The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 993

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Chapter 993

“Raon Zigheart….”

The Green Blade Master’s eyes trembled as he beheld me, clearly shaken by the revelation.

“You killed Guisalchang?”

He bit his lips deeply while gazing at Blood Horn, Guisalchang’s prized steed.

“….”

I did not answer the Green Blade Master’s question, instead turning my gaze toward Mark Goeten behind me.

“You’ve finally achieved it.”

Mark Goeten had not betrayed my faith, and here in this place, he awakened and ascended to the realm of Grand Master.

Judging by how he had settled into a higher realm than when Burren, Martha, and Lunan had awakened, it seemed the reward for all those long years of never abandoning the sword, even when his strength did not increase, had finally come.

“It is thanks to your faith, my lord.”

Mark Goeten bowed his head without even wiping away the blood flowing from his wounds, attributing it all to me.

“Had it not been for you, my lord, I would still….”
“I know you have much to say, but let us settle this place first.”

I smiled faintly and waved my hand.

“Please take care of her.”

After dismounting from Blood Horn’s saddle, I handed Merlin over to Mark Goeten.

“Ugh….”

Mark Goeten let out a low groan upon seeing Merlin’s condition, her body covered in wounds from lance thrusts.

“I will protect it with my life.”
“That won’t be necessary.”

I calmly lowered my hand and drew the Heavenly Sword.

“Nothing will reach you.”

I stepped forward before the Green Blade Master, speaking as though no one could ever touch him.

“Green Blade Master.”

I glanced at the Green Blade Master and tilted my chin slightly.

“I’m tired of seeing that serpent helmet.”

From Geummyeonsa, whom I first encountered at the Eden Branch, to this Green Blade Master who attacked Sepia—I had faced four different colored serpent helmets, and the mere sight of them now filled me with irritation.

“I let you go in Sepia, but you won’t have such luck today.”

I had spared him in Sepia to minimize casualties, but today I had no intention of showing such mercy.
I tightened my grip on the Heavenly Sword, vowing not only to kill the Green Blade Master but the next serpent helmet as well.

“Ugh…”

The Green Blade Master bit his lip, seemingly overwhelmed by the killing intent radiating from me, and retreated backward.

Thud.

I walked forward as he retreated, narrowing my gaze.

‘He hasn’t grown stronger at all.’

Considerable time had passed since I last saw the Green Blade Master in Sepia, yet his martial power had not changed significantly.
The way he kept resurrecting suggested there was another secret to his strength.

‘Before I kill him…’
-What are you planning now?

Wrath tilted his head curiously.

‘There are a few things I need to confirm.’

I retrieved the blood-red bell I had tucked away in my uniform pocket.

“Green Blade Master. Do you know what this is?”

I looped the ring attached to the bell around my fingertip and held it forward.

“Why is that object in your hands…?”

The Green Blade Master halted his retreating steps, his eyes widening within his helmet.

Gugugugugu!

It wasn’t just the Green Blade Master. The other Eden Ghosts, upon seeing the bell, revealed eyes as bestial as wild beasts and drooled with viscous saliva.

“No…”

The Green Blade Master clutched his head and exhaled a heavy breath.

“Merlin is with you, and Guisalchang is dead, so it’s only natural.”

He nodded heavily as if understanding the situation.

“Haaa…”

The Green Blade Master’s hand trembled as he gripped his sword.

“As long as that object is in your possession, I cannot simply withdraw.”

He pressed his lips firmly together, as if accepting that he had no choice but to fight.

“Our thoughts align. I had no intention of letting you leave either.”

I chuckled softly and spun the bell around my fingertip.

“So what exactly is this bell that provokes such a reaction?”

I tilted my chin, demanding an answer from the Green Blade Master.

“You may know it, but you’ll never understand it.”

The Green Blade Master smacked his lips as he gazed at the spear wound Guisalchang had torn across Raon’s chest.

“I’ll stop you here, even if it means inheriting Guisalchang’s will.”

He openly revealed his intention to exploit my injuries, smacking his lips once more.

“Don’t sully Guisalchang’s name with your filthy mouths.”

I clenched my jaw and furrowed my brow.

“Hmph!”

As the Green Blade Master snorted and lowered his hand, the monsters and Eden Ghosts standing behind him surged toward me simultaneously.

“The Cheonra Net Formation is gone!”

Mark Goeten shouted that the formation’s pressure had vanished with the commander’s death.

“Understood.”

I nodded calmly and gazed at the incoming wave of monsters.

‘The Cheonra Net Formation is certainly broken, but…’

The monsters’ fighting spirit had grown even more vicious.

While the formation’s overwhelming pressure no longer existed as before, the aura emanating from the Eden Ghosts—perhaps because of this bell—was infused with lethal intent.

“Wait and see.”

The Green Blade Master didn’t charge at me directly. Instead, he retreated behind the monsters and Eden Ghosts, concealing his presence. It seemed he wasn’t fleeing, but rather circling to find an opportunity to strike.

-Growing uglier by the moment.

Wrath clicked his tongue in disdain.

-At least there was some pleasure in facing him head-on before!

He snorted derisively, remarking that the creature became pathetic each time the mask changed color.

‘I share that sentiment.’

Raon nodded and pressed forward.

Kuuuuuung!

The moment the massive monster and Eden Ghosts closed in, I activated Glacsia and stomped down with the True Demon King’s stance.

Screeeech!

The ground beneath my feet erupted violently, sending all the charging monsters and Eden Ghosts hurtling into the air.

“K-keep attacking!”
“We must kill him here!”
“If your hands fail, bite with your teeth!”

The Eden Ghosts and monsters, suspended in mid-air, hurled themselves at me regardless.

But my attack did not end with merely launching them skyward.

Craaaack!

Silver frost erupted from the fissured earth, transforming the airborne monsters and Eden Ghosts into colossal shards of ice.
It was a martial technique derived from Wrath’s ultimate technique, the Aurora of Silver.

Whoooosh.

As the monsters and Eden Ghosts froze and my vision cleared, Raon’s eyes darted to the right.
Behind the sun-bright crimson gaze, I caught the movement of the Green Blade Master.

“Damn it!”

The Green Blade Master, meeting my eyes, hastily retreated in alarm.

“So you were there.”

I released the Heavenly Sword I held in my hand into the air.

Whoooosh!

The Heavenly Sword, wreathed in emerald wind, rose of its own accord as if possessed of life and descended toward the Green Blade Master.

“Victorious Sword!”

The Green Blade Master halted his retreat and seized the blade with both hands. Transcendent aura bloomed from his fingertips as brilliant green radiance surged across the sword’s surface.

“Hraaaaaaaah!”

In the instant the Green Blade Master unleashed a full-power slash to repel my assault, the Heavenly Sword vanished before his eyes.

“What!”

As the Green Blade Master’s pupils trembled in shock, the Heavenly Sword pierced through space and erupted forth, curving toward his chest.

Raon Zigheart’s sword technique.
Eighth Form: Chilling Breeze.

My own sword strike—an evolution of Aris’s spatial severance and Rimer’s Garunua elevated to an even greater height—pierced through the Green Blade Master’s blade and drove into his opening.

“Damn it!”

The Green Blade Master, true to his transcendent nature, perceived the flow of the Chilling Breeze and retreated rightward while erecting a wall of aura.

Yet the Heavenly Sword, following my will, did not lose track of the Green Blade Master’s movement and clung to him relentlessly.

Piercing crack!

The Heavenly Sword, wrapped in vibrant emerald wind, shattered the aura wall the Green Blade Master had raised as his final defense and pierced through his chest.

“Cough, hack, hack!”

The Green Blade Master spewed black blood and his feet stilled. Unable to withstand the Heavenly Sword’s overwhelming weight—a force that even crushed the will of transcendents—he collapsed to his knees.

“Speak.”

I approached the Green Blade Master and raised the blood-red orb before his eyes.

“What is this bell?”
“…I don’t know. Even if I did, I couldn’t tell you.”

The Green Blade Master shook his head, spitting blood. Despite the icy wind-laden blade piercing his chest and the excruciating agony it brought, he refused to open his mouth further.

“Then what is your identity? Why do you keep surviving?”

I furrowed my brow as I posed the second question.

“I think I mentioned it before….”

The Green Blade Master shook his head with difficulty.

“You’ll find out soon. This time, truly….”

He smirked as if this death was not his last.

“Fine. Then….”

I withdrew the Heavenly Sword from the Green Blade Master’s chest.

“Die.”

Without hesitation, I swung the blade and severed his neck.

“Ah, no….”

The Green Blade Master’s eyes trembled, as if he hadn’t expected me to sever his neck so directly, before he collapsed.

‘There’s no need to drag this out any further.’

I could have extracted information about the bell by torturing the Green Blade Master, but with Tacheon or other Eden transcendents arriving at any moment, escaping this place quickly took priority.

“Defeating a transcendent so easily….”

Mark Goeten let out an incredulous laugh. He seemed even more flustered, having clashed with the Green Blade Master before.

“Let’s go.”

I climbed back onto Blood Horn’s saddle and gestured to Mark Goeten.

“Ah, no. I can use my own legs….”
“Riding this beast will be faster.”

Blood Horn’s speed surpassed Mark Goeten’s full sprint. With injuries sustained, riding the horse was undoubtedly the better choice.

“Ah, understood.”

Mark Goeten rolled his eyes in disbelief before mounting Blood Horn.

“Let’s go!”

Before I could even flick the reins, Blood Horn read my intent and bolted forward, thundering across the field.

Thoom!

Blood Horn crossed the field and entered the mountain we had ascended before arriving here. The beast understood my will without a single word.

Clop-clop-clop-clop!

Normally, horses lose considerable speed climbing mountains, but Blood Horn defied such constraints entirely, ascending the slope at the same velocity as flat ground.

“Gasp!”

Mark Goeten’s jaw hung slack in astonishment at Blood Horn’s velocity.

‘Certainly worthy of amazement.’

I nodded while running my hand through Blood Horn’s mane.

‘Not inferior even to masters of the highest caliber.’

Blood Horn’s fundamental speed, instantaneous acceleration, and directional control exceeded even Grand Masters, and terrain like mountains posed no obstacle.
I never imagined such a war horse could exist.

-Master, I wish to ride this beast myself.

Wrath smacked his lips with desire to experience Blood Horn firsthand.

‘It certainly feels refreshing and pleasant.’
-That’s not it!

Wrath furrowed his brow, clearly wanting something else.

‘Then what?’

I rolled my eyes at Wrath, waiting for his explanation.

-Your words are grand and magnificent! This one suits the True Demon King perfectly!

Wrath drooled shamelessly, utterly captivated by the elegant appearance of Blood Horn.

-It doesn’t suit you at all, so hand it over to the True Demon King! I’ll use it exceptionally well!
‘Sigh…’

I let out a short breath and shook my head slowly.

-Why aren’t you answering! You didn’t seem particularly eager to accept it either!

Ignoring Wrath’s outcry, I turned to face Mark Goeten.

“Congratulations.”

I nodded, offering my felicitations on his ascension to Grand Master.

“It’s truly all thanks to you, Lord Raon.”

Mark Goeten bit his lip and bowed his head.

“If you hadn’t accepted me, I’d still be stuck in some tavern right now.”

He offered a bitter smile, acknowledging that he would have abandoned the path of the sword and sold his soul for pittance.

“No. What you’ve achieved now isn’t something I gave you—it’s something you accomplished yourself.”

I shook my head, meeting Mark Goeten’s gaze directly.

“Not everyone possesses the courage to kneel before someone younger and beg for acceptance. And the willpower to honor the promises you made to yourself afterward is equally rare.”

Even now, my first meeting with Mark Goeten comes to mind as vividly as if it were yesterday.
That a person whose body and spirit were both shattered has now transformed into a warrior like myself—it wasn’t because my teachings were exceptional, but because he himself made a desperate effort that bordered on death.

While it was true that I had helped him, I didn’t want to diminish the growth of a warrior who had achieved his own transformation through direct struggle.

“…Thank you.”

Mark Goeten seemed to understand my intent, his shoulders trembling as he bowed his head.

“Until the day I die. No, even after death, I will serve you, Master.”

He raised his fist once more in a gesture of renewed vow, striking his own chest.

“There will be much more to do ahead.”

I continued to ask for his support and turned my gaze forward once more.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!

Blood Horn had already climbed to the mountain peak and was preparing to descend again.

‘It would be good to summon Larian after crossing this mountain.’

I gazed down at the base of the mountain, my lips curling slightly.

‘Her condition won’t be good either.’

Larian had used magic that even Chamber couldn’t perform to send me and Mark Goeten to this place.
For a Transcendent to spend roughly thirty minutes preparing before casting such magic, there must have been considerable strain.

For her sake as well, it seemed best to leave this land filled with curses and request assistance.

‘But…’

As I descended the mountain, I withdrew the crimson bell from my pocket.

‘What exactly is this bell?’

The reason I deployed the Cheonra Net Formation to track Merlin, the reason the Green-robed Demon fled and attacked—it was all because of this bell. Though its true nature remained unknown, one thing was certain: it was something of great importance.

‘Is this truly an Eden artifact…?’

I shook the silent bell, my eyes narrowing.

-Dodge!

A deafening roar tore through the air!

Before Wrath’s warning fully reached my ears, brilliant light flashed across the darkened sky.

White radiance and black light. Dozens of beams pierced through my senses and rained down from above.

Clang!

I drew the Heavenly Sword to protect Merlin, Mark Goeten, and Blood Horn cradled in my arms, and raised the Neck Wheel Sword as a barrier sword to create two layers of bead walls.

But the flashes falling from the sky pierced through the bead walls, striking my chest and Blood Horn’s legs.

Boom!

I bounced off Blood Horn and tumbled down the mountainside.

“Damn….”

I lifted my head without even thinking to stop the bleeding wound on my chest.

A heavy wind swept across.

Mark Goeten stood trembling on the blackened, crater-riddled ground, coughing blood, while Blood Horn leaned against a tree with a broken leg, letting out pained cries.

‘Merlin… where is Merlin….’

As I turned my head with difficulty, I saw Merlin collapsed beneath a rock on the left. Bright red blood oozed from her chest. The wound that had barely healed had reopened.

“Merlin!”

I used the Heavenly Sword as a staff to push myself up. As I gathered strength in my legs to rush toward her, the black sky split open and brilliant radiance bloomed forth.

Sacred yet cold light enveloped the figure descending—a Strange Being wearing a handsome young man’s mask. Tacheon. The leader of Eden himself had come to block my path.

“You certainly do things with flair.”

Tacheon placed a hand over his gray robes, which bore the embroidered images of demon horns and angel wings, and offered a warm smile.

“Sword Master Raon Zigheart.”

The moment he extended his pale hand—white as if it had never seen sunlight—to seize my throat, something shifted.

Tuquaaaaaaang!

A pristine white magic circle erupted around me, Merlin, and Mark Goeten, repelling Tacheon’s grasp.

Uuuuuung!

A blonde woman in a voluminous robe stepped forth from within the magic circle, positioning herself protectively before Tacheon.

Gooooooo!

Larian, the Tower Master. Her blue eyes, which always appeared so indolent and weary, now gleamed with the razor-sharp brilliance of a masterwork blade.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Larian turned her gaze toward me and gave a small nod.

“I needed to make some preparations. And…”

She leveled a short blade that shimmered with blue light at Tacheon, whose smile never wavered.

“I had to choose the right tools for dissecting that thing.”

Larian advanced toward Tacheon with bold, measured steps, as if to say I should trust her now. Beneath her quiet footfalls, the surge of mana that unfurled shook the entire mountain.

Kugugugugugu!

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