The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 401

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Chapter 401

Kuguguugu!

Beneath a sky stained pitch black, an undead legion of terrifying proportions advanced, vast enough to blanket the entire earth. The oppressive aura they radiated was suffocating.

Srrrrk!

I drew the Heavenly Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword, then cast their sheaths to the ground.

The sheaths of the Gwangpung Unit’s blades piled high atop mine. It was a declaration of resolve—that we would all return alive and retrieve our sheaths.

“We will cherish these with great care.”
“Return safely!”
“We will be waiting.”

My pale-faced soldiers embraced the sheaths tenderly.

I nodded to them and stepped beyond the castle gates. I met the advancing undead legion, trampling the earth scorched by the aura of death.

Gooooo.

The Gwangpung Unit followed behind, maintaining the momentum of a single blade.

“Close the gates.”
“Close them!”

As the gates shut, the aura of death grew even more oppressive. I felt the trembling of the swordsmen standing behind the walls.

Uuuuung!

I activated the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong simultaneously, raising the Heavenly Sword high.
The moment the blade pointed downward, massive boulders tumbled down from atop the castle wall.

Kwagwagwagwang!

The boulders cascading down the wall crushed the undead, shattering their formation.

Immediately after, fiery arrows that seemed to erase the night itself rained down from the sky, piercing into the undead hordes. These were arrows that the Gasol had created with all their might in a short span of time.

“Shoot with all your dying strength!”

At Freica’s cry, the Rangers pulled their bowstrings taut with bleeding fingers before releasing them. My chest ached seeing the blood smeared on the arrow fletching.

“Aaaahhhhh!”
“These damned corpses!”

As the arrows fell, the Rangers hurled javelins to open a path ahead of the Gwangpung Unit.

“The support fire is sufficient.”

I raised the Heavenly Sword. The blade gleamed crimson as it ignited flames that banished the darkness.

“Charge!”

I clenched my teeth and kicked off the ground.

“Charge forward!”

The Gwangpung Unit deployed the Great Gwangpung Formation and rushed forward in pursuit. Mark Goeten and Wendy Arian stood beside the Gwangpung Unit, unleashing their auras.

Whoooosh!

I drew the Heavenly Sword wreathed in flames back over my shoulder.

‘In this situation….’

There was a definitive sword technique best suited for slaying enemies lined up in a straight formation.

Manhwagong Hundred Flowers.
Flame Dragon Technique.

The flames brimming across the blade transformed into a tempest, carving a crimson path through the darkness.

Craaaaaash!

No undead remained in the path where the line of flame had passed.
However, there were so many creatures surrounding us that we had to move forward before the path became completely blocked.

“Charge straight ahead!”

I ran across the ground still radiating heat. Behind me, the Gwangpung Unit followed with an iron-willed determination that would not break.

Kwaaaaaaang!

The Gwangpung Unit charged directly behind me, crushing the undead I hadn’t completely eliminated.
The undead burst into black blood under the power of the Gwangpung Formation’s first technique, Green Whirlwind—swift yet stable in execution.

“Duran!”

Wendy Arian dashed to the left. She closed in on the group of Durans before they could charge forward, bringing her blade down with force.
A dull yet weighty aura shattered the skulls of two Durans.

“Death Knights already….”

Mark Goeten held his breath and rushed toward the Death Knight. Before it could summon hellfire, he struck with his blade, cleaving the creature’s body in two with a thunderous blow.

I glanced back over my shoulder.

‘Just as I thought—they’re coming this way.’

The undead no longer advanced toward the Castle Wall. Instead, they turned to encircle the Gwangpung Unit. As I’d anticipated, they seemed to have been waiting for us to emerge.

‘They have strategy too… wait?’

As I considered the enemy’s psychology, a tremendous surge of mana erupted from the right.

‘Liches!’

A Lich and Skeleton Mages commanding a magical unit. They were drawing a massive magic circle, seemingly preparing a combined spell.

Piiaaang!

I stamped my foot hard and hurled the Soul Reaper Sword from my left hand.
The spectral blade, inscribed with the rune of perfection, tore through the magic circle and pierced the Lich’s skull.

Screeeech!

The Lich tried to wrench the Soul Reaper Sword from its temple, but the demonic energy rendered its movements sluggish and ineffective.

Crash!

I seized the opening without hesitation. Channeling the Heavenly Step, I surged forward and shattered the Lich’s body with the Frost Ribbon, reducing it to fragments.
Without its soul orb, it would resurrect eventually—but that would take considerable time.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The Gwangpung Unit pressed onward without pause, their faith in me unwavering as they advanced relentlessly.

Boom!

Martha transformed into a colossal iron hammer, her form blazing with golden radiance as she shattered the undead formations before us.

-Undoubtedly.

Wrath nodded emphatically at the sight.

-The name “Mad Dog” suits him perfectly.
‘Indeed.’

I smiled faintly and followed in their wake.

‘If this mission succeeds, I’m genuinely considering changing my title to “Rabid Hound.”‘

Amused by the thought of how the Gwangpung Unit would react, I dashed forward and unleashed the Frost Ribbon.

Crash, crash, crash, boom!

A massive blade of frost tore through the undead ranks, obliterating their hastily constructed encirclement.

“Keep moving!”

I felt the resolve of the Gwangpung Unit, Mark Goeten, and Wendy Arian pressing forward behind me.
Their unwavering determination to see this war through to its end filled me with purpose as I raced across the Land of Death.

I bit my lip, gazing at the land where even shadows refused to appear.

‘The death aura is intensifying.’

The moment I stepped beyond the castle’s perimeter and entered the Land of Death, the deathly miasma deepened considerably. The auras of the undead approaching from within carried a fundamentally different weight than before.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Spathoi—evolved skeletons known as dragon-fang soldiers—rose from the ground, and Ghoul Lords that summoned zombies and ghouls burst forth alongside them.
Death Knights lurking at a distance seized the opportunity, igniting hellfire in their wake.

Whoooosh!

As the Gwangpung Unit spread the resonance from the ring of fire to shield themselves from the death aura, the Spathoi battalion charged forward.

“Charge!”

The Gwangpung Unit met the Spathoi battalion head-on in a crescent moon formation.

Crash!

For the first time, the Gwangpung Unit’s relentless advance came to a halt.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Wendy Arian and Mark Goeten were blocked by Death Knights surging from both flanks, unable to provide support.

“Hah….”

Raon moved forward, feeling the bitter taste filling his entire mouth.

“They’re not giving me any time to rest at all.”

With the Soul Reaper Sword in his mouth and the Heavenly Sword gripped in both hands, he drew a massive circle as he stepped forward, rotating the blade with the weight of ten thousand pounds behind each footfall.

Flame Sea Without Flaw.
Salt and integrity.

Red lines blooming from the darkness as if dipped in paint stirred up waves of enormous flames.

Roooaaarrr!

The surging Dead Sea erupted in a torrent, incinerating the hordes of undead that surrounded us.

“No time! Move!”

I gestured toward the open passage and quickened my pace. The Gwangpung Unit, Mark Goeten, and Wendy Arian followed close behind, cutting down the undead we hadn’t yet dispatched, but a new wall of the dead materialized before us.

‘This fast?’
-We’ve concentrated all our forces here to capture you.

The undead surged forward at a pace entirely different from our battle at the castle gates. Just as Wrath said, it seemed they’d amassed every undead creature in this direction.

Craaaaaash!

The Gwangpung Unit shifted formation. Concentrating their strength through Martha, they pulverized Spathoi’s bones and pressed forward.

Shhwaaaack!

Mark Goeten and Wendy Arian also carved through Death Knights with dense auras of force, positioning themselves beside the Gwangpung Unit.
Everyone here poured their full strength into sword strikes to lighten my burden.

“Damn it….”

Yet my expression remained grim. I wiped the sweat dripping from my brow and clenched my teeth.

‘This isn’t easy.’

The higher-tier undead appeared reinforced, and with their staggering numbers, the path forward refused to open easily.

It felt as though considerable time had passed since we entered the true Land of Death, yet we’d advanced only a short distance.
Honestly, if this battle continued at this rate, I’d need Wrath’s assistance before we reached the location of the pillar.

“What cursed skull is this hard!”
“They say it’s a dragon-fang spear made from dragon teeth!”
“It won’t even freeze properly….”

Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion clenched their teeth. The defense of the mid-tier undead wreathed in dense death aura was so formidable that only aura-infused blades could sever their bones.
Aura depleted rapidly, and the complexions of the Gwangpung Unit members grew increasingly pale.

Tsk.

I clicked my tongue and brought the Heavenly Sword—infused with the subtle mysteries of the Radiant Sword—crashing down. The ferocious aura carved a path forward, but other undead surged in from the sides.

‘It’s not just these ones.’

More came from behind.

Behind the Spathoi and Skeleton Warriors encircling me, a wall of Ghoul Lords and Durans had been erected.
Specters wheeled overhead, exhaling the breath of death.

Whoooosh!

I scattered flame essence to erase the Specters, then unleashed a sword wave toward the rear.
Even as I eliminated Specters and Spathoi, fresh undead filled their places, obscuring my vision.

“Haa….”

My grip trembled. Whether my mental fortitude had reached its limit or not, my consumption of stamina and aura seemed to accelerate.

“Uuuaaahhh!”
“Die! You damned bone-faced bastards!”
“Enemies of my slumber.”

As frustration clouded my mind, the Gwangpung Unit charged forward.

Kuuuuaaaaang!

A ferocious sword strike erupted, and the undead formation that had just reformed collapsed once more.

Kyaaaang!

The piercing auras of Mark Goeten and Wendy Arian carved a deeper passage for the Gwangpung Unit to advance.
They drove through the opened space, crushing the skulls of the converging undead.

“Huh?”

Crain glanced back with a grin.

“The vice-captain isn’t falling behind, is he?”
“Come on, as if that would happen?”
“Right. He’s the one who told us we didn’t need to sleep for ten days!”

The Gwangpung Unit shrugged their shoulders, as if to say I was already tired for no good reason.

“Those guys….”

I let out a hollow laugh and straightened my back.

‘This is going to be harder.’

Even though I’d rested, it had only been three hours. Even with mental fortitude training, they must have wanted to give up from exhaustion, yet I was truly grateful they were smiling for me.

“I can’t lose.”

I suppressed the pain and ominous feeling emanating from various parts of my body and moved forward ahead of the Gwangpung Unit.

“If I don’t keep you on a leash, who knows where you’ll scatter off to.”

I stood at the front and burst the blade of the Soul Reaper Sword, soaked in resentment.

Kiiiiiii!

A cry of resentment spread through the blood rain, and the movements of the undead gathering around us came to a halt.

Kwaaaaaang!

The Gwangpung Unit and Mark Goeten kicked off the ground as if they’d been waiting and crushed the bones and flesh of the undead.

I and the Gwangpung Unit fought on, unaware of how long we’d been battling or how far we’d come, slashing through the corpses piled before us toward the end of this path.

The Gwangpung Unit, who had been exerting force, grew exhausted and their swords drooped toward the ground. Mark Goeten’s back was bent like an old woman’s, and Wendy Arian was sweating coldly like a patient.

Shwaaaack!

I grasped the surging dantian and extended my inner force, sweeping away the skeleton mages that were hurling magic from afar.

“We’re almost there now!”

I could tell because I’d been here before. We’ve crossed more than half of the Land of Death. The end should be visible soon.

“The pillar should appear any moment now….”

Kiiiiaaaaaaagh!

Just as I was about to give hope to the Gwangpung Unit, a horrific shriek like hundreds of children screaming pierced the air.
I lifted my head to see a Death Knight with glowing green eyes mounted on a spectral horse and a phantom banshee in the form of an old woman diving toward us.

Zzzziiing!

The Death Knight dove straight at me, its eerie green eyes blazing.

My eyes narrowed.

‘That creature… could it be…’

The aura felt familiar. It seemed to be the same Death Knight I’d killed at the end of the Swamp of Death. I thrust my left foot forward and channeled the ferocity of a wild beast into the Heavenly Sword.

Craaaaaash!

The Death Knight’s Flame Hell Sword and my Heavenly Sword collided like lightning, unleashing a violent shockwave.

“Ugh….”

My stomach churned on the verge of internal injury. It was definitely him. The Death Knight had grown stronger and now ignited hellfire.

Kyaaaagh!
Kiiiiaaaaaaah!

The Gwangpung Unit staggered as if they would collapse under the death breath exhaled by the banshee and specters above.

Swoooosh!

Mark Goeten forcefully leaped up and struck the banshee, but was hit by a specter’s attack from behind and slammed to the ground.

“Ugh!”

Wendy was too busy holding back the surging undead to spare any effort to help elsewhere.

“Damn it….”

Raon bit his lip until it bled.

‘There’s no other choice now.’

Defeating this Death Knight with his current stamina and aura was impossible. Even if he won, he would sustain severe injuries and suffer greater losses.

“Arghhhh!”
“Hold on, you bastards! Whatever it takes!”
“We’re almost there….”

Thanks to the determination of Burren, Martha, and Lunan, the Gwangpung Formation somehow held together, but it teetered on the brink of collapse.
If the formation shattered, a massacre would begin immediately. They had reached their limit.

‘Wrath!’
-….

Wrath did not respond, only watching the Right Hill.

‘Hurry! Restore me right now….’

It was as Raon furrowed his brow and called out to Wrath.

Uuuuuuuuung!

A horn’s call pierced through the aura of death from the Right Hill.

“What? What? That horn sound is….”

Dorian was the first to react. He lifted his head, his jaw trembling as he struggled to rise.

“Could it be!”

Raon pushed the Death Knight back with all his strength and turned to look at the Right Hill.
An elderly knight sat atop a pure white horse, standing upon the hilltop.

“A land filled with death.”

Milend, the Lord of Lower Castle, gazed down upon the undead horde with a cool, piercing gaze.

“Still, it doesn’t compare to Lower Castle itself.”

Terian, the Deputy Lord mounted on a black horse, approached from behind with a faint smile. He raised his spear and thrust it toward the gradually brightening sky.

“Assemble!”
“Assemble!”

A majestic roar echoed out, and behind him the Night Fox Knights and Sulgyek Swordsmen raised their silver spears high.

The slender military banner soared skyward as if to pierce the heavens.

“For the benefactor of Lower Castle!”
“Charge!”

Milend lowered his spear and drove his horse forward with a sharp kick.

A thunderous horn blast rang out across the land!

The majestic sound of the war horn echoed as the cavalry charged down the hillside.

A deafening crash erupted!

The charging formation led by Milend was like a spear tempered a thousand times over.
The seemingly impenetrable barrier of undead shattered mercilessly, and a silver path carved through their ranks.

“A young upstart dares command an old man to come?”

Milend passed before me with a faint smile.

“Still as insolent as ever!”
“It’s been a long time, Raon!”
“Your face has grown even more distinguished!”
“Why do you always choose the most difficult battles!”

The knights and swordsmen of the Sulgyek Swordsmen bowed their heads as they swept past. They advanced as if to erase every last undead from existence.

A piercing whistle cut through the air!

Before my awe of Lower Castle could fade, the cry of a hawk echoed from the left.

“I wondered why that monster friend was calling, but there was a reason after all.”
“I have never encountered undead of this magnitude before.”

A familiar voice reached my ears once more.

It was Griere de Owen, the Third Prince of Owen, and Borini Kitten, the Spear Point Sword. Together with the Blue Hawk Knights and Silver Knights they each commanded, they formed their battle lines.

“Return the dead to the land from whence they came.”
“Charge!”

Unlike at Lower Castle, the cavalry stretched in a long formation and surged forward. With their postures lowered and speed heightened, the wall of undead before their lance points tore like paper.

“I wondered when you would use my hand, but you are making excellent use of it indeed.”

The Third Prince approached from the side with a wry smile.

“I will not regard this task as a favor to Raon.”

Borini Kitten followed beside him, shaking his head slightly.

“This is a matter for the Continent, so naturally I must participate.”

With a blade honed to a chilling sharpness, he shattered the left arm of a Death Knight that had been retreating and pressed forward.

As I clenched my burning chest, an enormous wave of heat erupted from the sky.

Kwaaaaaaang!

A tremendous explosion detonated in the center where the undead were densely packed, and the corpses left behind by the two knight orders scattered as ash.

Lifting my gaze, I saw Morel, commander of the Valkar Mage Unit and known as the Flame Serpent, extending his hand.

“I do not know how you managed to roast our reckless Princess.”

He gestured forward with a furrowed brow.

From the hands of the Salamander mages behind him, various flame spells erupted, crushing the remaining undead scattered throughout the battlefield.

Krrrrgh.

Within the cloud of dust conjured by magic, a pair of green eyes flashed. The Death Knight, having concealed itself to recover, lunged forward and thrust its Hellfire Blade toward me.

Crash!

Before I could raise my guard, a figure burst forward. With an exquisite sword stroke, he deflected the Death Knight’s blade and shattered its skull. Even accounting for the surprise, it was devastating power.

“Pathetic.”

The man withdrew his sword from the Death Knight’s shattered skull and turned around. A middle-aged figure with short blonde hair that conveyed a refreshing impression—Trevin Zigheart, commander of the Cheoljeon Unit.

“So you couldn’t overcome mere undead and had to call us?”
“Since the Cheoljeon Unit’s strength was insufficient, I thought I’d help you gain some experience.”

I smiled faintly and shook my head.

“You have a way with words. Cheoljeon Unit!”

Trevin raised his hand.

“These are foes the Gwangpung Unit couldn’t defeat! Crush them all!”
“Yes, sir!”

As he advanced, the Cheoljeon Unit waiting in the rear surged forward.

Boom boom boom!

Though the undead’s morale grew ever stronger, nothing could stand against the Black Iron Sword Formation of the Cheoljeon Unit cutting a path forward under Trevin’s lead.

So they arrived after all.

Before the war began, I had used Dorian’s disposable artifact to request their aid. I had worried there was no guarantee they would arrive, but it seemed everyone had received the message.

I clenched my fists so hard my nails drew blood.

This time was different.

When I was kidnapped, those who came to rescue me were the strength of Zigheart gathered under the name Glen. Now, they were bonds gathered under the name Raon Zigheart.

My strength, my bonds—my chest heaved as if it might burst from the sheer weight of it all.

Kuguguguguuu!

The swordsmen and knights advancing with the dawn cleaved through the Dead Sea, brimming with the aura of death, carving open a golden path.

“The night is over.”

Raon gripped the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword tightly, turning to face the Gwangpung Unit.

“Now it’s time to show them how terrifying daylight can be.”

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