The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 766

 Chapter 766

 

"That woman…"

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched the woman standing at the forefront of the monster army.

‘Is she the mastermind behind all of this?’

Her tall, imposing figure could rival any man's, her body clearly honed through intense training. She wore a black orc helmet, but what stood out the most were the two horns jutting from her forehead.

She's a swordswoman, no doubt.

Wrath clicked his tongue as he gazed down at the woman wearing the black orc helmet.

‘Yes, she's been wielding a sword for a long time.’

Her stance with the sword exuded refined energy, clearly marking her as an experienced swordmaster, though the exact style of swordsmanship she used remained unclear.

Fwoooosh.

Raon discreetly spread out his aura perception.

‘As expected, her strength is on par with mine.’

The black orc helmet woman was advancing toward the peak of Grandmaster level, just like him.

Unlike the Fighting Demon or the Master of the White Demon Sword, she was on a different level. She was an opponent he would have to fight with everything he had.

I feel like I can win…

So why does my spine feel so cold?

Strangely, just looking at her sent an ominous chill down his back. It wasn’t about winning or losing—it was a different sensation entirely.

‘She might be hiding a strange ability.’

His instincts had never betrayed him before. It would be wise to stay on guard.

Hmmm.

Wrath tilted his head side to side, smacking his lips.

That woman… there's something off about her.

Wrath, too, frowned at the odd energy emanating from the black orc helmet woman.

‘It’s not just that something’s off…’

Raon gritted his teeth, locking eyes with the black orc helmet woman.

It’s that she feels… familiar

Though the helmet obscured her eyes, he couldn’t shake the feeling he’d seen her somewhere before. If he could just remove the helmet, he was certain it would reveal a face he knew.

"Is that bitch the monster king?"

Martha gazed down from the fortress, dragging her hand along the blade of her sword.

"That combative energy is terrifying. Just watching it makes me break out in a cold sweat."

Contrary to her words, her black eyes gleamed, eager for a fight.

“That woman isn’t the only problem.”

Burren let out a deep sigh as he looked at the endless sea of monsters below.

"We must’ve killed hundreds by now, but it doesn’t look like we've even scratched the surface. Did they bring every monster on the continent?"

He squared his jaw, bracing himself for the long battle ahead.

"……."

Runaan, with her hand still gripping the hilt of her sword, remained silent, her killing intent slowly rising.

Gooong.

A chilling energy surrounded her as the normally calm and expressionless Runaan let her anger slip through.

“There’s no need to be scared. The moment we retreat, that’s when the real hell begins!”

Wendy stood firm, unflinching in the face of the nightmare unfolding before her. Since the last time Raon had seen her, she had grown into someone truly worthy of leading her house.

"Uh, uh, d-division leader."

Dorian cautiously approached Raon, bowing his head.

"Should we stop the repairs for now?"

He glanced nervously at the monsters, who seemed ready to pounce, his eyes trembling.

“Keep going.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

"What? But…"

"This war will be won by whoever holds out the longest. We’ll need to keep alternating between repairs and fighting. If we have even a second of spare time, fix the walls."

No matter how much Raon extended his Perception of the Snow Flower, there were too many monsters to count. This was going to be a long and grueling war, and there was no time to rest.

"But, uh…"

Krein frowned as he gripped the cracked wall.

"Why aren’t they attacking?"

He chewed his lip nervously, eyeing the monsters that had stopped just out of range of their arrows and spells.

"That’s…"

Just as Raon was about to respond, the black orc helmet woman slammed her sword into the ground.

A red combative energy blazed and flared up over her shoulders.

Roaaaaar!

As if responding to her combative energy, the eyes of the monster horde turned blood red, and they let out savage roars.

However, they didn’t charge toward the fortress. Instead, they sank their teeth into the flesh of their fallen comrades, gnawing on their bodies and guzzling their blood.

They were devouring their own.

They ripped into the corpses, gnawing on flesh and drinking blood to fill their bellies in a gruesome display of cannibalism.

“Ugh…”

“Th-They’re eating their own?”

“Cannibalism…”

“Filthy beasts!”

The Light Wind swordsmen and House Arianne’s swordsmen broke out into cold sweats, witnessing the grotesque scene unfold before them.

Rumble.

Raon swept his hair back, watching the gruesome feast.

‘Could it be…?’

Are they growing stronger by consuming their own?

Strangely, each time the monsters tore into the flesh of their own kind, their combative energy grew stronger.

What had once been like a small ember had suddenly erupted into a massive wildfire.

"……."

The black orc helmet woman remained motionless, calmly observing the monsters’ feast, as if she had planned for this all along.

"Wait a minute…"

Rimmer frowned as he looked down at the woman.

“Is that… the Green King?”

“Th-The Green King? What’s that?”

"The king who rules over the green-skinned monsters like goblins, orcs, trolls, and ogres."

Rimmer narrowed his eyes.

“It’s an incredibly rare talent, but for the king of the black orcs to inherit it—the strongest of their kind….”

He bit his lip, disbelief in his eyes.

"That explains why even high-ranking monsters like ettins, cyclops, griffons, and gargoyles follow her."

“The-Then, the reason their combative energy keeps growing stronger is also because of that….”

"Yes, that's part of the Green King’s power."

Rimmer exhaled a shaky breath, clearly unsettled by the situation.

What kind of orc dares to use the title of king!

Wrath roared in outrage.

A king must possess nobility and elegance, like myself!

He waved his hand dismissively, demanding the woman be stripped of her title.

"……."

Raon, recalling Wrath drooling over ice cream just moments ago, turned back to Rimmer.

“Is that her only ability?”

"Normally, their physical strength isn’t that impressive. But she’s different."

Rimmer exhaled deeply, admitting that this Green King seemed far more dangerous.

“So shouldn’t we stop her now, before they grow even stronger?”

Dorian raised his hand anxiously.

"Exactly! With the monsters gathering like this, we should take her down before they get any stronger!"

Krein, trembling with fear, quickly nodded in agreement.

"She’s bait."

Raon shook his head, his voice calm.

"Bait?"

Runaan’s gaze flicked over to him, her expression puzzled.

"There are two other monsters hiding in that forest, each as dangerous as the Green King."

Raon’s gaze shifted toward the forest, which remained still and silent.

“The moment we go after her, they’ll ambush us.”

The Green King was just the bait, luring them in. There was no need to take the bait.

"But… they're still gathering…"

Dorian bit his lip, worried not just for himself but for everyone else.

"I've sent a report, so reinforcements will be arriving soon. And..."

Raon scoffed as he looked out over the massing monster horde.

"No matter how many monsters there are, it’s better than being ambushed by Grandmasters."

Eden’s movements were as monstrous as the creatures they resembled, unpredictable and brutal. The safest option was to stay behind the walls and fend them off.

"The division leader is right."

Rimmer nodded, unusually addressing Raon by his formal title.

"There’s no need to go out when we have such strong defenses. Use the time to recover your stamina and aura."

Rimmer, for once, seemed serious about his role as vice leader, standing quietly behind Raon with his hands clasped.

"What’s gotten into you?"

Raon gave a dry chuckle as he looked back at Rimmer.

"It's only natural for the vice division leader to assist the division leader."

He flashed a wide grin, as if to say, "Trust me."

“If you do things you're not used to, you'll end up dead. Just slack off as usual.”

"I'm not going to die. Worry about yourself instead."

Raon and Rimmer exchanged jokes, as if they were back at the fifth training ground.

"He's probably going to ask to borrow money. It's obvious."

Martha shook her head at Rimmer.

"I heard all the casinos have been closed for a while. What’s he even spending money on?"

Burren narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Bead ice cream."

Runaan nodded her chin, saying that Rimmer must have bought a lot of bead ice cream.

“That’s not possible….”

Dorian shook his head, saying there was no way that could happen.

"I saw him at the ice cream shop."

Runaan tilted her head, still saying she saw Rimmer at the ice cream shop.

As Raon and Rimmer continued to chat, even the captains joined in on the conversation, and the tense atmosphere began to calm down.

The unease in the eyes of the swordsmen and soldiers started to fade as well.

Hwaaaa!

Realizing that now was the moment to raise everyone's spirits, Raon raised Heavenly Drive.

On the silver-white blade, red flames burned, so sacred it seemed holy.

“There’s no need to fear.”

He raised his chin high, painting the dark night sky red.

"I am here."

As Raon's bold voice echoed throughout the fortress, the soldiers' morale blazed fiercely, no longer faltering against the monsters' combative energy.

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"Hmm…."

The Two-Headed Demon twisted his lips as he looked at Raon, who hadn’t moved for a full day.

“So he’s not a fool, then.”

If he had charged in recklessly like before, he would have planned to catch him from behind with the Soul Severing Sword, but the Light Wind division seemed to have no intention of moving.

‘He must have sensed my presence and the Soul Severing Sword.’

Even though he hadn’t completely concealed his presence, for Raon to notice him from that distance—it was clear he wasn’t just an ordinary guy.

It was unbelievable that Raon possessed such martial power at his age, without even borrowing the power of the helmet.

‘Well, even the Fallen was deceived by him.’

The one who tore apart the Fallen’s perfect plan was that very Raon Zieghart.

If it weren't for him, the balance of the Five Kings and Five Demons would have already collapsed.

“Well, aside from all that. It’s quite the scene.”

The Two-Headed Demon licked his lips as he looked at Raon and the Green King staring at each other.

“If a play were set up like this, it would get booed. Don’t you agree?”

"……."

The Soul Severing Sword still remained silent.

Only his fingers, resting on his sword, trembled faintly.

“Humans are always amusing.”

The Two-Headed Demon giggled as he watched the trembling hand of the Soul Severing Sword.

“But just standing here watching is boring.”

He pulled out a branch from his pocket, with three bells hanging from it.

“Our soldiers are sufficient, and their reinforcements haven’t arrived yet, so let’s help them out a little.”

The Two-Headed Demon raised the bells over his head and shook them.

Jiiiiiiing.

The three bells clanged together, producing a sound quieter than an insect’s cry.

However, that sound didn’t diminish. It grew louder and louder, reaching toward the fortress walls.

Chiiiiing!

Raon and Rimmer quickly noticed and launched sword strikes, but they couldn’t block all the sound.

Kuwaaaang!

A massive crack appeared on both the right and left ends of the fortress wall, so large it seemed like the wall could collapse at any moment.

The materials used for repairs hadn’t dried yet, so the impact seemed even worse.

Chiiiiik!

The Two-Headed Demon, having finished his work, threw the now-blackened bells behind him and curled his lips into a grin.

“Well then, let’s have some fun.”

***

“Ugh….”

Raon bit his lip as he looked at his hands, still shaking from the shock.

‘What was that just now?’

It was invisible, and he couldn’t feel it, but suddenly the aura carried by the sound forced its way in.

If Yua hadn’t heard it first and warned him, the walls would have collapsed.

“I-I’m sorry. I should have noticed sooner….”

Yua trembled as she apologized, saying she had been too late.

“No, you did well. Thanks to you, no one died.”

Raon patted Yua on the head and turned his gaze.

Roaaar!

The monsters that had turned the plains green realized the war was about to begin again and unleashed a massive roar toward the sky.

The combative energy of those who had fed on the flesh and blood of their own kind flared up with terrifying intensity.

"Everyone, prepare for battle."

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

At Raon’s command, the Light Wind division and the swordsmen of House Arianne repeated the order and scattered to their positions.

Thuuuum!

The Green King, too, inhaled the air of the battlefield and pulled out the lion’s sword embedded in the ground.

She stepped forward with her left knee and raised her sword high with both hands.

Lion Splitter.

The moment her lips moved, a massive sword strike that seemed like it could split the Arianne fortress in half surged forth.

Kuung!

Raon mirrored her by stepping forward with his left foot at a right angle, thrusting out Heavenly Drive he had drawn back.

A fire dragon surging from the blade, glowing red-hot, breathing fiery breaths that seemed ready to burn the entire monster army to ash.

Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.

Flame Dragon Art.

Strangely, both Raon's aura and the Green King's combative energy were the same shade of red.

As the red sword strike clashed with the red sword strike, the sky and land were dyed blood-red.

Kugugugugu!

As the clash between the two Grandmasters ceased, the monsters let out wicked howls and charged toward Arianne fortress.

“Fire!”

At Frica’s command, rangers and soldiers drew their bows and crossbows, while the swordsmen launched aura blade and astral energy, blocking the monsters’ approach.

But there were too many monsters. They couldn’t stop them all. Before long, monsters began to gather below the fortress walls one by one.

In an instant, war had broken out. In the grim, oppressive air, the Green King moved. She advanced with the monsters, launching her second strike.

Chiiiing!

Raon slashed through the Green King’s sword strike, which was aimed at the fortress gate, standing tall on the wall. Flames that pushed back the darkness burned along his blade.

Kuaaaah!

The moment Raon and the Green King locked eyes again, they both kicked off the ground, aiming their swords at each other’s throats.

Now the King of Essence finally understands what he felt was off. From that woman….

Wrath exhaled a murky breath as he watched Raon advance toward the Green King.

She smells similar to you.

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