The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 507

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Chapter 507

I moved toward Camelrun while closing my eyes, processing the weight of what had just transpired.

‘Seven-star cultivators truly are in a different league.’

Once Manhwagong and Glacia reached seven-star, the rate at which their aura replenished doubled compared to before.
Though not at the level of perfect recovery, my aura was restoring itself even as I sprinted forward at full speed.

‘The battle isn’t over yet. Focusing on recovery rather than speed is the right call.’

The Holy Sword Master and the White Blood Cult Master were held back by the leaders of the Divine Continent Five Regions, but their subordinates still numbered many.
I had to remain battle-ready at all times, never knowing when they might catch up.

As I maintained my pace while adapting to my strengthened body and its new characteristics, Wrath suddenly burst forth from the ice flower bracelet.

—Hey.

I could guess why he’d emerged. He undoubtedly wanted ice cream and was about to demand I increase my speed.

—Pick up the pace. Now.
‘Wait a moment. There’s much I need to assess right now.’

As I smiled at his predictable demand, Wrath’s expression hardened without a trace of moisture.

—…Are you just going to pass by? No, things wouldn’t unfold so smoothly. You knew from the start, didn’t you? We’ll meet soon enough.

Wrath gazed up at the darkening night sky, muttering words I couldn’t quite comprehend.

‘Wrath?’
—Exhaust every ounce of power you possess and run. Otherwise, you’ll come to regret it.

He clamped his mouth shut and pointed with his finger toward the direction I needed to go—slightly west of Camelrun.

I nodded heavily, meeting Wrath’s austere gaze.

‘…Understood.’

Wrath often failed to read the atmosphere, but when he grew serious, he became infinitely grave.
If he spoke with such urgency, something had certainly befallen those who had gone ahead.

“Haaah….”

I exhaled sharply, expelling the turbid air from my lungs as I stomped the ground with tremendous force. The heat of Manhwa Palace, now at seven stars, condensed through the mana circuits of my feet and calves, unleashing a terrifying explosive force through my boots.
My vision darkened from the sudden surge in speed.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The aura I had carefully accumulated was depleting rapidly, but I trusted Wrath and continued running in the direction he had indicated.

“Ah….”

Less than a minute into my full-speed sprint, I gazed upward into the empty sky, my lips trembling as I kept them tightly sealed.

“What… what is that?”

Not far away, an enormous demonic aura surged upward. An energy wave that transcended even Grand Master level—a monster that touched the heavens was revealing itself.

‘The Black Tower?’

No existence possessed such demonic power except the Demon Shadow Society and the Black Tower.

The Demon Shadow Society, which had remained hidden for decades, could not have suddenly appeared. This was undoubtedly a demon lord of the Black Tower.

‘A transcendent-level monster of the Black Tower existing in this forest….’

I bit my trembling lip with my canine teeth.

‘It means the Vice Tower Master has come.’

There were only two transcendents in the Black Tower: the Tower Master and the Vice Tower Master. Since the Tower Master had no reason to come here, this had to be Orgos, the Black Tower’s Vice Tower Master who had visited on the day he was supposed to be in Barene.

‘Damn it.’

I narrowed my eyes at Wrath.

‘Now I understand why you told me to hurry.’

Orgos’s immense demonic energy made it difficult to sense clearly, but it was obvious who lay ahead. The Gwangpung Corps, neutral factions, and civilians would be held captive there.

-You felt it too, so you understand. That is something you cannot defeat in your current state. Will you flee?

Wrath’s gaze grew solemn as he met my eyes, as if asking what I would do.

“Flee?”

I laughed coldly, meeting Wrath’s sky-blue eyes.

“After all I’ve cultivated them, I’m supposed to run?”

There was no option for retreat in my mind. Only one thought emerged—devising a plan to save the people held in that place.

Boom!

I left deep footprints in the snow-covered battlefield as I activated Heavenly Transformation and Celestial Steps. There was not a shred of hesitation in my stride as I charged into the vortex of demonic energy.

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Crack!

The martial arts of the transcendents remaining in Barene tore through heaven and earth, and a dark dimension bloomed forth.
Cracks of various colors spread across the city like patches sewn onto tattered cloth, and a tremendous tremor arose as if to collapse the entire metropolis.

The transcendents, who had been narrowing their eyes while regarding one another, turned their gazes northward toward Camelrun almost simultaneously, as if by prior agreement.

“Hmm….”

The Holy Sword Master rolled up the sleeves of his long robe and stroked his beardless chin.

“Revealing oneself so openly. With that level of power, it must be the Black Tower.”

He licked his lips as if he had discovered a new plaything.

“Orgos….”

Heekyuk Je recognized the master of the demonic energy and furrowed his brow. For the first time since the battle began, he revealed genuine emotion.

‘Why is that man here?’

When I observed the celestial secrets regarding today’s events, Orgos had not appeared. The unexpected turn of events made my fingertips tremble.

‘Could it be….’

Raon Zigheart again?

No, I was certain. That man’s existence had twisted the celestial secrets once more.

“If it’s Orgos, then he must be the Vice Master of the Black Tower.”

The Holy Sword Master immediately lost interest upon realizing that the opponent spreading their aura across this distance was not a swordmaster. He lifted his black sword into the air.

“Let them handle it themselves. Let’s begin again.”

He murmured not to dampen the mood and snapped his fingers at Sageomma and Akgeomhu.

Not long after the transcendents sensed the demonic energy, Sheryl and Rimer also noticed the disturbance to the north.

“That direction… could it be….”
“It’s the way the children went.”

Rimer and Sheryl’s swords wavered. Despite facing the Yonghyeon Sword Master, the Apostle, and the Ghost Soul Squad, they could not focus on the battle and kept glancing backward.

“Where are you looking!”
“Now it ends.”

A brown fire dragon surged from the Yonghyeon Sword Master’s blade, and a colorless force ring extended from the Apostle’s technique.
The massive offensive stripped away the surface of the battlefield, and the surrounding buildings crumbled.

Roooaaarrr!

Rimer and Sheryl poured all the energy they possessed into their blades as they faced the approaching overwhelming wave of force.

From Sheryl’s black-and-white sword erupted a flash that cleaved light and darkness asunder, while Rimer’s blade flickered with crimson lightning and the essence of wind.

The two did not meet their concentrated auras head-on. Instead, they wielded flexible sword forms against the surging energy bearing down upon them.
Using the elasticity created by the bending blade, they kicked off the ground in the opposite direction. They gained propulsion by exploiting the enemy’s own force, then fled toward the Castle Wall.

“Heavenly Sword Squad, disperse! Return to the Family Estate with full strength!”

Sheryl scattered the Heavenly Sword Squad—of little use in the current situation—to draw attention before vaulting over the Castle Wall.

“Will we be alright?”

She regarded Rimer with narrowed brows.

“I don’t know. But we have to go.”

Rimer glanced back at the Yonghyeon Sword Master standing motionless, then bit his lip hard.

‘Damn it….’

My heart screams. It demands I turn back immediately, sever that bastard’s head, and avenge those fallen. But now was the time to think of the living, not the dead.
But now was the time to think of the living rather than the dead.

‘I will exact vengeance even if it costs me this life. Wait for me.’

As Rimer accelerated further with his vow, Merlin appeared from the void in a flash of seven-colored light, her mask’s jaw section shattered.

“Raon!”

Merlin wrapped herself in multiple layers of amplification magic and became a beam of light streaking toward Camelrun.

“Damn it!”

The White Blood Cult Master ground her teeth. She swept her ebony-black hair back and burst northward.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Guisalchang pursued on his demonic steed, insisting the fight was not yet finished.

“Hmm….”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order narrowed his eyes as he swept away the black sword’s blade aura.

‘Are they chasing after Raon Zigheart?’

All those who had just departed seemed to be moving to save Raon Zigheart and the Gwangpung Corps.

‘So that vampire is stirring.’

Was he becoming a new vessel?

The Holy Sword Master’s Order lifted the black sword and extended his perception northward. Cloud was not dead, but he was on the verge of becoming a cripple, and Raon was nowhere to be seen. There were many charred corpses nearby—they appeared to have fallen while targeting Raon.

‘He captured Cloud and even eliminated the assassins.’

I found myself intrigued by Raon’s talent and the actions of those who moved to save him.

“Kellin. Take care of Cloud.”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order issued orders to the Ghost Soul Squad before mounting the black sword.

“I’ll just claim one prize and return.”

He gestured lightly and flew northward astride the black sword. A speed that transcended footwork techniques. A terrifying wave of power rippled outward.

“Where are you going!”
“….”

Sageomma cried out, and Akgeomhu bit her lip in silence.

“Sigh….”

Heekyuk Je exhaled deeply, pressing his temples.

‘How long will that damned bastard keep interfering?’

If the situation ended as it was, I could obtain the desired outcome, but it didn’t seem like things would conclude so easily.

‘What should I do?’

If Orgos near Camelrun were to eliminate Raon and the Gwangpung Corps before launching an assault on the Divine Continent Five Regions, it would be catastrophic. However, Valcar and Owen are stationed in that vicinity.
With reinforcements rushing from both locations, being here might actually prove advantageous.

“Let’s go as well.”

Heekyuk Je, having made his decision, gestured to Akgeomhu and Sageomma.

“I need to see how this unfolds firsthand.”

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Dorian leaned his back against the boulder. Without it, he couldn’t remain standing.
Pain had long since ceased to register; only the will to endure remained.

“Haah….”

He forced his head upward. Orgos twisted his jaw sideways in a grotesque manner.
What was already bizarre became terrifying. Those bloodshot white eyes swept across the Gwangpung Corps and fixed upon him at the innermost position.

The realization struck him once more. This was neither human nor monster. A force of nature. An existence beyond what the current Gwangpung Corps could withstand.

Goooooooh!

The moment their eyes met, Dorian found himself lifted effortlessly into the air.

“Dorian!”
“Stop.”
“You bastard!”
“Look at me!”

The Gwangpung Corps surged forward with their blades drawn, attempting to rush Orgos, but demons emerging from the shadows blocked their path.

“Damn it….”

Burren Zigheart gripped his pierced shoulder, grinding his teeth. He was a powerhouse that even a Tower Master couldn’t contend with—a force that the demons themselves couldn’t dismiss.
The thought that everything was finished crept into his mind, but he forcibly shook his head.

Orgos paid no attention to the others as he fixed his gaze upon Dorian.

“If you speak truthfully now, I’ll spare your life. Who are you?”

He twisted his lips with interest toward Dorian, the one who had first spoken Raon’s name.

“I-I already told you. I am Raon Zigheart.”

Despite his complexion turning ashen from the pain, Dorian spoke Raon’s name to the very end.

“I’m glad I didn’t kill you outright.”

As Orgos flicked his index finger, Dorian’s left leg twisted grotesquely.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

Suspended in the air and unable to move his limbs, Dorian could only scream.

“Dorian!”
“You bastard!”
“I’ll kill you!”

Unable to restrain themselves, the Gwangpung Corps charged at the demons blocking their path.
Aura and demonic energy collided, sending sharp sparks cascading across the white battlefield.

Burren Zigheart spat out the blood pooling in his mouth, then turned to look at those behind him.

“Everyone, flee! We’ll buy you time!”

Even in this moment, he called out for the civilians and the martial artists of the Neutral Factions to escape quickly.

“Ah….”
“We want to, but our legs….”
“M-My body won’t move.”

Unlike the Gwangpung Corps, whose hearts were steeled by rage, the civilians and martial artists of the Neutral Factions were frozen in place, their feet rooted to the ground by Orgos’s overwhelming presence.

“Who are you?”

Orgos scoffed at Burren and the Gwangpung Corps before hurling the question at Dorian once more.

“Y-you old fool. Just because your eyes don’t work, does that mean your ears are broken too…?”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he gazed upward into empty space, as if he lacked the strength to even look at Orgos.

“…I am Raon. I am the White Sword Dragon, Raon Zigheart.”
“I see.”

Orgos flicked his fingers lightly. A deafening crack—like a rubber ball bursting—echoed through the air as a blackened hole tore through Dorian’s abdomen.

“Ugh… ugh…”

Dorian could no longer even scream. Blood and saliva spilled from his lips as his body crumpled to the ground.

“Quite the intimate bond, it seems.”

At Orgos’s gesture, the blood flowing from Dorian’s wound ceased.

“That one has carved through quite a few of my subordinates.”

A cold smile crept across his lips.

“Burning you all before his eyes would be rather entertaining.”
“Monster! Look at me! Stop touching the weak one and face me instead!”

Burren stepped forward, striking his chest with his fist.

“The one you should be looking at is—”
“I don’t care for those eyes of yours.”
“What?”

The moment Orgos’s expression hardened, Burren’s right eye exploded outward.

“Aaaaaaaagh!”

Burren fell to his knees, clutching at his bleeding eye socket.

“….”

This time, Lunan Slion stepped forward, forcibly staunching the bleeding that had burst from the ship. In her violet eyes, which held the Seolhwa blade, there was not the slightest trace of fear.

“My turn.”
“No need for complaints. I have no intention of granting you a painless death.”

Orgos didn’t even glance at Lunan Slion as he twisted his fingers.

“Die regretting the connection you forged with Raon Zigheart.”
“Ah….”

Lunan Slion staggered and collapsed to the right. Her right thigh had been torn away thick and deep, as if mauled by a beast’s fangs.

“Graaaaaah!”

After severing the demon’s neck and breaking through the encirclement, Mark Goeten roared and charged toward Orgos. There was no thought of defeat. With only the resolve to protect the others, he rushed forward wielding his broken blade.

“Eyes without fear. I find that displeasing.”

Orgos twisted his lips and flicked his fingers, and blue flames erupted across Mark Goeten’s uniform.

Whoooosh!

The small flames instantly incinerated the Gwangpung Corps uniform and clung to his shoulder. Even as the sound of flesh burning filled the air, Mark Goeten did not retreat.

“You must have heard—Eternal Flame never extinguishes.”

As Orgos shook his head, the flames consuming Mark Goeten’s shoulder suddenly surged, engulfing his arm.

“Ugh….”

Mark Goeten’s steps gradually ceased. Unable to endure the agony any longer, he fell to his knees on the blood-soaked earth.

Orgos gazed down at the Gwangpung Corps, now consumed by despair, and twisted his lips into a smile.

“Yes. That is the look. In the end, human bonds crumble like sandcastles before fear. Raon Zigheart….”

As he paused, the Gwangpung Corps rising slowly reflected in his pale eyes.

Dorian rose to his feet, gripping the sword he’d driven into the earth with his crushed arm, while Burren’s empty eye sockets blazed with an even more intense aura, and Lunan froze the wound on his leg as he lifted his violet eyes.

Mark Goeten, despite his entire body burning with pain and veins bulging across his frame, pushed himself up again and raised his half-severed blade.

They hadn’t cried out the name Raon Zigheart, yet their auras and resolve had taken root far deeper than before.

“Truly….”

Orgos’s brow furrowed for the first time.

“Displeasing creatures.”

He raised his hand, his eyes brimming with murderous intent, as if he’d forgotten his earlier threat to sever Raon’s neck. A spear of flame far more colossal than the fire consuming Mark Goeten’s arm erupted and roared to life.
The inferno blazed with devastating intensity.

“Turn to ash.”

As Orgos hurled the spear of flame toward the Gwangpung Corps, a black dagger streaked toward his temple.

Crack!

The dagger crumpled before reaching Orgos, but his concentration wavered for a moment.

In that fleeting instant when the flame’s trajectory twisted, a wall of silvery-white frost—pristine as sacred light—rose before the Gwangpung Corps.

Whoooosh!

The spear of flame, which incinerated all it touched, failed to pierce the frost wall and dissipated, leaving only blackened ash in its wake.

“This… this wall….”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he beheld the wall of frigid air encircling the Gwangpung Corps. The wall of cold that had saved countless lives within the Arian Family. A technique he could never forget—Raon’s martial art.

“You’ve arrived too late.”

Orgos’s gaze lifted above the wall. A twisted smile bloomed across his lips.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Upon the platinum barrier that even Flame Creation could not melt, a swordsman with crimson light gleaming in his eyes looked down upon him.

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