The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1271

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Chapter 1271

The world held its breath.

The Battlefield trembled, unable to overcome its terror, while the atmosphere grew thick with an eerie heat—a nauseating blend of sulfurous stench and the ancient, musty scent of primordial stone.

The clouds scattered like a frightened flock of sheep, fleeing in all directions, and even the sun lost its radiant brilliance, becoming nothing more than a pallid disc suspended in the sky.

Thump.

In the suffocating silence where light and sound had vanished, only the frantic beating of human hearts echoed forth. Using that rhythm of terror and despair as a funeral march, something absolute began to rise from the depths of the earth.

Kuuuuuuuuaaaaaang!

The Battlefield could endure no longer and let out a scream. A colossal fissure tore across the horizon, shattering Mountain Ranges and evaporating rivers as vast as the Open Sea.
The crimson light that carved an indelible scar across the Continent had not yet sated its hunger, and its grotesque aura continued to expand relentlessly.

From within the chasm that split the earth, a red glow deeper than blood pulsed rhythmically. It was not the primordial magma that had birthed the ancient Continent, but rather the accumulated power of an absolute being across millennia, now bathed in radiant luminescence, searing an unforgettable wound upon the entire world.

“Ahhhhh….”
“W-what is that….”
“It cannot be human. There is no way that could be human….”
“I-I can’t breathe. My body won’t obey….”
“Gggghhh!”

Both the Eden Ghosts and the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall were crushed beneath the terrifying aura emanating from the crimson light, their faces and eyes bulging with grotesquely engorged veins.
Unable to dare even a glance, they fell to their knees, their bodies bent low, their heads bowed like frightened birds.

“Hngh….”
“Aaaahhh!”

Even Burren Zigheart and Martha could not endure, collapsing to their knees with their eyes squeezed shut.

“Ugh….”

Even Lunan Slion, who had ascended to transcendence and opened the Sword Realm itself, could not withstand it, managing only to keep his knees bent as he barely lifted his head.

“Damn it all!”

Even Muk Hyungsa, who had always carried himself with ease, now bit his lip deeply, unable to afford a moment’s respite.

Ku-ku-ku-ku-ku-ku!

I bit my lip as I watched the crimson shockwaves growing increasingly dense.

‘Is this the Lord of Pride?’

I stepped back from the terrifying crimson radiance that bloomed with dreadful power, gripping the divine and demonic blades tightly as the heat and frost that had marked them began to fade.

-Indeed it is!

Wrath nodded with certainty.

-That filthy, pathetic pressure belongs only to that damned bastard!

He ground his teeth so hard they made a creaking sound, irritation radiating from him at the mere sight of the presence.

‘The Lord of Pride, Pride….’

I furrowed my brow slightly as the crimson light pressed down upon my entire body.

‘A terrifying aura indeed.’

Merely witnessing the crimson waves rising from the earth caused my soul to scream, and my entire body trembled as though it might collapse.
Had I not ascended to the Absolute Realm, I would have been unable to lift my head, forced to my knees like the others.

‘Now I understand why you called him your sworn enemy.’

He operates on an entirely different dimension from the other Demon Lords.

Sloth and Envy, along with the other Demon Lords, had unleashed auras powerful enough to crush my body when they first appeared, yet Pride’s essence is fundamentally different.
Despite having accumulated enough power to rival the Demon Lords themselves, I felt a weight that twisted my entire being, as though I had regressed to my days as a trainee.
The Lord of Pride descending before my eyes seemed to be a Demon Lord of a different caliber entirely, much like Wrath.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The moment Pride, the Lord of Arrogance, unleashed his crimson radiance so intensely that it engulfed Eden’s Headquarters, a colossal rift tore open and a pillar of flame erupted forth as if to incinerate heaven and earth itself.

That inferno was no mere fire. It was a tyrannical power that devoured all the world’s myriad lights, an absolute violence incarnate.

Thud.

From within the magnificent pillar of flame that seemed capable of melting the Continent itself, a figure at last began to materialize.

A physique as massive and unyielding as a mountain range. Crimson hair like flames wreathed around him, swept back with striking elegance. His skin bore the bronze hue of one scorched by molten lava, and like the ancient warriors of old, his upper body was bare while his lower half was clad in ornately patterned trousers—a
peerless Handsome Young Man emerged from within the towering inferno, his eyes closed as he walked.

Gooooooh!

The Demon Lord bearing the name Pride slowly opened his eyes. His irises blazed with tyranny and wisdom as if the sun itself had been condensed within them.
The brilliant gaze of the Lord of Arrogance alone seemed capable of incinerating every human who drew breath upon this Continent.

“So someone dares lay hands upon what belongs to the True Demon King….”

Pride’s crimson eyes sparkled as if he were merely toying with the matter, yet within them burned an arrogance so fierce it threatened to turn one’s insides out.
Like Wrath, he referred to himself as the True Demon King, and though it felt unnatural, it suited the power of Arrogance far too perfectly.

“A plaything of Wrath, then.”

Pride uttered the word “Wrath” as if he had instantly discerned Raon’s true identity.

‘His very existence defies reality….’

As I beheld Pride in his true form, the Lord of Arrogance revealed before me, I swallowed dryly in silence.

‘I had heard he was formidable, but to this extent….’

Unlike Wrath, Pride was a Demon Lord who displayed his power and authority without restraint.
Merely standing before him made my very soul feel as though it were melting away, and maintaining an impassive expression was itself a grueling trial.

-Steel yourself!

Wrath struck my back, urging me not to let my guard down.

-That madman is different from the other Demon Lords! He may not even be reasoned with at all, so it would be wise to prepare for battle immediately!

He bit his lip, muttering that the situation was far from favorable.

‘I know.’

I steadied my breathing inwardly and nodded.

‘But that bastard resembles you.’
-What? No, what nonsense are you spouting! Why would the True Demon King be compared to such a wretch…
‘Pride uses the same “True Demon King” title just like you do. Only you and that bastard use such an archaic, cringeworthy term.’

Throughout all my encounters with countless powerful figures, only Wrath and Pride employed such self-aggrandizing titles. Despite being called sworn enemies, they seemed to share surprising similarities.

-No! Absolutely not!

Wrath bit my shoulder in protest against the comparison itself. Thanks to him, I regained some clarity amid the energy waves emanating from Pride.

“I knew that 【Wrath】 cultivates humans, but this was quite thorough.”

Pride nodded knowingly, as if he had already heard news about me and Wrath.

“Could it be you’re trying to imitate the True Demon King? You, 【Wrath】?”

As his expression twisted with displeasure, an immense pressure descended upon my shoulders as if the entire world itself had turned wrathful.

“….”

I endured Pride’s authority and energy waves with superhuman patience, then deliberately closed my eyes before opening them again with apparent serenity.
He closed his eyes peacefully and then opened them again.

‘So the Heavenly Demon was indeed a monster cultivated by Pride.’

Combining Pride’s words with Wrath’s, it became clear that Eden’s Heavenly Demon was definitely Pride’s creation.

“Wait, it wasn’t just 【Wrath】 you received.”

Pride stroked his chin and let out a low exclamation.

“【Sloth】, 【Envy】, 【Gluttony】, 【Lust】, and even 【Greed】? You received Grid’s authority as well?”

He instantly read all the powers of the Demon Lords that Raon possessed, his eyes widening in shock.

“Did the Demon Lords hold a reunion without me? How disappointing.”

Pride’s tone was light and frivolous, yet his absolute presence and the power of arrogance naturally created a heavy atmosphere.

“Interesting. A very intriguing element indeed.”

Pride stroked his smooth chin as if Raon’s very existence fascinated him.

“So where is that insolent Wrath? I believe he owes me a price for touching what is mine once again.”

He snapped his large fingers as if demanding Wrath be brought to him immediately.

-Now I finally understand.

Wrath sighed as if he had finally grasped something.

-That helmet she wears belongs to the Demon Race.
‘The Demon Race?’

Raon swallowed hard as he looked at Sageomryeong’s helmet visible behind Pride.

-Indeed.

Wrath shook his head as if fed up.

-That helmet contains the power of Secuir, the Demon Sword Lord who once approached the level of a Demon Lord.

He furrowed his brows as he explained that the original owner of the mask Sageomryeong wore was a woman once called a Sword Lord in the Demon Realm.

‘But then why did Pride appear?’

Raon tilted his head in confusion, unable to understand even after hearing Wrath’s explanation.

-Because Pride was fond of Secuir.

Wrath clicked his tongue as he explained that Pride had chased after Secuir because he was attracted to her.

-Of course, even the True Demon King didn’t know he would go to such lengths to keep her alive out of sheer obsession!

He shook his head back and forth, muttering that the fellow was utterly pathetic.

“Don’t, don’t meddle in my affairs!”

Sageomryeong glared at Pride’s back, grinding her teeth.

“I fought with all my strength and lost fair and square! Let me die with honor!”

Even as blood dripped from her wounds, she clutched at Pride’s feet, insisting he stay out of her affairs.

“Ah, I understand.”

Pride raised his hand and brushed aside Sageomryeong’s dark hair.

“I shall ensure your vengeance is complete. That wretch and Wrath—neither shall ever show their faces again!”

He spoke only what he wished to say, as though her words fell on deaf ears.
It was absurd, yet it aligned perfectly with the epithet of arrogance that defined him.

‘But Pride said he touched something of mine again. That means….’

I turned to regard Wrath, my eyes narrowing to thin slits.

-Ahem!

Wrath cleared his throat awkwardly, his gaze shifting to the helmet of Secuir, the Demon Sword Master.

-Secuir received Pride’s affection, but what she truly favored from the beginning was the True Demon King.

He clicked his tongue slightly, as if embarrassed.

-That madman’s pride was wounded by the matter, so it seems he still cannot let go of Secuir even now.

Wrath shook his head, saying that Pride was clearly out of his mind if you looked at it.

‘That much is true.’

I furrowed my brow as I regarded Pride.

‘Despite his outward appearance and lack of physical prowess, his mind is utterly chaotic.’

Pride, as the embodiment of the authority of Arrogance itself, perceived all matters of the world solely through the lens of his own supremacy. It was evident that he heard others’ words only as his imagination dictated.

“I ask one final time. Where is Wrath?”

Pride ignored Sageomryeong’s words entirely and flicked his hand toward me.

“If you do not ignite yourself this instant, I shall erase your very existence from this world.”

He rubbed his fingers together, which crackled with the authority of Arrogance, as though he would incinerate me on the spot.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Despite the casual gesture, the sky and earth trembled violently as if to swallow me whole.

-This simply will not do.

Wrath exhaled a heavy sigh and shook his head.

-The True Demon King is involved in this matter as well, so I shall aid you! Step back at once and summon the True Demon King! Only he can stop that bastard….

It was then that Wrath urged me to retreat and invoke Demon Lord’s Descent.

“He is….”

I stepped forward instead, contrary to Wrath’s words, and shook my head.

“Watching over you from above.”

I pointed upward with my finger at the crimson-burning sky, indicating that the True Demon King was directly overhead.

“What?”
-What?

Pride and Wrath widened their eyes simultaneously. Perhaps because they were sworn enemies, their expressions of shock appeared remarkably similar.

“And….”

Even within Pride’s absolute aura of qi, I maintained my composure and offered a serene smile.

“You’re proposing a wager to this one.”

I lifted my chin to relay Wrath’s words, presenting myself with even greater dignity than Pride himself.

-Wait, when did the True Demon King ever—!

Wrath’s lips trembled with exasperation, his voice dripping with disbelief.

-This madman is trying to con Pride too!

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