The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114

In my previous life, I encountered four of the Oma.

If I had to name the most difficult faction to face among them, the White Blood Cult would undoubtedly rank in my top two.

The Nambuk Alliance could be negotiated with through tolls or at least communication. But the White Blood Cult—reason held no sway over them.

For the sake of their religious purpose, they would pierce through a comrade’s belly, sever their neck, and advance without hesitation. They were truly a gathering of madmen.

“Kill them all.”

As the bishop, clad in a coat marked with two white stripes, extended his pale hand, the White Blood Cult members began rushing forward with murderous intent blazing in their eyes.

‘Very well….’

I gripped the Soul Reaper Sword in reverse and channeled the power of Mana Circulation.

‘Let me settle your grudge once and for all.’

I stomped forward fiercely and charged toward the White Blood Cult members.

Screech!

The White Blood Cult member at the front drew a curved blade honed like a crescent moon. It was a scimitar, the primary weapon of the White Blood Cult.

The man brought his scimitar down toward Raon’s neck without even a battle cry.

‘I expected as much.’

White Blood Cult members often viewed killing with a single blow as mercy, targeting the neck or heart. Their attacks were laced with a sickening bloodlust, but that very intensity made them easier to evade.

I bent my knees smoothly, dodging the scimitar by the width of a sheet of paper before drawing the Soul Reaper Sword.

Squelch!

With a motion as light as painting, the White Blood Cult member’s head fell to the ground.

“Heh.”

I let out a hollow laugh while gazing at the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘What is this?’

I’d drawn it lightly, almost gently, yet my opponent’s neck had been severed cleanly. The sharpness was beyond reason.

‘It feels like it could cut through anything just by being held.’

I swallowed hard, watching the demonic energy spreading like the roots of an ancient tree.

‘Let’s keep going.’

The Soul Reaper sang in response, its blade resonating with a clear ring.

Boom!

I kicked off the ground, diving into the embrace of a White Blood Cult member charging toward the knights, and brought the Soul Reaper down in a devastating arc.

Shhhhwack!

With a bone-chilling slash, the bodies of five White Blood Cult members split diagonally across their frames.

Uuuuoooong!

As if still thirsting for blood, the Soul Reaper’s resonance grew stronger, and the demonic energy surrounding it deepened.

My eyes blazed crimson. Surrendering myself to the demonic energy, I plunged into the battlefield and began sweeping through the White Blood Cult members like a scarlet wolf prowling among a flock of black sheep.

“Stop.”

After I had cut down over twenty White Blood Cult members alone, a figure in a black coat with dark stripes blocked my path—a Priest, one rank above the regular cultists.

Uuuoong.

The scimitar in the Priest’s hand began to glow with a brilliant white light.

“Die.”

The priest’s scimitar rushed toward my throat.

‘Predictable.’

This one attacked no differently than the cultist before him.

I extended my left foot backward. The moment the scimitar struck the ground, I unleashed the Soul Reaper Sword.

Boom!

I had merely thrust forward, yet the priest’s left chest exploded. The power was absurd.

‘Insane.’

The Soul Reaper Sword continued its thirst for vengeance. Even after drinking the priest’s blood, it remained parched, letting out a dry cry.

“Hmm.”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the priest’s blood pooling on the ground.

-The color of the blood is strange. It appears diluted, as if mixed with water.

Wrath was right. The priest’s blood was a pale crimson—the hue that would result from mixing red pigment with a touch of white.

‘This is the hallmark of the White Blood Cult.’

The White Blood Cult cultivates a vital force called blood essence within their hearts through a cultivation method known as the Crimson Feast, and they strengthen this power by drinking human blood.

The more they feed on blood, the more they cultivate—their hearts and blood gradually turn white.

In other words, the closer their blood and hearts approached white, the greater the status and power a White Blood Cult member could wield.

-Madmen, truly.

‘Yes. Beings who’ve transcended human boundaries.’

I watched the White Blood Cult member driving the knights back and pushed off the ground. I swept upward toward the left side of the priest who was hurling a scimitar at the red-haired knight’s throat.

“Ugh!”

The priest reacted swiftly and spun his body, but it was already too late.

Crack!

The priest’s arm flew clean off under the keen edge of my Soul Reaper blade.

“Gahhh! You, you bastard!”

I didn’t miss the moment as the priest stumbled backward in shock. I closed in immediately and severed his neck.

“Hah….”

At the sound of his dying breath, I glanced to the side where the red-haired knight, barely clinging to life, stared at me with eyes wide in disbelief.

Raon nodded lightly and moved forward.

Each time the Soul Reaper Sword was drawn, one or two White Blood Cult members vanished. A terrifying killing intent radiated endlessly from the crimson blade.

“This won’t do.”

The bishop, who had been overwhelming both the prince and knight alone, turned his body. Using an eerie footwork that seemed to shift like shadows, he reached Raon’s front.

“I’ll kill you first.”

“Can you?”

Raon let out a scoff. I sensed a martial power stronger than Green Warrior or Rayden, yet not for a moment did I think I would lose.

“Show me.”

The blood-stained scimitar drew a semicircle, aiming for my throat.

Whoosh!

I leisurely leaned back. Golden strands of hair severed by the scimitar’s blade fluttered through the air.

‘This one’s the same.’

The White Blood Cult’s method of targeting the throat and heart was no exception even for the bishop.

Zing!

As I rose to my feet, the bishop extended his left hand—the one not holding his sword. From his index finger, a snowflake-like white aura shot toward my heart.

It was a martial technique called Blood Finger Strike, which fired aura from the mana circuits in the fingertips.

‘I saw that coming.’

I swung the Soul Reaper downward. The Blood Finger Strike, split in half by the fierce demonic aura, shattered the boulder behind me.

As the bishop pulled his arm back, I pierced into his space. I swung the Soul Reaper toward his descending scimitar.

Crash!

The collision between the cursed scimitar and the Soul Reaper infused with demonic aura unleashed a deafening roar like a demon’s scream across the hilltop.

Crackle!

The demonic aura of the Soul Reaper intensified like a crimson dawn. It became a scarlet blade of light that deflected the bishop’s scimitar.

“Ugh!”

The bishop’s expression hardened, apparently angered at being pushed back by a small dagger.

“Who are you and where do you come from!”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t reveal my identity.”

“I’ll drink your blood myself.”

The bishop spread his left hand wide at his waist and raised his scimitar upward. A powerful aura technique—the momentum of extreme offense.

‘I’ll receive it.’

Raon narrowed his eyes while keeping his knees bent. As I prepared to use the secret dagger technique, the Soul Reaper began to emit a spectral aura.

Whoosh!

The spectral aura that spread with the resonant cry traced curved arcs through the air. It resembled a dance, or perhaps the flutter of butterfly wings.

‘Is it telling me to follow that pattern?’

The Soul Reaper cried out once more, as if in affirmation.

“I’m not sure what this is, but…”

Raon nodded and rotated the rings of fire.

The five rings resonated, and time began to flow slowly. The path carved by spectral aura became vividly clear before my eyes.

‘That is…’

I could see the path carved by the spectral aura. It was a sword dance—the dance of abundance that the people of Siren Village offered to the sacred tree Ocelrun.

The sword dance of abundance that once prayed for the world’s stability had transformed into a sword dance of vengeance and resentment, ready to sever the enemy’s throat.

“Die.”

Brilliant white light erupted from the Archbishop’s hands and blade. It was like a wall of blades surging forward—the Archbishop’s secret technique, the White Soul Wall.

“Excellent.”

Raon adjusted his grip on the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘I’ll give you exactly what you want.’

I stepped into the True Angle stance. From my lower body surged a blazing aura, which I channeled through the rotation of my waist.

The aura of the Ten Thousand Harmony Technique and the spectral energy of the Soul Reaper Sword merged into a single force, racing along the trajectory of the sword dance traced through the air.

Screeeech!

With each advance of the Soul Reaper Sword, the energy contained within its blade surged violently.

At the moment I unleashed the final strike, a thunderous crack echoed as a terrifying sword slash erupted from the blade of the Soul Reaper Sword.

Boom!

The harmonized force of aura and spectral energy tore through the White Soul Wall in an instant, sweeping away the Archbishop and the White Blood Cult members behind it.

“Hmm.”

My legs wavered for a moment. I’d expended far too much aura at once, leaving my mind foggy.

“Haah….”

I steadied my breathing and slowly lifted my head.

Beneath the veil of sand and dust, Sagrado held nothing but blood. The White Blood Cult members, priests, and bishops—all had been erased without even leaving corpses behind.

“Heh.”

A hollow laugh escaped me as I gazed at the Soul Reaper Sword. The crimson blade drank in the blood essence left behind by the dying White Blood Cult members, radiating an even deeper scarlet light.

‘Your resentment was far stronger than I anticipated.’

Strong enough to transform the Dance of Abundance into a Dance of Vengeance.

With a bittersweet feeling settling in my chest, I turned my body around.

“Ugh….”

“Ah….”

Greer and the knights lay sprawled on the ground, their eyes wide enough to tear. Shock had stolen their words; only their mouths moved soundlessly.

“Y-y-young master.”

Dorian crawled forward, his limbs trembling as if seized by a sudden chill.

“What was that just now? The, the power—it was like magic, wasn’t it?”

“I’m not sure.”

Raon shook his head as he brushed the blood from the blade of the Soul Reaper Sword.

“I don’t really understand it myself.”

I couldn’t find words to describe a blade that carried more sorrow than its terrifying power.

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Gulp.

Knight Loreil swallowed hard as he watched the golden-haired boy standing confidently before him.

‘What… what is this?’

To annihilate the entire White Blood Cult with a single sword strike—such power was only possible for an Expert of the highest caliber, or perhaps beyond.

‘And this child… he did that…’

The strength drained from the fingers pressed against the ground. His eyes, which had seemed crude and inexperienced, now gleamed with an eerie, deathlike radiance.

‘I was certain he hadn’t even reached Expert rank.’

The martial prowess of Raon Zigheart that I’d witnessed in Camelrun fell far short of my own, and was even beneath the Third Prince’s.

Seeing him festooned with swords despite that, I’d dismissed him as a fearless pup—reckless and untested.

I’d assumed the naturally kindhearted Third Prince simply saw the good in everyone.

‘But I was wrong.’

The pup was me.

Raon was a master capable of deceiving even my discerning eye. With just a dagger, he’d demonstrated such skill—I couldn’t even fathom what power he’d unleash if he drew his sword.

‘Fool.’

As Loreil berated himself for his pathetic misjudgment, the Third Prince rose to his feet.

“Ha, you’ve grown far stronger than before.”

The Third Prince let out a hollow laugh and approached Raon.

“I’ve trained relentlessly to match anyone, yet it seems an insurmountable gap has opened between us.”

The prince, true to his refreshing nature, acknowledged Raon’s martial prowess.

“I’m truly grateful. Thanks to you, I managed to survive.”

He bowed his head as if forgetting his station. Yet I couldn’t stop him—without Raon, the situation would have been truly dire.

“Th-thank you.”

“Thank you for saving us.”

“You were magnificent.”

Loreil sprang to his feet and bowed to Raon. The other knights hesitated before approaching and offered their gratitude.

“No, please.”

Raon shook his head, gazing toward the verdant mountain beyond the hill.

“You would have resolved this even without my intervention.”

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After clearing the battlefield with the knights, Raon established a new position elsewhere.

Unlike before, the knights now regarded him with glances of reverence rather than subtle disdain—their eyes gleamed with awe.

‘I need to show my strength to receive proper treatment.’

-Of course. No creature is as weak before the strong and as cruel to the weak as humans.

Wrath, who had burst forth from the flower bracelet, muttered that demons were even worse.

‘Well, setting that aside, this sword is far more vicious and dangerous than I expected.’

I gazed blankly at the crimson-gleaming blade of the Soul Reaper Sword. The resentment embedded within it was deep and profound, though it only manifested when facing the White Blood Cult.

-Hmph. It’s nothing but a crude instrument regardless. If I had granted you my power, this entire region would have frozen solid.

‘But you can’t, can you.’

-Ugh….

‘Don’t mention things you can’t do.’

-W-wait, it’s not that I can’t, it’s that I won’t! What I desire is your body and soul!

‘Always making excuses.’

-Excuses?! When I dwelled in the Demon Realm, countless demons came seeking my power, begging for my blessing. I granted it to one of them, and….

‘Be quiet for a moment.’

Just as Wrath was about to launch into a tedious tale, the Soul Reaper Sword began to tremble.

The energy dwelling within the crimson blade began flowing into my body.

-Stop it! This parasite is trying to steal my body!

‘First, this isn’t your body—it’s mine. I have no intention of harming this one.’

Raon shook his head. The aura emanating from the Soul Reaper Sword was not demonic energy, but a purified, righteous force. As I pondered what was happening, a message appeared.

[The Soul Reaper Sword offers you purified blood energy.]

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