The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 718

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Chapter 718

“Haah….”

I lowered the Heavenly Sword and exhaled roughly. The sensation still lingered in my hands. It was my Spear-Bow Consecutive Strike that had severed Dranos’s neck.

“I-impossible.”

Dranos trembled as he touched his own neck, his lips quivering.

“I poured out every ounce of my power, yet how….”

He exhaled in disbelief that he could not block the Spear-Bow Strike even while wagering his life.

“To lose to such a mere boy…!”

As Dranos glared at me and was about to curse, the wound on his neck that he had been forcibly holding together tore open wide.

“Damn it….”

Crimson blood gushed from Dranos’s neck, and his head fell toward the riverbank where water and gravel met.

Thud!

The headless body of Dranos collapsed forward. The clear river water, transparent enough to see the bottom, turned crimson.

The Nambeop Leader Dranos, the king of bandits who had conquered Terucan Mountain and the Rabel River and wielded tremendous influence across the Central Continent, had finally met his end by my blade.

Perhaps no one expected Dranos to fall to my sword rather than Glen’s, for the aura waves that had erupted from all directions ceased. Everyone on the battlefield held their breath, their eyes fixed upon me.

“Raon….”

Sylvia’s hand trembled as she gripped her sword, and she lowered her head.
She seemed relieved that I had survived more than by the fact that Dranos had died, and she released a long breath.

“Is this crazy bastard seriously taking the lead role the moment he arrives?”

Martha wiped her eyes with a slightly damp fist, her hand trembling.

“It’s always been this way. That bastard always gets all the good stuff.”

Burren Zigheart laughed, saying it felt like I had finally returned.

“Our handsome Raon!”

Lunan Slion, too, seemed to have found stability at last, blinking with his usual stoic expression.

“Truly our nephew!”

Aris Zigheart held back the Beast Alliance Master Helgurum while giving a thumbs up, as if to say I had done well.

With the death of the Nambeop Leader, both the Gwangpung Corps and the Zigheart swordsmen regained their composure. Their blades now carried the steadfast spiritual energy of the Northern Region.

“M-Master!”

Helgurum trembled as he stared at the corpse of Dranos, whose head had been severed.

“No, this cannot be….”
“Master!”
“No….”
“How could Dranos fall in this river….”

The executives and subordinates of the North-South Alliance could not tear their eyes from Dranos’s corpse, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.

“That stupid fool!”

The White Blood Cult Master gnashed her teeth as she glared at Dranos’s head submerged in the river.

“Now it’s your turn!”
“I’ll crush you like a mosquito!”

King Lecross and Ogram pierced through the wavering White Blood Cult Master’s defenses, unleashing a grand sword strike and a heavy fist blow.

“Ugh….”

The White Blood Cult Master’s hands trembled as she was driven backward, her back slamming against a tree.

“Sigh, the situation grows increasingly dire,” Tacheon muttered, clicking his tongue as he observed the White Blood Cult Master recoiling from the impact.

Tacheon watched the White Blood Cult Master bounce backward, letting out a brief click of his tongue.

“Worry about yourself!” Chamber snapped back.

Chamber crunched on a candy while unfurling a veil of mana—a net designed to suppress the mana that Tacheon wielded.

“Hmm…”

Tacheon’s eyes narrowed as he watched the mana net closing in on him.

“This will take some time to unravel,” he remarked, rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue.

He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue.

“Who said you’d get the chance? You’re dying in there!”

Chamber seized the opportunity, launching crimson and azure spheres across the net that ensnared Tacheon.

Boom!

Derus Robert showed no surprise at Dranos’s death. With calm, measured eyes, he focused on evading the relentless assault from Ifrit and Elaim, as though waiting for something.

“Raon Zigheart!”

Helgurum turned his back, stamping the ground with ferocious intent as he lunged toward the exhausted Raon Zigheart.

“I’ll kill you!”
“Not so fast!”

Aris Zigheart leaped through space, positioning herself beside Helgurum in an instant.

Slash!

Her spatial blade severed Helgurum’s right arm in one fluid motion.

“Argh!”

Helgurum screamed and collapsed forward, black blood spilling from his lips as internal injuries ravaged his body.

“Finally, an opening.”

Aris Zigheart drove her blade into Helgurum’s back, proving she had not wasted a single year of her life.

“Cough…”

Helgurum’s spear slipped from his grasp before he could reach me.

Thud.

I approached Helgurum and looked down at him.

“I… I will never forgive you…”
“Forgive me for what?”

I tilted my head as I met his gaze.

“Insulting Roman, attacking me—these were all choices you made.”
“Ah…”

Helgurum’s lips trembled as he faced the cold emptiness in my eyes.

“We did not destroy the North-South Alliance. You did. It would be no exaggeration to call it self-destruction.”

I drew the Heavenly Sword down with a bitter smile.

“Ah…”

Helgurum uttered his final cry and his head fell. Like Dranos before him, he died without ever closing his eyes.

“…My apologies.”

I bowed my head to Aris Zigheart.

“Even in this moment, watching him blame others—I could not contain myself.”

Helgurum faced the life-or-death duel with integrity, and even insulted Roman, who had acknowledged his own defeat.
I was far more infuriated by my duel being reduced to nothing than by the ambush itself.

-Damn it all!

Wrath’s face flushed crimson as he unleashed a primal scream toward the heavens.

‘Why are you suddenly…?’
-Why?! Because you killed two Transcendents, that’s why! I have no idea what kind of rewards are about to pour down! What are we going to do about this?!
‘It shouldn’t be much. I only exerted myself at the very end.’
-That cursed system showers everything on you alone! It would’ve given you everything just for landing the final blow, I’m certain of it!

He gnashed his teeth, insisting he should have blocked the final strike itself.

-Arghhhhhh!
“It’s alright.”

As Wrath threw his tantrum alone, Aris Zigheart approached from the side and shook her head.

“I can forgive everything just because you came back alive.”

She said nothing else mattered and pulled me into a tight embrace. The turbulent emotions subsided in the cool ocean breeze that emanated from her crimson hair.

“Aris…”
“You don’t need to call me that anymore.”

Aris’s shoulders trembled—she had clearly worried herself sick all this time.

“Aunt. Thank you.”

I grasped Aris’s trembling shoulders and called her aunt.

“Kyaaaaaah! I finally heard it!”

Aris laughed and bounced with joy, forgetting they were still on a battlefield.

“Ahem!”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat and turned his gaze away.

“This is a battlefield. The war is far from over.”

He narrowed his brow, gesturing toward Derus Robert.

“The most dangerous one remains.”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes grew sharp as he watched Derus Robert effortlessly deflect the combined assault of Ifrit and Elaim.

“That monster’s recovery ability is abnormal.”

He furrowed his brow, noting that Derus Robert’s regenerative power transcended human limits.

“Surely he hasn’t healed his internal injuries too?”

Aris Zigheart followed Glen’s gaze and exhaled sharply.

“Death aura combined with such recovery ability… I wonder if he’s even human anymore.”

She shook her head, equally bewildered.

“Hmm…”

I furrowed my brow as I watched Derus Robert swiftly heal the sword wound across his abdomen.

‘What is that ability?’

In my past life, Derus Robert possessed no such recovery power.
Like everyone else, his wounds had taken considerable time to heal. I had no idea where he’d acquired such an ability.

‘He’s even healing internal injuries…’

Even monsters with exceptional regenerative abilities like trolls required substantial time to heal internal damage.
Yet Derus Robert was enduring Ifrit and Elaim’s relentless assault while recovering not just external wounds, but internal injuries as well.

Even now, he was shedding frozen and burned flesh, restoring his strength. It was less like watching a human battle spirits and more like witnessing a monster clash with them.

—Hmm…

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he observed Derus Robert’s movements.

-Where have I seen that before?
‘Seen it?’
-Indeed. The aura of death is one thing, but that regenerative ability is certainly not human.

Wrath shook his head, remarking that the creature was peculiar.

‘Could it be a Demon Race member?’
-That doesn’t seem to be it either….

Wrath smacked his lips, saying he couldn’t quite recall.

‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’

Raon shook his head and stepped forward.

‘I can just ask him after I capture him.’

With Glen Zigheart and Aris, along with two Spirit Kings at their side, even against Derus Robert, victory seemed assured.

“Let’s finish this quickly.”

Glen Zigheart gave a light nod and approached Derus Robert.

“Yes.”

Raon followed behind him alongside Aris.

A deafening roar erupted!

Derus Robert collided Ifrit’s crimson flames with Elaim’s lunar water, using the impact to slip free.
It was remarkable that he could think so clearly while sandwiched between two Spirit Kings.

“Hah….”

Derus Robert tilted his sword, wreathed in the aura of death, downward and exhaled a shallow breath.

“Are you planning to attack us as well?”

He whistled as he looked at Raon, Glen Zigheart, and Aris standing behind Ifrit and Elaim.

“I won’t kill you just yet.”

Glen narrowed his gaze at Derus Robert, his eyes sharp and calculating.

“There’s far too much I need to ask you.”

He declared he would never let this opportunity slip away, leveling the Heavenly Sword at his opponent.

“Ifrit, keep attacking. Siyan, take defensive positions.”
“Understood. Um, Elaim, I’m counting on you….”

As Siyan lowered her fingertips, Elaim retreated backward and constructed an orb composed of moonwater.

“Be careful. That man is no ordinary foe. He’s even commandeering my crimson flames!”

Ifrit’s pride wounded, his expression darkened with displeasure.

“Thank you.”

Raon nodded and turned his attention toward Glen.

“We’re ready.”
“Then let’s go.”

Just as Glen moved to close in on Derus Robert—

A deafening roar tore through the sky.

A colossal flash of lightning descended from the storm-laden heavens, splitting the space between Derus Robert and Glen asunder.

Crackling electricity surged violently.

From within the sparking clouds emerged a titanic dragon of golden radiance, vast enough to blot out the sky itself. It was the Dragon Lord.

[Cease this war!]

The Dragon Lord’s overwhelming will descended upon the battlefield once more, and the fervor of combat stilled.

[I made myself abundantly clear—I cannot permit any further disruption of the balance.]

He shot a fierce intent at Glen, as if genuinely enraged.

“Didn’t I say it already?”

Glen looked up at the Dragon Lord, his eyes gleaming with cold sharpness.

“Interfere once more, and I’ll kill you first.”
[So you’re rejecting the toast of honor and drinking the penalty drink instead?]
“It seems you don’t know who offered that toast.”

He sneered at the Dragon Lord, who was laboring under a grave misunderstanding.

“Hmm….”

I examined Glen and the Dragon Lord in turn, my lips pressing together.

‘This is bad.’

Glen was currently suffering from serious internal injuries. If he fought not only Derus Robert but also the Dragon Lord, it could spell disaster. I had to prevent that at all costs.

“Wait, please.”

I raised my hand and stepped forward, meeting the gazes of the Dragon Lord and Glen while fixing my eyes on Derus Robert.

“The entire cause of this war stems from that man wearing the dragon helm.”

I pointed my finger at Derus Robert.

“If we deal with him alone, there will be no more wars like this. Please, just step back this once.”

Dragons were guardians who maintained the balance of this world. It was likely he possessed information about the current situation, so there was a high chance he would listen.

[So you’re the one who killed Kaibar.]

The Dragon Lord twisted his massive eyes and looked down at me.

“That’s correct. But that is….”
[Yes. It’s not a crucial factor in the current situation. However….]

He shook his head calmly.

[It is impossible.]
“Why on earth….”
[In just these few days, transcendents have collided repeatedly, and the world’s balance has been severely destabilized. If any greater force is exerted beyond this point, it will become irreparable.]

The Dragon Lord turned his gaze toward the distant north.

[The glaciers in the north have melted, the color of the South Sea has changed drastically, and the mountains in the Central Region continue to crumble. I cannot permit any further warfare.]
“But if we let that bastard live, an even greater war will break out!]

Raon stepped forward, urging him to reconsider.

[It is impossible.]

The Dragon Lord furrowed his brow, refusing once more.

“I never thought I’d survive like this.”

Derus Robert chuckled, stroking the horns of his dragon helm.

“So you spare me because we’re both dragons?”

He tilted his head mockingly at Glen and Raon.

“Surely you don’t….”

Raon looked up at the Dragon Lord, biting his lip.

“Are you affiliated with Oma?”

Unless that were the case, there would be no reason to spare Derus from death. It was obvious to anyone that he was cornered now.

[Nonsense!]

The Dragon Lord revealed his anger, dismissing the words as absurd.

[Stop spouting useless drivel and withdraw. This is your final chance.]

He unleashed a savage surge of mana as if speaking from the depths of his conviction.

“You’ve been feeding on them, haven’t you.”

Glen Zigheart met the Dragon Lord’s enormous gaze, his expression hardening.

“The strongest race? You are nothing but a species overflowing with ugliness.”

He spat out his disgust and tightened his grip on the Heavenly Sword in his hand.

“Try to stop me if you dare. I’ll slaughter you first.”

Despite his internal injuries, Glen Zigheart beckoned them forward with a flick of his fingers, as if inviting them to come.

[Then I have no choice.]

As the Dragon Lord spread his wings, red and blue light flashed brilliantly, and four ancient dragons materialized behind him through spatial distortion. Each one towered larger than Kaibar.

Roooooooooar!

The Dragon Lord and the four ancient dragons opened their massive maws. Different colored radiance began pouring from their dark throats. Dragon’s Breath.

“Move!”
“Where do you think you’re going, leaving me behind?”

Chamber tried to approach Glen Zigheart, but Tacheon blocked her path, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Damn it!”
“Get lost, you pest!”
“When did you start following me around!”

King Lecross and Ogram were also pinned down by the White Blood Cult Master and unable to move.

“Ifrit! Siyan!”
“Understood!”
“Yes, yes!”

At Raon’s call, Ifrit and Elaim unleashed Crimson Flame and Lunar Water.
The torrents of fire and water formed a colossal barrier without interfering with each other, blocking the breath attack.

Kuwaaaaaa!

The Dragon Lord and four ancient dragons unleashed their breath without regard for the young Spirit King, as if dismissing her entirely.
Five torrents of magnificent radiance cascaded down like a waterfall connecting sky and earth.

“Damn it!”

Aris cursed under her breath as she sheathed her sword.

“Sword Realm Incarnation—Annihilation!”

The moment she gritted her teeth and drew her blade, the space connecting heaven and earth split asunder.

Crackle!

Yet the dragons’ breath was so devastatingly powerful that the wall created by the Spirit Kings and my Annihilation began to crack and give way.

…

Glen knew that the Spirit King and Aris were being pushed back, yet he did not turn around.
He understood precisely that the true danger now was not the dragons, but Derus Robert.

“If you keep this up, you’ll all die, won’t you?”

Derus Robert flicked his chin while keeping his arms crossed.

“I won’t run away. Why don’t you just hold the line for now?”

He turned his gaze toward me and licked his lips.

-That bastard is targeting you and the old man, he is.

Wrath narrowed the bridge of his nose, sensing a thick murderous intent.

‘I know.’

I nodded. Right now, Derus Robert was targeting both Glen and me simultaneously.

“That won’t do!”

Raon shook his head, his gaze fixed on Derus Robert.

“You must never take your eyes off that monster.”
“I know.”

Glen remained unshaken despite the urgent situation, his eyes growing calm and composed.

“I will handle this side.”

Raon gripped the Heavenly Sword tightly and turned around.

‘Using Apocalypse again could truly be dangerous, but…’

There was no choice.

Glen had to hold back Derus Robert. I could only block Breath with my own power.

“Haa…”

I was about to activate Apocalypse after catching my breath.

A sharp metallic ring pierced the air!

A pitch-black longsword fell from the sky, cleaving through the space where Breath and the Spirit King’s power clashed.

A thunderous explosion erupted!

The greatsword, which had simultaneously erased the power of Breth and the Spirit King, rose up as if alive, then flew to the right and was caught in a man’s grasp.

Burning crimson hair and eyes of an unsettling golden-yellow. Within a youthful and beautiful form dwelt an absolute transcendent swordmaster—the Holy Sword Master.

“The Holy Sword Master!”

The White Blood Cult Master’s face brightened with a radiant smile upon seeing the Holy Sword Master.

“You said you wouldn’t come, yet here you are—truly unpredictable.”

Tacheon shrugged his shoulders with evident delight.

“Well, well, isn’t this turning out to be quite entertaining?”

Derus Robert laughed with satisfaction, as though he had completely reversed the situation.

“….”

Glen Zigheart’s deeply sunken eyes trembled. This was the first time I had ever seen such an expression on his face.

“Damn it!”

Raon bit his lip.

‘How did it come to this….’

The Holy Sword Master was a powerhouse comparable to the Heavenly Demon in Oma, and the supreme swordsman capable of matching Glen Zigheart blade for blade.
I might somehow endure against the Dragon, but the Holy Sword Master was beyond reach.

There was no one on this battlefield who could contend with that monster.

Splash.

The Holy Sword Master walked across the quietly subsiding waves and took his place at the center of the battlefield.

“All of you, get out.”

He did not direct his sword at the Six Emperors, but rather at Oma and the Dragon.

“Glen Zigheart and Raon Zigheart are my prey.”

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