The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1065

 Chapter 1065

 

“Th-the Blade of Requiem?”

Martha widened her eyes as she looked at the Blade of Requiem wrapped in crimson currents.

‘It’s Raon….’

That is Raon’s Hearth Sword in the form of the Blade of Requiem. It seemed Raon was trying to keep, to the very end, his promise to kill the White Blood Religion’s leader and save mom.

Even though my life was in danger, just the thought that Raon was by my side brought me peace of mind.

“Let’s do this.”

Martha bit her lip and reignited her fighting spirit.

“Huh….”

Denier exhaled as though he had never expected Raon’s Heart Sword to soar across dimensions into the sword field.

“This mere sword!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader, as if it were insolent, struck down the Blade of Requiem with her hand blazing with bloody energy.

Wooooooong!

The Blade of Requiem evaded the White Blood Religion’s leader’s palm strike as if it had eyes of its own.

“Hmph!”

Just as the White Blood Religion’s leader snorted and clenched her bloody-energy-infused fist—

Chwaaaak!

The Blade of Requiem, which had been waiting for an opening, charged in like lightning and split open the back of her hand.

Jijijijik!

Her hand tore open long, and a massive amount of her soul scattered away.

Wooooong!

As though unwilling to be satisfied with just one wound, the Blade of Requiem burned with crimson currents and aimed for her neck.

“Khk!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader retreated with an irritated groan. It seemed she had lost far more of her soul than from the previous time she was struck.

“Haa!”

Martha seized the chance as the White Blood Religion’s leader pulled back and swiftly rose to her feet.

“Ugh….”

Denier, seemingly of the same mind, exhaled deeply and also rose from the sea of blood.

“A Heart Sword, is it.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader frowned as she looked at the wound on the back of her hand that would not heal easily.

“For someone not even thirty to use a Heart Sword, how absurd.”

She bared her white teeth as she gazed at the quietly vibrating Blade of Requiem.

“I can only think that the heavens made a stupid mistake.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader clicked her tongue, as if Raon’s talent was more astonishing than her own ability to switch bodies and grow her strength and souls.

Paaaaaaang!

As if to continue the momentum it had seized, the Blade of Requiem became a streak of light and shot toward her heart.

Wooooong!

The White Blood Religion’s leader, toward Raon’s Heart Sword that was aiming for her heart, thrust out a fist condensed with the sorcery of soul and blood.

Kuwaaaaang!

Her soul-infused fist and Raon’s Heart Sword collided, scattering streams of white currents like fog across the sea of blood.

Both Raon and the White Blood Religion’s leader lost soul in that clash.

“Mm….”

However, it seemed the White Blood Religion’s leader’s damage was greater, as her complexion hardened, growing even paler.

Wooooong!

The Blade of Requiem, as though it was still far from done, twisted its direction and drove its blade toward her waist.

Paaang!

The White Blood Religion’s leader floated her soul in her palm and deflected the fiercely descending Blade of Requiem.

Puuuung!

Its trajectory bent, the Blade of Requiem plunged not into her, but into the sea of blood.

“No way….”

The White Blood Religion’s leader narrowed her eyes at how easily the Blade of Requiem had been repelled.

Wooooong!

As if it had taken no damage, the Blade of Requiem immediately rose back up and flew at the leader once more.

Tuuung!

The White Blood Religion’s leader leapt back and hid behind the soul of Martha's mother.

Jijijijik!

The Blade of Requiem, which had been pursuing her, suddenly slowed down sharply in front of Martha’s mother.

“As I thought!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader split her lips wide as she struck the slowed Blade of Requiem.

Puuuk!

The Blade of Requiem was struck by her fist and sent crashing again into the sea.

“Ahahahaha!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader burst into wild laughter as she looked at the Blade of Requiem, blood dripping from it.

“Why, why are you laughing?”

Martha frowned at her.

“Because I have one more thing to eat.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader smirked as she casually deflected the Blade of Requiem slashing from the left.

“More things to eat? Don't tell me that Heart Sword….”

Martha’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

“Indeed, the Heart Sword is a threatening martial art. It can completely kill me.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader nodded, admitting that she could not withstand Raon’s sword head-on.

“But that Heart Sword is different. To enter your sword field, it had to pierce through a dimension, so it has already consumed a lot of power.”

She tilted her chin, saying that because it had not passed through a human body but pierced through a dimension, the Heart Sword could not display its original power.

“And as you said, this sword field is a place only for you and me. Forcing its way in, it’s natural it cannot use its full strength, just like that bastard.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader looked down at Denier, who was gasping for breath, and let out a sneer. Just as she said, Denier, entangled between his own soul and the White Blood Religion’s leader’s soul, had inevitably come in together and was unable to use the power his original soul possessed.

“Don’t laugh!”

Martha shouted in fury at her for mocking Denier.

“Actually, there is one more reason why Raon Zieghart's Heart Sword cannot move properly.”

She flicked aside the slowed Blade of Requiem and shifted her gaze to Martha’s mother.

“Inside this sword field, four souls are entangled together. Among the souls attached from another dimension, erasing only my soul would be impossible even for Glenn Zieghart.”

She chuckled, saying Raon’s Heart Sword was slowing because it was protecting their souls.

“What a pity. Because your mental pillar will instead turn into a hindrance, you bitch.”

She bared her fangs, saying she would devour Raon’s Heart Sword as well.

“No. Just its existence alone is already a great help.”

Martha shook her head and raised her sword.

“In the end, we will win!”

Following the fierce sword cry of the Blade of Requiem, she charged at the White Blood Religion’s leader.

“I will stand at the front!”

Denier once again stepped forward first, as though to protect Martha.

The two of them, a single demon, and one dagger clashed within the world of souls, and the sea of blood surged up to the sky.

*   *   *

Jjeooong!

Raon knocked aside the massive greatsword of Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish and bit his lip.

‘Feels like my head will split.’

Just sending the Heart Sword inside the gate of hell while blocking  the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish, which sought to kill Martha and Denier, made my mind feel like it would collapse.

But moving the Heart Sword to target only the White Blood Religion’s leader among the four souls bound closely together inside the sword domain pressed even more heavily on my head. It truly felt like it was about to burst apart.

Th-this is something even the King of Essence could not do….

Wrath groaned with a thick voice as he looked at the trembling gate of hell.

Just thinking about it makes me sick.

Wrath shook his head side to side, saying that while he might kill the White Blood Religion’s leader, he couldn’t do it the way Raon had.

‘…….’

I saved even my strength to answer Wrath, pushing back the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish and focusing on the Heart Sword. But the White Blood Religion’s leader slipped away again and again, using the others’ souls as her shield.

I wanted to open the gate of hell and grab her by the hair and slam her into the ground.

‘Damn it….’

If either my body or my mind had remained intact, I could have somehow brought this to an end, but I regretted deeply that my body had been ruined from using too much power.

Huuuuuuk!

Raon blew away the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish’s five weapons with the Golden Void Infusion and turned his head back.

‘Is there anyone who could help….’

Larian, Lecross, and Chamber were in such a critical state that they had to think about death rather than help. Evelyn had fainted and could not use magic, and Balder could not even move, holding the hole in his abdomen.

‘…No one.’

In the end, it seemed I could only win with my own strength.

‘Even if I use the Dancing Sword.’

He tried to wield the Dancing Sword with the Wooden Ring Sword lying on the ground, but his mental strength had reached its limit, and the sword would not even lift.

Kugugugugugu!

The Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish, as though it would obey the White Blood Religion’s leader until its body disappeared, brought down its widely spread palm along with dozens of weapons.

Kuuuuung!

Raon raised Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem diagonally and blocked the successive assaults of  the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish as they fell.

“Khgh….”

Blood gushed from my mouth, and extreme pain surged from bone and muscle. Both body and mind had reached their limits.

‘Still, I have to endure….’

If I were pushed back, Denier and Martha’s bodies would be smashed to pieces without a trace. I had to endure, no matter what, until the gate of hell opened.

Jijijijik!

Raon clenched his teeth until blood flowed as he endured the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish’s attacks.

Chyaaaang!

At that moment, swords rose at his sides and began pushing back the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish’s weapons.

“Forgive us for being late.”

Burren came to his right side and bowed his head. Even while blood seeped from his mouth, he pushed away the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish’s longsword.

“It’s still far from over….”

Runaan froze the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish’s axe pure white and shattered it. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at Martha, held in the White Blood Religion’s leader’s grasp.

“The day has come when I get to help our palace master?”

Krein grinned as he deflected a massive spear.

“P-please, something weak, please something weak!”

Dorian prayed for the lightest dagger, but what fell upon him was the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish’s palm.

“Uwaaaaaaah!”

But even as he screamed, he did not dodge and received the palm strike head-on.

“Focus on the Heart Sword.”

Mark Goetten helped strike away the palm that fell on Dorian and bowed his head to Raon.

“How did you all….”

The Light Wind Palace swordsmen had been exposed to the bloody energy of the White Blood Religion’s leader and Denier, exhausting all their aura and collapsing, yet now they were on their feet. I couldn’t understand how.

“I don’t know. My aura suddenly refilled.”

“Same here! It surged up as though I had taken an elixir and cultivated!”

The swordsmen nodded at me, saying that pure mana had surged in from somewhere.

‘Who.’

Raon furrowed his brows and looked around, but felt no presence.

“Palace master! That’s not what’s important right now!”

“Leave this to us and focus on the battle!”

“We’ll hold off that monster somehow!”

“Compared to your training, this is nothing!”

The other Light Wind swordsmen fed medicine for internal injuries to the Five Kings’ Transcenders and tended to the other wounded as well.

Even though my subordinates had been weakened by the long war and were gravely injured by the White Blood Religion’s leader and Denier, not a single one failed to fulfill their role.

In this situation as hard as a lamp before the wind, memories of the time spent with them surfaced, and a smile came naturally.

“Thank you.”

Raon gave his thanks to the Light Wind swordsmen and closed his eyes.

Goooooh!

Using his Heart Sword, he searched the inside of the gate of hell, but in the meantime the situation was worsening.

‘Is the White Blood Religion’s leader absorbing Martha and Denier’s souls in there?’

Though I had inflicted great damage on her several times, her soul seemed no different from the beginning.

It seemed she was holding out by absorbing Martha and Denier’s souls within the sword field.

‘I have to kill her as quickly as possible.’

Raon targeted her with his Heart Sword forged together with the Blade of Requiem, but she slipped away, hiding behind the souls of Martha and Denier, mocking him.

‘Damn it!’

The Light Wind swordsmen were holding back the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish, but too much time had already passed. Now, even just maintaining the Heart Sword was overwhelming.

The Blade of Requiem was helping me somehow, but I could feel that my mental strength was running out.

Wooooooong!

The Blade of Requiem shook with a fierce vibration, enough to make my hand tremble, as though saying it must continue no matter what.

‘If we keep fighting like this, you might disappear!’

Raon bit his lip as he saw the small crack forming on the sword’s blade.

Woooooong!

Even knowing its condition, the Blade of Requiem let out the most majestic sword cry yet, as though declaring it must fight. I could feel the will that it had lived until now for the sake of this very day.

Hwaaaaaah!

From the cracked blade of the Blade of Requiem, a green wind flowed out and wrapped around Raon’s hand.

As he accepted the cool yet gentle wind, the dizziness from exhaustion cleared a little, and his mind felt refreshed.

“If that is your will, then I will follow.”

Gripping the increasingly cracked Blade of Requiem in reverse, he stepped toward the gate of hell.

“Even if today becomes our last battle together!”

Raon unleashed the level of his soul to its limit and thrust the red-blazing Blade of Requiem into the crack of the gate of hell.

Kwaduduk!

*   *   *

“Keuhk!”

Martha spewed out white currents and fell to her knees in the sea of blood.

“D-damn it….”

Denier, having lost all strength to fight, let out only thin breaths, and Raon’s Heart Sword, though it had succeeded in several strikes, now slowed markedly as if drained of power.

“You spoke so proudly, but in the end, this is as far as you go.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader curled her red lips as though she had expected this.

“It’s not over yet!”

Martha ground her teeth as she looked at the White Blood Religion’s leader’s face. She wanted to tear that arrogant face apart right then and there, but despair weighed on her at having no strength to do it.

“From the very beginning, the world has always been survival of the fittest.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader smiled thinly and lifted her chin.

“The weak can only be devoured by the strong.”

She smacked her lips slowly, as if she would carry out those very words.

“I’d rather die than let the likes of you eat me!”

Martha raised her sword, determined to fight to the end.

“As vicious as your mother.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader snorted as she glanced at her mother lying behind her.

“But in the end, you too will wag your tail before me.”

She reached out her hand, saying she would train her properly.

“Hhh….”

As Martha tried to swing her sword with a hand drained of all strength, Raon’s Heart Sword crept forward, slow as a grub.

“Ahahahahaha!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader burst into laughter at the sight.

“That thing a Hearth Sword? It couldn’t even cut down a mangy colt!”

It was when she, letting out a sneer, was about to flick the Hearth Sword that had come before her eyes with her finger.

Puuuuuk!

Raon’s Heart Sword spewed an intense light and embedded itself in the White   Blood Religion’s leader’s chest. It was a speed she could not have reacted to, even if she hadn't been off guard.

“Kheuk….”

Her body staggered heavily. It seemed she could not steady herself after being struck while in a state of carelessness.

“T-this much is not enough to kill me!”

She twisted her lips and yanked the Heart Sword from her chest with both hands, throwing it away.

Kyaaaaaaang!

The moment Raon’s Heart Sword floated up into the air, the crimson blade shattered into thousands of fragments, and from within them, blazing red vengeful spirits poured out.

Kuwaaaaaaa!

The spirits that had grown stronger by devouring bloody energy, became a natural disaster like a tidal wave and a storm that no human could resist, and wrapped around the White Blood Religion’s leader.

Uwooooooooooo!

The spirits, who had had their lives cut short, their families taken from them, and even the villages they had protected their whole lives destroyed, sank their crimson fangs into the White Blood Religion’s leader, as though to repay every agony they had suffered.

“Kraaaaaak! These damn things!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader shrieked as she unleashed bloody energy, but the spirits, as though it mattered not even if they perished, pushed forward with their very souls and tore hers apart.

“Kkyaaaaaaaaah!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader let out a grotesque scream unlike anything ever heard before, as though consumed by unbearable agony.

“This is….”

As Martha trembled, watching the spirits devour the White Blood Religion’s leader’s soul, a clear breeze blew from behind her.

“You’re not going?”

A voice heavy and serious, yet carrying the mischief of a child. A voice she had not heard for so long, yet could never forget.

“N-no way….”

When Martha turned her trembling gaze, an elf with disheveled long red hair smiled and waved his hand.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

The Sword of Light Rimmer. The great swordsman who had given everything for his students and died, had returned.

 

 

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