The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 670

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Chapter 670

I furrowed my brow as I felt the clammy dampness of demonic energy trying to burrow into my skin.

‘Not only potent….’

Solid and dense.

The thickness of the demonic energy coiling around the Spire was already greater than the Kingdom’s pillars, as if the Demon Race had descended upon this place. Breaking through this demonic energy to climb the Spire would require considerable aura consumption.

“If you can’t do it, step aside. I’ll break through.”

Saint Olga stepped forward, wiping the blood trickling from her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes gleamed with an eerie light that burned with fury and murderous intent.
She seemed willing to stake her life to exact revenge on Pirn and King Baurn.

“If you try to break through with your holy power, you’ll gain at least ten more scars on that body.”

The demonic energy coiling around the Spire was vicious and profound. Even with a Saint’s holy power, it was not something that could be easily pierced.

“Still, it would be better than breaking through with aura….”
“No, I’m faster.”

I shook my head and operated the Rings of Fire with fervent intensity.

Uuuuuung!

The eight rings resonated, pulling up fragments of Wrath that had sunk to the depths of my soul.
As Glacius’s chill became the fuse and ignited Wrath at my fingertips, the demonic energy blocking the entrance to the Spire trembled as if terrified, then opened a path of its own accord.

No tremendous impact, no massive wave. This was the pure majesty possessed by a Demon Lord of the Demon Realm—the power befitting the emotion of a Demon Lord that existed above demonic energy itself.

-Ugh…!

Wrath let out a low groan while clutching his head.

-That’s not the rage I forced into you to be used like this!
‘A gift is meant to be used however the recipient wishes.’
-It wasn’t a gift!

Wrath thrashed his hands about, insisting he had placed it there to seize that body for himself.

“What, what is this!”

Saint Olga’s eyes widened as she watched the tower’s entrance open far too easily.

“It’s neither holy power nor aura, so what on earth did he….”

She swallowed dryly, unable to comprehend what had happened. As a Saint, she wouldn’t have been able to sense the Demon Lord’s emotions anyway, so it was only natural.

“Who knows.”

Raon offered no explanation as he entered through the open entrance and climbed the stairs leading upward.

“You can’t think about our Organization Master using common sense.”

Rimer shook his head while looking at the Saint.

“It’s easier if you just accept it as, ‘Ah, so even a Demon Lord fears this man.'”

He chuckled softly and followed after Raon.

“Hmm….”

Olga narrowed her eyes as she observed the fragments of demonic energy trembling with fear like a mouse before a cat.

‘What exactly is that man?’

Raon Zigheart had been certain of King Baurn’s corruption, and he had even predicted that Guard Commander Danieff and Priest Pirn would be complicit.

Since the entire kingdom would be ensnared by demonic energy, his plan was to distribute holy relics and holy water to trustworthy Paladins and priests to block the demonic energy’s movements.

Though she had cursed and insisted it was impossible while listening to Raon’s explanation, reality was unfolding exactly as he had predicted.
It would be no exaggeration to say he alone had prepared for and anticipated this crisis. He transcended descriptions like “monster” or “genius.”

“If you don’t come, I’m closing the door.”

Raon’s voice echoed from above. The demonic energy that had actually feared Raon was writhing again, attempting to coalesce once more.

“Sigh….”

Saint Olga exhaled a long breath and entered the Spire’s entrance.

‘That’s right. This isn’t the time to think about such things.’

It didn’t matter what kind of person Raon was. Right now, I needed to focus solely on climbing this tower and driving my fists into the faces of Pirn and King Baurn.

‘But….’

There was one thing that troubled me.

“Hey.”

Saint Olga fell into step behind Raon and jerked her chin toward the outside.

“Are those little ones you left outside going to be alright?”
“What do you mean?”

Raon looked down at Saint Olga and furrowed his brow.

“You must have felt it too, but there’s a Demon Race helping that fool of a king outside.”

Saint Olga shook her head while gazing at the closed door.

“Demons exert pressure on the human soul by their very existence. Paladin Kinier will be overwhelmed just blocking the demonic energy and won’t be of much help—can those children really stop a Demon Race?”

The lesser demons causing a commotion outside were likely servants of the Demon Race that had contracted with King Baurn, but they were still demons. Since they could be considered fundamentally incompatible with humans, I was worried.

“They can stop them.”

Raon nodded without the slightest hesitation.

“How are you so certain?”

Saint Olga furrowed her brows in the center, as if exasperated.

“Because I raised you.”

Raon climbed the Spire with unhesitating strides, as if that settled the matter.

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“That demonic beast is a Hellhound.”

Paladin Kinier pointed to the canine-shaped demon facing the Gwangpung Corps.

“It breathes flames wreathed in demonic energy, and its regenerative power is formidable. Don’t let your guard down until you’ve killed it for certain. And….”

He bit his lip and continued.

“You won’t be able to defeat that Demon Race creature, but buy as much time as you can. I’ll figure something out.”

Kinier’s brow deepened with worry, as though he believed the Gwangpung Corps could not overcome the Demon Race.

“That will be sufficient. And there’s no need to worry.”

Burren Zigheart gave Kinier a small nod and turned his gaze toward the Demon Race creature.

“We’ll finish this ourselves.”
“I was trapped in this place because of Raon Zigheart and Rimer. Without those two fools, you’re nothing but ants!”

The black-haired, black-eyed Demon Race bared its sharp fangs, curling its lips back.

“I’ll kill you!”

As he lowered his hand, the Hellhound drove its axe-shaped claws down toward the Gwangpung Corps.

Screeeech!

Burren retreated with Unit 3, and Lunan stepped forward with Unit 2, raising an aura barrier of azure light.

Crash!

The Hellhound’s claws were powerful enough to topple entire buildings, but the aura shield Lunan had erected only cracked slightly—it held firm.

Boom!

Martha moved before Unit 2 had even finished their defense, trusting in Lunan completely. She carved through the demonic energy with her skin and unleashed a sword strike laden with tremendous weight.

Slash!

Riding the azure winds of the Gwangpung Style, Martha’s blade tore away the Hellhound’s right ankle.

Shriek!

Black blood fountained upward as the Hellhound unleashed a cry of agony. Yet, true to its nature as a demonic beast, it never lost its balance and spewed forth black flames.
But the creature, as if it weren’t just a mere demon, maintained its balance and spewed black flames.

“Unit 1!”

At Burren’s command, Unit 1 surged forward while Unit 2 supported from the side. Finally, Unit 3 anchored the center, reforming the true Gwangpung Formation.

The swordsmen raised their blades in unison. Intricately blooming fragments of aura merged into a single blade and collided with the Hellhound’s flames.

Crash!

The Gwangpung Corps’ sword strike seemed to melt before the Hellhound’s inferno, but when the azure winds swept in from behind, it found its strength anew and, in a fleeting instant, split the black flames asunder.

Boom!

Despite its size, the Hellhound was an agile demonic beast, yet it hadn’t expected its own flames to be pierced so easily. It staggered, taking the Gwangpung Corps’ blade strike directly between its brows.

But the Hellhound, trusting in its regenerative power, didn’t flee. Instead, it assumed an offensive stance, opening its maw once more to unleash black flames.

Roar!

Just as black flames erupted from the Hellhound’s dark maw, a blue lightning bolt that grazed the ground lashed across its jaw.

It was Mark Goeten. Stepping back from the Gwangpung Formation, he pierced through the hellhound’s jaw and completely crushed its skull.

A low growl escaped.

The hellhound collapsed, its eyes devoid of light. As it fell, a flash of cold radiance cut through the rising dust, and a pitch-black blade erupted forth.

A deafening metallic screech tore through the air!

The Gwangpung Corps, maintaining perfect vigilance, deployed their formation to deflect every demonic blade that surged toward them.
Yet the force contained within those strikes was so tremendous that everyone was driven back a single step.

“How dare you insects!”

The black-haired, black-eyed demon trembled as he gazed upon the dead hellhound, his tongue extended unnaturally long.

“I will slaughter you!”
“You’ve already said that.”

Lunan Slion tilted his head, as if to say repetition was unnecessary.

“I’ll tear out your heart first.”

The demon’s body seemed to elongate before vanishing, only to materialize before Lunan in the blink of an eye. His sharpened nails extended, proving his threat of heart-rending was no mere boast.
He stretched out his sharply filed nails as if to prove that the saying about him tearing out hearts was no lie.

Ding!

Lunan Slion drew the beloved sword Seolhwa like a brush without the slightest hesitation. The frost crystals clinging to the graceful blade blocked the Demon Race’s claws.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Squad 2, guarding his rear, met the demon’s nails with their own blades.
The sword strikes of the swordsmen from Gale Squad 2, who guarded her back, blocked the Demon Race’s claws.

As soon as Lunan and Team 2 finished their defense, Team 3 led by Burren and Team 1 following Martha advanced toward the Demon Race simultaneously.

Ding!

Burren and Martha said nothing. They simply locked eyes and each drew their own blade.

Martha and Unit 1’s domineering sword strikes descended upon the demon’s shoulders, while Burren and Unit 3’s exquisite blades drove toward the demon’s heart.

Clang!

The demon crossed its two hands wreathed in demonic flames, deflecting the sword strikes from Burren and Martha.
Yet even so, it couldn’t completely relieve the pressure and was forced back two steps.

In that instant, Unit 2 struck the ground as if they had never retreated at all.
At the center stood Lunan’s blade, riding the winds of the Gwangpung Style as it pursued the demon’s back. A dreamlike radiance gathered at the sword’s edge.

Zing!

Lunan’s offensive, who had always adhered solely to defense to protect the Gwangpung Corps, carried a quiet yet chilling murderous intent much like my own.

Splash!

The demon hastily raised both hands to condense a sphere of demonic energy, but Lunan’s thrust of silver radiance tore through the demonic power and carved a deep wound across the creature’s chest.

“Ugh…”

The demon spat black blood and staggered backward.

Crash!

Mark Goeten didn’t miss the moment the demon faltered. He twisted his shoulder sharply and brought down a blade infused with lightning and wind.

Thud!

The demon’s thigh was gouged deeply, spraying black blood.

“You… you wretches!”

The demon tried to retreat continuously as if to regenerate its wounds, but Martha clung to it like a leech, unleashing a barrage of finely-honed sword strikes.

Clang!

The Demon Race’s Cavil bit his lip as he parried the relentless sword strikes pouring down from the Gwangpung Corps.

‘What… what in the world are these creatures!’

No matter how much of a Master one is, if they’re human, they can’t exert their full power when oppressed by a Demon Race’s aura.
In fact, coming to this place, I easily crushed a Holy Knight who had reached Master rank and four priests of similar caliber.

But these young brats—despite having numerous non-Master humans among them—weren’t crushed by my aura.
Rather, as if they’d been waiting for this, they displayed power beyond what they possessed. No matter how I thought about it, it made no sense.

“Seeing your expression harden, it seems you’re starting to regret this. But….”

Martha twisted her mouth into a sneer.

“It’s already too late!”
“Don’t let your guard down. It’s not over yet.”

Burren stepped back from Martha, lowering his stance to respond to any move the Demon Race might make.

The Gwangpung Corps pressed forward against the Demon Race, flowing seamlessly between offense, defense, and support.

“Grrrgh….”

The Demon Race Cavil’s hands grew increasingly unsteady, and wounds began multiplying across his entire body.

“The end is in sight! Push through!”

At Martha’s command, the Gwangpung Corps moved as one, stepping into formation and unleashing dozens of sword strikes. Waves of aura—like magical bombardment—rained down consecutively.

“Krraaaaaaah!”

The Demon Race Cavil exploded the demonic energy he’d concentrated in his heart, rising into the air. Harp-shaped wings sprouted from his back, emitting an eerie resonance.

Uuuuuuung!

As a beautiful melody—incongruous with the chaotic battlefield—rang out, the Gwangpung Corps’s movements began to slow. Their complexions turned deathly pale.

“W-What is this….”

Martha’s fingertips trembled as she furrowed her brow.

“The sound from those wings is crushing our bodies….”

Burren clenched his teeth, sensing the sound and vibrations emanating from the Demon Race’s wings.

“They’ve forced me to use Demonic Spirit Song.”

The Demon Race Cavil ground his teeth as if his pride had been wounded, raising his arm. From his clenched fist, a torrent of pitch-black darkness fell like a shower of blades.

“This is truly the end!”
“Defensive formation!”

At Burren’s cry, the Gwangpung Corps retreated and took up a defensive stance. The Gwangpung Style winds blooming above the formation swept away the darkness blades unleashed by the Demon Race.

“Who knew that ridiculous training would actually prove useful.”

Martha rubbed her ear and let out a hollow laugh.

“Indeed. All those beatings from Cyan Rain and Crimson Rain have finally paid off.”

Crain nodded while adjusting his grip on his sword. Thanks to Raon’s periodic deployment of Cyan Rain and Crimson Rain, they could endure the Demon Race’s sonic attacks to a considerable degree, if not perfectly.

“But we won’t be able to hold out much longer.”
“It’s fine.”

Lunan Slion turned back and shook her head.

“We’ll be able to stop it soon.”

She blinked encouragingly at the young swordsman behind her.

“These… these bastards…”

Cavil’s jaw trembled as he watched the Gwangpung Corps remain standing despite being exposed to the sonic Demonic Spirit Song composed of demonic energy. Now he could only think of them as madmen.

“Just die already!”

He explosively drew out his demonic energy and unleashed a barrage of demonic blades. Yet the Gwangpung Corps, though pushed back as if about to collapse, never bent their knees.

‘It would be better to kill them all at once.’

It was then that Cavil gritted his teeth and began concentrating his demonic energy.

Aaaaaaaaah!

From the center of the Gwangpung Formation, a crystalline voice flowed forth, subduing Cavil’s sonic waves.

It was Yua, her young face brimming with sorrow. A sacred aura emanated from her, as if celebrating life itself. Her voice carried the essence of nature untouched—like gazing upon the summit of eternal snow that no foot had ever trodden.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

Yua’s voice perfectly neutralized the resonance of demonic energy blooming from Cavil’s wings. The demonic rope that had been strangling the Gwangpung Corps’ bodies snapped instantly.

“Go!”

Julius gripped his sword tighter, clenching his teeth as if to shield Yua.

Burren, Martha, and Lunan nodded approvingly at the youngest members of the Gwangpung Corps and charged toward the bewildered Demon Race.

Kwaaaaaaah!

Not to be outdone by the youngest, the Gwangpung Corps unleashed their full power—their blade strike cleaved through the demonic flames Cavil had conjured and bored a hole the size of a human head through his abdomen.

“Cough…”

Cavil spat black blood, his shoulders trembling violently.

“How… how is this possible…”

To neutralize sonic waves from his wings with mere voice—it was something he’d never heard of, never witnessed.

‘Has she been trained by a Demon Lord himself?!’

Unoppressed by demonic energy, overcoming the Demon Race’s aura, and now erasing even demonic spirit songs. The humans accompanying Raon possessed nothing ordinary.
Not a single one of them was unremarkable.

‘I must kill her.’

They were all problems, but that young girl was the greatest threat. Even if he were forcibly summoned back, he had to kill that human.

Uuuuuung!

Cavil pressed his hands together. He drew out demonic energy that burned both body and soul, creating a massive sphere of flame.

“Die, all of you!”

He unleashed flames like a black sun itself. It was magic meant to kill not only the Gwangpung Corps, but also Yua and Paladin Kinier behind them.

“Final Clash!”

The Gwangpung Corps halted their charge and formed a circle at the center. Their energy condensed as one, and a colossal blade erupted from the heart of their formation.

The Grand Gwangpung Formation’s Final Clash.
The Hyeonra Wind Blade.

The Gwangpung Corps’s exclusive final clash technique, passed down by Raon along with the Gwangpung Style, extended forth with a brilliant blue radiance.
A natural wind that seemed to push back the clouds of the sky tore through the demonic flames, and mercilessly shredded the Demon Race Cavil who stood behind it.

Kuuuuuaaaaaaah!

The Demon Race Cavil melted away without leaving a trace of demonic energy, as if the very fact of his existence in this world had been erased.

“Wh…what?”

Paladin Kinier couldn’t close his gaping jaw, as if witnessing something unbelievable.

“What in the…”

His shock was so great that he nearly dropped the sword from his trembling hand.

“Haa…haa…”
“Ugh…”
“Y-yeah, using the Hyeonra Wind Blade really drains everything out of you…”

The Gwangpung Corps collapsed to the ground without exception, breathing heavily. Their pallid complexions showed that this had been a battle where they wagered everything.

“No one’s dead, right?”

Burren Zigheart lifted his head with a weak laugh.

“The dead can’t answer.”

Martha let out a bright laugh and waved her hand.

“We… we actually won.”
“We defeated the Demon Race….”
“Even the Organization Master would praise us for this, right?”

Everyone exchanged glances and laughed, amazed that they had achieved victory against the Demon Race.

“Now….”

Lunan remained seated on the ground, gazing up at the tower where demonic energy writhed and churned.

“It’s Raon’s turn now.”

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