The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1255

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Chapter 1255

Roooaaarrr!

Ten towering snowy mountains erupted behind Lunan. The colossal peaks, their summits piercing the heavens, stood crowned with eternal glaciers hardened by the passage of ages, gazing down with arrogant indifference upon the mortals below.

“The… Sword Realm?”

Siria Slion’s eyes widened within Baphomet’s helm, unable to fathom that Lunan would not only awaken but also wield the Sword Realm.

“This can’t be right! I clearly took everything!”

His lips trembled as he grappled with the incomprehensible—he had drained her aura and vitality, severed her very soul, yet this was happening.

“Hah…”

Burren wiped the blood trickling from his lips and released a hollow laugh.

“So she’s finally earning her keep.”

He lowered himself to the ground, his faith in Lunan unwavering.

“This time, make sure he stays dead.”

Burren nodded, asking her to complete what Raon had left unfinished.

“Of course…”

Lunan gave a slight nod and raised Seolhwa, gleaming with ethereal white light, toward the sky. In that instant, the colossal mountains looming behind her trembled, and the eternal snow blanketing their peaks rose like clouds.

Roooaaarrr!

The snowballs touching the darkened sky transformed into thousands—no, tens of thousands of frost petals that descended and swirled around Lunan.

Whoooosh…

Enveloped in countless fragments of frost, Lunan emanated an aura both beautiful and merciless—she appeared as a goddess of snow blossoms, yet also as a sovereign ruling over the Frozen Hell itself.

Clang!

As Lunan pointed Seolhwa at Siria Slion, the countless frost petals swirling like clouds around her shot forward as if caught by the wind.
It was beautiful, like falling cherry blossoms, but within those gracefully advancing petals lay a deathly, piercing chill.

“Ugh!”

Siria Slion swung his greatsword in alarm as Lunan’s frost petals rushed at him like a swarm of bees.

Whoooosh!

His greatsword unleashed a terrifying wave as if cleaving the heavens themselves. It was a domineering strike imbued with the realm of transcendence.

Whoosh!

Yet the frost petals Lunan unleashed danced on the wind like butterflies, flowing around Siria Slion’s greatsword before rushing toward him.

“This… this can’t be!”

Siria Slion hastily retreated to evade Lunan’s assault, but he could not avoid a single frost petal embedding itself in the back of his hand.

“Ugh…”

He bit his lip as he gazed at the back of his hand, apparently feeling considerable pain from the unexpected wound.

“A mere scratch like this! It has no effect whatsoever on my love for you!”

Siria Slion extended his right hand to remove the frost fragment embedded in his left hand, as if dismissing the wound entirely.

Yet contrary to his will, the frost fragment lodged in the back of his hand would not come free. Rather, the more he touched it, the deeper it burrowed.

“What… what is this…?”

Siria Slion’s jaw trembled in horror as the frost fragment gnawed deeper into his flesh.

“Don’t be alarmed…”

As Lunan rotated Seolhwa, the frost petals began to form a massive circle, slowly constricting the space around Siria Slion.

“Now it truly begins.”

As she lowered her blade again, the frost shards forged from the Sword Realm came hurtling toward Siria Slion with renewed ferocity.

“Damn it!”

Siria Slion realized he had no time to examine his wounds. He immediately shifted his footwork and swung his greatsword in a wide arc, using the wind generated by his blade to push back the frost petals while dodging any fragments that slipped through with his footwork.

But once again, reality defied his expectations.

Whoooosh!

Lunan’s frost petals rode the very wind that Siria Slion had created with his greatsword, advancing relentlessly. They were unaffected by his exquisite and nimble footwork, pursuing him without the slightest delay.

“Insane!”

Siria’s eyes widened as he spun his greatsword like a windmill, attempting to deflect all the approaching frost petals. Yet three fragments pierced through the gaps, embedding themselves in his shoulder, waist, and calf.

“Grraaahhh!”

Siria Slion let out a sharp cry and stumbled backward in disarray. Unlike the sinister demeanor he had displayed until now, his fingertips trembled as he stared at his wounds.

“What… what in the world is this!”

He concentrated his aura on his fingertips, attempting to extract the frost petals embedded in his shoulder and waist, but the fragments refused to budge and instead burrowed deeper into his flesh.

Whoooosh!

Lunan showed no intention of giving Siria Slion any respite as she unleashed another barrage of frost petals. The fragments of ice, following the path of her blade, rose into the sky before descending like lightning strikes.

“Inferno Blade Technique!”

Siria Slion scraped the ground as he raised his greatsword. From his blade, which deployed a cutting technique, blazing aura erupted forth, attempting to incinerate the frost petals.

Whoooosh!

The frost petals ignored even the intense heat generated by Siria Slion’s greatsword, driving their sharp leaves deep into the flesh of his chest, forearms, and thighs.

“Aaaahhhhhhh!”

Siria Slion let out a piercing scream as if his limbs were being torn from his body. It was utterly unlike the composure and confidence he normally displayed.

“Why… why is this happening…?”

Even the slightest movement caused him agony, and saliva and foam dripped from within his helmet.

Whoooosh!

Siria Slion realized that his greatsword alone would not suffice, so he withdrew a staff crafted from bone from the Battlefield. He intended to harness Baphomet’s power, which allowed him to wield both blade and sorcery.

Whoooooosh!

Yet rather than attack Lunan with magic, he attempted to extract the frost petals embedded in his own body.
Of course, the petals infused with Lunan’s will could never be dispelled by Sihan’s sorcery.

“What are these wretched things!”

Siria Slion cursed at the incomprehensible situation, but all that came in return was Lunan’s relentless assault.

Whoooooosh!

Lunan, now accustomed to wielding the Sword Realm, moved the frost petals with greater speed and fluidity, ensnaring Siria Slion in their dance.

Splatter!

Even as Siria Slion swung his greatsword with all his might and executed his footwork flawlessly, wounds multiplied across his body, groans escaped him from the endless torment, and his movements grew sluggish.

“Ah, Evil Goat Demon?”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer trembled, his lips quivering as he witnessed Siria Slion’s panic for the first time.

“Erase these wounds! Do something, anything!”

Siria Slion screamed at the Bearwolf Sorcerer, his eyes wild with desperation.

“Y-yes, at once!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer invoked his sorcery to extract the shards of frost embedded in Siria Slion’s body, but his magic could not repel the frost blades saturated with killing intent.

“You… you useless wretch… AAAAAAHHHHH!”

Siria Slion was cursing the Bearwolf Sorcerer when frost petals suddenly embedded themselves near his neck, drawing another agonized scream. It was no longer a scream—it was a primal wail of torment.

“No matter how I think about it… this is im, impossible.”

When the frost first pierced the back of his hand, it hurt more than expected, but he could endure it. However, as the frost embedded deeper into his body, the pain escalated exponentially. Now, with each new frost petal that touched him, his limbs felt as though they were being torn asunder—agony beyond measure.
And the pain from the previous wounds didn’t diminish; it only intensified alongside the new torment.

Even when Raon Zigheart had severed his neck, he had never experienced pain of this magnitude, leaving him utterly bewildered.

‘Th, there must be a way….’

Siria Slion’s eyes darted frantically across the battlefield.

‘Yes! There is one!’

To his right, Burren Zigheart and Martha Zigheart lay collapsed with grievous wounds. If he took them hostage, he could escape this crisis.

[There is a way out of this situation.]

Siria Slion sent an aura message to the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

[Buy me some time.]

He gasped to the Bearwolf Sorcerer, urging it to draw Lunan’s attention.

“Ugh….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer didn’t want to, but it reluctantly bit its lip and stepped forward.

“D, die!”

It conjured cursed black spheres atop its staff and hurled them toward Lunan.

Boom!

Knowing the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s sorcery could rot flesh, Lunan erected a white barrier using frost petals.

“Graaaaaahhhhh!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer continued hurling incantations against the wall of frost petals he had erected, deliberately drawing Lunan’s attention as Siria Slion had instructed.

Boom!

While Lunan was momentarily occupied with her defense, Siria Slion pushed off the ground with all his might and lunged toward Burren and Martha.

‘Perfect!’

Lunan’s gaze remained fixed on the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s incantations, and his hands were now nearly within reach of Burren and Martha. Once he seized them as hostages, he could pressure Lunan again and make her his.

‘Hostages can wait… what?’

Just as Siria Slion reached out with a vicious grin to seize Burren’s throat—

Crash!

Frost petals erupted from beneath the ground where Burren lay, severing his wrist and embedding themselves in the wound.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Before Siria Slion could even register his shock, overwhelming agony seized him, and he dropped to his knees, screaming. More frost petals burrowed into his flesh, intensifying the torment.

“You… you foolish Bearwolf Sorcerer….”

Siria Slion spat blood from his mouth and turned to look back, his breath catching in his throat.

Crash!

The Bearwolf Sorcerer lay collapsed, Lunan’s frost petals embedded in his throat and heart. His mask was shattered, his eyes rolled back—he was already dead.

“I knew it would come to this….”

Lunan approached Siria Slion, manifesting Seolhwa before her.

“Of course you would target hostages….”

She nodded, as if to confirm that she had read not merely his movements, but his very thoughts.

“I will kill you and protect everyone.”

Lunan Slion bit her lip as if she would not let anyone die. In this moment, her Sword Realm displayed an invincible majesty that required no distinction between defense and offense.

“Lu, Lunan. My child!”

Siria Slion called out to Lunan, breathing heavily.

“We are the only beings in this world who can truly understand each other! We must not fight—we must love!! And I have loved you since the moment you were born!”

He lowered his sword and staff, realizing he could not stop Lunan through force.

“You are my lover, and that is something as immutable as the laws of the world itself….”

The moment Siria Slion cried out that Lunan was his lover, frost petals transformed into the shape of a colossal dragon vast enough to devour the castle itself and descended upon him.

Roooaaarrr!

Siria Slion’s entire body was shredded as he remained trapped within the storm of frost petals.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Frost petals now embedded themselves across Siria Slion’s entire form until his skin was no longer visible.

“Ah, it hurts! It hurts so much! Just kill me!”

Siria Slion clawed at his own cheeks with his fingernails and screamed, as if this moment was far more agonizing and terrifying than any death he had experienced before.

“Uuugghhh…!”

Unable to endure any longer, he flipped the sharp end of his staff, attempting to drive it through his own heart.

But frost petals flew in and severed Siria Slion’s left wrist—the hand holding the staff.

“Gaaahhh!”

Siria Slion collapsed, his entire body drained of strength, veins bulging across his skin. His eyes gazed upward into the void with a desperate plea for death.

Footstep.

As Lunan approached Siria Slion, whose deep groans filled the air, the frost petals ceased their dance, revealing his form beneath.

“Haaaaah….”

Siria Slion’s hair and nails had fallen away from a pain he had never felt even in death. His entire body was covered in bulging veins and wrinkles, and the frost petals embedded in his flesh had rendered him unable to move even a single finger. In less than three minutes, he had aged thirty years.

“Lu, Lunan.”

Siria Slion called out to Lunan, moving only a single finger.

“Sa, save me. No, kill me. You… it hurts so much….”

He wept, begging for death as his soul felt torn asunder by the agony.

“One kalpa is the time it takes for falling water drops to wear away stone….”

Lunan nodded calmly, her grip on Seolhwa unwavering.

“The pain you feel will continue for an eternity—endless, stretching across infinite time….”

She drove the blade of Seolhwa, white as a snowy plain, through Siria Slion’s chest.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The sharp blade tore through flesh and bone, shattering his heart—she felt it all with crystalline clarity. Yet there was no guilt, no pity. Only a refreshing coolness that swept down her spine.

“Even in death.”

Lunan tilted her chin slightly, her voice serene as she spoke of how this torment would persist even after Siria Slion’s death.

“Ah, ah….”

Siria Slion’s eyes and mouth gaped wide, bloodshot and burning crimson with horror at the realization that pain would follow him even beyond death’s threshold.

“And I will protect Zigheart throughout the eternity of your suffering.”

Lunan elegantly wiped the blood from Seolhwa’s blade, her eyes closing slowly.

“Even in death.”

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