The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1054

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Chapter 1054

“Ah….”

Martha’s eyes reddened as she watched Raon simultaneously sever the 12th Apostle and the Castle Wall. With trembling lips, she thrust her blade toward the 10th Apostle’s waist.

Clang!

For the first time, Martha’s sword pierced through the 10th Apostle’s spear and tore his long robe. She seemed to have regained her composure not from Raon killing the 12th Apostle, but from his words—”Now it’s your turn to show what you can do.”

-It means he trusts you.

Wrath smiled faintly as he sensed Martha’s newfound composure and momentum.

-Since you showed faith, the beef girl also wants to answer that trust.

He sniffled his nose as if watching a grown daughter.

‘Why are you crying? Anyone watching would think you raised her.’

I let out a hollow laugh as I glanced at Wrath.

-Didn’t the True Demon King carry her on his back and raise her! Of course my heart swells!

Wrath furrowed his brow as if asking why I would question something so obvious, then rushed forward.

‘I’ve never seen him carry anyone on his back….’

As I pushed Wrath away and tried to enter the White Blood Cult Headquarters, it happened.

Whoooosh!

White blood erupted from the corpse of the 12th Apostle, split in half, forming a small pool that coiled around my ankles.

“What is this….”

I furrowed my brow as I watched the pool of blood essence drag and pull at my legs.

‘It’s sticky even as it separates, refusing to let go.’

My body went limp as if I’d sunk into desert sand, and my legs began to be pulled into the pool. I tried to extract myself using aura, but no matter how much force I applied, my legs wouldn’t budge.

‘Could it be….’
[Haaaaaah!]

Just as I was about to slash the pool with my sword, the 12th Apostle’s voice echoed from within the white blood.

[I never imagined I’d die from a single sword strike. You’re truly remarkable.]

The 12th Apostle let out a hollow laugh as if finding the situation absurd.

“12th Apostle….”

I furrowed my brow as I saw the 12th Apostle’s smug face reflected in the white pool.

“You were alive?”
[No, I’m dead. You split me in half—how could I be alive?]

The 12th Apostle shook his head leisurely while speaking of his own death.

[This is a lingering thought I left behind as I died.]
“A lingering thought?”
[Yes. I inscribed a curse of mutual destruction upon my soul—a sorcery that would drag whoever killed me down to hell alongside me.]

He split his lips wide as he explained that his soul remained because of that very sorcery.

[You can never escape the blood curse!]

As the 12th Apostle shrieked a grotesque cry, urging me to die with him, the pool’s power pulling at my body intensified dramatically. It was far stronger than the blood energy the 12th Apostle had possessed while alive.

“Haaah….”

I exhaled roughly, enduring the pain of body and spirit as if pierced by thousands of needles.

‘So he did have a hidden trump card after all.’

This is exactly why I wanted to learn more before finishing him.

If I had provoked the 12th Apostle into a prolonged battle, I would have noticed this sorcery and either purified him before killing him or simply severed his limbs. What troubled me was that I hadn’t had the time.

‘But this might actually be better.’

He called it a blood curse, after all.

Not just any curse, but specifically a blood curse—which meant I might actually turn this to my advantage.

“Raon!”
“Are you alright…?”

Martha and Lunan called out to me simultaneously.

“Don’t worry about me. Focus on your own battles.”

I shook my head calmly and, rather than resist the pull of the blood pool dragging at my body, I released all tension and let myself go limp.
The moment my resistance vanished, the pool’s suction intensified dramatically, swallowing my entire body whole.

Whoooosh!

My breath caught as though I’d plunged into water. Beneath the pool lay no earth, but an endless expanse of pristine crimson—a sea of blood. Everywhere I looked, blood essence churned and writhed with violent intensity.

[Kihahahaha!]

The 12th Apostle’s spirit, shaped like a shark, rushed toward me as if to devour me whole. Blood trickled from my forearm where his fangs had grazed it.

[No matter who you are, you cannot escape this curse! You will die with me!]

The 12th Apostle opened his massive jaws wide, intent on tearing out my throat this time.

“Do you really think I came in here by accident?”

I smiled thinly and thrust the Soul Reaper Sword forward.

“This blade still hungers, or so it claims.”
[What?]

The 12th Apostle’s eyes narrowed in confusion at my words.

“Consume and obliterate it.”

I summoned the Heavenly Demon’s extreme nature above the Soul Reaper Sword. Blazing flames unfurled like a cloth across the crimson blade, ensnaring every lingering thought and blood essence of the 12th Apostle as it charged forward with bared fangs.
It was Mugeumhyang—the absolute technique of the Heavenly Demon that erased all malevolent energy.

Whoooooosh!

Thickened by the power of the soul, Mugeumhyang pierced through even the 12th Apostle’s struggling spirit, which harbored immense blood essence.

[This… what is this…?]

The 12th Apostle’s voice trembled with disbelief.

“You called it a blood curse earlier? This Soul Reaper Sword was forged as a ceremonial blade to console those slain by your kind. A blood curse is nothing but sustenance for this blade.”

I twisted my lips and incinerated the 12th Apostle’s soul and blood essence contained within Mugeumhyang.

[Kyaaaaaahhh!]

As the 12th Apostle’s death cry echoed, white blood melted into the flames. The Soul Reaper Sword’s blade, having absorbed the blood essence, grew even more crimson—as though countless grudges still remained to be repaid.

“Ugh!”
“The 12th Apostle fell so easily…?”
“He… he overcame the blood curse.”
“Such power defies reason. How could such a being…?”

The Archbishops swallowed hard, witnessing Raon effortlessly overcome the 12th Apostle and the blood curse.

“The sorcery protecting the Castle Wall has been broken. Cheoljeon Unit Master and Wanyeol Unit Master, advance into the inner chamber and suppress the Apostles.”

I pointed toward the interior beyond the collapsed Castle Wall. Within remained Apostles reinforcing the sorcery and those summoning Blood Ghosts, but those two would be more than capable of suppressing them.

“Yes…!”
“We accept your command!”

Lunan and Trevin led the Wanyeol Unit and Cheoljeon Unit, charging past the collapsed Castle Wall and slashing through the Blood Ghosts attempting to fill the breach.

“Leave this to us too!”

Aris winked at me with one eye, declaring she would behead the First Apostle and follow after. She was locked in an even match with the First Apostle, yet her demeanor exuded composure—as if she harbored hidden reserves of power.

“Martha. Your task extends beyond simply slaying the 10th Apostle.”

I turned my gaze toward Martha, who was engaged in close combat with the 10th Apostle.

“I know!”

Martha pressed her lips firmly together and nodded, having regained her composure. Her expression made clear she understood her role precisely.

“Don’t worry and go!”

Denier revealed a serene gaze, declaring he would support Martha and protect the people on the bridge.

-The most suspicious one telling us not to worry!

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

-I’m more concerned about you than the Blood Ghosts!

He trembled his hands, uncertain what Denier might do.

‘Looking at him now, he truly resembles a father devoted to his daughter.’

All my previous suspicions paled in comparison as Denier cut through the Blood Ghosts and Archbishops without hesitation. He had saved Martha’s life, and the countless times he had looked after his subordinates were beyond counting.
Judging solely by his performance on the battlefield, he was the very image of a father who cherished his daughter and subordinates more than his own life.

‘There’s no choice now.’

I wanted to keep watching Denier, but there was no time for that.

‘I’ve already spoken to Valdemar. I can only trust him.’

Valdemar, having heard my words, was tearing through Blood Ghosts on the fourth bridge closest to Denier.
Since the gap in martial prowess between him and Denier was negligible, he would be more than capable of stopping any suspicious actions.

‘Right now, stopping the White Blood Cult Master is what matters.’

I followed the path that Lunan and Trevin had opened, entering the White Blood Cult Headquarters.
It appeared to be a pristine white city, immaculate and pure, yet beneath its surface, a stench of blood flowed like a river, assaulting the senses.

Uuuuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword, too, seemed to sense the virulent blood energy that composed this city, erupting with an intense resonance.

‘Where is the White Blood Cult Master?’

I narrowed my eyes as I sprinted toward the city’s center.

‘The layout seems different from when I was here before.’

The paths and buildings I had seen when I came to rescue Ogram were nowhere to be found. It appeared they had expanded the headquarters in the meantime.

‘It’s far too vast. I can’t wander aimlessly like this.’

I stopped in my tracks and activated Seolhwa’s Demonic Eye. A clear, ethereal energy seeped into my weary eyes, and
I began to perceive the flow of energy spreading throughout the entire city.

‘Definitely different.’

With Seolhwa’s perception combined with Wrath’s Demonic Eye, both my sight and senses opened fully, making it far easier to discern the movements of enemies than before.

Uuuuuuung!

As I focused on Seolhwa’s Demonic Eye and swept my gaze across the entire city, I turned my attention northward.

‘What is that…?’

At the northern edge of the city stood a structure resembling a cathedral, and from within it, something deeply unsettling was emanating.

It wasn’t an aura or blood energy. I could feel someone’s very soul presence transforming into a chilling hue.

‘Could it be….’
-Indeed it is.

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply.

-That mosquito woman is inside that building, and her soul is ascending to the stage of awakening.

He clenched his fists, realizing the White Blood Cult Master was attempting to breach the wall.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

I drove my heel into the ground with such force that fissures spider-webbed across the earth. Using Taewhae Ibow, I shattered the battlefield beneath me and launched upward toward the northern building.

Whoooosh!

As I pushed off the empty air, racing toward the cathedral where the White Blood Cult Master hid, a thick white mist suddenly engulfed my vision, obscuring everything before me.

‘This is…’

The same acrid stench as the white mist that had guarded the front of the White Blood Cult Headquarters. The fog stripped away my sense of direction, making it impossible to discern my own location.

“I’m sorry, but I’m done holding back.”

I thrust the Soul Reaper Sword forward, summoning Glacsia’s frigid power. I tore open the azure sky to call forth the wind, and brought down wrathful lightning to cleave the earth. Changgung Cheonroe—a sword strike that harmonized the Changgung Sword and Cheonroe technique, tearing through the dense mist.

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!

As I rushed through the split mist toward the cathedral where the White Blood Cult Master awaited, hundreds of sorcerous constructs and Blood Ghosts came surging toward me.

“You cannot escape this place!”

A middle-aged man with a shaved head like a monk pointed at me, unleashing pure white sorcery in torrents.
This man appeared to be the Apostle who had been reinforcing the Castle Wall’s sorceries all along.

“Aaaahhh!”
“Throw yourselves forward to defend!”
“Spill your blood to block the path!”
“It must not be breached!”

Upon hearing the Apostle’s commands, the Archbishop and Blood Ghosts amplified their vital essence and charged forward, determined to stop me even at the cost of their lives.

Whooooom!

In that moment, the Apostle deployed sorcery that compressed my body and aura, rendering me unable to move swiftly.

“Just look at those desperate faces. I can tell this is a crucial moment for the White Blood Cult Master. If you’re all willing to stake your lives to protect it….”

Raon gazed toward the Cathedral at the northern edge and summoned golden flames that consumed the white blood aura.

“Then I’ll stake my life to break through!”

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A crimson space that clashed with the White Blood Sect’s aesthetic.

“Haaah….”

The White Blood Cult Master swept the red blood filling the chamber into her arms, exhaling with exhilaration.

‘I can feel it.’

The blood and her soul resonated as if becoming one. Just as transcendent warriors freely wielded nature’s mana, the very concept of blood was now harmonizing with her soul.

‘Is this the pinnacle of blood arts?’

The true essence of blood—which she had once viewed merely as a tool for growing stronger—seeped into her soul. If she could embody this sensation, she would be able to replace her body by simply infusing her own blood, without needing to employ grand techniques as before.
If I embody this sensation, I’ll be able to swap bodies by simply infusing my own blood without needing to use the great technique like before.

“If that becomes possible, there won’t be anyone in this world who can match me.”

There’s no such thing as a human without blood.

If you could swap out your body whenever you pleased, you wouldn’t need to worry about your body’s durability, so you could give your all in every moment.
‘Hehe.’

The White Blood Cult Master’s lips curled upward as she watched the red blood filling the chamber turn white.

‘Not much longer now.’

“There’s not much left now.”

The blood filling this chamber belongs to nobles with exceptional constitutions.
If this blood becomes as transparent as water, I will be able to control the blood of all humans. I will not remain merely a Cult Leader—I will ascend to the heavens as a Blood God.

‘Just a little more….’

The crimson blood that had been chillingly vivid now rippled white, as if someone had splashed white paint across it. I felt my soul vibrating violently, as though it were shedding its shell and breaking free.

Whoooooosh!

It was the moment the White Blood Cult Master closed her eyes to awaken her soul. A sharp, stinging pain erupted in her mind, as if struck by a tiny pebble.

‘Does it still have the strength to resist?’

I felt the soul of this current body, buried deep within the Mental World, writhing.

“Do not worry. I will devour that child whole, just as you wished.”

The White Blood Cult Master was about to suppress the resisting soul and begin the final purification when—

Craaaaaack!

Cracks spiderwebbed across the southern wall of the Temple, and the blood that had been reduced to mere specks of dust began to leak through.

“No, this cannot be!”

The White Blood Cult Master cried out in anguish and reached out her hand, but since she had not yet fully awakened, she could not stop the blood from escaping.

“What in the world—”

She was about to forcibly activate her blood technique to seal the leaking blood when—

Booooom!

The wall shattered into fragments, and a golden radiance poured through.

“Were you bathing?”

Raon Zigheart. The one with brilliant golden hair swept back as though bearing the sun itself looked down at her, twisting his lips into a smile.

“I’ll make sure to give you a clean cut. Wash your neck well and come out.”

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