The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 994

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Chapter 994

“It’s been a while.”

Tacheon nodded calmly, as if he had already known that Larian would appear here.

“Tower Master Larian.”

He curled the corners of his mask’s mouth upward like human skin and bowed respectfully.

“Did you know I was coming through some kind of heavenly secret or something?”

Larian let a twisted smile cross her face at Tacheon’s composed reaction. Her voice descended with a chill, as if her lips were rimmed with frost.

“Then you must be fully prepared to fight?”

Larian lifted the blue-glowing short sword she held in her hand into the air, as if ready to begin right then and there. Though its flow differed from the Sword of Life, her blade danced with fluid grace as if possessed of its own will, scattering fragments of blue frost.
Though her flow differed from that of the Ikigeoreom, she danced with her dagger as if it were a living thing, scattering fragments of blue frost.

“That’s not it.”

As Tacheon shook his head and moved his fingertips, the crimson bead that Raon had dropped while collapsing floated up on its own.

“I don’t really have any intention to fight…”

Just as he was about to quietly withdraw and reach for the crimson droplet, he spoke.

Ugh! / Argh! / Nooo!

Larian’s dagger flew across the space and fell beside the crimson bead.
“You’ve brought quite an amusing plaything.”

Tacheon smiled faintly and flicked his fingers. The ice that had frozen in protection around the bell shattered into thousands of fragments.

“Is it truly just a plaything?”

“Could it really be a toy?”

As Larian tilted her chin with a mocking smile, the azure dagger unfurled its frigid aura once more, freezing the bell and the space around it solid.

“To reach for that bell before me… how audacious.”

Larian’s eyes narrowed to slits as she gazed upon the blood-crimson bell.

“It must be quite the precious object, then?”

She licked her crimson lips, intrigue kindling within her gaze.

“Sigh…”

Tacheon exhaled a heavy breath, his hand pressed against his brow.

“I merely wished to depart quietly, yet you insist on detaining me.”

A gray murderous intent bloomed across his serene eyes.

“Perhaps your fate shall be rewritten this day.”

Tacheon clicked his tongue softly, as though lamenting the necessity.

“Fate shifts and changes constantly. I place no stock in the celestial machinations you speak of.”

Larian scoffed dismissively, as though such prophecies were beneath consideration.

“A mage trusts only her own intellect and heart.”
“You shall come to regret this.”

Tacheon tilted his chin as though offering a final chance, yet despite his words of release, white and black radiance suffused with murderous intent surged forth from his hands.

“I would release you if I could…”

Larian’s brows lowered slightly.

“But I was asked to capture you without fail.”

Behind her rose daggers identical in form to the azure blade that had frozen the bell, arranged like the ribs of a fan, their blades shimmering in colors that each differed from the last.

“What a shame.”

As Tacheon’s faint smile spread, the blazing white and black light before him radiated even more brilliantly.

“The Master of the Magic Tower disappearing from this place.”

He nodded calmly, as if the outcome was already decided.

“No. One of Eden’s heads will vanish.”

Larian refused to yield, lifting her chin defiantly.

A deafening roar erupted.

The moment the eyes of the two transcendents met beneath the blue moon, black light and a short blade shot forth as if transcending space itself.

A thunderous clash rang out.

The black flash and golden short blade collided, splitting the dark clouds that filled the sky, scattering yellow sparks in all directions.

A tremendous explosion erupted.

As Tacheon fixed his gaze on Larian’s yellow short blade clashing with his black light, a crimson blade burst through the sparks from the right.

A piercing sound tore through the air.

The crimson blade flew at a vicious speed as if to shatter Tacheon’s heart.

“Are you trying to become a swordmaster?”

Tacheon smiled faintly as he watched the crimson blade descend like a falling meteor.

“Clumsy learning only damages what one already possesses.”

He raised his hand, erecting a wall of white light to block the blade’s edge.

“You may not realize it, but….”

Larian’s brow furrowed as she watched the crimson blade stopped by Tacheon’s light.

“I’m not.”

She flicked her finger, and from the tip of the dagger caught in Tacheon’s light, a massive torrent of flame erupted.

BOOOOOM!

Each strand of flame carried transcendent magic within it, detonating in a colossal chain reaction across the void.

KABOOM KABOOM KABOOM!

The night sky flickered entirely in crimson light, as if thousands of gold had been spent on a grand fireworks display. It was as though a beautiful inferno of flames had unfurled before us.

SSSSSHHHHH!

Tacheon separated his own body like a reflection in glass, escaping the fiery hell. He gazed at the black burn mark on the back of his hand and nodded faintly.

“Certainly not a toy to be taken lightly.”

As Tacheon nodded in acknowledgment, brilliant light unfolded, the flames filling the void vanished, and the wound remaining on the back of his hand healed cleanly.

“You’re not tired already, are you?”

Larian caught the returning crimson dagger at her fingertip and shrugged her shoulders.

“Of course not…”

Tacheon opened his palm and drew forth immense light and darkness. He refined these two forces of such contrasting essence into a sphere as if painting the sun, and a smile spread across his lips.

“Now the true battle begins.”

Tacheon and Larian wore similar smiles as they unleashed a green dagger and black darkness toward each other’s hearts.

BOOOOOOOM!

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‘Is that really Larian, the Tower Master?’

I exhaled sharply as I watched Larian wielding a mana-infused dagger, driving Tacheon back relentlessly.

‘She’s a completely different person from how she was in the Conference Hall!’

Every time Larian participated in the Five Emperors Conference, she displayed nothing but lethargy and apathy.
I’d assumed it was because of her research position, but watching her fight on the battlefield now, it seemed like she’d transformed into someone else entirely.

‘I was worried she’d be passive, but she’s far too aggressive.’

Larian wasn’t defending against Tacheon’s attacks—she was striking first, drawing out his true power.
It was the most aggressive combat style I’d seen from any of the Five Emperors so far.

‘Her perception is sharp too.’

While I was busy defending against Tacheon’s magic, the blood-red bell I’d been holding slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground.

Just as the bell was about to fall into Tacheon’s hands without any resistance, Larian quickly assessed the situation and froze the very space itself. The more I watched, the more I doubted whether that timid figure from the Conference Hall was really her.

‘I never knew she could wield daggers like that.’

Larian was channeling magic into ten daggers of different colors, driving Tacheon back with overwhelming force. It seemed she was amplifying the magic using the inscriptions on the daggers before detonating them all at once.

‘That should be enough to hold Tacheon at bay.’

Tacheon was so focused on fighting Larian that he wasn’t paying any attention to me. I had to move now and save the others.

‘Hurry…’

I pushed myself up without even stopping the bleeding from the wound across my chest.

“Ugh…”

Mark Goeten was trembling violently, clutching his chest as if barely holding on, while Blood Horn was too severely injured to move, gasping for breath where he stood.

A low groan escaped.

Merlin was in the most critical condition among them all. Black blood mixed with her life force was pouring from her mouth and chest.

“Merlin!”

I rushed to her first and placed my hand on her chest.

‘Damn it….’

Not a single trace of holy power remained.

Since I had only recently healed Merlin, the holy power that bloomed from darkness—which I had expended on her—was still completely depleted.

Using the power of another Demon Lord without the holy power that bloomed from darkness would only become poison, killing Merlin faster.

“Damn it all!”

I sprinkled holy water on Merlin’s chest and tried to use my aura to stem the flowing blood, but the wound had torn open twice—there was no stopping it now.

‘Her life force is dropping rapidly.’

As the bleeding continued, Merlin’s complexion grew not merely pale but sickly yellow, and her breathing came in stuttering gasps. The shadow of death was creeping over her.

‘What am I supposed to do…’

I bit my lip, watching Merlin’s blood flow through my pierced fingertips.

-Mmm….

Wrath’s lips trembled.

-Uncertain though it may be, there is one method available.

He gazed at Merlin, speaking of a sole remaining option.

‘What is it! Tell me quickly!’

I looked at Wrath with desperate eyes.

-Freeze this mad woman solid with the True Demon King’s frigid power. However, since it was not originally designed for healing, there may be lingering aftereffects, or she may not awaken at all.

Wrath shook his head, saying it wasn’t a perfect method.

-Even if the True Demon King attempted it, there would be a chance of failure. If you do it, the odds are fifty-fifty.

He lowered his brows, adding that I could very well die in the process.

‘I have no choice. If I stay like this, I’ll definitely die….’

As I asked Wrath to tell me the method, a pure white dagger fell before my eyes.

Whoooosh!

The white dagger wasn’t aimed at me or Merlin—it pierced the ground instead, emitting a soft, ethereal light like stage lighting.

Fwoooooosh!

As the dagger’s light spread outward, the withered bushes and flowers that had seemed lifeless suddenly unfurled their leaves as if reborn.

However, that mysterious light wasn’t only applied to plants.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Blood Horn’s broken leg snapped back into place, and Mark Goeten’s torn waist began to slowly mend.
The spear wound Guisalchang had carved across my chest filled with new flesh as the bleeding stopped.

‘Then… does that mean…’

I quickly glanced down to check on Merlin.

Whoooosh!

Merlin’s chest wound was closing as well, new flesh blooming like fresh sprouts, and the countless injuries covering her body began to heal.

‘What is this…’

I exhaled sharply and looked up. Larian, as if unbothered, wasn’t even glancing my way—she was deflecting Tacheon’s magic with her blue dagger.

‘This doesn’t make sense.’

Many mages use multiple attributes. Merlin is rare, but she’s a mage who commands all four attributes.

However, mages who wield light, darkness, and healing magic are extremely rare, and typically specialize in just one of those attributes.

‘This person is different.’

Larian shattered the world’s conventional understanding—she wielded not only the four attributes but healing magic as well.

“The… the pain has almost completely vanished.”
Shiver.

Mark Goeten and Blood Horn approached me with eyes full of disbelief, their wounds and pain completely gone.

“Protect her.”

I asked Mark Goeten to stand guard and turned my attention back to Merlin.

‘Still not good.’

She’d lost too much blood.

Though Merlin’s wounds had completely healed, she hadn’t recovered her vitality like Mark Goeten or I had. Her complexion had turned ashen, and her hand was cold as a corpse.

‘There must still be traces of the elixir’s energy lingering in her body.’

I exhaled heavily and activated Manhwagong, releasing the elixir’s energy that remained within Merlin’s body.

‘Please! Please…’

I gazed at Merlin’s face, which seemed as though it would never open again, and poured my aura endlessly around her.

Whoooosh.

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“Recovery….”

Tacheon watched as Mark Goeten and Raon rose to their feet, their wounds healed, and he licked his lips with anticipation.

“Now I recall your epithet.”

He lifted his gaze toward Larian and nodded slowly.

“The Sage Larian. The embodiment of omnipotence—one who can accomplish anything under heaven and earth.”

Tacheon smiled thinly, acknowledging that the epithet of Sage suited her abilities perfectly.

“Is that all you have to say before death?”

Larian levitated a cluster of daggers above her fingertips and tilted her head slightly.

“You won’t have time to speak again, so why not leave your final words now?”

She pivoted on her heel, aiming the brilliantly glowing daggers at Tacheon.

“I cannot allow you to die just yet, so I shall exert myself somewhat.”

Tacheon laughed and clapped his hands together, shattering a white orb and a black orb. Eight wings erupted from his back.
The wings on his right blazed with pure white radiance, while those on his left spread like a bat’s—sharp and dark, revealing the depths of shadow.

“Let us begin the second phase.”

As Tacheon swept his fingertips through the air, a gray rift tore open in the void, and torrents of brilliant light and consuming darkness poured forth.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Larian drew a square with four daggers to erect a mana barrier, but it could not withstand the overwhelming deluge of light and darkness—she was driven backward.

“So four is no longer sufficient?”

She raised a fifth dagger while casting a brief glance downward.

‘That child….’

Larian clicked her tongue briefly as she watched the masked woman Raon was treating.

‘She’s going to die.’

Even though she had thrown the healing dagger, the woman’s vital energy refused to return. At this rate, death was inevitable.

“Where are you looking?”

Tacheon’s amused voice accompanied a blade wreathed in white light as it shot toward her.

Clang!

She twisted her dagger to block it, but had she been even a moment slower, her forehead would have been pierced.

“You’ll find yourself in trouble if you don’t concentrate now.”

Tacheon tilted his chin, as if to emphasize his superiority in this fight.

“I see…”

As Larian caressed an orb with both her left and right hands, drawing a single circle, ten daggers rose before her chest, forming a shape like a wheel.

Brilliant mana light seeped into the slowly rotating blades, and geometric patterns emerged across the edges.

Whooooom!

Larian revealed her true form—the Twelve Demon Star Formation—and her blue eyes blazed with intensity.

“First, I’ll sweep you away.”

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‘This won’t do…’

I bit my lip as I watched Merlin grow increasingly pale.

‘Her vitality isn’t returning!’

Despite pushing elixirs and my own energy into her, Merlin was losing her life force as if she were already at the end of her days.
It felt like desperately trying to relight a candle that had already burned down to nothing.

‘Please!’

I forced all the heat from the Manhwa Palace that I had purified with my ring of fire into her, but Merlin’s body only grew colder.

‘Wrath!’

I bit my lip as I called out to Wrath.

‘Tell me the method you mentioned earlier!’

I shouted at him to explain the technique of freezing the body while compressing and releasing Merlin’s heart with my palm.

-Hmm, in this state, there is no hope.

Wrath let out a low groan, saying it seemed far too late.

‘It’s fine. Hurry!’
-Haah….

Wrath took a deep breath and moved closer to my side.

-The method of application is….

Even as he said there was no hope, he quickly taught me how to freeze a human body.

-Do you understand?
‘Yes….’

I refined Glacsia’s cold energy with my ring of fire and sprinkled it over Merlin’s body to freeze her.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

As the cold energy attempted to freeze Merlin’s body, a faint aura emanated from the Old Woman’s mask she wore, interfering with the process.

‘What in the… No. Again!’

With no time to identify the cause, I unleashed another wave of frigid energy, but the aura flowing from the mask blocked it once more, preventing her from freezing.

‘This cursed mask!’

Unable to contain myself, I seized Merlin’s mask. Just as in the forest, it remained firmly affixed to her face, refusing to budge.

‘I’ll shatter it completely.’

It was the moment I channeled Wrath and Glacsia’s frigid power through the mask, intent on obliterating it entirely.

Crack!

A hairline fracture spiderwebbed across the Old Woman’s mask, and from within erupted a blinding radiance that seared the eyes.

Screeeeeech!

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