The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1218

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Chapter 1218

Shortly after Raon began constructing a tower in the Celestial Realm.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Evelyn condensed blue mana above her violet hair. As she moved her fingers nimbly like playing a piano, the flow of mana twisted and two dimensions opened simultaneously.

[Hehehehe! So this is that delicious new lemon candy… Hiyak!]

The first person to appear in the first dimension was Chamber, the Great Mage of Glory.
She was about to stuff a yellow candy into her mouth when she caught sight of Evelyn’s face and drew a sharp breath.

[What, what?! Why are you here!]

Chamber, whose cute rabbit-like appearance was no mere decoration, sprang from her chair and spat out all the candies she had been holding in her mouth.

[Now I can finally sle…Ugh!]

The second dimension revealed none other than Larian, the Tower Master. She too snapped open her half-closed eyes at Evelyn’s sudden appearance.

[How, how did you open this dimension….]

Larian trembled her fingers, her sleepiness completely vanished, astonished that Evelyn had intruded into her personal space.

“Sisters! It’s been so long!”

Evelyn waved both hands vigorously toward the flustered Chamber and Larian, expressing her joy.

“Uh, sister? Am I really your sister? No, more importantly, it’s dawn….”
“Nonsense! It hasn’t been that long!”

Chamber pushed Larian, who was greeting her awkwardly, and shouted.

“What are you doing?! Why did you sneak through the back door instead of using the official communication network!”

She furrowed her brow, demanding why Evelyn had carved a new back door instead of using the main gate to contact them.

“There’s a critically important matter right now. If it’s discovered, my man could die.”

Evelyn said she had no choice, clasping her hands together.

“Your man? Don’t tell me it’s Raon?”

Chamber’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Evelyn.

“Why is Raon your man! No, more importantly, why is he in danger?”

She opened her hand as if urging Evelyn to speak quickly.

“Raon is currently on a secret mission.”

Evelyn raised a finger and placed it on her crimson lips.

“As you know, we don’t know where Derus Robert’s faction is hiding. That’s why I contacted you.”

She lowered her shoulders slightly, asking for their understanding just this once.

“A… a secret mission?”

Larian’s interest piqued at the word “secret,” and she leaned her face forward toward the Dimensional Gate.

“Yes. Simply put…”

Evelyn briefly explained the situation Raon was currently facing.

“So you’re saying you need to teleport hundreds of people to a place you’ve never been to and can barely pinpoint the location of?”

Chamber let out a hollow laugh as if she found it absurd.

“And it’s not just filled with mana—it’s saturated with divine power, with the Celestial Race guarding it around the clock.”

Larian also furrowed her brows deeply, saying the difficulty was far too high.

“That’s right. It’s not an easy task. In fact, it’s nearly impossible.”

Evelyn nodded quickly, saying she had come to find these two people for exactly that reason.

“Such a thing….”

Chamber glared at Evelyn and furrowed her brow.

“Why are you only telling me now! This is amazing!”

She clenched her small fists tighter, as if the more impossible something was, the better she liked it.

“Yes! This will be fun!”

Larian’s eyes, which had been fighting off drowsiness, ignited with fervor as she nodded.

“Piercing divine power with mana is just too thrilling!”

As a mage attempting something entirely new, she revealed the rough temperament she displayed in battle, her excitement palpable.

“I knew you two would agree to help!”

Evelyn smiled knowingly, as if she had anticipated this exact outcome.

“It’s not helping. This is something I want to do!”
“Researching how to pierce divine power will be useful in the war a year from now!”

Chamber and Larian nodded with even greater enthusiasm, speaking over each other.

“Let’s start right now!”
“What are you looking at and how?”

The two forgot they had been interrupted during their rest and eagerly licked their lips at the prospect of beginning immediately.
Though they possessed distinctly different temperaments, in moments like this they appeared as identical as sisters.

“Excellent.”

Evelyn clapped her hands and floated the materials she had gathered above Chamber and Larian’s heads.

“Let’s begin right away. Ah, before that….”

She displayed Derus Robert’s face above the data from the Land of Clouds and the Celestial Realm, drawing a sinister smile.

“There’s one most important request that Raon made.”

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“Wait, an Archangel is descending already? The timing won’t be easy to coordinate, will it?”

Chamber, the Great Mage of Glory, refined the magical formation while biting her lip slightly.

“Phew….”

Larian, the Tower Master, exhaled quietly, seemingly pouring all her concentration into the magic.

“We can do this.”

Evelyn manipulated mana with precision while smiling confidently, certain that success was guaranteed with the three of them together.

Whoooooosh!

The wills of three transcendent mages harmonized, and a blue Dimensional Gate materialized before the Zigheart Family Estate.

“Ugh, now we have to fight the Celestial Race too….”

Dorian swallowed hard as he saw the Tower of Babel that Raon had constructed reflected in the blue Dimensional Gate.

“What’s so special about the Celestial Race? Just cut off their heads and they die like anyone else!”

Crain placed his hand on his sword, saying that whether they were Celestial or human, death was the same.

“Our foolish Crain finally said something that makes sense!”

Martha draped her arm over Crain’s shoulder with a grin.

“That’s right! The Celestial Race is nothing special!”

She nodded, confident that Gwangpung Hall in its current state could certainly win.

“We shouldn’t be arrogant before the battle even begins.”

Burren calmly shook his head.

“Of course, you’ve been training all this time, so you can have confidence.”

He nodded heavily, telling me to recall the training my body had endured.

“I’ve trained harder than when the Patriarch was around.”

Trevin whistled lightly, saying he’d nearly died during training.

“….”

Lunan said nothing, her gaze fixed on the Dimensional Gate that grew larger by the moment.

“Raon….”

She held the Heavenly Sword and the Wooden Wheel Sword that Raon had entrusted to her tightly in her arms, her usually cold eyes now shimmering with a frosty gleam.

“It will begin soon.”

Lectar stood before the Dimensional Gate, which had risen to its full height just before opening, and nodded.

“Indeed.”

Glen stood beside Lectar and calmly closed his eyes before opening them again.

“That boy always throws himself into the fray first.”

Lectar watched Raon’s face reflected in the Dimensional Gate and smacked his lips.

“He’s been that way since birth.”

Glen smiled gently, recalling Raon’s childhood.

“Since my grandson has set the table, the least I can do is pick up a fork.”

Lectar clenched his prosthetic fist, resolved to repay what Raon had given him.

“My thoughts exactly. If Raon has done this much, we must handle the rest ourselves.”

Glen nodded, determined to exert his full strength.

“I’m grateful to you as well, my in-law. Thanks to you, this arm truly feels like my own now.”

Lectar grasped the prosthetic arm with his left hand and nodded heavily.

“Someone once told me that family shouldn’t speak such words of gratitude to one another.”

Glen waved his hand, recalling words he had once heard from Raon.

“I see.”

Lectar chuckled softly, remembering that he too had heard those same words.

Whoooosh!

As their conversation ended, the dimensional gate displayed the scene of Raon brilliantly severing the neck of the Archangel Raphael as he descended.

“Truly worthy of being my grandson!”
“Truly worthy of being my grandson!”

Glen and Lectar both raised their fists, proclaiming Raon as their grandson without hesitation. Unlike before, the two men gazed at each other with subtle smiles.

“G-Grandfathers! I’m sorry for the delay! We need to go in now!”

The moment the dimensional gate opened, Evelyn bit her lip, knowing that only by entering immediately could she save Raon.

“Do not worry.”
“We will not be late.”

Glen and Lectar waved reassuringly to the flustered Evelyn before standing before the shimmering dimensional gate.

“Let us go.”
“Indeed.”

As the dimensional gate opened, the two men bumped their fists together as if they had synchronized their movements for a lifetime, then without the slightest hesitation, they threw themselves into the blue light.

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“Kahahaha! Sweep them all away!”

Valdemar, thrilled by the war that had erupted after so long, burst into wild laughter as he swept away the Celestial Race and Derus Robert’s subordinates.

“I told you! The Celestial Race is nothing special!”

Martha, her fighting spirit no less fierce than Valdemar’s, brought her sword down in a crushing arc, flattening the Celestial beings in a spray of crimson blood.

“Y-yes! They’re weaker than expected!”

Dorian still bore an expression of fear, yet his blade sang through the air with lethal precision, cleaving through Derus Robert’s shadows.

“No! We’ve simply grown stronger!”

Crain smacked his lips, satisfied that through their training, everyone in Gwangpung Hall had advanced to a new level.

“So it’s you all….”

Lunan Slion, as if determined to end this entire war here and now, summoned a blizzard with his blade and tore through the Celestial beings without mercy.

“Calm your excitement! The battle has only just begun!”

Burren Zigheart, befitting his role as vice-commander of Gwangpung Hall, stood at the center of the battlefield issuing orders and supporting his swordsmen.

“Heh.”

Raon let out a hollow laugh as he felt the sudden sharp rise in the combat power and fighting spirit of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen during the time he hadn’t seen them.

Those guys went through a lot too.

I thought I had it the hardest, being the only one who entered Derus Robert’s heart, but then I realized that those who stayed behind in Zigheart and suffered mentally while training went through just as much hardship.

“The elite of the Celestial Race have finally arrived!”
“Fight to the end! We can win!”
“Bury Zigheart here!”
“We’re going to bury Zigheart right here at The Facility!”

Seeing the elite forces of the Celestial Race being pushed back helplessly and descending toward Heaven, Derus Robert’s subordinates reignited their fighting spirit and raised their weapons once more.

“Hmph!”
“Hmph!”

Glen Zigheart and Lectar raised their blades toward the sky where the elite of the Celestial Race descended.
The sword strikes unleashed by two absolute swordmasters cleaved the azure sky into four pieces. The bodies of the Celestial Race’s elite caught between the sword paths split cleanly in two, and the blue sky became stained crimson as if drenched in the glow of sunset.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-crack!

With a single strike from Glen Zigheart and Lectar, all the elite Celestial warriors descending from Heaven were severed, and a downpour of blood fell like rain.

‘Grandfather….’

I felt affection and concern for myself flowing through Glen Zigheart and Lectar’s blades, and I pressed my lips tightly together.

‘They must have endured such emotional turmoil.’

The two of them had poured all their accumulated emotions into their blades, literally obliterating the enemies before them.

“Ugh….”
“No, this can’t be!”
“This isn’t right!”
“We can’t possibly win!”
“R-run away!”

The Celestial Race and Derus Robert’s subordinates, overwhelmed by the devastating shift in battle, retreated with faces drained of color. As everyone fell back, the severely wounded Derus Robert found himself at the forefront.

“Heh….”

Derus Robert clutched his bleeding chest and let out a hollow laugh devoid of strength.

“Raphael dead, Heaven exposed—at this point in time, I never imagined such a thing could happen.”

He nodded as he spoke of the events that had unfolded here.

“I went to considerable trouble perfecting this body, yet I never expected it to be destroyed like this. The loss is considerable….”

Derus Robert furrowed his brow as if the body of Strude Priest had other uses as well.

“Trying to act composed here would only be bluffing.”

He chuckled softly and swept back his blood-soaked hair with a crimson-stained hand, revealing his forehead.

“I concede. You’ve completely bested me, Raon Zigheart.”

Derus Robert acknowledged his defeat without resistance, black blood spilling from his lips.

“But the war has not yet begun.”

He raised his index finger with his left hand.

“Everything will commence not because of you, but on the day I declared it would!”
“What?”

I furrowed my brow, uncertain of his meaning.

“Witness it yourself.”

As Derus Robert flicked his finger, his body began to swell like bread placed in an oven.

“Evade!”
“Fall back!”

The moment Glen and Lectar positioned themselves before Derus Robert, his body erupted in brilliant light, unleashing a tremendous shockwave.
Fortunately, thanks to their intervention, the Zigheart swordsmen behind them remained unharmed.

-He detonated his clone body and fled!

Wrath’s brow furrowed deeply.

Anyway, he’s a despicable guy, I’m telling you!

He clicked his tongue, suggesting that Derus Robert had planned this from the very beginning.

‘I knew it.’

I nodded calmly, observing the blackened earth scorched by the aftermath of Derus detonating Strude Priest’s body.

‘That’s why I made arrangements beforehand.’

I turned around and looked toward Evelyn.

“Yes! I’m ready!”

Evelyn immediately raised her thumb, signaling to begin.

“I’ll need your assistance as well.”

I positioned myself beside Glen Zigheart and Lectar, bowing respectfully. As I slowly lifted my gaze, golden flames ignited within my eyes.

“Let’s catch this fleeing rat.”

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