The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 627

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Chapter 627

“Ah….”

Bulandt’s headless corpse collapsed like a dried-out piece of kindling.

“Wh…?”
“Aaaahhh!”
“L-Lord Commander!”
“No, this can’t be….”

The Black Scorpion Bandits screamed and wailed as they stared at Bulandt’s corpse.

“Gwangpung Corps.”

I locked eyes with the Gwangpung Corps waiting behind me.

“Kill them all.”

The bandits here were the dregs of humanity who had massacred innocent people and tried to burn them. They weren’t worth sparing.

“We obey your command.”

The Gwangpung Corps revealed eyes as cold as ice, as if their personalities had transformed from when they were at the 5th Training Ground, and raised their blades toward the Black Scorpion Bandits.

Shwiiing!

The Gwangpung Corps’ blades, honed through countless real battles and perfected as warriors, cut through the bandits’ necks without the slightest hesitation.

“P-Please spare us!”
“We’ll withdraw immediately!”
“S-Stop! Please stop!”

The Black Scorpion Bandits cried out for mercy and fell to their knees, but the Gwangpung Corps’ blades, following my command, did not stop until the last bandit fell.

I stepped over the corpse of the bandit leader whose head had been severed and approached the old man coughing up blood from his abdomen.

‘A vicious wound.’

The injury itself was severe, but the old man’s frail constitution and the excessive bleeding meant that simply pouring holy power into him wouldn’t be enough to heal him.

Still, this old man had refused to yield to the demon cultists’ threats and fought to save the village until the end—a righteous soul I wanted to save.

Whoooosh!

I summoned sacred light blooming from darkness and condensed it in my grasp.
Using the insights gained from dealing with the Sran Tribe, I refined the holy power into the form of needles and thread.

“P-please, Swordmaster!”
“Save the Village Chief, we beg you!”
“Please, we’re begging you!”

Despite their own wounds and injuries, the villagers knelt before me, pleading to save their Village Chief first. It spoke volumes about the kind of person he was.

“I’ll do my best.”

I resonated the Ring of Fire, drawing my concentration to the level I reached when entering the transcendent realm.
I pushed holy power inward, clearing away dead blood and examining the organs, but the blood vessels had ruptured so severely that the bleeding continued beyond what holy power could staunch.

‘Damn it. I need to stop the bleeding first…’

There were far too many torn blood vessels.

Though I’d learned medicine to some degree, this was my first time healing organ damage of this severity, and cold sweat beaded on my forehead.

“Allow me.”

As I furrowed my brow, consuming only holy power, Martha approached from beside me.

“It’s here.”

She placed her hand, sprinkled with holy water, directly into the Village Chief’s abdomen and located the site of the most severe bleeding.

“Connect this blood vessel first. The others can wait for now.”
“Understood.”

Raon nodded and, trusting Martha’s judgment, used a needle and thread refined with holy power to reconnect the Village Chief’s blood vessels.

Just as she had said, once I secured the first vessel, the bleeding diminished significantly, giving me the opportunity to examine the other organs. I used the remaining holy power to seal the wounds and fill in the damaged tissue.

“Ugh….”

The Village Chief’s face, which had been pale as death moments before, gradually began to regain its color. He slowly lifted his eyelids.

“I… I….”
“Village Chief!”
“Ah!”

The villagers rushed toward the Village Chief with tears streaming down their faces.

“Was I not dead?”
“These swordsmen saved you!”
“They appear to be from Zigheart.”
“Is that so….”

Upon hearing the villagers’ words, the Village Chief began to thrash his limbs as if trying to rise.

“You must rest for now.”

I pressed down on the Village Chief’s shoulders and laid him back on the ground.

“Mm….”

The Village Chief’s trembling eyes conveyed gratitude far deeper than any bow could express.

“We… we are truly grateful that you saved our village. I don’t know how to properly thank you.”

He was more grateful for saving the villagers than for saving his own life. He was exactly the kind of person I had imagined.

“We’re not even part of Zigheart….”
“That doesn’t matter.”

As the Village Chief said, this village lay outside Zigheart Territory. But that was no reason to abandon them.

If I turned a blind eye to the innocent dying before my eyes simply because circumstances were urgent, I would be no different from Derus Robert.

“Just to be safe, please stay within Zigheart Territory until this matter is resolved. There’s a village under our protection just north of here, so you shouldn’t have trouble finding your way.”
“I, truly, is this alright? We haven’t done anything for Zigheart.”
“Don’t worry about it.”

I shook my head with a gentle smile.

“Ah, well, I’d like to give you something, but everything burned….”

The Village Chief lifted his head with difficulty. He bit his lip as he gazed at the apple trees reduced to ash.

“Then send me apples later, after you’ve restored the forest.”

I applied medicine to the Village Chief’s abdomen and shook my head.

“That will be enough.”
“Ah….”

The Village Chief seemed taken aback, having never expected I would ask for only apples, and fell silent with wide eyes.

“Dorian.”

I gestured to Dorian, who had finished organizing things behind me.

“Yes!”

Dorian approached and bowed his head.

“Please guide these people to Simon Village.”
“Understood!”

He nodded and carefully carried the Village Chief on his back.

“Gather only the valuable items and follow me!”

Dorian placed the usable items from the burned belongings into his bag and headed north with the villagers.

I watched the villagers following Dorian, then turned around. I approached Martha, who was looking at her own hands, and nodded.

“Thank you. I was able to save them because of you.”
“No, sir.”

Martha lowered her blood-stained hands and shook her head calmly. Even though we were alone, she maintained formal speech, as if keeping her word.

“Have you continued studying medicine?”
“Whenever I had time, I visited the Saint and learned little by little.”

It seemed her words about wanting to heal everyone’s wounds after Orgos’s attack had been genuine—she’d been studying medicine all this time.

“Using hands that once took lives to save them… it’s a peculiar feeling, isn’t it?”

Martha stared at her own hands for a long moment. The corners of her firm mouth seemed to relax ever so slightly.

-Krrgh!

Wrath let out an exclamation as if he’d just devoured a mouthful of beef.

-Indeed, the beef girl! She is worthy of becoming the True Demon King’s subordinate!

He nodded approvingly, pleased with Martha’s spiritual growth.

‘She doesn’t even know you exist.’
-It matters not! A true king merely watches over the growth of his subordinates.

Wrath spoke with kingly dignity for once, his mouth curling upward.

Whoosh!

As I chuckled watching Wrath’s swishing tail, the sound of wind came from behind.

“Organization Master.”

Mark Goeten approached with heavy, buffalo-like strides and bowed. The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen who accompanied him lowered their heads as well.

“According to the Black Market’s information, there were martial artists occupying Kuben Village. We’ve eliminated them all and returned.”
“Good work.”

I nodded at Mark Goeten.

“This side is finished as well.”

This time, Rimer walked down from the northeast, waving his hand as if exhausted.

“Ugh, I don’t understand why such weak ones are so persistent.”
“You’ve worked hard.”

I watched Rimer trudge forward and offered a subtle smile.

‘It’s finally all over.’

The first information I had requested from Deningrose was not the location of the Gwimma Sword Master, but rather the locations of villages that had suffered damage from swordsmen blinded by greed near the Zigheart Territory.

The Gwangpung Corps’ mission was not the Sword Master’s Tomb, but the patrol and protection of the territory, and having witnessed too many ordinary people dying at the hands of swordsmen consumed by treasure fever, I wanted to resolve this problem first.

“We’ve saved five villages so far—is that all of them?”

Burren wiped the blood from his blade and approached my side.

“If the Black Market’s information is accurate, that should be it.”

Martha nodded, her gaze calm and composed.

“….”

Lunan stared at Martha with a mischievous look.

“What! If you have something to say, say it!”

Martha’s brow furrowed as if displeased.

“Thank you for your cold yet warm healing.”

Lunan clasped his hands together toward Martha.

“A kind-hearted rakshasa woman.”
“Shut up! You fool!”

Martha lunged at Lunan as if she had never shown composure in her life.

Screech!

Just as the two were about to collide, a man in a gray robe rose from the shadows on the ground.

“Greetings, Gwangpung Corps Master.”

He bowed with his hand placed over his chest. He was Deningrose’s direct agent, who relayed real-time information from the Black Market.

“Are there any other villages suffering damage?”
“No. The warriors followed the Gwimma Sword Master westward, so no further incidents have occurred in any villages.”

The agent nodded, saying everything had been resolved thanks to the Gwangpung Corps.

Raon turned around. He gestured with his chin while observing the Gwangpung Corps, whose eyes gleamed with cool intensity.

“Now the real battle begins. You’re ready, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps responded with a tone neither too high nor too low. After meeting their gaze, which held an appropriate blend of confidence and tension, I nodded.

Raon smiled as he adjusted the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword. Sensing the murderous intent and desire flowing from the west, he tightened his grip, his expression hardening.

“Guide us to where the Gwimma Sword Master is.”

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Raon and the Gwangpung Corps followed the Black Market agent westward.

When they arrived at a strange terrain where forest and desert intermingled, beyond the Zigheart and Valcar territories, their vision was filled with a wall of humanity.

“There are so many of them.”

Martha furrowed her brow as if exhausted by the crowd.

“Even calling them riffraff, their numbers are overwhelming.”

Burren shook his head, seemingly unaware that so many people had gathered.

“Hmm.”

Lunan Slion yawned briefly, showing little interest.

I narrowed my eyes as I observed those who had stopped before entering deeper into the Desert.

‘Someone is blocking the path.’

Among the warriors and mages watching for opportunities before the Desert, there were no particularly outstanding masters.
The true experts seemed to be concealing their strength, lurking in the corners of the Forest and Desert, their eyes darting about.

‘But on the other hand….’

Those blocking their path were genuine masters.

This crowd wasn’t prevented from entering the Desert due to lack of order—it was because those ahead were actively blocking the way.
Given that they were holding back this many people, they had to be considerably powerful.

“Tsk, tsk. Such greed fills them all.”

Rimer clicked his tongue as he watched the people desperately trying to push inward.

“The most important thing in life is to abandon desire.”

At his murmuring, I and the Gwangpung Corps turned around simultaneously.

-What nonsense is that bastard spouting?
‘No idea.’

Even Wrath revealed vacant eyes as if questioning what absurdity he was uttering.

“Why? It’s the truth!”
“That would’ve been true if the unit commander hadn’t said it.”

Martha shook her head in exasperation.

As I chuckled softly, a middle-aged man wearing a hood descended with a gentle breeze.

“Raon.”
“Listern, is it?”

It was Listern, the Black Market agent who had guided us all the way to the Sran Tribe. I’d heard he was tracking the Gwimma Sword Master, and it seemed he’d followed us here.

“I changed my appearance, yet you recognized me.”

Listern removed his hood and laughed awkwardly.

“Your aura remains the same.”
“Ha, it seems disguising my energy and changing my appearance are meaningless before you, Raon.”

He shook his head and stepped forward.

“There’s no time for pleasantries, so I’ll explain the situation immediately.”

Listern carried himself with the formality of someone belonging to Zigheart rather than the Black Market.

“The ones blocking the path ahead are swordsmen from the Holy Sword Association and demons from the Black Tower.”
“The Black Tower?”
“Yes. Subordinates of Seol Goehu, the Tower Master.”
“So the Holy Sword Association and the Black Tower have joined hands.”

Previously, when the Holy Sword Master attacked the New Rising Powers, the Black Tower had attacked Valcar. It seemed the two maintained an alliance-level relationship still.

“It appears so.”

Listern nodded, agreeing with my assessment.

“Where are the Gwimma Sword Master and Seol Goehu?”
“They’re battling the Zigheart Gonggeom Unit Master and Valcar’s Thunder Steel Barfil deep in the desert. While fighting, they appear to be searching for the Sword Master’s Tomb.”

He explained the situation as if he’d been observing everything in this area.

“Among those blocking the path, the strongest are Lusithen, Vice Master of the Gwimma Sword Squad, and Belurian, Vice Tower Master. Their overwhelming power has prevented anyone from even setting foot in the desert.”

Listern shook his head as he observed the people hesitating because the path was blocked.

“There seem to be quite a few hidden masters lurking about.”
“Yes. However, they appear unwilling to make a move until the tomb is discovered.”

Listern also seemed to notice the presence of eccentric experts concealed throughout the area, smacking his lips thoughtfully.

“What will you do?”

He bowed his head, signaling his willingness to follow whatever Raon decided.

Raon turned to look back. The Gwangpung Corps gazed forward with serene eyes, ready to obey any command.

‘In my past life, I would have hidden like the others.’

Had I remained in my previous existence, I would have concealed myself and waited for an opportunity like everyone else,
but in this life, I had earned the name Raon Zigheart, Master of the Gwangpung Corps. There was no need to hide anymore.

This was the perfect moment to make the newly forged name of the Gwangpung Corps known to all.

“We carve our path through.”

With those words, I moved forward first.

Thud.

The heavy footsteps that pressed down upon the earth and the formidable aura blazing beneath them caused the warriors who had been staring ahead to naturally turn and step aside.

“Ah….”
“What, what is this….”
“Why are they pushing like this!”

The warriors bumped and collided with one another as they opened a path, their expressions suggesting they didn’t even understand why they were retreating.

“Huh? That’s….”
“The Zigheart emblem?”
“Golden hair and red eyes—could it be!”
“That’s right. Ra, Raon Zigheart!”
“The Mad Dog. No, the Gwangpung Corps!”

The warriors recognized Raon and the Gwangpung Corps, swallowed hard, and retreated.
As we crossed over the crowd that had dispersed like a receding tide, a middle-aged swordsman wielding a thin blade and a woman with dark shadows beneath her eyes came into view.

“Hmm?”
“That’s….”

Both of them seemed to notice Raon and the Gwangpung Corps, their eyes narrowing.

“Raon Zigheart. The Dragon Slayer, perhaps.”

Lusithen, the vice-captain of the Gwimma Sword Squad, licked his lips as he gazed at Raon.

“This area is off-limits.”

Belurian narrowed her eyes with tension, loosening her fingers.

“….”

Raon didn’t stop walking, as if ignoring their words.

“Let him be.”

Lusithen waved his hand at Belurian, who was about to charge at Raon.

“I’ve actually been curious about something.”

He tilted his head, a peculiar glint appearing in his eyes.

“Whether that bastard is truly as strong as they say.”
“What are you talking about? He’s the Dragon Slayer!”

Belurian frowned at Lusithen.

“Think about it. When he killed Cloud, Aris Zigheart was there, and when he cut down Kaibhar, that monster was waiting beside him.”
“What? Then….”
“Right. Aris Zigheart handed all the credit to him. How could someone at twenty-one possess such power?”

Lusithen’s lips curved into a sneer, as if he knew Raon’s secret.

“That fool can’t do anything on his own.”
“Indeed….”

Belurian smiled genuinely at Lusithen’s words, as if she trusted them.

“So what do you propose?”

Raon stepped forward before Lusithen and Belurian, coming to a halt.
The rumors circulating lately were indeed true. For the sake of the newly refined Gwangpung Corps, I had to demonstrate my prowess clearly here.

“What do I propose? I’m going to end your baseless rumors right here! If you manage to defeat me, I’ll spread your name even after death!”

Lusithen charged forward, his fierce energy surging as if victory was already assured.
His thin blade gleamed softly as it pierced through space like a lance, rushing toward my throat.

Zing!

Belurian moved in perfect coordination, striking upward from the left with claws wreathed in black energy.

Their combined assault flowed with rough harmony, as if they had fought together countless times before.

I slowly lowered my hand and grasped the hilt of the Heavenly Sword. Drawing the blade with my left foot extended lightly, as if dancing on the wind.

Zing!

The sword strike erupted with azure wind, drawing a crystalline light between Belurian’s demonic energy and Lusithen’s blade.

Crack!

Lusithen’s sword and Belurian’s claws shattered simultaneously, and crimson lines appeared across both their necks.

Thump.

Before they could even exhale, Lusithen and Belurian’s bodies fell.
The Heavenly Sword, having traced an otherworldly elegant arc, descended with a faint luminescence.

“There’s no need to spread rumors.”

I stepped over the two corpses and flicked the blood from the Heavenly Sword.

“Cheap gossip comes from cheap mouths, after all.”

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