The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 511

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Chapter 511

As Wrath reached out toward the White Blood Cult Master, Rimer stepped forward.

“Ugh….”

Rimer refused to bend his knees despite being crushed by the immense pressure between the transcendents’ auras.

“I have something I wish to ask.”

He stood before Wrath with unwavering composure, a thin trickle of blood running from his lips.

“Listen up.”
“L-listen up?”
“Speak.”

Wrath nodded as if to say he would hear whatever Rimer had to say.

“When you killed Orgos….”
“Orgos?”
“The one you called the master of crude demonic energy. When you killed him, did you perhaps see a young human? Blonde hair and crimson eyes.”

Despite his bewilderment at Wrath’s crude manner of speech, Rimer seized this opportunity to describe Raon’s appearance.

“He carried two blades—a longsword and a shortsword. His clothing was black.”

Sheryl approached Rimer’s side. She eased his burden and added further details about the weapons.
Both of them bore expressions so desperate they seemed willing to beg even a Demon Lord for aid.

-Hmm….

I bit my lip as I watched the desperate light in Rimer’s and Sheryl’s eyes. I wanted to tell them I was alive, to urge them to escape this place without worry, but I couldn’t bring myself to say such words for their sake.

-Wrath.
‘I know.’

Wrath turned his gaze with agonizing slowness, meeting the eyes of Rimer and Sheryl.

“The True Demon King merely disposed of that vermin reeking of demonic energy. There were other humans within the barrier, but I left them untouched.”

He waved his hand dismissively at the two of them and continued speaking.

“They may have fallen into a dimensional rift, or perhaps been hurled elsewhere.”
-Well done.

Wrath delivered his finest performance. It would be strange for a Demon Lord whom even transcendents ignored to show interest in a mere Master-level human.

“Mm, much obliged.”

Rimer and Sheryl nodded to Wrath before withdrawing.

“Something’s off.”

But it didn’t work on the mad hound.

“I smell Raon.”

Merlin had undergone so many transformations that she’d apparently developed a canine’s nose—she circled around Wrath, sniffing incessantly.
I couldn’t discern her method, but she seemed to be tracking by scent.

“He must be nearby somewhere…”
“Mm.”

Wrath’s fingertips trembled as he watched Merlin’s eyes shift from red to pale. He still seemed to fear her obsession.

-Wrath, this isn’t the time for that.
‘Aye, I know.’

Wrath nodded and turned his gaze toward the White Blood Cult Master.

“How much longer will you make us wait?”
“….”

The White Blood Cult Master answered nothing, merely raising both hands. A transparent aura gathered above her palms.
It resembled a beautiful water droplet, yet within it swirled blood energy of an entirely different caliber than before. Shimmering heat waves rippled outward from her form.

“Hmm.”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order didn’t step forward; instead, he took a step back.
He suppressed his formidable aura and drew an intriguing smile like a spectator. I couldn’t fathom what he was thinking.

A deep, resonant roar echoed.

Wrath scattered the essence of frost with his fingertips. Geometric trajectories of cold energy descended to the ground like magical formations, emitting a subtle glow.

A light footstep.

Wrath stepped upon that luminescence and advanced forward. Even facing the White Blood Cult Master and the Holy Sword Master’s Order, he lost none of his dignity.
He lowered both hands and raised his chin as if inviting them to attack as they pleased. They said he displayed the majesty of a king—and in that, he was flawless.

Behind Wrath, I swallowed dryly as I assessed the situation.

—I have to gain something from this.

The White Blood Cult Master’s aura had grown stronger than before, and the Holy Sword Master’s Order was a supreme swordmaster who rivaled Glen Zigheart.
Even if Wrath were pushed back, the engagement would be evenly matched, so I had to learn at least one thing and return.

“Coming to another’s land with such audacity.”

The White Blood Cult Master twisted her lips and spread her hands to shoulder width. The concentrated blood essence formed a blade and rose like a blood sword.

“Pointless chatter.”

Wrath quietly brushed his hands. His will permeated the wind, and the warriors around him—Rimer, Sheryl, Merlin, and others—were pushed backward.
With a light gesture, he forced Grand Masters and transcendents to retreat—a supreme technique.

“Hah….”
“So it wasn’t merely strength?”
“This is a Demon Lord….”

Heekyuk Je, Guisalchang, and Akgeomhu narrowed their eyes as they sensed Wrath’s aura.

“The price for striking my cheek is steep. I’ll end you!”

Sageomma rolled his cold eyes, vowing to repay the debt for being struck twice across the cheek.

“All of you are timid. If you don’t come….”

Wrath’s trembling fingers—shaken by Merlin’s presence—tightened with resolve as he curled his lips into a snarl.

“I shall go myself.”

With those words, Wrath’s form transformed into pure light. His corporeal body materialized directly before Sageomma, and in the same instant he manifested, his hand lashed out.

Shrieeeeek!

The frigid essence of the Demon Realm, blazing like a torch, aimed for Sageomma’s throat.

“Ugh!”

Yet Sageomma was a transcendent who ranked above even Orgos.
He reacted instantly to Wrath’s assault, raising a sword barrier. Pitch-black flames erupted to meet Wrath’s essence.

Crackle-crackle-crackle!

The icy mist coiling around Wrath’s essence froze Sageomma’s aura entirely, and the chill burrowed even into the blade itself.

“What is this?!”

Sageomma retreated urgently, shaking the black flames clinging to his sword’s edge. The dark fire spiraled and converged, trapping Wrath within its vortex.

“Vanish.”

Wrath commanded the black flames converging from all directions as though issuing an absolute decree.

Boom-boom-boom-boom!

The voice imbued with the will of the Demon Lords manifested with tangible form. The flames that Sageomma had raised died down without even singeing a single hem of Wrath’s garment.

“That’s… that doesn’t make any sense…”

Sageomma trembled his chin while reciting word for word what Orgos had said.

“I can’t believe it!”

Black flames erupted from the sword’s edge, confining Wrath as they spawned hundreds of searing beams. Each tongue of fire carried within it a transcendent-level sword technique.
The black flames blazing from the blade confined Wrath, unleashing hundreds of heat rays. Each flame was a sword strike imbued with transcendent powerlessness.

“How crude.”

Wrath let out a scornful laugh and swept his hand as if swatting away flies. A wave of frost bloomed from the back of his hand, spreading in a semicircle like dew clinging to leaves, freezing every last flame of Sageomma’s inferno.

The black flames trapped within the blue ice revealed both beauty and a chilling dread.

Crack, crack, crack!

The frozen flames shattered and crumbled, and Sageomma’s expression was equally mangled by the impact.

Boom!

Wrath moved with swift footwork as white cold energy erupted from the ground. He appeared behind Sageomma and roughly extended his hand, seizing the creature’s arm.

Rip, rip, rip!

Sageomma’s entire arm was torn clean away, spraying crimson blood across the empty air.

“Aaaahhhhh!”
“To grow careless before the True Demon King—you must be desperate to die.”

Wrath discarded Sageomma’s severed arm to the ground, baring his white teeth.

-Ha…

I exhaled sharply.

-So this is how one truly wields cold energy.

I had never even conceived of the idea of freezing flames, yet Wrath was demonstrating it before my eyes. Now I understood why he constantly emphasized the importance of imagery and imagination.

But the battle was far from over, and our enemies were not limited to Sageomma alone.

Whoooosh!

The White Blood Cult Master seized the moment when the frost obscured vision, infiltrating Wrath’s guard and unleashing a blood-forged blade. As her lips moved with rapid precision, the blade multiplied into thousands, ensnaring Wrath in a vortex of steel.
As her lips moved rapidly, the blade multiplied into thousands, swirling around Wrath.

Ding!

A power that transcended Sageomma’s sword technique entirely. The blade of blood qi pierced through even Wrath’s frigid aura, tearing through its interior. It was martial arts and sorcery that demonstrated what a true transcendent truly was.

Whoooooosh!

As the White Blood Cult Master chanted the incantation at high speed once more, the blades of blood qi dancing across the sky poured down toward Wrath.
Simultaneously, she did not move. She was devouring the very space to evade, as if targeting the time gap itself.

“Impressive technique.”

Wrath gazed at the transparent blades descending upon him and drew a composed smile.

“However….”

The moment his hand swept through empty space as if caressing a sphere, fragments of frost gathered and stretched like awakening from slumber.
The blades of frigid qi rose in surging waves, manifesting the same transformations and illusions as the blades of blood qi wielded by the White Blood Cult Master.

Hahahaha!

Cold energy and blood energy collided head-on, and a terrifying roar shook the night sky.

“Ugh…”

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes narrowed at the biting cold and frosty energy that enveloped her, but Wrath examined her with eyes that had not yet lost their composure, pushing off the ground with his left foot.
Space folded horizontally, and the White Blood Cult Master’s flustered eyes were revealed before his grasp.

“Parasite.”

Just as Wrath was about to grab the White Blood Cult Master’s hair, dark as ebony, a sinister aura emerged from the right corner.

“You’re finally here.”

The Holy Sword Union Master, who had been retreating as if to avoid combat, thrust his sword through the explosion.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

There was no time to look back. He quickly summoned his will. As his will and magic synchronized, a massive wall of freezing cold rose from the ground, blocking the Holy Sword Union Master’s sword strike.

Kyaaah!

Yet the Holy Sword Master’s blade cut through the ice wall as though it were merely wrapping around Prediction, unleashing a second strike.

Wrath extended both hands outward. With his left hand, he channeled a pulling force; with his right, a pushing force into his demonic energy.
A wave of frigid power spread outward, dragging the White Blood Cult Master’s body toward him while the Holy Sword Master’s blade was repelled before it could reach him.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

The White Blood Cult Master, as though things were proceeding favorably, extended her blood-infused hand. Her palm, rippling with cold blood energy, thrust toward Wrath’s chest.

Screeeech!

Wrath’s hand traced upward along the outer curve of the crescent. He smoothly deflected the White Blood Cult Master’s assault while wrapping chains of frigid power around her body and soul. Simultaneously, he suppressed the Holy Sword Master’s blade, forcing it to strike the ground.
Instead, he suppressed the Holy Sword Master’s Order’s sword strike and made it hit the ground.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

He repelled the assaults of two transcendents and even launched a counterattack—a display of power that sent shivers down the spine. Yet the White Blood Cult Master and the Holy Sword Master were no ordinary transcendents.

Screeeech!

The White Blood Cult Master ignited flames of blood energy across her entire body, shattering the chains of frost, while the Holy Sword Master repositioned to an angle beyond Wrath’s frigid reach and swung her frost-covered black blade in a wide arc.

Wrath stepped into the gap where the White Blood Cult Master was attempting to solidify her defense, never lowering his guard against the Holy Sword Master.

“Tch!”

In that brief moment, the White Blood Cult Master recovered her breath and extended her leg. It was an extreme kicking technique that penetrated to his chest before he could even inhale.

Crack, crack, crack!

Wrath conjured translucent frost in his grip and seized the White Blood Cult Master’s shin. Blood energy and frigid power collided, erupting in a brilliant spark.

Screeeee-zing!

Within the intense spark that devoured even transcendent flesh, Wrath’s hand extended relentlessly. Just as he reached for the White Blood Cult Master’s throat, the Holy Sword Master thrust her blade forward as though she had been waiting for this moment.

Whooooooom!

Wrath released the White Blood Cult Master’s leg and drew his left hand upward and his right hand downward, forming a gesture as though cradling a sphere. Cyan frost surged in his palms, warping the space around him.

Crack-crack-crack!

Space shattered as the Holy Sword Master’s blade, aimed at Wrath’s heart, pierced empty air, and the White Blood Cult Master’s fist struck the ground.

Wrath hurled a punch toward the White Blood Cult Master’s face from within the warped space.

Boom!

The White Blood Cult Master conjured a shield of blood essence in that instant, but Wrath paid it no mind, extending his fist to strike her skull with brutal force.

“Huh?”

The Holy Sword Master let out a hollow laugh, observing the space where his blade had twisted.

“You certainly possess the strength to bear the title of Demon King.”

He nodded, regarding his blade now radiating bitter cold.

“This accursed demon beast!”

The White Blood Cult Master wiped her bloodstained lips and gnashed her teeth.

Whoooosh!

She brought her hands together, fury blazing through her form.
From the blood-soaked earth rose a tidal wave of pristine white, surging skyward as if to capture starlight itself before crashing down upon Wrath. A fusion of sorcery and mysticism—a power that transformed illusion into reality.

“Split asunder.”

Wrath’s azure eyes radiated an auspicious glow. Standing with hands clasped behind his back before the magnificent wave of blood essence, he spoke with thunder in his voice.

Boom!

As the Demon King’s voice resonated through the world once more, the wave of blood essence the White Blood Cult Master had conjured split apart. A mystical art that imbued intention into voice—the power of Word Magic.

Crack-crack-crack!

The wave of blood essence, unable to even graze Wrath, completely dissolved the forest behind him before dissipating.

“W-what is this…?”

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes widened as if she had never imagined such a situation even in her wildest dreams.

-It happened before too…

I swallowed hard at Wrath’s words, recalling the waves and flames that had split apart moments ago.

‘It is what we call Word Command.’

Wrath explained to me internally what he had just done.

-Word Command?
‘I told you before, it is the art of infusing intention into one’s voice to manifest that will upon reality.’
-Is it like dragon tongue magic?
‘Those lizard creatures do it instinctively, but others must achieve enlightenment first. Ah, but I realize I must finish this quickly.’

He muttered that time was running short and spread his hand open.

“I shall kill you with all my strength…”

The White Blood Cult Master exhaled roughly and brought her hands together. Her lips moved with invisible speed, and a pristine white radiance blazed across the night sky.

From the solemn dawn, a blurred silhouette spread, and the god of the White Blood Cult descended with forty-eight arms and three eyes embedded within. It was the manifestation of Mara Blood God Avalokiteshvara.

As Hyeolshin opened his eyes, crimson blood overflowed from the blood vessels in his pupils and drenched the Battlefield.

That one…

Raon’s eyes widened as he looked at the Blood God.

My arms grew longer!

Previously, when Glen dealt with her, the Blood God’s arms numbered 44, but now there are 46. As expected, she was growing as well.

Whoooosh!

As the White Blood Cult Master’s lips moved at extreme speed, malevolent energy from the Sai Han covered the sky, and weapons from the human world surged up over the forty-six hands of the Mara Blood Divine Avalokiteshvara.

She did not pause, intoning a second incantation. Pure white flames erupted from the forty-six weapons held by the Blood Spirit. It was the secret blood technique of the Mournful Blood Ritual—Bloodfire Guanyin.

“I suppose I should exert myself appropriately as well.”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order lifted the black sword. Over the blade of black steel that had gained life, darkness deeper than night itself burned. From the sword’s edge, melted with shadow, emanated a pressure that stole one’s breath away.

Yet he still seemed to be holding back his true strength.

Kuguguguguguuu!

The White Blood Cult Master’s Blood Spirit Divine Technique and the Holy Sword Master’s Order’s Black Saint Soul Severance extended simultaneously, erasing the battlefield with pitch-black light as if it had never existed from the beginning.
A massive storm surged around them, and a tremendous wave of mana crashed down with such ferocity that retreating would mean being torn apart by the wind itself.

“Hah….”

Wrath exhaled a low breath. Draped in mystery like a cloak, he extended his right hand forward. The Demon Realm’s supreme ruler, who had transcended even transcendence itself, drew a faint smile.

“Pierce through.”

A dazzling light that blinded the eyes rose above the Demon King’s palm.

The Wrath Demon King’s ultimate technique.
Silver Moon Demon Field.

The azure flash shot forth with the incantation, colliding head-on with the White Blood Cult Master’s Blood Spirit Divine Technique and the Holy Sword Master’s Order’s Black Saint Soul Severance.

Kuwaaaaaang!

Blood light, darkness, and azure radiance clashed in a contest of power, igniting a terrifying explosion of mana. It was the very manifestation of godly might—a collision of transcendence that no one in this world could suppress.

Wrath accelerated the force he pushed forward with his will. As the chill of the Silver Moon Demon Field spread wide, attempting to engulf the enemy, the White Blood Cult Master countered by spreading her blood essence outward in equal measure.

‘Now!’

Wrath ignited blue flames in his eyes, compressing the power of the Silver Moon Demon Field into a single point.

Zzzzzzzt!

The essence of frost coalesced in an instant, piercing through the White Blood Cult Master’s Blood Spirit Divine Technique and pushing back the Holy Sword Master’s Order’s Black Saint Soul Severance.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Wrath seized the opening without hesitation, closing the distance to the White Blood Cult Master in an instant. He grasped her throat—now devoid of blood energy—and squeezed with brutal force.

“Gaaahhh!”

The White Blood Cult Master attempted to defend herself by channeling blood energy, but Wrath sealed her resistance with frigid cold while wrenching her neck.

“Stay still.”
“I’m afraid not. Her death doesn’t fit my plans.”

The Holy Sword Union Master’s dark blade descended upon Wrath’s shoulder, arriving without warning.

Clang!

A brilliant blue metallic armor erupted across Wrath’s garments, intercepting the blade.

—Seolhwa’s Demonic Armor!

The azure-hued armor took perfect form, deflecting the Holy Sword Union Master’s strike with flawless precision.

Bzzzzt!

Yet it wouldn’t hold for long. The power coursing through the Holy Sword Union Master’s blade surged exponentially, and cold sweat trickled down Wrath’s forehead.

Crack, crack, crack!

As the demonic armor shattered, Wrath caught the Holy Sword Union Master’s blade with his bare hand. His left hand remained locked around the White Blood Cult Master’s throat.

“Begone….”

The White Blood Cult Master thrust Wrath back with a surge of blood energy, and the Holy Sword Union Master’s dark blade erupted with an ominous radiance.

‘So that’s how it is.’

As Wrath nodded in understanding, a tremendous surge of mana erupted from the heavens above.

Lifting his gaze, an enormous golden dragon eclipsed countless stars, its maw gaping wide open.

Roooooaaarrr!

From the gaping maw emerged a brilliant golden breath. Lightning Breath. The Gold Dragon’s ultimate weapon descended like a thunderbolt from the heavens.

Crack!

In that instant, a sword wreathed in crimson lightning descended from the right sky.
A blade strike that transcended the concept of speed. Thunder that rivaled the dragon’s breath consumed the empty air.

At last.

Wrath released the White Blood Cult Master’s neck as if he had been waiting for this moment, then pressed his palms together in prayer before twisting his left hand in reverse.
The frigid runes he had laid upon the ground from the beginning blazed with brilliant light.

Boom!

The breath, the lightning, the blood aura, and the demonic blade collided, erupting into a storm of light that had never existed in this world.

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