The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 707

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Chapter 707

“Did these bastards all take some kind of drug?!”

Helgurum ground his teeth so hard they creaked audibly.

“Your disciple started the confrontation first, so what nonsense are you spouting?!”

He gestured wildly, insisting that the situation was clear for all to see.

“Started a confrontation? What confrontation did Mustan start?”

Lectar furrowed his brow deeply.

“He called the Nambuk Alliance trash-tier reinforcements and blocked our path, didn’t he?!”

Helgurum’s eyes blazed with fury, as though he would never forgive such an insult.

“Is that a confrontation?”

Lectar let out a derisive snort and waved his hand dismissively.

“So nowadays, speaking the truth counts as starting a confrontation?”
“You! How dare you!”

Helgurum bit his lip as he met Lectar’s cold gaze.

“Raon Zigheart defeated King Roman through a fair and honorable one-on-one duel.”

Lectar glanced back at the fallen Raon, his weathered eyes gleaming with unmistakable pride.

“Yet you chase him down to kill him, even after King Roman himself—the very opponent in that life-or-death match—acknowledged his defeat and granted Raon Zigheart safe passage. How utterly contemptible.”

Lectar’s gaze turned back to Helgurum, his expression twisting with disgust as though he were looking at something vile and repugnant.

“My disciple spoke nothing but truth, so where is the confrontation, Helgurum?”

Lectar tilted his chin as if to say he was welcome to speak his mind.

“Frustrating old fool.”

Helgurum glared at Lectar and exhaled a ragged breath.

“Do you think I’ve been chasing that bastard only for the Nambuk Alliance? It’s all for Oma!”
“For Oma?”

Lectar narrowed the bridge of his nose as if questioning the meaning.

“That’s right. With Demon King Ogram’s defeat, the balance of the Six Emperors Five Demons has shattered. It’s no exaggeration to say the age of Oma has arrived.”

Helgurum tilted the long spear he held downward, gazing down at the fallen Raon.

“And what does that have to do with your ugliness?”
“Because the greatest obstacle to Oma—no, the Six Demons—dominating the Continent isn’t the current Six Emperors, but that Raon Zigheart. If I don’t kill him now, he’ll become a monster beyond my reach, let alone yours.”

He clenched his fists so hard they bled at the thought of letting Raon slip away.

“Six Demons? So you’ve decided to accept those things called Shadow.”
“The Holy Sword Association never objected either, they simply didn’t consent.”

Helgurum narrowed his eyes as if the matter was already settled.

“The Holy Sword Master’s disciple was also defeated by Raon Zigheart. I’ll hand over that bastard’s head, so go to the Master and—”
“You’re under a grave misunderstanding about the Master.”

Lectar looked at Helgurum and curled the corners of his mouth upward.

“The Master doesn’t pick unripe fruit. The reason he hasn’t participated in this affair is because your lot’s appearance is too pathetic.”

He furrowed his brow, saying the Master desired a one-on-one duel with Glen.

“Had the Master seen your current state, your head would have flown first.”
“Nonsense! Everyone knows the Holy Sword Association has been in bed with the White Blood Cult and the Black Tower!”

Helgurum waved his hand dismissively, unable to believe it.

“That’s different from this situation.”

Lectar shook his head calmly.

“In any case, thanks to you, I now understand why the Nambuk Alliance is called a rootless band of thieves.”

He snorted derisively at Helgurum.

“You, you bastard….”
“Enough idle talk.”

Lectar shook his head and raised his sword.

“I’ll say this one last time. Leave this place.”
“And if I refuse?”

Helgurum stepped forward and shook his head.

“I’ll show you how vast the gap between transcendents truly is.”
“Khahahahaha!”

He burst into laughter, clutching his forehead as though he’d already lost his reason.

“Fine. Show me what you’ve accomplished with the swordsmanship you’ve sucked dry while toying with people.”

Helgurum mocked Lectar in turn, twirling the long spear in his grip.

“Yes. At that age, one must drink punishment.”

Lectar nodded calmly, as though he’d anticipated this outcome.

“Sword Ghost!”

Just as the two transcendents were about to collide, Rimer’s voice rang out from behind.

“Leave. You have no part in this battle.”

Lectar turned to look back.

“What nonsense are you spouting! And you—”
“Did I not say so? I stand here not to aid you, but because I cannot bear to witness this old man’s depravity with open eyes.”

Intense emotion flickered across his gaze as he studied Raon, then swiftly subsided.

“Go.”

As Lectar waved his hand, an invisible force swept forth and gently pushed Dorian’s vessel away.
The ship, riding the turbulent currents of the Rabel River, creaked as it surged forward with increasing speed.

“Lectar!”
“Lord Lectar!”

Behind them, Rimer and the Gwangpung Corps called out to Lectar, but he did not turn back.

“Quite the hero, aren’t you.”

Helgurum turned away with a sneer.

“Beorn. You will take command—what?”

He scanned the bandits behind him and his eyes widened.

“Where is Beorn! Where did he go!”
“Uh…?”
“He was right beside us just moments ago!”
“He vanished all of a sudden!”

The bandits trembled, clearly unaware that Beorn had disappeared.

“As expected of rootless brigands. You cannot even manage your own subordinates.”

Lectar let out a contemptuous laugh and flicked his fingers.

“Silence!”

Helgurum’s shoulders trembled as he raised his hand.

“Kill every last traitor of the Six Demons! I will bear the responsibility!”

At his cry, the Cheongpung cut through the water and surged forward.

Crash!

The bows of the two warships crumpled further, and the corridor connecting the vessels tore open.

“Kill them!”
“Don’t let a single one survive!”
“Damn thieves!”
“These traitors!”

The martial artists of the Nambuk Alliance and the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Association leaped across to each other’s decks, their blades clashing.

While the Holy Sword Association’s swordsmen held the advantage in raw skill, the Nambuk Alliance’s martial artists leveraged the unstable deck as their battlefield advantage, offsetting their lack of power.

Roar!

Even as the battle between the Nambuk Alliance and Holy Sword Association intensified, Lectar and Helgurum remained motionless, their eyes locked on each other.

“Let’s change locations.”

Lectar stepped across the empty air toward the river and nodded.

“Hmph.”

Helgurum, unwilling to expose his subordinates to harm, followed Lectar and stood upon the water’s surface.

“How thoughtful of you to come to my battlefield of your own accord. Here, then….”
“Helgurum.”

Lectar’s voice sank to a profound depth, as if emanating from the very depths of hell.

“You have made a grave mistake today.”

The aura flowing from him withered to a parched dryness, devoid of even a trace of moisture.

“What are you—”
“Die.”

Lectar extended his blade with a ferocious expression, as if consumed by malice itself. A magnificent curtain of blazing aura unfurled across the white blade, spreading brilliant light along the horizon.

Kuwaaaaaa!

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“I’m seeing quite a few familiar faces today.”

Rimer felt the massive wave of aura exploding from the center of the Rabel River and exhaled softly.

“There… over there…”

Dorian turned around and swallowed hard, his throat dry.

“Could it be that the Sword Ghost came to save us?”

He shook his head, unable to believe the Sword Ghost’s claim that he had nothing to do with them.

“I’m thinking the same thing.”

Burren spoke with rare emotion, his usual composure absent.

“The Sword Ghost had multiple chances to capture us, yet he let us go every single time.”

He stroked his chin, noting it was the same as with Merlin.

“Aunt said something similar before. That he was stronger than her, but held back and left.”

Martha nodded, recalling that Aris had mentioned a similar story.

“Today too, he seemed delighted to see Raon.”

Lunan nodded as he looked at Raon.

“Hm?”
“You’re saying Lectar was pleased to see Raon?”
“How did you know that?”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen tilted their heads in confusion, noting that Lectar’s gaze had been cold.

“His expression showed pride.”

Lunan met everyone’s gaze and blinked slowly.

‘I’m certain of it.’

Because I struggle to express my own emotions, I can recognize it in others.
Lectar’s eyes had gleamed with approval and admiration as he looked at Raon—only for a brief moment, but unmistakably. His stepping forward must have been because of Raon.

“It doesn’t matter what the Sword Ghost is thinking.”

Mark Goeten placed his hand on his sword hilt and opened his eyes calmly.

“What matters now is safely escorting the Organization Master. Everyone, stay focused.”

He stood at the edge of the deck and began breathing steadily.

“Right. The Sword Ghost and Merlin—those are concerns for later. Don’t let your guard down until that ship appears.”

Rimer nodded calmly and gazed toward the horizon.

‘Still, I’m curious.’

Lectar clearly has a deep connection to Raon and Sylvia.
I have rough suspicions, but without concrete evidence, I can’t be certain.

“Dorian. How’s the ship?”
“Not good.”

Dorian exhaled a long sigh and adjusted the trembling helm.

“I’ve patched it with wooden boards as a temporary measure, but it won’t hold long. Even a minor impact could shatter it….”

He bit his lip as he spoke of the extremely dangerous situation.

“It breaks from even the slightest impact?”
“Is… is it that bad?”

The inspectors who had been driving timber into the water-leaking floor let out hollow sighs.

“We’ve taken breath attacks, collided with other ships, been pierced by rocks….”

Dorian lowered his head, admitting his piloting had been clumsy.

“It’s fine. We just need to hold out a little longer.”

Rimer wiped the cold sweat trickling down his forehead as he gazed forward.

‘Phew, keeping my senses fully open is no task for a human.’

Ever since Raon had begun his life-or-death battle, I had been maintaining my senses at maximum intensity to prepare for any contingency.

The aura depletion was severe, but my mental fortitude had reached its limit interpreting the countless streams of information flowing through my senses. My head felt as though it might shatter from within.

‘Still, I must endure.’

By maintaining my senses, I could identify enemy positions in advance and minimize the impact transmitted to the ship.

The call to endure was not just for the Gwangpung Corps, but a resolve I sent to myself. I had to persevere even unto death until we could transfer to another vessel.

“Haaah….”

It was as Rimer gazed at the endless flowing river with half-closed eyes.

From the west, a massive sailing ship that seemed out of place on the river filled his vision. It was a size that rivaled the Nambuk Alliance Leader’s warship Cheongryong, and a cute skull-emblazoned flag fluttered from the peak of its mast.

“She’s arrived! Cheongpung!”

The Cheongpung, the pirate ship of Aris Zigheart who is said to have circumnavigated the Sea. It was the final piece that Raon had prepared.

“Raon!”
“You’re safe!”
“We were about to come looking for you—you took so long!”

A middle-aged man with a completely bald head and an eye patch over his left eye waved from the bow of the Cheongpung.
It was Rabawin, the former Paragon Squad Master who bore the title of Pirate King. The swordsmen of Zigheart who had originally belonged to the Paragon Squad bowed their heads in greeting.

“Dorian. Full speed toward the Cheongpung.”
“Yes!”

Dorian chuckled and steered the ship toward where the Cheongpung was located.

Whoooosh.

Since the Cheongpung was also moving, the two vessels drew smoothly alongside each other before long.

“Rimer. Why are you so late!”

Rabawin lowered his head and furrowed his brow.

“You’re the Paragon Squad Master? You look like you crawled out of a tomb because you couldn’t stand being buried.”

Rimer laughed at the sight of Rabawin’s face.

“This is a concept! I’m forced to keep it up because of Aris!”

Rabawin lifted his eye patch and furrowed his brow.

“You’ve had it rough.”

Rimer nodded with a faint smile.

“First, transfer to the other ship. That one’s about to fall apart.”

Rabawin, with the eye of a seasoned sailor, assessed the condition of Dorian’s ship and gestured for them to transfer quickly.

“Wait.”

Rimer extended his perception to its maximum before transferring to the other ship.
Apart from small wild animals and fish in the river, he sensed nothing.

‘I can let it go now.’

No enemies appeared nearby, and with Rabawin, a Grand Master, standing right beside him, Rimer allowed the perception he’d been maintaining to settle.

“Ugh…”

His legs trembled as he reached his limit. Had he maintained it any longer, he might have truly collapsed.

“First squad, board first.”

Rimer forced a composed expression and pointed toward Cheongpung.

“Understood.”

Martha and the first squad members climbed aboard Cheongpung.

“No issues.”

They inspected the deck of Cheongpung and nodded, confirming everything was in order.

“Then the second squad will transfer Raon with the Saint…”

Rimer was about to give orders to Lunan and Gwangpung’s second squad.

“Enemy!”

Rabawin roared and leaped from the bow of the ship.

Splash!

At the same moment, the Evil Goat Demon wearing Baphomet’s helmet burst from the turbulent waves. Instead of his usual greatsword, he wielded an elongated longsword aimed directly at Raon’s heart.

Both Rabawin and Rimer were too late. The two men reached out their hands without even having time to draw their swords, but the river aura that erupted from the Evil Goat Demon’s greatsword was far faster.

Yet there was one person who moved as if reading that very momentum.

Lunan. She, who understood the Evil Goat Demon’s aura better than anyone else in this place, erected a wall of frost to block the surging energy bearing down upon them.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The frost wall, woven from pure energy, shattered as Lunan crashed onto the deck. Even as blood spilled from her lips, she refused to release her blade.

Boom!

The ship, pushed beyond its limits, finally split in two, and the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen plummeted into the river.

“Raon is safe!”

Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma, waved his hand while cradling Raon in his arms.

“Lunaaaan!”

The Evil Goat Demon shrieked and thrust his blade forward again, but Rimer and Rabawin, who had bought time thanks to Lunan’s sacrifice, intercepted him.

Clash!

The Evil Goat Demon spat blood and was hurled backward by the combined strike of Rimer and Rabawin.

“You filthy bastard!”
“I wondered why I couldn’t sense you! Siria Slion!”

Just as relief flooded everyone’s hearts at having blocked the hidden enemy, a furtive glimmer flashed from within the Evil Goat Demon’s shadow.

Whoosh!

Beorn, a swordsman with crimson eyes worn by emotion, pierced through the encirclement of Rimer and Rabawin and raised his blade.
The longsword, sharpened to a needle-like point, extended toward Raon, who rested in Pedrick’s embrace.

“No!”

Pedrick spread his hand to block the blade, but Beorn’s sword pierced through his arm and drove into Raon’s chest.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

In the instant the eerie blade pierced Raon’s skin, an invisible light bloomed from the ice flower bracelet he wore.

-Ahahahahaha! I’m completely revived!

Wrath erupted from the bracelet, bursting into maniacal laughter.

-Right now, the True Demon King will eat five boxes of mint chocolate… Huh?

The Demon King of Wrath blinked his round eyes as he watched the thin blade piercing through Raon’s chest.

-A sword? My chest? Wh… what is this! Why am I getting stabbed the moment I open my eyes!

Wrath grabbed the unconscious Raon by the collar and screamed.

-Raon Zigheart! What kind of trouble have you caused now!

Along with the Demon King’s shriek, silver steam rose above the river.

-Why is everything I see the moment I open my eyes so infuriating!

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