The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1052

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Chapter 1052

Roooaaarrr!

Haelang had reduced one of the Kraken’s tentacles to shreds, yet remained unsatisfied. The creature raised its front paw and brought it down with razor-sharp claws extended, raking across the Kraken’s body.

Screeeeeech!

Even as its head was torn asunder, the Kraken refused to submit. It lifted one of its elongated tentacles and lashed it across Haelang’s jaw.

The battle between the Blue Wolf, wreathed in waves, and the ancient Kraken bearing the White City upon its back raged with such ferocity that it seemed to determine who truly ruled these waters.

Kyaaaaa!

Haelang bared its fangs and tore away another of the Kraken’s tentacles that had struck it.

Gugugugugu!

In that moment, the Kraken coiled all its remaining tentacles around Haelang, constricting with serpentine force. The power contained in that attack was so tremendous that even mountains would crumble to dust, yet Haelang was no ordinary wolf—it was a spirit imbued with the essence of the sea.
Even though it was an attack imbued with such tremendous power that it could reduce even mountains to dust, Haerang was not a real wolf but a spirit that possessed the essence of the Sea.

Boom!

Haerang transformed his body into seawater to let the constricting attack pass through, then cut off the Kraken’s third leg with his sharp claws.

Whoooooosh!

Kraken’s massive leg crashed to the ground, shaking the very earth.

“Sigh…”

Raon let out a hollow sigh as he watched Haerang suppress the ancient Kraken through sheer force.

“Was Haerang always that strong?”

Haerang seemed to have become even stronger than when he was intoxicated by bloodlust and running rampant.

—Did the True Demon King not tell you? That mutt has transcended death, so it must have grown stronger.

Wrath nodded calmly, saying it was the result of overcoming pain and terror so intense one would wish for death.

—Of course, even I did not know it possessed such power. It must be because you awakened that mutt.
‘I awakened Haelang?’
—You gave it that childish name, Haelang. That spirit found where it truly belonged because of you.

He furrowed his brow, saying it was no exaggeration that I had given Haelang new life and strength.

‘Now that I see it, it’s not just strong, but the curse inscribed on the Kraken’s body isn’t working against Haelang.’

The Kraken’s body bore a curse that blocked aura and magic.

But since Haelang used neither magic nor aura, it was subduing the Kraken far more easily than I could.

A deep, resonant roar echoed across the sea.

In the meantime, Haelang severed another of the Kraken’s legs, leaving only four, and carved five deep gashes across its body.

A piercing shriek tore through the air.

As the Kraken’s instincts had been heightened, it felt the pain all the more acutely, bleeding green blood from its entire body as it unleashed a scream that shook the very sea.

“Grrrrr!”

Haelang gnashed its teeth and kicked at the sea, determined to end the Kraken’s life force decisively.

A high-pitched wail pierced the air.

The Kraken tried to retreat backward, crying out, but the bridge connecting the White Blood Cult Headquarters to the Coastal Area prevented its escape.

A violent spray of blood erupted.

Haelang seized the moment and drove its elongated claws deep into the Kraken’s skull.

An agonized shriek tore through the heavens.

The Kraken, seemingly in excruciating agony, convulsed violently across its entire body and hurled the White Blood Cult Headquarters from its back entirely.
It appeared that the instinct to survive had taken precedence over the brainwashing that compelled it to protect the White Blood Cult—a result of the instinct-enhancement magic.

Kwaaaaaaang!

The White Blood Cult Headquarters plummeted between the sea and the beach, unleashing a tremendous tremor. Sand and waves surged upward, scattering brown dust in all directions.

Kieeeee!
“Kyaoooo!”

The Kraken, belying its name as an ancient monstrosity, fled into the sea without a backward glance, and Haelang dove after it, determined to finish the creature once and for all.

“…Is that really the same spirit I saw earlier?”

Larian let out a hollow laugh.

“Please, let me study it for just a bit! Just a little bit!”

She clasped her hands together in supplication. Even amidst war with the White Blood Cult, she brought up research—a mage was a mage indeed.

“The spirit of the sea is one of the legends passed down since ancient times.”

Aris gazed at the waves Haelang had left behind, a deep smile crossing her face.

“I wandered the seas for decades without encountering one, yet our nephew is remarkable.”

She placed a hand on her own shoulder, pleased with the choice to spare Haelang’s life rather than end it.

“Thanks to that, the White Blood Cult’s defensive advantage has diminished as well.”

The White Blood Cult Headquarters, which had been atop the Kraken’s back, had descended to the ground, so the height of the castle wall itself had been significantly reduced. It would be far easier to breach now.

However, since the defensive spells on the Unit itself were so powerful, even though it crashed to the ground, the Blood Ghosts inside the Inner Chamber didn’t seem to have suffered much impact.

“Rise! Charge toward the castle wall again!”

Valdemar, sensing the chaos that had gripped the White Blood Cult, issued a charge command to the swordsmen on the four legs.

“Do not scale the wall! Destroy it!”

He advanced to the forefront, bringing down his blood-infused sword to carve crimson fissures across the castle wall and its enchantments.

“Hah….”

I watched Valdemar severing the enemy’s breath and tightened my grip.

‘He’s not just a fool after all.’

The castle wall of the White Blood Cult Headquarters was fortified with powerful blood-infused enchantments.
Without dispelling that barrier, entering would leave us at a disadvantage in combat, yet Valdemar had recognized this and was moving to destroy the wall and its enchantments first.

‘And he’s keenly aware of the moment when the enemy weakens.’

I had dismissed him as someone incapable of thought, but that very simplicity had transformed into a beast-like instinct on the battlefield—tearing at the enemy’s lifeline with savage precision.

“Let’s move forward!”
“Destroy the wall now and breach the interior!”
“Pour everything into opening a path!”

Burren, who commanded the Gwangpung Hall in my stead, Rabawin, who led the warriors of Cheongpung, and the commanders of the other military divisions all seemed to draw strength from Valdemar’s weighty momentum, charging toward the castle wall alongside their forces.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

The resolve of the Zigheart swordsmen to pierce through the vile wall merged into a single blade, carving deep scars into the White Blood Cult Master’s formidable enchantments.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

As the white castle wall and the defensive enchantments protecting the White Blood Cult Headquarters began to crumble simultaneously, pristine white dimensions materialized from all directions.

Shriek!

Like disturbing a hornet’s nest, countless blood ghosts—their white robes stained with crimson droplets—erupted from the white dimensions.

“The evil spirits!”
“Hold back the demons and protect our god!”
“Do not let them breach the holy ground!”
“Aaaaaahhhhh!”

The Archbishops sent the blood ghosts emerging from the white dimensions forward, blocking the path of the swordsmen attempting to destroy the wall and its enchantments.

“For the Blood God!”
“For the Blood God!”

The Blood Ghosts charged at the swordsmen without weapons, detonating the blood energy concentrated in their hearts the moment the blades cut through them—launching suicide attacks.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

On the narrow bridge, waves of blood energy erupted in succession, and cursed white blood rained down upon the swordsmen’s bodies.

“Gahhhhh!”
“My, my arm!”
“Our aura can’t block it!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen were all Masters, so they managed to defend themselves somehow, but from the other bridges came the screams of soldiers.

“Filthy creatures….”

Martha ground her teeth as she watched the Blood Ghosts swarming up like ants.

“Those Blood Ghosts….”

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he observed the endless stream of Blood Ghosts emerging.

“They didn’t come from inside.”
“Exactly as you say….”

Evelyn exhaled heavily and nodded.

“It seems they’ve summoned Blood Ghosts from other regions to defend the Castle Wall.”

She bit her lip, realizing they must have brought them here through teleportation magic to orchestrate the suicide attacks.

-Truly a filthy race.

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply, noting this was something even most Demons wouldn’t do.

“Is this what they call the power of numbers?”

The White Blood Cult members on the Castle Wall unleashed blood energy, while the cultists emerging from the dimension threw themselves forward, detonating to block the path.

Thanks to Haerang, the Castle Wall that seemed about to be breached began to recede once more.

“Damn vermin!”

Valdemar stamped his foot and raised his sword high. The blade wavered like a rattlesnake’s tail, then tore the Blood Ghosts before him into thousands of pieces.

“Lunan! Trevin!”

At Karun’s cry, Lunan and Trevin, who had been supporting the swordsmen from behind, burst forward.

Whoooosh!

As Lunan’s blade extended with silken grace, both the White Blood Cult members attempting to throw themselves into self-destruction and the Dimension pouring forth its contents froze solid.

Clang!

Trevin seized the opening Lunan had created and brought his blade down sharply, cleaving both the frozen Blood Ghosts and the Dimension in two simultaneously.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had to exert myself!”

Rabawin grasped his sword with both hands and swung it like a windmill, unwilling to be outdone. A magnificent gale erupted, hurling the Blood Ghosts that had been about to explode skyward and seaward.

As the swordsmen standing on their respective positions locked eyes with one another and rushed toward the White Blood Cult Headquarters, a thick and profound scent of blood—unlike anything felt before—flowed down from atop the Castle Wall.

Boom!

The Zigheart swordsmen who were rushing toward the Castle Wall were all pushed back as their sharp, keen bloodlust, honed like a scythe, fell away.

“So the stinking trash has arrived.”

The First Apostle, a man with a pallid complexion that suggested death would not be amiss, gazed down upon Zigheart’s forces with a cold glint in his eyes.

“Not trash, but delicious food that has come of its own accord. They all smell quite appetizing.”

The blue-haired handsome man swept back his white robe and twisted his lips into a smile.

“Sigh, nothing but boring old men.”

The red-haired beauty, her left eye obscured by crimson locks, sighed while resting her chin in both hands.

“That one over there seems decent enough?”

She gazed at Raon in the distance, her crimson lips curling into a smile.

“Stop spouting nonsense and focus. We need to finish preparations before he arrives.”

The White-haired Boy Apostle clicked his tongue at the Red-haired Apostle.

“These creatures….”

Raon furrowed his brow as he observed the newly emerged Blood Ghosts.

“Apostles.”

Though I recognized only the First Apostle’s face, the power emanating from them far surpassed that of ordinary Blood Ghosts. They were undoubtedly Apostles.

‘Their numbers are greater than expected.’

Had they recruited new members?

It seemed they had filled the positions of fallen Apostles with new individuals, resulting in more Apostles than I had anticipated.

-The numbers match if we account for the Apostle who hasn’t appeared.

Wrath’s eyes shifted as he calculated that the count aligned with the missing Apostle.

‘But this isn’t all.’

The one opening the White Dimension was certainly an Apostle, and whoever was summoning Blood Ghosts and maintaining the Castle Wall’s incantations was also an Apostle. They had definitely accepted new Apostles into their ranks.

‘The real problem….’

The number of Transcendents.

The First Apostle was a known Transcendent, but the Blue-haired Apostle in the center also radiated power that transcended even that level.

‘Those two—only Aris and I can face them.’

Only a Transcendent can stand against a Transcendent. Now was the time for Aris and me to step forward.

“Aunt, who will you take on?”

I placed my hand on the Heavenly Sword and asked Aris.

“I’ll handle the First Apostle.”

Aris brushed the sand from her clothes and rose to her feet, recognizing that the time to fight had come.

“We have history with that one.”

She clenched her fist, resolute in her intention to sever the First Apostle’s neck with certainty.

“Then I’ll take the blue-haired one.”

I loosened my wrists as I watched the Blue-haired Apostle smile in my direction.

“As you know, Aunt, we need to finish this as quickly as possible. The fact that the White Blood Cult Master hasn’t appeared means she’s definitely plotting something.”

The White Blood Cult Master I knew was a woman who came forward to the front lines rather than hiding in the back, just to confirm things with her own eyes.
The fact that she sent out the Apostles and didn’t even show her face meant she was definitely scheming something else within the headquarters.

“Besides, we have many exhausted people on our side.”

The mages of the Magic Tower were breathing heavily, having depleted all their mana, and Evelyn couldn’t move either, occupied with dispelling the White Blood Cult’s white mist.

We had to destroy the Castle Wall as quickly as possible and draw out the White Blood Cult Master so that Owen could join this war.

‘But no matter what, casualties are inevitable.’

I had wanted to destroy the Castle Wall of the White Blood Cult Headquarters before the Apostles emerged.
Since that hadn’t happened and the Blood Ghosts continued to multiply, losses would inevitably mount.

“Martha. You support the Gonggeom Unit and Jeongeom Unit—”
“Sorry, but my opponent has appeared too.”

Martha ignored my orders and gazed toward the right Castle Wall.

“I’m going to kill that bastard.”

She glared at the newly emerged Ten Apostle with the savage fury of a wounded beast.

“No.”

I shook my head as I observed the Ten Apostle that Martha was glowering at.

“You cannot defeat them alone….”
“A wise choice.”

Just as I was about to tell her to wait, a quiet voice reached us from behind.

“Vengeance must be taken by one’s own hand.”

Denier Zigheart. He was emerging from the azure dimension, leading the Hyunmu Division.

“Father?”

Martha’s eyes widened in surprise.

“The Division Master, why are you….”

I swallowed hard, observing the serene gleam in Denier’s eyes.

“Upon witnessing the summoning of Blood Ghosts from beyond, the Head of House commanded our participation.”

Denier drew his blade, explaining that he had received Glen’s orders to minimize casualties among our forces and had come to provide support.

Clang!

The swordsmen of the Hyunmu Division, who served him as their lord, raised their blades in unison, unleashing a magnificent wave of sword energy that promised annihilation to the Blood Ghosts.

“….”

I bit the inside of my lip as I observed the fierce determination burning in Denier’s eyes.

‘The Head of House sent him?’

There was nothing strange about it, though.

Denier had received orders to wait, yet he showed a calm response as if there were no issues, which seemed to have earned Glen’s trust.

‘There’s no helping it.’

Denier was suspicious, but he had never taken any action that would harm Zigheart.
To Glen, he was merely a son with slightly inferior abilities, so sending him here was nothing unusual.

“We’ll head to the fifth bridge and disperse their attention. Martha, follow behind me.”

Denier told Martha he would open a path for her, then charged toward the fifth bridge, which was currently empty.

“Yes!”

Martha nodded as if she trusted Denier just as much as herself and pursued him.

“Don’t any of you die.”

Aris murmured the words like an incantation to the swordsmen, then leaped toward the left castle wall where the First Apostle was stationed.

“Raon! Come back safely!”

Evelyn waved her hand as if she alone believed in me. Her trembling fingers revealed how exhausted she was.

“Don’t exhaust yourself against such a fool. You need to preserve your strength for the battle against the White Blood Cult Master.”

Larian nodded confidently, saying she would help when I faced the White Blood Cult Master.

“Of course.”

I gave a short nod while looking at Evelyn and Larian.

‘These two won’t do.’

Evelyn was exhausted, and Larian needed to conserve her strength for the battle against the White Blood Cult Master, so I couldn’t ask her to check Denier.

No—I couldn’t even broach the subject with Larian, regardless of Evelyn’s condition.

‘Then there’s only one person left.’

Raon pushed off the beach with heavy strides and ascended the second bridge, positioning himself beside Valdemar, who carved through the Blood Ghosts at the vanguard.

“Uncle!”

Valdemar caught sight of me and broke into a grin.

“You came to lend a hand?”
“Remember what I promised you before? I’ll create every sword technique you asked for….”

Raon pointed toward Denier, who was carving a path through the fifth bridge.

“Just watch closely.”

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“…Simply restrain him so he cannot emerge. He remains in that vicinity.”

Derus Robert’s lips curled upward as he gazed at the Dragon’s helm reflected in the transparent orb.

Click.

The man within the orb offered no response, and the connection severed entirely.

“Quite the taciturn fellow, isn’t he.”

Derus shrugged and set the orb he’d been holding onto the ebony desk.

“Remarkable, truly. How did Zigheart discover the White Blood Cult Headquarters submerged on the seabed?”

He let out a hollow laugh as he observed the fierce engagement between the White Blood Cult Headquarters and Zigheart along the coastal area.

“No, thinking about it—the fact that they located it and waited all this time is even more astounding. That’s precisely his handiwork.”

Derus’s lips curled upward as he recognized exactly who orchestrated this affair.

“I will prepare to move to the White Blood Cult Headquarters immediately.”

Kubara bowed to Derus Robert before turning to leave.

“No.”

Derus Robert waved his hand lightly.

“Just send me the sturdy ones. Throw them at the castle wall.”
“Pardon? What do you mean….”

Kubara’s eyes widened in confusion.

“So the castle wall doesn’t break immediately. Or rather, send only the appropriate ones so it breaks a bit later. We’ll need some Celestial Race as well.”

Despite receiving a request for support from the White Blood Cult, Derus Robert shook his head as if he had no intention of going himself.

“Then, Master, you will….”
“Three of the Five Emperors are gathered at the White Blood Cult Headquarters. Zigheart, the Magic Tower, Valcar, and even the hidden Owen.”

As he raised his hand with a cold smile, sacred energy surged forth and a white gate opened.

“Only a fool would miss such an opportunity.”

Derus Robert licked his lips like a man standing before a feast, then pushed his foot into the dimension.

“Three of the Five Emperors will disappear today. Have a banquet prepared.”

Derus Robert entered the white dimension without giving Kubara time to respond.
He stood upon a verdant grassland rather than the antique navy carpet, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

“The King of the Grasslands, the Lord of Beasts, hiding in such a decrepit cabin. How truly lamentable.”

Derus Robert furrowed his brow as he gazed upon the rotting cabin, seemingly constructed from ancient wood.

“So you’ve finally found me.”

Ogram, the master of the Beast Alliance and bearing the epithet Wrath King, opened the creaking cabin door and stepped outside.

“You didn’t go to help the White Blood Sect?”

He furrowed his brow as if utterly bewildered.

“I prefer plundering empty houses to lending support.”

Derus Robert let out a long, mocking laugh.

“So it turned out exactly as that child predicted.”

Ogram chuckled broadly, as if he’d known he would meet Derus Robert.

“That child?”
“I’d love to wring your neck with my own hands, but you have another opponent today.”

As he exhaled heavily and stepped back, the sound of footsteps echoed from within the cabin.

“Hmm?”

Derus Robert turned his gaze toward the cabin, his eyes narrowing.

‘How long has he been there?’

A sharp chill of foreboding gripped his chest—he hadn’t known there was another person inside that cabin.

A thin, melodic hum drifted through the air.

A young man in a gray martial robe emerged from the cabin where Ogram had been staying, humming softly.
A black blindfold covered his eyes, yet his movements flowed with the natural grace of one who could see.

“Red hair and a black sword….”

Derus Robert’s lips trembled as he gazed at the black blade hanging at the swordsman’s waist.

“The Black Night Sword God? What are you doing here….”

His eyes widened—he had never imagined he would encounter Darkan in this place.

“The Black Night Sword God….”

Darkan turned his head toward Derus Robert and wagged his finger.

“I’ve abandoned that name.”
“What…?”
“I’m merely a blind swordsman who barely escaped being a beggar.”

He stood before Derus Robert and drew his black sword.

“When I was called the Sword God, I lacked freedom. When I surrendered my eyes, I lacked composure. Thanks to that man, I became a true beggar and let go of the past—and a new path opened before me. I should thank him.”

Darkan recalled Raon’s voice as he leveled his black sword at Derus Robert.

A resonant hum pierced the air.

The windless sky above the grassland trembled, and the earth itself cried out as if in fury.

A chilling killing intent spread across the entire world, as though this grassland—no, this very world—had deemed Derus Robert an enemy.

Having lost his eyes and abandoned his station, the swordsman’s will to pursue perfection had already reached the pinnacle of this world.

“As that child said, I’ve become quite the decent blade.”

Darkan laughed with satisfaction. He flicked his finger toward Derus Robert, whose eyes had narrowed.

“You’ll serve perfectly as a palate cleanser before the main course.”

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