The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1129

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Chapter 1129

Whoooosh!

The body of Archangel Ramiel, bereft of head and heart, tilted slowly. As if drained of all divine power and vitality, he could no longer hover in the air and descended gradually.

Boom!

Ramiel’s body crashed into the fractured earth, engulfed in flames born from the pale golden lightning he himself had conjured.

“Hah…”

I watched Ramiel’s burning corpse and drove the Heavenly Sword and the Wooden Wheel Sword into the ground, bending at the waist.

‘I’m nearly dead myself.’

Operating the Ring of Fire at maximum intensity while consecutively unleashing Divine Demon Harmony and Creation Heaven had left my head feeling as though it might shatter into fragments. My Mental World, opened repeatedly in succession, had become strained—no longer providing me with clear images but instead a hazy, fog-obscured state.
It seemed that opening the Mental World consecutively had become too much of a strain, as it wasn’t showing him detailed images and remained hazy, as if shrouded in fog.

Both my body and mind were in poor condition, so while I might manage against an awkward amateur, it didn’t seem like I could easily win against a Transcendent.

“Well, we won anyway, so that’s good enough.”

Dun no longer sensed powerful divine energy from Ramiel. It seemed that simultaneously bursting his heart and head was indeed the only way to kill him.

Sigh…

Wrath let out an exasperated sigh, as if it were utterly absurd.

You really caught Ramiel?

He trembled his jaw, saying he never imagined this result.

Even if I’ve grown weaker, I can still cut down to the last Thunder Heavenly Demon. I’ve never seen a human capture an Archangel so easily, even as the True Demon King!

Wrath opened and closed his mouth like a crucian carp, unable to believe what he was seeing with his own eyes.

‘If we had clashed in pure strength as you said, I would have lost without question.’

I smiled, savoring Wrath’s bewildered reaction.

‘But Ramiel was far too obsessed with lightning. Embedding the flow of lightning into every single technique was his fatal flaw.’

For ordinary martial artists, lightning force is like a natural weakness. It possesses devastating destructive power, incredible speed, and even the ability to paralyze muscles, making it extraordinarily difficult to counter.

However, I had learned the supreme lightning technique, Heavenly Thunder Strike, from Glen himself, and had even internalized lightning force directly into my own body. This allowed me to read not just the lightning itself that Ramiel unleashed, but the very flow of his techniques as well.

‘I was able to win precisely because he was overconfident in his own power.’

Had Ramiel employed different techniques, the battle would have been far more difficult. But because he trusted in his own strength and continued to rely solely on lightning and lightning-based techniques, I was able to prevail.

‘Wrath.’

I gestured toward Wrath, who still stood in shock.

‘It’s over now, right?’
-Hmm….

Wrath stroked his chin as he gazed at Ramiel’s corpse, scorched by lightning.

-It’s over, but….
‘But?’
-Something feels off. I know how tenacious those Archangels can be.

He clicked his tongue, noting that while Ramiel’s breathing had indeed ceased, something about this felt unsettlingly wrong.

‘Is that so?’

I exhaled and raised my fingertips. The Neck Wheel Sword rose into the air.

Whiiiiiing!

The Neck Wheel Sword flew forward without the speed or overwhelming force it had possessed before, but wreathed in a thick, murderous intent, it pierced through Ramiel’s body once more.

Squelch.

I extracted the divine power remaining in Ramiel’s body more deeply, then retrieved the Lunar Wheel Sword.

‘I’m absolutely exhausted.’

The fatigue from depleting all my strength, stamina, and mental fortitude made me want to collapse immediately. But there were still things I needed to confirm.

‘Phew.’

I lifted my heavy legs and turned around.

“R-Raon…”
“What in the world have you been through?”
“Is it really you, Lord Raon?”

Lectar, Lawrence, and Mustan stared at me without blinking. Their jaws hung open, as if they had witnessed an outcome they could never have imagined.
All three of them stood speechless, their expressions frozen in disbelief.

“I was fortunate.”

I smiled weakly and shook my head.

“If it had been a different Archangel, I would have perished.”

I wasn’t being modest. If it had been Uriel or another Archangel instead of Ramiel, not only would I have fallen, but Lectar, Mustan, and Lawrence would already be dead as well.
In fact, there was a high probability that only their corpses would remain, as they wouldn’t have survived until my arrival.

“Besides, Grandfather had already killed more than half of Ramiel.”

I nodded calmly, acknowledging that this victory was also thanks to Lectar.

“I couldn’t do much and was broken.”

Lectar weakly waved his left hand.

“You accomplished it all.”

He smiled, as if to tell me not to transfer my achievement to him.

“Well, we can sort that out later. For now, we need to treat your wounds…”

I trembled as I tried to draw forth the sacred light blooming from darkness.

‘There’s nothing left.’

I had poured all of the sacred light blooming from darkness into Lectar, so I couldn’t treat the three of them immediately.

“I’ll retrieve some medicine for you.”

I pulled out my spatial pouch with trembling hands. I emptied every spirit elixir and healing potion I carried for emergencies and laid them before Lectar.

“Mm….”

As I tried to drip holy water onto Lectar’s wounds, my grip weakened and I dropped the spirit elixir on the ground.

“I’ll take it from here. You sit and rest… huh?”

Lectar told me to rest and tried to pick up the holy water himself, but he too lacked the strength to move his arm properly.

“Mm….”
“I can’t move either.”

Mustan and Lawrence, whose combat power was relatively weaker, were also severely wounded—unable to move even a finger, they could only apologize with their eyes.

“I’ll manage somehow.”

I let out a hollow laugh and reached for the holy water and healing potion again.

“Raon!”

Blue light shimmered in the air as Evelyn burst through. She must have finally completed the magic circle and followed after me.

“Hey! Take care of us too!”
“I’m… dying….”

Martha and Dorian crashed to the ground behind Evelyn. They had barely managed to follow through her rampaging magic circle—their clothes and hair were in tatters.

“Are you alright? What’s the situation?”

Unlike her usual self, Evelyn rushed over without a second thought of surveillance, her reddened eyes gleaming as she gripped my shoulder firmly.
Seeing her trembling fingers, it was clear she had been genuinely worried.

“I’m fine.”

I felt the tremor transmitted through Evelyn’s grip and offered a faint smile.

“It’s all over.”

I pointed with my finger toward the headless and heartless corpse of the Archangel Ramiel.

“Is… is that really an Archangel?”

Dorian swallowed hard as he stared at the Archangel Ramiel.

“A being ranked above the Five Emperors Three Demons… died like this?”

Martha let out an exasperated breath, as if the journey here had been rendered meaningless.

“I didn’t capture him alone.”

I shook my head with a faint smile.

“Without Grandfather halving Ramiel’s power, I could never have won.”

I lowered my chin, acknowledging that I owed this victory to Lectar.

“Evelyn, heal Grandfather and the others.”

I was about to point Evelyn toward Lectar behind me when—

“Grandfather!”

After confirming she had no significant wounds, Evelyn immediately rushed toward Lectar.

“Are you alright? Oh my, Grandfather’s arm!”

She quickly assessed the severe injuries to his arm and chest, then sprinkled holy water and retrieved a healing elixir.

“W-Wait a moment… cough!”

Evelyn paid no attention to Lectar’s flailing hands and shoved the spiritual elixir she was holding directly into his mouth.

“Don’t worry too much. While that eccentric craftsman is useless most of the time, he’s quite skilled at making prosthetic limbs.”

She smiled as if remembering Ensia, then raised her hand.

“Still, I need to clean up the wound properly. If left as is, there’s a risk of infection.”

Evelyn gently placed her hand over Lectar’s wound.

“This will hurt a bit, but bear with it.”
“No, wait… Ahhhhhhh!”

Lectar couldn’t finish his sentence again and let out a scream. Thick bloodshot veins bulged across his eyes.

“Ugh…”

I felt my jaw tremble as I watched the scene unfold.

“Hnngh…”

Lectar sent a pleading look for help while groaning, but since there was nothing wrong with Evelyn’s words or actions, I could only remain silent.

“Gaaahhhhh!”

He screamed louder than when his arm was severed and rolled across the floor.

“There, all done.”

However, Evelyn only released him after thoroughly purging the divine power and malice remaining in his arm.

“Hnngh…”

Lectar collapsed to the floor with his eyes rolled back as if he’d lost consciousness, foam dripping from his mouth.

“Well then, who’s next?”

Evelyn approached Mustan and Lawrence with a subtle smile.

“Hmm!”
“N-no, I’m fine. Really! I’m all better.”

Mustan and Lawrence looked ready to flee on the spot, but they were too exhausted to move even a finger, so they could only wave their hands in protest.

“Since you’ll be fighting for our Raon in the future, I must ensure you’re properly healed.”

Evelyn ignored their protests and approached them, beginning her treatment.

“Aaaahhhhh!”
“Krrrriiiieeee!”

Mustan and Lawrence screamed and rolled across the ground. I couldn’t be certain of the exact mechanism, but extracting divine power seemed to cause immense pain.

“Sigh…”

I released the sigh I’d been holding back and sank to the ground. Now that Evelyn had arrived to provide treatment, the tension finally drained from my shoulders and my mind found peace.

“An Archangel…”

Martha let out a hollow breath as she gazed at Ramiel’s corpse.

“Even seeing it with my own eyes, I can’t believe it. We’ll have to fight creatures like that in the future?”

She shook her head in disbelief that the Celestial Race would become enemies in battle.

“When you think about it, isn’t this an absolutely massive development?”

Dorian stomped his feet as the realization finally struck him.

“You’ve defeated one of the Archangels! One of the enemy’s highest-ranking forces has fallen, so doesn’t that mean the Five Emperors will have a massive advantage in the coming war?”

He raised both hands, convinced that the Five Emperors’ position in the future conflict had dramatically improved.

“It won’t be that simple. Someone like Derus Robert wouldn’t wage war at all if the odds weren’t in his favor…”

I was about to shake my head and respond to Dorian when—

“That’s right. The Five Emperors have gained considerable advantage.”

A white door materialized in the void, accompanied by a voice tinged with satisfaction.

Screeeech!

With a piercing sound that made the ears ache, the white door swung open, and a silver-haired man emerged, his hands clasped behind his back, draped in a blue long coat.
Derus Robert. The legendary swordsman once hailed as the future of the Six Emperors now wore a chilling smile that had never graced his face before.

“Derus Robert….”

I clenched my teeth as I watched him. Seeing that damned bastard, anger surged through me, and my depleted stamina and mental fortitude seemed to naturally recover.

“I thought that with Archangel Ramiel, I could kill the Holy Sword Master and easily capture you as well. I never imagined it would come to this.”

Derus closed his eyes briefly, as if he hadn’t anticipated Ramiel’s death, then opened them again. Yet despite his words, he showed no signs of panic or surprise whatsoever.

‘Dangerous….’

I bit my lip hard as I observed the calm depths of his gaze.

‘I can’t read his emotions.’

The Archangel Ramiel was dead, yet there was no trace of anger or fury in him, nor any malice directed toward me. He seemed like an entirely different person from the Derus Robert I had known.

‘What is he thinking?’

I had believed I knew Derus Robert better than anyone else in this world.
I thought I could predict his every action, but now, faced with eyes and behavior so inscrutable, a chill ran down my spine.

“You didn’t defeat Ramiel alone, but you’re growing far faster than I anticipated. Congratulations, Raon.”

Derus Robert clapped his hands lightly, calling me simply Raon instead of Raon Zigheart, and behind him, a blue-tinged murderous intent surged forth like wings.

“Ugh….”

I drew a sharp breath at that overwhelming aura. Even if my body had been in perfect condition, the vicious killing intent would have been unbearable—my fingers wouldn’t respond properly.

“W-what…?”
“Raon! Are you alright?”

Dorian and Martha stared at me with vacant eyes, seemingly oblivious to anything. Watching how the killing intent concentrated solely on me in this vast space, I understood with absolute certainty.

‘That bastard….’

I looked up at Derus Robert, my lips trembling as I bit down on them.

‘He’s mastered the Mental Sword.’

Derus Robert had undoubtedly absorbed the aura of the Previous Holy Sword Master Darkan and entered the realm of the Mental Sword.

“Damn it….”

I gritted my teeth and pushed myself up. Even if I stood no chance, I refused to remain cowering before Derus Robert.

“It would only be proper to exact some revenge for Ramiel, who has ascended to the heavens once more, wouldn’t it?”

It was the moment Derus Robert extended his firmly clenched fist toward me.

“Not so fast!”

Lectar stepped forward before me, sword gripped in his left arm. The gaze of the old swordmaster, burning with conviction, blazed more brilliantly than the light Derus Robert emanated.

“No one shall pass beyond me until my neck is severed!”

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