The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1223

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Chapter 1223

Crunch.

I bit down hard on the tip of my tongue as I watched Derus Robert smile wickedly.

‘I’m certain now. That bastard Derus Robert….

He’s planning to blow this place to pieces!’

I’d sensed something off about Derus Robert’s reactions and behavior, but seeing the situation unfold now, it was clear that he intended to completely obliterate this headquarters he’d built.

-What are you…?

Wrath’s eyes widened in confusion at what I meant.

-But if this place explodes, he’ll die too, won’t he?

His expression twisted as if questioning how such a thing were possible.

-And besides, this place is packed with supplies and subordinates!

Wrath shook his head, insisting that even Derus Robert wouldn’t resort to self-destruction.

‘Derus Robert won’t die even if this entire region is obliterated.’

I shook my head calmly.

‘You saw it yourself. Derus Robert has the ability to erase wounds I inflicted as if they never existed from the start. An explosion won’t kill him.’

Derus Robert had sustained injuries that would render even a transcendent being immobilized, yet he erased them as though rewinding time itself.
That monster could only be killed by severing his soul with the Heart Sword.

‘And even if that weren’t the case, he’d have prepared an escape route.’

This space was Derus Robert’s domain. That bastard would undoubtedly have prepared both a self-destruct spell and a teleportation magic for escape, ready for any contingency.

—So you’re saying he’ll kill all the subordinates inside here?

Wrath’s eyes darted backward in panic.

—Even if they’re weak, there are over a hundred of them, aren’t there?

His lips, drained of color to a sickly yellow, trembled as he spoke, as though questioning how such a thing were possible.

‘It’s entirely possible. If it’s him….’

Raon recalled the ruthlessness of Derus Robert that he had witnessed firsthand in his past life, and tightened his grip on his sword.

‘Not hundreds—he could slaughter thousands.’

Derus Robert was a man who would not hesitate to drive thousands of subordinates to their deaths for the cause he preached. He was a creature devoid of conscience.
To inflict grievous losses upon myself, Glen, and the elite of Zigheart, it would be no surprise if he sacrificed every single subordinate remaining in this place.

—What kind of monster is this man….

Wrath ground his teeth, as though sickened by the sheer malevolence of Derus Robert’s nature.

—But how did you know that Derus Robert intended to destroy this place?

His eyes narrowed to slits, as if this detail held paramount importance.

‘I sensed something was amiss from the moment I arrived. There were no elite warriors or high-ranking Celestial Race members to be seen—only lower-ranked fighters everywhere. And besides….’

Raon recalled how, when he had burst through the Main Gate, Derus Robert’s subordinates were carrying supplies with both hands, and he nodded curtly.

‘They were all laden with provisions as if preparing to abandon the Headquarters. In other words, Derus Robert had always intended to destroy this place from the start.’
—Ah….

Wrath let out a small exclamation of understanding.

—Then could this also be…?

He furrowed his brow, staring at the black mist that grew increasingly dense across the floor.

‘Exactly.’

I followed Wrath’s gaze downward and nodded slowly.

‘Derus Robert claimed his power wasn’t being consumed because of the death aura permeating this mist, but that’s not it.’

I exhaled heavily as I unraveled the truth hidden beneath Derus Robert’s mockery, piece by piece.

‘The death aura gathering now is gunpowder meant to obliterate this Headquarters. The moment Derus lights the fuse, a bomb will be complete and ready to detonate!’

I laid bare all of Derus Robert’s intentions and clenched my teeth.

-Then why is he demanding that your grandfather reveal his true power?

Wrath tilted his head, unable to comprehend that part.

-If he dies before the death aura detonates, none of this makes sense.

He furrowed one brow, clearly not understanding my explanation.

‘To kill Grandfather. Or to drain his strength.’

I shook my head briefly.

‘The amount of mist has remained constant since earlier, which means the self-destruct preparations are already complete. He’s planning to detonate the moment Grandfather is provoked into unleashing his true power.’

Since Derus Robert began provoking Glen, the death aura layered across the ground hadn’t changed significantly.
It was clear he intended to trigger the death aura gathered in this vicinity the moment Glen stepped forward, obliterating everything.

‘No matter how formidable Grandfather is, if death aura of this magnitude detonates, he’ll suffer severe injuries. Or he might be forced to draw upon all his power to protect me, triggering an involuntary ascension. In the worst case…’

He could die.

Derus Robert was now covertly targeting Glen. Seeing him far colder than what I’d originally known, it felt as though I were facing an emotionless machine.

-Truly a madman!

Wrath’s brow deepened with exasperation.

‘Indeed. He’s lost his mind.’
-No, he’s one thing, but you’re just as insane!

He furrowed his brows slightly.

-The True Demon King didn’t even notice, yet how did this madman grasp his entire plan!

Wrath exhaled in frustration, unable to comprehend his own oversight.

‘You’ll understand as you live.’

I smiled faintly, offering words that would allow Wrath to comprehend the truth when the time came.

-Either way, there are far too many damned secrets!

Wrath scrunched his nose in displeasure.

‘I’ll tell you everything later.’

I exhaled sharply while glaring at Derus Robert.

-That’s good enough then!

Wrath clicked his tongue briefly, as if trusting in me.

-How will you handle that?

He exhaled heavily, observing the deathly aura that had risen to his knees.

-Even if you’ve grasped Derus Robert’s plan, there’s no way to resolve it!

Wrath bit his lips, reasoning that if the conditions for self-detonation were already complete, we were trapped in a dead end.

“Glen Zigheart, which is more precious to you—your own life or your grandson’s?”

Derus Robert chuckled, pointing a sword wreathed in black flames toward the sky.
In that instant, the world darkened as if losing all light, and a chilling deathly aura rose to my waist, reaching out to caress my very soul.

“Ugh….”

Glen gazed at me with anxious eyes, as though falling for Derus Robert’s provocation. His fingertips trembled slightly as he deliberated whether to use his full power to kill Derus.

‘Your words ring true.’

I watched Derus Robert continue to provoke Glen, narrowing the bridge of my nose.

‘We’ve infiltrated Derus Robert’s inner sanctum, and we’re in a perilous situation where external reinforcements would prove meaningless. However….’

Feeling a new vitality surge through my exhausted body and spirit, I twisted my lips into a smile.

‘There’s one thing Derus Robert has overlooked.’

I let out a quiet laugh internally and gazed toward Glen.

[Grandfather.]

I sent a thought transmission to Glen, ensuring Derus Robert couldn’t hear, and spoke words he couldn’t help but follow.

[You trust me, don’t you?]

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“Hmm!”

Derus Robert watched as Raon and Glen Zigheart’s complexions grew ashen, and he curled his lips upward.

‘Just as I anticipated.’

The combined technique of Raon and Glen far exceeded his expectations in power. Had he not recovered using the aura of death, he too would have faced grave danger.

Yet even so, their current strength could never claim his life.

Even if Raon proved far stronger than predicted, physical wounds alone couldn’t inflict significant damage upon him, and he could sufficiently defend against his heart technique.

‘The true concern is Glen Zigheart.’

Should Glen Zigheart resolve himself to ascend and unleash his full power, even his own life would face peril.
Through extensive cultivation, Glen’s heart technique had transcended the standards of the Middle World, and no matter how exceptional his soul was, there existed a risk of death from a single strike.

‘Under normal circumstances, I would have considered only fleeing from Glen, but now things differ.’

The deathly aura that had been silently accumulated while establishing the Headquarters now lay thick across this entire region. If I were to unleash such a colossal force all at once—one so immense that even I cannot fully contain it—not even Glen Zigheart could block it entirely.

‘You have only one choice.’

Glen Zigheart would have to reveal his true power.

Since I had demonstrated that ordinary attacks could not kill me, Glen’s only option was to unleash his full strength here and then ascend—but even that would not be enough to kill me.

‘Of course, he still won’t be able to kill me.’

The moment Glen Zigheart attempted to reveal his true power, I would ignite the fuse connected to the deathly aura,
triggering the self-destruct magic instantly.

Based on the Glen Zigheart I had observed thus far, he would sense the danger of the self-destruct magic and choose to save his beloved grandson Raon rather than kill me.

‘Then that old man will be powerless, and he’ll have to leave.’

I had considered using Glen separately, but being constantly pursued like this, it seemed better to simply make him disappear here instead.

‘Besides, even if reinforcements arrive, it means nothing.’

I would simply activate the self-destruct magic and escape through the Dimensional Gate I had prepared in advance. The Archangels were elsewhere, and I had already sent the elite and high-ranking Celestial Race members to different locations beforehand, so I had nothing to lose.
The Archangels were elsewhere, and he had already sent the elite and high-ranking members of the Celestial Race to other locations in advance, so he had nothing to lose.

“Phew, excellent.”

Glen exhaled a deep sigh as if resigned to his fate, straightening his posture.

Gooooooooo—

A light that had never existed before flickered in his crimson eyes, and a terrifying heat began to blaze forth.

Kuaaaaaaaa!

The North Destruction King, Glen Zigheart—the swordsman acknowledged as the strongest on the Continent—revealed his true power, and the sky shattered like thin glass while the earth screamed under the weight of his presence.

“Even if I disappear, I will kill you.”

Glen snarled fiercely, declaring that he would end this here because Derus Robert was far too dangerous. He lowered the True Heaven Sword in his hand and drew forth the Absolute Blade forged from his refined soul.

“Hah…”

Derus Robert exhaled sharply, sensing the extreme murderous intent radiating from Glen Zigheart.

‘This is real!’

From the gleam in Glen’s eyes and the killing intent he emanated, he was willing to stake everything—even tear his own soul apart—to strike me down.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment!”

Derus Robert’s eyes gleamed with arrogant contempt, as if he were observing a trapped rat, and he stomped his foot.

Boom!

In resonance with Derus Robert’s stomp, the pitch-black aura of death that blanketed the earth and sky trembled violently, converging before his chest in an instant shorter than a blink.

“I asked you earlier.”

Derus Robert twisted his lips into a smile as he watched Glen’s eyes widen in shock.

“Who matters more to you—yourself or your grandson? I’ll give you a gift, you indecisive fool. Will you kill me, or…”

He glanced sideways at Raon Zigheart and shrugged slightly.

“Will you save your grandson?”

With those words, Derus Robert plunged his hand into the concentrated mass of death’s aura gathered before his chest.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The death aura, compressed into a small sphere, erupted with black sparks shooting in all directions as if on the verge of detonation.

“You don’t have much time to think. It will detonate immediately.”

Just as Derus Robert waved his hand and began moving toward the Dimensional Gate rising behind him—

“There’s one more choice.”

Raon Zigheart—someone who had no place in Derus Robert’s calculations—burst forward like lightning, drawing forth an aura that shimmered with five brilliant colors.

“I have no need for the gift you’ve prepared….”

I hurled the immense concentration of desire that Archangel Raphael had sought to bestow toward the deathly aura threatening to detonate, my lips curling into a cold, razor-sharp smile.

“Take it back with you!”

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