The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 691

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Chapter 691

“Haa…”

I exhaled roughly as I gazed at Glen Zigheart’s broad, upright back.

I didn’t know why Glen, who should have been waiting at the exit, had come to this place. Yet the moment I saw him rushing toward me, my frantically pounding heart settled into a calm rhythm.

Even though the White Blood Cult Master was chasing right behind me and countless Blood Ghosts were swarming toward us, I felt no fear. It felt as though my true grandfather had come to protect me, and my eyes began to sting with emotion.

“Glen Zigheart!”

The White Blood Cult Master brushed off the fingers that had touched the lightning, her crimson lips curling upward in a cruel smile.

“Coming here to ask me to kill you—you’re still as impatient as ever.”

Her black eyes twisted harshly. She seemed both terrified and exhilarated.

“You did it.”

Glen didn’t answer the White Blood Cult Master’s words. Instead, he turned to look at me.

“I believed in you.”

He gave a quiet nod as he looked at Ogram, who was being carried on my back.

“Head of House…”

I trembled as I heard Glen’s final words.
I never expected to hear those words of trust in such a dire situation, and my heart resonated far more deeply than when I had received praise in the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Ha…”

The White Blood Cult Master furrowed her brow, baring her white teeth.

“How dare you—do you know where you are!”

She trembled with indignation at being dismissed by Glen Zigheart, her hands quivering visibly.

[We have no time. Prepare to move immediately. The Formation is causing the Blood Spirit Passage to close rapidly.]

Glen Zigheart ignored the White Blood Cult Master once more, sending his voice directly into her mind—a technique far more refined than mere aura messaging.

“Glen Zigheart!”

Dismissed twice, the White Blood Cult Master could no longer contain herself. She unleashed her blood energy, and tremendous waves of crimson power surged through the gaps of her flowing white dress.

“No matter who you are, in this place, I am a god!”
“You’ve consumed Ogram’s blood.”

Glen Zigheart acknowledged her with a calm nod, even as he sensed the magnitude of her energy wave.

“Indeed. It was quite delicious. Didn’t taste like the blood of an old man at all.”

The White Blood Cult Master traced her crimson lips with her tongue, drawing a sinister smile.

“Now I’m curious about yours. What flavor would it have?”
“You?”

Glen Zigheart let out a cold laugh.

“Foolish mosquitoes always drain blood until their bellies burst, after all.”

He had already discerned that the White Blood Cult Master had not fully absorbed Ogram’s power, and his mockery deepened.

“How arrogant.”

The White Blood Cult Master scowled like a demon before letting out a scoff.

“Your condition isn’t normal either. Can you really endure with that withered body?”

She twisted her lips upward, having noticed that Glen Zigheart’s state was far from ordinary.

Glug, glug, glug, glug!

A pure white goddess rose behind the White Blood Cult Master. Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara. She was wrapped in blood energy far more massive than when I had seen her before, and she possessed more than ten additional arms.
As she grew stronger, so too did Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara.

Whoooooosh!

Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara transformed the white weapon she held in her hands into blood energy and brought her palms together.
The vast blood energy compressed, then bloomed into a luminous sphere like the sun itself. An overwhelming wave of blood energy engulfed heaven and earth.
The White Blood Cult Master seemed intent on ending this in a single stroke.

“Ugh….”

Raon’s lips trembled violently. My knees buckled involuntarily under the crushing weight of the immense blood energy.

“So you were thinking of creating a new Sword Realm.”

Glen Zigheart turned calmly to look back, even as the luminous sphere of blood energy that compressed the very atmosphere approached.

“Huh…?”

I exhaled sharply, meeting Glen Zigheart’s serene gaze.

“Not placing limits on the sword. A fine thought.”

Glen Zigheart nodded slightly, then turned his gaze forward once more. Somehow, I sensed he was smiling.

“Watch until the end. It may prove instructive for your own path.”

He raised the Soul Reaper Sword with serene composure. The pale white sky stained by blood energy erupted in crimson light centered upon his blade.

“Thousand Swords Without Seal—Heavenly Sword.”

Heaven and earth were cleaved by a single blade. The pristine white world spread with crimson radiance, as if red pigment had been dropped upon white paper.

The luminous sphere of blood energy, Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, and even the White Blood Cult Master herself knelt beneath the order established by the heavenly sword.

Crackle! Boom!

Following the noble crimson light came a magnificent roar of thunder.

I swallowed hard as I gazed at the white world tinted by twilight.

‘It’s different.’

Because I had grown, I could tell. Just as Wrath said, Glen Zigheart’s sword had ascended to an even higher level.

“Let’s go.”

Glen Zigheart lowered the True Heavenly Sword and turned his back.

“The White Blood Cult Master is….”

I exhaled sharply, staring at the emptiness before me.

“She consumed far too much. Even with her belly torn open, she’s still alive.”

He furrowed his brow and shook his head.

“Yes, sir.”

It was my first time hearing a joke from Glen Zigheart, and despite the gravity of the situation, I found myself laughing.

Boom!

Glen Zigheart gestured for me to follow, then stepped onto the Heavenly Harmony Steps first.

“If you had perfected the Heavenly Harmony Steps, you could have escaped from the White Blood Cult Master.”
“…I apologize.”
“I didn’t say that to hear an apology.”

He stepped forward with the same precise yet mysterious flow as when he first taught me the technique. It felt as though he was still imparting lessons to me.

As I ran while etching Glen Zigheart’s footsteps into my mind, I spotted Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen standing before the narrowing Blood Spirit Passage.

Sheryl and Roen were holding back the endless tide of Blood Ghosts, while Rimer was using Garunoa’s wind and lightning to keep the shrinking Blood Spirit Passage open.

“Why are you so late! I thought you were dead!”

Rimer shouted urgently while gripping the Blood Spirit Passage.

“Damn it, all the Apostles are here!”
“What kind of place is this!”

Sheryl blocked the assault of someone who appeared to be an Apostle, then kicked Rimer away.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen released a benevolent laugh while unleashing a sword strike brimming with killing intent unlike any other. The Blood Ghosts that touched his blade split apart like aged firewood.

Crack, crack, crack!

When Glen placed his hand on the Blood Spirit Passage, lightning flashed and the passage tore open lengthwise. However, as if its lifespan had reached its limit, the white ripples shook violently.

Boom!

I felt the White Blood Cult Master, who had fled after being struck by the Heavenly Sword, charging forward with a tremendous roar.

“Go ahead.”
“Yes.”

I turned back as I was about to exit through the Blood Spirit Passage.

“Where do you think you’re running!”

The White Blood Cult Master rushed forward, drenched in white blood. As Glen had said, she wasn’t dead, but it seemed she had lost a considerable portion of the blood energy she had gained from consuming Ogram’s blood.
A trembling rage emanated from her.

‘Is that one the First Apostle?’

A pale-faced man moved to the right side of the White Blood Cult Master. He too appeared to be wounded, but I sensed a formidable aura comparable to Aris Zigheart.

‘Then that means… hm?’

As I examined the Bronze-Skinned Woman clinging to the left side of the White Blood Cult Master, my eyes widened.

‘What is that…’

The woman’s aura fluctuated erratically between Master and Transcendent levels. I couldn’t comprehend what kind of power this was.

“Raon! Why aren’t you going? Move!”

Rimer kicked at my rear, urging me forward.

“Yes, understood.”

I carved a mark into the white wall with the Soul Reaper Sword before stepping into the Blood Spirit Passage.

Crackle!

As small lightning bolts flickered several times, the Chiran Tribe Village I had seen before entering the Blood Spirit Passage came into view.

Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen emerged from the Blood Spirit Passage one after another and set foot on solid ground.

“Where is the Head of House?”

Just as I was about to ask, the Blood Spirit Passage surged violently and Glen Zigheart walked out. The passage shrank the moment he emerged, then disappeared entirely.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart shook out his trembling hands and sheathed his sword. Rather than the White Blood Cult Headquarters, he looked as if he had been playing on the beach and shaking off sand—a hollow sigh escaped him.

“Head of House, are you alright….”

I was about to approach Glen Zigheart when—

Boom!

The half-burned stone wall crumbled, and warriors and shamans from the Beast Alliance surged forward. In the eyes of the warriors who had lost their master burned a blue, ghostly flame.

“Well done keeping watch. The culprit always returns to the scene… Huh?”

A young man in scholar’s robes standing behind the warriors widened his eyes upon seeing Glen Zigheart.

“Stop! Everyone stop at once!”

At his command, the Beast Alliance warriors who had been charging at Glen Zigheart froze in place.

“We greet the Thunder God!”

A young man dressed as a scholar ran forward as if folding the earth itself and bowed his head before Glen.

“It’s been a while, Beast Alliance Master.”

Glen nodded as he regarded the young scholar-dressed man.

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the young man in scholar’s attire.

‘Is this man the Beast Alliance Master?’

I’d heard that the Beast Alliance Master was a capable administrator who handled all the alliance’s affairs in place of the Beast King, who preferred to travel for leisure.
True to what I’d heard, he was a man with sharp, refined features unlike the other alliance members.

Yet despite his composed and cold expression, I could sense the same fierce determination characteristic of the Beast Alliance emanating from him.

“Head of House, why have you come to this place…?”
“The beast said he was defeated by a mosquito, so I came to see for myself.”

Glen pointed to Ogram, who was being carried on my back, as he spoke.

“M-Master!”
“Beast King!”

The Beast Alliance Master hurried toward me and took Ogram. The warriors and shamans rushed over to him, crying out in alarm.

“Take the Beast King to headquarters at once!”
“Yes, sir!”

The warriors carefully carried Ogram as if he were a sacred treasure and rushed toward headquarters.

“I-I don’t know how you managed to save the Beast King, but please allow me to express my gratitude first!”

The Beast Alliance Master trembled as he knelt before Glen.

“Such thanks should not be directed at me…”

Glen lightly raised a finger and pointed toward me.

“Give it to him over there.”
“Pardon?”
“If it weren’t for this boy, we never would have found that wild boar of a man.”
“Ah!”

The Beast Alliance Master’s eyes sparkled like starlight as he gazed at Raon.

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Beast Alliance Headquarters.

“We greet our benefactor!”

The Beast Alliance Master and the warriors and shamans at headquarters knelt before Raon, striking their chests with their fists.

“We shall never forget this debt of gratitude, even in death!”

After hearing how Raon had saved Ogram, they were moved to tears and fell to their knees.

“I too have received kindness from the Alliance Master.”

Raon waved his hand, his face flushed red.

“I merely repaid that debt. There’s no need for this.”

It was genuine sincerity, not mere humility, so I shook my head firmly.

“After hearing Garona’s account, I thought you were a true warrior, but you are far more than that. I, Bellarton, am deeply moved!”

The Beast Alliance Master pressed his forehead to the ground, as if even a warrior’s salute was insufficient.

“Come now, there’s no need for such things.”

Rimer grasped Raon’s shoulder and chuckled.

“Still, if you show sincerity, I’m willing to accept it. First, let me draw a circle for the price….”
“Shut up.”

As he tried to draw a circle with his finger, Sheryl twisted his hand.

“Aaaahhh!”

Rimer screamed, clutching his twisted arm.

“You’re tarnishing the Zigheart name. Don’t even breathe until this conversation is over.”
“Then I’ll, I’ll die?”
“Then die.”

Sheryl struck Rimer’s throat as she spoke.

“Hehehehe.”
“Cough! Stop laughing and help me!”
“Hehehehe!”

Rimer reached out as if pleading for help, but Roen merely laughed.

“As I said before, this wasn’t something I accomplished alone.”

Raon shook his head and looked toward the Beast Alliance Master.

“It was only possible because the Head of House, the Heavenly Sword Master, and Roen were there.”
“Hey, why are you leaving me out!”

Rimer pointed at himself and raised his finger.

“Moreover, I’ve received tremendous grace from you, Master. You saved me in crisis and taught me martial arts. There’s no need for this.”
“To be honest, we judged that we couldn’t save you, Master. It was pure resignation.”

The Beast Alliance Master exhaled a low sigh and clenched his fists until they bled.

“But you, Raon, never gave up until the end, traced the Master’s remnants, and even visited the White Blood Cult Headquarters. All we can do is express our gratitude.”

He bowed again in respect. Despite his appearance, he seemed to possess a personality befitting the Beast Alliance just as much as the Master did.

“Cough!”

Glen watched from behind, his lips trembling slightly. He seemed to have something to say, so I waited, but his mouth never opened.

“Of course, we have no intention of stopping at mere words. The Beast Alliance would like to provide you with whatever you desire….”
“W-wait, brother!”

Just as the Beast Alliance Master was about to continue his interrupted words because of Glen, the door burst open violently and Garona rushed in.
His injuries were severe—his entire body was wrapped in bandages stained with blood.

“You! I heard you rescued our Master! Thank you! Brother!”

He approached with reddened eyes and pulled me into a tight embrace.

“…You’ve suffered too.”

I patted Garona’s trembling shoulders. Just looking at his still-swollen wounds, I could feel how difficult his ordeal had been.

“Ahem!”

Glen cleared his throat and trembled the wrist covering his mouth. His pupils quivered faintly, and I couldn’t understand why.
I thought we’d grown somewhat closer through today’s events, but now it felt like he’d drifted far away again.

‘What on earth is going on….’

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I chuckled softly as I gazed up at the gradually brightening dawn sky.

‘Being thanked is exhausting too.’

The warriors and shamans of the Beast Alliance had all come to express their gratitude, leaving me overwhelmed.
Their voices were especially loud—it felt like my eardrums might burst.

‘However….’

I felt good about this.

More than any words of gratitude or praise, what brought me the greatest joy was bringing back Ogram alive—the man I owed so much to.

As I basked in the fullness swelling in my chest, I heard Glen’s footsteps approaching from behind.

“Head of House.”

I turned around and began to bow, but Glen waved his hand dismissively.

“Are you injured?”
“I sustained some internal injuries, but they’re not severe.”

In truth, they were far from light, but I shook my head, not wanting Glen to worry.

“I see.”

Glen, as if reading my thoughts, asked nothing further and stepped beside me, lifting his gaze.

“We saved Ogram, but the balance that has already crumbled cannot be restored.”

He narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the dawn sky tinged with a subtle violet hue.

“The White Blood Cult Master doesn’t merely drain aura—she absorbs the very life force and martial power of warriors themselves. Even if Ogram awakens, he will never return to his former strength.”

Glen exhaled a sigh of regret.

“I see…”

I nodded calmly, having anticipated this to some degree.

“That’s why I must ask you something important.”
“Please, speak.”
“The life-and-death duel.”

Glen’s crimson eyes settled into a quiet stillness.

“The life-and-death duel with the Demon King has become like a powder keg on the verge of explosion. Even if you win, your life could be in danger, and there’s the possibility that another Oma might intervene.”

He seemed to prioritize my life-or-death decision above all else, his voice tinged with urgency.

“Yes, I understand.”

It was something I had already considered on my way here, so I lowered my head calmly.

“Then what do you wish to do?”

Glen Zigheart turned his gaze toward me, wanting to know my intentions before issuing any commands.

I didn’t answer immediately. I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them and parted my lips.

“I…”

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