The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1252

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Chapter 1252

“No.”

Siria Slion stood behind Lunan, drawing a faint smile across his face.

“I should call her my lover.”

He gently grasped Lunan’s trembling shoulders.

“No, this can’t be… this isn’t right…”

Lunan, shocked by the realization that she had cut down the boy, gnawed at her lips without even noticing Siria Slion’s appearance behind her.

“Siria Slion…”

Burren Zigheart ground out Siria Slion’s name as if crushing bone, syllable by syllable.

“Siria Slion!”

Martha, barely containing her rage for Lunan’s sake, exploded with fury and screamed at Siria.

“Lunan! What are you doing?! The one you wanted dead is right behind you! Kill him now!”

She rushed forward, shouting at Lunan to come to her senses.

“Behind…?”

Lunan slowly turned around, as if Martha’s cry had snapped her back to awareness.

“Ah!”

The moment her eyes met Siria Slion’s face, her pupils dilated as if they might burst.

“Siria Slion!”

As Lunan cried out his name and took a step forward, the blood-soaked crown that had fallen beneath her feet crumbled like a withered leaf.

Kyaaaaaaaaaang!

The flowers that formed the crown scattered on the wind, encircling Lunan and weaving an eerie sorcerous pattern.

Uuuuuuung!

The moment black light ignited from the sorcerous pattern, the reality Lunan had been seeing shattered like broken glass, and the world she had witnessed in her dreams began to unfold behind it.

“Wh…?”

Lunan’s fingertips trembled as she gazed at Siria Slion. The figure before her eyes overlapped with Raon, and the malice and murderous intent toward him began to melt away like snow.

Siria Slion, whom I would have killed even if it meant my own death, now felt as beloved as Raon. I wanted to curse myself for it, but even that thought gradually sank into darkness, leaving only Siria Slion in my eyes.

“Lunan! Fall back!”

Burren Zigheart shouted at Lunan to retreat, swinging his hand urgently.

“Draw your blade! Kill that bastard!”

Martha gnashed her teeth, demanding Siria Slion’s throat be cut.

But Lunan neither retreated as Burren commanded nor drove her sword into Siria Slion as Martha demanded.

Thud.

Lunan dropped Seolhwa, the blade she had always wielded.

“Ah….”

Like a trainee who had never overcome her trauma, she simply trembled before Siria Slion.

“Yes. That’s what a good child does.”

Siria Slion spread both arms wide as if he had expected this, and
embraced the frozen Lunan.

“Lu, Lunan!”
“That madman!”

Burren and Martha raised their swords to strike Siria Slion with full force, but the moment they saw Lunan nestled in his embrace, they forcibly halted their arms.

“Siria Slion. No….”

Lunan’s violet pupils grew clouded and murky, staining themselves with an abyssal black light. She spoke the name Siria Slion—a name she had always uttered with hatred—now with a gentleness that belied her nature, lifting her head.

“Big brother.”

As though she had returned to the past, Lunan called Siria Slion by that name, her darkened eyes closing softly.

“Yes. Lunan.”

Siria Slion stroked her back as if he had expected precisely this, nodding knowingly.

“I am the only existence capable of receiving your soul.”

He drew her into a more tender embrace and inclined his head in affirmation.

“Yes….”

Lunan offered no resistance whatsoever, nodding in agreement as she remained cradled in Siria Slion’s arms.

“L-Lunan….”
“Snap out of it! You insane woman!”

Burren’s eyes trembled in panic, while Martha’s voice cracked as she desperately called out Lunan’s name.

“Burren. And Martha.”

Siria Slion tilted his chin upward, a cold smile spreading across his face.

“I should thank you both as well.”

He gazed down at Martha and Burren, his eyes gleaming with exultation.

“Thanks to you, Lunan’s brainwashing has been completed far more swiftly.”

Siria Slion spoke of his gratitude toward Martha and Burren as he brushed back Lunan’s hair.

“Nonsense!”

Martha’s forehead tensed with barely restrained fury, veins bulging visibly.

“What are you talking about?”

Burren Zigheart turned to Siria Slion, desperately grasping for composure.

“Lunan had an ancient brainwashing curse placed upon her. The greater the stress, the faster the curse progresses. Thanks to you applying such intense pressure on our Lunan, the work became much easier.”

Siria Slion chuckled mockingly, noting how Burren and Martha’s attempts to help Lunan had become poison instead.

“This curse operates through dreams, progressing from within the soul itself—impossible to escape alone. The dream world becomes more appealing than reality, and one sinks into it ever so gradually. The more external pressure you apply to snap them back to consciousness, the more they yearn to return to the dream. Thanks to you driving Lunan to her limits, she has come back to me.”

He curled his crimson lips upward with feminine delight, radiating pure contentment.

“Such a curse exists in this world?”

Martha’s brow furrowed in disbelief.

“Eden possesses everything. Especially with
the help of this friend here.”

As Siria Slion extended his hand, a Gray-robed Sorcerer materialized from behind the dark incantation, his staff-wielding hand trembling slightly as he continued channeling the spell.

“Damned bastards…”

Martha gnashed her teeth, glaring at Siria—the root of all this calamity—and the sorcerer who served him.

“Thank you. It seems Lunan treasured you far more than I realized.”

Siria Slion bowed mockingly to Martha and Burren Zigheart.

“So it’s only fitting I grant you a painless death. By her hand.”

With a flick of his fingers, space tore open, and two helmets bearing the face of a goat erupted forth—Eden helms imbued with Baphomet’s power.

“You can use them, can’t you?”

Siria Slion let out a grotesque laugh as he lifted the first helmet.

“Mm….”

Lunan made no attempt to resist. Instead, she bent her waist and lowered her head, adopting the posture of one accepting the helmet.

“Lunan!”

Martha struck the Battlefield fiercely. She now swung her blade with full force as though indifferent to whether Lunan was injured.

“Damn it!”

Burren too advanced, unable to contain himself, unleashing a sharply honed wind blade.

Crash!

But a barrier of dark sorcery bloomed around Siria and Lunan, becoming a wall that blocked Martha and Burren’s strikes.

“Now we shall become one.”

Siria Slion let out a chilling laugh as he placed Baphomet’s helmet upon Lunan’s head.

Whoooosh!

From within Baphomet’s helmet, a violet light—the same hue as Lunan’s eyes—flickered for but a moment before black radiance consumed everything.

Bleeeeat!

Black waves flowed down from inside the helmet with the bleating of a goat, covering Lunan’s body. The Zigheart uniform was erased, and armor that looked as though it were made of bone began to form on her body.

Whoosh!

Lunan rose slowly, adorned in Baphomet’s helmet and clad in black bone armor resembling goat’s legs. The warmth that had emanated from her vanished, replaced only by an eerie, bone-chilling cold.

Whoosh!

After confirming that Lunan had donned Baphomet’s armor, Siria Slion curled his lips upward and affixed his own helmet. From his helmet too, black liquid cascaded down, forming a grotesque bone armor.

“Baphomet is a Monster born in pairs, destined to die in pairs. No matter how powerful, alone it is merely a
Monster—but if we become two like this….”

Siria Slion caressed Lunan’s cheek as she wore Baphomet’s helmet.

“We can obtain the power to kill anyone!”

He burst into wild laughter, as if his long, endless wait had finally ended.

“Yes….”

Lunan nodded serenely, as though she would follow whatever Siria Slion commanded.

Kukukukuku!

Siria Slion had not merely spoken—he had truly obtained absolute power. His laughter alone made the darkened sky resonate, and the Field began to split asunder.

Uuuuuung!

Lunan, too, donned Baphomet’s helmet and her power surged dramatically, now unleashing an aura and energy far exceeding that of a Transcendent, crushing the surroundings beneath her might.

“What absolute nonsense.”

Martha twisted her lips as she regarded Siria Slion.

“Right. Kill anyone? There’s no such thing in this world.”

Burren nodded, remarking that all who had spoken such words were dead.

“Let’s see who’s left standing at the end!”
“When Lunan wakes up, I’m going to make her buy me a whole bucket of ice cream.”

Martha and Burren unleashed a fighting spirit that matched even Siria Slion and Lunan’s terrifying aura, charging forward without the slightest hesitation.

“Look, Lunan. These are our enemies.”

Siria Slion lifted Lunan’s hand and pointed toward Martha and Burren.

“Will you kill those demons with me?”

He nodded at Lunan, suggesting they fight together.

“Yes. I will….”

Lunan charged forward without hesitation, as if she had lost all memory of the past, and drew her blade wreathed in extreme frost.

“Yes. That’s it!”

Siria Slion positioned himself beside Lunan and brought down his greatsword with a brilliant blue gleam.

The combined force of four swordsmen, all originally belonging to Zigheart, collided with tremendous impact that split both sky and earth.

Roooaarrr!

* * *

Crash!

Martha and Burren were sent flying backward, spitting blood. Both had their uniforms torn in multiple places, crimson blood streaming from the wounds beneath.

“This….”

Burren wiped the blood flowing from his mouth and furrowed his brow.

“This won’t be easy. We’re losing in one-on-one combat, and in coordinated attacks, they’re more flexible than we are.”

He bit his lip watching Siria Slion and Lunan gaze at each other like old lovers.

“Don’t say weak things!”

Martha stamped her foot in irritation.

“If they’re stronger, we just don’t fight?”

She gripped her sword with such force it seemed it might break, determined to see this through to the end.

“We have to fight. Only….”

Burren exhaled a low breath.

“This won’t end like this. No—it’ll end with our deaths.”

He spoke of their certain disadvantage, his gaze fixed on Siria Slion and Lunan.

“Hmm….”

Martha followed Burren’s lead, turning her attention to Siria Slion and Lunan. Unlike herself and the others who bore grievous wounds, those two carried only minor injuries—nothing that would impede their combat effectiveness.

‘Burren’s right. The gap in power is too vast.’

Lunan had always been stronger than them, and with Baphomet’s helm adorning his form, he had ascended to another tier entirely. He was, without exaggeration, a transcendent being now. And Siria Slion—it seemed his existence was far more than mere seclusion, for he wielded martial prowess comparable to Lunan’s own.
The only reason they had survived thus far was their hard-won survival instinct gleaned from countless battles and their intimate knowledge of Lunan’s swordplay.

“You’re holding out better than I expected.”

Siria Slion chuckled with genuine amusement.

“Your strength has grown considerably since your days in Zigheart. Then again, you’ve been alongside that monster.”

He trembled slightly at the memory of Raon.

“But now that monster no longer frightens me. We have become one.”

Siria Slion grinned wickedly, declaring that soon he would possess the strength to surpass even Raon.

“….”

Lunan nodded calmly, as though affirming every word Siria had spoken.

“That damnable bastard!”

Martha spat blood, as if ready to charge forward at any moment.

“Don’t lose your composure. It’s not just Siria Slion and Lunan. There are others.”

Burren’s lips tightened as he surveyed the Eden Ghosts lurking in the shadows around them.

“So what! You want us to run? Absolutely not! I’d rather die here!”

Martha shook her head firmly, insisting she could never retreat.

“You said you had something prepared, right?”

Burren Zigheart narrowed his eyes, speaking words that defied Martha’s expectations.

“I’ll buy us time no matter what. Give it a try.”

He nodded, declaring he would face both Lunan and Siria Slion simultaneously, if only for a brief moment.

“You think you can manage that?”

Martha furrowed her brow, her expression one of disbelief.

“After you gained the Demon Lords’ power, I realized my own inadequacy and swung my blade without rest, day and night.”

Burren Zigheart steadied his breathing and nodded.

“Since then, Father and I have engaged in life-or-death duels once daily. I’ve tasted death countless times, but thanks to that, my crisis perception has grown somewhat.”

He chuckled softly, gesturing to his own body.

“Hmm….”

Martha narrowed her eyes as she examined Burren Zigheart’s condition.

‘Indeed.’

Burren Zigheart bore noticeably fewer wounds and injuries than she did. Since he hadn’t been fighting from the rear as usual, it seemed his words rang true—his crisis perception had truly awakened.

“But I won’t last long.”

Burren Zigheart stepped forward pleadingly.

“I understand. It won’t take long.”

Martha assured him not to worry, then struck his back forcefully with her palm.

Boom!

Burren caught Martha’s signal without missing a beat and charged directly toward Siria Slion and Lunan.

“So they’ve come seeking death.”

Siria Slion sneered as he observed Burren’s desperate expression.

“Since they wish to die, let us grant them that wish.”

He raised his greatsword and gestured toward Lunan.

“Mm….”

Lunan nodded calmly as though she had forgotten Burren’s existence, then brought down her blade radiating killing intent.

Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch!

Siria Slion’s greatsword descended as if to cleave heaven and earth asunder, while Lunan’s Seolhwa swept forward trailing the scent of blood.

“Hah.”

Despite feeling absolutely outmatched, Burren advanced without hesitation and raised his blade, from which blue wind erupted. Rather than striking at his enemies before him, the wind spiraled protectively around its wielder.

Whoooooosh!

Siria Slion’s greatsword grazed Burren’s shoulder by the thinnest margin, and Lunan’s Seolhwa swept past his waist by a hair’s breadth.

“Hm?”
“Wha…?”

Siria Slion and Lunan narrowed their eyes as they stared at their blades, which had only grazed Burren’s surface. The outcome had unfolded in a manner entirely contrary to their expectations.

“Fortunate luck.”

Siria Slion dismissed it as mere fortune and swung his greatsword once more toward Burren’s throat.

Shhhhwing!

Lunan likewise drew her Seolhwa upward, small veins visible on her forehead from the exertion.

“Whoosh!”

Yet Burren Zigheart evaded the blades of Siria Slion and Lunan with only minor scratches, drawing a step closer. The first evasion was no accident.

“Wind?”

Martha exhaled sharply as she watched the wind Burren Zigheart had summoned slip past Lunan and Siria Slion’s sword strikes by the thinnest margin.

‘He’s evading by wrapping wind around his body!’

Burren Zigheart’s wind was sharper than any blade. He had woven such keen currents around his form to automatically repel incoming attacks. While the disparity in power prevented perfect evasion, it was a tactic that reliably deflected fatal blows.

‘And if he perfects this….’

Martha burst leftward from behind Burren Zigheart.

‘A terrifying swordmaster will be born.’

She bit her lip, envisioning the absolute swordmaster Burren Zigheart might one day become.

‘I cannot let him die here!’

The moment Lunan’s pride was wounded and she concentrated her full power on Burren Zigheart, she drove her footwork with such force that the ground itself cracked beneath her.

‘I will stake my life on this!’

Martha drew her sword in her right hand and pulled a bracelet from her left—two serpents biting each other—before charging toward Lunan.

‘If I can just equip this!’

Evelyn might not believe, but Martha believed in her strength. If she could only place the bracelet on Lunan, she was certain she could awaken her.

‘Success…wait?’

Martha was mere inches from fastening the bracelet around Lunan’s arm as she spun.

Whoooosh!

A massive greatsword materialized before her eyes, rushing forward.

“You didn’t think I’d notice?”

Siria Slion thrust his greatsword not at Burren, but directly at me.

“No matter how urgent things are, you dropped your act far too obviously. What a waste of this one’s talent.”

He sneered, saying that compared to Burren, this creature’s performance was utterly unconvincing.

“That bracelet in your hand—it’s no ordinary object, is it?”

Siria Slion furrowed his brow, having instantly grasped Martha’s strategy.

“Ugh!”

Martha swung her blade with such force that her right arm nearly shattered, desperately pushing back Siria Slion’s greatsword.

But behind her, Lunan’s sword came hurtling forward, and the sorcerer’s dark incantation followed. The impact from blocking Siria Slion’s greatsword made it absolutely impossible to defend against both attacks.
The impact from blocking Siria Slion’s greatsword made it absolutely impossible to stop those two attacks.

Damn it…

Martha clenched her molars tightly.

“I have to protect the bracelet!”

It was when I tried to curl my body into a ball to keep the bracelet from breaking.

Kyaaaah!

Lunan Slion’s sword strike and the sorcerer’s spell suddenly clashed, pushing each other back. It was strange because the trajectory approaching him was clearly different from before.

“Hmm!”
“Mm!”

Lunan Slion and the Apostle let out low groans, as if they sensed something was amiss.

“What is this…?”

Siria Slion also furrowed his brow, saying it didn’t make sense.

‘Now!’

Martha was startled as well, but this was no time for such amazement.

Crash!

Using the recoil of withdrawing her blade, she surged forward with even greater speed. It was a pure charge—no counterattack, no defense, only forward momentum.

Crash!

Lunan Slion moved as if she had touched transcendence itself, spinning her sword around in an instant to thrust it toward Martha.

“Yes! Pierce through!”

Martha no longer evaded. Instead, she accepted Lunan’s blade into her body. The chilling sensation of cold steel piercing through flesh and bone made her entire frame stiffen. Yet even through that excruciating pain and terror, she forced her body to move.
But even in that excruciating pain and terror, she moved her body.

“So I die at last.”

Siria Slion’s lips curled upward, certain of Martha’s death.

“Truly ruthless….”
“I, I may die as well.”

Impaled on Lunan’s blade, Martha smiled even more brightly than Siria Slion.

“But I’m taking my friend with me.”

She tilted her chin upward and lifted Lunan’s arm—the one that had pierced through her abdomen.

Whoooosh!

A bracelet in the form of two intertwined serpents now hung from Lunan’s wrist, and from the eyes of the serpents, crimson and azure light began to bloom.

“You!”

Before Siria Slion’s cry could fully escape, both Lunan and Martha were engulfed in violet light.

Whoooosh!

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