The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 300

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Chapter 300

Crimson lightning engulfed the darkened sky.

The world flashed with scarlet radiance as if a thunder dragon roaming the heavens had descended upon the realm.

Lightning energy that had spread like a spider’s web converged above the barrier, forming a magnificent line.

Rummmmmble!

Before the thunder that shook the Continent faded, a bolt twisted like a chain pierced through the Taeeum Barrier.

Crash!

The Taeeum Barrier, which had been deemed invincible, tore apart like paper. The moon and star patterns that had withstood Wrath’s frigid aura shattered and crashed to the ground.

A man descended above the collapsing barrier. His crimson eyes, which gazed down upon all creation, pressed down upon the surroundings.

The moon, which had hidden in fear of darkness, now shone with auspicious light behind him, and the distorted starlight found its place once more, scattering brilliantly.

The balance of the world, which demonic energy had thrown into discord, was being restored by the presence of a single man.

“Glen Zigheart….”

The White Blood Cult Master gnashed her teeth as she beheld the man who dominated the world alone.

“To appear without a trace… have you even altered the very heavens themselves?”

Tacheon gazed upward at the crimson sky still flickering with otherworldly light, his eyes trembling.

“Insane… absolutely insane…”

“Glen Zigheart!”

“The Northern Destruction King himself has come?”

“We never imagined…”

The executives of the White Blood Sect and Eden were crushed beneath the overwhelming aura radiating from Glen, unable even to straighten their spines.

“These vermin have overstepped their bounds.”

Glen’s low voice swept away the darkness that had settled upon the earth.

“Move from this moment forward, and you die.”

His words became a decree, and the earth itself trembled beneath them.

“Ah…”

The 5th Apostle could not bear the searing pain in his chest from the Soul Reaper Sword, and as a faint groan escaped his lips, a crimson line appeared across the center of his face.

Splurch!

The blade spread thickly, and the 5th Apostle’s body split in half. Even his regenerative abilities failed to activate. It was instant death.

There was no swinging of the sword, no process of wielding aura. There was only the result—the 5th Apostle had been cut down.

Raon Zigheart swallowed hard, watching Glen Zigheart’s back.

‘So this is the Northern Destruction King….’

The man who had dominated the continental wars, the one called the Thunder God. The name of the swordsman closest to supreme mastery in this era was no exaggeration.

‘Is he even stronger than that man?’

Twenty years had passed since I last saw Derus Robert, but I couldn’t imagine he had grown stronger than Glen Zigheart was now.

-Indeed, he is the True Demon King’s rival.

Wrath nodded, his voice devoid of strength.

-If only the True Demon King could have brought his true body, it would have been a worthy battle.

He frowned, lamenting that he couldn’t unleash his true form.

“Raon Zigheart.”

As I ignored Wrath’s bluster, Glen Zigheart’s voice reached my ears.

“Bearing the name of Zigheart, yet allowing yourself to be kidnapped? How pathetic. And yet….”

He continued without turning around. It might have been my imagination, but his voice seemed to tremble slightly.

“You endured well.”

Those words seeped into my chest. Perhaps it was the warmth I felt for the first time that made my nose sting. I bit my lip to suppress the blur of moisture clouding my vision.

“What brings an old man without the strength to lift a sword crawling to this place?”

The White Blood Cult Master raised her upper body. From her, who had been filled only with a mystical presence, an intangible aura bloomed forth.

“To think you would journey all this way, Grandfather. Your grandson must be quite precious indeed. However….”

Tacheon lifted his hand, his eyes narrowing. His energy wave instantly engulfed the entire region.

“It appears you’ve come alone?”

Tacheon’s lips curled into a thin smile as he realized there was no one besides Glen.

“And?”

Glen lifted his chin slightly. An expression of absolute arrogance. It seemed the Demon King of Pride had granted his power not to Tacheon, but to Glen.

“Since you’ve found your own grave, I should afford you proper treatment.”

Tacheon spread both hands wide, casting his gaze toward the White Blood Cult Master’s palanquin.

“Very well. Just this once, I shall join hands with you.”

The curtains of the palanquin parted smoothly, revealing the White Blood Cult Master’s face.

A peerless beauty with raven-black hair and eyes, her skin as translucent as fresh snow. She wore a blood-crimson dress that clung to every curve of her form, and a sweet, intoxicating fragrance wafted from her presence.

‘So this is the White Blood Cult Master.’

Despite her commanding demeanor, she appeared to be no more than her mid-twenties. Merely gazing upon her left my mind clouded and hazy. It was as though her very existence wielded an enchantment.

‘But…’

Where had I seen her before?

I couldn’t quite place it, yet her features felt strangely familiar.

“The loss of the branch is regrettable, but acquiring the Northern Destruction King’s life would prove a considerable gain.”

Murderous intent dripped from Tacheon’s final words. Light and darkness swirled softly from his outstretched palms.

“Had you remained confined to that northern corner, you might have lived out your natural lifespan.”

A pristine white aura bloomed around the White Blood Cult Master. Blood energy at its zenith—a crimson force of such purity that it surpassed natural mana, soaring toward the very heavens.

‘Ugh!’

I clutched my chest and fell to my knees. Even with the Ring of Fire activated, I couldn’t breathe under the terrifying aura that the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon unleashed. My throat felt completely blocked, as if stuffed with wet paper.

The momentum they’d displayed before was nothing but dust compared to this.

Glen Zigheart remained serene while bearing the combined aura of the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon alone. He simply gazed down upon everything before him, just as he had when seated upon the Jade Throne in the Audience Chamber.

“Haah…”

I forced my mouth open and continued breathing in shallow gasps.

‘I have to watch this even if it kills me.’

Glen Zigheart, the White Blood Cult Master, and Tacheon. A clash between the leaders of the Six Emperors Five Demons, those who had reached the apex of the Continent.

If I could witness and comprehend this battle from beginning to end, I could advance further.

“Stay back.”

Glen Zigheart spoke with a slight tilt of his chin.

“And watch carefully.”

The moment his words reached me, the aura of the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon receded, and breathing became far easier.

‘Is he helping me?’

Normally, I would have expected him to endure on his own, but this Glen was different—a man I’d never seen before, standing in the Audience Chamber.

“Two of the Five Demons.”

Glen’s eyes, cold as glacial ice, flickered toward the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon as he tilted his chin.

“Not a bad way to warm up. Come.”

“This old man….”

“Hmph!”

The White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon’s expressions twisted at Glen’s arrogant tone.

“You remain unchanged.”

Tacheon smiled thinly, his expression dripping with lethal intent. Tangible killing intent stained the earth pitch black.

“Don’t mistake us for who we were thirty years ago. You’ve grown old, while we’ve only grown stronger.”

White blood spread around the White Blood Cult Master. The earth melted beneath her feet, and the sky itself screamed.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

The auras of three absolute beings clashed, and the heavens and earth trembled as if on the verge of collapse.

Screeeech!

The White Blood Cult Master struck first. The moment her hands made contact with the ground, a torrent of blood-red flames erupted from beneath. A conflagration of unprecedented intensity engulfed Glen’s entire body.

Screeeech!

Tacheon extended both hands forward. Sacred and demonic energies—light and darkness intertwined, stretching out to target Glen’s upper body.

The White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon’s attacks erupted in the same instant as Wrath’s Frost Realm. It felt as though the moment they summoned their power, it was already upon Glen’s body.

Glen’s expression remained unmoved as he witnessed the dual assault from these two monsters targeting both his upper and lower body simultaneously. His eyes held a serene clarity, as if emotions were a luxury he could not afford, and he took a step forward.

Boom!

With that effortless stride, the very axis of the earth twisted, and crimson lightning erupted skyward. The violent thunderbolt tore through the heavens, and the flames and light conjured by the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon melted away into nothingness.

“Warm-ups are unnecessary.”

Glen looked down upon the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon, gesturing to them.

“Come at me with everything you have.”

“Blood Explosion!”

The White Blood Cult Master brought her hands together once more. The blood-red aura swirling around her swelled and transformed her appearance.

Craaaash!

The earth split asunder, and a pure white tidal wave rose up to consume the entire Branch. Each ripple of that blood-red torrent carried power exceeding that of a Transcendent Master.

I never imagined blood energy could produce such a phenomenon. It was a display of power that commanded admiration, even from an enemy.

*Ching!*

Tacheon raised his hand. A white sphere surged within his grasp, and a thousand blades of pure light materialized before him.

Holy Swords. Each one was both a technique and a spell, wielding overwhelming blade force.

A thousand blades cascaded down, and a tidal wave of blood energy surged forward. There was nowhere left to escape.

Glen Zigheart raised his sword slowly, facing the terrifying onslaught that defied reality itself.

“True Lightning.”

A crimson light, as if containing lightning itself, flashed across the True Heaven Sword, splitting heaven and earth asunder.

*Crash!*

The Holy Swords that commanded the heavens and the blood explosion that crushed the earth collided head-on with the blade that could sever all things under heaven.

As power clashed against power, the buildings of Eden crumbled to dust, and the earth’s surface tore open to reveal what lay beneath.

*Boom!*

A magnificent sound of rupture engulfed the world. Lightning spread like wildfire, erasing the waves of blood energy and shattering the blades of light.

The absolute power to single-handedly contend with the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon. The title of greatest on the Continent was hardly an exaggeration for Glen Zigheart.

“You dared to be arrogant with merely that level of skill.”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes with disdain.

“Your temperament has grown hasty, it seems.”

“This is merely the beginning.”

Tacheon and the White Blood Cult Master laughed coldly, drawing forth black light and blood energy. The aura intensified with each passing moment. Neither had yet unleashed their full strength.

“Allow me to advance this time.”

As Glen Zigheart’s left foot pressed against the earth, his body surged forth before Tacheon. A footwork that shattered space itself—the perfected form of Taewhwa Steps.

Clang!

Glen Zigheart swept down with his True Heavenly Sword as if brushing away an annoyance. The strike was simple yet swift, and therefore devastatingly powerful. The moment the blade extended like a ray of light touched Tacheon’s neck, darkness erupted.

Rumble!

The darkness seized the True Heavenly Sword like a living creature, refusing to release it.

“Well caught.”

A massive whip resembling a dragon’s tail materialized in the White Blood Cult Master’s grasp. It was a blood whip woven from white blood energy.

Screeeech!

The descending whip fractured into hundreds of strands, coiling around Glen Zigheart’s entire body.

Whoooosh!

Even in that critical moment, Glen Zigheart’s sunken gaze remained unwavering. A brilliant crimson light, radiant as the sun itself, bloomed upon the True Heavenly Sword, pushing back the darkness.

“The demonic force is being repelled?”

The instant Tacheon furrowed his brow and retreated, Glen Zigheart’s blade traced an elongated arc.

Crackle!

A tremendous surge of lightning erupted alongside the sword form, stretching outward like the horizon itself.

Thunderous boom!

The lightning-infused sword strike cleaved through hundreds of blood threads and severed even Tacheon’s darkness.

Catastrophic crash!

The shockwave of that immense power brought the entire Eden Branch crashing down, and the earth split open like parched, cracked soil.

Glen Zigheart clicked his tongue as he watched the crumbling ground.

“Cramped.”

He extended his right foot forward and thrust the Soul Reaper Sword upward. Lightning and tempest surged forth, driving the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon backward.

Boom!

Glen stepped on the Taeeum Barrier again, striking down toward the White Blood Cult Master.

Crash!

The White Blood Cult Master sensed the attack and formed a blade of blood energy to block it. Tacheon licked his lips and summoned darkness, piercing through the gap between them.

Clang clang clang clang!

White light, crimson light, and black light collided endlessly, forming a magnificent cascade of radiance.

The three transcendent beings, having surpassed humanity, gradually moved away from the Branch, unleashing their full power across the empty sky of the field.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble!

Even from a considerable distance, the shockwave from the three combatants rippled outward, making it difficult to stand properly.

Boom!

An explosion echoed from the direction of the collapsed Great Hall.

Raon turned around, breathing heavily. Merlin stared at him with wide eyes.

“What… what is this…?”

“The Northern Destruction King came himself because of the brat you kidnapped. Tsk…!”

Geummyeonsa stepped out from the pillar of frost, stanching his wounds while grinding his teeth.

“And the reason for the kidnapping itself has gone to ruin.”

He raised his finger, pointing at Raon’s face.

“That bastard consumed your dragon in reverse.”

“What…?”

Merlin’s head turned with mechanical precision. Her eyes, now seeing Raon without his mask, contorted as if they might burst.

“Rocta…?”

“I’m sorry it turned out this way.”

Raon clutched at his roiling stomach and furrowed his brow.

‘I can’t deceive her.’

Though I could have manipulated Merlin to escape this situation more easily, I found myself unable to lie to her—perhaps because Rocta’s soul had been absorbed into me.

“I won in the Mental Realm.”

“Ah….”

Merlin collapsed right where she stood. The gaze behind her mask grew clouded and vacant, as if her very soul had fled.

“Kugh!”

The 10th Apostle, who had been pinned beneath Glen Zigheart’s overwhelming pressure, snapped back to awareness at Merlin’s cry and staggered to his feet.

“Now! Secure Raon Zigheart!”

At his command, the men and women of all ages carrying the White Blood Cult Master’s palanquin moved in unison.

“….”

The Severed Soul Sword on the opposite side extended his hand, and Eden’s executives began rushing forward as well.

“Damn it….”

I bit my lip.

‘I don’t have the strength to hold them off.’

My entire body was battered from expending Wrath’s power. I didn’t even have the strength to lift the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘Still, I can’t let them interfere.’

Glen was currently engaged in battle with two of the Five Demons’ leaders. I couldn’t afford to become a burden to him.

I resonated the ring of fire. Gritting my teeth against the throbbing pain in my chest, I lifted both blades.

‘Even if I die, I won’t go down without a fight!’

Just as I was about to force my swords down toward the Old Man charging from the right and the black-armored orc approaching from the left—

A wind swept through.

An emerald-tinged breeze tickled my hair as a tall elf materialized before my eyes.

Crash!

A familiar sword technique extended from her hand, transforming into a blue tempest that struck down both the Old Man and the black-armored orc simultaneously.

“Ah….”

Raon’s eyes widened as he watched the red hair flutter in the wind.

“You look like a mess.”

Rimer turned back with a wry smile—one that carried both concern and fury.

“Zigheart’s radiant blade!”

“….”

The 5th Apostle and the Severed Soul Sword moved simultaneously, both targeting Rimer.

“Did you think I came alone?”

The moment Rimer shrugged his shoulders, a blade thin as an awl pierced toward the 5th Apostle’s throat.

“Kugh!”

The 5th Apostle hastily swung his spear shaft to block, but thin rivulets of blood trickled from his throat.

“I intended to end this in a single strike.”

A man wielding three azure swords performed a somersault through the air and landed on the ground. It was Roen, the elderly butler with his hair neatly swept back.

“It seems my skills have grown a bit dull.”

“A Slayer King….”

The 5th Apostle gripped his throat, grinding his teeth.

Crash!

At the sound of rock shattering, he turned his head to the right.

A woman with violet hair, wielding a pair of differently colored twin blades, blocked the Severed Soul Sword head-on.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The female swordmaster displayed extraordinary martial prowess, forcing back the Severed Soul Sword—a blade more than twice her size—through sheer strength.

“Raon.”

Sheryl, the Heavenly Sword Master, turned her head while keeping both blades lowered.

“I’m glad you’re safe.”

She lifted the corners of her lips slightly, offering a subtle smile.

Raon’s jaw trembled as he looked at the three of them. His heart pounded violently. The emotions he had suppressed upon hearing Glen’s voice threatened to erupt, churning within him.

“Raon Zigheart cannot move a single finger! Capture him by any means necessary!”

The 10th Apostle issued commands to everyone, then gripped his spear and charged toward Roen.

“….”

The Severed Soul Sword narrowed his eyes slightly, then drew upon his murderous intent and fighting spirit before striking his blade down toward Sheryl.

“I misspoke.”

Rimer chuckled softly and pointed toward the sky.

“I should have mentioned that we weren’t coming alone.”

As his scorn echoed, dozens of dimensional rifts tore open across the void.

Whoooooosh!

From each fractured dimension poured swordsmen bearing the Zigheart crest.

Not merely the military units I’d encountered before—the Heavenly Sword Squad, White Lotus Society, Gonggeom Unit, Jeokgyeol Unit, and Gyeokho Unit—but also swordsmen stationed on external missions converged in a single location.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The swordsmen’s eyes gleamed with frigid intensity as they encircled the Eden Branch.

In moments, an impenetrable siege had formed—not a single rat could escape.

From the final rift that materialized, familiar faces emerged.

Burren, Martha, Lunan. The Gwangpung Unit—bearing eyes that had grown mature in my absence—charged forward.

“Gwangpung Unit! Protect the Vice-Leader!”

At Rimer’s cry, the Gwangpung Unit unleashed the Gwangpung Formation, blocking the path before Raon.

They didn’t speak of hardship endured, worries carried, or relief felt. Their steadfast backs spoke instead—a silent vow to protect him no matter what.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Hundreds of Zigheart swordsmen unleashed their sword auras, which coalesced into a unified military force that shook heaven and earth. A single, harmonized wave of energy swept across all creation.

I gripped the sword hilt so tightly my knuckles bled.

‘Am I truly alone?’

Unlike my past life, where my neck was severed along with the leash that bound me, I now stood surrounded by people.

My blade. My life. Both moved forward with them.

“Raon.”

Rimer grasped my trembling right hand and directed it toward the enemy.

“You’ve suffered enough. Let me have the choicest cut.”

He grinned. Sheryl, Roen, and all the other swordsmen fixed their gazes upon us, their grips tightening on their blades.

“For Zigheart….”

I swallowed hard, gathering the fierce resolve that surged from within, and roared.

“Annihilate the enemy!”

At my clarion call, Zigheart surged forward.

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