The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 301

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Chapter 301

Tacheon raised his left hand. The murky night sky was drawn toward his palm, coalescing into a massive vortex of darkness.

Screeeech!

The grotesque darkness unfurled dozens of elongated, elastic legs, encircling Glen from every conceivable direction.

Booooom!

From the White Blood Cult Master’s lips poured forth a language that seemed utterly inhuman, cascading at incomprehensible speed. The crimson aura swirling around her twisted and coiled, weaving into a pristine white spear.

Roooar!

The spear’s blade, condensed from white blood energy, was both colossal enough to slay gods and razor-sharp.

“Dark Cage.”

Tacheon clenched his left fist. The darkness surrounding Glen compressed and solidified, trapping him within.

Crackle crackle crackle!

As the Dark Cage began constricting around Glen, the blood spear forged by the White Blood Cult Master transformed into a beam of light and shot forth.

Piercing shriek!

The blood spear struck the center of the Dark Cage with absolute precision.

Thunderous boom!

A devastating shockwave erupted from within the Dark Cage. The darkness fractured as the blood spear was repelled outward in a shower of crimson sparks.

Thunderous boom boom boom!

With a single impossibly thin blade, Glen demonstrated an astounding feat of martial prowess—simultaneously pushing back both the wall of darkness and the spear of crimson energy.

Blazing inferno!

Glen flicked his wrist lightly. The lightning aura blazing from the blade amplified in an instant, igniting a crimson aura.

Screeeech!

The massive blood spear split in half and fell, while the prison of darkness shattered into fragments and scattered.

“Damn this lightning aura….”
“This won’t be easy.”

The White Blood Cult Master clicked her tongue, and Tacheon twisted his lips. Both wore expressions of displeasure at the current situation.

“You both seem weaker than before.”

Glen looked down upon the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon, tilting his chin to the side.

“There’s no need to drag this out.”

He stepped upon the Heavenly Stride. Folding the void, he advanced until he stood before Tacheon.

Whoooosh!

Glen brought down the True Heavenly Sword toward Tacheon, whose eyes had widened. In a flash like lightning striking, Tacheon’s body split in two.

“Faster than I expected.”

Despite his body being cleaved in half, Tacheon did not die. Fluttering like torn paper, he seeped into the darkness and returned to his original form.

“Magic?”
“I’ve blended it in. Of course, not just from me….”

The moment Tacheon’s eyes rolled to the left, a mist of blood aura surged from behind Glen’s back.

Whoooosh!

Blood sprayed from Glen’s spine. He immediately struck it away with the True Heavenly Sword, but the blood mist did not disappear and remained suspended in place.

“I’ll toy with you slowly before I kill you.”

The White Blood Cult Master’s voice echoed from within the mist. It resembled the vampire ability of mist transformation, but the fact that it could not be cut even by a sword infused with will suggested it was a far more advanced form of sorcery.

“So your grandson can admire your corpse when he arrives to save you.”
“Death, then.”

Glen laughed coldly and raised the True Heavenly Sword skyward.

“If I can manage that, it wouldn’t be so bad.”

The lightning energy dwelling within the True Heavenly Sword spread in a fan pattern, summoning a magnificent storm of thunder across the entire sky.

Crack-crack-crack!

The lightning energy blanketing the heavens interlocked like a net and descended.

The heavenly net was vast yet dense, missing nothing—and Glen’s lightning mesh ensnared both the White Blood Cult Master transformed into mist and Tacheon dissolved into shadow.

“Heavenly Net?”

The White Blood Cult Master furrowed her brow and clasped her hands together. In the blink of an eye, a high-level incantation was completed, and a wall of blood energy surged upward.

“Damn!”

Tacheon clicked his tongue and rotated his right hand clockwise. The brilliant white light gathering in his palm transformed into a colossal sphere resembling the sun, wrapping around his body.

Boom-boom-boom-boom!

The lightning bolts transformed into a net shattered through the blood wall and white radiance, erupting in a catastrophic explosion.

“Ugh!”
“Hmm….”

Though the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon had not directly touched the lightning energy, their expressions darkened. They had clearly suffered considerable internal damage, their faces contorting grimly.

“It seems we have no luxury to hold back.”

Light and darkness simultaneously emerged from Tacheon’s hands. A tremendous aura as if containing day and night themselves surged forth.

“Right. There’s no point in prolonging this.”

The White Blood Cult Master nodded slightly and brought her hands together before her. The white blood energy blazing above her shoulders grew fainter, then transformed into transparent clarity like water.

Kuguguguugu!

The absolute aura of energy unleashed by the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon twisted the space itself, leaving grotesque cracks across the void.

Kwarrrrung!

Glen lifted the True Heavenly Sword and stomped his feet. Crimson lightning erupted from the fractured earth, sweeping across the surroundings.

Kuguguguugu!

The three warriors’ auras collided, unleashing a tremendous storm of mana. The moment the tempest rising from the earth touched the heavens, all three figures moved simultaneously.

Zzzzzzzzack!

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I clenched my teeth. Keeping my right arm raised despite its desperate screams to lower itself, I stared forward.

“Worthless demons! Cut them all down!”
“White Lotus Society, charge!”
“If you fall behind the White Lotus Society, training doubles tomorrow! Gonggeom Unit, push forward!”

The Zigheart swordsmen’s eyes blazed with fierce flames as they charged toward Eden’s spirits and the White Blood Cult disciples.

“Damn it!”

The 10th Apostle knocked Roen back, then extended his hand. His eyes burned with irritation as he pointed toward the Zigheart swordsmen.

“Kill them all!”

At his command, the White Blood Cult disciples retreated and formed their ranks. They drew their weapons, their movements accompanied by a damp, blood-tinged aura.

Zzzzzzzzang!

The Severed Soul Sword and Sheryl clashed in the center, their blades meeting head-on. As white and black swords collided with passion and will, the earth trembled.

“Ugh….”

Geummyeonsa rose to his feet, clutching at the abdomen where Raon had struck him. Since the Severed Soul Sword was blocked by the Heavenly Sword Master, command fell to him.

“The moment you retreat, death awaits! Fight to the bitter end!”

At his cry, the specters of Eden surged with killing intent. Crimson auras erupted skyward, their forms twisting into demonic shapes.

Kuwaaaaang!

The warriors of Zigheart, Eden, and the White Blood Sect collided at the center. Auras, blood energy, and killing intent clashed violently, unleashing endless scarlet sparks and shockwaves.

“Krraaaagh!”
“What—what are these bastards!”
“Hold your ground! Retreat and we’re finished!”
“Like wild boars, I swear!”

Though their individual power levels were nearly equal, with each flash of blade light, the heads of White Blood Sect members and blood demons tumbled to the ground.

“Hmm?”

I narrowed my eyes, observing the battlefield.

‘What is this?’

Why were they fighting too?

Not only the military organizations I had connections with, but even the Main Lineage swordsmen who had regarded me as vermin unleashed fierce fury upon our enemies, their blades descending with righteous wrath.

The Main Lineage swordsmen had always shown me contempt whenever we crossed paths within the clan, so their current actions made no sense.

“Why do you think they’re fighting like that? The reason is simple.”

Rimer glanced back with a smile.

“Because we’re family.”
“Family?”

The word family made even less sense. The warriors of the Main Lineage had always treated me as though I didn’t exist.

“Within the family, we may harbor jealousy and clash with one another, but when facing external enemies, we unite and draw our blades as one. That is what a family is, and that is what Zigheart is.”

Rimer narrowed his eyes as he watched the Gonggeom Unit drive back the White Blood Sect followers.

“Moreover, the White Blood Sect and Eden showed contempt for Zigheart. For swordsmen, honor matters more than life itself. Since the family’s honor—not just their own—has been trampled upon, it’s only natural that they all burn with rage.”

He too clenched his teeth, his anger evident.

“Family….”

I bit my lip as I gazed upon the battlefield. That word, which had sounded so hollow in my past life, now warmed my chest with unexpected tenderness.

“You….”

Burren slowly turned his head. His wavering eyes opened as he spoke.

“Are you… really okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine.”

I nodded.

“Fine? That makes no sense!”

He opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

“Look at yourself! From head to toe, there’s not a single spot without blood! You fool!”

Martha scanned my entire body, her expression twisting in distress.

“Hmm?”

I examined my own body. From channeling Wrath’s power, my blood vessels and skin had ruptured, leaving my entire form drenched in blood.

“Raon….”

Lunan approached, biting her lip. The fierce light in her eyes had vanished, replaced by violet irises brimming with sorrow and rage.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

She wiped away the blood with a handkerchief, continuing to apologize.

“I’m sorry for arriving so late.”
“It’s fine….”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”

As I tried to say it was alright, Dorian crawled forward with tears glistening in his eyes.

“I really, really, really thought I was going to die!”

He struck the fractured ground with his fist, shaking his head wildly.

“Why did you take so long! I even left behind the Continental Pursuit Scent!”
“This place couldn’t be traced at all, so it took time to search for you.”

Rimer shook his head as if ashamed.

“Still, thanks to you, both Raon and you were able to survive.”

He smiled while stroking Dorian’s head.

“You worked hard.”
“Waaahhhhh!”

Dorian began wailing with his face buried in the ground.

I smiled watching Dorian like that.

‘This is how it should be.’

Seeing Dorian display his cowardly and tearful nature, my heart finally felt at ease.

-Yes. That suits him perfectly.

Wrath chuckled as if he knew it all along.

“Gwangpung Unit Commander!”
“I’m so glad to see you again!”
“I’ve missed you so much!”
“You’ve endured so much!”

The Gwangpung Unit maintained their formation as they turned, their faces breaking into genuine smiles of joy.

“I have too.”

Hearing the Gwangpung Unit’s voices, my heart surged with emotion. It was a pleasant, buoyant sensation, as if riding upon clouds themselves.

“So have I.”

I met the gaze of every member of the Gwangpung Unit and nodded.

‘I never thought I would say such things.’

I had never imagined myself telling someone that I missed them. Today felt as though my entire life had transformed.

“Now then, the battle is far from over.”

Rimer clapped his hands lightly.

“Prepare your defenses. Raon and Dorian. We protect the hostages to the very end!”
“Yes!”

The moment the swordsmen refocused on the Gwangpung Formation, three devastating auras erupted from different directions.

Boom!

From the right came the black orc helm, from the center the old man’s palanquin, and from the left the buffalo helm began to move.

‘They’re coming for me.’

I furrowed my brow. They were willing to sacrifice their subordinates just to take me hostage.

“Defensive formation!”
“Defensive formation!”

At Burren’s cry, the Gwangpung Unit swordsmen converged toward the center, raising a formidable blade aura.

“How bothersome.”

Rimer pushed off the ground lightly and advanced, deflecting the blood and combat auras unleashed by the old man in the palanquin and the buffalo-horned helmet.

Claaaang!

The Gwangpung Unit aligned their formation’s center defensively, blocking the blade strike unleashed by the black orc helmet.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The swordsmen staggered under the violent impact, yet not a single one fell.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes.

‘They’ve changed.’

Before, that force would have shattered the formation entirely, yet the swordsmen gritted their teeth and held firm. I could feel that their mental fortitude had become as solid as stone—not merely their physical strength, but their very spirit.

Whoooosh!

As I marveled at this, a sinister aura erupted from behind. I spun around urgently, and from the shadows emerged the Grey-eyed Child Vampire—the child-form blood fiend that had been carrying the White Blood Cult Master’s palanquin.

Screeeech.

It seemed the creature had been lurking in the shadows, watching for an opening while the White Blood Cult disciples and Eden’s spirits fell.

‘This one is dangerous.’

The blood aura burning in its grasp was formidable—a Master-tier power at its peak. Even with a healthy body, defending against such an assault would be difficult.

“Tch!”
“What?!”
“Gah!”

Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen all turned to face the child, their eyes widening in shock.

‘By any means necessary.’

As I tried to lift my sword while enduring a pain that felt like my flesh was being torn apart, a cyan wall materialized before my eyes.

Kyaaang!

The child’s extended hand bounced back, blocked by that wall.

“What, what is this madness!”

He turned to his right, grinding his teeth.

“Merlin!”
“….”

Merlin, who had been sitting motionless like a corpse, slowly rose to her feet. The madness gleaming in her eyes burned far more intensely than before.

“Not Rocta, but Raon.”

She stared at me with eyes wide enough to tear.

“Not Raon, but Rocta.”
“Hm…?”
“It doesn’t matter which. As long as Rocta dwells within you, you are Rocta.”

Merlin muttered that it was right and unleashed her mana. From dozens of magical circles floating in the air, torrents of formidable spells poured down like a downpour.

“That insane woman!”

The blood fiend created a barrier of energy with both hands, but was forced backward by Merlin’s relentless magical assault.

“Uh….”
“R, Raon, young master?”
“What, what is happening? Why is that insane woman….”

Rimer, Roen, and Sheryl stared at Merlin and me with their mouths agape.

“I don’t know either….”

Raon shook his head.

-She’s truly insane.
‘….’

Wrath was right. Merlin was far from ordinarily mad. I had expected her to seek revenge, yet she was protecting instead.

“Merlin! This is not the time for this! We must reverse the situation by any means….”

It was when Geummyeonsa, who led Eden, was about to issue orders to Merlin. A tremendous bolt of lightning descended from the turbulent sky.

Kwaaaaaaang!

Accompanied by thunder that pierced heaven and earth, Glen Zigheart, the White Blood Cult Master, and Tacheon descended to the ground simultaneously.

Kugugugugu!

The three stood before the armies of Zigheart, the White Blood Sect, and Eden respectively, radiating a transcendent aura.

Raon’s jaw trembled as he looked at Glen Zigheart.

‘This is not good.’

Glen Zigheart’s uniform was torn in places, and black blood flowed from wounds on his shoulders, waist, and back.
Even for the Northern Destruction King, facing both the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon simultaneously seemed to have been too much.

“Huh…?”

Martha suddenly dropped the sword she held and collapsed to her knees.

“Martha?”
“Now let us end this.”

As I moved toward Martha, the White Blood Cult Master brought both hands forward. A spell traced across her crimson lips, igniting a magnificent white radiance.

Goooooooo!

Behind her, the form of a goddess rises. A deity with forty-four arms, three eyes, and snow-white skin slowly opens her gaze. Crimson blood flows from each differently colored iris.

Demonic Blood Devouring Guanyin. The emergence of a monstrosity known as the Blood God.

Kwaaaaaaah!

Tacheon simultaneously shattered the white and black orbs he held in his grasp. Eight wings sprouted from his back. The wings on his right were composed of white feathers like an angel’s, while those on his left were pitch-black and honed to razor sharpness like a demon’s.

Uuuuuung!

A magnificent halo bloomed behind the wings. The sun and moon. Yin and yang stood with him.

Kugugugugu!

The aura unleashed by the two absolutes caused humans to cough blood and collapse. A terrifying wave of energy. Even the Masters could not stand properly.

“Kugh!”

Raon knelt with his jaw trembling. I could not lift my eyes or draw breath. My entire body felt as though it lay beneath a colossal hammer.

“Kugh!”
“Ugh….”
“Th-this!”

The others too could not remain on their feet. Their breathing choked and ragged, they fell to their knees, their foreheads striking the ground.

‘How… how can I possibly stop that…’

I could not fathom how to withstand the assault of these two absolutes—it seemed as though they could topple the very heavens. Even Glen seemed unable to overcome their combined might.

“Raise your head.”

Glen stepped forward. A warm aura blossomed beneath his feet, dispersing the oppressive energy waves of the White Blood Cult Master and Tacheon that had been crushing our spirits.

“A swordsman must gaze not upon the earth, but upon the heavens.”

The Zigheart swordsmen who heard those words gritted their teeth and rose to their feet. They gazed at Glen with eyes burning with pride. His broad yet reassuring back seemed to say: follow me.

“Good.”

Glen smiled faintly as he raised the True Heavenly Sword. Lightning blazed along the blade, extending across heaven and earth and casting a crimson radiance.

“Sword Realm Manifestation.”

His final words became a single thread connecting heaven and earth.

“Thousand Swords Boundless Peak.”

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