The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1052

 Chapter 1052

 

Kuwaaaaaang!

Even after turning one of the Kraken’s legs into a rag, Haerang didn’t seem satisfied. It raised its front paw, extending claws as sharp as blades, and struck down on the Kraken’s torso.

Bbooooook!

Though its head had been torn apart, the Kraken, as if refusing to go down like this, swung one of its long legs and struck Haerang’s jaw.

The battle between the blue wolf cloaked in waves and the ancient Kraken bearing a white city on its back was as fierce as if to determine who the true ruler of this ocean was.

Kyaaaah!

Haerang bared its fangs once again and bit down on the Kraken’s leg, the one that had attacked it, tearing it off.

Kugugugugugu!

The Kraken used that opening to lift its remaining legs and coil them around Haerang, tightening like a snake.

It was an attack infused with such tremendous power that even mountains would be reduced to powder, but Haerang was not a real wolf, it was a spirit possessing the ocean's energy.

Paaaaaang!

Haerang transformed its body into seawater, letting the squeezing attack pass through, and then used its sharp claws to cut off a third of the Kraken’s legs.

Kuuuuuuung!

The Kraken’s massive leg fell to the ground, shaking the very earth.

“Huh…”

Raon let out a breath of disbelief as he watched Haerang overpower the ancient Kraken.

‘Was Haerang always this strong?’

Haerang now seemed even stronger than when he’d gone out of control, addicted to the bloody energy.

Didn’t the King of Essence tell you? That mutt has crossed over death, of course it would have grown stronger.

Wrath nodded calmly, saying it was the result of overcoming pain and fear so intense one would wish to die.

Though even the King of Essence didn’t expect it’d been hiding that level of power. Must be because you awakened that mutt.

‘I awakened Haerang?’

Did you not give it that childish name, Haerang? That spirit, because of you, found the place where it truly belongs.

He wrinkled his nose, saying it wouldn’t be wrong to say that Raon had given Haerang new life and power.

‘Now that I look, more than just being strong, the sorcery engraved on the Kraken’s body isn’t working on Haerang.’

Sorcery had been carved into the Kraken’s body to block aura and magic.

But Haerang used neither magic nor aura, and so was able to subdue the Kraken more easily than anyone else.

Kuuuuuuung!

In the meantime, Haerang severed another of the Kraken’s legs, leaving only four, and inflicted five streaking wounds across its torso.

Kieeeeeek!

Perhaps because its instincts had been strengthened, the Kraken seemed to feel the pain even more intensely. Green blood gushed from its whole body as it let out a scream that shook the ocean.

“Krrrrrrr!”

Haerang gritted its teeth and stomped on the ocean as if to finish off the Kraken, which possessed bloody energy, once and for all.

Kiiiiii….

The Kraken let out a shriek and tried to retreat, but it couldn’t escape because of the bridges connecting the White Blood Religion’s headquarters to the shore.

Puuuuk!

Haerang didn’t miss that opening, he drove its long, towering claws straight into the Kraken’s skull.

Kyaaaaaaaaah!

As if consumed by unbearable pain, the Kraken’s entire body trembled violently, and it flung off the White Blood Religion’s headquarters that had been mounted on its back.

It seemed that, due to the instinct-enhancement magic, the instinct to survive had taken priority over the brainwashing that told it to protect the White Blood Religion.

Kuwaaaaaaaaang!

The White Blood Religion’s headquarters crashed between the ocean and the shore, causing an enormous shockwave. Sand and waves surged high into the sky, and brown dust was scattered in every direction.

Kieeeeeeeek!

“Kyaoooooo!”

The Kraken, unbefitting its title as an ancient beast, fled into the ocean without even looking back, and Haerang dove in after it, determined to finish the creature off for good.

“…Is that really the same spirit I saw earlier?”

The Magic Tower master Larian let out a hollow laugh.

"I'm begging you. Let me study it just a little! Really, just a little!"

She pressed her palms together in a pleading gesture. Even in the middle of a war with the White Blood Religion, she was talking about research, such was a mage through and through.

“The spirit of the ocean is one of the legends passed down from ancient times.”

Aris looked at the waves Haerang had left behind and smiled deeply.

“I’ve wandered the seas for decades and never encountered one, but my nephew did. Incredible.”

She patted Raon’s shoulder, saying that choosing to save Haerang instead of killing it was the right decision.

“Thanks to that, the White Blood Religion also lost the advantage they had in defense.”

Since the headquarters had been on the Kraken’s back and was now brought to land, the height of their fortress walls had been drastically lowered. It had become much easier to breach than before.

However, since the headquarters itself was protected by incredibly strong defensive sorcery, it seemed the bloody demons inside hadn’t taken much damage despite the crash.

“Get up! Charge at the wall again!”

Balder, sensing the confusion sweeping through the White Blood Religion, gave the order to the swordsmen on the four bridges.

“Don’t climb the wall! Smash it down!”

He moved to the front and brought down his sword imbued with astral sphere, striking the wall and the sorcery, causing crimson cracks to spread.

“Huh…”

Raon tightened his grip as he watched Balder cutting off the enemy’s breath.

‘So he’s not just an idiot after all.’

The wall surrounding the White Blood Religion’s headquarters was filled with a powerful bloody energy sorcery.

If they didn’t destroy that first and rushed in, they would be forced into a disadvantageous fight, but Balder had realized that, and was trying to break the wall and the sorcery first.

‘On top of that, he’s clearly aware of the enemy’s weakened state.’

I’d thought Balder was someone who didn’t know how to use his head, but that very simplicity had become a beast-like instinct on the battlefield, tearing into the enemy’s throat.

“Let’s go too!”

“Break the wall now and get inside!”

“Open the path with everything you’ve got!”

Burren, who was moving the Light Wind swordsmen in Raon’s place, Rabawin leading the warriors of the Azure Wind, and the other leaders of armed groups also seemed to be fueled by Balder’s heavy momentum and charged toward the wall with their subordinates.

Kugugugugugu!

The will of the Zieghart swordsmen to tear down the wall connected as one sword, carving deep scars into the firm sorcery of the White Blood Religion’s leader.

Uuuuuuuung!

Just as the white wall and the defensive sorcery protecting the White Blood Religion’s headquarters were about to collapse, white dimensions emerged in all directions.

Hwaaaaaak!

Like a beehive disturbed, countless bloody demons, with white coats stained in blood, poured out from the white dimensions.

“They’re evil spirits!”

“Stop the evil spirits and protect our god!”

“Don’t let them enter the sacred land!”

“Uwaaaaaaaaah!”

The archbishops sent the bloody demons forward from the white dimensions to block the swordsmen trying to destroy the wall and sorcery.

“For the Blood God!”

“For the Blood God!”

The bloody demons, wielding no weapons, charged at the swordsmen. The moment they were cut by swords, they detonated the bloody energy they had condensed in their hearts, unleashing suicide attacks.

Kugugugugugugu!

On the narrow bridge, one burst of bloody energy after another exploded, and cursed white blood splattered over the swordsmen’s bodies.

“Kuaaaaagh!”

“M-my arm!”

“Aura can’t block it!”

All the Light Wind swordsmen were Masters, so they managed to defend themselves somehow, but from the other bridges, screams of swordsmen rang out.

“Filthy bastards….”

Martha clenched her teeth as she watched the bloody demons swarm like ants.

“Those bloody demons…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the endlessly emerging bloody demons.

“They’re not coming from the inside.”

“Just as you said….”

Evelyn let out a murky breath and nodded.

“It seems they brought in bloody demons from other regions to defend the wall.”

She bit her lip, saying it looked like they used teleportation spells to bring them in for suicide attacks.

Truly filthy scum.

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply, saying even most demons wouldn’t stoop to something like this.

“I suppose this too counts as strength in numbers.”

The White Blood fanatics atop the wall were firing off bloody energy, while those coming from the dimensions were throwing themselves in suicide attacks to block the path.

The wall that had seemed like it would be breached thanks to Haerang was starting to feel distant once more.

“You maggot bastards!”

Balder stomped the ground and raised his sword. The flexible blade wavered like a rattlesnake’s tail, then shredded the bloody demons before him into thousands of pieces.

“Runaan! Trevin!”

At Balder’s shout, Runaan and Trevin, who had been supporting the swordsmen from behind, leapt forward.

Hwaaaaaa!

As Runaan’s sword extended with the graceful elegance of silk, both the White Blood fanatics throwing themselves for suicide and the dimension pouring them out froze solid.

Chiaaaaaaang!

Trevin didn’t miss the opportunity Runaan created, he brought his sword down fiercely, cutting through the frozen bloody demons and the dimension at once.

“Looks like I’ll get to use some strength for the first time in a while!”

Not to be outdone, Rabawin gripped his sword with both hands and spun it like a windmill. A grand wind surged up and hurled the bloody demons, who had been about to explode, into the sky and ocean.

As the swordsmen on each bridge met each other’s eyes and began charging once more toward the White Blood Religion’s headquarters, a dense and deep scent of blood, stronger than anything they had felt before, began to spill down from atop the wall.

Kuwaaaaaaaaang!

A sharp surge of bloody energy, like a scythe’s blade, came crashing down, and all the Zieghart swordsmen running toward the wall were pushed back at once.

“The stinking trash has arrived.”

The First Apostle, his pale expression making it unsurprising that he could drop dead at any moment, gazed down on Zieghart’s swordsmen with a chilling gleam in his eyes.

“They’re not trash. They’re delicious meals that came crawling to us. Every single one smells amazing.”

A handsome man with blue hair pulled back his white long coat, curling his lips into a twisted grin.

“Sigh, only boring old men on this side.”

A beautiful woman with red hair covering her left eye rested her chin on both hands and sighed.

“That one over there looks a bit decent though.”

She moved her crimson lips as she gazed at Raon in the distance.

“Stop spouting nonsense and focus. We need to finish this before that person arrives.”

A young boy with white hair clicked his tongue as he looked at the red-haired woman.

“Those bastards….”

Raon frowned as he looked at the newly appeared bloody demons.

“They’re Apostles.”

The only one he recognized by face was the First Apostle, but the martial power radiating from the others was clearly on a different level from the other bloody demons. They were definitely Apostles.

‘There are a lot of them.’

Had they brought in new people?

It seemed new individuals had been appointed to fill the places of dead Apostles, there were more of them than he had expected.

Doesn’t that match the number of the remaining ones?

Wrath turned his gaze, saying that if you took into account the apostles who hadn’t appeared, the numbers lined up.

'That's not all of them.'

The one currently opening the white dimension must also be an Apostle, and the one summoning bloody demons and maintaining the wall’s sorcery would be one too, clearly they had accepted new Apostles.

‘The problem is….’

The number of Transcenders.

The First Apostle, as well-known, was a Transcender, and the blue-haired man in the center radiated a martial power of Transcender.

‘Those two… only Lady Aris and I can handle them.’

Only a Transcender could face another Transcender. Now, it was time for me and Aris to step forward.

“Aunt, who will you take?”

Raon placed his hand on Heavenly Drive and asked Aris.

“I’ll take the First Apostle.”

As if knowing this was the moment to fight, Aris dusted off the sand and stood up.

“I’ve got history with that one.”

She clenched her fist, saying she would be sure to cut the First Apostle’s head.

“Then I’ll take the blue-haired one.”

Raon rolled his wrist as he looked at the blue-haired apostle smiling in his direction.

“You already know this too, aunt, but we have to finish this as quickly as possible. The fact that the leader of the White Blood Religion isn’t showing herself means she’s definitely plotting something.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader that he knew was the type who would come forward to see things with her own eyes, she wasn’t one to hide in the back.

The fact that she had sent Apostles without showing even a shadow of herself meant she was clearly scheming something within the headquarters.

“And besides, we have a lot of exhausted people on our side.”

The mages from the Magic Tower had already exhausted all their mana and were gasping for air, and Evelyn too couldn’t move after erasing the White Blood Religion’s white fog.

If we didn’t break the wall and drag out the religious leader quickly, Owen wouldn’t be able to join the war.

‘But no matter how we go about it, the sacrifice is bound to be great.’

I wanted them to break through the White Blood Religion’s wall before the apostles appeared. But that didn’t happen, and the bloody demons kept increasing… the casualties will only continue to rise.

“Martha. You support the Void Sword Division and the Warring Sword Division—”

"Sorry, but my opponent has also appeared."

Martha ignored his orders and looked toward the right-side wall.

“That bastard, I'll be the one to kill him.”

She bared her teeth like a wounded beast as she glared at the newly appeared Tenth Apostle.

“No.”

Raon looked over the Tenth Apostle that Martha had fixed her gaze on and shook his head.

“You can’t defeat him alone—”

“It’s the right choice.”

Just as he was about to tell her to wait, a calm voice rose from behind.

“Revenge must be taken with your own hands.”

Denier Zieghart. He was walking through the blue dimension, leading the Wise Martial Palace.

“Father?”

Martha’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Why is the Wise Martial Palace master here….”

Raon swallowed dryly as he saw the calm look in Denier’s eyes.

“After seeing that bloody demons from other regions were being summoned here, the head of house ordered me to join the battle.”

Denier drew his sword, saying he had come on Glenn’s orders to minimize casualties.

Chiaaaaaang!

The swordsmen of the Wise Martial Palace, who served him as their master, raised their swords as well, releasing a mighty wave of energy as if declaring they would annihilate the bloody demons.

“……”

Raon bit the inside of his lip as he met Denier’s eyes, now burning with resolve.

‘The head of house sent him?’

Then again, there was nothing strange about it.

Even when Denier had been given standby orders, he had reacted calmly, without issue, perhaps that had earned Glenn’s trust.

'It can't be helped.'

Denier was suspicious, but he had never done anything that would harm Zieghart.

To Glenn, he was merely a son who lacked ability, so sending him here wouldn’t be strange.

“We’ll move to the fifth bridge and split their focus. Martha, follow me.”

Denier said he would open a path and charged toward the fifth bridge, which was currently unoccupied.

“Yes!”

Martha nodded and followed closely behind him, seeming to trust Denier as much as she trusted Raon.

“Don’t die, any of you.”

Aris murmured the words like a spell to the swordsmen, then leapt toward the left wall where the First Apostle was.

“Raon! Come back safely!”

Evelyn waved her hand as if putting all her trust in him. Her trembling fingers showed how exhausted she truly was.

“Don’t waste too much energy on someone like that. You’ll need to fight the White Blood Religion's leader too.”

Larian lifted her chin confidently, saying he’d need to help when the time came to face the White Blood Religion’s leader.

“Understood.”

Raon gave a short nod as he looked at Evelyn and Larian.

‘These two are out of the question.’

Evelyn was too exhausted, and Larian needed to conserve her strength for the fight against the White Blood Religion’s leader, so Raon couldn’t ask either of them to keep an eye on Denier.

No—maybe Evelyn, but Larian was someone I couldn’t even bring myself to say that to.

‘Then there’s only one person left.’

Raon stepped heavily onto the beach and made his way up the second bridge. He joined Balder at the very front, who was leading the charge at the front, cutting through the bloody demons.

“Nephew!”

Balder grinned slyly as he looked at him.

“You came to help?”

“You remember what I told you before, right? I said I’d create every sword technique you asked for…”

Raon pointed toward Denier, who was opening a path on the fifth bridge.

"Be sure to watch him."

*   *   *

"...Just keep him in check so he can't come out. You're near there, aren't you."

Derus Robert twisted his lips into a smile as he looked at the dragon helmet reflected in the transparent orb.

Click.

The man inside the orb gave no reply and simply cut the connection.

“So short with words, seriously.”

Derus shrugged his shoulders and placed the orb he was holding in his hand down on the ebony desk.

"It's really strange. How did Zieghart find the White Blood Religion’s headquarters, which was sunken at the bottom of the ocean?"

He let out a hollow laugh as he gazed at the coast where the battle between the White Blood Religion and Zieghart was unfolding.

“No, actually, what’s more surprising is that they found the location and waited this long. That’s exactly how that bastard operates.”

Derus curled his lips again, saying it was obvious who was behind all of this.

“We’ll prepare to move directly to the White Blood Religion’s headquarters.”

As Cubara bowed and turned to leave—

“No.”

Derus lightly waved his hand.

“Just throw in whatever sturdy ones we’ve got.”

“…Excuse me? What do you mean…?”

Cubara widened his eyes.

“So the wall doesn’t break. No, just to delay it a little. Send in a few suitable ones. We’ll need a few celestials too.”

Derus shook his head, as if he had no intention of going himself despite the White Blood Religion’s request for support.

“Then, master…”

"All four of the Five Kings are gathered at the White Blood Religion’s headquarters, Zieghart, Magic Tower, Balkar, and even the hidden Owen."

With a sly smile, he raised his hand, and a holy energy surged upward, opening a white gate.

“Even an idiot wouldn’t let this opportunity slip.”

Like someone about to sit down to a feast, Derus licked his lips and stepped into the dimensional gate.

"Today, three of the Five Kings will disappear. Have a banquet prepared."

Derus stepped into the white dimension without even giving Cubara time to respond.

He found himself not on an old-fashioned navy carpet, but standing in a green meadow, and gave a smiling glance with his eyes.

“For the king of the Plains and leader of Beasts, hiding in such a shabby little hut, what a pitiful sight.”

Derus furrowed his brow as he looked at the decaying hut, seemingly built from old wood.

“So you came all the way here after all.”

Ogram, the leader of the Beast Union and the one called the Beast King, opened the creaking door of the hut and stepped outside..

“You’re not going to help the White Blood Religion?”

He frowned, as if in disbelief.

“I prefer robbing empty houses over lending support.”

Derus gave a long, mocking grin at Ogram.

“So in the end, things went just as that kid said.”

Ogram let out a hearty laugh, as if he had expected Derus to appear.

“That kid?”

“I’d love to snap your neck with my own hands, but today, your opponent is someone else.”

As he let out a heavy breath and stepped aside, the sound of another person’s footsteps echoed from inside the hut.

“…Hmm?”

Derus turned his gaze toward the hut, his eyes narrowing.

‘Since when?’

He hadn’t realized someone else was inside the hut. A sharp, ominous chill crept into his chest.

Huuumm~

Along with a light hum, a young man in gray martial attire stepped out of the hut Ogram had been staying in.

He wore a black blindfold covering both eyes, but his movements were so natural, it was as if he could still see.

“Red hair… a black sword…”

Derus’s lips trembled slightly as he looked at the black sword hanging from the man’s waist.

“Dark Night Sword God? Why are you here…?”

His eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe he was encountering Darkan in this place.

“Dark Night Sword God…”

Darkan turned his head toward Derus and wagged his finger.

“I’ve thrown away that name.”

“What…?”

"I am merely a blind swordsman who barely escaped being a beggar."

He stood directly in front of Derus and drew his black sword.

“When I was called the Sword God, I wasn’t free. And when I lost my sight, I had no peace. But thanks to that guy, when I truly became a beggar and let go of the past, a new path opened up. I suppose I should thank him.”

Recalling Raon’s voice, Darkan raised his black sword and pointed it at Derus.

Goooooooo!

The sky over the meadow, which had been completely still, began to quake. The earth howled as if it were enraged.

As if this meadow, no, this entire world regarded Derus Robert as an enemy, a chilling killing intent spread throughout the heavens and earth.

The will of the swordsman pursuing perfection in exchange for losing his eyes and abandoning his status was already reaching the pinnacle of this world.

“You’ve become a decent sword, just like that child said.”

Darkan smiled in satisfaction. Then, with a flick of his finger at the scowling Derus—

“You’ll do nicely as an appetizer before the feast.”

 

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