The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1070

 Chapter 1070

 

“Tsk.”

Derus Robert clicked his tongue harshly as his prediction was broken, glaring at Jaina who had opened a long-distance dimensional gate.

He released an intense killing intent, as if he would kill Jaina on the spot if given the chance.

“Ah….”

Jaina’s face turned pale, startled by Derus’ heavy murderous intent.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Glenn swung down a heavy sword strike so that Derus couldn’t even look at Jaina.

Kuuuuuuuuung!

Derus couldn’t completely block Glenn’s strike, and as he was pushed back, his brow furrowed deeply.

“Not until you defeat me.”

Glenn lifted his chin, saying Derus wouldn’t be able to approach Jaina before he fell.

“Glenn Zieghart….”

Derus muttered Glenn’s name viciously, like a beast stripping flesh from bone.

“You always get in my way.”

He let out a murky breath, as if recalling all the times Glenn had blocked him.

“It isn’t me.”

Glenn shook his head firmly.

“You are defeated because you ignored children like Raon.”

He lowered his eyebrows, as if telling him to speak straight.

“Ignored? You think I ignore Raon?”

Derus grabbed his forehead and chuckled.

“In this continent—no, in the entire world—the only one who can truly understand Raon is me!”

He twisted his lips upward, claiming he knew Raon better than anyone.

“I did not lend my support to the White Blood Religion, and instead I came here to target Ogram, because I acknowledged Raon and you all. Of course…”

Derus tightened his fingertips as he looked at the fallen Darkan.

“I didn’t expect that Raon would go so far as to recruit even that lunatic.”

Even though he acknowledged Raon, he let out a hollow laugh, saying he had never even imagined Darkan’s existence.

“Oh, one more thing.”

Derus turned his gaze to Jaina, who was closing the gate and tending to Darkan and Ogram.

“That a foolish, boastful princess like you had the ability to open a long-distance dimensional gate, that was beyond my expectations.”

Derus nodded, saying he would acknowledge Jaina’s ability.

“I-I also….”

Jaina parted her trembling lips, meeting Derus’ eyes.

“I was able to change because of Raon Zieghart!”

She lifted her chin, saying her change too had started because of Raon.

“So she says.”

Glenn slightly raised his lips, as if pleased by Jaina’s words.

“Right. It’s always him that’s the problem.”

Derus clenched his teeth, not at Jaina but at Raon, who wasn’t even there, and revealed his murderous intent.

“I told you to look at your opponent properly, didn’t I?”

Glenn twisted his wrist and thrust Heavenly Tremor forward. The silver blade that moved faster than sound was already at Derus’s throat.

Kyaaaaaaang!

Derus barely twisted his sword to deflect Glenn’s thrust, but blood trickled from his neck.

“That’s it!”

Darkan, still lying down, raised his hand.

“That’s a real sword! It pursues perfection, doesn’t it!”

He curled his lips, calling it a sword that reached perfection, like clothes with no stitch marks.

“Ha….”

Ogram wiped the blood flowing from his mouth and let out a hollow laugh.

“Aren’t you going to say that old man got in your way?”

He frowned, asking why there was a difference.

“Because his swordsmanship is magnificent!”

Darkan curled his lips without taking his eyes off Glenn.

“With swordsmanship like that, even if he took my head, I could accept it!”

He licked his lips, wishing Glenn’s swordsmanship would fall upon him.

“Truly, you’re a man mad with the sword.”

Ogram shook his head from side to side, saying he was fed up.

“Hey! Glenn Zieghart!”

Darkan waved his hand at Glenn.

“I never thought you’d be the one to save me. Since it’s come to this….”

He shaped a sword with his fingers.

“Show me all of your sword!”

After saying it was a request, Darkan forced himself to stand. It was hard to believe he had been driven to the brink of death, as there was a vitality about him.

“Silence.”

Glenn ignored Darkan’s words and unleashed the sword techniques of the Azure Sky Sword and Heavenly Lightning Cultivation toward Derus.

Uuuuuuuuung!

The two sword techniques blended together as if they had originally been one, shaking the sky and summoning crimson lightning.

Kwaaaaaarurururururung!

Unable to withstand Glenn’s Heavenly Lightning of the Azure Sky, Derus retreated step by step. Blood splattered from his lips, and the energy of death melted into red.

“You are a more dangerous existence than anyone.”

Glenn’s eyes sank with terrifying depth.

“I’ll cut off your head here.”

Derus had chosen not to support the White Blood Religion being attacked, but instead moved to take down another of the Five Kings first.

That was not a decision an ordinary human could make. It was right to finish him quickly before he caused an even more dangerous situation.

Uuuuuuuuuuung!

Glenn’s Heavenly Tremor shook violently, and blazing crimson lightning spread in all directions across heaven and earth. It was the secret form of the Heavenly Lightning of the Azure Sky, Heavenly Rain, Striking Lightning, which he had not yet taught Raon.

Chiaaaaaaang!

Derus narrowed his blue eyes sharply, as if reading the flow of Glenn’s sword technique, and raised his sword blazing with the energy of death.

Kuwaaaaaaang!

The lightning that contained the heavens and the blade imbued with death clashed, and a terrifying rupture rang out.

But it didn’t take long for the outcome of what seemed like an even match to be revealed.

Puuuuuk!

Cracks shot up as if the sky was splitting, and a blazing scar was engraved on Derus’s chest.

“Keuhk!”

Derus vomited blood and clutched his chest where the wound had torn open.

“Truly… what insane sword technique….”

He furrowed his eyes as if in disbelief while looking at the wound on his chest.

“Hoooh!”

Darkan let out a scream-like cheer.

“What is that sword! When I recover, use it on me too!”

He waved his hand vigorously at Glenn as though he considered him a friend.

“Hmm….”

But Glenn’s expression was not so good.

‘Just now, I used that to kill.’

Although he had neither activated the sword field nor used the Heart Sword, it was surprising that Derus did not die, even though the sword technique he unleashed was with full power.

‘He really has grown stronger.’

Derus had grown far more than when Glenn had last seen him in Owen. Strength that could reach him if he were careless. His growth rate seemed comparable to Raon, who possessed the greatest talent of the age.

‘I have no choice.’

Glenn raised Heavenly Tremor, aiming at Derus’ heart.

Gooooooooh!

The will imbued in his sword reached the heavens, stirring up a colorless light.

Uuuuuuuuuung!

Just as Glenn was about to unleash his Heart Sword to cut Derus’ soul—

“Not the Heart Sword!”

Darakan shouted with a voice so loud it seemed his throat would burst.

“Hmm….”

At Darkan’s voice, like a drum exploding, Glenn’s focus while wielding the Heart Sword was broken.

Paaaaaang!

Derus seized that gap, shattered a glass orb, and opened a pure white dimensional gate.

“Let’s end it here for today.”

He immediately stepped backward, trying to enter the white dimensional gate.

“Where do you think you’re going.”

Glenn bent his knee forward and thrust Heavenly Tremor. With Darkan’s words about not using the Heart Sword still echoing in his head, he had no choice but to unleash again the secret form of Heavenly Lightning of the Azure Sky.

Puuuuuuuk!

The lightning sliced through space and carved a wound so deep in Derus’ chest that his ribs were exposed.

But Derus didn’t stop at defense, he raised his sword burning with the energy of death.

Piiiiiik!

A black line was drawn across the back of Glenn’s hand, and red blood trickled down.

“Feel it yourself. The wound on the back of your hand….”

Derus let out a choking laugh as he vanished into the white dimension.

“…how unbearably itchy it is.”

Leaving behind the words that they would meet again soon, he disappeared with the white dimension.

“Darkan.”

Glenn frowned as he turned to Darkan.

“Why did you interfere.”

“Because unless you stake your life, it’s meaningless.”

Darkan exhaled a murky breath and shook his head.

“What do you mean….”

“Thanks to you, I was able to step into the realm of the Heart Sword. It’s a bit different, but I used it against that bastard….”

He told Glenn everything that had happened while fighting Derus.

“A soul so vast that it shatters the Heart Sword’s mental word created for battle….”

Glenn narrowed his eyes deeply at Darkan.

‘There’s no way Darkan saw it wrong.’

Darkan had grown strong enough to point his sword at me. For a swordsman of that level, to misjudge another’s soul.

‘Then that means Derus’ immense soul is real.’

If it was enough to destroy Darkan’s mental world with nothing but the size of his soul, then even my Heart Sword might not be able to cut Derus’ soul.

“Eyes blooming from black shadow….”

Glenn frowned as he looked toward the spot where Derus had vanished.

‘What is his true identity??’

He had seen many monsters that absorbed other people’s souls, but he had never once heard of an existence that concealed a soul greater than its own.

He had only heard Darkan’s words, yet a chill crept down his spine.

“Haa….”

Glenn let out a heavy sigh.

‘It bothers me that he’s after Raon.’

Derus, strangely, seemed to acknowledge and obsess over Raon. It was unsettling that an unknown monster was watching Raon.

‘I want to take him with me, but….’

The future couldn’t be predicted.

The Heavenly Demon and Derus seemed to move together, yet their paths were different.

I wanted to kill both of those monsters myself to remove the danger, but it didn’t seem it would be easy.

“Huu….”

As Glenn sighed, Darakan flicked his hand.

“Hey, give me a hand.”

Darkan stretched out his hand, asking to be helped up.

“……”

Glenn glanced at Darkan’s black eyepatch, then took his hand and pulled him up.

“Never thought I’d be getting up by holding your hand.”

Darkan chuckled, saying it felt strange.

“The same goes for me.”

Glenn nodded calmly and supported the staggering Darkan.

“Princess Jaina. Can you open the gate again?”

With his left arm, he also supported Ogram, looking toward Jaina.

“I can. But it’ll take a little time.”

Jaina looked at the heavily injured Ogram and Darkan, nodding that she would open it no matter what.

Uuuuuuuung!

She opened the blazing blue dimensional gate again, as if the efforts she had built up until now had borne fruit, even before ten minutes had passed.

“Since the Ragged Saint and the Saintess are in the White Blood Religion, I connected it there.”

Jaina, with a pale face, pointed to the dimensional gate.

“Thank you.”

Glenn nodded to her and was about to step into the gate when—

“Hey.”

Darkan raised a finger at Glenn.

“When I recover, let’s have a match.”

“It will take a long time to regain your strength. Considering what happened with the Beast King, your power might have vanished permanently.”

Glenn narrowed his eyes at Darkan.

“That could certainly be the case. But there’s always a way.”

Darkan shook his head, as if telling him not to worry.

“What way?”

Glenn narrowed his eyes in curiosity.

“Since I gouged out my eye to learn the Heart Sword, wouldn’t cutting off a leg restore my power?”

Darkan rubbed his thigh as if he were serious.

“Ha.”

Glenn could sense Darakan wasn’t lying, and let out a hollow breath.

“So? Will you fight me?”

Darkan tilted his chin, asking for an answer.

“Fine.”

Glenn gently nodded.

“If you live, and I live as well….”

He entered the dimensional gate Jaina had opened, a faint smile on his lips.

“Let’s fight in a straightforward way.”

*   *   *

Cough!

As soon as Derus stepped out of the dimensional gate created with divine power, he vomited pitch-black, dead blood.

‘Th-that Glenn Zieghart is always the real thing.’

He touched the blazing wound on his chest and let out broken groans.

“Master.”

Cubara ran to him, expression calm but inwardly startled, and cast a white light over him.

But the wound Glenn had left ignored Cubara’s divine power and only tore wider.

“What kind of wound is this….”

Cubara let out a hollow sigh as he looked at the sword scar that disregarded even divine power.

“Was the Dark Night Sword God capable of using such a sword?”

“It wasn’t Darkan.”

Derus wiped the blood from his mouth with a trembling hand.

“Glenn Zieghart. The Destructive King of the North came himself.”

He frowned as he looked at the crystal orb on the desk.

“That fool. If he was going to block, he should have blocked to the end!”

Derus cursed the Heavenly Demon and ground his teeth.

“How did ‘that matter’ go?”

Derus forced his wound closed and turned his gaze to Cubara.

“That side is proceeding even better than planned.”

Cubara lowered her chin, saying there was nothing to worry about.

“Right now, treatment must come first. I will open the chamber of divine power immediately.”

“No.”

As she was about to rise and turn her body, Derus waved his hand.

“Open the cultivation chamber first.”

Derus straightened his back while leaning on his sword.

“What? The cultivation chamber, now?”

Cubara swallowed dryly. It was shocking to hear this from Derus, who had always placed his body above all else.

“Thanks to devouring Darkan’s mental  world, a staircase has descended before me.”

Derus’s lips twisted upward.

“A lofty and exalted staircase that leads to the Heart Sword!”

*   *   *

“Ugh….”

Raon opened his eyes to a strange sound ringing in his ears.

Please! Please! Please!

‘Why is it so noisy….’

As he furrowed his brow, something slid across his vision.

‘What is that?’

Opening his eyes wide to look closely, he saw Wrath, wearing a white headscarf, spinning a blue staff round and round above his head.

“What are you doing?”

Raon couldn’t hold back and parted his dry lips.

Can’t you tell by looking?

‘If I knew, I wouldn’t ask.’

He’s praying to the Demon God!

Wrath put on a pious expression, saying he was offering a prayer to the Demon God.

“You… no way….”

Raon raised one eyebrow.

“Did you make a wish for me to wake up healthy, Wrath…?”

Don’t spout such crap!

Wrath shook his head violently, denying the nonsense.

Since you were going to wake up healthy anyway, he was praying that the reward you’d get for destroying the White Blood Religion would end up as trash!

He shook the hand holding the staff, saying he had been praying for four days.

“Haa….”

Raon let out a heavy sigh at that sight.

‘The moment I wake up, I’m already tired.’

It was as he muttered that he was tired and shook his head. Blue messages began to appear before his eyes.

[You have accomplished a great feat that will be remembered in history.]

[All stats increase by 100 points.]

But the message was only two lines long.

Ooooh! Oh! Demon God!

Wrath spread both arms wide and shouted ‘Hurrah,’ saying that his prayer had worked.

100 points hurts, but this much he can endure!

He grinned, saying his days of prayer had paid off.

“Hm, there’s no way an achievement of this level would end with just two lines….”

As Raon narrowed his eyes and looked again at the messages—

Uuuuuuuung!

The blue message that had only been two lines suddenly shot upward like a volcanic eruption.

[You have accomplished a great feat that will be remembered in history.]

[All stats increase by 100 points.]

[New trait….]

[Trait….]

[Trait….]

[Title….]

[…]

The blue messages rose up past Wrath, who was floating in the air, and reached all the way to the ceiling. Now that Raon saw it, it seemed there was so much information that there was a delay in the messages being displayed.

Ah….

Wrath stared blankly at the messages that couldn’t be taken in at a glance, his mouth hanging open.

“Looks like your prayer didn’t work, huh?”

Raon pointed at the messages with a bright smile.

Why… Why won’t you grant the King of Essence’s wish!

Wrath, as if truly exploding with anger, threw down the staff in his hand.

You damned Demon God bastard!

‘Gasp!’

Raon covered his mouth with his hand in exaggerated shock.

‘Th-that’s blasphemy against the Demon God, isn’t it? You’ll be struck by heavenly puni—’

Shut up, he’s pissed!

 

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