The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 891

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Chapter 891

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed upon the grassland engulfed in violet waves.

‘What in the world has happened here?’

This region, where Bodri Village stood, was originally a place where vast grasslands and mountainous terrain intermingled. While not as fertile as the Central Region of the Continent, it had possessed sufficient grass to feed livestock. Now, however, the violet waves obscured even the weeds from view.

‘Malice….’

But it was no ordinary malice.

Malice was the concentrated force of the resentment of the dead. I had encountered powerful malice while battling Necromancers, yet the aura that now blanketed the grassland was far more sinister than anything I had known.

Roooaaarrr!

The problem was not merely the malice that covered the ground. From within that grotesque violet tide, bizarre monsters erupted endlessly.

Uuuuung.

The Soul Reaper Sword also rang out a cautious warning, as if it too sensed something sinister in the purple fraud.

-Foul indeed.

Wrath clicked his tongue as he surveyed the battlefield.

-Such a stench cannot arise from the death of one or two. It appears countless souls have been sacrificed.

He furrowed his brow, remarking that whoever this was, they were a terrible being.

‘Indeed.’

I exhaled sharply as I observed the undulating violet waves.

‘And it’s still growing.’

The violet sea appeared to merely ripple in place, but upon closer inspection, it was expanding ever so gradually.

“Why are you just standing there instead of coming down? You must be tired too… Huh?”

Martha was about to tease Raon when she looked down the mountain and her eyes widened.

“What, what is that!”

She trembled as she watched the violet waves painting the entire battlefield.

“Purple smoke? No, is it aura? What on earth is that….”

Burren Zigheart also couldn’t accept what his eyes were showing him and swallowed hard.

“There’s a foul stench….”

Lunan Slion, as if already catching the reek of malice, pinched his nose with his fingers and furrowed his brow.

“Ugh….”

Dorian gasped, unable to have imagined such a situation.

“What, what is that?”

He trembled as he watched the darkly shimmering violet waves.

“It’s malice—resentment of the dead condensed into form.”

I snapped my fingers to gather the attention of the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

“Exposure to malice will rot your body and blacken your mind. Surround yourselves with mana throughout your entire body as protection.”

After giving the Gwangpung Corps time to steady their breathing, I lowered my gaze to the base of the mountain. I could see countless people gathered at the foot of the mountain I had climbed.

‘Are those the people of Bodri Village?’

More than I expected.

Bodri Village had originally been a small place, but it seemed that people tired of the tyranny of lords and city officials had gathered there, swelling its population to near-city levels.

‘The Cheoljeon Unit is at the front.’

The Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen were engaged in combat with monsters before the purple wave to protect the people of Bodri Village.

‘Trevin….’

At the forefront of the Cheoljeon Unit stood a blonde middle-aged man delivering powerful sword strikes. Trevin pushed back the monsters without any change in his demeanor.

‘His condition isn’t good.’

Trevin had reached Grand Master after the war with the Nambuk Alliance, but perhaps because he had continued fighting while exposed to miasma, his hands trembled as he gripped his sword. He appeared quite exhausted.

Yet even in his weakened state, he didn’t retreat a single step, protecting the Cheoljeon Unit and the people of Bodri Village.

“It would be best to descend quickly.”

Mark Goeten bit his lip, thinking it would be better to go down and help the people.

“Gwangpung Corps. Charge forward with all your strength to stand before the Cheoljeon Unit.”

I nodded and gave the order for the Gwangpung Corps to charge.

“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps took a deep breath and kicked off the frozen ground. They descended the mountain at a faster pace than when they first set out on this journey.

Whoooosh.

I chased after the Gwangpung Corps, spreading my aura in all directions.

‘I don’t sense anything unusual.’

It wouldn’t be strange to assume there were no Necromancers if they eluded my senses, but given what I’d experienced so far, I didn’t let my guard down and focused my mind as I moved.

-Sigh…

Wrath shook his head as he gazed at the undulating purple wave.

-Looks like dinner will be hardtack again.
‘Just dinner?’

I shook my head as I gazed at the violet sea that flooded the grassland.

-What?
‘Probably not just tomorrow, but the day after as well.’
-This damned mess!

Wrath scrunched up the bridge of his nose sharply.

-Whoever caused this disaster, step forward! The True Demon King will catch you himself!

He clenched his fist and shook it, declaring he’d beat down even a Demon Lord if necessary.

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“Haaah….”

Trevin severed the neck of a decayed werewolf that burst from the sea of miasma, exhaling a turbid breath.

“There’s no end to this.”

The violet sea rippling before his eyes had originally been smaller than a stream.

But as it swallowed the corpses of monsters he and the Cheoljeon Unit had slain, then consumed the villagers themselves, it had grown to an unmanageable size like this.

As the waves expanded, the number of monsters erupting from within multiplied, forcing them to fight ceaselessly while being pushed back relentlessly.

“Organization Master! The right flank is collapsing!”

A swordsman of the Cheoljeon Unit gritted his teeth while blocking the fist of a decayed ogre.

“The left flank can’t hold much longer either!”

The swordsman on the left also trembled with ashen lips, exhaling a turbid breath.

“Hold the line! Hold it even if you die!”

Trevin drew a sharp breath and thrust his sword into the violet tide. The Resonance that bloomed along his blade rotated diagonally, unleashing a tremendous explosion.

Kuwaaaaaa!

Even if incomplete, a Resonance was still a Resonance—the monsters were torn to shreds, and the violet wave recoiled violently.

Whoooosh.

But as if it had never been struck, the violet sea filled the empty space once more and surged toward me and the Cheoljeon Unit.

“Reinforcements will arrive soon! Just hold on a little longer!”

Trevin called out for us to endure, gripping his sword tighter.

‘This will be difficult.’

That wave of corruption affected even him, a Grand Master. With the toxic miasma released by the dying corrupted monsters, swordsmen with shallow training could only struggle against it.

But since the people of Bodri Village hadn’t fully evacuated yet, no matter how difficult it was, he couldn’t abandon this line and flee.

“If we fall back here, all the residents will die! Hold the line to the end!”

Trevin drew in corrupted breath and continuously unleashed Resonances to support the exhausted swordsmen.

“S-sir swordsman. We’re fine, so….”

An old man with graying hair approached, his mouth covered with a water-soaked cloth. It was the Village Chief of Bodri Village who had first requested help.

“Please leave now. I’m sorry for calling you here for nothing….”

The Village Chief bowed deeply, apologizing profusely. Despite his cheeks and ears rotting away from corruption exposure, he trembled as he continued to apologize.

“Don’t say such things!”

Trevin shook his head firmly.

“As a Zigheart swordsman, I cannot stand idle witnessing such calamity. If I abandoned you and fled, that friend who will soon arrive would give me quite the scolding!”

He told the Village Chief to fall back and turned his gaze forward.

‘That’s right. I can’t show him a shameful side of myself.’

I accepted Karun’s suggestion that if it were Raon, he would be a vessel capable of embracing me, so why not enter the Gwangpung Hall. I couldn’t retreat here if I was to serve under Raon, who carried true righteousness and cooperation in his heart.

Kwaaaaaaa!

Thinking of Raon, I felt a surge of strength, however slight. I raised an aura above my blade and pushed back the violet wave approaching before my eyes.

Whoooosh!

The violet waves that had been pushed back rippled violently. Based on what I’d witnessed so far, this was a sign that a fairly powerful monster was about to emerge.

“Huh…?”

Trevin let out a hollow breath as he saw what emerged from the wave of malice.

‘A person?’

What appeared this time was a person holding a sword. However, their skin was pale like a zombie’s, and I felt no vitality whatsoever.

“What in the…?”

Just as Trevin furrowed his brow, the swordsman suddenly burst forth and thrust his blade at him.

Clang!

I blocked it, but the zombie swordsman wielded his blade like an aura itself, swinging with tremendous force. Though not overwhelmingly strong, the malice he radiated was so potent that it would make it difficult for the other swordsmen to fight.

‘I need to dispose of him as quickly as possible.’

To prevent the other swordsmen from taking damage, I completely shattered the zombie swordsman’s skull.

But as if this were only the beginning, the violet sea endlessly poured forth decaying monsters and zombie swordsmen.

“Ughhhh…!”

A young Cheoljeon Unit swordsman fighting on the right collapsed, his complexion turned deathly pale.

“I… I can’t breathe….”
“Damn it!”
“Organization Master….”

The other swordsmen couldn’t withstand the killing intent and poison aura, dropping their blades one by one and falling to their knees.

“D-damn it all!”
“Aaaahhh!”

Those still standing tried to protect the fallen, only to sustain wounds themselves and forced to retreat.

The Cheoljeon Unit’s barely-held line crumbled in an instant.

“Organization Master! We cannot hold here! We must withdraw!”

Kamang, the Cheoljeon Unit’s vice-commander, severed a swordsman zombie’s neck while screaming his plea.

“Retreat….”

The moment Trevin spoke of retreat, the wave of killing intent surged violently, wounding him and crashing over the fallen Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen.

‘No….’

Trevin tried to extend his blade to block the killing intent, but he couldn’t protect everywhere. Instead of the left side where he’d reached first, he watched the swordsmen on the right consumed by the wave.

He wanted to help somehow, but there was no way. If he reached toward the right now, the swordsmen on the left would die.

‘Damn it!’

As if witnessing their final moments, memories of all he’d built with his subordinates flashed before his eyes. His heart felt like it was tearing apart.

“Krraaahhh!”

It was the moment Trevin’s anguished cry erupted in the slowing time.

Kwaaaaaaa!

The dark night split open, and a crimson line traced like a comet’s tail. A blade wreathed in scarlet flames cleaved through the violet wave that had been about to engulf the Cheoljeon Unit.

Kuguguguguuu!

The crimson flames pushed back the wave of despair and, with power to spare, incinerated the monster that had been trying to burst free from within.

“That sword is….”

Trevin watched the flaming sword push back the sea of despair, and a smile spread across his weathered face. He turned around and called out the name he’d been waiting for.

“Raon!”

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“It’s been a while, Organization Master.”

Raon bowed his head as he looked at Trevin.

“I must say, I’m disappointed that you couldn’t handle even this despair on your own and had to request support from the family.”

Trevin turned back the words he’d spoken when he came to support the Arian Family, his thin smile cutting through the tension.

“That’s not quite….”

Trevin stammered, caught off guard by the sudden jab.

“We can catch up later. For now, let’s clean this up.”

As Raon snapped his fingers, brilliant light flashed across the darkened sky.

Kuwaaaaaaaa!

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps who had established the Gwangpung Formation descended. Their sword strikes, unleashed in perfect unison, poured down like a meteor shower, obliterating every monster and swordsman zombie that emerged from the purple sea.

But the purple sea only paused for a moment before it began writhing again, surging toward them once more.

“It’s more persistent than I expected.”

The concentration of malevolent energy was far denser than it appeared from the mountain. It was remarkable that the Cheoljeon Unit had endured this long.

Something was definitely lurking within that roiling purple sea.

A sinister presence seemed to be concealed beneath the undulating violet expanse, waiting.

“Attacking with aura proves useless. The moment you cut through it, the purple sea simply reforms in an instant.”

Trevin shook his head, explaining that even his Gangwhan could only momentarily halt the purple sea.

“I was warned it was dangerous, but I never expected the malevolent energy to be erupting like this.”

Raon shook his head, asking why Trevin hadn’t mentioned this aspect.

“When I sent the support request to the family, the malevolent energy wasn’t at this level.”

Trevin’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at the rippling purple waves.

“At first, it was merely a small stream with creatures like goblins emerging. But that stream kept expanding, and before I knew it, it had grown to this size and surrounded us completely.”

He bit his lip as he looked at the blackened, dying earth.

“The people here fled from the tyranny of other cities and came to this place. I wanted to protect their home, but I failed….”

Trevin’s clenched fists trembled as he admitted his own inadequacy.

“Then we simply reclaim it starting now.”

I smiled thinly and twirled the Heavenly Sword.

“What…?”
“If my new subordinate wishes it, there’s nothing I cannot do.”

I waved my fingers with a smile.

“No, this was my stubbornness! You don’t need to exhaust yourself for this!”

Trevin shook his head, suggesting we retreat for now.

“There’s no point in saying anything.”

Martha shook her head firmly.

“That guy doesn’t listen to what others say anyway.”

She shook her head, urging them to give up.

“That’s right. Once he says he’ll do something, he does it.”

Burren Zigheart shook his head, saying it was best to leave him alone.

“Welcome….”

Lunan Slion greeted him warmly and patted Trevin on the shoulder.

“You guys….”

Trevin let out an exasperated sigh, bewildered.

“Welcome to those who have come to Hell of their own volition.”

Crain nodded, his eyes darkened with exhaustion.

“You don’t need to feel so burdened about it.”

Mark Goeten shook his head calmly.

“The Organization Master made that decision because he believed you could do it.”

He raised his finger and pointed ahead.

A deafening roar erupted!

The brilliant white blade of the Heavenly Sword blazed with scorching flames, cleaving through half of the purple sea that had consumed the grassland.

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