The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1217

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Chapter 1217

There was something Glen Zigheart and Lectar once said to each other in the Zigheart Castle, discussing the nature of the sword.

[What is a sword? A sword is simply a sword. There’s no need to complicate it.]
[The Head of House speaks truly. The more you overthink it, the harder the sword becomes. There’s no need to regard the Heavenly Sword as something special.]
[Learning complex and varied swordplay is good. But every technique you employ must carry meaning behind it.]
[It’s not difficult. All the answers already exist within you.]

When I heard those words, I didn’t understand their meaning, but after growing somewhat, I believed I had come to fully grasp what they meant.

But I was entirely wrong.
Despite my considerable growth, I had failed to truly understand Glen Zigheart and Lectar’s intent—I had merely scratched the surface.

‘A sword is a sword.’

That was truly all there was to it.

A sword was a tool to slay enemies, and the will of the one wielding it determined everything. In the past and now, will was both the beginning and end of a swordmaster’s path.

‘Everything is my choice.’

Whether I severed an enemy’s neck or their very soul depended entirely on my own will. The deeper my desire and hunger to cut grew, the stronger my blade could become.
The more his desire and longing to cut grew, the stronger his black sword could become.

I want to strip away everything about this false angel standing right in front of me.

Raon clenched his molars and elevated the dignity of his soul.

Whoooooosh!

Now the ten rings of fire resonate with intense heat. The circle that couldn’t be completed with nine is drawn, and a golden sun rises above the heart.

The magnificent flames created by the ring of fire spread throughout his entire body, imparting absolute power to both flesh and soul.

Ugh!

The understanding of martial arts I had accumulated before and the theoretical knowledge of martial arts I had only pondered in my mind flowed along the rings’ circles, forming a single river. A sense of omnipotence that I could do anything dominated my entire body.

I raised the hand that wasn’t holding my sword. A sword of the mind unfurled from my fingertips. The pinnacle of martial arts I had built up as a swordsman in this life, harmonizing with the subtlety of surprise attacks I had cultivated as an assassin in my past life, created a new sword technique that extended forth with a golden radiance.

“What!”

Derus Robert noticed it, but it was already too late. No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t catch a blade that had already been released.

Shing!

Raphael’s eyes widened only after the sword had entered her neck, as if she had just realized the attack.
She tried to defend by unleashing divine power, but the sword I had manifested severed even that divine power with transcendent flames.

Thud!

Raphael, unworthy of her epithet as the Archangel of Protection and Healing, fell to the ground with her neck severed by a single strike.

“Ha…?”

Even Derus Robert seemed unable to anticipate such a situation and result, his eyes wide as he froze in place.
Originally, Strude Priest’s hand had been unmarked and clean, but now a long wound appeared as if cut by a blade, and black blood dripped steadily.

-Insane…

Wrath swallowed hard, seeming shocked at my sword.

-What did you just cut? What is that sword!

He trembled his jaw, unable to believe what he had witnessed with his own eyes.

‘What is that sword…’

I drew a faint smile, recalling the sword technique that had severed both body and soul simultaneously.

‘I’ll call it the True Sword. Raon Zigheart Style Sword Form, Tenth Technique: True Sword.’

Having realized once more the method of using a sword and what a sword truly was, I wanted to give this sword technique the name of the True Sword.

Splurt!

As Raon named his new swordsmanship the True Blade, Raphael’s headless body toppled backward.
The Archangel’s form, draped in sanctity and nobility, collapsed like a heap of refuse, sending a small yet resonant tremor through the previously silent Celestial Realm.

“What… what is this?”
“Why did Jilpen kill Raphael?”
“Kill? No, that bastard killing an Archangel doesn’t even make sense!”
“What in the world is happening…?”

The Heavenly Residents, unable to even imagine such a scenario, gasped in shock and struggled to form coherent words.

“This… this insane bastard!”
“Seize him!”
“Summon all the Guardians!”
“It’s an invasion!”

As Baife and the other Celestial Race members in the Celestial Realm cried out and signaled, over a hundred Celestial beings descended from the Divine Land where Raphael had come from, wielding weapons forged of pure light.

Whoooooosh!

The Celestial beings surrounded Raon with blue eyes blazing crimson with murderous intent. It seemed that if Derus gave but a single command, they would immediately thrust their light-forged weapons and turn him into a porcupine.

Shhhhhhh!

The subordinates of Derus Robert who had been hiding in the Celestial Realm also took position behind the Celestial beings, emanating a chilling aura. Unlike the Celestial Race, they radiated a damp, oppressive aura unseen on the mortal plane, raising weapons that burned with dark flames.

“…”

Despite being surrounded by over a hundred enemies in the heart of the enemy’s domain, Raon showed no signs of panic, slowly wiping Raphael’s blood from the edge of his hand.
His figure, paradoxically, appeared more elegant and noble than the grotesquely slain Archangel.

“You… foolish wretch.”

Baife sneered at Raon with contempt.

“Raphael is the Archangel of Protection and Healing! He will never die to a blade like yours!”

He scoffed, insisting that Raphael could never perish merely from losing his head.

“That’s right!”
“Raphael couldn’t possibly die to a mere human’s blade!”
“He can even create clones! That body might just be one of his duplicates!”
“Exactly! He deliberately took the strike to see through your schemes!”

The Celestial Race members convinced themselves that Raphael hadn’t perished, sneering mockingly at me.

“Didn’t perish, you say….”

I looked down upon the Celestial beings surrounding me and parted my lips.

“Then why isn’t he getting up? Why is he still lying there like a maggot?”

I nudged Raphael’s corpse with the tip of my foot, twisting my mouth into a cruel smile.

“That is….”

Baife’s lips trembled with a pale, sickly hue as he turned away. His eyes sought Derus Robert desperately, as if pleading for him to speak instead.

“….”

Yet Derus Robert merely stared at Raphael’s lifeless corpse in silence. His ashen, rigid expression spoke volumes about what had truly transpired.

“Damn it! Kill him! Kill him right now!”

Baife gnashed his teeth, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

“Aaaaaaah!”
“Slay the demon!”
“He’s a Demon Race abomination! Annihilate him without mercy!”

The Celestial beings brandished weapons radiating intense divine power, surging toward me.

“Enough.”

Derus Robert raised his hand.

“Fall back.”

He approached Raon with a voice so chilling that it sent shivers down one’s spine merely to hear it.

“It’s been a while.”

I took five steps forward to meet Derus Robert, who had approached to within ten paces. Since distance meant nothing to that creature anyway, it was better to advance with confidence.

“Derus Robert.”

I called out his name with a cold smile playing at the corners of my lips.

“So you knew of my existence.”

Derus Robert no longer showed surprise, simply nodding with composure.

“You reek.”

I pinched my nose with my fingers as I regarded Derus Robert.

“That filthy stench—one that exists on no one else in this world—is unmistakable, no matter how many bodies you wear.”

I waved my hand dismissively, suggesting he bathe more often.

“I see.”

Derus Robert glanced down at his own form and let out a soft chuckle.

“I should have trusted my own senses….”

He gazed at the wound splitting open across the back of his hand, his expression betraying a hint of regret as he clicked his tongue.

“What method did you use?”

Derus Robert tilted his chin slightly, as if to say it was all over now and I should explain myself.

“From the Celestial Realm, the stage of soul verification… No, how did you escape my grasp just now?”

His brow furrowed, more curious about the method by which I had eluded his soul detection than about Raphael’s death.

“You taught me.”

I clasped my hands together, meeting Derus Robert’s cold gaze.

“How to deceive people.”

I spoke words that anyone could understand, regardless of past or present life, and lifted my chin.

“You deceived everyone, so now it’s your turn to be deceived.”

I shook my finger, saying that exchanging words was only natural.

“So you have no intention of speaking.”

Even as Raphael died and I openly mocked him, Derus Robert maintained his cold rationality. Watching his unwavering gaze, a chill ran down my spine.

“What do you intend to do now?”

Derus Robert narrowed his eyes as he observed my trembling legs.

“Right now, the elite of the Celestial Race who have lost their master are flying toward this place. With that body, you won’t be able to face me, let alone them.”

He revealed a chilling murderous intent, knowing I had exhausted all my strength killing Raphael.

“Well? I didn’t think that far ahead.”

I shrugged without avoiding Derus’s cold gaze.

“I see. Then….”

Derus Robert nodded calmly.

“Die.”

He raised his hand in a sharp blade formation, just as he had when I killed Raphael, and brought it down.

Shhhhhhh!

As if sensing something through my sword, a refined power flowed from Derus Robert’s strike.

Claaaaaang!

As his spear thrust toward Raon’s neck, the space itself was torn asunder. Within the dimension fractured into hundreds of shards like a shattered windowpane, a single figure emerged.

“Raon!”

Evelyn burst forth from the dimension like a painting come to life, her fresh laughter ringing out as she snapped her fingers. The hundreds of fractured dimensional shards spread wide, and familiar faces materialized before us.

“Remove your filthy hands from my grandson.”

Glen Zigheart, the Continent’s mightiest swordsman, raised his blade with a brilliant gleam and severed Derus Robert’s arm.

“Derus Robert! To see your wretched face again!”

Lectar, the current Holy Sword Union Master and Sword Ghost, bit his lip as he carved through Derus Robert’s chest while the man staggered. He unleashed sword energy even more formidable than before, as if already accustomed to his artificial arm.

“Kahahaha! Now it truly begins! I nearly died from boredom waiting!”

Valdemar burst into a villainous laugh, sweeping his extended chain blade to obliterate the Celestial Race warriors blocking his path.

“Master! Thank you for your hard work!”

Burren Zigheart bowed respectfully toward me. His refreshed smile revealed that the heavy burden of serving as temporary master had finally lifted.

“Save the pleasantries! Aim for their heads first!”

Martha unleashed her characteristic vibrant battle cry, cleaving the bewildered Celestial Race warriors in two. Her blade had grown noticeably stronger, evidence of her focused training.

“Raon….”

Lunan Slion walked through the dimension and handed me two swords. They were the Heavenly Sword and the Mok Ryun Sword that I had entrusted to her.

“I kept them safe….”

Lunan Slion spoke softly, saying she had never separated them from her body for even a moment, a faint smile crossing her lips.

“Now I’ll fight.”

As she wielded her beloved sword Seolhwa with her smile intact, a pure white aura bloomed forth, freezing Derus Robert’s subordinates along with their dark shadows as they charged.

“Uwaaaaaaaah!”
“Protect the Gwangpung Jeonju!”
“Annihilate Derus Robert!”
“Sweep away the enemy!”

The elite forces of Zigheart emerged through Evelyn’s dimension and swiftly cut down the Celestial Race and Derus Robert’s subordinates in a single breath.

“Kugh….”

Derus Robert grasped the wound on his chest with his remaining left arm, spewing crimson blood.

“You asked how I’d survive this, didn’t you?”

I drew the Heavenly Sword and the Mokryun Sword. My hands lacked strength, yet strangely, I felt I wouldn’t drop either blade.

“I don’t know, but it seems these people do?”

Watching the backs of comrades willing to stake their lives, I curled my lips into a smile.

“War after a year? No!”

I gazed down at Derus Robert’s contorted face with cold clarity, drawing a sharp smile.

“I declare war right now!”

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