The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 689

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Chapter 689

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at the white ripples blocked by the thousand fragments.

‘What is this?’

I could sense blood energy, but it carried no hostility, leaving me unable to discern its nature.

“It’s a Blood Spirit Passage.”

Glen Zigheart’s lips moved as his crimson eyes reflected the white ripples.

“A Blood Spirit Passage, you say….”
“It’s a dimensional gate that only the Blood Ghosts of the White Blood Sect can use.”

He furrowed his brow as he explained it was a form of teleportation magic and sorcery created by the White Blood Sect.

“You’ve seen it before.”

Rimer pointed his chin toward the white shimmering Blood Spirit Passage.

“When we first encountered the 10th Apostle, that’s how he appeared—through the Blood Spirit Passage.”
“Ah….”

I nodded in understanding.

‘That was it.’

At Rimer’s words, the memory surfaced—the 10th Apostle and 7th Apostle bursting forth from the pool of blood on the ground.

The White Blood Sect couldn’t openly use dimensional gates, so they were employing this Blood Spirit Passage for long-distance travel.

However, there was a significant difference between the Blood Spirit Passage the 10th Apostle had used and the one before my eyes.

“The Blood Spirit Passage we saw back then was red, wasn’t it?”
“I’ve never seen a white Blood Spirit Passage like this before either.”

Rimer nodded heavily.

“It’s likely one of two things. Either a passage created by the White Blood Cult Master, or the White Blood Cult Headquarters lies beneath us.”

He smacked his lips as if to affirm his own prediction.

“That means….”

Sheryl turned to face Rimer and placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.

“We can capture the White Blood Cult Master by entering this passage!”
“Indeed.”

A chilling sharpness flowed across Roen’s benevolent gaze like the edge of a blade.

However, Glen frowned not at the Blood Spirit Passage, but at the death energy clinging to the fabric fragment.

“Death energy?”

He instantly recognized the darkly undulating aura as death energy.

“Yes.”

I planted the Soul Reaper Sword into the ground to keep the Blood Spirit Passage from closing, then extracted the fabric fragment and handed it to Glen.

“It’s the same energy that attacked me in front of the Sword Master’s Tomb.”

It was exactly as I had suspected. Ogram hadn’t been defeated by the White Blood Cult Master—he had fallen victim to a surprise attack by Derus Robert.

“That’s it!”

Rimer nodded with his eyebrows slightly raised, as if affirming the truth.

“The one who attacked me seems to have ambushed Master Ogram while he was fighting the White Blood Cult Master.”
“….”

Glen’s crimson eyes burned with heat deeper than molten lava. He seemed to be venting profound rage at the fact that Ogram had fallen victim to such cowardly treachery.

“Hah….”

Raon exhaled a sigh of relief as he observed Rimer and Sheryl, whose teeth were gritted, along with Roen.

‘I’m glad we found it.’

I had discovered evidence of Derus Robert’s ambush and found a path to rescue Ogram.
Having accomplished all the reasons for coming to this place, my rapidly beating heart began to settle.

“Right. I knew that fool wouldn’t go down so easily.”

Glen smoothed the cloth fragment and twisted his lips upward.

“He embedded the Overwhelming Aura and death energy into the fragment of the White Response Technique, so the Blood Spirit Passage can’t possibly close. That bastard’s still got his wits about him.”
“I concur.”

Raon nodded as he gazed at the fragment of the White Response Technique held in Glen’s hand.

‘Remarkable doesn’t even begin to cover it.’

Just from the fact that he had made such preparations while evading the eyes of Derus Robert and the White Blood Cult Master, I could glimpse the depths of Ogram’s cunning.

“You’re no different.”

Glen looked this way and nodded his chin.

“Huh?”

Raon widened his eyes, not understanding what he meant.

“I wasn’t certain whether Ogram had set up anything here. How did you find it?”
“Thanks to the Overwhelming Aura.”

I drew out the essence of the Overwhelming Aura with the tip of my finger.

“The Overwhelming Aura is the supreme martial art, yet it has no light, no form, no aura waves. Only natural flow exists, and beneath this ground, I sensed that subtle essence.”
“You’ve been learning the Overwhelming Aura for less than a year? You’ve reached that level?”
“It’s thanks to meeting Ogram in the Mental World.”

This was a realm I had achieved thanks to Ogram, whom I had met in the Mental World. Without him, I would never have been able to discover the fragment of the White Response Technique.

“Ugh….”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes narrowed to slits. Something seemed to displease him.

“Our Organization Master learns faster than anyone else.”

Rimer nodded and let out an admiring sigh.

“Isn’t Ogram the only one whose Aura Realm surpasses Raon’s?”
“That could very well be the case.”

Sheryl smiled faintly.

“He even copied my dual-sword technique right away. What a relentless fellow.”

Her eyes grew distant as memories surfaced.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen simply laughed with delight.

“Ahem!”

As the three of them laughed, Glen cleared his throat to mask his discomfort, then lifted the corners of his mouth slightly.

“The problem is how to open this passage.”

I exhaled sharply, gesturing toward the Blood Spirit Passage that was struggling against the Soul Reaper Sword’s push.

“Moreover, the White Blood Sect may have set traps knowing this passage hasn’t closed….”
“That won’t be the case.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head calmly.

“The Blood Spirit Passage, unlike dimensional gates, is single-use. The White Blood Cult Master and those White Blood Sect dogs are likely too intoxicated by the joy of capturing Ogram to even realize this passage remains open.”
“Indeed….”

When a starving man has a feast laid before him, no one pays attention to a small mouse hole.
Glen’s reasoning made the possibility of a trap seem extremely slim.

“That said, it’s not without its traps.”
“Pardon?”
“Entering this passage itself is a dangerous undertaking.”
“What do you mean….”

I widened my eyes. I never imagined such a word as “dangerous” would escape Glen Zigheart’s lips.

“The White Blood Cult Headquarters has a formation constructed entirely of blood aura. It’s a severing formation that drains the stamina and vitality of those who lack blood aura.”

Glen raised his finger and traced a semicircle in the air.

“There was once a King of the Belan Kingdom, who wielded power not far behind the Six Emperors, who died overwhelmed by the formation at the White Blood Cult Headquarters in the past.”
“Ah….”

Hearing those words, I recalled a moment from my previous life when Derus Robert had mocked the White Blood Cult Master.

[The location of the White Blood Cult Headquarters was exposed? Of course, she intended to draw in the King of Belan to drain his blood. The grotesque blood formation installed there cannot be broken. You simply get consumed by the blood aura slowly. She’s like a venomous spider.]

I erased the sound of Derus’s laughter echoing in my mind and furrowed my brow.
It seemed he had been plotting to use the White Blood Cult Master from that point onward.

“Moreover, the one who scattered this death energy might be inside, and Ogram’s condition will likely be critical.”

Glen brushed off fragments of the White Apostle’s remains and wrinkled the bridge of his nose.

“Then this isn’t a battle, but….”
“Right. We must set a time limit and prioritize rescuing Ogram above all else.”

He nodded, saying there wouldn’t be much time for fighting.

Observing him today, even Glen, whom I thought invincible, did not move recklessly and seemed to make judgments only after considering multiple strategies. I had learned yet another lesson.

“What a shame. If only Ogram were fine, I’d want to cut down everyone here….”

Sheryl tapped her palm firmly, expressing her regret.

“Still, we could have quite a bit of fun.”

Rimer tilted his head back with a faint smile.

“Heh. We’re not going sightseeing.”

Roen grabbed Rimer’s shoulder as the latter trembled with excitement. The three of them were about to enter the White Blood Cult Headquarters, yet they wore light smiles as if embarking on a leisurely outing.

But right now, there was something more pressing than their levity.

“This Blood Spirit Passage… I don’t even know how to open it myself.”
“Then we simply force it open.”

The moment Glen lowered his finger, a crimson lightning flashed, and the Blood Spirit Passage—which moments before seemed too narrow to admit even a sheet of paper—tore open to a width matching my height.

Crack-crack-crack!

I watched as Glen twisted the Blood Spirit Passage, wringing it with that crimson lightning, my jaw dropping.

‘He’s insane…’

Words escaped me. This was nothing short of brutish—like tearing a person’s mouth open with bare hands and stretching it nearly two meters wide.

I’d thought he would understand the flow of artifacts or the Blood Spirit Passage itself to find a way through, but to open it by sheer force alone… Now I saw Glen shared something in common with Wrath.

“Those inside will have sensed our presence by now.”

Glen’s brow furrowed as he regarded the gaping Blood Spirit Passage.

“We have fifteen minutes before this passage closes completely. We must find Ogram and escape within that window.”
“Fifteen minutes is more than enough.”
“More than enough to sweep them all away.”
“Heh, it’s been a while since I’ve had to stretch my muscles.”

Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen remained composed. They seemed to place absolute trust in Glen.

“Raon.”

Glen’s gaze turned to me at last.

“We’ll buy you time up front. You find Ogram.”
“Huh?”

The unexpected order made my eyes widen.

“You found this place as well, did you not?”

Glen Zigheart gestured toward the Blood Spirit Passage and jutted his chin.

“Given the White Blood Cult Master’s nature, the new White Blood Cult Headquarters will be equally vast. Even with fifteen minutes, it would be difficult to search thoroughly, so having you find it while suppressing your presence is both the safest and most effective approach.”

He placed a finger to his lips as if whistling.

“If you find yourself in danger, send a signal from the Gwangpung Corps.”
“…Understood.”
“I trust you.”

Glen Zigheart’s words of trust resonated strangely deep within my chest.

“Then go.”

Before I could even respond, Glen Zigheart entered the Blood Spirit Passage first. Through today’s events, I was seeing many different sides of him.

“If you don’t find Ogram, all your gold coins are mine!”

Rimer called it a man’s promise and entered second.

“Don’t worry. If that bastard takes your gold coins, I’ll cut off his wrists.”

Sheryl flashed a beautiful smile. She uttered those chilling words and threw herself into the Blood Spirit Passage.

“It feels like we’ve returned to the old days.”

Roen descended into the Blood Spirit Passage, concealing a bone-chilling killing intent beneath his hollow laughter.

“Phew…”

I steadied my breathing and entered the passage last. As I moved through the darkness, Glen Zigheart’s words suddenly came to mind.

‘A signal from the Gwangpung Corps?’

Perhaps Rimer wouldn’t know, but it was strange that Glen Zigheart was familiar with the Gwangpung Corps’ signal.

‘Why is this…?’

As I pondered this strange phenomenon, the darkness receded and a brilliant white radiance surged forth.

A colossal Royal Castle, concealed within the darkness, came into view.
As if a white curtain had draped over this entire space, everything before my eyes lay blanketed in white, resembling a snowy plain.

‘Why does everything look so identical?’

The buildings shared so many similarities that finding Ogram would prove quite arduous.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Just as Glen had predicted, the intrusion was confirmed—massive bell tolls reverberated throughout the entire White Blood Cult Headquarters.

I descended onto the white ground, suppressing my presence entirely. Fine sand, like that of a white sand beach, crunched beneath my feet.

‘The sand isn’t what matters now.’

What demanded my attention wasn’t the sand underfoot or the similarity of the buildings.

‘My body feels heavy.’

Whether the Demon Suppression Blood Formation was installed here as well, simply standing drained my aura, my senses dulled noticeably, and my body felt several times heavier than normal.

Crash!

Glen, Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen were wreaking absolute destruction, treating the formations as though they held no value whatsoever.
The White Blood Cult members who approached their vicinity crumbled into pools of blood.

‘They’re expending excessive power to keep attention away from me.’

They were deliberately pouring forth overwhelming strength to make my movements easier.

I bowed my head to Glen and the three others, then sprinted toward the right side where Blood Ghosts were absent.

“….”

Glen confirmed my escape and immediately unleashed lightning upon the white tower directly before him.

Kuwaaaang!

A tremendous explosion erupted, and the tower collapsed in half, crashing down. The Blood Ghosts beneath it were crushed under the tower’s debris, their lives snuffed out.

“Come out, all of you!”

This roar wasn’t merely to draw attention or to summon the White Blood Cult Master.

‘That bastard.’

The swordsman wielding death energy who had targeted Raon. This was a cry to summon that damned creature.

‘How dare you target my grandson?’

I had told Raon it was to buy time, but if that damned bastard who dared to touch my precious grandson appeared, I would crush him in an instant.

“Show yourself now!”

Glen surged forward, unleashing bolts of lightning. He scattered a magnificent wave of energy as if he intended to obliterate the White Blood Cult Headquarters itself.

“Uh….”

Rimer blinked reluctantly from behind Glen.

“You said you were just buying time….”

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‘Wow….’

Raon swallowed hard as he watched Glen literally demolish the White Blood Cult Headquarters with his lightning.

‘Was the Head of House always this close with Ogram?’

Glen seemed enraged by the White Blood Sect’s attack on Ogram, nearly losing himself to fury.
It was astounding that he could move like that in a space where it was difficult to exert his true power and aura consumption was severe.

‘If I can’t find Ogram, I might be in danger too….’

I let out a hollow laugh and climbed the tower that overlooked the entire White Blood Cult Headquarters.

‘Why is everything so similar?’

Though it was my first time in this space, the buildings rose in identical forms as if stamped from the same mold, making it impossible to distinguish one location from another.
Especially since everyone here possessed blood energy, finding them by sensing aura was futile.

‘Even searching with my combat senses is difficult.’

Perhaps taking a hostage was the only option.

Since capturing an Apostle was impossible, I was searching for the Archbishop or a Bishop instead.
The Soul Reaper Sword in my right hand caught the scent of thick blood energy and cried out with a mournful yet wrathful resonance.
I could feel its desire to slaughter every Blood Ghost in this place.

‘Wait….’

I narrowed my eyes, watching the Soul Reaper Sword tremble.

‘If everyone here possesses blood energy….’

Then I should find the one who doesn’t.

Since Ogram was the only one without blood energy in this place, finding his presence should be possible.

‘Can you do it?’
Uuuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword responded with confident resonance, as if entrusting itself to me, then spread its spectral energy paper-thin in all directions.

Had this place been quiet, the spectral energy would have been detected, but with Glen and the three Grand Masters causing chaos, no one noticed the Soul Reaper Sword’s presence.

Zzzzzing!

Before long, the Soul Reaper Sword vibrated intensely, tracing the path of spectral energy.

Is that it?

A cathedral-like structure came into view at the Western End. I moved toward the building, trusting the Soul Reaper Sword’s guidance.

Concealing myself before the structure, I activated Seolhwa’s senses.

Two inside. One of them is Ogram!

I felt Ogram’s presence emanating from a figure collapsed on the floor.

But the remaining one is of all people…

I sensed the distinctive essence of a Blood Ghost standing guard over Ogram and furrowed my brow. An old acquaintance, then.

The 10th Apostle…

That distinctive angular yet viscous blood aura was unmistakable.
Yet his power felt far more formidable than when I’d encountered him before.

Given that he wasn’t emerging despite the commotion outside, he was either focused on guarding Ogram or in the midst of cultivation.

Then there’s no need for a direct confrontation…

An assassination attempt might work.

This building had no windows, but this sturdy door seemed like it could serve my purposes well enough.

I exhaled slowly.

I visualized the various scenarios that might unfold inside, then channeled all my strength into a devastating kick against the white steel door.

Crash!

With a physique that transcended humanity augmented by aura, the steel door was torn clean from its hinges and hurled toward the 10th Apostle.

Flash!

The 10th Apostle, who had been meditating with eyes closed as if cultivating, opened them and rose to his feet.

Crack-crack-crack!

The iron door that hung from his hands tore like paper, and in that instant, a golden light flashed from beyond the door.

It was Raon. From the tip of the Soul Reaper Sword held in reverse grip in his hand, a formless slash extended forth.

Whoooosh!

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