The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 509

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Chapter 509

A deep, resonant hum echoed across the landscape.

Merlin was the first to arrive at the hill where Raon, Orgos, and the Black Tower’s forces had vanished.

Ignoring all defensive measures, she focused solely on movement magic, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her eyes, flushed crimson from exertion, swept across the surrounding hill.

‘He’s gone…’

Raon’s presence, which I had felt just moments before, had vanished completely.

‘What happened?’

I knew a large-scale teleportation had been cast here. Based on the mana flow, it resembled the magic of the Grand Mage Chamber, but it was likely Raon who activated it.

However, he had remained here instead of departing with the Gwangpung Corps. I had sensed a crude barrier formed of blood and thought I only needed to break through it, but just moments ago, all traces of the barrier itself had completely disappeared.
I couldn’t comprehend what had transpired.

A crackling surge of energy erupted outward.

Merlin scattered mana in all directions, concentrating on finding a gap in the barrier where Raon and Orgos had entered, but she sensed nothing.

‘This makes no sense.’

Creating a new barrier would be one thing, but perfectly sealing a crudely formed barrier was something I had never heard of, let alone witnessed. Anxiety began to throb in my head.

‘No. Please…’

I wanted to trust Raon, but the opponent was a transcendent being. It was impossible for him to face alone someone I myself couldn’t defeat even if I intervened directly. I had to open the barrier quickly, no matter what.

A sharp crackling sound pierced the air.

Merlin tore her thumb with her fingernail and spilled blood onto the ground. As she attempted to forcibly open the space using blood magic, a wave of overwhelming pressure crashed down, and the White Blood Cult Master materialized before her.

“Merlin…’

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes narrowed to slits as she regarded Merlin.

“Interfering again, are we? Is this Tacheon’s will?”
“Think whatever you like.”

She paused mid-gesture, as if deliberating whether to kill Merlin, then ceased her movement.
Prioritizing finding Raon before others arrived, she scattered transparent blood energy around her surroundings.

Screech.

Merlin bit her lip and tore open the wound on her finger further.

‘I absolutely cannot be caught by that bloodsucking wretch.’

If the White Blood Cult Master took Raon, it wouldn’t end with merely making him an Apostle.
She might dissect him piece by piece to uncover the secrets of his talent, or brainwash him. I had to stop her, even if it cost me my entire lifespan.

‘Better to lose him to the Holy Sword Association than… no. I can’t let anyone have him.’

Merlin prepared diverse magic to fight whoever the enemy might be, continuing her search for Raon’s location.

Whoooosh!

As she was surveying down the hill, an enemy horse carrying Guisalchang galloped through the air as if it were ground, charging toward the White Blood Cult Master.

“If you’ve drawn your spear, you must see it through!”

Guisalchang condensed the fierce energy swirling atop his spear blade into a single point and unleashed it. A terrifying spear strike tore through the night sky with devastating force.

“Begone.”

The White Blood Cult Master furrowed her brow and traced a semicircle with the back of her hand.
Transparent blood energy, shimmering in the moonlight, collided with Guisalchang’s aura, erupting in a massive explosion.

Boom!

The clash of two transcendents’ techniques exploded, and the navy lightning that erupted was swallowed beneath a wave of black aura.
The Holy Sword Master had arrived. Standing leisurely with his hands clasped behind his back atop a black sword, his very presence embodied the epithet—the Dark Night Sword God.

“Hmm….”

The Holy Sword Master released his hands from behind his back, gazing down at the blood-soaked hill.

“They’ve vanished.”

He too seemed unable to sense Raon and Orgos, his eyes narrowing to slits.

Following the Holy Sword Master down to the hill came Rimer and Sheryl. The two examined the empty landscape, their jaws clenched tight.

“Blood from the Gwangpung Corps and the neutral forces….”

Sheryl exhaled roughly, observing the crimson stains spread wider than her field of vision.

“Damn it!”

Rimer kicked at the ground violently. The still-wet blood scattered and drifted upward.

“Huh?”

His eyes, which had been fixed sharply on the ground, widened suddenly.

“This is….”

Rimer plunged his hand into the blood and retrieved a ring split cleanly in half.

“Raon’s ring?”

Sheryl swallowed hard, staring at the ring in Rimer’s palm.

“So that massive spell was spatial displacement after all.”
“He didn’t summon the Head of House—he sent the Gwangpung Corps instead. It must have been to save the wounded….”
“But why didn’t he go with them!”
“Orgos must have needed him to draw attention so the spell wouldn’t be interrupted.”

Both understood the ring’s capabilities and realized what choice Raon had made. The decision, so characteristic of him, weighed heavily on their hearts, and the helplessness of being unable to assist drained the strength from their shoulders.

“Then where did Raon go?”
“It seems the Flame Demon Lord erected a barrier.”

Sheryl swept her gaze across the surroundings, her nose wrinkling in displeasure.

“For something Orgos supposedly unleashed, it felt rather crude.”

Rimer turned to survey the opposite side, shaking his head.

As the two assessed what had transpired since I sent the Gwangpung Corps, Heekyuk Je, Sageomma, and Akgeomhu descended the hillside.
Following them came the Yonghyeon Sword Master and two Apostles.

A low, resonant hum filled the air.

As the principal figures gathered, a profound tension settled over the blood-soaked hill.

“Heekyuk Je.”

The Holy Sword Master’s eyes narrowed as he regarded Heekyuk Je, his lips twisting into a thin line.

“The Black Tower Master has arrived in Camelun. Is this also your handiwork?”
“I’m not certain what you’re referring to.”

Heekyuk Je shrugged with an ambiguous expression.

“Hmm, is that so?”

At the Holy Sword Master’s gesture, the black blade beneath his feet shot skyward.

“Waiting grows tedious. Let us amuse ourselves until Raon Zigheart and Orgos reveal themselves.”
“Wasn’t the purpose to rescue Raon Zigheart?”
“Ideally, yes. But there’s no one here to save. I detest wasting effort on meaningless tasks.”

A crimson aura bloomed within his eyes.

“Let us commence the second round.”

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Crunch!

Wrath crushed Orgos’s skull in his grip, blood and demonic energy coating his palm.

“It has been long since I inhabited a body. I fear I applied excessive force.”

Even as Orgos’s head was torn away, his body remained standing. I curled my lips upward at the sight.

“You endured well.”
“Ugh….”

Azure flames erupted from Orgos’s severed neck as his head slowly regenerated.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Orgos’s head reform where it had been torn away.

‘A regenerative ability.’

The power of a high-ranking Demon Race.

I had not missed Orgos. I had killed him decisively, but he possessed a survival ability that allowed him to endure even the loss of his head.

Squelch.

Sweat poured down Orgos’s back as I approached him, tilting my jaw to one side.

“So a corrupted worm was lurking behind you all.”

In the demonic energy I sensed as Orgos desperately regenerated his neck, I detected Grid’s stench. It seemed Grid’s seed had been the source of such accumulated demonic power.

“Ugh….”

Orgos bit his torn lips and stumbled backward.

“Who… who are you! I have never heard of anyone like you!”

This oppressive aura that crushed both soul and body—I had never felt it even from the Tower Master. To experience such terror, the kind I felt when facing ‘that one,’ from a mere young human was beyond my comprehension.

‘Human?’

Is he even human?

Sky-blue eyes, long hair that shifted colors constantly, and skin so transparent it seemed never to have touched sunlight.
Beneath the noble and elegant visage lay a savage temperament. Before questioning gender, I found myself wondering if this being was human at all.

“W-where is Raon Zigheart…?”
“The True Demon King does not answer questions.”

Wrath lifted his blood-soaked hand with a cold gaze.

“The True Demon King asks them.”

He twisted his hand like turning a doorknob with a sneer. Orgos’s mouth—the one that had posed the question moments before—was torn clean away by those slender fingers.

“Gaaaaahhhhh!”

Orgos clutched at his shattered jaw and fell to his knees. With his mouth destroyed, even his screams emerged as grotesque, distorted sounds.

“You dared lay hands upon my subordinates. It has been far too long since I felt such rage.”

Wrath approached the trembling Orgos, who remained on his knees.

“My treasurer’s limbs were shattered, my eye servant lost his eyes, and the talentless wretch had one arm burned away entirely. And…”

He bared his white teeth, meeting Orgos’s dilating pupils.

“The ice cream girl took a hole through her abdomen. I shall carve all that suffering into your very soul and flesh.”

Wrath flicked his fingers lightly as if pointing at something.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Orgos’s both arms twisted like wrung laundry and tore away.
No special technique was at work—merely his consolidated wrath energy ripping the limbs from their sockets.

“Gaaaaaahhhhhhh!”

With his jaw regenerated, Orgos screamed toward the ceiling of the barrier.

“It is too early to scream.”

Above Wrath’s sky-blue eyes, the shimmering light was a deep azure fury. The suffering of the Gwangpung Corps had been seared into his pupils like a brand.

“Aaaaaaaagh!”

Orgos screamed and staggered backward. Whether pain had overcome fear, blue flames erupted above his regenerated hands.

“Die!”

Two streams of spear-flame transformed into arrows and shot forth. Within those two blazing projectiles hurtling faster than sound lay the full power of a Transcendent.

Wrath neither tensed nor sneered. With the serene gaze of one enjoying an afternoon nap, he casually waved his hand.

Whoosh.

The frost mist blooming from his fingertips froze the approaching spear-flame arrows solid.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The fragments of flame that fell to the ground shattered with a bone-chilling sound.

“What… frozen?”

Orgos’s pupils fluttered like the wings of a terrified butterfly.

‘Is such a thing even possible…?’

These were not mere flames, but spear-flame mastery drawn to its absolute limit. His fastest technique among all his arts, the one with the highest killing power against individuals, had frozen in an instant. He could not believe it.

‘I must flee!’

This was not something he could defeat. A calamity incarnate. He could not stand against it—he had to escape.

Orgos drew up the remaining spear-flame and brought it crashing down upon the floor.

Boom!

A tremendous explosion erupted, yet the frozen floor cracked only the faintest of fissures.

“Wh-what is this…?”
“You still don’t understand your place. Did you truly believe someone like you could break through the True Demon King’s barrier?”

Wrath shook his head, gesturing toward the towering blue World Tree erected behind him.

“Where were we… I can’t quite remember. Let’s start from the beginning.”

Before those words even reached Orgos’s eardrums, both his arms were torn free once more.

“Gaaaaaahhhhh!”
“Such a well-made toy that repairs itself. Not bad at all.”

Wrath bent forward before Orgos. He seized the fleeing figure with formless demonic energy and extended his fingers toward those eyes.

“Now it’s the eyes’ turn.”
“Ah, ahhhhhhhhh!”

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It felt like drifting upon the sea.

The heaviness of flesh dissolved away, and the freedom of spirit tickled at my chest.

I furrowed my brow at the thin ringing in my ears and forced open my heavy eyelids.

“Stop, stop! Please, stop!”

The first thing I saw was Orgos. The transcendent being who had inspired terror was now crumpled in a corner, screaming.

Standing before him was Wrath. He wore the form I had witnessed in the Mental World, boring a blackened hole through Orgos’s abdomen.

“You’re finally awake.”

Wrath rolled his eyes backward and clicked his tongue briefly.

“You’re always so slow.”
-Are you talking to me?
“Then who else would be here besides you?”

He spoke without sparing a glance at Orgos ahead or the demons frozen in place behind us.

“Thanks to that sharp mind of yours, I was able to maintain my sanity throughout—except for the beginning.”

Wrath laughed, impressed by his own strategy.

“But next time, think carefully before using it. You’ll lose much more. And it’s not as though you can simply use it whenever you wish.”

I knew that, but revenge had been more important.

“In any case, thanks to you, I was able to repay this vermin for the suffering my True Demon King’s subordinates endured.”

I didn’t need to hear Wrath’s words to know that. Orgos’s eyes were gouged out, his limbs torn away, and five holes pierced through his abdomen.

-Hm?

I narrowed my eyes as I observed Orgos’s body.

‘Regeneration ability?’

Orgos’s mangled flesh began to slowly heal. The torn arms and legs reattached, and flesh filled the holes in his abdomen. It was regenerative power that surpassed even a Troll Lord.

However, his aura had diminished greatly. It appeared he was forcibly replenishing his flesh using demonic energy.

“Do you remember when the True Demon King told you your flower wasn’t real?”
-Flower? Ah….

Wrath had always muttered disapprovingly about the term, saying, “Ah, that’s not how you use that character.”

“I’ll show you what the real one is.”

Wrath spread both hands wide. In resonance with his still-raging fury, sharp shards of crystalline light rose into being.

From within the ice fragments that unfurled like a dream, delicate flower buds bloomed upward.

Moonlit ice flowers bloom in brilliant radiance, scattering their luminescence.

Like flowers of the afterlife blooming magnificently to the very last petal, the blossoms of snow swirled in the wind, becoming thousands, tens of thousands—no, countless fragments that engulfed the Barrier.

The Lord of Wrath’s decisive technique.
Eternal Snow Blossom.

It was nothing like force or force reversal.

Each individual blade of frost carried the will of wrath, unleashing an immeasurable number of slashing cuts.

Sound itself was erased within the blue moonlight.

Everything within the Barrier was drawn into the torrent of slashes before erupting in a magnificent azure radiance.

“Ah… I… I am…”

Orgos’s body melted away upon the quietly settling petals. An alien force that erased the very effect of infinite regeneration itself. The Demon Lords behind him were also completely obliterated without leaving a single drop of blood.

‘This is truly…’

I swallowed dryly. I realized that the form of the flower I had just witnessed was the ultimate pinnacle of the Fire Spirit’s way that I must pursue.

“Flowers must be handled with delicacy, after all.”

Wrath waved his hand lightly. With a transparent hand that seemed to glow with moonlight, he brushed back his bangs without a single strand out of place.

“You crude fool.”

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“Surely not…”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order gazed at Heegyukje, his expression twisting.

“You’re not planning to flee just because the Formation is gone, are you?”
“If a battle breaks out here, the Owen Kingdom will intervene, won’t they?”

Heekyuk Je turned his gaze away from the Holy Sword Master and looked toward Camelun.

“You’re greatly mistaken. If the Silent Sword Master comes, I welcome it. I want to see how much he has progressed.”

The Holy Sword Master seemed like a man obsessed with the blade, showing no concern for consequences.

“So what will you do? Even if you try to flee, I have no intention of letting you go.”
“It is you who are greatly mistaken, Master.”

Heekyuk Je extended his hand toward the empty air. The Formation that had once enveloped Barene’s sky was reforming along the constellations.

“My Formation can be deployed anywhere.”

He could move with the Formation, and since it was obvious the Silent Sword Master would arrive, he had followed them here. Without such insurance, he would never have come.

‘First, complete the Formation. Until another Transcendent arrives… Huh?’

As Heekyuk Je was modifying his plan, a cyan radiance burst forth in the sky where the Formation was taking shape, and space tore open in a long, jagged line.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

A deafening roar erupted as though space itself was shattering, and the Formation’s flow tangled and collapsed.

Heekyuk Je, the Holy Sword Master, the White Blood Cult Master, and all present lifted their pale faces skyward.

High above, so distant that people appeared as mere points, someone with long blue hair was treading upon a solitary star.

Fine wrinkles formed between Heekyuk Je’s brows.

‘What… what is that?’

He could not perceive it clearly. The presence was so immense that proper judgment of what it was proved impossible.
It seemed as though a calamity on the verge of bursting through human flesh was undulating before them.

“Hah…”
“That is…”

Even the Holy Sword Master’s Order couldn’t conceal their disbelief, exhaling sharply. The White Blood Cult Master couldn’t hide the trembling in her eyes.

The Azure Demon Lord gazed down upon humanity’s transcendents and spoke in a low, thunderous voice.

“Open your eyes.”

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