The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 775

 Chapter 775

 

Raon clenched Heavenly Drive even tighter as he looked at the clear night sky, without a single cloud.

‘Did I... do it?’

He never thought he would be able to defeat the Fallen, even with Wrath’s help.

He still couldn't believe it, it felt as if he were dreaming.

‘Whew...’

Letting out a long sigh, he turned around. Listening to the breathing of Rector, Sylvia, Edgar, Sia, Merlin, and Rimmer, he pressed his lips together.

‘I'm glad they're safe.’

Even during the fight with the Fallen, he had been more concerned about their safety than his own life.

It seemed like these people had become more important to him than he had realized.

‘Thank you. I really survived today thanks to you.’

Raon slightly lowered his head toward Wrath, who remained silent.

‘Now, I just need to get far away before all the feathers of the ring disappear, right?’

He was worried about the rapidly fading vitality of Rector and Sylvia, but staying here was more dangerous. He had to get as far away as possible before going out of control.

Not yet.

Wrath furrowed his brows, looking at the frozen white ground.

‘What?’

Just before our attacks reached him, that brat mask’s energy surged dramatically.

He shouted that the Fallen must have survived and told him to focus.

Kwaaaaah!!

As Wrath finished speaking, a vast light surged from the fissures in the ground, turning into golden lightning that poured down toward House Arianne.

‘It’s not aimed at me, but at them!’

Raon gritted his teeth and unleashed several consecutive Revolving Sky.

Kwaaang!

Eight blades, spinning furiously, soared up and erased all the light falling like a meteor shower.

“Ugh…”

Raon let out a faint groan as his fingertips trembled. Though wrath energy still remained, his mind was collapsing due to the increasingly intense emotions of wrath.

He couldn’t fight much longer.

‘And they’re in serious danger.’

Up close, Sylvia and Rector’s conditions were worse than he had anticipated. If he didn’t take immediate action, their lives would be at risk.

“Damn it...”

Raon bit his tongue and approached Sylvia and Rector. As he prepared to use the Divinity Blooming from the Underworld to push out the demonic energy consuming their bodies, light and darkness intertwined like a spiral fell from the sky.

Stop it at all costs!

‘I know!’

Raon thrust Heavenly Drive forward and unleashed the Heavenly Heavy Cannon.

He gathered the light and darkness that were about to spread in all directions into his sword, then detonated it.

Boom!

After freezing even the aftermath of the explosion to prevent it from harming anyone, Raon lowered Heavenly Drive.

“The Fallen…”

As he raised his head, he saw the Fallen floating in the air, wings of light and darkness spread wide.

Hooong!

The mouth part of his mask was soaked in black blood, countless scars protruded from his chest as if barbed wire was embedded, and his right arm was torn off at the shoulder, pouring out blood like a waterfall.

‘Is this just the beginning...’

Raon bit his lip. When the Fallen revealed his full power, those white wings and black wings spread out.

Although his injuries looked severe, seeing that his pressure had grown stronger, it seemed he was declaring that the real fight was starting now.

No, our attacks definitely landed.

Wrath shook his head as he looked up at the Fallen.

He’s also on the verge of death. And he still hasn’t healed the soul wound inflicted by the old man nadine bread.

‘That wound’s still there?’

It’s a wound to the soul, not the body. Even Transcenders struggle to recover from such injuries.

He said they had a good chance of winning, raising his fist.

‘Got it. Since you said 'our,' I'll trust you.’

What are you talking about?

‘You said “our attacks landed” earlier. I quite like that “our” part.’

Raon smiled faintly and nudged Wrath with his elbow.

Hmph! Nonsense! The King of Essence never said such a thing!

Wrath’s face flushed red as he shook his head.

If you're going to talk nonsense, focus on the fight!

‘Alright. Let’s talk after it’s over.’

Raon took a deep breath and raised his head.

“Urgh!”

The Fallen slowly raised his hand to his mask.

“Khahahahahaha!”

Instead of showing anger or a look of surprise, he burst into mad laughter toward the sky.

"Yes. Now I finally understand."

The Fallen twisted his lips as he lowered his golden eyes.

“Raon Zieghart. You were the final piece.”

He let out a deep, resonant sigh as if he had just discovered a hidden treasure, his smile bright and wide.

“The final piece?”

Raon frowned as he met the Fallen’s golden eyes.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

"You know, don't you? Or do you not yet know? Well, since it hasn't manifested yet."

The Fallen giggled, muttering incomprehensible words as if he had lost his mind.

Raon was baffled because even when the Fallen’s life was threatened by Glenn, he did not lose his elegant demeanor.

"It's not yet time, but I can't help but covet it."

The Fallen licked his lips and stretched out his left hand.

Huaaaaaa!

Darkness condensed in his palm, forming a black hole that began to pull Raon in.

Kuwoong!

Raon took a heavy step, exuding tremendous pressure. Enduring the gravitational pull of darkness created by the Fallen, he looked at Wrath.

‘Does he suspect your presence?’

The King of Essence doesn’t know. And even if he does, it doesn’t matter.

Wrath clenched his small fist, telling him to fight to the end to protect his mom.

"Let's enjoy this a bit more."

As the Fallen’s eerie laughter echoed, a golden radiance appeared in the black sky.

Snap!

When he snapped his fingers, thin trails of light stretched out in all directions, he was targeting not only Raon but every human present here.

Chiiiiing!

Raon stepped back and activated Flame Spirit.

Thousands of ice flowers blooming around his blade became shards of frost, wrapping around the Fallen’s light.

Kwa-gwa-gwa-gwang!

As light and frost clashed, thick snowflakes scattered in the empty air.

Bang!

Raon charged through the shockwave caused by the collision of light and frost, unleashing the Thirty-Six Crimson Slash.

The ancient sword technique, slashing in all thirty-six directions simultaneously, swept over the Fallen's entire body.

“Though I didn’t invite you, you are welcome.”

Along with the Fallen’s smile, a ring of darkness bloomed and quickly spun, pushing out thirty-six slashes in an instant. It is a barrier created by the gravitational force of darkness.

However, Raon’ sword had not yet been broken.

Kuuung!

Raon leaned his upper body forward and thrust the Demonic Righteous Sword straight down toward the ring of darkness that still held the impact of the Thirty-Six Crimson Slashes.

Puh-uh-uh-uk!

The path (movement/trajectory) of the Demonic Righteous Sword, which establishes its own justice within the darkness, pierced through the gravitational pull of the darkness and embedded itself into the Fallen.

“Gah!”

The Fallen coughed up black blood and staggered back. A black hole appeared in his abdomen, where he had barely stopped the bleeding earlier, spilling more blood.

Crack.

Raon, who was about to chase after the retreating the Fallen, stopped. His legs and arms felt heavy, and his body didn't move properly.

What are you doing?! It’s not just you who’s exhausted, he’s also on the verge of death!

Wrath gritted his teeth, pointing at the Fallen, whose breathing had become rough.

The wounds from the combined attack of you and the King of Essence still remain!

‘I know!’

Raon roared inwardly and pursued the Fallen.

“Hahaha!”

The Fallen laughed as if enjoying the pain, continuing to unleash light and darkness in rapid succession.

Chiiiiing!

Raon, while pressuring the Fallen, used the True Void Flowing Flame of the Azure Sky Sword to protect the people behind him.

The noble sword technique imbued with the sky, cleaved through light and darkness, carving a diagonal scar into the Fallen's chest.

Wooooong!

The Fallen vanished once again, becoming light to prevent additional damage.

Chiiiiing!

Raon, without looking at the Fallen, followed his energy and slashed Frost Pond.

Two streaks of sword energy that were shot along the horizon skimmed over and passed by the Fallen’s shoulder and thigh as he reappeared from the right.

Splat!

The Fallen eventually coughed up blood and knelt on the spot.

"Good..."

But he nodded with a bright smile, as if he didn't feel any pain.

'Is he really insane?'

Raon swallowed dryly as he watched the Fallen smiling.

'No, that's not it.'

The Fallen's eyes were certainly filled with madness, but deep inside, a glimmer of desire was shimmering.

If he were truly insane, he wouldn't have such eyes.

'That means he's after something.'

Raon still couldn’t understand the Fallen's words, but one thing was clear, the man was definitely targeting him.

'Now it's a psychological battle.'

Whatever it is, finish it quickly! There's no time!

Wrath trembled, sweating coldly. As he had said, the limit was approaching. Whether The Fallen died or Raon died, it had to end now.

Kuuung!

Raon, his legs feeling as heavy as stone, stomped on the ground. As he stepped through the Third Steps of Supreme Harmony Steps, he unleashed the Flawless Sea of Fire.

Kwaaaaah!

Like a brush dipped in blue paint painting a wave across a canvas, Heavenly Drive, imbued with wrath energy, summoned a tidal wave of frost to this world.

A massive wave of cold energy engulfed the Fallen’s entire body.

Swooosh!

As The Fallen's wings spread simultaneously, spheres of light and darkness floated up, suppressing the cold energy of the Flawless Sea of Fire with sheer force.

'Now's the time.'

Raon, seizing the opportunity as the Fallen clashed with the Flawless Sea of Fire, stepped forward with the Second Steps of Supreme Harmony. As he executed the swift footwork, the world narrowed, and only the Fallen came into view.

Chiiing!

He struck down the Crimson Slash toward the Fallen, who had his left hand extended.

Peoreoeok!

But the sword strike of Heavenly Drive failed to pierce the Fallen's heart. His right arm, which had sprouted before he knew it, summoned darkness and was pushing away the Crimson Slash.

"Welcome."

The Fallen nodded slightly with a deep smile. 

Clang!

In the end, Heavenly Drive, overwhelmed by the darkness, left his hand and flew into the air.

"Our final piece."

He reached out his hand toward Raon's neck, as if to subdue him rather than kill him.

Withdraw!

'No.'

Raon did not resist the Fallen's grasp, standing still in place as if he had lost strength.

What are you doing!

'You said it yourself. End it quickly.'

To protect his family and comrades behind him, he had to end it here.

Srrrng!

Raon caught the falling Heavenly Drive with its scabbard. The moment the silvery-white blade was sheathed, a cold that seemed to

freeze the world emanated from the dragon's eye engraved on the scabbard.

It meant that the energy for the sword-drawing technique had fully charged.

Kooong!

The moment the Fallen grabbed Raon's neck, Raon stomped the ground. Cold energy surged from his toes through his waist and shoulders, as he gripped the hilt of his sword.

Raon Zieghart's Style Swordplay.

Eighth Form: Ultimate Slash Art.

Heavenly Drive surged like an explosion, unleashing a flame of frost.

A perfected draw technique. The sword, burning blue, pierced through the light and darkness raised by the Fallen and slashed his neck.

"Ah..."

The Fallen, unaware that he had been cut, still had a smile on his face as his head fell off. His body tumbled backward as if it were collapsing.

"Ugh!"

Raon stabbed Heavenly Drive into the ground and vomited black dead blood. He had truly reached his limit now. He didn't even have the strength to walk, let alone fight.

"As expected, it's certain..."

The Fallen, still staring up at Raon, trembled in his gaze.

"We... we will meet again on that day...."

Even as he was on the brink of death, the light of desire still flickered in his eyes as he sank into the darkness blooming from the ground.

"I-I protected them."

Raon gripped his head, which felt like it was about to tear apart, and turned his gaze.

He was more relieved that his family and comrades had survived than the fact that he was still alive.

You, you did well!

Wrath let out a breath of relief as he looked down at Raon.

To use the scabbard like that in the end, you really are... Ah!

Wrath was about to express his admiration but shook his head, realizing now was not the time.

Time! There's no time! Move quickly!

'Sorry, but...'

Raon bit his lip as he looked at the people who had collapsed.

'I really don't have any strength left.'

His head was dizzy, and his body was hardening like a statue.

He needed to at least give first aid to Sylvia and Rector, whose lives were hanging by a thread, and then leave, but he couldn’t even manage to do that.

Ugh....

Wrath also seemed at a loss, looking back and forth and trembling his lips.

F-First, get as far away from here as possible! That's the top priority!

'...I understand.'

Raon, on his knees, crawled toward the forest.

As he forced himself to move his arms and legs, struggling to suppress the emotion of wrath that seemed to devour his mind, he sensed an enormous wave of mana from the sky above.

When he raised his head, three huge dragons with razor-sharp wings filled the sky.

'Dragon Lord....'

At the center was the Dragon Lord, who only showed up when the Transcenders were causing havoc, with two ancient red and blue dragons beside him.

'Why now, of all times....'

For them to appear now—this was truly the worst situation.

[Is that the vessel of the demon king?]

The Dragon Lord glared down at Raon, narrowing his eyes.

[I'll erase you without a trace!]

The Dragon Lord and the two ancient dragons opened their massive jaws toward Raon. From their pitch-black throats, resembling a bottomless abyss, light, fire, and frost filled with killing intent surged forth.

Raon's jaw trembled as he watched the dragon breaths fill the sky.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

If he surrendered to the emotion wrath now, everyone here would die, and if he got hit by that breath, he would die.

There was nothing he could do but make an extreme choice.

.......

Wrath became rather calm. It seemed he was leaving the choice to Raon.

'I made my decision a long time ago.'

Raon continued to suppress the emotion of wrath that pierced his mind, resonating the Ring of Fire until the end.

'It's better if I die.'

More than the desire for revenge against Derus Robert, the relationships I gained living my second life are more precious. Even if I died, I didn't want to lose them.

'But...'

I'll go down fighting.

Raon gritted his teeth and lifted his head. He raised his sword desperately toward the three streams of breath pouring down, as if they were collapsing the sky.

Zzeoong!

Just as he was about to swing Heavenly Drive to fight until the end, the breaths and the sky—split apart.

The Azure Sky Sword that contained darkness and coldness. There was only one person in this world who could wield that swordsmanship.

Woo-oo-oo-ong!

The sky that held dawn split apart, and the moon, standing alone in the sky, twisted.

Beneath the distorting moonlight, Glenn, draped in a black long coat, stood.

Even the overwhelming presence of the Dragon Lord, who ruled over all dragons, crumbled like dry firewood before him.

[Glenn Zieghart....]

The Dragon Lord screamed as he glared at Glenn.

[You're interfering again!]

He ground his teeth, spitting out rage and confusion.

"You've done well."

Glenn wasn’t looking at the Dragon Lord but at Raon. Seeing his grandson with black horns sprouting from his forehead, vomiting dead blood, Glenn smiled softly.

"He-head of house...."

Raon's lips trembled, and he collapsed on the spot. Seeing Glenn, all the tension in his body released, and he couldn't stand.

[What are you doing! He has the demon king's power!]

"So what?"

Glenn didn’t even glance at the Dragon Lord, only slightly raising his chin.

"What does that matter?"

[If we don’t kill him now, the demon king will descend!]

"Shut your mouth. I'll handle it."

Glenn waved his hand as if telling him to leave immediately.

[Grr! Attack! Kill him now!]

At the Dragon Lord's command, the ancient dragons once again unleashed their breath and magic.

"I told you to shut your mouth, didn't I?"

The moment Glenn raised Heavenly Tremor, the sky split apart. The neck of the ancient dragons that had been spewing their breaths was severed, and the Dragon Lord, vomiting blood, plummeted.

"Do not block the sky of my children, you scoundrels."

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