The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman C.509

Whir!

After Raon, Orgos, and the demonized humans from the Black Tower disappeared, Merlin was the first one to arrive at the hill.

She was panting heavily because she was fully focused on her movement spell, not caring about defense at all. She examined the area around the hill with bloodshot eyes.

‘He’s not here…’

Raon’s presence was perfectly gone even though she could detect it until a moment ago.

‘What happened?’

She was aware that a large-scale teleportation spell was activated in that place. Judging from the flow of mana, it seemed to be Archmage Chamber’s spell, but she could guess that Raon was the one who activated it.

However, he’d stayed behind instead of leaving with the Light Wind division. She could feel a sloppy boundary made from blood, and thought she just needed to break through it—however, the boundary’s traces had completely vanished a moment ago.

She couldn’t figure out what happened.

Rumble!

Merlin scattered her mana in all directions. She tried to focus on finding an opening to the boundary where Raon and Orgos were, but she couldn’t feel anything at all.

‘How is this even possible?’

Creating a new boundary was possible, but she’d never even heard about the possibility of perfectly filling up a sloppy boundary. She was getting a headache from anxiety.

‘No, please…’

She wanted to believe in Raon, but he was facing a transcender. It was impossible for him to win on his own since even she couldn’t win against him. That was why she needed to open the boundary as fast as possible.

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Merlin scratched her thumb with her nails and scattered her blood on the ground. She was trying to pry open the space with blood magic when the White Blood Religion's leader made her appearance alongside a heart-crushing wave.

“Merlin…”

The White Blood Religion's leader narrowed her eyes while looking at Merlin.

“You are being a hindrance once again. Is this the Fallen’s intention?”

“Think as you like.”

Her finger flinched as she contemplated whether she should kill Merlin or not before she decided to stop.

She scattered transparent bloody energy in the area, deciding that finding Raon before the others arrived had the highest priority.

Pssh.

Merlin bit her lip and opened up the wound on her finger even further.

‘I can’t let that mosquito bitch capture him.’

If the White Blood Religion's leader took Raon with her, he wouldn’t end up as a simple apostle.

He would be thoroughly dissected to find out the secret behind his talent, or he might even end up being brainwashed. She had to stop that from happening even if she had to use up her entire lifespan.

‘It would be better if the Holy Sword Alliance took him away instead… No, I’m not giving him to anyone.’

Merlin prepared various spells to fight against any opponent and continued her search for Raon’s location.

Whir!

As she was examining underneath the hill, the red horse with the Demon Slaying Spear on the back dashed through the land and charged at the White Blood Religion's leader.

“We need to put an end to the fight since you made me draw my spear!”

The Demon Slaying Spear concentrated the powerful energy storming around the spearhead into a single point and fired it at her. A spear attack with tremendous power tore apart a large portion of the night sky.

“Scram.”

The White Blood Religion's leader furrowed her brow and drew a semicircle with her hand.

The transparent bloody energy fell under the moonlight and created a huge explosion upon clashing against the Demon Slaying Spear’s aura.

Whaaam!

An explosion occurred from the clash between the two transcenders’ special techniques, and dark blue lightning soared into the sky before it subsided under the dark energy wave.

The Holy Sword Alliance master had arrived. The way he was leisurely riding the dark sword with his hands clasped behind his back revealed why he was called the Dark Night Sword God.

“Hmm…”

The Holy Sword Alliance master unclasped his hands and looked down upon the bloody hill.

“They are gone.”

He slightly furrowed his brow, unable to find Raon and Orgos’s presence.

Rimmer and Sheryl arrived after the Holy Sword Alliance master. They clenched their back teeth while examining the hill where no one could be seen.

“The blood is from the Light Wind division and the neutral factions…”

Sheryl violently exhaled while looking at the blood that was spread even more widely than the snow.

“Damn it!”

Rimmer violently stomped the ground. The blood that hadn’t coagulated yet floated into the sky.

“Hmm?”

He was glaring fiercely at the ground, but his eyes widened.

“Is this…?”

Rimmer put his hand into the blood to take out a ring that was split in half.

“Raon’s ring?”

Sheryl swallowed nervously while looking at the ring Rimmer was holding.

“I knew it. The massive spell that activated earlier was teleportation.”

“He sent the Light Wind division away instead of bringing the head of house here. He must’ve done it to save the injured…”

“But why didn’t he leave himself?!”

“He must’ve been trying to distract Orgos so that he wouldn’t be able to interrupt the spell.”

They realized the decision Raon had made because they knew about the ring’s ability. It hurt so much because the decision was something he would make, and the powerlessness they felt because they couldn’t help him at all made the strength leave their shoulders.

“Then where did Raon go?”

“The Demonic Monarch of Azure Flame must’ve created a boundary.”

Sheryl wrinkled her nose while rapidly examining the surrounding area.

“But it was too sloppy to be Orgos’s doing.”

Rimmer shook his head while observing the opposite side of Sheryl.

While they were trying to figure out what had happened after the Light Wind division was sent away, the Thespian Emperor, the Demonblade, and the Queen of Swords landed on the hill.

The Master of the Wise Dragon Sword and the two apostles also arrived after that.

Whir!

The bloody hill was filled with silent tension once all the actors had arrived.

“Thespian Emperor.”

The Holy Sword Alliance master twisted his lips while looking at the Thespian Emperor, who was furrowing her brow.

“The Black Tower’s master is currently at Cameloon. Is that your doing?”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about.”

The Thespian Emperor shrugged her shoulders with an ambiguous expression on her face.

“Hmm, I see.”

The Holy Sword Alliance master shook his hand, and the dark sword under his feet soared to the sky.

“Since it would be boring to wait without doing anything, let’s play a bit more until Raon Zieghart and Orgos reappear.”

“Weren’t you here to save Raon Zieghart?”

“I want to, if possible, but no one is here. I don’t like making efforts for no reason.”

His eyes started to glow red.

“Let’s start the second round.”

* * *

* * *

Smash!

Wrath crushed Orgos’s skull, which he was holding in his hand. Blood and demonic energy entangled with each other and soaked his hand.

“I expanded too much strength because I didn’t have a body for a long time.”

Wrath rolled his lips into a smile while looking at Orgos’s body, which was still standing without a head.

“I commend you for surviving so long.”

“Ugh…”

Blue flames ignited from Orgos’s neck and his head slowly emerged.

Wrath narrowed his eyes while watching Orgos’s head regenerate.

‘The power of regeneration. He’s as good as a high-rank demon.’

He hadn’t missed the hit on Orgos. He’d kill him for sure, but he was capable of surviving even without a head.

Step.

Wrath walked up to Orgos, whose hand was drenched in sweat, and tilted his head.

“So that money grubber vermin is backing you up.”

He could feel Greed’s stench from the demonic energy that spread when Orgos hurriedly regenerated his head. Wrath was wondering how he’d acquired so much demonic energy, and he must’ve had Greed’s seed.

“Ugh…”

Orgos stepped backward while biting his blue lip.

“Wh-who are you?! I’ve never heard of anyone like you!”

He had never felt such oppression to his body and soul even from the Tower’s master. He’d never expected to feel the fear that he’d felt during his encounter with ‘that great being’ from a young human.

‘Human? Is he even human?’

It wasn’t just his sky-blue eyes. His long hair had ever-changing colors and his transparent skin looked like it had never been exposed to sunlight.

He could feel his violent temperament in his noble and elegant appearance. Before wondering about whether he was a man or a woman, he was curious if he was even human.

“Wh-where is Raon Zieghart…?”

“The King of Essence doesn’t accept any question.”

Wrath raised his bloody hand with emotionless eyes.

“The King of Essence is the one who asks questions.”

His lips curved into a sneer, and he turned his hand as if he were turning a doorknob. Even though it was a small movement of thin fingers, Orgos’s mouth that had asked the question was torn from him.

“Ack!”

Orgos fell to his knees while grasping his destroyed jaw. Even his scream was a grotesque sound because his mouth was ruined.

“You dared to harm the King of Essence’s subordinates. You managed to make him angry, something that hasn’t happened in such a long time.”

Wrath walked up to Orgos, who was trembling on his knees.

“The King of Essence’s Wallet had broken limbs, Shitty Eyes lost his eye, and the untalented man’s arm was completely burnt up. And…”

He bared his white teeth and faced Orgos’s wavering pupils.

“Ice Cream Girl had a hole in her stomach. Your soul and body shall be carved with all those pains.”

Wrath casually moved his finger as if he were pointing at something.

Crack!

Orgos’s arms twisted like laundry being wrung out before being torn apart.

It wasn’t anything special like a technique. He had simply torn off his arm with the concentrated energy of wrath.

“Aaaaaah!”

Orgos screamed while looking at the boundary ceiling with his regenerated mouth.

“It’s too early to scream.”

Wrath’s sky-blue eyes were glowing with a deep blue wrath. The pain that the Light Wind division had to experience was engraved in his eyes like a burn.

“Aaaaah!”

Orgos stepped backward while screaming. The pain must’ve prevailed against the fear, as a blue flame was bursting from his regenerated hands.

“Dieeee!”

The two azure flames were fired like arrows. The transcender’s full power was dwelling in the two lightning fires that were rushing even faster than sound.

Wrath wasn’t nervous or sneering. His nonchalant expression looked like he was enjoying a nap as he simply shook his hand.

Whap.

The fog of frost emerging from his finger froze up the azure flame arrow in an instant.

Crack!

Pieces of the flames fell to the ground and shattered with a frightening sound.

“D-did it just freeze?”

Orgos’s eyes were blinking, flapping like a frightening butterfly’s wings.

‘Is this even possible…?’

The Demonic Arrow of Azure Flame wasn’t any ordinary flame. It had the maximized output of the azure flame, and it was the technique with the highest speed and killing ability among his special techniques. He couldn’t believe that it had frozen in an instant.

‘I need to run away!’

The thing in front of him wasn’t something he could hope to win against. It was pretty much a disaster. He had to avoid it rather than face it.

Orgos mustered the remaining azure flame and slammed the ground.

Whaaam!

A tremendous explosion occurred, but it only created an extremely small crack in the frozen ground.

“H-how is this happening…?”

“You still haven't learned your place. Did you believe that an insignificant creature like you could destroy the King of Essence’s boundary?”

Wrath shook his head while pointing at the blue world tree behind him.

“Which part were we at? He can’t remember, so let’s start over from the beginning.”

Before his words could reach Orgos’s eardrums, his arms were pulled off once again.

“Aaaaah!”

“You are so easily fixed as a toy. Not bad.”

Wrath stood in front of Orgos and leaned forward. He tried to run away, but Wrath grabbed him with invisible demonic energy and extended his finger towards his eye.

“This one is for Shitty Eyes.”

“Aa-aaaaah!”

* * *

He felt like he was floating in the ocean.

He couldn’t feel the weight of his body, and the freedom of his soul felt ticklish.

Raon furrowed his brow from a faint tinnitus in his ears and lifted his heavy eyelids.

“St-stop! Please stop!”

The first thing he saw was Orgos. The transcender used to be terrifying, but he was shoved into a corner and was screaming.

Wrath stood in front of him. He was making a dark hole in Orgos’s stomach with the same appearance he had in the mental world.

“You finally woke up.”

Wrath briefly clicked his tongue while rolling his eyes back.

“You are always late.”

Are you talking to me?

“Who else would he be talking to?”

He continued the conversation without paying the slightest attention to Orgos, who was in front of him, and the demonized humans behind him who couldn’t move an inch.

“The King of Essence managed to maintain his sanity except for in the very beginning. It’s thanks to you for knowing how to use your brain.”

Wrath smiled, praising him for coming up with such a method.

“However, you should think carefully when you want to use it once again, as you will lose a lot—just like this time. It’s not like you will be able to use it just because you want to, though.”

Raon was aware of that fact, but revenge was simply more important.

“Anyway, the King of Essence managed to repay the pain that his subordinates had to experience with those vermin. It was all thanks to you.”

Raon was already aware of that fact before Wrath told him. Orgos’s eyes were completely dug out, his limbs were pulled apart, and five holes were made in his stomach.

Hmm?

Raon furrowed his brow while looking at Orgos’s body.

‘Is that the power of regeneration?’

Orgos’s broken body was slowly being healed. The separated arms and legs were reattached, and his flesh was refilling the hole in his stomach. His regeneration was even better than a troll’s.

However, his energy had drastically decreased. He seemed to be spending the demonic energy to forcibly replace his flesh.

“Do you remember when the King of Essence said that your flower isn’t the real deal?”

Flower? Ah…

Wrath had been displeased and murmured every time he’d used the Flame Spirit, saying ‘That’s not how you use the flower.’

“I’ll show you the real deal.”

Wrath opened his hands. The frost shards radiated faintly and floated into the air—as if they were synthesizing with the wrath that still remained.

The ice shards spread around like a dream and were gradually filled with beautiful flower blossoms.

The ice flowers bloomed, scattering their brilliant gleam under the moonlight.

Even the last flower petal bloomed beautifully from the snow flower like a red spider lily, fluttering into the air to become thousands, tens of thousands—or, rather, just countless pieces covering all around the boundary.

The Monarch of Wrath’s ultimate technique.

Ten Thousand Snow Blossoms.

It wasn’t anything like astral energy or an astral sphere.

Every single one of them was a frozen blade with the will of wrath. Countless slashes were coming from them.

Sound disappeared under the blue moonlight.

Everything inside the boundary was sucked into the trajectory of the slash before a majestic radiance burst out.

“Ah, I-I…”

Orgos’s body melted under the flower petals that had quietly subsided. It was an alien power capable of removing the infinite regeneration itself. Even the demonized humans behind Wrath were completely removed from existence without leaving a single drop of blood.

‘This is the real deal…’

Raon swallowed nervously. He realized that what he’d just witnessed was the ultimate form of the Flame Spirit that he should seek.

“Flowers need to be treated delicately.”

Wrath casually shook his hand. He used a hand that was as transparent as the moonlight to sweep back his perfectly unruffled hair.

“You barbarian.”

* * *

“Don’t tell me…”

The Holy Sword Alliance master twisted his lips while looking at the Thespian Emperor.

“You want to run away because you don’t have that formation anymore.”

“But the Owen Kingdom is going to interfere if a battle breaks out from here.”

The Thespian Emperor turned her gaze and looked at Cameloon.

“You are making a grave mistake. I’d be glad of the Silent Sword Sovereign’s arrival. I want to check out how much better he’s gotten.”

It looked like the Holy Sword Alliance master had no consideration for the future, befitting his reputation of being a madman for swords.

“So, what are you going to do? I’m not letting you go even if you want to escape.”

“You are the one making a grave mistake, Alliance Master.”

The Thespian Emperor extended her hand towards the sky. The formation that had covered Banneret’s sky was being formed once again along the constellations.

“I can use the formation anywhere in the world.”

She had followed them all the way because she could bring the formation with her, and the Silent Sword Sovereign was obviously going to arrive. She would’ve never been there if she didn’t have that guarantee.

‘I’ll complete the formation for now, and last until the other transcenders arrive… Ah?’

Just as the Thespian Emperor was modifying her plan, blue radiance emerged from the sky where the formation was being created and a long dimensional rift appeared.

Crack!

Alongside the thunderous noise of the space falling apart, the formation’s flow was jumbled up and destroyed.

Everyone, including the Thespian Emperor, the Holy Sword Alliance master, and the White Blood Religion's leader raised their heads with a pale expression on their faces.

Far above the sky where people would look like a small dot, someone with long blue hair fluttering in the air was standing on a distant star.

A thin wrinkle appeared on the Thespian Emperor’s brow.

‘Wh-what the hell is that?’

She couldn’t even see it properly. The presence was so huge that she couldn’t even determine what it was exactly.

It felt like impending disaster was undulating inside the human appearance.

“Huh…”

“That’s…”

Even the Holy Sword Alliance master gasped in disbelief, and the White Blood Religion's leader was unable to hide the trembling of her pupils.

The blue demon king looked down on the human transcenders and quietly spoke.

“Look down.”