to the point where he would have gladly offered the disciples as meat shields just to drain the enemy’s stamina, so even just watching it felt unpleasant.

“However…”

The experts haven’t shown up yet.

The Bishops were scattered throughout The Facility, but the Archbishop and the Apostle-level masters had not yet appeared.

“Let’s go! Go! Go!”

Valdemar let out a roar as if he sensed the urgency to break through now, charging forward. His furious assault became the spark that ignited the warriors on the other bridges, who surged toward the White Blood Sect’s Castle Wall.

‘Good instincts.’

I smiled faintly and was about to dash toward the Castle Wall when—

“Master, please rest until the higher Apostles appear.”

Burren stepped forward in front of me.

“We will break through this path!”

He bowed his head as if asking for my trust. And it wasn’t just Burren—all of the Gwangpung Hall warriors were sending looks that pleaded for me to entrust this to them.

“Aris, you rest as well, and move when the Apostles appear. We will break through the third bridge.”

Rabawin bowed to Aris, declaring that he and the Cheongpung warriors would carve a path through.

“You all….”

Aris, as if reading her subordinates’ hearts, sheathed her sword once more.

“Very well. However….”

I lowered the Heavenly Sword and took a step back. Watching the swordsmen I had personally trained, I nodded with weighty resolve.

“You stand by my side and wait. Your battle is not here.”

I raised my hand, pointing to Martha, who stood behind Burren.
Martha’s presence was crucial—her mother’s rescue from the White Blood Cult Master depended on having her there.

“Mm….”

Martha would normally have protested vehemently, but understanding the gravity of today’s mission, she bit her lip and stepped back behind me.

“Trust in us.”

Burren struck his chest with his fist as if telling me to trust and wait.

“I’ll definitely open the way for you…”

Lunan gazed at Martha with intelligent eyes that gleamed like starlight, not his usual fierce expression.

“Don’t die, you bastards…”

Martha gnashed her teeth, saying she would kill them with her own hands if they died.

“But we’re already dead, so how could you kill us!”
“Ah, our Organization Master really has no faith in us.”
“Rest assured and wait for us!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen smiled faintly at Martha’s expression.

“Go.”

I raised my hand, pointing toward the White Blood Sect’s castle wall that seemed to flow with white blood.

“Be the first of the four legs to breach the wall.”
“We accept your command!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen surged toward the castle wall as if they had received a divine order, their auras rising like a single blade.

“Watch with ease.”

I tilted my chin while crossing my arms.

“See how trustworthy your comrades have become.”

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“The ship, the White Blood ship has been destroyed! It will take more than half a day just to regenerate it!”
“The bridges connecting the White Blood Cult Headquarters to the Coastal Area… five of them have been connected! And the Zigheart bastards are advancing across them….”
“We cut off the magical flow, but the Kraken isn’t moving! It appears to be unconscious!”

Bad news continued to pour in to the White Blood Cult Master, who had stiffened like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Haaa….”

The White Blood Cult Master raised her trembling hand and brought a long pipe to her lips.

“How disgustingly I’ve been played. That damned Ninth Apostle brought hungry dogs to my doorstep.”

She ground her teeth, realizing that the Ninth Apostle’s actions had spread to this point.

“Tenth Apostle! Contact Derus Robert immediately. Tell him to send reinforcements at once.”

The White Blood Cult Master exhaled white smoke and gave a nod toward the Tenth Apostle.

“And summon that damned Thirteenth Apostle as well.”

After contacting Derus, she issued her orders in a voice reeking of blood, commanding the Thirteenth Apostle to be summoned.

“…Understood.”

The Tenth Apostle nodded heavily.

“First Apostle, awaken the Kraken even if you must drain all my blood. Twelfth Apostle, take all the Apostles and Bishops with you and hold the Castle Wall.”

Despite the blood rushing to her head, the White Blood Cult Master distributed tasks most suited to the current situation.

“It shall be done.”

The First Apostle bowed, vowing to awaken the Kraken even if it meant killing himself.

“Understood. But what will you do, Cult Leader….”

The Twelfth Apostle tilted his head, as if asking what the Cult Leader herself would do. It was a question only he could ask among the Apostles.

“I will enter the Grand Palace now.”

The White Blood Cult Master crushed the long pipe in her grip, having drawn all the smoke into it.

“Outside right now are Larian and Chamber, along with Raon Zigheart and Aris Zigheart, but others could appear at any moment. Without breaking through the wall, there’s no escape from here.”

She clenched her scaled fist, determined to fill in the last remaining puzzle piece and breach the wall.

“That’s worthy of the Cult Leader.”

The 12th Apostle nodded as if approving of the choice.

“I will endure even if I must spill every drop of my blood. I wish you success in the grand operation,”

He bowed respectfully, declaring that the wall would never be breached.

“I will awaken the Kraken as quickly as possible and support the 12th Apostle.”

The First Apostle straightened his gaze as if telling him not to worry.

“I will go first.”

The 10th Apostle moved ahead, saying he would contact Derus Robert.

“Wait just a moment….”

The White Blood Cult Master twisted her lips upward as she heard the roars of swordsmen from outside the headquarters. She spat out the last smoke remaining in her throat and ground her teeth.

“I’ll turn every last one of them into blood.”

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“Hold the line!”
“Stop the demons threatening the Cult Leader!”
“Defend the Holy Ground with your lives!”

The White Blood Sect disciples standing atop the castle wall unleashed their vital blood energy as if they were prepared to die in this very place.

Gugugugu!

A torrent of blood energy crashed down like a downpour upon the swordsmen’s heads.

“Ignore it and keep moving!”

Valdemar, standing at the vanguard, extended his consecutive strikes in a long arc, drawing a cloud-like formation.
His subtle yet magnificent swordplay cleaved through every drop of blood energy that fell like rain.

“Advance!”

Valdemar roared fiercely, declaring he would hold the line while they assaulted the castle wall.

“Trust in your commander and press forward!”
“These are not true warriors, merely fanatics!”
“Do not fear—fight!”

The swordsmen, trusting not only Valdemar but their own commanders, charged toward the castle wall and began shattering the white incantations blooming before them.

Kuwaaaaang!

As the swordsmen who had grown with all their might over two months attacked the castle wall, the thick defensive incantations began to tremble within mere minutes.

‘There was a reason I asked them to trust me.’

I smiled faintly and nodded.

‘They’ve definitely grown stronger.’

Unlike the rabble of the White Blood Sect, each of the Zigheart swordsmen carried deep determination and resolve into battle.
I could feel their faith that even if they fell here, their comrades would forge a path forward.

‘I can simply observe from here.’

Just as I was about to lower my hand from the hilt of my sword—

Gugugugugugu!

The Kraken, whose eyes had been closed as if unconscious, suddenly lifted its eyelids and began to move its tentacles.

As that massive body writhed, the five legs the mages had connected with all their might trembled as if they would collapse.

“What, what is this!”
“The Kraken is moving!”
“Run, run! We’ll die if we stay here!”

The swordsmen retreated in shock, and the captains protecting them were too flustered by the sudden turn of events to move.

“I will go.”

Raon raised his hand to Aris Zigheart, who stood beside him, and drew the Heavenly Sword once more.

‘I’ll need to expend considerable power, but there’s no choice.’

That Kraken had a curse that blocked aura, so killing it would require immense energy, but there was no other way now.

Whoooosh!

Just as I steadied my breathing and was about to move with my footwork, Haelang beside me kicked off the ground and leaped into the sea.

Splash!

The moment Haelang entered the water, the sea churned violently, and a colossal Blue Wolf no less massive than the Kraken erupted from the waves before it.

Crunch!

It was Haerang. Haerang, grown even larger than when addicted to blood lust, bared sharp teeth and tore into the Kraken’s leg.

Roooaaarrr!

Haelang locked eyes with me, letting out a thunderous cry as if to say he trusted me, just like the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall.

Howwwwwl!

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