The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 982

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Chapter 982

-You’re not wrong about that.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he watched the sand dune trembling violently.

-If we had continued that way, we wouldn’t have been able to save the Dwarf and the humans.
‘That’s right. The Gwangpung Corps would have been in danger too, but people among the hostages would have died.’

Raon nodded while brushing sand off his hands.

‘Because Desiuros’s Lair has a barrier spell on it.’

Desiuros had placed a defensive spell on his sand-built Lair that could incinerate both the outside and inside.

It was a cruel trap that would reduce not only intruders but also hostages trying to help from within to ashes.

‘If we had dug through the sand like that, Latiru and the other Dwarves waiting for us would have all died too.’

Just as Latiru had said, Desiuros was not merely strong—he was a cunning lizard.

“Hey! You crazy bastard!”

Martha burst out of the sand like she was swimming, her voice sharp with indignation.

“Why are you doing this?!”

Burren’s patience had worn thin as well, and he ground his teeth.

“Sigh…”

Lunan brushed the sand from his clothes calmly, as if he believed there was a reason behind it all.

“That’s the enemy! The enemy!”
“He gives us a mission and then tries to stop us!”
“What the hell are you trying to do?! You damned demon!”

The other Gwangpung Hall swordsmen scrambled out of the sand, screaming in terror.

-Even among Demons, there’s nothing like this!

Wrath furrowed his brow, questioning why he was comparing the Demon Race to such a monster.

-But today, I can understand why those bastards feel this way.

He closed his eyes tightly, sympathizing with the Gwangpung Hall disciples’ plight.

“If you’d continued in that state, not only would you have been roasted, but the hostages inside would’ve been turned to ash as well.”

I gestured with my chin toward the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, whose expressions had grown grim.

“What…? Really?”

Martha’s eyes widened as if she hadn’t known at all.

“I kept spreading my aura just in case, but I didn’t sense anything like that….”

Burren’s fingertips trembled as he admitted he’d never felt the flow of magic.

“It seemed to be there very faintly….”

Lunan narrowed his eyes, as if only now sensing the flow of magic.

“Then….”
“For us?”
“Lord Raon….”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen seemed to grasp my intention, their lips trembling slightly.

“Your opponent is an Ancient Dragon. He can easily set up magic to deceive your senses.”

I shook my head while looking at the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“Latiru gave you a hint beforehand—that Desiuros isn’t just strong, but a cunning reptile. You should have conducted a more thorough reconnaissance around the Lair. That’s a deduction in your evaluation.”

I clicked my tongue, noting that while the plan itself wasn’t bad, the preliminary investigation had been lacking.

‘If I had truly examined the surroundings in meticulous detail, I could have detected the flow of magic.’

Desiuros seemed to regard the hostages as beneath notice, for he had not perfectly concealed his protective magic.

There were places where the magical currents twisted unnaturally, and had the officers maintained their focus to the very end, they would surely have found them.

-To be honest, it is no simple feat.

Wrath furrowed his brow as he observed the bewildered Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

-For those children to evade the gaze of an ancient dragon while perceiving the flow of magic is as difficult as threading a needle’s eye.

He nodded, understanding why they had failed to discover it.

“Then, Lord Raon… were you trying to rescue us…?”

Dorian clasped his hands together, his voice trembling with gratitude.

“Not really.”

Raon shook his head firmly.

“I have little interest in whether you burn or not, but I must honor the promise I made to Latiru.”

While it was satisfying to humble the confidence of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen and impart a lesson, even setting aside my promise to Latiru, I could not simply allow the hostages to perish in the flames.

“Since that is the case, I shall go rescue the hostages. Do your best to hold back that lizard.”

Raon waved his hand lightly and descended back into the sand.

Kuguguguguguguguuu!

The moment Raon vanished, the earth trembled as if it would collapse, the sand mountain subsided, and a transcendent being adorned in scales of an unsettling crimson hue emerged into view.

A neck so long that its end was not visible stretched up into the sky, and massive wings spread as if to cover the battlefield, summoning a gray sand storm.

Gooooooooo!

From the sky above, eyes burning brighter than the sun itself gleamed with murderous intent. The aura that only dragons possessed—the terror of the wyrm—swept across the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

Uuuuuuuuu!

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall trembled as they gripped their blades, overwhelmed by the transcendent killing intent radiating from the ancient dragon, cold sweat streaming down their faces.

Sensing Desiuros’s immense malice, they all arrived at the same thought.

‘Raon Zigheart. You absolute madman!’

How are we supposed to handle that?!

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Kugugugugu!

Desiuros furrowed his brow as he observed the humans cowering beneath his aura.

‘Insects daring to…’

He had been contentedly admiring a new treasure received from his slaves when these insects—creatures he viewed as mere vermin—had dared to insult him by calling him a lizard.

Having endured thousands of years without mockery, he had demolished the Lair and revealed his true form to crush them one by one.

Yet upon examining the humans before him, they were not entirely insignificant vermin.

‘There are more than a few Grand Masters among them.’

These humans possessed enough power to devour even a Celestial Dragon, though they could never reach him.

‘Of course, they are not difficult opponents.’

The human swordsmen trembled violently throughout their bodies, overwhelmed by his aura. If he merely lashed out with the tail he kept hidden behind him, he could kill them all in a single strike.

‘I should kill half of them and keep the rest alive to extract information.’

No one except his own kind knew that he had created the Lair in this place.

It meant information had leaked from somewhere, so I decided to torture them to extract what they knew.

Kugugugugu.

Desiuros raised his tail, which seemed even longer than the desert itself.

“You bastards! Don’t you dare falter!”

A black-haired human woman drew her sword and roared.

“We’ve endured that madman’s training! A lizard like this is nothing we can’t shred!”

She stamped her foot hard, refusing to entertain defeat before the battle even began.

“Right. We’ll win.”

The silver-haired human woman raised her sword, its blade emanating a chilling murderous intent that belied her blank expression.

“We can do this….”

She assumed her battle stance with composure, completely unaffected by his aura.

“That’s right. Raon wouldn’t give us an impossible task. No, the Lord would never assign us something we can’t accomplish. Let’s rescue the hostages and capture that lizard!”

A blue-haired human man stepped forward.

“Advance!”

At his cry of “Advance!”, the humans who had been cowering in fear gathered together, unleashing a formidable aura.

Fwoooooosh!

As the human swordsmen raised their blades, an aura of a completely different caliber surged forth from them.

The eerie sword energy that could easily reach me sent a chilling shiver down my spine.

‘This could be dangerous….’

I wouldn’t die, but it seemed I could sustain serious wounds fighting against them.

Desiuros had been told by the Lord to conserve his strength for the war that would soon erupt, so it seemed prudent to avoid direct confrontation.

‘Should I use the hostages?’

Based on their words and actions, it was clear these humans prioritized rescuing the hostages in the Lair over killing him.

With the hostages before them, deploying magic would allow him to slaughter them with ease.

[Come forth.]

He gestured toward the Lair, summoning his slaves. The slaves, gripped by terror of him, could not refuse even at the sound of his voice—as if bound by an oath.

Yet despite his call, not a single slave emerged from the Lair.

[What is this…?]

Desiuros furrowed his brow and sent mana flowing into the depths of the Lair.

‘Not a single one?’

Impossible!

Only a short time had passed since he revealed himself, yet the Lair now stood empty—not a soul remained.

Both the Dwarves and human slaves had vanished, and the Guardians watching over them lay dead. It felt like a nightmare.

‘This cannot be…’

The Lair was sealed with his barrier magic and protective enchantments. Forcing an exit would trigger ninth-circle magic that would incinerate anyone attempting it, yet somehow they had disappeared.

[What have you done, you wretches!]

As Desiuros glared savagely at the human swordsmen, sand erupted violently behind him.

“Ah, we made it just in time.”

A golden-haired, crimson-eyed human burst from the exploding sand dune, smacking his lips with satisfaction.

Behind him stood the Dwarves and humans he had enslaved, their expressions vacant—they too seemed unable to comprehend what was happening.

[So it was you!]

Desiuros ground his teeth and glared at the golden-haired, red-eyed human.

[I don’t know what tricks you’ve employed, but it’s all futile. You cannot escape this place alive….]

By his nature, he should have screamed that he’d slaughter them all and unleashed a torrent of magic, yet his hands refused to move.

‘What is this?’

The human appeared weak enough that a single Ninth Circle spell would suffice to kill him, yet an inexplicable dread crept through him.

‘That one… something is different.’

An alien presence emanated from him, but I cannot simply stand idle either.

It was time to deploy magic to gauge the golden-haired, red-eyed human’s true capabilities.

“Is it alright if I just watch you?”

The golden-haired, red-eyed human shrugged as if asking whether it truly mattered.

[Silence….]

As he began to command silence, a searing pain tore through his feet.

Screeeeeech!

The human swordsmen who had closed in without warning pierced through his mana barrier and scales, carving deep wounds across his legs.

[Impossible!]

Desiuros’s eyes widened in shock. He had sensed their threatening aura and erected a triple-layered mana shield, yet it had been breached.

“We broke through!”
“Amplifying the power of Kangwan through the Gwangpung Sword Formation is more than enough!”
“Keep the momentum!”

The human swordsmen, sensing their attack had succeeded, surged forward with renewed ferocity.

[These wretched insects!]

Desiuros furrowed his brow and unleashed a rain of flames. While the area of effect wasn’t particularly wide, the power was formidable enough to incinerate all of those humans.

“Scatter!”

The blue-haired human issued the command to scatter without lifting his gaze.

Whoooosh!

The human swordsmen scattered in all directions without the slightest hesitation, abandoning their formation.

Crackle!

They evaded the massive downpour of flames cascading from above, and sliced through the trailing wisps of fire with their blades.

“Regroup!”

The moment the rain of flames ceased, the human swordsmen converged at the center once more, unleashing a barrage of razor-sharp cuts toward him.

[These… these bastards!]

Desiuros twisted his expression and summoned a colossal spear of flame that warped the very air around it.

Boom!

The divine spear of flame struck the ground and erupted in a catastrophic explosion, engulfing the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

[Vermin…]

Desiuros turned his gaze away, anticipating the annihilation of the humans.

Whoooosh!

The human swordsmen pierced through the inferno and drove their blades into his body once more.

[Defend!]

Desiuros uttered a draconic incantation and erected a barrier that prevented the humans’ blades from advancing further.

‘This crazy bastard….’

Fortunately, Desiuros’s defensive barrier blocked their blades from penetrating further. Had I been even a moment slower, my legs would have been severed clean off.

[Begone!]

Desiuros summoned a tempest through draconic speech, sweeping all the human swordsmen back in one violent surge.

“This actually works?”

The black-haired woman smacked her lips, clearly surprised that her strategy was proving effective.

“All those years training on the Beach paid off. With an aura reinforced properly, we can even withstand a Dragon’s heat.”

The blue-haired human nodded in satisfaction as well.

“Still, it’s exhausting….”

The silver-haired woman stuck her tongue out long, struggling against the oppressive heat.

[Damn insects!]

Desiuros ground his teeth as he watched the humans murmur their satisfaction.

‘These vermin are troublesome, but that one is the real problem.’

The golden-haired, crimson-eyed human holding the line behind them. That one was the reason his movements remained constrained.

‘The slaves can be gathered again. I’ll kill that one first.’

No matter how special he was, he remained merely human. I resolved to erase him completely and opened the Dragon Heart’s mana to its absolute limit.

Uuuuuuuuung!

Desiuros unleashed the transcendent magic Crimson Lotus Radiance, letting it cascade down upon the golden-haired, crimson-eyed human’s head.

Kuwaaaaaaaaa!

Crimson Lotus Radiance was a magic that melted all things with its heat while weaving light attributes into it, triggering cascading explosions.

No matter how strong that human was, he couldn’t possibly block every explosion.

Kuwaaaaaaaah!

The crimson radiance detonated before the golden-haired, red-eyed human, melting the gray sand like molten metal, while scarlet lava surged upward all around.

Whoooosh!

Yet even within that colossal explosion, the golden-haired human and the slaves behind him remained utterly unscathed.

[Huh…?]

Desiuros’s eyes widened as he stared at the golden-haired, red-eyed human.

[What in blazes are you…?]

The human merely drew his sword, yet my magic was severed outright. I couldn’t fathom what he’d done.

[What did you just do?!]

As Desiuros roared at the golden-haired, red-eyed human, the human swordsmen behind him pierced through his defensive barrier with their assault.

[Grrrraaaah!]

The wounds themselves weren’t deep, but after centuries without pain, enduring successive agony ignited a profound irritation within me.

“Don’t mind me. Focus on those worms instead. Let’s play at their level.”

The golden-haired, red-eyed human tilted his chin with arrogant composure.

[Ignorant insect!]

Desiuros unfurled his massive wings. As they moved, the tremendous gust pressure sent the charging Gwangpung Hall swordsmen staggering backward.

Whoooooosh!

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall fired Ganghwan and Ganggi, but Desiuros had already risen into the sky and evaded all their attacks.

[I wished to spare you out of past affection, but it seems unavoidable. I’ll erase you all!]

Desiuros drew in the ambient mana, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

[Curse them! Your deaths are all because of those humans!]

With a cry laden with malice, he opened his enormous maw wide enough to swallow even the sun itself.

From within the dragon’s gaping black jaws, a heat intense enough to incinerate the entire world began to pour forth.

Kuguguguguguuu!

The Red Dragon’s most formidable weapon—the breath of flame.

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“As expected….”

I watched Desiuros compress his vast mana and clicked my tongue softly.

“So that’s how it comes.”

Dragons are born as the supreme race, so they cannot tolerate the mere notion that humans could match them.

Even now, rather than dragging out time and fighting with wisdom, he thought only of erasing us with raw power.

“R-Raon! Shouldn’t you be blocking it now?”

Martha stamped her foot, demanding to know what I was doing.

“W-well, it does seem like it’s coming….”

Burren swallowed hard, looking up at Desiuros.

“W-two suns….”

Lunan blinked rapidly, watching the sun and the compressed breath of flame condensing beside it from Desiuros.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
“Grrrraaaaaahhh!”

Dorian and Crain screamed, clinging to each other.

“Look at that damn bastard just standing there!”

Trevin clenched his lips, as if he’d already surrendered to his fate.

“F-flames… the breath of flames….”
“W-what do we do now!”
“We’re all going to die!”
“I knew we shouldn’t have come out! We should’ve just stayed below!”

The humans who had been enslaved by Desiuros screamed, demanding to know why they’d been rescued in the first place.

“No, perhaps this is better.”
“At least we’ll be free from that damned Dragon’s torment.”
“We are still of the proud Dwarf race. We will not beg, not even here.”

While some of the Dwarves felt the terror of death, most clenched their charred fists, deciding that dying was preferable, their resolve unbroken.

“Do not give up.”

Latiru, the clan leader with the brown beard, stepped forward and shook his head.

“These are people sent by Borgos. He would never speak carelessly about us.”

He showed more faith in Borgos than in Raon or the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall.

“You invoke the name of Borgos….”

I turned to look at Latiru and let out a short laugh.

“Then I cannot afford to move carelessly. I will keep my promise without fail.”

With those words, I drove both the Heavenly Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword into the scorched gray earth.

[It’s over!]

Desiuros opened his maw wider and unleashed the concentrated breath of flames he had been gathering.

Whoooooosh!

Before the breath of flames could even touch them, a scorching heat wave descended, further dampening the fighting spirit of the humans.

[They’ll all be erased… hm?]

As Desiuros continued to spew his breath of flames, a golden sun and a silver moon rose on either side of him.

[I don’t know what you’re attempting, but it’s already too late!]

He seemed to trust in his own flame, pouring out his breath to the very end and unleashing a breath of fire that had reached its extreme limit.

He slowly closed his mouth, anticipating that the arrogant human’s face, the swordsmen who had wounded him, and the pathetic slaves he had used would all disappear.

Hwaaaaaaaaa!

The moment a crystalline frost wind grazed the tip of his nose, time seemed to stop as the breath solidified in midair without touching the ground.

[What….]

As Desiuros blinked at this bizarre situation he was experiencing for the first time in his life, the breath of flames that had been spreading as if to swallow the entire desert froze into a deep blue and shattered into thousands of shards.

Kyaaaaaaang!

Within the shower of ice embedded with crimson flames, the golden-haired, red-eyed human twisted his lips upward.

“I told you. Focus on them instead.”

Raon pointed his chin toward the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Hall, his piercing gaze flashing with lethal intent.

“You and I aren’t in the same league.”

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