The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 734

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Chapter 734

The first to react to Derus Robert’s bizarre declaration was naturally the person in question himself, Lepon Robert.

“F-Father…?”

Lepon Robert’s teeth chattered as he looked up at Derus, who was smiling eerily.

“I’m not human? What on earth are you talking about!”

His eyes widened in even greater shock, for he still hadn’t accepted that Derus was the Blue Dragon Helm.

“There’s no need to worry, Lepon. You are a truly magnificent being.”

Derus wiped Lepon Robert’s cheek with the back of his blood-soaked hand as if urging him to trust him. A crimson glow began to gather in his darkened eyes.

“Tower Master!”

I bit my lip and called out to Tower Master Larian, who stood to my right.

“The, the thread magic hasn’t been severed….”

Larian exhaled sharply, noting that she still had Derus bound with threads around his arms, legs, and even his neck.

“That’s not magic.”

Chamber glared at Derus, her brow furrowed.

“Nothing triggered the magic circle that blocks artifacts and mana movement.”

She shook her head, saying it was neither magic nor a technique employing mana.

“It’s not martial arts either.”

King Lecross swallowed hard and raised his sword.

“That’s right. Derus hasn’t moved an inch from that spot.”

Glen narrowed his eyes, realizing that it wasn’t something Derus had done—rather, Lepon had appeared as if teleporting.

“Then what exactly is this! How did this happen!”

Ogram, unable to comprehend the situation, brought his clenched fist down hard.

“Derus Robert.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, watching Derus hold Lepon in his arms.

‘What on earth did he do.’

The Tower Master was controlling him with thread magic, Chamber was blocking the use of magic and artifacts with a magic circle, and Glen, Lecross, and Ogram were pressing down with their auras—yet I couldn’t comprehend what Derus had accomplished.

‘Could it be….’

Did he borrow the power of a Demon Lord?

Like Wrath’s 【Fury】, the authority of a Demon Lord is neither mana nor aura.
Since it utilizes the emotions possessed by that existence, even transcendents cannot easily block it.

‘The remaining Demon Lords are 【Pride】 and 【Lust】.’

But Pride was said to be related to Eden, and I felt no trace of lust whatsoever.

‘Rather….’

A sacred aura. The faint sensation I felt when I encountered the Saint’s holy power in the Shuper Holy Kingdom flickered across my mind.

Besides, if Derus had truly used the power of a Demon Lord, Wrath would have told me by now.

‘Wrath.’

I steadied my breathing and turned around.

‘You wouldn’t happen to know something….’
-He’s gone mad.

Wrath’s eyes were contorted more deeply than ever before.

—Why is that filthy aura here?!

He gnashed his teeth, his fury far exceeding what he displayed when facing other Demon Lords.

‘What is that aura?’
—It is the divine power of the Celestial Race!

Wrath furrowed his brow, identifying the aura as belonging to the Celestial Race—and to a being of tremendous power at that.

‘The Celestial…Race?’

I had never imagined the Celestial Race would be mentioned here—I would have expected Demon Lords instead. It felt as though I’d been struck in the back of the head with a hammer.

—Have I not told you repeatedly?!

Wrath flailed his arms and roared.

The celestial beings are far different from what you humans imagine them to be!

He shook his head vigorously, insisting they were even more dangerous than the Demon Race.

‘Damn it!’

If Wrath spoke the truth, I could not afford to let Derus Robert stand idle.
If the divine power he wielded matched the authority of a Demon Lord, there was no telling what catastrophe might unfold.

“We must strike now! Even if we cannot extract information, we must kill him!”

I seized the Holy Sword and Demonic Sword once more, aiming them at Derus Robert.

“I know.”

Glen, too, had sensed the perilous aura radiating from Derus Robert and raised the Heavenly Sword to a ready stance.

Kwaaaang!

The instant crimson lightning blazed from the blade’s edge, Derus Robert’s right upper body—still cradling Lepon—was torn clean away.

“Cough…”

Before Derus Robert could even cough up blood, Chamber’s magic and King Lecross’s sword strike followed in succession, obliterating the creature’s lower half.

“This way!”

I activated Taewhabo to rush toward Lepon’s rescue.
One might call it reckless, but seeing my reflection in the eyes of a child trembling with fear at this very moment—the self from my past life—I couldn’t simply stand idle.

-No, you mustn’t!

Just as I reached for Lepon, Wrath let out a piercing cry.

-The medium is not your enemy—it’s that child!

Wrath flailed both arms frantically, warning me to stay back.

‘What does that even….’

As I swallowed hard, Derus Robert—who had been lying motionless as if dead—rose like a zombie and pulled Lepon back into his embrace.

“Haa….”

The wounds were fatal enough to kill any human, yet Derus Robert had already transcended the bounds of humanity, completing his regeneration in an instant and returning to his original form.

“What… what is this….”

The Tower Master’s fingers trembled violently as she fell to her knees.

“My magic is distorting…!”

Her eyes widened as she realized her control over the spell was collapsing.

“A-are you really my dad…?”

Despite the malice pressing down on his entire body from Derus Robert, Lepon forced himself to speak.
He feared the possibility that Derus Robert might not be his parent more than his own death or this situation itself.

“Lepon.”

Derus Robert didn’t answer the boy’s question, instead drawing a twisted smile.

“Did I not give you a coming-of-age gift?”
“Why are you bringing that up now….”

Lepon’s eyes widened in confusion.

“Thank you.”

Derus Robert drew the crimson blade he had given Lepon as a birthday present and pierced his left chest.

Splurt!

A sickening torrent of blood gushed from the gaping black hole that had torn open in Lepon’s chest.

“Ah… Father. Why on earth….”

His pupils sank into darkness. The boy breathed his last without ever receiving the answer he sought.

Thud.

A thick tome fell from Lepon’s chest as his life came to an end.

“Ah….”

I trembled as I stared at Lepon’s lifeless form.

‘What is this….’

I had expected Derus Robert to take Lepon hostage or for the boy to undergo some transformation, but I never imagined he would simply crush his heart and kill him. I still couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. My mind felt utterly blank.
Everything was incomprehensible.

“You monster!”

With Glen Zigheart’s roar, Derus Robert’s abdomen was split in half by a crimson lightning strike.

“And you call yourself a father!”

King Lecross, burning with genuine rage, drove his sword into Derus Robert’s neck.

“You’re not even worth the name of trash, you wretched demon!”

Chamber wailed as she tore apart the remaining limbs of Derus Robert.

Crash!

The leaders of the Six Emperors, who had hesitated because of Lepon, now unleashed their murderous intent explosively.

“Kgh….”

Derus Robert coughed up black blood and collapsed. His regenerative abilities had reached their limit—his arms and legs neither reattached nor regenerated.

“I won’t… last much longer….”

He chuckled in a parched, rasping voice.

“What are you doing?!”

Glen Zigheart gnashed his teeth and drove his sword through Derus Robert’s heart.

“You were my son!”

Only now understanding the preciousness of family, he unleashed a fury deeper than anyone present.

“I’m sorry, but that was never my son, nor was he human.”

Derus Robert laughed, his voice fragmenting as death approached.

“Emerge, Uriel.”

He extended his tongue long as he gazed upon Lepon’s corpse.

“If I die, you’ll be in trouble too, won’t you?”

The moment Derus Robert’s faint voice trailed away, the crimson blood that filled the Sparring Arena transformed into brilliant golden light.

Thud!

From within Lepon’s lifeless body came a tremendous heartbeat, like the sound of a great drum.

Whoosh!

Crimson flames erupted in a ring through the gaping wound in Derus Robert’s chest, coalescing into a new heart.

‘That is….’

I swallowed hard, watching the heart form within Lepon’s chest as bone and flesh knitted together.

‘A ring of fire…?’

Strangely, the flames filling Lepon’s heart resembled the ring of fire.

Crackle!

Glen unleashed his sword wreathed in lightning to prevent Lepon’s transformation.

Yet the sacred flames blazing across Lepon’s body repelled Glen’s strike and summoned an even more colossal pillar of light.

-It is coming!

Wrath growled like a beast, veins bulging across his forehead.

‘Is there a way to stop it?’
-Impossible! Once he arrives, the descent cannot be halted!

He shook his head, insisting there was no method to prevent the descent, no matter what was done.

Whoooosh!

From within the sacred flames that pierced the heavens, something of a different caliber than humanity emerged.

Golden hair and azure eyes—common coloring in this world, yet the very existence was different.

Each strand of golden hair gleamed like the sun itself, and within those blue eyes lay a vast, boundless sky.
The overwhelming presence that emanated from merely standing here naturally suppressed all around.

A pristine white robe, as if cut from the Snowy Plain itself, draped across the figure, while golden ornaments adorned the shoulders, radiating elegance and nobility.

Three horn-shaped trumpets of peculiar design hung at the waist, their mere sight conveying an ominous sensation.

“How repulsive.”

The angel Derus Robert called Uriel wrinkled his nose as though this world itself was repugnant to him.

‘This is….’

I trembled, my lips parched, unable to move even a single finger.

‘A Celestial?’
-Not merely a Celestial.

Wrath clenched his fists as he glared at Uriel.

-Archangel Uriel! The most despicable among the leaders of the Celestials!

He laid bare his fury, clearly harboring a grudge against Uriel.

“If it’s Uriel….”

Chamber’s pupils trembled, growing hazy as she gazed upon Uriel.

“One of the Seven Archangels….”

She spoke of him as the most exalted being among the Celestials, swallowing hard.

“You look wretched.”

Uriel disregarded everyone present and gazed down upon Derus Robert.

“How long has it been since I summoned you? Yet you arrive only now.”

Derus Robert twisted his lips upward, his gaze fixed not on Uriel but on empty air.

“Hmm.”

As Uriel flicked his fingertips, Derus Robert’s torn flesh was restored, and color returned to his pallid face.
It was nothing short of miraculous power.

Yet even through this, the scar etched upon the back of Derus Robert’s hand remained untouched.

“….”

Uriel’s gaze swept across Derus Robert’s hand with evident displeasure before turning away.

“I have no desire to linger in this filthy place any longer.”

As he spoke of departure and lowered his hand, magnificent wings—beautiful as sculpted marble—unfurled from his back.

“You cannot leave.”

Glen Zigheart stepped into Uriel’s path, his dry eyes narrowing with resolve.

“Whether you are an archangel or a Demon Lord, it matters not.”

He infused his Jincheon Sword with killing intent, declaring he would sever the head from this very spot.

“You….”

For the first time, Uriel’s transparent gaze—one that had always dismissed the human race itself—wavered with uncertainty.

“Why does a being such as you still remain in this place?”

His brow furrowed in incomprehension.

“To stand alone at that pinnacle without another to bear the burden of causality in your stead—truly, what an absurd human you are.”

Contempt flowed from Uriel’s holy voice. It was startling to witness an archangel openly despise and scorn humanity itself.

“Do not engage him.”

Derus Robert shook his head, standing beside Uriel.

“Even you would be in danger.”

He urged retreat, wiping away the blood that had trickled down his forehead.

“They are underestimating us far too much.”

Chamber stepped forward, her nose bridge creasing with indignation.

“Who said you would be the one to send us away?”

She unfurled an impenetrable veil of mana, refusing to yield to Uriel’s overwhelming presence.

“Ugh….”

Larian wove thread magic and shadow magic together, constructing a prison-like formation.

“Angel or whatever—your grave is here!”
“….”

Ogram and King Lecross surged forward with killing intent, ready for battle.

“This is why humans are problematic.”

Uriel twisted his jaw and furrowed his brow.

“You know not your place.”

He traced a fingertip along one of the horned trumpets hanging at his waist.

“Ugh….”

I shuddered at Uriel’s chilling voice. That archangel seemed to despise humans even more than the Demon Lords.

“But today is not the day.”

As Uriel snapped his fingers, Derus Robert and his subordinates’ bodies were suffused with translucent light.
It wasn’t mere invisibility—their physical forms seemed to vanish from this place entirely.

“Damn!”
“Stop!”

Chamber and King Lecross unleashed magic and sword strikes first.

“Hngh….”
“How dare you!”

Larian and Ogram poured forth magic and fist strikes, but

they could not touch Uriel and Derus Robert. They had already departed this place, their forms passing through all magic and aura unimpeded.

“What is this…?”
“Magic doesn’t work at all?”
“Even for an Archangel, this is…”

The transcendents of the Six Emperors bit their lips as they watched Uriel grow increasingly translucent.

-Spiritualization, it is.

Wrath shook his head sharply.

-In that state, even transcendents cannot touch him!

He furrowed his brow, saying that neither aura nor magic would work on him.

‘What kind of absurd ability is that…’
-However, in that state, he cannot attack either.

Wrath gnashed his teeth, saying he was trying to escape.

Whoooosh!

Glen Zigheart stepped forward, pushing past the leaders of the Six Emperors. A hazy mist-like energy began to blaze from the Jincheon Blade.

‘Heart Sword?’

It seemed to be that absolute swordsmanship that had severed the leaders of Oma and the dragon in a single stroke.

“That is…!”

Uriel’s eyes widened in surprise at Glen Zigheart’s sword aura. Even with spiritualization achieved, the Heart Sword seemed to work.

“Move and I will cut you down.”

Glen Zigheart’s voice was cold, as if declaring he would sever the very soul if he tried to disappear like this.

“That blade would certainly be able to reach me.”

Uriel nodded heavily.

“But if I die, you will cease to exist in this land as well.”

He revealed unwavering eyes, speaking with absolute certainty.

“You still have much to protect, it seems. Will you try?”

Uriel glanced around at the people who could barely breathe, overwhelmed by the archangel’s overwhelming presence.
His complexion was calm, as if he wouldn’t care even if he died in this very place.

“Hmm….”

Glen turned to look at me. He seemed troubled, his hand gripping the True Heavenly Sword trembling slightly.

“You won’t have to wait long before you meet him.”

Uriel tapped the horn trumpet at his waist, narrowing his eyes to slits.

“There isn’t much time left.”

As if he already knew Glen’s answer, he faded once more into a hazy, translucent form.

“….”

Veins bulged across Glen’s knuckles, but he ultimately could not swing his sword.

“Krrgh….”

I ground my teeth so hard my gums ached as I stared at the spot where Lepon had collapsed.

‘That book….’

Soaked in blood on the ground lay the biography of Raon Zigheart—the one I had promised to autograph.

Kugugugugu!

As Lepon’s embarrassed smile while offering the book overlapped with the blood-soaked pages, the rage I had buried deep within my soul began to rage like madness.

‘Wrath!’

I clenched my teeth as I watched Uriel and Derus Robert fade away.

‘Is there nothing I can do? I’ll accept your wrath then….’
-No need! I, the True Demon King, shall aid you! Do not let that cowardly wretch escape so easily!

The moment Wrath roared, a terrifying surge of rage seeped through the ice flower bracelet connected to him.

-Divine power and my authority are fundamentally opposed! I can pierce through even sanctification!

He shook both fists, declaring his capability.

Whoooosh!

I poured Wrath’s rage and the Ring of Fire’s energy into the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, which were on the verge of extinguishing.

Boom!

I stomped my left foot with a force that could shatter the very earth. Channeling all the muscle and aura surging from my lower body and core, I hurled the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword that I’d held behind my shoulders.

Screeeech!

The Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, drawing trails of crimson and azure light, pierced through Uriel and Derus Robert’s backs.

Gaaahhh!

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