The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 508

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Chapter 508

I gazed down at Orgos, grinding my teeth together.
From his small, gaunt frame emanated a terrifying aura so intense it raised the hair on my skin. A monster that transcended Grand Master. He was indeed a transcendent-level mage, just as the rumors claimed.

“I wanted to see you.”
“….”

I ignored Orgos’s words and turned away, examining the members of the Gwangpung Corps one by one beneath the silvery aurora.

Not a single member of the Gwangpung Corps was unscathed, but the injuries sustained by Burren, Lunan, and Mark Goeten were particularly severe—verging on catastrophic.
Shoulders, arms, eyes, abdomen, and thighs—not one of them was whole. It was a miracle they were still alive.

But the most critical was Dorian, positioned at the rear. Both his arms and right leg were completely crushed, and a fist-sized hole had been torn through his abdomen. He likely felt no pain anymore. He could die at any moment without it being a surprise.

“Why….”

Dorian shook his head.

“Why did you come….”

His tear-filled eyes lifted, questioning why I hadn’t fled instead of walking into this hell.

“…You foolish bastard.”
“Raon.”
“My lord. I’m… I’m sorry….”

Burren collapsed, spitting blood. Lunan fell backward. Mark Goeten swayed on his feet.

“Would you like to know why your subordinates ended up in such a state?”

Mockery dripped from Orgos’s cold voice.

“When I asked for your location, they proclaimed themselves to be Raon Zigheart.”

He curled his lips upward as he gazed at the fallen Gwangpung Corps.

“Such touching brotherly affection—I would have granted them a painless death if only they had spoken more gently.”
“….”

I exhaled a breath devoid of warmth as I gazed upon the Gwangpung Corps.

‘I suspected as much.’

Observing their expressions and the situation, I had predicted it—these wretches had staked their lives to conceal my location.

-Wallet, Ice Cream Girl, Eye-balls, Talentless bastard….

Wrath looked over Dorian, Lunan Slion, Burren Zigheart, and Mark Goeten in turn, then shrugged his shoulders.

-Right now.

He approached with crimson eyes blazing, extending his hand.

-Surrender your body to me this instant. I will slaughter them all.

Wrath clung to my soul, seething with such fury that even the Ring of Fire’s rotation could barely keep my mind intact. I wanted to surrender myself entirely to that rage.

‘Not now….’

Though I yearned to drown in that tidal wave of anger, I bit my lip and held back. If Wrath possessed me in this state, a rampage would commence, and the Gwangpung Corps would be annihilated.

Moreover, Orgos was a transcendent swordmaster—there was a possibility he could evade Wrath’s assault without reason. Now was the time to regain composure.

Whoooosh!

I first deployed the Silver Aurora in a controlled manner, erasing the crimson flame consuming Mark Goeten’s arm. Channeling Wrath’s technique while my rage burned fierce caused my chest to ache as though it might burst, yet I endured through sheer will.

“Hmm!”

An exclamation of admiration echoed from behind.

“You blocked my crimson flame with that chill? Who taught you that?”

Orgos raised his hand as he spoke. Blue flames kindled atop his fingertips.

“You.”

I turned to face Orgos, whose composure remained infuriatingly intact.

“Once I finish here, I’ll play with you. So keep your mouth shut.”

A bestial growl escaped my throat unbidden. The rage was consuming me bit by bit, but I bit my tongue to regain clarity.

“Why did you come here….”
“…you fool. You could’ve lived alone.”
“I… I’m grateful for everything you’ve done.”
“Raon. Run….”

Dorian, Burren, Mark Goeten, and Lunan’s eyes held not resentment toward me for their deaths, but sorrow—a lament questioning why I had come to this place.

“Don’t worry. I can save you all.”

I drew forth the divine essence that bloomed from the darkness. I had never used it for healing before, but divine essence was divine essence. It would surely work.

Whoooosh!

Colorless radiance spread from my grasp, and the four of them began to show signs of recovery.

“Hah….”

I exhaled in relief. I had braced for the worst, but fortunately the divine essence took effect on their wounds.

However, tending to four people’s wounds simultaneously meant the healing was insufficient, and my divine essence depleted at an alarming rate.

‘I’ll have to accept Wrath’s anger….’
-The True Demon King is a lord of the Demon Realm. No matter what, I cannot replenish divine essence.

Wrath furrowed his brow and shook his head.

‘Then….’

I lifted my head and turned my gaze toward Orgos.

“It seems my gift pleased you.”

Orgos wet his lips with his tongue as he gazed at the four whose breathing had barely been prolonged.

“Unfortunately, this is not the end. After you die, I will erase your family, friends, colleagues—everything. That is what it means to interfere with the Main Tower’s event.”
-What are you doing! Hand over your body at once!

Wrath, too, seemed excited as he shrieked and clung to my shoulder.

‘Keep your mouth shut.’

I glared at Orgos. He seemed to believe he could not escape this place, acting with complete leisure.

‘It might be possible.’

Suppressing my trembling heart, I infused mana into the blue ring on my right hand. Two patterns emerged on the ring that had been bare of any decoration.

‘I’m finally using it.’

This ring was given to me by Chamber, the Grand Mage of Yeongwha, and could either summon one target to this location or transport those here to another place.
Only one of the two functions could be used, and it was a special artifact that would be destroyed immediately upon use.

Ideally, I should summon Glen to this place, but if I did, Dorian, Burren, Lunan, and Mark Goeten would die.
Even if Glen stood at the apex of warriors on the Continent, healing them was a different matter entirely.

‘There is no choice.’

I made my decision quickly and infused mana into the right pattern. I intended to use large-scale teleportation to send all of them to Pedrick at Nenma Castle, but the ring only vibrated without responding.

‘Surely not….’

After returning from the Arian Family, when I asked Glen about this ring, he said it might not work if Chamber’s mana was insufficient. That meant something had happened to Chamber as well.

‘Damn it!’

I clenched my fists so hard they bled.

“Should I give you more time?”

Orgos drifted through the air as he approached. A chilling murderous intent rippled in his distorted white eyes.

‘Wrath. Let’s make a deal. Give me your mana.’
-…I shall accept.

As Wrath nodded, a tremendous surge of mana flooded through my entire mana circuits.
A new wave of wrath surged through my soul, but I paid it no mind. I crammed every ounce of the mana I’d accepted into the ring and unleashed a large-scale teleportation spell.

Yet again, the ring merely vibrated.

“Hmm….”

Orgos’s eyes narrowed as he studied the ring. He’d clearly sensed that something was amiss with it.

‘With the mana I have now, was it impossible to send everyone here—the Gwangpung Corps, the neutral factions, and the civilians—all the way to Zigheart?’

With over seventy people and the considerable distance to Zigheart, it seemed my mana fell short of what was needed to transport them all.

‘Then….’

My mind raced swiftly.

If something had happened to Chamber, sending them to Valcar wouldn’t be wise. Given that Orgos had come from the north, something must have occurred in Camelrun as well. That left only Owen.

‘I can trust that place.’

They had gods who could even reattach severed limbs, so sending them there was the best option.

I gave Burren the Third Prince’s divine token that I’d received before. I activated a large-scale teleportation to the Healing Center in Owen where the royal physicians I’d seen during the Six Emperors tournament were stationed.

Uuuuuung!

This time it worked—a transparent barrier materialized around the Gwangpung Corps, the neutral factions, and the civilians.
It was an Absolute Shield, protecting them before the transfer. Brilliant silver light blazed forth from the geometrically intricate magic circle drawn beneath them.

“A teleportation spell! I won’t let it escape!”

Orgos swiftly spread his hand. Spear flames erupted from his fingertips, shattering the shield that enveloped me in a single blow.

Yet I descended to the ground with an untroubled expression. I’d never intended to leave this place in the first place.

“R-Raon!”
“What in the world are you doing!”
“Hey!”
“Commander!”
“Raon!”

The Gwangpung Corps cried out in anguish, watching Raon alone untouched by the light of the magic circle. Burren, Lunan, and Dorian all lifted their heads, pounding against the barrier.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Raon smiled at them and waved his hand.

“Raon!”

With Lunan’s final cry, the bodies of everyone ensnared by the magic circle vanished.

“A futile gesture.”

Orgos sneered, apparently believing that Raon remained here thanks to his own flames.

“I have an excellent memory. After I kill you, I will burn them all to death. The Main Tower never forgets a grudge.”

Raon closed his eyes, recalling the Gwangpung Corps he had just witnessed.

Lunan had two holes pierced through his abdomen, Burren had lost one eye, and Mark Goeten’s left arm was completely charred away.

Dorian in particular had suffered wounds that might prevent him from ever wielding a sword again.

Filling his mind with that resentment, that fury, that malice, he opened his eyes.

“Do you know why I remained?”

Raon glared at Orgos, his voice grinding like bone being crushed.

“To kill you.”
“Khahahaha!”

Orgos burst into wild laughter, clutching his forehead. His voice cracked from genuine amusement.

“I’ve heard he’s lost his mind, but I never imagined he’d be this insane.”

He wagged his finger as if amused by the situation.

“How do you intend to kill me?”

Orgos chuckled lightly, his jaw shifting with casual confidence.

“You’re placing your faith in those who come to this place? They are strong, certainly. But if I so much as twitch a finger, your neck will fly from your shoulders.”

He flexed his finger with leisurely ease, as though my life already rested in his palm.

“How do I intend to kill you?”

I smiled darkly and drew the Heavenly Sword.

“Like this!”

With my lips pressed tight, I drove the Heavenly Sword through my own abdomen.

-You madman!

Wrath shrieked, his shoulders trembling as he seized them.

Blood cascaded from the blade, pooling across the ground and staining the remaining white snow a deep crimson.

“What are you doing now….”

I ignored Orgos’s question, instead drawing upon my consciousness and weaving together the flow of techniques from the Black Tower I had witnessed before.

Grooooooooh!

The remaining aura swept across the ground. The blood pooled upon the snow gathered like prison bars, trapping everyone within this space.

Uuuuuuuung!

Within the crimson-stained space—different from the Mental World—I opened my eyes.

“This is….”

Orgos squinted at the sky and earth stained crimson.

“You understand, don’t you?”

Raon smiled with a pallid expression.

“I replicated the barrier your subordinates created within the Ice Field.”
“…Why would you do this?”
“So you wouldn’t escape.”
“Are you truly insane?”
“We’ll see who’s mad soon enough.”

With a hollow laugh, I drew the Heavenly Sword. The wound the blade had been sealing tore open, and a savage torrent of blood erupted forth.
A dizzying pain crashed over me, yet I did not activate the Ring of Fire.

‘I must endure this much.’

Compared to what the Gwangpung Corps had suffered, this was nothing.

“Are you attempting suicide? I can kill you or spare you as I wish….”
“Have you ever died?”

I steadied my wavering legs and straightened my posture.

“When you die, you feel it—the sensation of your soul departing from your body.”

In my past life, when Derus severed my neck, I could maintain consciousness for a brief moment and felt as though I was rising from my own body.

That same sensation of my body floating away was approaching me now.

‘A gap in the soul.’

As the world turned white, I activated the Ring of Fire once more and summoned my Mental World.
I tore away a fragment of that space where all my accumulated life resided and created a new domain within the widening chasm between soul and body.

-Raon. What are you even doing….

Without answering, I poured all the wrath touching my soul into the newly formed domain.

‘Preparation to welcome you.’

Wrath said that without touching a body for so long, he would rampage.
To maintain his sanity so he wouldn’t lose sight of Orgos, and to impose a time limit on the descent, the only method was to open the Sword Realm within my body.

I would lose much, and it was a method difficult to use again, but if I let Orgos slip away here, the Gwangpung Corps would be in danger once more. I had to end this here, no matter what.

I gazed at Wrath as the space between body and soul stretched to its limit.

‘You said the Gwangpung Corps are all your subordinates.’
-You….
‘Never let him slip away.’

I drove the Heavenly Sword into the ground and smiled.

“What are you doing!”

Orgos, sensing something ominous, rapidly ignited his flame inferno.
As if all the flames until now had been child’s play, a conflagration that consumed the entire field of vision surged forth from all directions.

‘It’s already too late.’

I murmured with parched lips as I watched Orgos’s approaching flames.

Sword Realm Manifestation.
Demon Lord Descent.

In the moment when cyan flames sought to erase me entirely.

Kuuuung!

The barrier’s ceiling collapsed, and a blue radiance poured down upon my head.

The flame inferno that burned all things melted away like foam before the pillar of light.

Space shattered in long cracks, expelling pitch-black luminescence. Stars stained with shadow rose into being, and a pale yellow moon illuminated the twisted world.

The moment the world tree of frost that froze even breath itself took root, the sharp radiance subsided.

The figure bathed in light was not Raon. Simultaneous yet sacred, dark yet radiant.

A transcendent being who twisted causality itself, bearing within a single form values that could never be reconciled, had manifested.

“Ah….”

Orgos recoiled involuntarily, sickened by the chilling aura emanating from the being with sea-blue hair.
The terror he had only ever inflicted upon others was now etched into his snow-white eyes.

“You… what exactly are you….”

Born in the deepest reaches of the Demon Realm, risen to the highest pinnacle.

Master of the Northern Peak and the Lord of Wrath who had come closest to becoming a Demon God.

The Demon Lord of True Wrath, who alone had erased the legions of Greed, lifted his sky-blue eyes.

No one could speak. No one could move.

As the Lord of Wrath extended his snow-white hand like falling snow, Orgos’s neck twisted and his head was torn from his body.

In the crimson feast of blood, the azure Demon Lord laughed. Beautifully and horrifyingly.

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