The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1254

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Chapter 1254

“For now….”

Despite his exhausted face, Burren curved his lips into a satisfied smile.

“Is it a success?”

Seeing Martha and Lunan simultaneously freeze with their arms locked together, it appeared the plan that had seemed impossible had actually succeeded.
.

‘I should thank Father for this.’

Burren recalled Karun and lifted the corners of his mouth.

‘But the situation isn’t favorable.’

My entire body was battered from simultaneously holding back Siria Slion and Lunan, both stronger than myself.
The external wounds ran deep, and the internal injuries were severe enough that honestly, I doubted I could sustain a prolonged battle.

‘Martha’s condition looks precarious too.’

Martha had frozen with Lunan’s blade piercing through her. The sword hadn’t been withdrawn, so the bleeding wasn’t severe yet, but if anyone disturbed her, her life would be in danger.

‘I need time.’

To protect Martha, I had to recover even a fraction of my stamina. Reluctant as I was, I needed to buy time by engaging Siria Slion in conversation.

“Your expression has improved. So you didn’t anticipate this either?”

Burren glared at Siria Slion with a scornful laugh.

“Hmm….”

Siria Slion, seemingly flustered by the unforeseen situation, gazed at Lunan and Martha while biting his lip deeply.

“That’s… impossible.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer, still wearing the mask of a Bearwolf sorcerer, trembled his jaw in disbelief.

“That doesn’t make sense?”

Burren spat out the blood pooling in his mouth and straightened his spine.

“It makes even less sense that garbage like you still breathes in this world!”

He declared he would never let them live, clenching his fists despite the weakness draining from his grip.

“Ugh!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer, intimidated by Burren’s aura, hesitated with his staff and retreated backward.

“Lunan….”

Siria Slion paid no attention to Burren, his gaze fixed solely upon Martha.

“I’ll kill you!”

Unable to contain his irritation any longer, he raised his greatsword wreathed in fighting spirit toward Martha.

“No!”

It was the moment Burren inhaled sharply, abandoning his measured breathing to leap in front of Martha.

“Ah, that won’t do!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer, who had been retreating, suddenly rushed forward and seized Siria Slion.

“If you touch them now, even Lord Lunan could be in danger! He could become crippled!”

He shook his head vigorously, insisting they must not interfere with Lunan and Martha.

“Hah….”

Burren steadied his breathing once more and walked slowly toward Martha.

“So you had the whole world in your grasp, and now you can’t move an inch?”

I deliberately provoked Siria Slion, knowing that if his mind shattered, there was no telling what he might do to Martha.

Ssssshhhhh.

From Baphomet’s helmet that Siria Slion wore, thick black smoke billowed forth.

“Even if that worthless woman is off-limits….”

Inside his helmet, a chillingly intense black flame blazed to life.

“I can tear your limbs apart and kill you!”

Siria Slion gnashed his teeth, vowing to slaughter Burren and feed him to the dogs.

“Try it.”

Burren tilted his chin toward Siria Slion.

“Let’s see who gets torn to pieces.”

Just as Raon, whom I had always watched from behind, would do, Burren stood his ground without retreating even in this dire moment, raising his blade with unwavering confidence.

Claaaang!

Siria Slion hoisted his massive greatsword overhead, its surface ablaze with black aura. As the blade’s edge grazed the horns of his helmet, a bone-chilling sound echoed through the air.

“Die.”

He brought the greatsword crashing down with overwhelming force, intent on crushing Burren beneath its weight.

Crrraaaaaash!

Burren did not yield. Instead, he charged forward to meet Siria Slion’s greatsword, which burned with a terrifying aura. He unleashed a cutting wind that deflected the blade away from his head, sending it toward his shoulder instead.

Ssshhhhiiing!

He angled his blade diagonally, parrying Siria Slion’s descending greatsword as it fell toward his right shoulder, letting it slide harmlessly past.

Booooom!

Siria Slion’s greatsword crashed to the ground, cleaving the battlefield in two, and from within that chasm erupted black flames of devastating intensity. Even a glancing blow would have pulverized his entire body.

“Ugh….”

Burren rotated his trembling shoulders, his brow furrowing deeply.

‘A monster of a man.’

Even though I had twisted my stance using the Cutting Wind technique and deflected the blade with the flat of my sword, my shoulder felt as though it might tear away. The impact reverberated through my muscles so violently that my grip hand went numb.

“How far can you push those parlor tricks?”

Siria Slion twisted his lips upward with determination, swinging his greatsword with even greater force. He didn’t appear to be employing any special sword technique, yet the power and speed transcended imagination.

“Grraaaagh!”

Burren summoned the Cutting Wind across his entire body, deflecting Siria Slion’s successive greatsword strikes.

‘Chilling.’

The skin on the side where I deflected the greatsword felt as though it were melting away….

Each time I evaded Siria Slion’s greatsword, the flesh around the blade seemed to peel away, and my muscles felt as though they were being severed. If even deflecting it caused this much damage, a direct hit would mean instant death without question.

‘Still, I’m fortunate. I managed to perfect the Cutting Wind to this degree.’

Without the Cutting Wind—the technique of summoning wind around my body to deflect an enemy’s blade—I wouldn’t have bought Martha any time, and I would have fallen long ago.
I felt a renewed gratitude toward Karun.

‘If I just focus on defense like this and Martha awakens Lunan… wait?’

It was the moment I attempted to deflect Siria Slion’s greatsword aimed at my waist using the Cutting Wind.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

The aura blazing from Siria Slion’s greatsword intensified, pressing down upon the wind and surging forward.

Crunch-crunch-crunch!

Burren thrust his blade forward desperately, but he could not overcome the power coursing through Siria Slion’s greatsword.

‘Wait. This….’

Burren’s eyes narrowed as he observed the slicing wind tearing across Siria Slion’s greatsword.

‘Something is about to come to me.’

His mind tingled as if he were on the verge of remembering something that could completely nullify the power of that greatsword.

Whoooosh!

But before that realization could fully arrive, Siria Slion’s greatsword reached him first.

Crack!

He hastily deployed a defensive stance, but Siria Slion’s greatsword, together with his own blade, swept across his waist.

“Ugh!”

Burren spat out dark blood and tumbled across the ground.

“I… I’m not done yet….”

He forced his head up, watching Siria Slion approach slowly.

“A fine technique. Quite polished, even. However….”

Siria Slion rested his greatsword across his shoulder, his eyes narrowing.

“Your focus wavered. This is your first time using it in actual combat, isn’t it?”

He curled his lips upward as if he understood Burren’s circumstances completely.

“Hmm….”

Burren swallowed hard, meeting Siria’s cold gaze.

‘He’s right.’

I had been so consumed by the allure of Saber Wind’s power that I fought without even realizing my focus was slipping away.
I should have retreated to buy time, but that was far too grave a blunder.

Yet the battle was not entirely without gain. My clash with Siria Slion had granted me a crucial thread to follow—though that would only matter if I survived this.

“Die.”

Siria Slion’s voice fell like ice as he raised his greatsword overhead.

“Not yet….”

Burren bit his lip as he stared up at Siria Slion’s greatsword blotting out the sky.
Death loomed inches away, yet he refused to close his eyes—his gaze burned with the resolve to fight until the very end, even if it meant his demise.

Clang!

Just as Burren watched the greatsword plummet toward his head, a silver blade pierced through the space between them.

Crash!

Siria Slion’s greatsword—a weapon that could shatter the heavens themselves—halted mere inches from Burren’s face, caught by a slender longsword.

‘That blade….’

Burren’s eyes widened as he recognized the achingly familiar silver steel that had intercepted Siria Slion’s strike.

“Haa….”

From behind the shadow of the greatsword came a weary breath—one he hadn’t heard in far too long.

“Lunan! You’ve finally arrived!”

Siria Slion’s face broke into a radiant smile as he turned toward Lunan, who had blocked his blade.

“I was waiting—”
“I’m sorry….”

Lunan’s eyes met not Siria Slion’s, but Burren’s, and he bit his lip.

“I’ll tell you the rest of the story… after this is all over….”

She gave a low nod, asking him to wait just a little longer.

“L-Lunan….”

Siria Slion watched as violet light blazed within Baphomet’s helmet that Lunan wore, and she swallowed hard.

“It’s been long….”

Baphomet’s helmet that had been covering Lunan’s face split in half, and the eyes hidden within gleamed with their true violet hue.

“Now let’s end this cursed bond….”

Lunan raised Seolhwa, which radiated silver brilliance, and aimed it at Siria Slion’s throat.

“Siria Slion.”

* * *

Lunan slowly closed his eyes, then opened them.

‘Martha….’

The first thing I saw upon awakening to reality was Martha with her chest pierced by my blade.
I immediately withdrew the sword and applied pressure to stop the bleeding, but she likely wouldn’t last long.

‘Burren is in critical condition too….’

Burren was also coughing up blood from his mouth, having taken a severe blow from Siria Slion while protecting me and Martha. I needed to get him medical treatment as quickly as possible to prevent lasting complications.

‘I’m not in good shape either.’

I too had been consumed by Baphomet’s helmet, so my condition was far from ideal.
But thanks to the heart and will that Martha had conveyed to me in that dreamworld, I now felt as though I could defeat anyone.

“Lunan. How could you do this? You were my only true understanding!”

Siria Slion’s jaw trembled, unable to believe what was happening.

“The… the sorcery is broken. It shouldn’t be possible to shatter something even a Transcendent cannot destroy…”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer, faced with a situation he had never imagined, panicked and sweat poured down his face beneath his mask.

“Haaaaah…”

Lunan drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“The understanding I seek… it is not you. Siria Slion, you are nothing but an enemy I must kill…”

He revealed unmistakable hostility and killing intent toward Siria Slion.

“…”

Siria Slion stared at Lunan with vacant eyes, like a puppet whose soul had been torn away.

“Bear. Wolf. Sorcerer.”

He flicked his finger toward the trembling Bearwolf Sorcerer behind him.

“…Begin.”

Siria Slion commanded something to start as he drove his greatsword into the sorcery-inscribed Battlefield.

“Y-yes, understood!”

As the Bearwolf Sorcerer trembled and waved his staff, the fragment of Baphomet’s helm that Lunan had cleaved in two rose into the air of its own accord.

Whooooooom!

A pitch-black line connected Siria Slion’s worn Baphomet helm, the severed half of Baphomet’s helm, and Lunan.

“What is this…”

Lunan furrowed his brow at the black line linking him to Siria Slion. He swung Seolhwa at it, but the black line could not be cut.

“One in a thousand. No, one in ten thousand—but I considered the possibility that something like this could occur.”

Siria Slion nodded heavily as he gazed at the black line connecting him to Lunan.

“That’s why I took out insurance. Even if you escape me, your power will be drawn back to me!”

The moment he bared his white teeth, a black sphere erupted from the split halves of Baphomet’s helmet.

Whooooooosh!

The black sphere spiraled as it began extracting Lunan’s fighting spirit, aura, and soul, channeling them toward Siria Slion.

“Ugh—!”

Lunan tried desperately to resist, but the suction force emanating from the black sphere born of Baphomet’s helmet was beyond what human strength could endure.

“From the moment you donned Baphomet’s helmet, everything you are belongs to me.”

Siria Slion accepted Lunan’s aura and fighting spirit, exhaling heavily.

“Lunan! I will claim you through sheer force! Only I can accept you!”

He spread both arms wide, unleashing the aura he’d stolen from Lunan alongside his fighting spirit across his entire body.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Space warped around Siria Slion, and the sky began to collapse.
Seeing the surroundings tear asunder from the mere manifestation of power, it seemed he had transcended by absorbing Lunan’s strength.

“Haah…”

Meanwhile, Lunan trembled at his fingertips, cold sweat dripping down his face as though everything had been stolen by Siria Slion.

“Lunan. Come to me.”

Siria Slion extended his hand toward Lunan.

“You can never defeat me.”

He twisted his lips upward, declaring that no younger sister could ever surpass an older brother.

“If you follow me now, I’ll spare your friends and take them with you. Raise them as you wish.”

Siria Slion treated Burren and Martha like mere pets, waving his hand for them to come along.

“In the past, hearing those words… I would have given up. I would have been consumed by your terror. But….”

Lunan forced himself to his feet.

“Not anymore.”

He shook his head, refusing to surrender.

“You are now stripped bare. Your aura is gone. Your stamina is depleted, and you’ve even lost the fighting spirit you gained from the helmet.”

Siria Slion tilted his chin as if to say, think carefully.

“Meanwhile, I have absorbed your power and soul, transcending far beyond transcendence itself! Challenging me now is no different than trying to shatter stone with an egg!”

He lifted his head arrogantly, declaring that victory was impossible.

“There are those who have fought on, knowing they could never win.”

Burren, who had sacrificed everything to buy time. Martha, who had ventured into the dream world itself to awaken me. And though not present here now, Raon and the people of Zigheart, who have always been my strength.
The faces of them all flooded my mind, and I could not break here.

“Fine then. I’ll take you by force!”

Siria Slion could no longer contain himself, grinding his teeth as he raised his greatsword. From the blade held high above his head erupted a catastrophic aura of destruction that seemed capable of shattering the world itself.

“Don’t worry. It might hurt a little, but I’ll piece your soft flesh back together and fix you up!”

Siria Slion smiled wickedly, determined to take Lunan by force, even if it meant destroying him.

“Explosive Blade Technique!”

He unleashed an absolute technique capable of reducing the entire surroundings to ash, as if he would kill not only Lunan but Burren and Martha as well.

“Haaa….”

Lunan exhaled a crystalline breath as he watched Siria Slion’s magnificent sword strike descend like a meteor.

‘I’m not afraid….’

Though Siria Slion had stripped me of everything, my focus remained intact.

I centered myself, and time slowed. The colors of this world faded away. It felt like the transcendent realm Raon had spoken of.

Whoooooosh!

A colossal blade descended, massive enough to obliterate my body entirely, yet fear did not touch me.
I had received so much from the people around me that even as my aura vanished, my vitality drained away, and my spirit and fighting spirit were severed, my heart remained full.

‘I will… protect them all….’

Lunan grasped Seolhwa with trembling hands, remembering those who had made me who I am.

In that moment, the shadow of Siria Slion that had enveloped my soul melted away, and a warmth bright enough to illuminate the entire world bloomed forth.

The liberation of a suppressed spirit, and the foundation for reaching a new realm, unfolded before my eyes.

Lunan ascended the platform I had forged together with my comrades—not through brute force alone—and felt the blade and myself become one.

“Sword Realm Incarnation.”

Lunan raised Seolhwa, now gleaming as pristine white as the Snowy Plain, before my face.
With the noble bearing of a knight willing to stake her life to protect the King, I spoke with dignified reverence.

“Eternity.”

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