The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 669

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Chapter 669

“Y-Your Majesty!”
“…What are you saying right now?”
“To insult a god, how dare you!”
“Why are his eyes turning black….”

The high priests and kingdom officials trembled as they gazed upon King Baurn’s darkened eyes.

“You don’t seem surprised.”

King Baurn paid no mind to the priests’ widened eyes and offered Raon a gentle smile. Dark demonic energy coiled and rose from his shoulders.

“Did you know from the beginning?”
“I wasn’t certain.”

Raon shook his head, observing the grotesquely twisted pupils of King Baurn.

“After hearing what Hofen said, I only thought it was the most suspicious.”

He gestured toward Hofen, whose eyes glistened with tears as he struggled to accept his father’s transformation.

“What did he say?”

King Baurn stroked his chin with curiosity.

“You were said to be consumed by grief when Lord Baiton died, unable to accomplish anything for a time. It makes no sense that someone who loves his son so deeply would send his youngest to a dangerous mission without proper investigation.”

Raon closed his eyes briefly, then opened them.

“Moreover, rather than relief at your youngest son’s safe return, you only repeated hollow expressions of gratitude toward me.”

King Baurn had not summoned Hofen separately for conversation, nor had he disciplined the intelligence division for their sloppy investigation.
These were actions no father who had lost three sons could ever display.

“Either something more important than your son existed, or you underwent a profound spiritual transformation—or perhaps both.”

Raon continued with conviction.

“Didn’t you send troops all the way to Dibarn Mountain without a thorough investigation precisely to prevent Zigheart from getting involved in this matter?”
“Ha….”

King Baurn lightly tapped his own forehead.

“Precisely correct. You’re reading me completely.”

He nodded at his remaining son with a faint smile. His gaze held an eerie blend of warmth and ruthlessness.

“It seems my impatience—with so little time remaining before the great change—has laid bare my intentions. What a shame. I wanted to see your expression of surprise.”

Baurn nodded without the slightest hesitation, his expression openly acknowledging that he was the orchestrator of this entire affair.

“Ah, Father. You really are….”

Hofen’s hands trembled as though he still couldn’t believe it—or rather, couldn’t accept it.

“Damn it!”

Saint Olga ground her teeth so hard they nearly shattered.

“I didn’t believe it! I didn’t believe it until the very end! Why in the world are you doing this!”

Transparent tears glistened in her eyes, incongruous with her cold gaze.

“W-what is happening here? How is this unfolding?”

Paladin Kinier bit his lip while touching his gauntlet.

“Why are you speaking as though Your Majesty is the culprit!”

He cried out toward King Baurn.

“It seems you two still don’t understand me.”

King Baurn looked at Saint Olga and Kinier in turn, nodding calmly.

“I love our kingdom dearly. It is more precious to me than my own life.”

He raised his finger, pointing toward the kingdom as darkness gradually crept across it.

“But since becoming King, I have learned something. This vast kingdom, contrary to my wishes, is an exceedingly fragile place that can vanish at a single gesture from someone’s hand.”
“What do you mean….”
“My eldest died in the second mission, slain by a demon from the Black Tower. They say he was devoured without leaving even a bone fragment. My second son went out on a holy service mission and was torn to pieces by one of Eden’s Blood Ghosts. Two beloved sons were murdered, yet I could not demand answers. Why?”

King Baurn’s lips curled up in a chilling manner.

“Because God does not desire vengeance. And more importantly, because I cannot exact vengeance! Those monsters from Oma stand before me, and this kingdom is no different from a castle made of paper!”

Blood trickled from his lips—a suffocating darkness.

“I prayed. I swore I would not cry out for vengeance. I would erase my anger. Instead, I prayed countless times that He would not take my children from me again. But….”

A hollow laugh escaped from King Baurn’s darkened lips.

“The priests, the holy knights, and countless innocent citizens fell to the blades of the wicked. And then my third child died in Barene, where you were present. Drained of blood by the White Blood Cult Master herself. I cannot even imagine how much that child suffered. How much anguish they endured.”
“….”

I had witnessed Baiton’s death before my own eyes, so I could say nothing.

“I desired vengeance. The same vengeance—to drain every drop of blood from their bodies. But I could not. God did not desire it, and I lacked the power to achieve it. Only then did I understand.”

King Baurn gazed at the increasingly dimming sky and laughed.

“Ah! There is no god in this world. What I begged for, what I prayed to, was nothing but a worthless bastard!”
“Ah, Father….”

Hofen’s lips trembled as he heard Baurn’s twisted laughter.

“Your Majesty….”

Kinier clenched his teeth as if still unable to believe what he was hearing.

“So when the darkness drew near, I took its hand. Unlike that deaf god, it answered my questions directly.”

Baurn clasped his hands together. From his palms, where light had once gathered, pitch-black darkness bloomed forth.

“You’re the one who’s deaf!”

Saint Olga stood before King Baurn and cried out in anguish.

“I. We protected you with such devotion, and you….”

Her gaze fixed upon King Baurn not with malice, but with the anguished eyes of one betrayed.

“Saint. Or rather, Olga.”

Baurn smiled at the Saint, his expression radiating a holiness that seemed to crumble away.

“You are the most noble person in this kingdom. But you are far too virtuous.”
“Silence!”
“I shall slay any foolish god who calls upon people like you so readily. Soon… hm?”

He nodded calmly before coming to an abrupt halt.

“What is this?”

King Baurn’s eyes narrowed as he observed the demonic energy that had been surging against the barrier of holy power suddenly cease its advance.

“I was certain I had eliminated all the sacred relics and holy water?”

He ran his fingertips together, bewildered as to why the demonic energy had stopped.

“I prepared for it.”

I gestured toward the base of the tower—the Paladins wielding sacred relics and holy water who suppressed the demonic energy at the walls, and the Gwangpung Corps.

“So that whoever grasped the hand of the Demon Race could be stopped.”
“I have heard that the true weapon of the Dragon Slayer is not the sword, but the tongue and the mind. I did not expect it to be true.”

Baurn remained composed even as he watched the Gwangpung Corps holding back the demonic energy.

“But that is merely buying time.”

As he brought his palms together, the demonic energy burning between his hands rose into the void and began spreading throughout the entire kingdom.

Boom!

I clenched my teeth and stepped into the Tae Hwa Step. Leaping skyward with demonic energy swirling around me, I drew the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword.
Before I could even exhale, I unleashed the Frost Chain of Ultimate Speed with both blades.

Screech!

The blades, forged through countless trials and tempered by experience, shot forth and suppressed the demonic energy.

But the demonic energy King Baurn had unleashed was far too vicious to contain completely. Sinister demonic energy cascaded down from the north, east, and south—everywhere except the west.

Crash!

From the demonic energy that crashed onto the battlefield, monsters wrapped in black flames rose up and unleashed horrific screams.

“Ah…”
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“M-Monsters!”
“Help… Gaaahhh!”
“R-Run! Get out of here now… Ugh!”

The citizens who had been offering prayers had no time to flee before they were trampled or devoured whole by the monsters.

“Ugh…”
“S-Save me!”
“Divine one…”

The monsters’ movements and strength far exceeded ordinary beasts, and the powerless citizens of Sueper fell helplessly one after another.
Their blood flowed across the earth that blazed white-hot, and the black flames burned ever more intensely.

“Stop!”
“Baurn!”

I and Saint Olga rushed toward King Baurn simultaneously.

As the blade honed sharp as a bloodline and the fist laden with holy lightning surged toward King Baurn’s neck, a barrier of holy power and a blue river of energy blocked our path.

Clang!

A tremendous shockwave rippled through the entire Spire, and black fog billowed upward.
What gleamed within that darkness were four eyes—not King Baurn, but Pirn and Guard Commander Danieff.

It wasn’t just the two of them. Behind them stood four High Priests. From the beginning, it had never been the King’s corruption alone.

“P-Pirn!”

Saint Olga clenched her teeth as she beheld the serene, sunken gaze of Pirn.

“Even you!”

Her hands trembled at the ends, her heart aching far more from his betrayal than from the King’s.

“As expected….”

I twisted my lips as I faced Danieff, our blades locked together.

“You were both in on this.”

Hofen had mentioned that Pirn and Guard Commander Danieff had served King Baurn since childhood, and during the Gwangpung Corps investigation, the three of them had moved almost inseparably.

There was no way Danieff could have remained ignorant of the King’s transformation—a man he had called friend since youth. His betrayal must have been equally deliberate.

“Huh?”

King Baurn raised his eyebrows in apparent surprise.

“I never thought you’d see this far. But now it’s all over.”

As he brought his palms together once more, darkness surged upward from beneath his feet.

“Farewell.”

Darkness engulfed King Baurn’s surroundings, and the floor of the Spire beneath us crumbled without warning.

“When we meet again, I shall have become a god.”

King Baurn ascended into the void and vanished into a black sphere. Pirn, who followed in his wake, no longer smiled, and Danieff remained silent as ever.

“Ugh….”
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“P-please, save me!”

There were so many people atop the Spire, and a considerable number of them were priests who possessed only holy power. If left unchecked, nearly a hundred people would fall and collide with those below, resulting in deaths and injuries.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn iiiit!”

Saint Olga cursed even as she moved toward the falling people first. She spread her holy power thickly, creating a barrier to protect those plummeting from above.

“Baurn!”

Paladin Kinier called out the King’s name while catching those who fell.

“Huff.”

I extended the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword at length. I summoned the Gwangpung Style and Garunua’s winds simultaneously, slowing the descent of those falling.

By operating the ring of fire and heightening my concentration, I managed to save all dozens of people falling without the slightest mistake.

However, King Baurn and those who followed him had already hidden themselves within the black sphere.

Uuuuuoooong!

The sphere of demonic energy, as if protecting King Baurn, wrapped around the entire tower and ignited black flames.
A chill ran down my spine at the sinister flow of demonic energy that pulsed like a heartbeat.

“Raon.”

Rimer approached with black blood smeared across his shoulder. It seemed he had already cut down the monsters and made his way here.

“It happened exactly as you said.”
“Damn it. I was hoping it wouldn’t….”
“Organization Master….”

Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion all sighed, their blades dripping with black blood.

“Organization Master. The demonic energy is more toxic than anticipated.”

Mark Goeten furrowed his brow as he shook the blood from his blade.

“It’s as though demonic energy has shackled my ankles—my body refuses to obey my commands.”

He shook his head, lamenting his inability to unleash his full strength.

“Even when we sprinkle holy relics and sacred water, the effect is only temporary.”

Dorian exhaled heavily, gesturing toward the holy relics he had withdrawn from his satchel.

-It is only natural.

Wrath nodded, observing the pale black flames dancing across the ground.

-This is the mark of a sacrificial offering prepared since the Demon Realm. A barrier imposed upon flesh and spirit to prevent the offering from escaping.
‘Then why didn’t you mention this sooner?’

I narrowed my eyes at Wrath.

-How could the True Demon King have known of preparations made in the Demon Realm! Had I realized the fool who made the contract was a subordinate of that wretch, I would have stopped it long ago!

Wrath shook his head, clearly regretting his oversight.

‘A sacrificial mark, then….’

I narrowed my gaze, observing the demonic energy slowly enveloping the barrier of holy power. Rather than shattering it, the demonic energy was methodically amplifying its strength.

‘He intended this from the beginning.’

Having spent the entire day in prayer to draw forth holy power, from an external perspective, everyone would still believe the Holy Assembly was proceeding normally.
The King had clearly orchestrated this moment, intending to use the kingdom itself as a sacrificial offering to amplify his own power.

‘And….’

Another demon is moving as well.

Not the one contracted with King Baurn, but the demon I had sensed when I first arrived at this place was now in motion.
The demon itself was not exceptionally formidable, yet within this barrier, the battle would prove far from simple.

“I shall purge the demonic energy.”

Paladin Kinier drew his pure white blade. The moment he struck the Battlefield with the sword that erased darkness, crystalline light spread in all directions, beginning to suppress the flames of demonic energy.

“Ugh, this… this is stronger than I anticipated.”

Kinier’s complexion grew ashen. Even the holy power of the Paladin—called the strongest among the Holy Knights—seemed unable to suppress the demonic energy that blanketed the Wall and Battlefield.

“Pathetic.”

Saint Olga placed her hand upon Kinier’s blade. From her small palm, an immense light bloomed forth. It was as though a pristine white Mountain had risen from the heart of the kingdom.

Kuwaaaaaaaaa!

Tremendous holy power erupted, and the raging flames of demonic energy that had burned from all sides began to subside.

“You cannot manage even this?”

Saint Olga furrowed her brow as she looked at Kinier.

“Do not compare me to a monster like you.”

Kinier shook his head, grinding his teeth.

“I can endure this, at least.”
“You cannot even do that?”

He furrowed his brow deeply, as if urging her to have faith in him.

“Hofen.”
“Ah, yes…”

Hofen, who had been standing in a daze, trembled at Kinier’s call.

“I grant you authority to command all the Holy Knights.”

Kinier transferred the Paladin’s insignia he wore upon his chest to Hofen.

“Sweep away the monsters.”
“I… I…”

Hofen did not accept the mark and swallowed hard.

“It is unjust for a child to bear the sins of their father. However…”

Raon approached Hofen and exhaled softly.

“Now is the time you must accept that injustice.”
“…I understand.”

Hofen bit his lip and accepted the Paladin’s mark.

“The Demon Race is moving.”

Raon raised his finger, gazing toward the Gwangpung Corps.

“Stop them by any means necessary.”
“If the Organization Master asks it, we have no choice but to comply.”
“Don’t worry and go up… quickly.”
“Finish fast and then ice cream.”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan nodded reassuringly.

“I will do my best as well.”

Mark Goeten nodded as if asking for their trust.

“So, as you mentioned at first, my opponent is up there?”

Rimer laughed, tapping the sword at his waist.

“I humbly request your assistance.”
“I’m going too. Even if I die, I’ll beat those damn bastards to death.”

The Saint lifted her gaze, wiping the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. On her thigh, a new mark had appeared where her skin had melted away from excessive use of holy power. There seemed to be no stopping it.

Raon nodded and placed his hand upon the black demonic energy that enveloped the entire tower.

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“It’s coming from the right!”

At Burren’s shout, the Gwangpung Formation pivoted to face the right flank.

Screeeech!

A monstrous creature wreathed in black flames tore across the battlefield, churning the earth beneath it. Three tails crowned with eyeballs lashed about like whips—a demon beast that had no counterpart in this world.

“First Unit, full strike!”

Martha and the swordsmen of the First Unit stamped the ground in unison. Azure sword slashes erupted as the Gwangpung Style winds wove through their blades, which gleamed with dense aura.

Boom!

The demon beast, which had been grinding buildings to dust as it advanced, shattered into dozens of fragments and dissolved into black mist.

Whoooosh!

In the moment the Gwangpung Corps’ blades dipped, a massive bird-shaped demon beast plummeted from the sky, extending axe-like talons.

Clang!

Lunan and the Second Unit moved as if they had been waiting. Azure frost spread like a net, and winds wrapped around it, completely ensnaring the bird-shaped demon beast.

Crack!

As the creature attempted to flee, its wings freezing solid, Mark Goeten’s lightning-swift strike descended, cleaving the bird-shaped demon beast in two, its body melting away.

“Th-thank you.”
“Thank you for saving us.”

The survivors, barely clinging to life, stood on trembling legs and bowed their heads.

“Take this.”

Dorian withdrew a small vial of holy water from his waist pouch and sprinkled it over the heads of the survivors.

“Move westward. This place is dangerous.”

Burren Zigheart pointed toward the west where the monsters had not yet fallen and moved again.

‘Mastering the Gwangpung Style is proving invaluable.’

Each of the monsters was formidable, and normally would have required vast amounts of aura to defeat, but thanks to the Gwangpung Style, my combat efficiency had improved dramatically.
Even if I couldn’t kill them all, I should be able to buy considerable time.

“Where in the world is that demon bastard!”

Martha’s lips twisted in frustration.

“There are too many presences. We can’t search for him. However….”

Burren Zigheart shook his head and smacked his lips.

“There’s only one place he would go.”
“Only one place?”
“Yes. We’ll find him if we go now.”

Burren Zigheart nodded and turned back. He retraced his steps while drawing his aura to its maximum.

“But this is the way we came from, isn’t it?”

Crain tilted his head in confusion.

“What that demon is after is obvious.”
“Ah!”

Martha clapped her hands as she grasped Burren Zigheart’s meaning.

“Everyone, move at full speed!”

Burren Zigheart rushed toward the Spire where Raon and the King had offered their prayers, speaking urgently.

As my gaze turned toward Paladin Kinier, who was suppressing the demonic energy, the Central Avenue split in half, and black flames erupted from the fissure.

The black fire transformed into the shape of a massive hound with a spiked collar around its neck, and with a single sweep of its tail, it reduced all the surrounding buildings to rubble.

Kuaaaaaaaa!

Atop the colossal beast sat a black-haired demon youth with small horns protruding from his forehead. He flicked his finger at the demonic beast, directing its attention solely toward Paladin Kinier.

As the demonic beast unleashed flames toward Paladin Kinier, the Gwangpung Corps charged forward and blocked the attack.

Kuuuuuuu!

The black inferno could not pierce through the winds of the Gwangpung Style and dissipated toward the ground.

“Phew, I thought I was done for….”

Paladin Kinier let out a sigh of relief as he placed his hand on his sword.

“How dare you interfere!”

The black-haired demon youth glared at the Gwangpung Corps, his expression twisting with rage.

“You actually believe lowly humans can stop me?”
“A demon spouting nonsense—how pathetic.”

Martha sneered at the demon youth with contempt.

“The ones we fight every day aren’t small fry like you—they’re Demon Lords.”
“There’s nothing to fear.”

Lunan Slion nodded in agreement.

The Gwangpung Corps tightened their grips on their blades, showing no trace of fear toward the demon’s aura.

“What are these….”

The demon youth’s black eyes trembled with bewilderment as he observed the Gwangpung Corps remaining unmoved despite being exposed to his demonic energy.

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