The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 864

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Chapter 864

“A dragon called the Harmonizer of the World….”

Sterin furrowed his brow deeply as he watched flames and poison gas engulfing the entire Grand Forest.

“How could you resort to such a petty tactic!”
“That is precisely why I need this harmony.”

The dragon waved his hand leisurely while observing the Grand Forest consumed by infernal flames.

“Matirus!”

Sterin cried out the dragon’s name, his voice trembling with rage.

“Do not call my name with that insignificant mouth. Since you ignored our warning, even as a High Elf, you are nothing but vermin now.”

Matirus brushed his hand clean, his gaze as if he were looking at insects.

“Why would you go this far!”

Sterin glared at Matirus with piercing eyes.

“Stop clinging to this pretense of harmony and speak truthfully!”
“Raon Zigheart.”

The name of Raon was dragged from Matirus’s lips.

“The moment you accepted Zigheart, the dragon’s enemy, into Sepia, it was clear you had no intention of heeding our words. Thus, I had no choice but to act this way.”

He shook his head, claiming the elves had started this conflict first.

“Raon merely brought back a relic of my grandson! That child had no influence whatsoever on my decision!”

Sterin brought his hand down forcefully, telling him to stop spouting nonsense.

“…The reasons no longer matter now. Zigheart is a faction that must disappear for the sake of this Continent.”

Matirus quickly changed the subject, brushing aside matters unfavorable to himself with casual indifference. Thick veins bulged across Sterin’s forehead.

“A tuner? A guardian? Just as I thought—complete nonsense.”

Sterin ground his teeth as he watched the Grand Forest burning in flames.

“You’re nothing but a sordid schemer, just as Raon Zigheart described.”

He borrowed Raon Zigheart’s words and drew the bow strapped to his back.

“In the end, you’ve been tainted by human filth.”

Matirus nodded as if he’d expected this. It was like watching a devotee driven mad by a cult.

“Your choice was a grave mistake.”

Sterin nocked an arrow to the bowstring, his eyes narrowing.

“Raon Zigheart, whom you fear, won’t stand idle.”
“Fear? No—it’s merely disgust. And you’re laboring under a profound delusion.”

Matirus shook his head with a contemptuous laugh.

“What?”
“I am not the only ancient dragon who has come to this place.”

He spoke of Sepia being erased from the world today and spread his hand wide.

“Do you truly believe I would stand by and witness such a sight?”

A brilliant azure light flickered across the arrow Sterin held, as if wreathed in his conviction.

“Can you accomplish anything with that decrepit body?”

Matirus conjured a golden radiance above his palm, his sneer deepening.

“It is not my body that is worn and sickly—it is your souls that are diseased!”

Sterin drew back the bowstring, his will unyielding, refusing to retreat an inch.

Paaaaaaaaang!

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I opened my eyes as I rose from the bed.
After finishing my sparring match with Sterin, I had tried to get some rest, but I felt an ominous mana approaching Sepia.

-To sense presences from that distance even while sleeping….

Wrath let out a long yawn and smacked his lips.

-Now we can truly say you’ve transcended.
‘So my instincts weren’t off after all.’

I exhaled sharply while gazing out the window.

‘Not just one or two. They’re monsters, but different from the ordinary ones you’d find in the wild.’

Most were monsters, yet they emanated a stronger aura than typical wild specimens. It seemed several were even Master-class.

I picked up the Heavenly Sword and Rimer’s blade that I’d leaned against the wall, then stepped outside the Dormitory.
The Elves hadn’t yet sensed the approaching presences and were still enjoying the leisurely dawn.

“Huh? Organization Master. You said you were training all night, so why are you coming out already?”

Dorian, rubbing his eyes while eating snacks, tilted his head in confusion.

“After training with the Guardian, you must be exhausted. It would be better to rest more.”

Erian, preparing for his shift rotation, also nodded in agreement that more sleep would be wise.

“Enemies are approaching.”

I secured the Heavenly Sword and Rimer’s leaf blade at my waist, my eyes narrowing.

“What? Enemies, you say….”

Erian’s eyes widened in confusion.

“A massive horde of monsters is moving through the Grand Forest. They’re moving at incredible speed. It appears they’ve materialized through spatial displacement.”
“But then the Guardians should have sent word….”
“It seems they’ve already been dealt with. I can’t sense any presence of the Elves outside.”

I bit my lip. I searched for the Elves’ presence among the monsters, but couldn’t detect them anywhere.
It seemed they had first mapped out the geography of this place and eliminated the hidden Guardians.

“You’re right, Raon!”

Siyan rushed toward me, still wrapped in her blanket.

“The spirits told me the forest is collapsing!”

She continued trembling as she spoke of the ever-increasing number of monsters.

“That, that can’t be….”

As Erian’s eyes widened in shock, flames and lightning began erupting throughout the Grand Forest. They were special monsters capable of wielding magic.

“Prepare yourselves. We don’t have much time.”

I gripped my sword as I watched the Grand Forest being consumed by flames.

“Understood!”

Perhaps because Erian had experienced something similar before, he shook off his panic and rushed toward the Guardians’ Dormitory.

“I-I’ll summon the Gwangpung Corps!”

Dorian nodded vigorously and hurried back to the Dormitory where the Gwangpung Corps was sleeping.

“W-will we be alright?”

Siyan’s eyes trembled with worry from within her blanket.

“It will be fine.”

Raon nodded calmly to reassure Siyan.

“The Guardian as well… ah.”

He trailed off, closing his mouth before mentioning Sterin.

‘Is he not in Sepia, but fighting outside instead?’

Sterin’s presence, which should have been in Sepia, was emanating from the Grand Forest to the north.
His aura was turbulent and violent, as if he were engaged in an all-out battle with someone.

“H-Grandfather is….”

Siyan’s trembling grip on the blanket tightened as the shockwaves reaching this place made her realize Sterin was fighting.

“He will be fine. He is still in good form.”

Despite the calm words he spoke, worry flooded through him like a tidal wave. Sterin must be exhausted from their all-night sparring session.

‘I must hold this place.’

Even if Sterin had been drawn outside, Sepia’s defenses were formidable.
There would certainly be attacks beyond just the monsters, so I had to remain here to protect the Elves.

“Sigh….”

As Siyan exhaled a worried breath, the Gwangpung Corps and the Guardians gathered at the center of the Village.

“Organization Master. What is the matter?”

Burren furrowed his brow, gazing at the sky filled with black smoke.

“Monsters? Really?”

Martha wrinkled her nose, wondering where exactly in the Grand Forest the monsters had emerged from.

“Ugh….”

Lunan, who had been sleeping peacefully, was displaying his rare anger at being awakened so abruptly.

“As you can see, it’s a monster attack. But these aren’t ordinary creatures. They’re moving in formation like a trained army.”

The monsters approaching Sepia weren’t moving with the chaotic wildness of untamed beasts—they were systematically dismantling the Forest under someone’s command.

If we simply pushed forward with brute strength as usual, undefended areas could be breached. We had to choose our direction carefully.

“Unit 1 heads south, Unit 2 west, Unit 3 east. Don’t let a single monster set foot in this Village.”
“Yes!”

At my command, the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen roared so fiercely that the flames themselves seemed to recoil.

“My body’s been stiff anyway. This works out perfectly.”

Martha licked her lips, thinking of it as a good warm-up before breakfast.

“Don’t be so carefree. This could be dangerous.”

Burren instructed the swordsmen on what to watch for, simultaneously raising both their caution and confidence.

“Ugh….”

Lunan displayed his frustration at lost sleep while simultaneously raising a wall of frigid air to block the heat approaching Sepia.

“So what are you doing, Organization Master? You’re not just sending us out and resting here, are you….”
“Shut up and move!”

Martha struck Crain across the mouth and followed the Guardians moving south.

“We’re heading out too!”
“Follow me….”

Burren and Lunan also set out toward the south where the largest concentration of monsters was gathering, preparing to split up as they pursued.

“I have a bad feeling about this….”

Siyan bit her finger and trembled at the shoulders.

“Nothing will happen.”

Raon shook his head as he gripped Siyan’s shoulder beneath the blanket.

“I’ll block everything for you.”

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Kugugugugu!

A horde of Black Orcs charged forward alongside an Ogre clad in iron armor.
Wild monsters that should have been fighting each other were instead rushing forward in unified assault.

“Just as the Organization Master said.”

Martha snorted and rotated her wrist, tightening her grip on her sword.

“These aren’t ordinary creatures.”

The Black Orcs and Ogres here were larger and possessed far greater aura than those she’d encountered before.
They weren’t merely organized in formation—their individual combat prowess far exceeded what one would find in the wild.

“Of course, it doesn’t matter to me! Unit One, charge!”

At Martha’s command, the swordsmen of Unit One fell into formation behind her, their blades aligned like a single weapon. It was the charging formation of the Gwangpung Formation.

Kwaaaaaang!

Empowered by the Gwangpung Formation’s might, Martha’s descending slash reduced the charging Black Orcs to nothing but bloodstains upon the ground.

“This isn’t even a warm-up.”

Martha snorted as she prepared to face the Ogre approaching from the left.

Hwaaaa!

A crimson fireball descended toward her head.

“Kieeeee!”

It was magic from a Black Orc mage hiding behind the group.

“Kyaaaaa!”

The Black Orc mage attempted to detonate the fireball above Martha’s head, but his incantation never reached completion.

Swoooosh!

Lunan Slion’s frost blade, appearing from nowhere, sliced past the Black Orc mage’s throat.

“I didn’t need your help.”

Martha narrowed her eyes at Lunan Slion.

“Besides, you’re supposed to be on the West Side!”

She waved her hand dismissively, telling him to leave quickly.

“You rakshasa women can’t even be honest.”

Lunan Slion clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Save the jokes for later. Focus on combat now.”

Burren Zigheart cut down an ogre in a single stroke instead of Martha, then gave a light nod.

“Why are you all stealing my prey!”

Martha ground her teeth in frustration.

“Hah….”

Erian exhaled softly watching the scene unfold.

“Wasn’t Raon the only one special?”

He shook his head, seemingly unaware that the Gwangpung Corps, still young, possessed only this level of military strength.

“Now we need to split up. Keep your wits about you….”

It was just as Burren Zigheart moved westward, about to deliver one final piece of advice.

Kuguguguugu!

The ashen storm clouds that had blanketed the sky split apart, and an enormous Black Dragon rose up as if to swallow the Grand Forest whole.

Gooooooo!

From the Black Dragon’s gaping maw, a torrent of pitch-black venom gathered and began to pour down like a waterfall toward Sepia.
It was the Black Dragon’s ultimate weapon—the breath of deadly poison.

The noxious miasma carried by the poisonous breath warped the very air itself, and the trees and thickets that composed Sepia withered and died where they stood.

Kuguguguugu!

The poisonous breath’s range was so vast that it was already descending upon the heads of the Gwangpung Corps and Guardians beyond Sepia’s borders.

“Insane….”
“How do we even block that!”
“It’s over….”

As the Gwangpung Corps and Elves fell into despair, witnessing what could only be described as a natural calamity, a golden flame erupted from the heart of Sepia.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

A single slash that split the heavens.

Alongside a crimson blade that incinerated the deadly poison, Raon ascended into the sky.

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Raon sensed the refined movements of the monsters and concluded that the enemy was one of two possibilities.

‘A Dragon or Eden.’

The Guardians that Dragons raised to protect their lairs were stronger than ordinary monsters, yet they moved with the precision of soldiers.

Eden also possessed the power to control monsters, so it was entirely capable of creating a situation like this.

‘But this feels like a Dragon.’

I had seen a Dragon upon entering the Grand Forest, and Erian had been reluctant to bring up that conversation.
Given the current situation, it was certain that there was a problem between Sepia and the Dragon.

“Siyan. Did the Dragon perhaps….”

As I was about to ask Siyan about the Dragon, I felt a terrifying concentration of mana gathering in the sky beyond the dark clouds.

‘A Dragon!’

It was the typical phenomenon that occurred when a Dragon gathered mana to unleash its breath.

Boom!

Without hesitation, I drove the Heavenly Sword and Rimer’s blade into Sepia’s battlefield.

Sword Realm Manifestation, Divine Demon Harmony.

Since the Dragon’s presence wasn’t beneath me, I opened the Sword Realm from the start and struck the ground.

Screeeech!

As the divine and demonic blades, forged from sun and moon, rose toward the sky, a Black Dragon appeared, melting the clouds as it poured forth a venomous breath.
It was smaller than the Gold Dragon I had seen upon arriving here, but it was unmistakably an ancient-class Dragon.

-Everyone! Swing your blades thinking you’re erasing all the spreading poison!

Wrath advised that this was the only way to block that toxic breath.

‘I understand!’

Raon thrust his body forward through the virulent breath spreading like a duke’s wings and unleashed the extreme Manhwa Palace.

Raon Zigheart School Sword Technique.
Seventh Form: Void Slash.

The blade of the divine sword, glowing crimson hot, tore through the space where the toxic aura spread.

Shhwaaaaaack!

The virulent breath that had been about to engulf Sepia and the Grand Forest began to be sucked into the rifts of the torn space.

‘Ugh!’

Even as I pushed the virulent breath into the torn space, the pressure bearing down on me didn’t diminish. The sheer force of the breath felt like it was crushing my shoulders and tearing my flesh apart. It truly was the dragon’s most formidable weapon.
The shockwave from the incredibly powerful breath pressed down on my shoulders, and it felt like my flesh was bursting apart. As expected, it was truly the Dragon’s ultimate weapon.

But if the sword stopped here, both the Red-haired Elf and the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen would die from the remaining poison. It had to be blocked no matter what.

Ding!

Raon clenched his teeth and swung the divine sword all the way to the horizon stretching far into the distance.
The venomous breath ultimately failed to reach Sepia and was sucked into the split crevasse, sinking into the flames.

“W-what is this…?”

The Black Dragon trembled his massive snout, seemingly unable to imagine that his venomous breath would fade away because of a single human’s sword.

Wrath. I’m taking back what I said yesterday.

A blue light of rage settled over Raon’s bright red eyes.

-The toxins will season it nicely, so it’ll be delicious!
The poison will season it, so it’ll be nice and salty!

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