The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1224

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Chapter 1224

I watched Derus Robert’s wavering gaze and lifted the corners of my mouth that had been hanging down.

‘Everything is proceeding as expected.’

Just as I had anticipated, Derus Robert intended to condense all the death aura lingering in the surroundings the moment Glen revealed his full power, erasing this entire region in one breath.

‘If I hadn’t noticed, it would have been truly dangerous.’

The aura of death that Derus Robert had gathered was enough to make even Glen Zigheart, the Continent’s greatest swordsman, break out in a cold sweat.

Had the situation unfolded according to Derus Robert’s intentions, Glen would have exhausted his unleashed power defending myself and the Zigheart elite, failing to kill him before ascending—the worst possible outcome.

‘But observing his movements, I sensed it.’

Just as Derus Robert had grown, I too had cultivated my insight through countless trials and tribulations, and now I could read even his transformed psychology and schemes.

Had I not discerned Derus Robert’s plan, I would have suffered irreversible damage, but I had read through his intentions first.

‘Because of that, I was able to prepare a counterattack.’

I raised both hands, drawing forth desire that shimmered with five brilliant colors.

‘Using the very power you granted me.’

The desire now undulating in my grasp was the aura that Archangel Raphael had manifested, offering to grant my wish.
It was power that should have vanished when Raphael died, yet miraculously, it remained in my hands, undiminished.

Goooooooo!

Draped in the pure desire Raphael had left behind, I drew forth the authority of the Demon Lords that lay dormant deep within my soul.
The instincts of the Demon Realm lords, which I had suppressed lest Derus detect them, erupted in golden flames.

The Demon Lords’ authority had never obeyed my control well, but thanks to the efficacy of the Ring of Fire that had ascended to the Ten Stars, it followed my will perfectly, like the flames of Manhwagong.

Kuguguguguguguuu!

Sloth, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Greed—and Wrath. The emotions of six Demon Lords erupted like a volcano, each adding their own hue to Raphael’s desire that shimmered in five brilliant colors.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

The sphere of desire that had gleamed brilliantly with mingled colors was now stained by darkness.
Yet before the name “desire,” that
pitch-black darkness suited it far too perfectly.

“R-Raon Zigheart!”

Derus Robert ground his teeth so hard that blood flowed. His complexion drained to a sickly pallor as he realized I had anticipated his scheme and moved one step ahead.

“You filthy rat!”

Derus Robert hurled the very curses he had heard others speak, unleashing them upon me as he tore open a Dimensional Gate that gleamed white behind him.

Uuuuuung!

I saw the concentrated mass of death’s aura before Derus Robert’s chest flare brilliantly—he clearly intended to detonate it and flee through the Dimensional Gate. Exactly as I had foreseen.

Uuuuuuung!

Raon clasped his hands together and shot a mass of desire, rippling black as if it would grant any wish whatsoever, toward Derus Robert.

‘Let not a single hair on my people be harmed, and let Derus Robert die in utter despair!’

It was a greed so profound it was almost obscene, yet in truth, it was a prayer—a supplication to fate itself after I had staked everything and exhausted all effort.

“It’s useless! It’s already too late!”

Derus Robert cried out that the explosion could not be stopped, his fist clenching. Following his gesture, the sphere of concentrated death’s aura blazed with blinding white light, and a terrifying force erupted forth.

“No—this time, it is not too late.”

With absolute conviction, I spread the mass of desire wide and engulfed the grandly exploding death’s aura of Derus Robert.

Uuuuuuuung!

The mass of desire I unleashed wrapped around Derus Robert’s exploding death’s aura like a cloth, then surged forward without pause.

That location was, naturally, right in front of the Dimensional Gate that Derus Robert and that bastard had left open for their escape.

“What….”

Derus Robert’s jaw trembled as he watched the black sphere approaching him. His pupils twisted violently with shock.

“You persistent wretch!”

Even so, Derus Robert regained his composure and attempted to push back the mass of desire he had unleashed with sheer force.

“Ugh!”

I felt Derus Robert’s overwhelming strength and coughed blood. I had poured everything into killing Raphael, fought Derus Robert while wielding the Sword Realm, and exhausted my strength and stamina condensing the Demon Lords’ authority within the sphere of desire—it was becoming difficult to hold on.

Uuuuuuuuung!

The sphere of desire, shrouded in the aura of death, began to distort as if it might tear apart. The explosion was far too immense to withstand any longer.

“Swallow this, Raon!”

Derus Robert erupted with power and malice, pushing the sphere of desire back in return. Since the true headquarters and his elite forces were directly behind him, he seemed equally desperate.

“Damn it!”

I bit my lip as I watched the sphere of desire being pushed back inch by inch.

-What are you doing?!

Wrath shrieked at the top of his lungs.

-We’ve already won this fight! Push harder!

He flailed his fists wildly, demanding I use every last ounce of strength, even the power I’d had as a nursing babe.

‘I want to, but it’s not that simple….’

I shook my head as I watched the furious Wrath.

“Impressive.”

Glen approached my side and offered a faint smile.

“I was about to step in myself, but I think it’s better if you finish this here.”

He said that since he had started it, I should see it through to the end, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Uuuuuuuuung!

Through Glen’s grip, a vast aura as boundless as the sea flowed into me—and it was infused with the celestial thunder technique’s essence, perfectly attuned for me to wield.

“But… Grandfather. However…”

I shook my head as I looked at Glen. Time was too precious, and the circumstances seemed far from ideal for receiving his instruction.

“It’s fine. You can do this.”

Glen nodded calmly, as if to say he could handle everything on his end.

-That old man really is something else.

Wrath let out an exasperated laugh.

-Why hesitate? If a warrior of that caliber has your back, of course you should go!

He extended his hand as if to say I should stop worrying and simply advance, acknowledging Glen’s strength.

-If it truly comes to that, I myself shall lend my aid!

Wrath nodded grandly, urging me to unleash everything within me.

‘I understand…’

I nodded heavily, gazing at the Orb of Desire that I was barely managing to contain the explosion within.

‘Here…’

My current blade could not cut down Derus Robert. The only thing that could stop him now was the Heart Sword.

“Slowly.”

Glen lowered his voice with measured calm.

“Forge your own sword. You can certainly do it now.”

Listening to his words, I closed my eyes.

Whoooosh!

I drew forth the blade I had honed within my soul through pain and acceptance.
Perhaps because the ten rings had been completed, the blade—which had been considerably shorter than an ordinary sword—had grown substantially longer. It was not yet the size of a longsword, but it felt as though it would reach that length soon.

“A magnificent blade.”

Glen praised me with affectionate warmth, as if he could already see the spiritual sword he had not yet drawn.

“Yes, trusting you was the right choice.”

As he finished speaking, I felt an impossibly sharp blade emanating from beside me.

Whoooosh.

Glen’s spiritual sword. The heart-blade of the Continent’s mightiest swordsman, infused with everything he possessed.
The sword of the soul, which should have remained invisible, now shone more brilliantly than any weapon in this world, radiating with crystalline transparency.
Merely beholding it sent a chill through me as though my life might be swept away, yet paradoxically, it felt strangely warm.

“G-Grandfather!”

Raon stared at Glen with wide eyes.

“You did the same thing just moments ago. You are certainly capable of this.”

Glen waved his hand with an unconcerned smile.

“Ah!”

Raon grasped Glen’s intention through the warmth in his eyes and let out a breath of realization.

“Yes! I will try.”
“Then, I entrust this to you.”

Glen nodded serenely and unleashed his Heart Sword.

A transcendent blade that disregarded time and space, capable of severing even the souls of gods, descended toward Derus Robert.

“I anticipated this!”

Derus Robert had predicted that Glen would employ his Heart Sword and drew forth his own Heart Sword, forged from the depths of his soul.

Whoooooosh!

Derus Robert’s Heart Sword bore a grotesque form—the bodies of thousands of humans stretched like taffy before being kneaded together like clay. The very sight of it stirred revulsion, and it was a blade that made one’s stomach turn with unease.

“With my current strength, I can withstand your blade for a moment! And then….”

Derus Robert laughed, spewing black blood from his mouth.

“The aura of death will burst forth and kill you all!”

He roared that while he blocked Glen’s assault with his Heart Sword, the aura of death would pierce through the sphere of desire and consume them all.

“Come on….”

It was the moment when Derus Robert, pouring all his strength into defense, attempted to block Glen’s path with his Heart Sword.

Swooooosh!

Glen’s Heart Sword did not pierce Derus Robert; instead, like a sparrow performing an aerial somersault, it halted mid-air.

“What… what is this….”

In the instant Derus Robert blinked his eyes, bewildered and unprepared.

Piercing shriek!

Hidden behind Glen’s Heart Sword, which radiated a terrifying aura, the Heart of Mind that had concealed its presence emerged silently and pierced Derus Robert’s soul.

“Kugh!”

Derus Robert, whose entire focus had been concentrated on Glen’s Heart Sword, failed to detect my sudden ambush and, overwhelmed by shock and agony, dropped to one knee.

‘Hah! Is this truly the soul of a man?’

I felt the magnitude of Derus Robert’s soul, which seemed even denser than the World Tree itself, and my jaw trembled. Without Glen’s blade, it seemed I would be unable to kill him.

‘No, I must.’

I couldn’t let Glen depart like this. As he had said, I was the one who created this situation, so I had to be the one to end it.

“Just… just a little more….”

Derus Robert gritted his teeth and pushed himself upright, attempting to withstand my Heart Blade with only his soul, without the protection of his physical form. He was trying to block me by dividing the power of the Heart Blade he had drawn to stop Glen in half.

‘Just a little more!’

I too clenched my teeth, refusing to break, and focused entirely on the Heart Blade.

‘While learning Grandfather’s blade, I must not lose my own color!’

I recalled Glen’s Heart Blade—that chillingly perfect blade of his heart—while simultaneously observing my own life.

Gooooooooooo!

Ten rings of fire resonated as if about to shatter, and the blade of the Heart Blade was honed longer, its sharpness doubling as it settled upon me. In this singular moment, my blade and soul grew one step further.
In this fleeting moment, his sword and soul grew to a new level.

Now!

Raon took another step forward, pouring everything that remained in his body and soul into the sword of his heart.

Ninth Form: Life is Death.
Type 9 is life and death.

Raon’s sword of the heart, which orchestrates life and death itself, finally cut deep into the very soul of Derus Robert.

BOOM!

The sound of a massive tree falling echoed as Derus Robert’s movements froze, and blood burst from the creature’s eyes and mouth.

“Cough cough cough!”

Derus Robert coughed up dead blood, his trembling head rising slowly. His white eyes, stained with black ichor, fixed upon me.

“I told you….”

I exhaled sharply and thrust my hand forward.

“I don’t need the garbage you offered.”

I shoved the Sphere of Desire, whitening from the explosion, along with Derus Robert through the Dimensional Gate, letting out a cold laugh.

“You… you bastard….”

Derus Robert’s trembling hand reached out, but I and the Sphere of Desire had already crossed the threshold of the Dimensional Gate. The shimmering white portal welcomed its master and sealed shut.

Kuuuuuuuuuuang!

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