The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 712

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Chapter 712

“I have no intention of letting either of them go.”

I spoke with calm resolve and clenched my fists.

‘I must reach the North-South Alliance Headquarters before the war ends, no matter what.’

Normally, I wouldn’t need to concern myself with the war.
The Nambuk Alliance, ranked in the lower tiers even among the Six Emperors and Oma, would lose as predictably as fire burns.

But behind this incident, Derus Robert and Tacheon are moving.

Those despicable wretches are undoubtedly plotting something else.

‘And their target would be…’

The Head of House, undoubtedly.

The greatest obstacle to Derus Robert and Tacheon is the master of Zigheart himself—Glen Zigheart, known as the Thunder God.

They would certainly attempt to kill Glen Zigheart using this war as an opportunity, so I had to stop them by any means necessary.

‘And…’

I clicked my tongue softly and closed my eyes.

‘I cannot let Merlin die either.’

Even if I was exhausted by Merlin’s stalking, she had helped me tremendously.
She provided information about Eden and Oma, and she had saved my life on countless occasions—so this time, I had to be the one to save Merlin.

“Yeah!”

Garam nodded emphatically, as if to say we could accomplish both.

-Both at the same time?
‘Yes. I can do both now.’

I opened my eyes slowly and deliberately.

‘My wounds have healed, and I’ve organized my insights.’

Thanks to Garam’s treatment and Sloth, both external and internal injuries had completely recovered. The insights gained from my life-or-death duel with King Roman and the achievements realized in the Mental World had all become mine.

At this moment, I felt as though I could lose to no one and accomplish anything.

-What kind of growth is that! You’re not even worth the True Demon King’s claws!

Wrath squinted his left eye in displeasure.

‘You never even compared yourself to me. If I’m at the level of claws, haven’t I grown considerably?’

I smiled and waved my hand dismissively.

‘Thanks for the compliment.’
-No, it’s not a compliment! Not claws—the dirt beneath the claws!

Wrath shook his head vigorously, insisting it was absolutely not a compliment.

‘Sure, sure.’

Seeing him flustered like this only reinforced my conviction. The achievements I’d made were undoubtedly enough to astonish even a Demon Lord.

-Grr, your tone has become even more arrogant.
‘Wasn’t I always like this?’
-More! Even more arrogant!

Wrath pulled at his ear and bared his teeth.

-How is it that the more I see you, the less I like you….
‘Huh? I was planning to buy you ten boxes of mint chocolate as thanks for saving me when I return to the Family Estate.’
-You’re a handsome bastard, Raon!
‘…Handsome bastard?’
-Ah! I meant handsome!

That fool didn’t even remember the compliments that Lunan and Ensia spewed out like breathing—he just shouted “poop-compliment” instead.
I couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose or if his memory was simply lacking for a Demon Lord.

-Ten boxes of mint chocolate and even the True Demon King would acknowledge it….
‘Now be quiet for a moment.’

I pushed Wrath away as he clung to me and turned my gaze toward Garam.

“Garam. This is the Gazel River, right?”
“Yeah. The deepest part of the Gazel River.”

Garam nodded, saying that no one could find this place.

“From here, how far is it to where the woman is hidden and to the battlefield?”
“We’re here, the woman is here, and the battlefield is at this end.”

He drew a map using the water, showing where the Gazel River and the Rabel River connected.

-Quite a detour then.

Wrath squinted at the map. Just as he said, to find Merlin, I would have to take a roundabout path through the gorges.

-Still, couldn’t we go directly using that darkness creature’s sorcery?
‘That sorcery can only be used when returning to this nest. And Garam said so.’

Garam’s teleportation sorcery could only be used for returning. When leaving here, I would have to move on my own.

“There are many skulls here, and there’s a truly powerful human hiding in the river.”

Garam’s lips trembled as he pointed to the river where Merlin was hidden.

“I kept going further, but it doesn’t move.”
“That makes sense.”

The powerful human Garam spoke of was the Phantom Soul Ghost. It wouldn’t move from that area until it found Merlin.

“Don’t worry and guide us.”

I lightly patted Garam’s shoulder and smiled.

“I’ll take care of that bone husk.”

The Phantom Soul Ghost, which continuously resurrected and commanded undead dragons, was an extraordinarily troublesome existence. It seemed best to completely annihilate it while I had the opportunity.

“Now… huh?”

As I was about to suggest we depart, I noticed my waist felt bare. I searched for the Soul Reaper Sword, but it was nowhere to be found.

“Garam, have you seen a red dagger anywhere?”
“A dagger?”

Garam tilted his head, clearly uncertain what I meant.

-It likely fell to the riverbed when you nearly died, the boy.

Wrath shook his head, explaining that the situation had been too urgent for anyone to pay attention to such details.

‘I see.’

Unfortunately, there was no time to search for the Soul Reaper Sword now. I would have to return for it after the war ended.

I secured the Heavenly Sword at my waist and departed from the Blue-haired Race’s Dwelling. Rising above the water’s surface where the sunlight was beginning to fade, I nodded to Garam.

“I’m counting on you for guidance. Let’s start with the masked woman first.”
“Got it!”

Garam nodded as if to say I could trust him, then surged forward.

Boom!

I kicked off the water’s surface in pursuit of Garam. My body felt weightless as I stretched endlessly forward.
Using sorcery, I caught up to Garam in an instant despite him having taken the lead.

“Huh?”

Garam looked up, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Wait, aren’t you going at maximum speed right now?”

The creature’s lips trembled as though seized by panic.

“Yes. Keep going at this pace.”

I nodded with a faint smile.

-Hey, at this pace….

Wrath drifted beside me, blinking his eyes.

-I could probably suck on a mint chocolate on the way, right?
‘Sigh….’

I exhaled deeply. Seeing that idiocy, I finally felt that Wrath had truly returned.

‘One year of mint chocolate confiscation.’
-Ack! N-No, I was just joking!
‘Two years of confiscation.’
-Kyaaaaaaack!

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“Ugh….”

Sylvia destroyed one more small warship before collapsing onto the shattered deck.

‘I can barely stand….’

Both my stamina and aura had reached their limits. My willpower could endure indefinitely, but my exhausted body made even swinging a sword feel impossible.

‘Did I push too hard?’

I had recklessly thrown myself into battle without hesitation to find Raon’s enemy. Of course, if I had to go back, I would do the same thing again.

‘The Nambeop Leader, the Beast Alliance Master, and Beorn.’

The three people who had the greatest impact on Raon’s death were those standing before me.
While the Nambeop Leader was unavoidable, I wanted to kill the Beast Alliance Master who ordered the attack and Beorn who pierced Raon with my own hands. No—I had to be the one to kill them.

‘Where could they possibly be?’

As Sylvia Zigheart bit her lip and turned her gaze, a massive black warship rose between the Nambuk Alliance vessels.
It was comparable in size to the Nambeop Leader’s warship, the Cheongryong.

‘That ship….’

I swallowed hard and infused my eyes with aura. My vision expanded dramatically, and I could see an old man standing at the bow of the black warship.

Ash-white hair, a muscular body carved from stone, and a long spear gripped in his hand—it matched perfectly with the appearance of Helgurum, the Beast Alliance Master of the Nambuk Alliance, whom I had heard about upon arriving here.

“That bastard….”

Sylvia Zigheart rose to her feet. The moment she saw Raon’s killer, the dying embers of rage ignited anew, and a vast torrent of mana erupted from her artificial core.

‘He’s wounded too.’

Helgurum still bore bandages across his entire body from wounds sustained in his battle with Lectar. This was my chance to capture him.

Crash!

Sylvia Zigheart destroyed her warship and descended into the river. Unlike before, she ignored all other vessels and advanced solely toward Helgurum’s ship.

Boom!

She disregarded the endless barrage of magic cannons, arrows, and harpoons raining down upon her.
Even as flesh tore and bones shattered in agony, she focused only on running forward, ascending onto the Beast Alliance Master’s warship.

“You are….”

Helgurum narrowed his eyes as he beheld Sylvia Zigheart’s golden hair, drenched crimson like red silk with blood.

“Golden hair and red eyes. Sylvia Zigheart.”

He curled his lips into a mocking sneer.

“Why did you come here? Do you wish to follow your son?”
“Helgurum!”

As Sylvia Zigheart charged forward with a roar that pierced the air, the black-haired swordsman standing to Helgurum’s right burst ahead to intercept her.

Crash!

The black-haired swordsman’s aura, erected like a wall, violently repelled Sylvia Zigheart backward.

“Ugh…”

Sylvia Zigheart was thrown back, spitting blood onto the deck.

“Your son at least knew his place, but you fall short of even that.”

Helgurum clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Of course.”

Sylvia Zigheart rose to her feet, her lips bleeding from where she had bitten them.

“My son is far superior to someone like me!”

She gripped her sword with both hands and poured forth every ounce of aura she possessed.

Boom!

Yet Sylvia Zigheart’s blade strike was once again halted before the black-haired swordsman, unable to advance.

“Am I invisible to you?”

The black-haired swordsman shook his head with a cold smile.

“Get out of my way!”
“Hah, this is the first time I’ve been disrespected since receiving the name of Baekun.”

He furrowed his brow as though utterly bewildered.

“Baekun?”

Sylvia trembled as she repeated the name Baekun Chaejoo under her breath.

‘Baekun Chaejoo… so that’s who it is.’

His aura had been so faint that I hadn’t recognized him.

Baekun Chaejoo was a Grand Master of considerable renown even within the Nambuk Alliance. I never imagined he would be escorting Helgurum in a place like this, rather than on the central battlefield.

But that wasn’t the only problem. Several Master-tier warriors flanked Helgurum as well.

“Haah…”

Sylvia was driven backward, exhaling a turbid breath.

‘A mistake.’

Even with all my strength, I couldn’t defeat such an opponent, yet I had been blinded by vengeance and failed to consider the consequences.
The power I had summoned through rage began to dissipate rapidly.

“Already at your limit?”

Helgurum’s lips curled into a frigid smile as he turned his gaze away.

“When you go now, your son will be waiting for you, so at least you won’t be lonely.”

He flicked his hand toward Baekun Chaejoo, signaling him to finish it.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Sylvia charged at Helgurum, grinding her teeth until they nearly shattered.

“It’s over.”

As Baekun Chaejoo moved to sever Sylvia’s neck, a colorless sword strike flashed brilliantly.

Boom!

A tremendous explosion erupted, driving Baekun Chaejoo backward until his back struck the railing.

“W-who are you?!”

As Baekun Chaejoo’s jaw trembled and he lifted his gaze, Karun Zigheart descended onto the deck.

“So this is where all the honor-blind trash gathered?”

Karun Zigheart’s crimson eyes fell upon Baekun Chaejoo with cold disdain.

“O-older brother.”
“Fool. Step back.”

He furrowed his brow with contempt and positioned himself before Baekun Chaejoo.

“Y-you are Karun…!”
“Silence.”

As Karun’s blade flickered, blood erupted from Baekun Chaejoo’s chest.

“Do not speak my name with the mouth of trash.”

He withdrew his blade with an elegant grace, as though merely sipping tea alone.

“Ugh!”

Baekun Chaejoo staggered backward, pressing his hand against the wound on his chest to stanch the bleeding.

“Not even a squid, yet he clings to any light, begging to be killed.”

Helgurum stepped forward with a satisfied expression, twisting his lips into a sneer.

“Your face is as ugly as your character.”

Karun’s eyes narrowed as though regarding filthy refuse.

“Every last one of you Zigheart whelps has such a foul mouth!”

It was the moment Helgurum thrust his spear toward Karun.

Crash!

Aris Zigheart, who had been protecting the Zigheart swordsmen during Glen Zigheart’s battle with the Nambeop Leader, tore through space and materialized atop the ship’s bow.

“Well, well.”

Aris looked down at Helgurum with a twisted smile playing across her lips.

“So you’re the bastard who did this?”

She drew her sword, emanating such a vicious killing intent that the river itself seemed to recoil.

“Aris Zigheart….”

Helgurum’s expression hardened as well—he did not regard Aris as an opponent to be taken lightly.

“Where is this bastard Beorn? Is it you?”

Aris fixed Baekun Chaejoo with a ferocious glare.

“N-No, it wasn’t me….”

Baekun Chaejoo’s jaw trembled as he wilted beneath the overwhelming pressure of Aris’s aura.

“Bring that bastard Beorn here too. I’ll chew you both to dust without leaving a single bone.”
“Beorn is not here.”

Helgurum shook his head slowly.

“After assassinating Raon Zigheart, he never returned to the Nambuk Alliance.”

He shook his head, indicating that Beorn had not been seen even within the Nambuk Alliance itself.

“Ah! So you’re hiding him?”

Aris let out a cold laugh and shook her head.

“But here’s the problem—we came here to annihilate the Nambuk Alliance itself. Hiding him won’t help. We’ll find and kill every last one of you.”

She gestured to Karun and Sylvia Zigheart behind her.

“Sylvia. You can still do this, right? Revenge is something one must carry out with their own hands.”
“Yes. I can.”

Sylvia Zigheart bit her blood-soaked lips and took her place alongside Aris Zigheart and Karun.

“Let’s show them just how mad the Zigheart siblings can be!”

Aris Zigheart shattered the deck beneath her feet as she charged at Helgurum. Sylvia Zigheart nodded and rushed after her.

“Leave me out of this.”

Karun furrowed his brow and thrust his blade toward Baekun Chaejoo.

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The Western Canyon of Rabel River.

What should have been filled only with the churning waves now flowed with undead monsters composed of bleached bone, moving like a river current. The undead ceaselessly turned their gaze, searching for something as they encircled the entire gorge.
The undead continuously swept their gaze about, as if searching for something, and had completely surrounded the Gorge.

“Damn it!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost, who had been observing the undead, ground his teeth and slammed his fist down.

‘Merlin.’

Where in the world could she be?

After Merlin vanished into foam, I had searched the entire river, yet not a trace of her could be found anywhere.

Gargoyles and Wraiths flew through the sky, skeletons wandered the earth, and Sharkmol and Ebi moved through the river waters—yet not a single strand of Merlin’s hair had been discovered.

All that had been found was the broken mask of the Old Woman that Merlin had been wearing.

‘I should have captured Raon Zigheart…’

Merlin must be quietly recovering from her wounds right now, waiting for me to disappear.
If I had managed to capture Raon, I could have summoned that damned woman, but the fact that he’s dead left a bitter taste in my mouth.

‘Damn it!’

Just as the Phantom Soul Ghost couldn’t contain his frustration and was pounding his chest, a signal came from Sharkmol, who was in the river.

‘If it’s something useless again, I’ll tear his head off.’

Clenching his fist, he connected his vision with Sharkmol’s.

Whoosh!

Blue luminescent droplets rose from the empty river water.

‘Why would he show me this… wait. Hold on!’

He was about to turn away, thinking it was useless, when he recalled the droplets that had appeared when Merlin vanished.
Looking again, they bore the same color.

‘Found her! There!’

He didn’t know how she was hiding there, but Merlin was definitely in that location.

“Finally, I’ve got you.”

The Phantom Soul Ghost curled his lips into a sinister smile. Just as he was about to ride the true dragon into the river where Merlin was hiding, a faint sound of footsteps crossing the water’s surface reached his ears.

Crack.

At that quiet sound, the Phantom Soul Ghost instinctively turned his gaze.

A golden-haired, red-eyed swordsman was approaching from the end of the gorge.
He walked across the river water as if it were solid ground, not even creating a ripple. There was something mystical about his presence, as though he didn’t truly exist in this place.

“Raon Zigheart?”

The one who was reported dead was walking perfectly fine toward the location where Merlin was hiding.

“Kahahahahaha!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost clutched his head as maniacal laughter erupted from his throat.

“Perfect! I can devour both of those wretches whole!”

As he gestured with a sinister chuckle, the undead monsters that had been prowling the sky, earth, and river surged toward him.

Uuuuuuung!

The Phantom Soul Ghost summoned a second true dragon from the subspace, as if that alone were insufficient.

Kuoooooo!

A true red dragon, enveloped in dark mana, unfurled its colossal wings and soared into the heavens.

“Spreading rumors of your death, yet still indulging in such petty tricks. How delightfully consistent.”

The Phantom Soul Ghost, now ascending alongside two true dragons, gazed down upon Raon with a twisted smile.

“Did you hide Merlin as well?”
“…”

Raon remained silent, his gaze fixed only upon the depths of the river below.

“Excellent. I had no intention of sparing you anyway! I shall turn you and Merlin into puppets that torment each other!”

At a snap of his fingers, the vast undead army that blanketed the sky, earth, and river descended upon Raon.

Uuuuuuung!

The Phantom Soul Ghost, cognizant of Raon’s prowess, showed no carelessness, commanding the true dragons to unleash their breath attacks.

Kugugugugu!

Both true dragons simultaneously unleashed torrents of breath ablaze with dark mana.

Thud.

Raon remained unfazed even as the tidal wave of undead legions and the breath attack bore down upon him. Instead, he stepped forward and drew the Heavenly Sword.

Shiiiiing!

The Heavenly Sword surged forward as a brilliant flash of light.
Each time a golden arc—as though imbued with the sun’s own flames—swept from left to right, every undead creature in its path was obliterated without so much as a bone fragment remaining.

Claaaang!

The moment the Heavenly Sword’s blade cleaved through the pitch-black breath and grazed past the Phantom Soul Ghost, his head severed cleanly from his body.

“If you wish to capture me…”

I watched the Phantom Soul Ghost’s corpse sink into the river waters, my blade descending without a single drop of blood upon it.

“Then bring an actual dragon next time.”

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