The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 714

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Chapter 714

“Hmm….”

I tilted my head while gazing out at the vast Rabel River.
Following Garam’s guidance, I had arrived at the battlefield where Zigheart and the North-South Alliance were supposedly clashing, yet all I saw was the river flowing peacefully.

“Why, why isn’t anyone here?”

Garam also appeared bewildered, blinking as he scanned the river in all directions.

“They were definitely fighting here! I’m telling you the truth!”

He gestured wildly, insisting he had witnessed it himself.

“I know. The battle did happen here.”

I shook my head while observing the wooden planks floating on the river’s surface.
Those planks were fragments from warship decks, so a massive battle had undoubtedly taken place in this location.

“I’ll go ask around!”

Garam dove into the river, determined to gather information from the fish living in these waters.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Garam descend into the depths of the river.

‘Zigheart definitely pushed forward.’

Zigheart’s military strength ranked among the highest of the Six Emperors Five Demons.
Even if the North-South Alliance leveraged the geographical advantage of the river, they were no match in direct confrontation.

Yet I couldn’t afford to be complacent.

Derus Robert would surely be considering how to turn this disadvantageous situation to his advantage.

‘Where could they have gone?’

I spread my senses wide, but felt no trace of mana—they had drifted far beyond my reach.

‘Wrath.’

I flicked my finger toward Wrath, who was surveying the river.

‘Can you sense where the battle is taking place?’
-Faintly, but I feel it in that direction.

Wrath raised his round hand and pointed upstream along the Rabel River.
He seemed to understand the gravity of the situation, responding with unusual directness rather than his typical demeanor.

‘That’s quite far….’

If Wrath described it as faint, the battle was undoubtedly raging at a considerable distance.
Based on the location, it appeared to be the North-South Alliance Headquarters.

‘I need to prepare to depart immediately.’

As I calmed my senses while waiting for Garam to emerge, I felt a faint disturbance from the right riverbank.
Turning my gaze, I saw a middle-aged man in a water pirate’s garb rolling across the gravel bed.

Splash.

I gently pushed the river water aside and approached the pirate.

“The Black Wolf Bandit Leader?”

The middle-aged man sprawled across the gravel was the Black Wolf Bandit Leader I had seen during the life-or-death duel with King Roman.
He bore a severe wound across his chest and stood at death’s threshold.

“Are you… Raon Zigheart?”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader lifted his eyes, exhaling a breath reeking of blood.

“You survived. Thank goodness. I’m… truly grateful….”

He spoke in fragmented breaths, a smile crossing his face.

“You’re grateful I’m alive?”

I hadn’t expected to hear such words from the Black Wolf Bandit Leader, so my brows furrowed involuntarily.

“The Demon King wished for you to return alive. When word came that you were dead, my heart felt hollow. Now, finally, that emptiness has been filled.”

He smiled without even paying attention to the wound on his own chest.

“What happened after I collapsed?”
“W-we have no time, so I’ll explain briefly. After word spread that you were dead, Zigheart declared war on the North-South Alliance. After that….”

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly explained everything that had transpired.

“…Since Ricuas’s cloth is connected to our headquarters, by now the war should be continuing at the North-South Alliance Headquarters.”
“Where is the one wearing the Blue Dragon Helmet?”
“He disappeared after you died. All contact was lost, and the Alliance Leader was furious.”

Unlike Tacheon, the Black Wolf Bandit Leader shook his head, saying he had no contact with the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior.

“I see.”

I nodded heavily.

‘Now I understand the full situation.’

I regretted not extracting information from the Phantom Soul Ghost before killing him, fearing he might escape, but thanks to the Black Wolf Bandit Leader, I could now clearly grasp how events were unfolding.

Only Zigheart and the North-South Alliance were engaged in this war, and currently Zigheart was overwhelming them with superior force.

-Hehehehe!

Wrath nodded quickly, as if he’d expected as much.

-The True Demon King’s subordinates are here, so victory is inevitable!

He drew an arrogant smile, the opposite of someone sighing in relief.

‘I was never worried about the war from the start. The real problem is….’

It’s Derus Robert, after all.

Thanks to the Black Wolf Bandit Leader’s testimony that there was no contact from the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman, I gained a clearer understanding of what Derus was thinking.

‘He will definitely target the Head of House.’

Derus would surely stab Glen in the back while the war raged on, deceiving even the Nambeop Leader himself.

‘That’s the only way to create the situation he desires.’

The only person who could be said to be definitively stronger than Derus Robert was Glen Zigheart alone.
If the Head of House disappeared, it would be his world, so his scheme was painfully obvious.

‘I suppose….’

I gazed at the gently flowing river and clicked my tongue.

‘I need to change my plan.’
-Change what plan?
‘I initially intended to join the battlefield quickly and end this war, but I need to think further ahead.’

If I appeared on the battlefield, Derus Robert would abandon his plan to target Glen and return to the Robert Family, remaining inactive for some time.

That was absolutely not what I wanted.

‘I need to turn his plan against him and expose his mask.’

Derus would attempt to target Glen directly, making this war the perfect opportunity to reveal his true identity.

“Raon Zigheart.”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader’s lips trembled as he weakly raised his hand.

“Survive. You are proof that the Demon King once lived in this world….”

He left behind words urging me to become the strongest warrior on the Continent, then his hand fell.
His eyes remained open, but no more breath came from him.

“….”

I carefully closed the Black Wolf Bandit Leader’s eyes and rose to my feet.

“Raon! I found where he went!”

Garam rushed to the river bank, waving his hand.

“Garam.”

I approached Garam and extended my hand.

“I have a request that might be really dangerous. Can you help me?”
“Yes!”

Garam grasped my hand without a moment’s hesitation.

“Because we’re friends!”

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Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The Zigheart warship cut through the river waters, advancing toward the gap in the barrier that Glen had carved open.

Of course, the North-South Alliance didn’t remain idle. They fired magical cannons from atop the water’s castle wall, blocking Zigheart’s approach.

Whiiiing!

As dozens of magical cannon shells descended toward the warship, the executives of Zigheart moved into action.

Swoooosh!

The slashes unleashed by Aris, Karun, Sheryl, and Rimer split the incoming shells asunder.

Boom!

A powerful explosion erupted in the void, and fierce waves surged upward, but the Zigheart warship did not stop.

The Gwangpung Corps’ vessel moved forward to meet the rain of arrows pouring down behind the magical cannons.

Whoooosh!

The Gwangpung Style unleashed by the swordsmen in formation created a barrier of wind that pushed back the arrows.
Stripped of their force by the wind, the arrows fell helplessly onto the river’s surface.

Behind them, magical cannon fire and arrows continued to rain down like a storm, but they all dissipated before Sheryl and Rimer’s blade strikes.

“Keep going.”
“Never stop!”

At Rimer and Sheryl’s command, the Gwangpung Corps’ vessel crossed the North-South Alliance’s castle wall first, as if fear held no sway over them.

“Yes!”

Dorian also gripped the helm with renewed strength, overcoming the terror of war.

Crash!

The Gwangpung Corps’ vessel ultimately smashed through the harbor and drove into the North-South Alliance Headquarters before anyone else.

Screech!

Sheryl, Trevin, and Rimer stepped onto the harbor and raised their blades.

Slash!

The fierce slashes of the three tore through the North-South Alliance warriors who had taken defensive positions in front of the harbor like paper.

“Heavenly Sword Squad!”
“Cheoljeon Unit! Advance immediately!”
“Sweep them all away!”

At the command of Sheryl, Trevin, and Rimer, all the swordsmen aboard the vessel climbed onto the harbor.

“Charge!”

As Burren Zigheart charged toward the North-South Alliance Headquarters, the Gwangpung Corps pursued from behind, deploying the Gwangpung Formation.
The crisp winds of the Gwangpung Style pushed at their backs.

“Stop them!”
“Don’t let a single step past this point!”

The North-South Alliance warriors desperately drew their auras to maximum capacity, blocking the path.

“You damned bastards!”

Martha screamed in fury and rushed forward, bringing her blade crashing down.
The Titan’s aura, swollen to more than double its size by her berserk state, descended toward the harbor’s axis.

Boom!

The outer edge of the harbor crumbled, and the North-South Alliance warriors standing upon it vomited blood as they were hurled in all directions.

“Break through!”

Burren Zigheart, consumed by fury that surpassed even Martha’s, unleashed a cutting wind. The frigid gale he unleashed mercilessly shredded the warriors emerging from within to provide support.

“….”

A chilling murderous intent rose above Lunan Slion’s violet eyes. As she drew Seolhwa downward, silver frost petals scattered into the air.

Slash!

Red lines appeared on the necks of the bandits as the flower of cold passed through them, and their heads fell clean off.
Yet no blood sprayed forth. The wounds themselves were frozen solid in icy blue.

Crash!

Mark Goeten’s blade thundered as it toppled buildings, and the bandits struck by Yua’s voice dropped their weapons and clutched their heads, screaming.

“Move aside.”
“Pathetic wretches!”

The fortress leaders who appeared to be the strongest among the North-South Alliance’s mountain strongholds stepped forward with their subordinates.

“How dare you brats come to this place!”
“Sweep them all away!”

Yet the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen did not retreat before their formidable opponents. Indifferent to their doubled numbers and the bandit leader’s superior martial prowess, they swung their blades relentlessly.

The Gwangpung Corps transmuted their rage, sorrow, and despair into devastating force, overwhelming the North-South Alliance’s warriors.
They carved a path even deeper than the Heavenly Sword Squad, Zigheart’s finest.

“Push through to the end!”

Rimer’s expression twisted into something demonic as he severed the throats of the Alliance warriors. His crimson hair, darkened by blood, fell across his face as he roared.

“Here, we avenge Raon’s enemies!”

At the word “enemies,” the eyes of the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen blazed with cold, murderous intent.

Roooaaarrr!

As the Gwangpung Corps unleashed sharper blade strikes and pressed deeper into the Alliance’s ranks, Dranos, the Nambeop Leader, rose to his feet. He aimed his Sea Dragon Spear at the Gwangpung Corps and drove it down with crushing force.

Craaaaaash!

Just as a water dragon erupted from the spear’s blade to devour the Gwangpung Corps, a crimson lightning bolt descended, snapping the dragon’s neck.

“Dranos. Look at me.”

Glen Zigheart gazed down upon Dranos and drew the True Demon Sword in a diagonal slash.
The remaining water barrier was torn asunder, and the North-South Alliance Headquarters revealed itself completely.

Craaaaaash!

The Zigheart swordsmen spread wide and began encircling the North-South Alliance Headquarters.
The Alliance’s warriors, outmatched in power, were swiftly driven back.

However, seasoned warriors emerged from the right building of the North-South Alliance, blocking the path. They were the Elder Council.

Though few in number, each was a formidable master, and the Zigheart swordsmen’s advance began to slow.

“Damn it!”

Dranos stood on the severed Castle Wall, biting his lip.

“Eden and Shadow were involved too, so why are we the only ones getting hammered!”

He displayed genuine frustration as he watched the swordsmen breach even the Elder Council, the last bastion of defense.

“Don’t worry.”

Glen Zigheart approached Dranos and shook his head.

“I’ll erase Eden, Shadow, and the White Blood Cult one by one.”

He raised his True Heavenly Sword, declaring he would overlook nothing.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Crimson lightning blazed across Glen’s entire body. The bolts that engulfed the sky, earth, and river itself flowed back into his flesh, releasing an aura of such majesty it shook the entire Continent.

“You are first.”

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White Whale Headquarters. Heekyuk Je’s Office.

Erio, the Organization Master of the White Cat Squad, knelt before Heekyuk Je.

“The battlefield has shifted to the North-South Alliance Headquarters. With Glen Zigheart and Dranos clashing directly, it appears the end is near.”

She bowed her head while reporting the current state of war between Zigheart and the Nambuk Alliance.

“What of the other factions?”

Heekyuk Je watched as Ariel spread her fingers and tilted her chin.

“No response yet. The Black Tower and Holy Sword Association aren’t even paying attention, and the White Blood Cult and Eden show no signs of movement. As for Shadow, they’ve vanished entirely. It’s already a finished fight.”

Erio smacked her lips, sensing that the war would end with the North-South Alliance’s defeat.

“You’ve done well. Let me know immediately if anything else happens.”
“Yes!”

As she waved her hand, Erio bowed and left the office.

“So it ends with the North-South Alliance’s defeat….”

Ariel traced her fingertips before lifting her leg.
She retrieved the prophecy book wedged against her thigh—the Sun and Moon Scripture—and placed it on the desk.

‘I need to verify this for certain.’

While it was highly likely the war would end with Zigheart’s victory as Erio suggested, the words of that man who had visited before gnawed at her mind.

Whisper.

Ariel slowly opened the tome. As she turned through pages filled with lyrical passages, her hand stopped at a bloodstained, torn page.

‘Raon Zigheart.’

This crimson page was the demonic record that had emerged when she read Raon’s destiny. Even now, it sent chills down her spine.

‘This man is dead?’

She honestly didn’t believe it, but his absence until now suggested it was true.

‘What a waste.’

Though she had suffered much at Raon’s hands, she had found him useful in many ways, so there was a hint of regret.

“Sigh.”

Ariel exhaled softly and opened a blank page.
She bit her finger and let blood drip onto the Sun and Moon Scripture.

Thud.

A subtle current of air shimmered above the pristine white paper, as delicate as Ariel’s own skin. Viscous droplets of blood began to slowly stain the blank page crimson.

A deep, resonant hum filled the air.

She cleared her mind of countless thoughts, focusing solely on Glen Zigheart and Dranos, and the battlefield where their two forces clashed.

Ariel’s soul, knocking upon the gates of heaven, resonated with the crimson-soaked pages of the Sun-Moon Scripture. Scarlet blood began to write of its own accord.

Ariel let the vision of war she had drawn in her mental world fade away, then slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils darkened as she examined the book.

[The God of Lightning sleeps beneath the river’s current, and the burning blade shatters into countless fragments. The Northern wind remains cold, yet none remain to endure its chill.]

Ariel murmured the verses inscribed in blood, then leaned back deeply into her chair.

“The Northern Destruction King falls, and Zigheart crumbles.”

She gazed upward at the darkening sky, her eyes closing slowly.

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