The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1125

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Chapter 1125

“Hmm….”

I bit my lip as I watched Evelyn set up her magic circle in the Mugeomgak Training Ground.

‘Time is running short.’

Though Evelyn was preparing her magic far more swiftly than before, considerable time had already elapsed since Lectar’s blood had stained the letter, and my hands began to tremble involuntarily with worry.

‘And besides….’

I need time to pursue Grandfather.

No matter how grievously wounded Lectar was, he couldn’t have fallen right there. Given that he likely retreated while fighting, tracking him down would consume considerable time as well.

‘Faster. The magic must be completed faster….’

It was then, as I tapped the blade of the Heavenly Sword with my fingers, unable to conceal my impatience.

-Compose yourself.

Wrath placed his hand on my shoulder.

-Even an Archangel won’t easily capture that old geezer.

He demonstrated the importance of not rushing, drawing a deep breath.

‘You’re right about that.’

I nodded, steadying my breathing.

‘Grandfather has ascended to the same level as the leaders of the Five Emperors Three Demons. Even an Archangel wouldn’t easily overcome him in a one-on-one confrontation. However….’

I gripped the blade of the Heavenly Sword tightly, my brow furrowed.

‘If he’s protecting the other Holy Sword Association swordsmen, the situation becomes entirely different.’

Unlike the Previous Holy Sword Master Darkan, Lectar possessed a compassionate heart. Witnessing his subordinates fall or suffer wounds filled me with deeper concern—he was the type to sacrifice himself to save everyone.

—Ugh…

Wrath released a pained groan, unable to refute that assessment.

‘But your advice not to rush—that’s sound.’

I exhaled a turbid breath that seemed to constrict my chest and nodded.

‘The moment we arrive, there could be enemies waiting.’

The instant Evelyn completed her magic circle, I would need to track Lectar immediately. It was crucial to release the tension coiling through my mind and sharpen my focus—ready for whatever calamity might unfold.

“M-master will definitely be fine.”

Dorian nodded while clutching his sword tightly.

“He’ll be alive and well.”

He seemed to recall Jalec, the Holy Sword Association’s swordmaster who had taught him the Art of Perception, and pressed his lips firmly together.

“Well said. We should begin believing everything is fine and intact.”

Martha nodded, advocating for optimism. Hearing such words from her felt both strange and encouraging.

Exhale.

I watched Evelyn’s magic circle begin to glow softly as I rotated my wrists and loosened my legs.

‘If enemies appear, cut them down and move immediately.’

Following Sparrow toward Lectar’s location, I would need to advance in a straight line, destroying everything in my path. I resonated the Ring of Fire to unleash its full potential and let the auras of Manhwagong and Glacsia flow through my entire body.

‘Help me too.’

I called to Wrath, suspended in the empty air.

‘If this ends properly, I’ll eat ice cream until my belly bursts….’
-It is done!

Wrath brought his hand down decisively.

-What do you take the True Demon King for! I do not make deals with family, only with those outside my circle!

He nodded his massive head, declaring that he would do his utmost to help me find Lectar as well.

‘…Thank you.’

I smiled thinly. Seeing Wrath’s crumpled face lifted my spirits a little.

‘Thanks to you, my heart feels lighter and my strength returns….’

I was about to speak to Wrath when it happened.

“Raon!”

Evelyn called out to me from atop a magic circle that blazed with brilliant light.

“I’ll send you first!”

She activated the magic circle, saying it would take too long to transport everyone together, so it was better to send me ahead.

Whoooooosh!

The mana tracing the circle rose like ancient tree roots, spreading blue light across heaven and earth.

“Just me?”

I approached Evelyn and asked in return.

“Yes. Transporting everyone together would take much more time. It’s better if you go first.”

She nodded, as if she had read my heart through her stern expression.

‘So she’s being considerate even to that extent.’

Evelyn sensed her own anxiety and seemed to have modified the magic circle to send at least one person ahead.
Though she was usually a woman who made one’s mind wander, in urgent situations like this, she was a more trustworthy ally than anyone else.

“I’ve already sent a letter to Grandfather at the Family Estate, and I’ll bring everyone else with me.”

She smiled brightly as if there was nothing to worry about.

“Thank you.”

I thanked Evelyn and stood at the center of the magic circle.

“I’ll definitely repay this debt.”
“You don’t need to repay it. Just go rescue Grandfather, and then let’s go on a date together.”

The moment Evelyn spoke of it as a promise, the blue light of the magic circle blazed intensely, and my vision turned pitch black.

Whoooosh!

As I opened my eyes again, feeling my body lift weightlessly, I saw the White Castle collapsed and split in half.

‘This is….’

Grandfather’s sword mark.

The castle had been cleaved in two by Lectar’s blade strike. It seemed he had been attacked after destroying the castle here.

‘The attacker was….’

I bit my lip as I sensed the sacred lightning aura spreading throughout the castle and its surroundings.

‘No, this isn’t the time to think about that.’

First, I need to find Grandfather’s location!

I spread my senses at full power, but the thick remnants of divine power and aura lingering in the area prevented me from properly sensing anyone else’s presence.

‘Then….’

I took out the young Sparrow I had brought with me cradled in my arms.

“Please, find Grandfather for me.”

I channeled the scorching essence of fire into Sparrow and sent him soaring into the sky.

Chirp!

Sparrow immediately found his bearing and began flying southward with wings spread wide.

-So you were telling the truth—he’s an Archangel!

Wrath threw back his chin and bared his teeth.

-The aura intertwined with your grandfather’s is pure divine power of an Archangel. And there’s only one who wields lightning like that. Archangel Ramiel!

He furrowed his brow, certain that the technique bore Ramiel’s unmistakable signature among all the Archangels.

‘Ramiel? Is he that powerful of an Archangel?’
-He possesses tremendous pride and self-regard. A bizarre creature—hardly what you’d call an angel, with no clear distinction between good and evil. Truth be told, he poses no great threat to the True Demon King himself, but….

Wrath narrowed his eyes with an ominous gleam.

-Lightning is his weapon, and for humans, he is a formidable threat indeed.

He shook his head, noting that lightning was as antithetical to humans as anything could be.

‘It’s fine.’

I kept pace with Sparrow’s flight speed using the Tae Hwa Steps, shaking my head.

‘Grandfather will endure. I’m certain of it.’

I etched Lectar’s face into my mind and pushed forward with all my strength, tearing across the ground.

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Boom!

Spears of lightning fell in succession as if the heavens themselves were raging, shaking the Battlefield.
The Forest that once stood there burned away entirely, leaving only blackened and crumbling earth in its wake.

Crash!

No—the center of where the lightning struck had not collapsed. A gaunt old man wielding a sword ablaze with azure light was cleaving through the massive lightning.

Lectar, the Sword Ghost, the Holy Sword Master of this era, pressed forward against the Archangel Ramiel’s assault despite the grave wound to his right arm.

Screeeech!

Lectar’s slash, infused with the mysteries of ten thousand swords, cut through the brilliant yellow lightning and shot toward the Archangel Ramiel’s throat as he stood in the sky.

“Hmph!”

As Ramiel opened his palm, a shield rippling with electric current rose up and absorbed Lectar’s sword strike entirely.

“An Archangel is nothing special after all.”

Lectar raised his sword toward Ramiel without sparing a glance at the blood and fluid streaming from his shoulders and forearms.

“That old man… he’s truly insane.”

Lawrence’s mouth fell open in admiration at Lectar’s martial prowess.

“Master…”

Mustan bit his lip as he noticed Lectar’s waist trembling slightly.

‘There’s no way he isn’t in pain. If I hadn’t been there…’

When Lectar was about to deal with the remaining subordinates of Derus from the Celestial Race’s Castle he had cut through, space suddenly tore open and lightning erupted forth.

Unable to react at that speed, he had closed his eyes expecting death when Lectar, mid-letter to Raon, suddenly rushed over and blocked the lightning for him.

But that had been a trap set by the Archangel Ramiel.

Ramiel had targeted Lectar from the start, not me, inflicting a grave wound upon his arm.
Though it appeared unscathed now, Ramiel’s divine lightning lingered within his arm and shoulder, continuing to torment him with pain that made movement agonizing.

“It’s fine.”

Lectar shook his head as if to say there was no need for concern.

“I’ll find a way to keep all of you alive, no matter what.”

He smiled with his usual serenity, declaring that no one would die this day.

“No one will die, you say….”

Ramiel retrieved his shield of divine lightning and gazed down at Lectar with arrogant eyes.

“I never expected such strength to exist among nameless humans. You have earned the right to speak those words.”

He nodded, admitting his genuine admiration.

“Of course, that would only be true if your opponent were not me.”

Ramiel descended to the ground upon a cloud rippling with lightning.

“I have already discerned all of your attack patterns.”

Lectar raised his sword, aiming it at the space between Ramiel’s brows.

“Your lightning is powerful and swift, but not beyond what I can endure!”

He curled his lips upward, declaring he could hold his ground and counterattack.

“This is precisely why humans are inadequate.”

Ramiel swept his gaze over Lectar and released a cold, derisive laugh.

“What?”

Lectar’s eyes narrowed as if questioning what he meant.

“First, I was not fighting at full power.”

Ramiel extended a single finger, and the sky split open as the most colossal lightning bolt yet came crashing down.

Kuwaaaaaaaaa!

As the titanic bolt descended as if to erase the very earth itself, darkness swept across the entire world in an instant, as though night had fallen.

“Hrrgh!”

Lectar amplified the power coursing through his blade and transformed into a towering giant, thrusting his sword toward the cascading lightning.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

The golden lightning and azure sword strike collided head-on, and the resulting shockwave twisted and tore through every visible inch of space.

Lectar’s sword strike, which extended majestically and was sharp enough to cleave the heavens, could not easily cut through Ramiel’s lightning—for the lightning itself was far too immense and overwhelming.

Kugugugugugu!

The sword strike and lightning consumed all their power, creating billowing clouds of electricity and mist in the air before slowly dissipating.

“Hah….”

Unlike before, Lectar exhaled heavily and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. His arm was beginning to blacken and wither.

“Second.”

Ramiel twisted his lips upward and extended two fingers.

“My specialty is not raining lightning from a distance—it is close combat.”

Before the words even finished, brilliant golden lightning ignited and wrapped around his entire body.

“Experience it. True divine retribution.”

With Ramiel’s voice, his form vanished.

Crackle crackle crackle!

With a crackling sound of electricity, a fist blazing with golden flames appeared before Lectar’s eyes.

Crash!

Lectar blocked Ramiel’s fist with a response that transcended human capability, yet he was driven back more than twenty steps, leaving deep footprints in the earth.

“How fortunate.”

Ramiel scoffed, as if he believed Lectar’s defense was merely luck.

“But that luck ends now. This time, I’ll bore holes through that body of yours.”

With those words declaring the end, he vanished and reappeared behind Lectar’s back.

Crackle!

Ramiel aimed his lightning-wreathed fist at Lectar’s left back, where his heart lay.

Boom!

Lectar twisted his sword backward as if seeing Ramiel’s attack with his own eyes, blocking the fist. Though the tremendous force drove him back once more, the lightning-infused strike failed to pierce his defense.

“You think you can catch me with mere speed like that? Impossible.”

Lectar waved his hand dismissively, saying he was still far from finished. Yet blood dripped from his lips, and necrotic flesh fell from his arm.

“A maggot thrashing about in desperation.”

Ramiel cried out that he would erase Lectar’s right arm entirely as he stomped his foot forward.

Whoosh!

He detonated lightning in all directions, appearing above Lectar’s head before driving down a palm strike infused with crackling energy.

Burst!

Lectar’s right arm, already blackened and dying, exploded like a balloon before Ramiel’s palm strike.

“This is the difference between humans and the Celestial Race….”

Just as Ramiel was about to lift his chin and flash a sneer at Lectar, it happened.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

Despite losing his arm, Lectar showed no panic. With eyes that remained eerily calm, he twisted his waist backward.

“What…?”

Ramiel’s lips trembled as if he hadn’t anticipated Lectar’s response at all.

“My right arm is mine to give.”

With his sword gripped firmly in his left hand to replace his lost right arm, Lectar charged forward at a speed and trajectory that left Ramiel no time to react.

“Unlike the Celestial Race, I will never fall.”

The blade of the old swordmaster, imbued with desperate resolve, gleamed brilliant blue like the North Star as it pierced through the Archangel Ramiel’s chest.

Crash, crash, crash!

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