The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1170

 Chapter 1170

 

Kuuuuung!

The long neck of Ignis Cierfang, now without its head, bent into a sickle-like curve and fell to the ground. Fortunately, perhaps because the neck was lighter than the head, the floor of the nest did not collapse further.

Srrrreeng!

Raon silently slid Heavenly Drive he had drawn back into its scabbard and looked at the lifeless corpse of Ignis Cierfang, whose vitality was draining away.

'So this is my full power.’

I had wanted to test my grown might, so the moment Ignis Cierfang tried to pour out his breath of fire, I swung Heavenly Drive with all my strength.

Because my power far exceeded imagination, Ignis Cierfang did not even realize what had happened to him and died with his neck cleanly severed.

In the eyes of Ignis Cierfang as he fell into the lava were shock, anger, and a deep terror. It meant that only after dying did he realize his neck had been cut off.

‘Even if Ignis Cierfang had tried to block the sword, his neck would have split anyway.’

Now I could feel it with certainty. Even if Ignis Cierfang were to unleash his breath of fire and pour out high-level spells one after another, the result, that he would die in a single sword strike, would not change.

To possess the power to kill in one strike the leader of the Red Dragon tribe, known as the most violent among the dragons, a race called the strongest on land. Only now did I feel that I had truly reached the realm of Transcendence.

‘How was it?’

Raon smiled faintly and turned to Wrath.

‘Just like you said, it seems I’ve grown a bit, right?’

You little bastard….

Wrath ground his lips together as if he were dumbfounded.

How could you just blow away the lizard’s head like that!

He shouted as if demanding an explanation.

The head meat is one of the tastiest parts! Why did you throw it away!

Wrath ground his teeth, seemingly angry not about Raon’s might, but about losing a fresh dragon’s head.

“……”

Raon sighed as he looked at Wrath.

‘That glutton really never changes.’

He shook his head, muttering that unlike himself, who was changing little by little, Wrath had not changed at all.

The King of Essence is already complete!

Wrath snorted as he looked down at him.

Unlike you, still immature, there is no need for him to change!

He waved his hand as if telling Raon not to compare them.

Well, still….

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he looked at the corpse of Ignis Cierfang, the Red tribe’s leader whose neck had been cleanly severed.

It wasn’t bad. It was a sword that clearly showed growth.

He nodded, saying that although losing Ignis Cierfang’s head was annoying, the swordsmanship was impressive enough to make him forget about it for a moment.

‘That’s the highest praise.’

Raon let out a short whistle.

‘It means my swordsmanship caught your eye before roasted lizard.’

Wrath, befitting a Demon King, rarely reacted with surprise or confusion and focused solely on his greatest interest, his appetite. For someone like him to notice my sword before a dragon’s corpse meant that I had grown that much.

Hmph! Your sword is still nothing special, so polish it more!

Wrath frowned as if telling him not to get arrogant.

You still can’t even reach the King of Essence’s knees!

‘Of course.’

Raon smacked his lips as he placed a hand on Heavenly Drive.

‘My desire for growth won’t lose to Greed’s, so don’t worry.’

The King of Essence is the same.

Wrath clenched his fist tightly, as if he too had a powerful desire.

Specifically, appetite! Roast that lizard’s corpse right now! With lava and fire below, it’s perfect!

“……”

You’re supposed to be the Demon King of Wrath….

*   *   *

“What… is this…?”

Bartius swallowed dryly as he examined Ignis Cierfang’s corpse, whose soul seemed to have left it in an instant.

“What just happened….”

He hadn’t properly seen it or felt it. The moment he recognized that Raon Zieghart had raised his sword, Ignis Cierfang’s head was already split and falling.

‘I can’t believe it.’

Ignis Cierfang was not merely a tribe head, but the king of the Red tribe, famous for loving battle. He had fought countless strong swordsmen, building vast experience, and had even prepared to strike first, yet Bartius had never imagined his neck would be split by a single sword.

‘It is a might beyond understanding.’

Bartius let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Raon, who remained calm even after slaying the Red Dragon tribe leader.

‘Was Raon Zieghart really this strong?’

He had chosen Raon not simply for his might, but because he judged him trustworthy through the many incidents and events Raon had accumulated up to earning the nickname Sword Emperor. In fact, Raon had lived up to that expectation by trusting him today without demanding any price.

But the Raon Zieghart he saw now displayed power that far exceeded expectation and prediction. He had thought they would have to struggle fiercely to take down Ignis Cierfang, but never imagined Raon would deal with the Red tribe’s leader alone, and so quickly.

“Ha….”

Balasiur let out a hollow laugh as if he were at a loss for words.

“Were you always this strong?”

He blinked repeatedly, as if he had expected the result but had never even considered such a process.

“You weren’t at this level when we fought before! Were you holding back? Or did you get stronger in the meantime?”

Balasiur’s fingertips trembled as he said it was astonishing might, power that even made the battle-loving Red tribe feel fear.

“While you were searching for the Lord’s location, there was a bit of a fortuitous encounter. No, rather than a fortuitous encounter, it was something I realized through life itself.”

Raon nodded as he looked at Balasiur.

“And yes, I was holding back back then.”

He smiled as if to say that in the end, both were correct.

“It’s only been two months.”

Bartius furrowed his brow, folding his fingers.

“Humans don’t usually grow stronger that fast, do they?”

He shook his head, saying Raon was very different from the humans he knew.

“Raon isn’t an ordinary human.”

Evelyn leaned close to Raon’s shoulder and smiled softly.

“He changes every moment. You’d better take a good look now.”

She wore a relaxed smile, as if she had predicted Raon would easily kill Ignis Cierfang.

“W-wow, I-I lived….”

Dorian finally seemed to come to his senses, slumping to the ground and letting out a long, hot sigh.

“I really thought I was going to die earlier… Aaaagh!”

He jumped to his feet as his pants caught fire from the heated ground.

“To kill the Red tribe’s head in a single sword strike….”

Even though he knew Raon’s strength, Burren roughly ran a hand through his neatly arranged hair in disbelief.

“I don’t know how far that guy will go. Does he really intend to kill the Lord alone?”

At first, he had thought they would need the help of other dragons, but now it seemed possible that Raon could defeat the Lord by himself.

“Impressive!”

Martha clapped her hands, sounding as if she were simply in awe.

“This is it! A swordsman should always speak with a single sword!”

She nodded vigorously, clearly satisfied with Raon’s sword that cut off the opponent’s breath in one strike.

“Hmm….”

Bartius lightly slapped his own cheek to pull himself together.

Wooooong!

Blue light flashed as three dragons appeared behind them in human form. They were the Blue Dragon Sirtiren, the White Dragon Bursiarabi, and the Black Dragon Dariauran, who had been maintaining the barrier outside.

“I felt Ignis Cierfang’s presence disappear all at once and thought something had gone wrong, but….”

Sirtiren gaped as she looked at Ignis Cierfang’s corpse.

“He’s dead? Already?”

She turned to Bartius as if asking what had happened.

"It was swordsmanship. And he killed him in one strike….”

“Crazy. It's shockingly beautiful.”

Dariauran and Bursiarabi swallowed dryly, as if they could feel Raon’s swordsmanship through Ignis Cierfang’s corpse.

“Bartius.”

Raon called to Bartius with calm eyes, as if he had just had a cup of tea.

“Start now.”

He tilted his chin, signaling him to extract the key that could reach the Dragon Lord.

“I understand.”

Bartius nodded and clasped his hands together. As he chanted a mysterious spell through dragon word, a transparent key glowing in gold rose from within Ignis Cierfang’s dead body.

Taak!

Bartius grasped the key in his hand and nodded.

“This is the first key to the lock that opens the lord’s dimension. Two remain.”

He said that once the remaining two ancient dragons were taken down, they could go to the dimension where the lord was hiding, and stored the golden key within his own soul.

“Then let’s move on next.”

Raon was about to suggest moving immediately, but he noticed Balasiur standing stiffly. Balasiur was quietly watching Ignis Cierfang’s body as it grew cold. Judging from his reactions so far and the earlier conversation, they seemed to have been closer than expected.

“Should we leave the body behind?”

Raon lowered his hand, saying he would do as Balasiur wished.

W-what are you saying?!

Wrath glared at him as if he were insane.

Why leave that meat! We must roast and eat it right now!

He grabbed Raon’s collar, telling him not to spout nonsense.

“Sir Raon, what are you saying! That dragon’s corpse has astronomical value!”

Dorian’s eyes widened in excitement, though for a different reason than Wrath’s.

“If you want, I’ll leave the body.”

Ignoring Wrath and Dorian, Raon extended his hand to Balasiur.

“You may do as you please.”

In the past, he would have taken the corpse regardless of Balasiur’s reaction, but now that he had come to understand human relationships and affection, he wanted to consider his companion Balasiur’s feelings first.

“No. Take it.”

Balasiur shook his head as if it was fine.

“If we leave it as it is, it will return to nature anyway. It will be more helpful if you take it and make use of it.”

He spoke like a true mediator, saying it was nothing more than a corpse now.

Ooooooh!

“Wooooah!”

Wrath shouted in excitement, and Dorian immediately ran to the corpse and shoved Ignis Cierfang’s body into his belly pocket.

“Huh?”

“Th-that all fits in there?”

“What kind of magic is that? I want to study it.”

Even the dragons’ eyes widened in surprise at the belly pocket’s astounding compression capacity.

‘If this matter ends properly, the dragons will change a lot too.’

Raon formed a faint smile as he looked at Balasiur, who maintained calm rationality even in the face of a close kinsman’s death.

‘Not dragons mocked as lizards, but the old dragons who suited the title of mediators.’

*   *   *

“Preparations are complete.”

After stabilizing the golden key, Bartius stepped in front of Raon.

“Are you sure it’s fine to go right away?”

He tilted his chin, saying there was time to spare and they could leave tomorrow if needed.

“It’s fine. Even if we fight the lord right now, there won’t be a problem.”

Raon smiled, telling him not to worry and to depart.

“I wouldn't have believed those words before, but now I trust them.”

Bartius smiled faintly, saying that since he had seen Raon’s might firsthand, he had nothing to say.

“Then we depart immediately.”

As he interlaced his fingers and chanted in dragon word, a golden dimensional gate opened before their eyes.

“Go in.”

“Alright.”

Raon calmly nodded and stepped into the second dimensional gate Bartius had opened.

Wooooong!

This time, the moment they entered the gate, a cool breeze blew past them.

When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw an endless sea and a small island floating at its center. The first place had been a volcano seething with flames, but the second was its opposite, a vast ocean shimmering in emerald hues.

“This is the nest of Azgoros, the leader of the Blue tribe.”

Bartius slightly lifted his shoulders, as if asking whether they could see the nest of Azgoros, leader of the Blue tribe.

“Uh, I don’t see it?”

Dorian blinked, completely confused.

“A nest? That island is too small.”

Martha narrowed her eyes as she looked at the island in the middle of the sea.

“The sea. I’ve heard that the Blue tribe often builds their nests underwater.”

Burren nodded, saying the nest must be beneath the sea.

“That’s right!”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren nodded as she looked at Burren.

“The Blue tribe’s nests are underwater, so infiltration isn’t easy. And on top of that….”

She smiled lightly as she looked down beneath the sea.

“Azgoros is an extremely cautious dragon, so he guards the area around his nest with countless ocean monsters. He’s even trained them to attack everyone except himself.”

Sirtiren smacked her lips, saying there was no way to slip quietly into Azgoros’s nest.

“And also….”

She was about to continue her explanation when—

“There are other Blue Dragons too.”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he examined the depths of the sea.

“You sensed that? Even I wouldn’t have known if I hadn't known beforehand.”

Sirtiren let out a hollow laugh in disbelief.

“My intuition’s in a pretty good state right now.”

Raon shrugged, saying it was just a feeling.

“If you get feelings like that twice, you’ll grasp all the secrets of the world.”

Sirtiren blinked, then turned her hand.

“Anyway, what you said is right. To protect himself, Azgoros recently gathered the adult Blue Dragons and stationed them around the area. They’re fairly strong, so sneaking in without a trace is impossible.”

She frowned, saying that while they could stop Azgoros from fleeing or contacting the outside, a war would break out inside.

“Sounds good.”

Even after hearing Sirtiren’s explanation, Raon nodded as if he liked the situation.

“The dragons down there….”

Raon pointed beneath the sea and drew a deep smile.

“You take them down. If you can’t, think of it as death.”

He tilted his chin as he gave Burren, Martha, and Dorian the order to hunt the dragons.

“W-what…?”

Dorian’s mouth fell open as he looked at Raon’s eerie smile.

“Not ‘think of it as death’, we’ll really die! It’s all ocean down there!”

 

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