The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 72

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Chapter 72

“What are these insects?”

A man clad in orc warrior armor let out a sound like a beast growling. His gaze caught Burren and Lunan as they rushed down the hillside toward Sebu Village.

“They are… trainees from Zigheart.”

The Red-eyed Ghost, wearing a mask with eyes drawn upon it, answered while prostrating himself.

“Didn’t you say those brats had already left?”

Killing intent laced the man’s voice. It was a far cry from the cold and composed tone he had maintained until now.

“Y-yes, they definitely left. I confirmed it thoroughly before departing…”
“Then one of those bastards must have noticed you were tailing them. You incompetent fool!”

The man raised his foot and crushed the masked figure’s shoulder.

“Kgh!”

Despite one shoulder being mangled, the masked figure merely let out a thin whimper and did not move.

“Tch.”

The man clicked his tongue harshly and rose from the boulder.

The Zigheart trainees had already arrived at the village and were rushing toward the collapsing palisade.

“Are those the two?”

The man exhaled a turbid breath as he watched Lunan and Burren swiftly sever the orc that was toppling the palisade.

“No, it shouldn’t be them. There was a black-haired woman who was more exceptional than both of them.”
“Where is she?”
“I don’t see her anymore, so she’s likely hiding and observing from somewhere.”
“Hmm…”

A man clad in orc warrior armor folded his arms across his chest, gazing down upon the village below.

“They fight well.”

The Zigheart trainees formed their lines with precision, cleaving through every orc that dared scale the wooden palisade.

“These creatures won’t break through.”

He gestured with his chin toward the masked figure standing behind him in the shadows.

“Send the Green Warriors.”
“But sir? You said we wouldn’t touch Zigheart…”
“Do you truly believe those who recognized me simply returned empty-handed? They’ve already sent a request for reinforcements to their branch. Capturing that one is already beyond our reach. Our only option is to finish this as quickly as possible, burn everything, and escape before they arrive.”
“…Understood, sir.”

The masked figure bowed and vanished into the shadows.

“Hmm…”

The man rolled his wrist as he descended the mountainside, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“To think they’d return even after I spared them—it seems your fortune ends with Zigheart’s selection of you.”

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Shlick!

Burren Zigheart cleaved the charging orc clean in half and vaulted over the partially destroyed palisade.

“Form ranks before the palisade! The moment the orcs breach it, the villagers are in danger!”
“Yes, sir!”

The Branch Family trainees responded with vigor, establishing their formation before the wooden fortification.

Whoooosh!

A chill emanated from the left, and Burren turned his head.

It was Lunan Slion. Frost settled on his blade, spreading across the ground and hindering the orcs’ movements.

Whoooosh!

The orcs, caught in the frigid mist dispersed through the air, stumbled and fell, blood spraying from their bodies as they lost control of their movements.

‘Unexpected.’

Lunan Slion had always stayed glued to Raon’s side, so his decision to come here without following his lead was surprising.

‘Still, I’m grateful.’

Beyond the sheer number of orcs, their ferocity and strength were on an entirely different level from the ones we’d faced yesterday.

Without Lunan Slion and the Vassal Family trainees, the palisade would have collapsed completely, and the village would have suffered catastrophic damage.

“Don’t take the orcs’ attacks head-on! Deflect them, then counterattack!”

Burren issued appropriate commands while continuing to cut down orcs. Thanks to my experience commanding once before, issuing situational orders came naturally.

‘At this rate, holding the line won’t be difficult.’

Even with the orcs enhanced, the trainees had experience fighting them, so they could defend adequately.

‘But….’

If it truly was Eden as Raon said, this wouldn’t end here. Surely….

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

As I was contemplating what might come next, the forest in front of the village began to move.

‘No, it’s not the forest.’

Grotesque figures clad entirely in green hoods burst forth from the forest. A rough count put their number at over forty.

“Green Warriors!”

Burren let out a curse and gripped his sword tightly.

‘Damn it! It really was Eden.’

The Green Warrior was a low-ranking warrior of Eden, possessing the characteristics of orcs, goblins, and kobolds.

“Lunan!”

Burren called out to Lunan while drawing his aura to its peak intensity.

“We’ll fight on the front. Support us from behind!”
“Got it.”

Lunan responded immediately, unlike his usual demeanor, and unleashed a denser chill from his blade, scattering it toward the approaching Green Warriors.

Crash! Boom!

The Green Warriors drew the axes tucked at their backs and waists, bringing them down toward the trainees.

“Deflect the attacks!”

Burren parried the cascading axes with his blade, then severed the Green Warrior’s neck.

Squelch!

A chill ran down my spine at the sensation of human flesh tearing, but I bit my lip and endured it.

“Don’t think of them as human! Take their heads off in one stroke!”

Even amid the chaos, Burren demonstrated the true essence of Zigheart swordsmanship, advancing with razor-sharp blade strikes.

“Hgh!”

Lunan scattered the frost gathered on his blade toward Burren and the trainees advancing forward.

Whoosh!

The flowing chill passed over them and fell upon the heads of the Green Warriors.

Crackle!

The Green Warriors’ garments and skin froze solid, their movements growing sluggish.

“Now! Charge!”

Burren didn’t merely bark orders—he was the first to surge forward, cleaving through the Green Warriors with relentless fury.

“We can win this!”

Even as I spoke those words, my chest ached with doubt. The Green Warriors still numbered many, and the trainees were visibly flagging.

And worse still….

Whistle! Shriek!

The Green Warriors, bearing the traits of goblins and kobolds alike, held their distance and began hurling poisoned barbs and spraying toxic mist from behind their lines.

“Cover your mouths!”

Burren raised his garment to shield his nose and mouth, batting away the poisoned projectiles the Green Warriors launched.

“Ugh!”
“Gah!”
“Damn it!”

With so many Green Warriors hurling poison and others pressing forward relentlessly, the trainees began retreating one by one.

“Hrrgh….”

Burren exhaled roughly. Holding my breath while deflecting poison and fighting simultaneously left my head spinning with vertigo.

“Hyah!”

At Lunan’s battle cry, I glanced sideways. She was pressing the Green Warriors with a chilling aura of frost, but her stepping forward meant only one thing—the situation had become dire.

“Shriek!”

The Green Warriors were cunning. The moment Lunan’s frost expanded, they retreated and hurled poisoned barbs and toxic pellets.

“Gahhh!”
“Ughhhh!”

The trainees’ limbs wavered as the poison gas flooded their lungs.

“H-hold on! Just a bit longer….”

The words of encouragement that tumbled from my lips sounded hollow and desperate. My arms grew numb, my legs trembling beneath me.

‘At this rate….’

We wouldn’t last much longer. As the word “annihilation” circled through my mind, a tremendous aura erupted from the left.

Kwaaaaaang!

A golden aura swept forth like a tempest, engulfing the Green Warriors who had been hurling poison spines and poison gas.

Whoooosh!

As the dust settled, the figure of the one who had obliterated the Green Warriors came into view.

“Martha….”

Nearly ten Green Warriors lay sprawled on the ground, and Martha Zigheart stood alone amidst the carnage.

“Kill them all!”

At Martha’s command, the trainees who had remained at my side surged onto the battlefield.

“N-now’s our chance! Sweep them all away!”

Burren gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his blade. Though the poison still coursed through the trainees’ bodies, including his own, we couldn’t afford to squander this opportunity.

“Push forward!”

As Martha brought her aura-infused sword crashing down, the Green Warriors’ axes and blades shattered beneath the blow.

‘Perfect timing.’

Thanks to her perfectly timed ambush, the Green Warriors were swept away without even a chance to counterattack.

‘This is it!’

Raon still wasn’t visible, but victory was now within sight.

“Don’t let a single one escape!”

Burren Zigheart gritted his teeth and charged after the retreating Green Warriors.

“All the way to the end…huh?”

He had been about to pursue them up Sebu Mountain and continue his assault, but he stopped short, his neck tensing.

“What… what is that…?”

Something was moving within the crimson mist that blanketed the entire forest.

Gulp.

Behind him, someone swallowed hard.

Thud.

A grotesque figure clad in bulging green armor emerged from the haze.

A single cross-shaped scar marked its forehead, and its protruding tusks curled upward in a grotesque grin that reached its nose—the helm of an orc warrior.

Burren Zigheart’s hand trembled around his sword hilt.

“An… an orc warrior’s armor! The Green Warrior!”

The Green Warrior was one of Eden’s lower-ranking executives—a monster that had inherited the orc warrior’s terrible power within a human body.

“R, retreat!”

Burren Zigheart’s hand shook as he gripped his sword, stumbling backward. The oppressive aura emanating from that creature made his limbs quake.

“Ah….”

Lunan couldn’t hide the trembling in his eyes either.

“The Green Warrior.”

Martha, by contrast, licked her lips. Her eyes burned with the desire to charge forward immediately. Yet she too knew that facing him alone would be beyond her capabilities.

“How bothersome.”

The Green Warrior’s mouth opened. It was a vicious growl, as if he had truly become an orc warrior.

“I gave you the chance to play around lightly, yet you cast it to the ground. How utterly foolish.”

He gripped the twin axes strapped to his back. An overwhelming aura of killing intent swept across the trainees, stealing their breath.

Red energy blazed above the axes—a technique said to be wielded only by upper-tier monsters. All the executives of Eden could manifest this power.

“Ugh!”
“Kgh!”

The trainees barely remained standing, their lips trembling.

‘Without that training, I would have collapsed long ago.’

Burren dug his fingernails into his palm. If Rimer hadn’t drilled them in momentum cultivation, he would be kneeling now, waiting only for death.

“For mere trainees to withstand my aura—the Zigheart name still carries weight.”

The Green Warrior laughed wickedly.

“But you’re foolish. You die because you charge forward without understanding your own abilities.”
“Hmm….”

Raon’s warning echoed in Burren’s mind.

“We’ll find that out by trying. You disgusting creature!”

Martha stepped forward with a sneer. She threw her hand back, sending a hand signal to Lunan and Burren.

At the signal to attack simultaneously in three seconds, both men’s eyes blazed with fierce light.

“It matters not what you do.”
“Your breath reeks. Shut your mouth!”

Martha charged from the center while Burren and Lunan infiltrated from the left and right respectively.

“Will three of you make a difference?”

The Green Warrior swung his axe horizontally. A terrifying gust of wind swept through the space, carrying with it a weighty aura of killing intent.

“Gaaahhh!”
“Kyaaah!”
“Urgh!”

Burren’s sword shattered, Lunan was sent flying, and Martha fell to her knees. All from a single strike. The gap between the three of them and the Green Warrior was absolute.

“Ah….”
“Even those three… can’t win?”
“Then what do we do….”
“Where is Raon? Where is that bastard!”
“H-he must have fled. Why would he come after seeing that!”

Despair flickered in the eyes of the trainees. If those three—whom they all believed could overcome any of them—crumbled in a single exchange, there was no path forward.

Yet they could not flee either. The murderous aura radiating from the Green Warrior made it impossible to move, let alone breathe properly.

“Did you think we let you live because you were strong?”

The Green Warrior advanced, his killing intent growing ever thicker.

“You are but caterpillars clinging to the great tree called Zigheart. Did you truly believe yourselves to be something, lacking ability, lacking strength, lacking resolve?”

With each step he took, flames infused with killing intent ignited upon the ground.

“Ah….”
“Ugh….”

Burren gripped his shattered sword, while Lunan trembled as he forced himself to his feet.

“Damn it!”

Martha hadn’t extinguished her fighting spirit. She gritted her teeth and pulled her aura higher.

Among this rabble, you’re the best of a worthless lot.”

The Green Warrior approached Martha, who stood at the forefront.

“At least you managed to perceive my presence.”

He growled, positioning himself before Martha.

“Ugh….”

Martha trembled, her lips clenched, unable yet to release the power of the Orc Warrior’s armor.

“Since it’s come to this, it would be fitting to crush every last sapling of Zigheart.”

The Green Warrior raised his double-bladed axe, his smile dripping with murderous intent.

“Die.”
“Ah!”

Martha’s eyes widened. Just as the Green Warrior brought his axe down, a dark shadow erupted behind him.

Raon Zigheart.
He, who had concealed himself until the final moment, blazed his crimson eyes and brought his blade down.

“No. You die.”

Raon’s sword, wreathed in scarlet flames, rushed toward the Green Warrior’s throat.

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