The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 612

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Chapter 612

Jubel swallowed hard as she watched the man blocking Judith’s path.

‘Raon Zigheart?’

Raon Zigheart was currently one of the most renowned warriors on the Continent.
A monster who, even called a saint, had defeated a Grand Master at a young age and hunted Kaibhar. He was someone impossible not to know, even buried in this remote place.

‘The rumors weren’t exaggerated.’

The aura and martial prowess of Raon Zigheart, witnessed firsthand, exceeded imagination. Even though the energy wasn’t directed at me, I couldn’t maintain my composure.

‘And furthermore….’

Jubel’s lips trembled as she lifted her gaze. This should have been a moonless night, yet the moment Raon appeared, both the sun and moon rose simultaneously.

From the sun filling the darkened sky and the radiance pouring from moonlight, a mystery beyond mere martial power emanated.
A chill ran down my spine just from witnessing it from behind—a tremor so profound it was almost unbearable.
Not just me, but all the warriors and assassins present seemed crushed beneath Raon’s presence.

‘Such a man is my sister’s lord….’

One could tell from Judith’s reaction alone. The master she served was this Raon Zigheart.

I couldn’t even imagine how my sister, who had lived as a spy, had met a dragon slayer.

“Sis….”

Jubel stopped mid-call to Judith. Her expression was too complex to describe in words.
Joy, remorse, sorrow, happiness, and gratitude all mingled together, making her eyes appear dark.

“Sister.”
“Jubel.”

Judith grasped the hand of Jubel, who stood frozen in place.

“It’s alright now.”

She held her younger sister’s hand firmly, displaying a smile of relief she hadn’t shown until now.
Despite feeling the murderous intent of the Sran Tribe and the assassins with her entire body, she didn’t seem frightened in the slightest.

“Raon will protect us.”

Judith gazed at Raon’s back with a serene smile. It was the expression of someone who trusted him completely.

“Let’s wait here.”
“….”

Jubel couldn’t say anything. She simply nodded, feeling the warmth transmitted through Judith’s hand.

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-What arrogance!

Wrath grabbed my head and raised his eyebrows.

-Only lords of the Demon Realm like the True Demon King can speak such grandiose words!
‘He called me the Demon Lord of Mockery.’
-The Demon Lord of Mockery, my foot! How dare a mere whelp with blood still wet on his head!
‘He’s really particular, isn’t he.’

I pushed away the struggling Wrath and turned my gaze toward the middle-aged man who appeared to be the Sran Tribal Chief.

“Are you serious about what you just said?”

The Sran Tribal Chief glared at me, grinding his teeth so hard they made a creaking sound.

“You’re really going to face all of these people alone?”
“I am.”

I nodded and stepped forward.

“Under normal circumstances, I would have admired such audacity, but I have no room for such indulgence now!”

The Sran Tribal Chief bit his lip and clenched his fists, blue energy swirling around his entire body.
He appeared to don the form of a human figure made of light—a sorcery known as Divine Descent.

“Subdue that bastard, and slaughter every last one of the assassins!”

He charged forward with savage ferocity, as if reason had abandoned him entirely. The warriors and sorcerers of the Sran Tribe waiting behind him stamped the ground in unison.

Shhhhh!

The assassins showed no sign of retreat, their daggers and throwing blades gleaming with murderous intent as they approached through the shadows.

Ping!

The assassins behind unleashed their throwing blades. The blackened steel became streaks of light, surging forward.

Boom!

I didn’t even look at the blades. Using the spatial pressure born from Sword Realm Incarnation, I crushed the assassins’ projectiles like scraps of paper.

“Hraaah!”

But the Sran Tribal Chief’s assault could not be dismissed so easily. His fist twisted in a peculiar trajectory, aiming for my abdomen.

I thrust my Divine Blade toward the Sran Tribal Chief’s fist, which was generating a wind of force.

Crash!

The Divine Blade and fist collided, producing a thunderous sound as if metal were shattering.

‘Heavy.’

His fist was so weighty it felt as though my hand would be torn from my wrist. Though my martial prowess was sufficient to rival a tribal chief, I had far too much at stake to yield to him.

Ting!

I channeled unwavering resolve into my trembling grip and brought the Divine Blade down.

Whoooosh!

Flames blazing atop the Divine Blade’s edge crashed down like lightning, simultaneously driving back both the Sran Tribal Chief’s fist and his body.

“Huh…”

The Sran Tribal Chief blinked, seemingly unaware that he could be pushed back so easily.

Whoooooosh!

As I traced a semicircle with the Divine Blade, flames bloomed from the sword’s edge, coalescing into a circular shield of fire.

Crash!

The Sran tribespeople unleashed their respective incantations and auras, but the Flame Barrier Shield held firm without the slightest tremor, befitting the most formidable defensive technique.

Zing!

The Assassins seized the opportunity, hurling daggers before charging forward with their bodies.
Dozens of blades descended like a torrential downpour.

Zing!

I raised the Demon Blade that had been tilted. Silver frost bloomed from the sword’s body, spreading like a mirage.

Shatter!

Every descending dagger shattered, and the two Assassins who had charged first were split in half along with the short swords they wielded.

Shatter!

With merely two sword swings, the Sran Tribe and the Assassins stood frozen as if their souls had departed.
Overwhelming—there was no better word to describe the situation.

“Don’t stop!”

The Sran Tribal Chief refused to yield despite being driven back by the flames.
He clenched his fists again and moved forward with his footwork. At his command, the tribespeople charged in, drawing upon their full strength.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The long-erected prayer bead wall shattered into fragments under their relentless assault.

Roaaaar!

The Sran Tribal Chief pivoted on his left foot and extended his right leg forward. An angle of attack sharper than any sword strike carved through the air toward my waist.

‘No killing intent.’

Savage yet disciplined, his martial technique was a well-honed ascending form—yet even in this moment, the tribal chief sought to subdue me rather than end my life. If that was his intent, I could not reveal lethal intent toward him either.
That much was clear.

‘Though I cannot afford to hold back carelessly, either.’

I advanced toward the Sran Tribal Chief, releasing the tension in my grip on the Divine Sword.

Shiiing!

The crimson-stained blade trembled delicately, tracing a dreamlike arc.

Silver Dream Sword—the technique unfolded from Sword Realm Incarnation. Sparks of flame danced brilliantly across the blade’s edge, severing the flow of the Sran Tribal Chief’s mana.

Screeeech!

The azure aura enveloping the Sran Tribal Chief crumbled like dried leaves. The incarnation itself had been dispelled.

“Ah…”

The Sran Tribal Chief’s eyes widened in disbelief that his incarnation had been released against his will.

Kuguguguuu!

The Sran tribespeople unleashed auras and incantations in place of their immobilized chief.
Like a unified tribe, their techniques harmonized and coalesced into a devastating force.

I aimed the Divine Sword at the Sran tribe’s combined techniques bearing down upon me.

Manhwagong Heavenly Flame.
Shadowless Resonance.

The prison of flame that suppressed evil yawned wide, swallowing the condensed aura and sorcery unleashed by the Sran Tribe members.

Kwaaaaaaang!

The aura and sorcery of the Sran Tribe trapped within the inferno detonated, painting dozens of meteoric streaks across the void.

“What, what is that!”
“It’s impossible….”
“How are we supposed to break through that….”

The Sran Tribal Chief and his people trembled as they beheld Raon—not a single strand of hair disturbed.

Shhhhwing!

Yet the assassins seemed devoid of fear and dread, advancing instead with even sharper killing intent.

As I turned my gaze toward the assassins, those spread across both flanks withdrew white papers from their garments—scrolls imbued with magic.

The moment the assassins tore the scrolls, flames erupted from all directions, encircling me and the Sran Tribe in a blazing maelstrom.
The inferno surged higher than the tallest trees, creating a hell of fire from which none could escape.

Uuuuuuung!

Walls of flame stacked upon themselves, drawing a line of fire that stretched to the heavens—a cage-like formation.

“Kugh!”
“Hrrgh….”
“We should have stopped those bastards first….”

As the flames sealed off the sky, even the swordsmen and sorcerers gasped for breath, clutching their chests and falling to their knees.

“A futile effort.”

I, however, raised the Divine Sword with an impassive gaze. Pointing the blade toward the cage-like inferno, the flames that had consumed the surroundings were drawn into my grasp.

‘So it can be used this way as well.’

This was the second effect I gained from receiving power from the Fire Spirit King Ifrit.
Flames weaker than those of Manhwagong could now be manipulated at my will.

Whoooooosh!

The cage of fire that seemed inescapable began to collapse. The wall of flames that had filled my vision vanished without leaving a single spark behind.

“Hah….”
“Th-the flames were sucked into his hand!”
“It was as if he were controlling the flames themselves. Could he have received the blessing of the Fire God?”

The Sran Tribal Chief and his people couldn’t close their gaping mouths at the sight of the sacred Raon, their astonishment beyond words.

“Ugh….”
“Damn it!”
“What in the world is that monster….”

Even the assassins, who feared not even death, trembled as they gripped their daggers, unable to advance any further.

“Since you’re likely not yet satisfied, feel free to come at me more.”

I told them to attack as much as they wished and nodded toward the Sran Tribal Chief.

“Sigh….”

The Sran Tribal Chief stared at me for a long while before exhaling a heavy sigh.

“That’s enough. I know you held back. If you’d been serious, we’d all be dead. Continuing is just a waste of time.”

He shook his head, signaling an end to it. The Sran tribespeople followed their chief’s lead, lowering their weapons and releasing their divine possession.

“Now, say what you came to say.”
“Before that, I have something I need to finish first.”

I turned my gaze toward the assassins. Unlike the Sran Tribe, they showed no sign of giving up.

‘I was trying to take it easy….’

Among them were those who had chosen the path of assassination of their own volition, but there would also be those like Judith’s brother who had become assassins against their will.

I had deliberately killed only those who incited the rebellion with cruelty, but it seemed the matter wouldn’t end unless I took more decisive action.

‘I should demonstrate the difference in power.’

I pointed my Demon Sword at the assassins. Frost surged along the blade’s edge, curving like a crescent moon as it carved a line across the Battlefield.

Crash!

Pure white frost rose over the Battlefield that had been filled with ash and flames.
The terrifying wave of frost froze not only the ground beneath the assassins’ feet but their legs as well, leaving them no time to react.

“Ahhhhh!”
“W-what is this!”
“I didn’t even feel it. What on earth….”

Everyone present widened their eyes at the miraculous technique that had frozen not just the ground but the assassins’ legs in an instant.

After confirming that I had subdued all the assassins, I turned my gaze toward the Sran Tribal Chief.

“Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Raon, Vice Commander of the Gale Unit of Zigheart.”

I bowed my head to the Sran Tribal Chief, whose eyes were still wide open.

“Ahem. I already know that.”

The Sran Tribal Chief nodded with a bewildered expression.

“That spear belongs to my brother—no, the Guild Master. I heard that the Guild Master entrusted it to you.”
“Indeed, that is the case.”
“But that’s not what matters right now. Tell me what misunderstanding led to this situation.”

He nodded as if willing to listen to anything. The fury that had overcome his reason seemed to have subsided.

“Judith.”

At my call, Judith stepped forward while holding her younger sister’s hand.

“You explain. How did this situation come about?”
“Understood.”

Judith nodded and stepped forward.

“We are siblings separated in childhood. I came here knowing my brother was in this place….”

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“Ugh….”

Colin bit his lip as he watched Raon, standing alone, bring the entire war to a halt.

‘Why in the world is that monster here!’

The plan was supposed to be finished.

Thanks to Jubel’s escape, an even more perfect situation had been created, but everything crumbled the moment he appeared.

‘Does this even make sense?’

Holding back the flames alone, blocking both the Sran Tribe and the Assassins—no matter how he thought about it, it was absurd.

‘And….’

He hadn’t even shed much blood.

Among the Assassins, fewer than five were dead, and the Sran Tribe had no casualties at all.
It meant Raon possessed far greater power than what he displayed.

‘If this continues, it’s all over.’

The Sran Tribal Chief was already showing favor toward Raon. If the situation ended like this, Jubel would live, and the Assassins would lose everything—the worst possible outcome.

‘There’s no choice.’

To reverse the situation now, he had no option but to employ the final method.

“You’ve already planted the seeds of fire within the Sran Tribe, haven’t you?”

While the shamans and warriors of the Sran Tribe were all outside the village, I had seized the opportunity to plant incendiary devices throughout the settlement.
Since the village was mostly inhabited by the Old Man and children, the moment those fires ignited, the Sran Tribe would surely descend into madness once more.

“Yes. We’ve received word that the installation is complete.”

The Second Unit Commander nodded calmly.

“Good. Detonate it.”

Colin flicked his finger, signaling the village to be set ablaze.

“Understood.”

As the Second Unit Commander sent the signal, a massive explosion erupted within the Sran Tribe’s village moments later.

Kabooooom!

Flames burst forth in the confined space, engulfing the village in a roaring inferno. A hellscape had been created—one from which no ordinary human could possibly escape alive.

“Wh…?”
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“No!”
“The children are in there!”

Upon hearing Judith’s words, the Sran Tribal Chief and the tribe members screamed and rushed toward the village.

“Perfect. Now… what?”

Colin stared at the flames that soared toward the heavens, his mouth falling open in shock.
A sharp-featured middle-aged man was tearing through the massive inferno, pulling people from within the village to safety.

“Who… who is that!”

Not a member of the Sran Tribe, but a complete stranger had suddenly appeared and was rescuing people. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

“Kill him! Tell them to kill that bastard!”

Colin pointed at the Blue-haired Middle-aged Man and let out a sharp cry.

“What are you doing! I said kill them right now!”

But the Second Unit Commander’s voice never came.

“What are you—”

The moment Colin turned around, the Second Unit Commander’s head fell clean from his shoulders.
What filled the void was a pair of crimson eyes that gleamed brighter than blood itself.

Shhhh.

I lowered my blade, not a single drop of blood upon it, and tilted my head.

“So a rat was hiding in this place.”

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