The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1129

 Chapter 1129

 

Fwoooosh!

The body of the archangel Ramiel, who had lost his head and heart, slowly tilted. As though he had lost all his divine power and vitality, he couldn’t even stay afloat in the air and began to fall.

Kuuuung!

Ramiel’s body crashed into the shattered ground and was engulfed in the flames of the bright yellow lightning he had created himself.

“Haa…”

Raon planted both Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword into the ground and bent his back, gazing at Ramiel’s burning corpse.

‘I’m on the verge of dying too.’

After pushing the Ring of Fire to its extreme and consecutively unleashing the Divine and Demonic Harmony and Genesis, it felt as if my head would shatter into pieces.

Even my mental world seemed to have reached its limit, no longer showing clear images, it was hazy, as if shrouded in fog.

With both my body and mind in poor condition, I might be able to handle a mediocre warrior, but defeating a Transcender again would be nearly impossible.

‘Still, a win is a win.’

There was no longer any trace of that immense divine power from Ramiel. It seemed that destroying both his heart and head at once truly had been the only way to kill him.

Heuh…

Wrath exhaled as if in disbelief.

You really took down Ramiel?

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he muttered, unable to believe the result.

Even weakened as he was, to think you’d slice through even that final Heavenly Lightning Colossus.… Even the King of Essence has never seen a human take down an archangel so easily!

Even after witnessing it himself, Wrath opened and closed his mouth like a stunned fish.

‘If I’d fought purely by strength like you said, I would’ve lost for sure.’

Raon smiled faintly, amused by Wrath’s bewilderment.

‘But Ramiel was too obsessed with lightning. He poured the flow of lightning into every technique he used to attack, that was his downfall.’

To ordinary warriors, lightning energy is a power akin to a natural counter. It’s destructive, fast, and can even paralyze muscles, making it an extremely troublesome attribute to face.

But I had learned the highest-level martial art of controlling lightning, Heavenly Lightning Cultivation from Glenn, and had even managed to contain lightning energy within my own body. Because of that, I could perceive not only the lightning Ramiel unleashed, but also the full flow of his techniques.

‘It’s thanks to his overconfidence in his own power that I was able to win.’

Had Ramiel used other martial arts, I might have found him far more troublesome to deal with. But because the archangel relied solely on lightning and thunder arts, trusting his lightning absolutely, I managed to overcome him.

‘Wrath.’

Raon gestured toward Wrath, who was still in disbelief.

‘It’s over now, right?’

Hmm….

Wrath stroked his chin as he looked at Ramiel’s corpse, charred by lightning.

It seems to be over for now, but…

‘But?’

He can’t help feeling uneasy. Knowing how tenacious those archangels are.

He clicked his tongue, saying Ramiel’s breathing had indeed stopped, but something about it still made him uneasy.

‘Yeah?’

Raon let out a sigh and raised his fingertips. Wooden Ring Sword floated into the air.

Paaang!

Though it was neither as fast nor as powerful as before, it flew wrapped in thick murderous intent and pierced through Ramiel’s body once more.

Thuck.

Raon sliced even deeper into the divine power that remained in Ramiel’s corpse before retrieving Wooden Ring Sword.

‘Now he’s truly dead.’

Completely drained of strength, stamina, and focus, I wanted to collapse right then and there. But there were still things I needed to confirm.

‘Phew.’

Lifting his heavy legs, Raon turned around.

“Ra–Raon…”

“What on earth have you been through?”

“Are you truly Sir Raon?”

Rector, Lawrence, and Mustan stared at him without blinking an eye.

The three couldn’t close their gaping mouths, utterly unable to believe what they had just witnessed.

“I was just lucky.”

Raon gave a faint smile and shook his head.

“If it had been another archangel, I would’ve been the one to die.”

I wasn’t being humble. If it had been an archangel like Uriel instead of Ramiel, not only me but also Rector, Mustan, and Lawrence would already be dead.

No, if I had arrived any later, their corpses might have been all that remained.

“Besides, grandfather had already brought Ramiel close to death.”

Raon nodded calmly, saying that it was thanks to Rector as well.

“I was defeated before I could even use much of my strength.”

Rector said weakly, waving his left hand.

“You did it all.”

He smiled, as if telling Raon not to try to give the credit back to him.

“Well, we can talk about that later. First, we need to treat the wounds….”

Raon tried to draw out the Divinity Blooming from the Underworld but felt his fingers tremble.

‘There’s nothing left.’

Because I had already exhausted all the Divinity Blooming from the Underworld to heal Rector, I could no longer treat the other three immediately.

“I’ll at least take out some medicine.”

With trembling hands, Raon pulled out his subspace pocket. He took out every elixir and healing medicine he carried for emergencies and placed them in front of Rector.

“Ugh…”

He tried to pour some holy water on Rector’s wounds, but his grip was so weak that the bottle slipped and fell to the ground.

“I’ll do it. You sit down and rest… huh?”

Rector tried to lift the holy water himself, but he, too, had no strength left to move his arm properly.

“Ugh…”

“I can’t move either.”

Mustan and Lawrence, whose might was comparatively weaker, so they couldn't even move their fingers, they only sent Raon an apologetic look with their eyes.

“I’ll handle it somehow.”

Raon gave a faint laugh and reached again for the holy water and medicine—

“Raon!”

A blue light shimmered in the air, and Evelyn burst out from it. It seemed she had finally completed her magic circle and followed him here.

“Hey! You could’ve brought us along properly!”

“I… I’m gonna die…”

Right after her, Martha and Dorian fell to the ground. Their clothes and hair were in tatters, as if they had barely managed to cling to Evelyn’s unstable magic circle.

“Are you alright? What’s the situation?”

Evelyn, unlike her usual self, didn’t even think about teasing him. She ran straight up to him, eyes reddened, gripping his shoulders tightly.

Her trembling fingers showed she was genuinely worried.

“I’m fine.”

Raon gave a faint smile, feeling the tremor in her grip.

“It’s all over.”

He pointed toward the body of the archangel Ramiel, who had lost both his head and heart.

“T-that’s really an archangel?”

Dorian swallowed dryly as he stared at Ramiel’s corpse.

“A being higher than the heads of the Five Kings and Three Demons died like that?”

Martha exhaled in disbelief, as if all their effort to rush here had been for nothing.

“I didn’t take him down alone.”

Raon shook his head with a small smile.

“If my grandfather hadn’t halved his strength first, I never would’ve won.”

He nodded again, saying it was thanks to Rector that he managed to defeat the archangel.

“Evelyn, treat my grandfather and the others.”

Raon motioned toward Rector behind him.

“Grandfather!”

Evelyn confirmed that he himself had no particular injuries and then ran straight to Rector.

“Are you alright? Oh my, grandfather, your arm!”

Evelyn didn't care whether Rector was waving his hand or not, and shoved the elixir she was holding in her hand into his mouth.

“Wa, wait... Keoheob!”

Ignoring Rector’s attempt to wave her off, Evelyn shoved the potion straight into his mouth.

“Don’t worry too much. That weird artisan who’s usually useless is good at making one thing, prosthetic arms.”

She smiled, seemingly thinking of Encia, then raised her hand again.

“Still, it'll be necessary to clean the wound. If left like this, there's a risk of infection.”

Evelyn gently placed her hand over Rector’s wounds.

“It’ll hurt a little, but bear with it.”

“No—wait… Gyaaah!”

Rector couldn’t finish his sentence again and screamed. Thick veins of blood stood out over his eyes.

“Ugh…”

Raon trembled at the jaw as he watched.

“Hrrngh…”

Rector groaned and sent him a pleading look, but since nothing Evelyn said or did was actually wrong, Raon could only stay silent.

“Guaaah!”

He rolled on the floor, screaming in a way he hadn’t even when his arm was cut off.

“Phew, that’s done now.”

But Evelyn didn’t release him until she had thoroughly removed the divine power and malice remaining in Rector’s arm.

“Ugh…”

Rector collapsed backward, eyes rolled up, foam at his mouth as if he had truly passed out.

“Alright then, who’s next?”

Evelyn smiled faintly and approached Mustan and Lawrence.

“Ugh!”

“I-I’m fine! Really, I’m completely healed!”

Mustan and Lawrence looked like they wanted to run, but were too exhausted to move a finger and only waved their hands weakly.

“You’ll need to fight for Raon someday, so I should heal you properly.”

Evelyn ignored their protests and approached, beginning their treatment.

“Aaaargh!”

“Giiiiiyaaah!”

Mustan and Lawrence rolled on the ground, each screaming in agony. Though Raon didn’t know the exact reason, it seemed that having divine power extracted caused unbearable pain.

“Haa…”

Raon let out the sigh he had been holding and sank to the ground. With Evelyn here treating them, his tension finally eased and he felt some relief.

“An archangel, huh…”

Martha breathed out as she looked at Ramiel’s corpse.

“I still can’t believe it, even after seeing it myself. You’re saying we’ll have to fight things like that from now on?”

She shook her head slowly, still unable to accept the idea of waging war against the celestials.

“When you think about it, this is a really huge deal, isn’t it?”

Dorian stomped his foot as if the realization had just hit him.

“You just killed one of the archangels! One of the highest among the enemy ranks is dead, doesn’t that make the war tilt in our favor?”

He raised both hands, saying that the Five Kings’ side must now have a major advantage in the coming war.

“It’s not that simple. A bastard like Derus wouldn’t even start a war unless he’s sure the odds are in his favor…”

Raon was shaking his head and about to respond when—

“That’s right. The Five Kings have gained quite an advantage.”

A white door appeared in the air, carried by a calm, composed voice.

Creeeeeak!

With an ear-piercing shriek, the white door opened, and a silver-haired man in a blue coat stepped out, hands clasped behind his back.

Derus Robert — the peerless swordsman once called the future of the Six Kings — wore a chilling smile Raon had never seen before.

“Derus Robert…”

Raon looked at Derus and clenched his teeth. Seeing that damned man, anger welled up, and it felt like his sunken stamina and mental strength were naturally recovering.

“If it were the archangel Ramiel, I thought he could at least kill the master of the Holy Sword Alliance, and even take down you who followed afterward. I didn’t expect things to end up like this.”

Derus said he hadn’t anticipated Ramiel’s death, lowering and then lifting his eyes. Yet despite his words, he didn’t look surprised at all.

‘Dangerous…’

Raon bit his lip as he stared at Derus’ calm eyes.

‘I can’t read his emotions.’

Even though the archangel Ramiel had died, there was no anger, no fury, not even a hint of malice directed at me. He seemed like a completely different person from the Derus I had once known.

‘What is he thinking?’

I had always believed no one in the world understood Derus Robert better than I did, that I could predict his every move. But now, facing that unreadable gaze and behavior, chills ran down my spine.

“You didn’t defeat Ramiel alone, but you’ve grown faster than I expected. Congratulations, Raon.”

As Derus Robert said "Raon," not "Raon Zieghart," and clapped his hands lightly, a blue-tinged killing intent soared up from behind his back like wings.

“Ugh…”

Raon drew a deep breath at that immense energy wave. Even if his body were in normal condition, the intense killing intent was nearly unbearable, his fingers could barely move.

“Wh-what’s happening…?”

“Raon! Are you okay?”

Dorian and Martha looked at him blankly, seemingly unaware of anything. Seeing that the killing intent was directed solely at him in this vast space, Raon understood instantly.

‘That man…’

Raon looked up at Derus and bit his trembling lip.

‘He’s mastered the Heart Sword.’

It was certain that Derus Robert had absorbed the energy of the former Holy Sword Alliance’s master Darkan and entered the realm of the Heart Sword.

“Damn it…”

Raon clenched his teeth and forced himself to stand. Even if he couldn’t win, he didn’t want to crouch down in front of Derus.

“I suppose it’s only right to offer revenge on behalf of Ramiel, who has returned to the heavens.”

As Derus Robert extended his open hand straight toward Raon—

“Over my dead body!”

Rector stepped in front of Raon, gripping his sword with his remaining left arm. The old swordsman’s eyes, burning with conviction, shone even brighter than the light radiating from Derus.

“No one goes past me until they cut my throat!”

 

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