The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 735

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Chapter 736

“Kugh—hack!”

Derus Robert let out a scream he had never uttered even when the Six Emperors tore his limbs apart, his body convulsing.

“How… how did you pierce through the Holy Spirit Form…?”

He stared at the Divine Blade embedded in his back, piercing through the Holy Spirit Form, his lips trembling violently.

“Ugh…”

Even the Archangel Uriel, who seemed as though he wouldn’t blink even if his neck were severed, let out a low groan.
His eyes bloodshot with disbelief, he tore open his chest and stared at the Demon Blade’s edge protruding from within, unable to comprehend that the Holy Spirit Form had shattered.

“Huff…”

I exhaled roughly, observing the shocked expressions of Uriel and Derus Robert.

‘It worked.’

Just as Wrath had been confident, the Power of Wrath pierced through the Archangel’s Holy Spirit Form, which neither aura nor magic could touch, and embedded itself in the chests of Derus Robert and Uriel.

Yet the light of the Holy Spirit Form protecting them had not completely vanished.
They seemed to be maintaining their concentration even through this.

-It landed perfectly!

Wrath shook his fist with satisfaction, gazing at Uriel’s contorted eyes.

-Beat him more! Smash that ugly face to pieces!

Since killing him would be difficult anyway, he pushed more of his wrath forward, urging me to strike harder.

‘Wait a moment…’

I leaned forward and shook my head.
Maintaining the Sword Realm for so long, then detonating all my energy and fury in a single explosive burst had left my head spinning as if I might collapse at any moment.
I needed time to catch my breath, even if just for a moment.

“Raon. What on earth are you…?”

Glen exhaled sharply, staring at me as if utterly bewildered.

“Why did you pierce through the Gwangpung Unit Master’s blade…?”

King Lecross swallowed hard, his expression one of disbelief.

“Still don’t get it? Raon is someone logic doesn’t work on!”

Chamber spoke words unbecoming of a mage, as if this were the hundredth time such a thing had happened.

“I… I’m terrified…”

Larian’s eyes trembled, unable to comprehend me any further.

“Raon! Can you do more!”

Ogram raised his bloodied fist as he asked.

“You’re the only one who can strike them down right now!”
“I can try, but even if I give everything I have, I cannot kill both of them.”

I bit my lip and shook my head. Both Uriel and Derus possessed power on an entirely different scale than mine—even if I broke through their spiritual transformation, killing them was beyond my reach.

“Raon!”

Derus glared at me, baring his blood-stained teeth.

“What are you! What exactly is behind you!”

He forcefully wrenched the Divine Sword embedded in his back, letting out a scream. Crimson blood poured from the gaping wound.

Kyaaaang.

The demonic blade that had pierced through Uriel’s abdomen withdrew itself and clattered to the ground.
Yet despite bearing the title of Archangel, the wound that had opened across his abdomen refused to close, spilling golden blood in its wake.

“Human.”

Uriel turned his gaze toward me, tilting his sharp jaw to the right.

“Who are you?”

Above his blue eyes, what appeared to be intense flames burned. The sensation was as unsettling as when I had faced Wrath’s fury.

“How does a human dare to harbor such a filthy power?”

Uriel’s eyes gleamed with a chilling light that promised death if I didn’t answer immediately.
Fortunately, he seemed to sense only the anger—not that Wrath dwelled within my body.

“The filthy ones are you lot.”

I endured the crushing pressure of Uriel’s aura that bore down upon my entire frame and let out a scornful laugh.

“I’ve never seen anything more repugnant than you, whether human or Demon Race.”
“You truly know your place, don’t you.”

A thick murderous intent crystallized in Uriel’s cold eyes.

“That power of emotion is not something you can possibly—”
“Shut your beak, bird.”

I waved my hand dismissively at Uriel.

“….”

Uriel’s jaw dropped in shock—he had never imagined a human would dare insult him so brazenly.

-That bastard’s been properly stunned!

Wrath clutched his sides, cackling with laughter.

-The human he was looking down on just cursed him out, and now he’s got eyes like a startled rabbit!

The creature wagged its tail with evident delight at Uriel’s bewilderment.

“What happened to Lepon? What happened to Lepon Robert?”

I clenched my teeth and glared at Derus Robert.

“Still thinking about that, are you….”

Derus let out a hollow laugh and pushed himself upright.

“You’ve grown quite soft in my absence.”

He forcibly pulled the flesh together to seal the wound, then tilted his head.

“Let me explain simply. Lepon was merely a shell.”

Derus chuckled and continued.

“A…shell?”
“You understand as well as I do—what matters in a fruit is the flesh inside. As long as the interior ripens properly, the shell is utterly expendable, wouldn’t you say?”

He drew a round, apple-like shape in the blood pooling in his palm.

“Lepon’s existence served that purpose—a shell. The child existed, certainly, but once the shell had fulfilled its utility….”

Derus clenched his fist, and the blood-formed apple shattered into nothingness without a trace.

“It simply vanishes. Leaving nothing behind.”

He brushed his hand clean with a smile, as if that were all there was to it.

“Do you feel nothing? After raising that child as your son?”
“Feel? Feel what?”

Derus tilted his head as though genuinely bewildered.

“I’m relieved. Truly relieved.”

I let out a chilling laugh, like a starving beast.

“I wouldn’t feel a shred of guilt destroying you and everything you’ve built.”

I clenched my teeth, renewing my vow to sever every last piece of Derus Robert.

“Human.”

Uriel stood before Derus Robert, his blood-soaked gaze lowering.

“Why did you call me a pigeon?”

He seemed more shocked by the pigeon comment than by Wrath’s fury, his brow furrowing deeply.

“Answer me. Why did you compare me to such a creature?”

As Uriel began to dispel his holy form and reach toward me, a black shadow fell across my path.

“Do you wish to die?”

It was Glen Zigheart. He unleashed a torrent of divine swordsmanship across the blade of his Heavenly Sword, as if he didn’t care what consequences would follow if Uriel so much as touched me.
A mysterious aura of energy rippled outward, pushing back Uriel’s holy light.

“How troublesome this has become.”

Uriel bit his lip thinly, clearly displeased with the situation.

“We’ll end this here for now. You won’t be able to stop that day anyway.”

He glared at both Glen Zigheart and me simultaneously before lowering his hand.

Whoooosh!

As Uriel snapped his fingers, both his and Derus Robert’s bodies began to fade and blur once more.

‘Now!’

The moment Uriel’s vision began to fade, I drew the Heavenly Killing Dagger.
I unleashed the blade—sharper than its name of “slayer of the heavens” suggested—wrapped in fury and the power of Manhwagong.

Crash!

The Flawless Blade Technique, embodying absolute perfection, and the Thousand Killing Blade, channeling the essence of the Flawless Way, surged toward Uriel and Derus Robert’s hearts.

“I anticipated this.”

Uriel, having experienced the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword before, did not underestimate my assault as he had previously. He summoned divine power and swatted the Thousand Killing Blade away.

Clang!

The Thousand Killing Blade, despite its speed rivaling that of light, bounced away lightly and embedded itself in the ground.

But my true target from the beginning was neither Uriel nor Derus Robert.

‘I can’t catch those two anyway.’

While Uriel concentrated on defense, I stepped on the Taewhabo and moved to the right.
With a fist infused with Wrath and Violent Fury, I struck down Varian, the Sword Inspection Unit Master whose light from Holy Spirit Transformation had grown thin.

Boom!

The moment Varian, struck on his right cheek, bounced out from within the golden pillar, the Holy Spirit Transformation unraveled and all the Sword Inspection Unit warriors plummeted to the ground.

Crash!

I did not stop there. I approached the fallen Varian and struck his chest with my palm.
This was not an attack on him, but a measure to knock unconscious the Rage Worm that would be in his heart.

“Tower Master!”

The moment I subdued Varian, I called out to the Tower Master.

“Got it….”

Larian didn’t even need to say anything—she immediately deployed thread magic and captured all the Sword Inspection Unit inspectors alive.

“Strike their chests! There’s definitely a Rage Worm in there!”
“Leave that to me!”

Chamber nodded and extended her hand. The chests of the Sword Inspection Unit warriors heaved violently as if they would burst. It seemed she had struck the insides of their hearts with mana.

‘This should be enough.’

It was unfortunate to have missed Kubara, but Varian was also one of Derus Robert’s trusted subordinates. Torture would yield considerable information.

“A shame.”

I stepped on Varian’s head and rose to my feet.

“I was actually targeting you all.”

I twisted my lips upward, concealing my true intentions.

“You…”

Uriel’s brow furrowed with displeasure—not because the Sword Inspection Unit had been captured, but because he had fallen victim to human cunning. Veins bulged across his forehead.

“You’re just as arrogant and insolent as that bastard.”

There was no doubt who he meant—the Demon Lord of Wrath currently dancing in the sky above.

“Raon Zigheart!”

For the first time, Derus Robert called my name with my family name attached.

“I will kill you with my own hands. I will cast everything and everyone around you into despair!”

His eyes burned crimson as the fury he had barely suppressed surged back to life.

“No.”

I stood before Derus Robert and straightened my posture with unwavering resolve.

“I will kill you. I will sever everything you’re trying to achieve with this madness.”

My fists clenched as I unleashed fury that surpassed even his own.

“You and yours will accomplish nothing before death claims you.”

I lifted my chin, my oath infused with a soul burning in wrath.

“Your mouth has certainly grown stronger.”

Derus Robert ground his teeth with a grating sound, his reddened eyes narrowing. If not for Glen and the Six Emperors present, a chilling killing intent would have erupted from him on the spot.

“Human. Try if you can.”

Uriel regained his composure befitting an archangel, slowly lifting his eyelids.

“It will be impossible with that maggot’s power.”

He shook his head, dismissing not just me, but even Wrath.

-A maggot? This bastard again!

Wrath shrieked and lunged forward.

-Kill him! You must kill him without fail!

He shook his head, insisting that creature could never be left alone.

Whoooosh!

Holy light bathed Uriel, Derus Robert, and Kubara as the three began to vanish, when I moved my lips once more.

“Hey, pigeon. Next time we meet, I’ll pluck every last feather from those wings of yours.”

I curled my lips upward, promising to turn Uriel into a plucked bird.

“Bird, plucked bird! Why are you comparing me to poultry…?”

Flames ignited once more in Uriel’s eyes. But he could not utter his final words before transforming into golden light and vanishing.

-That bastard has a fit every time he hears the word pigeon!

Wrath chuckled, watching the spot where Uriel had disappeared.

I knew it would come to this! Your silver tongue works on the celestial beings too, doesn’t it!

So that’s why he tried to call him to the Demon Realm too, she nodded in agreement.

Clap.

I didn’t smile. I walked across the shattered ground and picked up the Biography of Raon Zigheart, which lay submerged in blood.
Seeing the first page—the one I had promised to autograph—soaked in blood and torn away, my heart ached as if pierced by needles.

‘We only spoke twice.’

That brief moment at the first Six Emperors Council when he bashfully called himself a fan, and this recent conversation where he explained the usurper to me.

Given my usual temperament, it was strange to be this angry over someone I’d only met twice.

But Lepon’s life mirrors my past self. No—he lived an even more brutal existence than I did. Everything about him was a lie.

Because we shared similar fates, I wanted to grant Lepon his revenge. A cruel, merciless revenge.

I turned around, clutching the still-bleeding Biography of Raon Zigheart to my chest.

“Head of House. It’s not over yet.”
“I know.”

Glen nodded with an indescribable gleam in his eyes, then turned away.

“As you all witnessed, Derus Robert was the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior and the leader of the assassination group Shadow.”

His clear, noble voice awakened the martial artists still reeling in shock.

“Ugh…”
“My head still can’t process this.”
“We saw it with our own eyes! How could we not believe it!”
“Derus Robert was a traitor to the Six Emperors, and he summoned the Archangel…”
“We have no choice but to accept it now.”

The martial artists bit their lips, seething at having been deceived by Derus. Betrayal blazed in their trembling eyes.

“From now on, we strike at the Robert Family. Everyone, follow me.”

At Glen’s gesture, Chamber and Larian stepped forward.

Whoooosh!

As the two of them activated the magic circle, a dimensional gate as massive as the city gate itself opened before us.

“It’s a direct portal to the Robert Family.”

Chamber tapped her chest confidently.

“Yes. I prepared it in advance….”

Larian lowered her head slightly and touched the dimensional gate with her fingertips.

“I will remain here.”

Ogram settled down in front of the dimensional gate.

“I need to keep watch over those ones.”

He nodded, indicating he would hold Varian and the Sword Inspection Unit warriors in place.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Glen nodded as if he believed me, then stepped before the dimensional gate.

“Let’s go. To the Robert Family.”

He grasped my shoulder and stepped through the dimensional gate first.

The warriors of the Six Emperors and the neutral factions followed Glen’s broad back through the dimensional gate.

Crunch.

I clenched my fists until they bled as I gazed at the rippling blue dimension that was the Robert Family.

‘I promised to destroy everything you’ve built.’

This is where it begins.

The Robert Family, consumed as if by flames, reflected in my crimson eyes.

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