The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 641

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Chapter 641

The silver demonic blade traced a jagged arc through the air.

Screeeech!

Delphos’s right arm was shredded to ribbons, and a searing chill seeped into his shoulder.

“Gaaahhh….”

Delphos clutched his frozen shoulder, his anguished cry drenched in blood.

“Screaming already? That’s inconvenient.”

I shook my head calmly and approached Delphos. Gripping the divine blade in reverse, I brought it down in a vicious strike.

Splortch!

Delphos’s left leg was torn away, engulfed in searing flames.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

Delphos writhed like a worm, crawling across the ground.

“This is only the beginning.”

I smiled coldly, tapping Delphos’s body repeatedly with my fingertips.

“Y-you bastard. What are you doing to me… Hck! Ahhhhh!”

Veins bulged grotesquely across Delphos’s face. Consumed by unbearable agony, he trembled violently, unable even to scream.

-Wait, you didn’t use that torture method through the aura dwelling in that blade, did you?
‘That’s right.’
-Vicious, but it suits him perfectly.
‘A wretch like him isn’t worth simply killing.’

I employed both the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword to conduct torture through heat and cold.
Delphos must be experiencing pain so intense that he would welcome death.

“Ugh….”

Delphos’s lips split open, blood trickling down. His eyes twisted in agony—a face that screamed for mercy through death.

Thwack!

I struck Delphos’s chest with my palm, knocking the Rage Worm nestled within his heart unconscious.
I sealed his throat to prevent any sound from escaping, then twisted his mouth into a grimace.

“You’re still as cowardly as ever, Delphos.”
“Wh…?”

Delphos’s eyes widened in agony. He was utterly shocked that I knew his name.

“H-how do you know my name….”
“Where is your master?”

Even though I’d rendered the Rage Worm unconscious, the moment I spoke Derus Robert’s name, the brainwashing embedded in his mind might activate. So I referred to him only as his master.

“Master? What nonsense. There’s no such thing!”

Even under torture, Delphos wrinkled his nose as if performing an act.

“You know, that one stuck in the South. He’s not here, is he?”
“Who are you? What exactly are you?!”

At the mention of the South, he trembled violently as if recalling Derus Robert, his voice cracking with terror.

“From that reaction, it seems he really didn’t come. Which makes sense, of course.”

Derus Robert would never enter this tomb, if only to demonstrate his lack of involvement in this affair.

‘That will become your poison.’

Had Derus Robert been present in this tomb, no one here would have survived, and his plan would have succeeded flawlessly.
His insatiable greed for too much at once had ruined everything.

“What are you really…?”
“….”

I shook my head as I watched Delphos’s face, drained of color by pain and terror.

‘He won’t last much longer.’

He’d recalled Derus Robert’s true nature in his mind, so he likely wouldn’t endure much longer before his brain was destroyed. There was something I needed to know before that happened.

“Your master’s goal is war, isn’t it?”
“W-what are you talking about? Starting a war…?”

Delphos’s expression became as if possessed by a ghost. The psychological shock seemed greater than the physical agony.

“Why does he want to start a war?”
“Ugh….”
“You don’t know, then.”

I laughed coldly. Derus Robert was cautious enough that he didn’t share all his plans even with his direct subordinates.
It would have been strange if this man knew the reason behind the war.

‘This is enough.’

My suspicion that Derus Robert desired war had become certainty. Knowing his objective meant I could predict his movements—a tremendous gain.

“You, someone like you couldn’t possibly know him! Everyone who knew is dead! Who the hell are you!”

Despite the excruciating pain, Delphos screamed.

“I’ll send your master to hell too. Ask him there.”
“Y-you’re insane. You don’t understand. What kind of person he really is….”
“No. I know well. Better than anyone.”

I chuckled and sealed Delphos’s mouth. I stood up with Koman’s sword and Barfil’s staff embedded before his eyes.

“Beg for forgiveness until you die. No—beg even after death.”

With a cold smile, I destroyed all the mana circuits throughout Delphos’s body. Stray heat and cold, unmoored from their paths, burrowed into his flesh, beginning to annihilate both his body and mind.

“Grraaahhh….”

Delphos stifled his cries, yet groans still escaped his lips. His eyes had rolled back from the relentless agony, yet he remained conscious—trapped in an endless cycle of torment.

“Still, forgiveness is not an option.”

I rose to my feet. I offered a brief bow toward Kuzan’s blade and Barfil’s staff, both trembling faintly from Delphos’s convulsions.

‘Thank you. May you find peace.’

After offering a short prayer for them both, I turned away.

“Squawk squawk.”

I gestured toward Kaiyan, the Phoenix who had incinerated all the monsters.

“Come here.”
[Screech, squawk?]

Kaiyan startled and spread his wings wide.

[Squawk squawk? Did you just call me squawk squawk?]
“Who else would it be?”
[Why am I squawk squawk?!]
“Because that’s what you sound like.”
[I clearly told you my name was Kaiyan….]
“Never mind the name. There’s still someone hiding in this tomb. Find their location for me. If you touch them, they might escape. Just scout the area.”

A sorcerer who had supported Delphos remained concealed somewhere within the tomb. I needed to eliminate them to end this completely.

[Squawk! I am a magnificent Phoenix! I won’t follow human commands….]

Kaiyan turned his head to refuse, only to lock eyes with the tortured Delphos.
The moment the Phoenix witnessed the human’s eyes filled with blood vessels, he nodded without hesitation.

[R-Right away!]

Kaiyan shrunk to the size of a chick—as he had done some twenty times before—and soared toward the ceiling.

-This is… strange.

Wrath shook his head after witnessing the entire scene.

-The humans the True Demon King has seen were never like this. Why does this world harbor someone even more formidable than the Demon Lords…?

He closed his eyes, seemingly lost in contemplation about the nature of this race.

“Well then…”

I turned my back on the contemplative Wrath and walked away.

“Let’s bring this tedious war to an end.”

I left the Demonic Sword embedded beside Delphos while concealing my presence entirely.
Treading upon the Taewhachilbo, renowned for its unparalleled concealment, I stepped into the battlefield where the clash of blades still echoed.

“Fool! It’s too late to retreat now!”
“Ugh!”

The first thing that caught my eye was the duel between the 6th Apostle and Serena, the Gonggeom Unit Master.
While the 6th Apostle radiated formidable blood energy, Serena’s hands trembled as though death were imminent.
In truth, her abdominal wound was so severe that enduring this long was a feat in itself.

‘I’ll start here.’

Still concealing my presence, I circled behind the 6th Apostle. I erased all killing intent and fury, treating the Divine Sword in my hand like a mere twig as I thrust it playfully into his back.

Splurch!

The Divine Sword’s blade pierced through the 6th Apostle’s abdomen and erupted from the other side, even as his hand descended toward Serena’s head.

“Gahhhhh!”

The 6th Apostle ceased his attack, his shoulders trembling violently. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to look back.

“R-Raon Zigheart! You were clearly over there… Ack!”

The 6th Apostle spat blood upon seeing the Demonic Sword embedded beside Delphos. Only now did he realize his fatal mistake—trusting his own senses.

“Ugh!”

Serena snapped out of her shock and quickly raised the sword she’d been struggling to hold.

“I’m disappointed I couldn’t finish you alone….”
“C-coward!”
“If you don’t like it, maybe you should’ve trained your juniors better.”

She clenched her teeth and brought the sword down from above. The thick blade cleaved the 6th Apostle’s head clean in two. Transparent blood sprayed in all directions.

“Grrgh….”

Despite his head being split open, the 6th Apostle—true to his status as a high-ranking Blood Ghost—began condensing his blood energy to regenerate.

“Truly insect-like creatures.”

I drove the Divine Sword into the 6th Apostle’s heart, my brow furrowed. Golden flames consumed not just his blood energy, but his very soul.

“A-Apostle, sir!”
“No….”

The White Blood Cult’s Blood Ghosts screamed, clutching their heads the moment the 6th Apostle fell.

“Now’s our chance! Kill them all!”

Martha’s eyes blazed with fury as she unleashed her rampage. The Gwangpung Corps followed her lead, driving the Blood Ghosts back.

“Hah….”

Serena’s lips trembled as she collapsed. She’d lost so much blood that her complexion had turned deathly pale.

“Is that madman dead?”
“Not yet, but he will be soon.”

She’d been so focused on holding back the 6th Apostle that she hadn’t even realized my battle had ended. Her endurance and mental fortitude seemed to surpass even mine.

“Then I’ll rest a bit….”

Serena smiled faintly and tilted to the right.

Raon gently lowered Serena to the ground, cradling her shoulders. He filled her abdomen with sacred power drawn from the darkness, then turned his attention back to the battlefield.

Crash!

Between Rimer and the Gwimma Swordmaster, a comet-like stream of light erupted. Their sword strikes were so swift that only the trails of aura scattered in their wake.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Rimer, who moved as though his arm had never been severed.

‘Has he mastered the prosthetic arm?’

Before entering this tomb, Rimer hadn’t wielded the prosthetic perfectly.
Since it wasn’t a real arm, there had been an awkwardness to his movements—but now, not a trace of that remained.

“Damn it!”

Meanwhile, the Gwimma Swordmaster’s hands grew increasingly unsteady as he registered what had befallen Delphos and the 6th Apostle.
He had realized he was the only one left.

“Your fatal flaw is greed.”

I watched the Gwimma Swordmaster and swung the Divine Sword lightly. The flames of the blade dimmed as if exhausted.

“You were never worthy of consuming the Sword Saint’s martial arts.”
“Shut your mouth!”

The moment the Gwimma Swordmaster’s blade clashed with Rimer’s, he spun his body sharply. Using the impact to amplify his speed, he charged at me with movements that transcended the very concept of swiftness.

‘He took the bait.’

He believed my Sword Realm had ended and launched his ambush, but it was merely a performance. Desperation tightened the Gwimma Swordmaster’s grip on survival.

Ring!

I smiled coldly and adjusted my grip on the Divine Sword. The flames that had dwindled suddenly surged upward like a dragon ascending through oil.

Roar!

Petals of fire danced and bloomed from the blade’s edge. Flower of Flame—the eternal petals that endured through all seasons rose up, blocking the Gwimma Swordmaster’s path.

“W-what?!”

The Gwimma Swordmaster bounced backward like a ball striking a wall, his body recoiling violently. His arms and legs flushed crimson as if scorched by flame.

“Ugh….”

He tried to regain his footing by pushing off the empty air, but it was futile.
Rimer stood behind him, his eyes gleaming with an eerie, sinister light.

“W-wait!”
“Do you have money?”
“Huh? M-money?”
“If not, get lost.”

Rimer brought his blade down with finality. The sword gripped in his prosthetic hand sang a solemn note as it carved across the Gwimma Swordmaster’s throat.

Splurt!

The Gwimma Swordmaster’s eyes widened in disbelief as he sank into a pool of his own blood.

“Damn, I’m exhausted.”

Rimer sighed and collapsed to his knees, his Sword Realm slowly dissipating around him.

“Why is everything so draining when I’m with you?! Even the Head of House wasn’t this demanding!”
“You’ve worked hard.”

Raon smiled faintly and bowed his head.

“The G-Gwimma Swordmaster is dead….”
“Impossible!”
“This can’t be real!”

The Sword Ghosts of the Holy Sword Association stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief at the Gwimma Swordmaster’s death.

“The enemy commander has fallen! Now is the time to end this!”

Burren surged forward with a cutting wind, plunging into the Gwimma Sword Squad. The Gwangpung Corps and Gonggeom Unit poured every ounce of their remaining strength into the final push toward victory.

“Raon… Organization Master.”

Lunan approached from the side and nodded. His face was gaunt from the exhaustion of defending both the Gwangpung Corps and the Gonggeom Unit more than anyone else.

“Is it… all over?”
“No.”

I shook my head as I watched Kaiyan descending with flapping motions like a chicken.

“There’s still one final task remaining.”

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“A… a monster….”

The Sabi Commander dropped the crystal sphere he’d been holding. Despite the glass shattering, he seemed unable to feel anything—only his hands trembled.

‘That’s an uncontrollable monster!’

Raon Zigheart had crushed countless traps that Delphos and I had prepared, and in the end, he’d even destroyed the very plan that Derus himself had devised.

Destroying everything and even killing Delphos—Raon Zigheart seemed like a being that had transcended human limitations.

At this moment, Raon was far more terrifying than Derus.

‘I have to escape.’

As quickly as possible!

All the monsters were dead, the barrier was beyond control, and there were no remaining personnel or traps left.
All I could do now was ascend to the surface and report what I’d discovered in this place.

‘Damn it!’

Raon Zigheart might even find this location. I had to finish everything as quickly as possible and escape this place.

The Sabi Commander’s trembling hands gathered the documents. He had even memorized incantations to erase all traces of himself and prepared to ascend.

‘If I use the device, I can escape to the surface within an hour… huh?’

The Sabi Commander stopped mid-step as he walked toward the device that would take him to the surface.
He trembled as he gazed at the blade protruding from his abdomen and the blood cascading down.

“What… what…?”
“So you were that sorcerer.”

Raon Zigheart. His chilling voice resonated in my ears alongside the blood dripping to the floor.

“H-how…?”
[Shrieeeek!]

The small Phoenix perched on Raon’s shoulder fluttered its wings.

[No one can hide before me!]
“D-damn…!”

That Phoenix must have been the one who found his location. The creature was remarkably intelligent.

“You know even less than that one.”

Raon let out a scoff and shook the blade embedded in his abdomen.

“W-wait! I…!”
“Just die.”
“Kugh…!”

He drew the blade upward without hesitation. The Sabi Commander’s body split in half as it collapsed to the floor.

“Hmm…!”

Raon collected the documents the Sabi Commander had been holding and surveyed the surroundings.

“Is this the Control Room?”

Mysterious mechanical devices and crystal spheres filled the space. It appeared they had controlled the Monsters and traps from within this chamber.

Raon didn’t just search through the Sabi Commander’s documents—he ransacked the entire Control Room.
While it was filled with information about the Facility’s structure, explanations, and analyses of the warriors, there wasn’t a single character of information about Derus Robert.

“Still as meticulous as ever. But…”

Raon tossed the documents aside and curled his lips into a smirk.

“This time, I’m going to be furious.”

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After confirming the Control Room, Raon descended back to the 5th Floor Common Area. The cleanup here was complete—not a single surviving member of Oma remained.

“You’re late!”

Martha wrinkled her nose as she looked at him.

“I had to search for something.”

He stopped before handing over the documents he’d brought. The Sword Saint, still frozen in the exact posture from when the martial texts burned, caught his eye.

“Is he still in that state?”
“There’s no response whatsoever.”

Burren shook his head, saying he’d checked several things but the Sword Saint wouldn’t move.

“Not even breathing.”

Martha stood beside the Sword Saint and clicked her tongue.

“Sigh…”

Raon exhaled softly as he gazed into the Sword Saint’s frozen eyes.
With his core shattered, he seemed unable to move his body at all.
The Sword Saint was now nothing more than an empty corpse.

“Then it’s best to send him off quickly.”

I made up my mind and approached the Sword Saint.

“You are without guilt.”

The Sword Saint had only tried to do what was right. All of this calamity was Derus Robert’s sin.

I summoned Manhwagong in the palm of my hand. Just as I was about to incinerate the Sword Saint’s corpse, his shoulder trembled faintly.

Cough!

The Sword Saint reached out and grasped my wrist.

“What?”
“There is something I must tell you.”

His eyes, which had been twisted in black and white, returned to their original form and radiated a clear light.

“True heir of Zigheart.”

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