The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 828

 Chapter 828

 

Chwaaaak!

After slashing open the Second Apostle's left chest, Raon landed on the sandy ground.

“Guhhh….”

Despite having her heart cut, the Second Apostle didn't die, she staggered backward.

It seemed she was converting the remaining bloody energy in her body into vitality.

“Im... impossible. Da-Dancing Sword...”

She pulled the demonic sword from her back and hurled it to the ground.

Despite the copious blood gushing from her chest and back, her gaze burned with murderous intent as she glared at Raon.

Wooong!

With a flick of Raon’s fingers, the demonic sword embedded in the sand floated into the air and moved behind him.

“So, you noticed?”

Raon tilted his chin toward the trembling Second Apostle.

‘As expected of a Transcender.’

To realize he had used the Dancing Sword in such a dire situation, her perceptiveness was indeed that of a Transcender.

“It wasn’t just the Dancing Sword. What did you do?”

“Why would I tell you that?”

Raon shrugged, meeting her grinding teeth with a smirk.

Your fusion of the Dancing Sword and the space sword is still lacking, so you preemptively planted the sword in the space where that vampire wench would move.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he looked at the demonic sword stained with her blood.

‘Exactly.’

At his current level, he couldn't harmonize the Dancing Sword and the space sword as Aris desired.

If he made a careless attack, the likelihood of suffering a counterattack was high.
So, after grasping the Second Apostle’s movements, he launched the demonic sword into her path, creating a trap that forced her to impale herself on the blade.

Of course, being pummeled like a sandbag had left him with plenty of internal and external injuries, but now the Second Apostle's condition had become even more severe than his own.

The flames of the divine sword and the frost of the demonic sword continuously burned away her vitality and bloody energy.

Truly, you’re a guy whose head works exceptionally well.

Wrath let out a hollow breath, as if genuinely impressed.

‘If Sir Lawrence were here, he would have defeated her more easily.’

The Second Apostle possessed terrifying speed, but she lacked the overwhelming presence that other Transcenders had.

She was simply a dangerous monster because of her speed—nothing more.

‘I wonder if aunt is okay.’

Raon sighed briefly as he glanced at the Second Apostle, who was coughing up white blood.

If you want to kill that punk, even among the demons, it would take someone with a decent reputation to come.

Wrath dismissed his worries, shaking his head.

It may be possible to imprison her, but

harming or killing her is unlikely.

'Well, that's a relief.'

More importantly, focus on finishing off that vampire wench for sure right now.

‘I know.’

Raon nodded solemnly.

‘But taking the initiative right now isn’t a good choice.’

A cornered rat will even bite a cat. The light in the Second Apostle’s eyes hadn’t dimmed yet, so it was better to gauge her intentions and act accordingly.

Indeed.

Wrath nodded slightly.

No matter how close she is to the edge, she has crossed the wall of Transcendence. She will struggle desperately until the end. So stay focused until it’s over.

Almost immediately after Wrath urged him to focus, an explosive surge of bloody energy erupted from the Second Apostle.

Kugugugugu!

An even greater bloody energy than when the fight began.

The second apostle didn’t seem to be trying to escape alive but was determined to kill Raon no matter what.

It was fitting for an Apostle of the White Blood Religion, known to have the most insane members among the Five Demons.

"Even if I die, I'll make sure you die too."

She ground her teeth and stomped her foot. Her body vanished into a white streak of light.

“Hoo.”

Raon let out a heavy breath, gripping the divine sword with both hands.

‘She’s even faster now.’

This could be dangerous.

If he waited to sense the Second Apostle’s approach before defending, it would be too late. He had to predict where she would strike and bring his sword down.

‘Her instincts will guide her to aim for vital points as her life is on the line.’

Still, he had to be prepared for anything.

Whoosh!

The moment Raon sensed her presence, he stepped forward with his right foot and swung his divine sword toward his left chest, which she had been constantly aiming for.

Tsssss!

However, the Second Apostle twisted her body unnaturally, snapping her ankle in the process. Instead of his chest, her fist shot toward his neck, sending a chill down his spine.

"You're not the only one who knows how to deceive!"

The Second Apostle drew a blood-soaked smile, seemingly certain of victory.

“Let’s die together!”

With the resolve to drag them both to the grave, the Second Apostle unleashed a tremendous surge of bloody energy into her fist.

Boom!

The energy wave from her exploding fist worsened Raon’s internal injuries, and his knees almost buckled.

“Sorry, but….”

Even in the face of the second apostle’s terrifying bloody energy, Raon didn’t waver.

“My deception isn’t over yet.”

Just before the Second Apostle's punch could pierce his neck, Raon summoned the demonic sword that had been floating behind him.

Kugugugu!

The divine sword, firmly held in both hands, clashed with the descending demonic sword, forming a radiant cross and unleashing a majestic brilliance.

Raon Zieghart Style Swordplay.
Sixth Form: Harmony of Heaven and Demon’s Combination Technique.
Red-Blue Invincible Sword.

With the divine sword gripped in both hands and the demonic sword slashed downward using the Dancing Sword, a storm of flames and frost erupted, swallowing up the bloody energy the Second Apostle had risked her life to unleash.

Whoooosh!

True to its name, the sword strike, carrying an invincible energy wave, completely devoured the bloody energy before slicing the Second Apostle's body behind it in two.

“Guhhh….”

Her body split in half, the Second Apostle collapsed onto the sandy ground.

"D-damn it!"

The Second Apostle’s lips trembled, as if regretful that she couldn’t kill Raon despite staking her life.

However, her complexion began to turn pitch black as if her life had reached its limit.

“Why were you after the Soul Stone?”

Raon pointed his sword at her throat and asked.

“Haa….”

The Second Apostle let out a faint breath, her gaze weakly rising.

“You’ll die soon….”

She smiled coldly, her words dripping with malice.

"I've heard curses like that countless times, so don't worry and just answer. Why were you after the Soul Stone?"

"C-curse? It's not that. When I die, that person will move."

She revealed teeth stained with white blood, saying that person will come.

"That person?"

As Raon frowned, she muttered her final words.

“The Thirteenth….”

With the number thirteenth as her last word, the Second Apostle breathed her last. Until the very end, her expression was one of frustration.

*   *   *

“What…?”

"Th-the Apostle was defeated?"

“Not just any Apostle—the Second Apostle?”

"Impossible. Today is a full moon night!"

The white blood fanatics of the White Blood Religion trembled, unable to believe the Second Apostle’s defeat.

“A Grandmaster defeated a Transcender…?”

“That’s the Usurper, Raon Zieghart.”

“He’s beyond monstrous...”

Even the mages of the Black Tower gulped in disbelief.

“That’s our division leader!”

Rimmer grinned broadly, pointing his sword at the White Blood Religion’s fanatics and Black Tower’s mages.

“Now, let’s clean up the remnants! Take them all down!”

“Yes!”

Fueled by Raon’s victory, the Light Wind swordsmen unleashed sharper energy waves, cutting through the white blood fanatics and the Black Tower’s mages with ease.

“Gaaah!”

“Don’t back down! Fight to the end!”

"Kill at least one of them!"

The white blood fanatics and Black Tower’s mages clashed head-on with the Light Wind swordsmen, not a single one fleeing.

Normally, when there's such a disparity in power, even a few would try to escape, but fighting to the death like this—there’s no other word for it but madness.

“Hoo.”

Raon sheathed Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem, wiping away the black blood dripping from his lips.

‘That wasn’t easy.’

His external wounds were severe, but his internal injuries were even worse, leaving his head spinning.

Even if he was prepared, facing a Transcender was no simple feat.

‘But….’

Raon frowned as he looked at the Second Apostle’s corpse.

‘What’s the Thirteenth?’

As far as he knew, the White Blood Religion had only twelve Apostles. That’s why they were called the Twelve Apostles, so he couldn't understand what she meant by the Thirteenth.

Clap, clap, clap.

While Raon was stroking his chin, lost in thought, the sound of clapping echoed behind him.

"Well done!"

Turning his head, he saw Aris clapping with a refreshing smile.

"Looks like it was worth trusting and leaving it to you."

Praising his efforts, Aris ruffled Raon’s hair playfully.

“Did you see it?”

“Yes, just the final scene.”

Aris nodded, explaining that she had witnessed the moment Raon used the Red-Blue Invincible Sword, wielding the divine sword with both hands and the demonic sword through the Dancing Sword.

“The harmony between a sword in hand and the Dancing Sword—such a brilliant idea.”

She smiled, sincerely impressed.

“Still, I couldn’t harmonize the space sword with the Dancing Sword.”

Raon shook his head as he looked at Aris.

"Trying it in actual combat made it even harder. It felt like my head was getting twisted."

"I may have pushed you, but it's not something that happens overnight."

Aris shook her head, telling him to progress steadily.

"What about aunt?"

“That smoky bastard said he’d let me go if I found the door in that dark space.”

She frowned, recalling the pitch-black room she had been trapped in.

“Oh, so you found the door and—”

“No! I beat the crap out of that smoky bastard and tore through the space to get out.”

She grinned, explaining how she had sliced through the demonic space that had dragged her in.

Breaking that barrier by force isn't an easy feat...

Wrath exhaled in disbelief.

She’s truly a brute….

He shook his head in exasperation.

“Well, let’s get moving.”

Aris pointed toward the opposite shore of the island with her finger.

“Rabawin! You said you remembered the location, right? Lead the way.”

"Yes! The emerald pentagonal stone is still etched in my mind!"

Overflowing with confidence, Rabawin headed into the forest.

The island of Giran wasn’t particularly large, so it didn’t take long to reach the opposite shore.

“Where is it?”

Aris swung her arms, eager to find the Soul Stone quickly and wake up her cute niece.

“……”

But Rabawin, who had initially been so confident, now stood frozen in place, unable to move.

“Hey! Why aren’t you moving?”

When Aris tilted her head and glared at him, Rabawin’s eyes darted around like a guilty puppy.

“We-Well, those White Blood Religion bastards seem to have messed everything up, so… I can’t find it….”

He gulped nervously, explaining that the emerald pentagonal stone was nowhere to be seen.

“So then….”

"W-We have to search everything."

He bowed his head, looking ashamed.

“……”

Aris slowly turned her head to look at the shore.

Seeing the countless stones piled up there, she closed her eyes tightly.

“When are we supposed to find it?!”

Unable to hold it in any longer, she kicked Rabawin in the butt with all her strength.

“AAAARGH!”

Rabawin collapsed on the spot, clutching his rear. Excluding Raon, he was the first to be seriously injured in today's battle.

*   *   *

Both the Light Wind swordsmen and the crew of Azure Wind began searching the shore for the Soul Stone.

Since the minimum requirement to find the Soul Stone was intermediate Grandmaster level or higher, only Raon, Rimmer, Aris, and Rabawin could actively search for it, while the others stuck to searching for pentagonal stones based on the descriptions.

"Ah, damn it! Can't see it! Where the hell is it!"

Aris threw the stone she held towards the horizon, shouting in frustration.

"Calm down. Let's take it easy."

Rimmer examined each stone as if appraising gems, shaking his head.

“You’re surprisingly diligent.”

Aris commented, narrowing her eyes at Rimmer.

"Well, our division leader seems to have realized the importance of family lately. So, I’ll do my best to help him."

Rimmer shrugged his shoulders as if it was the most natural thing.

“Hmph. You sound half-sincere, half-scheming.”

Aris squinted suspiciously.

“No scheme. Even if I don’t help, I’d still get my extra pay.”

Rimmer laughed, shaking his head.

“You’ve changed a lot.”

Aris clicked her tongue.

“Nope, still the same.”

Rimmer chuckled, insisting nothing had changed.

“Hmm. Anyway….”

Looking at Raon, who was searching far ahead, Aris smiled softly.

"My dear nephew is really rewriting the history of the continent."

"Indeed. Defeating a Transcender while still at Grandmaster—he might be the only one in history."

Rimmer nodded grandly, as if proud of Raon.

“This might cause a stir across the continent. Neutral factions hesitating between the Five Kings and the Five Demons might finally take our side.”

He looked warmly at Raon's back, as if expecting even greater things in the future.

“A stir? No, the continent should be turned upside down!”

Aris nodded firmly.

“If it doesn’t, I’ll flip it myself! As soon as we return, I’ll make sure the entire continent hears of this!”

She waved her hands animatedly, declaring her intent to spread the news far and wide.

“Oh, I’ll have to tell Encia and Siyan about this and publish a book too!”

Aris chuckled, saying this story definitely deserved to be turned into a book.

“S-Siyan? When did you meet my sister?”

“We got close while talking about Raon.”

She laughed, saying that mentioning Raon’s name usually worked wonders when it came to making friends.

“Hmm. That girl is like a blank slate, she shouldn’t be hanging around a brute like you….”

Rimmer furrowed his brows in genuine concern.

"Then you should get lost first! She’s so nice, it’s hard to believe she’s even your sister!"

Aris smacked Rimmer on the back, shaking her head.

“Stop hitting me… Hmm.”

Looking into Aris’ eyes, Rimmer tilted his head.

“You’re in a good mood, right? Then Why do you look… so lonely?”

“You may be dumb, but you’re annoyingly perceptive sometimes.”

Aris sighed, dropping her hand.

"Watching Raon reminds me of that damned son of mine."

She bit her lip, gazing at the moonlit horizon.

"I wanted Sif to be like that—someone who shows his strength while still cherishing his family. I thought I was doing my best to raise him, but being a parent is so damn hard."

Aris lowered her head, saying it felt like Sif wasn’t coming back because of her mistakes.

"Earlier, I mentioned that Raon cherishes his family these days, right?"

Rimmer gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re part of that family. Don’t let it get you down.”

With those words, he walked ahead.

“……”

Looking at Rimmer and Raon standing in the distance, Aris curled her trembling lips into a smile.

“Of course, I know that! He’s my dear nephew!”

Kicking Rimmer, she resumed searching the stones.

*   *   *

“Phew….”

Raon sighed deeply, standing thigh-deep in the sea as he turned over stones.

‘How long is this going to take?’

Lavawyn had said it was a pentagonal stone, but over the long years, waves could have altered its shape. He couldn't ignore even the smallest stones.

With countless stones to search through and only four people capable of detecting the Soul Stone, the difficulty was incredibly high.

Pathetic.

Wrath shook his head in disdain.

‘What now?’

Seeing you struggle like this to find something so simple just proves you’re still a novice.

‘Then how would you find it? Do you know?’

Raon frowned, looking at Wrath.

The King of Essence is the Monarch of Devildom! If he unleashes his vast soul, the Soul Stone will reveal itself to him!

Wrath tilted his head proudly, saying he could locate it instantly with his soul.

'Then please do it. I'm asking you.'

Raon bowed slightly.

‘Once Sia wakes up, I’ll throw a party filled with all your favorite foods and pile up a mountain of ice cream just for you.’

R-Really... Hmph! W-What do you take the King of Essence for! The King of Essence doesn’t exchange life-saving deeds for trivial things!

Wrath declared that he would do it regardless of such things, stretching out his chubby arms confidently.

However, even after a long while, he didn’t move an inch.

‘What are you doing?’

Uh….

Wrath blinked his now-shrunken eyes.

H-He had forgotten, the King of Essence. With his current state, he cannot use that method.

Wrath lowered his head, admitting it was difficult for him to use the method with his current state.

‘I knew it.’

Before departing for this mission, Wrath had mentioned that he was not fully recovered, couldn’t fully use his power, and warned Raon to be careful.

Raon had clung to a faint hope, but the result was just as expected.

Ugh….

Wrath trembled slightly, his lips quivering in embarrassment.

‘It’s fine. Honestly, I didn’t really believe you in the first place.’

Y-you insolent brat!

‘Just kidding.’

Raon chuckled lightly and shook his head before turning his attention back to searching for the Soul Stone.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

He heard the sound of something hitting against a stone, so he turned his head to see a large sea otter cracking a shell on its belly with a pentagonal stone.

“Pentagonal?”

Not only was the stone pentagonal, but it also had a slightly dark emerald hue.

“Could it be…?”

Wait! Th-that could be one of those madwomen!

Wrath shouted a warning and hid behind Raon’s back.

‘I don’t care if it’s Merlin or Lust!’

Without a moment’s hesitation, Raon reached for the stone resting on the sea otter’s belly.

 

 

 

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