The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1053

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Chapter 1053

Whoooooosh!

The sky howled with savage fury, and the earth writhed in rage. Mana of such overwhelming magnitude surged around them that it seemed capable of shattering the world itself.

“You’ve become quite the respectable blade.”

Derus Robert felt the frigid air that made the entire world seem like an enemy, and he channeled power to his fingertips.

“If anyone else had said such a thing, I would have torn their mouth to shreds on the spot. But you… you have the qualifications to speak such words.”

Darkan from the Six Emperors Five Demons era had been a monster positioned at the very pinnacle among transcendents, yet I was confident I could defeat him without much difficulty.

‘I could read his thoughts, and his power was laid bare before my eyes.’

But the current Darkan revealed nothing. From him, I sensed a peculiar force that defied my prediction.

It wasn’t merely that his power had grown stronger—the strange aura he now possessed suggested he was no longer an opponent I could easily defeat even with all my strength. Both Darkan’s appearance and his transformed nature unsettled me, causing my jaw to tighten without my awareness.
Both Darkan’s appearance and his changed demeanor flustered her so much that she unconsciously clenched her jaw.

“You seem quite flustered.”

Darkan let out a faint smile as if he had expected as much.

“Fine. Since it probably won’t taste good if we eat it now, I’ll give you time to focus.”

He clapped his hands as if to tell her to snap out of it.

“Why are you standing in my way here at The Facility?”

Derus Robert furrowed his brow as he looked at Darkan, who was laughing.

“The Holy Sword Association? Betrayal? You say amusing things yourself.”
“The Holy Sword Association? Betrayal? You say the most ridiculous things.”

Darkan tapped his forehead with his finger and twisted his mouth.

“As I said from the beginning, I am neither the Holy Sword Master nor the Black Night Sword God. This Darkan walks whatever path pleases me, regardless of the Five Emperors or Four Demons. I came here simply because I wanted to see your sword.”

He shook his head as if that was all there was to it.

“So you really did hand over the Holy Sword Association to the Sword Ghost?”
“It’s not so much that I handed it over as he consumed it of his own accord. Either way, it doesn’t matter. The only reason I was playing the role of Holy Sword Master was to witness more swordsmanship.”

Darkan spoke of the Holy Sword Association—one of the nine greatest powers on the Continent—as if discarding a useless stone.

“Surely you didn’t also….”
“Yes. I gouged them out with my own hands.”

He grinned, speaking of how he had extracted his own eyes.

“You’re completely insane….”

Derus Robert let out a hollow laugh as he observed the composed Darkan.

‘I knew Darkan was obsessed with the sword, but to this extent….’

I was naturally aware that the Black Night Sword God Darkan was entranced by swordsmanship.

But I could never have imagined he would abandon the Holy Sword Association and gouge out both his own eyes to dedicate himself entirely to personal training.

‘A madman.’

An incomprehensible lunatic.

Until now, only two people had exceeded my predictions, but it seemed Darkan would be added to that list.

“There’s one more thing I want to ask.”

Derus Robert exhaled a turbid breath and lifted his gaze.

“Why are you with Ogram? And not at the Beast Alliance Headquarters either… Hmm!”

He let out a low exclamation upon seeing the hands clad in leather gloves.

“Could the child you mentioned be….”

Derus Robert narrowed his eyes as he watched the crimson droplets fall from his glove, blood splattering onto the ground.

“Raon Zigheart?”
“Correct.”

Darkan nodded heavily.

“In fact, I predicted that you would even speak his name, Raon.”

He twisted his lips, saying that Raon had foreseen this very moment.

“That twisted expression of yours is truly delightful!”

Ogram let out a sneer as he watched the frozen Derus Robert.

“You are nothing but a monkey dancing in the palm of Raon’s hand! Derus Robert!”

He stamped his foot, crying out that Derus Robert’s strength could not even reach the tips of Raon’s toes.

“Heh. Kahahaha!”

Derus Robert swept back his hair with his bloodied hand. Crimson blood stained his silver locks, painting a grotesque image.

“I’m not sure whether to call this joy or rage.”

Even the subordinates who had followed him for a lifetime did not know that he would visit the Beast Alliance—or rather, the small tribe where Ogram was hiding.

Yet Raon Zigheart had read his psychology and summoned Darkan to this place.
I was delighted that there existed someone who understood me completely, yet simultaneously, fury ignited within me that this person was Raon.

“Don’t you think I’ve given you enough time to regain your senses?”

Darkan tilted his chin, as if suggesting they begin anew.

“Sigh…”

Derus Robert exhaled a pale breath and rotated his wrist.

“My mood is rather foul right now.”

Despite his words about his foul mood, he showed no excitement whatsoever, calmly grasping the hilt of his sword.

“Your mouth is going to sting quite a bit.”

The moment Derus Robert drew his blade, the killing intent pouring from heaven and earth twisted in direction, beginning to push back against Darkan instead.

“Excellent!”

As Darkan raised his sword with a look of pleasant surprise, wrinkling the bridge of his nose, the battlefield trembled violently, releasing an intense wave that seemed to support him.

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

The sky, as if following Derus Robert, blazed with brilliant radiance, while the earth supporting Darkan erupted with a thick, dark aura.

“Even if my palate tears completely, it matters not….”

Satisfied with Derus Robert’s momentum pushing back his own aura, Darkan’s lips curled upward.

“Give me everything you have!”

He nodded, as if willing to die in this moment.

“You’ll come to regret those words.”

Derus Robert and Darkan raised their blades simultaneously. The two Transcendents remained motionless like statues for a long moment, and the instant they felt the winter wind piercing through the killing intent and pressing down upon them, they drove their swords downward toward each other’s throats.
The black blade and silver blade collided head-on, tearing open a massive chasm that seemed to connect heaven and earth.

Ku-u-u-u-u-u-ung!

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Chwa-a-a-a-ack!

Raon brought his crimson blade down upon the Blood Ghosts rushing toward him to detonate themselves. A flame-wreathed edge that seemed to cleave space itself severed both the Blood Ghosts and the dimension beyond them.

Yet the Blood Ghosts tore open new dimensions and hurled themselves forward, detonating their blood essence in explosive bursts.

‘Are they trying to block the path at any cost?’

Thanks to the White Blood Cult throwing self-destructing Blood Ghosts, the sorcery of the Castle Wall grew stronger and the path was indeed being sealed, but the human casualties were staggering.

Even now, hundreds were dying by the moment, yet the white dimension continued to spew forth Blood Ghosts without end.
Their determination to block the Castle Wall by sacrificing every last Blood Ghost remaining on the Continent was palpable.

‘Is she truly crafting some new sorcery?’

The fact that the White Blood Cult Master hadn’t appeared even in this dire situation made it certain she was hidden somewhere within the Cult Headquarters, scheming something else.

“Your filthy blood cannot enter the Holy Ground!”
“Demons! Perish!”
“I shall purify you even if it costs my soul!”
“Blood God, hear us!”

The White Blood Cult followers rushed toward me with eyes tinted by madness, as though possessed by divine fervor.

‘I need to cut through those first.’

I was slashing through the Blood Ghosts that surged forward like a tide and simultaneously attempting to seal the dimension behind them.

Whoooooosh!

A blood essence wave of unprecedented magnitude erupted from atop the Castle Wall. Crescent-shaped blood energy poured down directly above my head.

Clang!

I deflected the overwhelming blood essence with my Rosary Wall, then lifted my gaze upward.

“Are you Raon Zigheart?”

An Apostle with blue hair, a massive scythe balanced on his shoulder, looked down at me with a twisted smile.

“Indeed, I sense an aura distinctly different from the others. Had you stood before me earlier, you might have soiled yourself in fear.”

He laughed playfully even as countless people perished on the battlefield around us.

“An Apostle?”
“Yes. I am the 12th. My name is….”
“I have no need to hear your name.”

I raised my hand and silenced the 12th Apostle.

“A name that will die and be forgotten today.”

Despite the mockery in my words, I steadied my heart with composure.

‘He is weaker than me, but I cannot afford to underestimate him.’

The 12th Apostle was a transcendent who had reached a stable realm. Even if he fell slightly short of me, he was a warrior who had transcended the Wall of Transcendence through the convictions he had built himself—I could not afford to be careless.

‘Especially one wielding such an unusual weapon.’

Unlike the common weapons used by most warriors—swords, blades, spears—those who wielded peculiar tools like that massive scythe surely harbored hidden techniques that could turn the tide of battle.

‘I need to conserve my strength for the battle with the White Blood Cult Master. First, I should observe what abilities he possesses….’

As I prepared to scale the Castle Wall, a violent shockwave erupted from the Fifth Bridge.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Denier and the Hyunmu Division had finally broken through the Blood Ghosts and sent Martha toward the 10th Apostle.

“I have lived all this time to kill you and that woman!”

Martha brought her sword down toward the 10th Apostle’s neck, her voice a roar of fury.

Clang!

The 10th Apostle could no longer ignore Martha’s attacks like before and summoned a spear to block them.

“You have grown stronger.”

He met her blazing eyes and nodded calmly.

“Shut up!”

Martha pushed back the 10th Apostle’s spear with her sword blazing in golden light. The blood ghosts and swordsmen’s eyes widened at the sight of her repelling an Apostle with her own power.

“So it’s you. Martha Zigheart.”

The 12th Apostle examined Martha’s face and twisted his lips into a smile.

“It seems you remember how our senior took your mother. However….”

He raised his finger with deliberate slowness, as if mocking Martha.

“I was there too. Did you forget?”

The 12th Apostle pointed to himself with the finger he had been circling.

“What…?”

Martha, mid-pressure against the 10th Apostle, shifted her gaze toward the 12th Apostle.

“Don’t you remember? I was about to grab your mother’s hair and tear her throat out. Your senior here stopped me.”

The 12th Apostle twisted his lips as if questioning why she would strike her benefactor instead of her enemy.

“You!”

Martha ground her teeth and pivoted on her heel. Without looking back, she charged toward the 12th Apostle.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

But the 10th Apostle was not one to let her slip away so easily.

Crack!

He angled his spear shaft to deflect Martha’s sword, then whipped the haft toward her waist.

“Ugh….”

Martha trembled as she was driven against the castle wall, her grip on her sword wavering.

“Do not ignore the opponent before your eyes.”

The 10th Apostle thrust a spear blazing with pale white light, intent on killing Martha in a single stroke.

“Martha!”

Denier urgently scaled the Castle Wall and knocked away the 10th Apostle’s descending spear aimed at Martha’s throat.

“These cursed demons….”

Martha rose to her feet, biting her lips reddened with blood.

“I’ll slaughter every last one of you!”

She radiated a killing intent so chilling it seemed to freeze the air itself—not merely against the Apostles, but against all the Blood Ghosts that existed in this world.

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry.”

The 12th Apostle shrugged his shoulders playfully as he regarded Martha.

“Wouldn’t it be better for that body of yours to live as our Cult Leader and become a god, rather than as an ordinary mother? It benefits us both!”

He laughed mockingly, not just at Martha but at the entirety of Zigheart, as if taunting them all. His voice resonated in their ears with an otherworldly quality—it seemed a sorcery designed to shake the mind was at work.

Goooooooh!

The Zigheart swordsmen, falling prey to the 12th Apostle’s provocation, unleashed an intense killing intent not at their immediate enemies, but toward him.

“You bastard!”

Martha, naturally the quickest and most powerfully affected by the provocation, rushed at him once more.

Kuuuuung!

After deflecting Denier’s blade, the 10th Apostle moved to intercept Martha’s assault as she charged toward the 12th Apostle.

“Ah, now you remember? I was feeling lonely.”

The 12th Apostle licked his lips from behind the 10th Apostle.

“But what I said remains true. Your mother’s soul is merely one among countless worms, but our Cult Leader is singular and supreme.”

He tapped his finger against his lips as if to emphasize that he hadn’t been lying.

“Krraaahhh!”

Martha shrieked as though she would slay the 12th Apostle, swinging her blade with fury, but the 10th Apostle and the Archbishops refused to release her.

Uuuuuuung!

I grasped the Soul Reaper Sword, which erupted with a somber resonance that echoed Martha’s turbulent emotions.

‘Am I resonating with Martha’s sorrow?’

The vengeful spirits dwelling within the Soul Reaper Sword were victims of the White Blood Cult. They understood Martha’s anguish and grief, their hatred toward the Blood Ghosts laid bare without restraint.

Fuuuuuh!

Ordinarily, Rimer’s wind would have soothed the vengeful spirits, but today it aligned with their fury, conjuring a harsh and frigid gale.

“You said 12th Apostle, right?”

I sheathed the Heavenly Sword and drew the Soul Reaper Sword.

“I’ll tear that mouth of yours first.”

Having lived as an assassin, I had always moved only after thoroughly assessing my opponent’s capabilities and methods.

Today as well, I had intended to gauge the 12th Apostle’s true strength before engaging, so as to preserve my power for the White Blood Cult Master, but now I could not restrain myself.

“You’re coming in right away?”

The 12th Apostle lifted his chin provocatively. It was a sign that he possessed hidden strength.

“With such a short blade, I doubt you’ll even reach me, let alone this Castle Wall.”

He curled his lips upward, confident in both the sorcery of the Castle Wall and his own power.

“Short, you say?”

As I let out a scoff and summoned the Manhwagong, crimson flames spread across the Soul Reaper Sword’s blade, then extended skyward with magnificent grandeur.

“What in the….”

The 12th Apostle sensed the profound resentment dwelling within the Soul Reaper Sword and the resolute aura of Manhwagong, his eyes widening as he raised a shield of blood essence and chanted a supreme incantation.
A damp, curse-like energy bloomed above his shoulders. Blood essence rippled as if to reflect the incoming attack.

“None of it will matter.”

Raon advanced toward the Castle Wall, raising the Soul Reaper Sword. Following the current guided by the vengeful spirits, I brought down the crimson blade and unlocked the profound mysteries of ten thousand swords that I had cultivated until now.

Kuguguguguguguuu!

The heavy sword grew heavier, the swift sword faster, and the precise sword extended sharper. The vengeful spirits’ will to annihilate the Blood Ghosts was contained within my blade, elevating the realm of ten thousand swords to an even greater height.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

The incantation of the White Blood Cult Master protecting the White Blood Cult Headquarters shattered, the white Castle Wall crumbled, and a crimson line was drawn across the body of the 12th Apostle standing upon it.

“Im, impossible. Absolute defense and reflection….”

The 12th Apostle trembled as he watched the massive scythe, split in half, crumble to dust.

“Gaaaahhh….”

Unable to withstand his body being split in two, he spewed white blood and fell along with the rubble that had formed the Castle Wall.

“The resentment and sorrow dwelling in this blade run deeper and longer than any sword in this world. It is not a depth you could ever bear. Of course….”

Raon stepped upon the blood-soaked earth where the 12th Apostle had fallen and crossed over the collapsed Castle Wall.

“Since you didn’t know that, you just ran your mouth and died.”

I raised my clenched fist toward Martha, whose eyes were wide open on the right side.

“Now it’s your turn to show what you’ve got.”

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