The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1178

 Chapter 1178

 

“Uh…?”

Raon abruptly came to a halt just as he was about to slice the end of the Dragon Lord’s neck, where the Dragon Heart was hidden, with the Divine Sword.

‘What is this?’

My hand won’t move.

The fingertips of his right hand, which had been swinging the Divine Sword to cut the Dragon Lord’s neck, suddenly stiffened. The rigidity spread past his wrist and arm, and in an instant, his entire upper body began to harden.

‘Did the Dragon Lord do something to me?’

Raon bit down hard on his lip. He hadn’t noticed it because he was focused solely on attacking, but it seemed the Dragon Lord had launched a counterattack using some unusual magic.

‘Then I should pull back first and assess the situation—huh?’

He tried to step back using footwork to analyze the Dragon Lord’s magic, but his legs didn’t respond either. Upper body, lower body, his entire body had slipped beyond his control.

‘Did such magic exist in the world?’

It looked similar to petrification magic, but it was absolutely not that kind. Petrification magic would never work on me, so it was clearly a new type of magic I had never seen before.

‘As expected of the Dragon Lord.’

Raon ground his teeth as he looked up at the Dragon Lord, whose cold eyes gleamed.

‘He won’t die easily.’

I had thought I could end the fight by cloaking myself in the authority of the Demon Kings, but I hadn’t expected a counterattack like this. It didn’t seem like breaking the current situation would be easy.

‘Where should I even start…?’

Raon Zieghart!

Wrath flashed his blue eyes at him.

Wake up right n—

It seemed like he was trying to say something, but I couldn’t hear the words properly anymore. It felt as though even my hearing had been blocked.

‘Ah!’

Watching Wrath struggle, Raon felt all strength drain completely from his grip.

“The swords….”

The divine sword and the demonic sword, which he had been forcing himself to hold onto, slipped from his hands and began falling toward the bottom of the black dimension.

‘I have to make at least one last attack.’

He tried to lift even one of the two swords using the Dancing Sword to strike the Dragon Lord, but now even his head had stiffened, leaving him unable to move the blades. It felt as if his entire body had turned to stone.

Gooooooo!

Strangely, the Dragon Lord did not touch him in his defenseless state. He merely watched with cold eyes. It even felt as if the Dragon Lord himself was unable to move.

Haaaa….

Feeling the bizarre sensation of both body and soul freezing, Raon slowly sank into darkness.

Fwoooooosh!

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a desert sparkling in gold, like the scales of the Dragon Lord.

‘This is….’

It was a desert he had never seen before, a strange place where nothing existed except fine, gleaming golden sand.

‘Is this mental world? What a strange… huh?’

Raon frowned as he tried to lift his foot.

‘My foot won’t move.’

His foot was buried in the desert sand and wouldn’t budge.

‘No, it’s not that I can’t move it….’

I can’t feel it at all!

There was no sensation whatsoever from the foot buried in the sand. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t itch, it felt exactly as though my foot had never existed since birth.

‘Is it mental magic?’

My body wouldn’t be damaged just from being buried in sand, so it seemed I had fallen under the Dragon Lord’s mental magic, which led to my current state.

‘What kind of mental magic is this—huh?’

As Raon recalled the Dragon Lord’s gaze, he hurriedly lowered his eyes.

‘It’s not just my foot….’

The sensation in his legs is disappearing too.

As the sand that had covered only his feet rose above his ankles, the sensation below vanished as well. There was still no pain. It felt as though his feet and ankles had never existed in the first place.

‘What is this….’

Raon bit his lip as he watched the sand slowly rise.

‘The sensation keeps getting erased.’

The higher the sand climbed, the more the sensation in the parts of his body buried beneath it melted away.

‘Damn it!’

Frowning deeply, Raon lifted his thighs and waist to escape the sand.

Sssshhh!

But the surrounding sand collapsed with the movement and began burying his body even faster.

‘No. I thought wrong. It’s not the body….’

My soul is being erased.

This place right now was not reality, but a temporarily created mental world. And what was disappearing was not my body, but my soul.

‘Is such magic possible?’

Raon clenched his fist with a hand that felt as though it was gradually losing strength.

‘Erasing my soul without even a clash of souls should be impossible, even for the Dragon Lord… ah!’

As he thought about the Dragon Lord, the words the dragon had spoken at the very end surfaced faintly in his mind.

‘He told me to die while calling my name.’

Just before being torn apart by the divine sword and the demonic sword, the Dragon Lord had shouted my name and told me to die. At the time, I had thought it was nothing more than a desperate outburst, but now that I thought about it, it must have been…

‘…Dragon word…!’

Raon’s chin trembled as sweat trickled down.

‘He pronounced my death with dragon words…!’

Only now did he understand. The Dragon Lord had pronounced death upon him using dragon words. It was, quite literally, absolute authority magic.

‘Even so, dragon words aren’t omnipotent.’

Even for the Dragon Lord, dragon words were a special power that could not be used freely. And since I had already displayed overwhelming might over him, iit made no sense that a single dragon word could end my life.

‘Did he borrow the power of another being?’

Thinking back, he recalled that the Dragon Lord’s eyes had flashed with a strange color, not his original golden hue.

‘He said that all humans were rotten, yet that bastard called the mediator went around borrowing other’s power.’

Raon lifted his chin and sneered at the Dragon Lord.

'I want to beat him to death right now, but….’

He bit his lip as he looked at the sand that had risen to his knees.

‘What am I supposed to do about this?’

The sensation of his senses disappearing, of even his own existence growing faint, was chilling to the point of horror.

‘Death, huh….’

Raon steadied his breathing as he felt his soul melting away in the golden sand.

‘It really is a horrifying magic. An ordinary person would be frozen in fear just from this sensation alone. They’d struggle and sink even deeper into the sand. But….’

I’ve already experienced death once.

Recalling the Dragon Lord who must be watching him, Raon curled the corner of his mouth upward.

‘This will never go the way you want it to.’

* * *

“Uh…?”

Bartius swallowed dryly as he looked at Raon and the Dragon Lord, both frozen at the same time.

“He pronounced death through dragon words?”

He clutched his ears as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

[That’s impossible!]

The Black Dragon Dariauran shook his head violently.

[Raon Zieghart pushed the Lord back! There’s a difference in power, how could he possibly exert absolute authority?!]

He lashed out with his tail, striking away a charging gold dragon as he shouted that such a thing was impossible.

[Raon Zieghart!]

The Red Dragon Balasiur cried out Raon’s name with desperate intensity.

[Don’t lose to such filthy magic!]

He shook his head fiercely, insisting that it would be absolutely impossible by the Dragon Lord’s power alone.

[A declaration of death…]

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren pushed back two dragons with a breath of cold and turned around.

[He acts filthily until the end.]

She glared at the Lord, grinding her teeth so hard it made a sound.

“He… he pronounced death with dragon words?”

Dorian’s chin trembled.

“You said it was impossible earlier!”

He shouted, demanding to know why something impossible was happening, and turned toward Bartius.

“It seems the Lord borrowed the power of another being.”

Bartius shook his head, saying it wasn’t the Dragon Lord’s power alone.

“Borrowing the power of another being?”

Martha bit her lip while deflecting a dragon’s spell with her sword.

“‘Despicable’ isn’t even enough. He called us insects, but he himself was a parasite!”

As if to vent her boiling rage, she brought her sword crashing down toward the neck of a flying dragon.

“Calm down.”

Burren shook his head as he deflected a dragon’s tail aimed at Martha’s back.

“Just trust Raon!”

Though uneasy, he focused solely on the battle, as if placing his trust in Raon.

[The situation is bad.]

The white dragon Bursiarabi narrowed his eyes as he blocked the oncoming dragons with his body.

[It might be better to abandon defense and attack the Dragon Lord.]

He drew in a deep breath while staring at the Dragon Lord, frozen along with Raon.

“That won’t work.”

“That’s not allowed.”

Evelyn and Bartius shook their heads at the same time. The two briefly looked at each other, meeting each other’s eyes.

“W-what do you mean it won’t work?”

Dorian asked, panting as he dodged a dragon’s breath.

“Right now, the souls of those two are connected.”

Evelyn frowned deeply.

“If we try to kill the Dragon Lord, Raon could be harmed as well.”

Because Raon was in danger, she cooled her head even more and analyzed the situation carefully.

“She’s right.”

Bartius nodded with a sigh.

“For now, we can’t touch either of them.”

“Th-then what do we do…?”

Dorian bit his lip, as if desperate to find a way.

“There’s only one way.”

Bartius narrowed his eyes deeply as he looked at Raon, frozen in place after having thrust in his sword.

“Raon Zieghart has to overcome the absolute authority magic with his own power.”

*   *   *

“Hmm….”

Raon stroked his chin as he looked at the sand that had risen to his waist.

‘When you think about it, dragon words are no different from martial arts imbued with a dragon’s will.’

Dragon words were not merely magic, but something akin to martial arts that manifested a dragon’s will through language.

‘If that’s the case, then this desert that pronounced death upon me would be no different from a sword of the soul imbued with the Dragon Lord’s will.’

At first, he had been flustered because he couldn’t see the Dragon Lord, but watching the sand erase him made it clear that the Dragon Lord’s soul resided within this desert.

‘Then the answer is simple.’

Raon curled his lips upward and activated the Ring of Fire.

Goooooo!

The blazing rings that rose behind his back resonated clearly, and his soul level began to amplify rapidly.

The golden sand that had surged up to his waist and aimed for his chest recoiled like an ebbing tide, as if frightened by his soul.

‘And….’

Biting his lip, Raon awakened the authorities of the Demon Kings hidden within his soul. Instead of drawing out only their power like before, he brought forth the emotions they themselves had left behind.

Kugugugugugugugu!

Wrath, Sloth, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Greed. The emotions of the six Demon Kings ran wild simultaneously, shaking the mental world as if it were about to collapse. As the heavy sand covering his waist fell away, sensation began to return to the parts where it had disappeared.

‘As expected, this was the right answer.’

Feeling the mental world created by the Dragon Lord begin to waver, Raon released all the remaining levels of his soul.

Woooooong!

The Ring of Fire, as if truly embracing everything, amplified even the Demon Kings’ emotions and began devouring all the sand that existed in the golden desert. It looked as though the Demon King of Gluttony had descended upon this world.

Kyaaaaaaaaah!

At the moment the golden sand was swallowed by his soul, black cracks split the air, and the mental world shattered into eight pieces.

“Haa….”

When Raon opened his eyes again, the desert was gone, and the black dimension where he had faced the Dragon Lord reappeared.

[Th-this can’t be possible!]

The Dragon Lord gaped, as though he hadn’t even imagined such this situation.

[How can a human withstand absolute authority magic… Arghhhhhhh!]

His whole body shook violently as he screamed, seemingly suffering the backlash from having pronounced death using dragon words.

Y-you’re back!

Wrath approached with reddened eyes.

He thought maybe… but of course!

He lifted his chin, as if he had believed from the start.

‘Of course I came back. Who do you think taught me?’

Raon smiled faintly as he looked at Wrath, who had fought countless battles of the soul with him since childhood.

Chereeeok!

Stretching out both hands, he grasped Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword that had fallen to the bottom of the dimension. Since the Divine and Demonic Harmony had ended, the two swords had lost their flames and frost and returned to their original form.

“Thank you.”

Raon sheathed Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword and gave a small nod toward the Dragon Lord.

“Thanks to you, I remembered what I had forgotten.”

I possessed a special experience that no one else in this world had.

Death.

Experiencing death and then going on to live a new life was something neither Glenn nor Derus had ever undergone. By dissolving that one-of-a-kind experience into his mental image, he summoned a blade born of his inner self, sharpened further than ever before.

Raon Zieghart Style Swordplay.

Ninth Form, Die to Live.

A blade imbued with the will of death and life tore through space and time and drove itself into the Dragon Lord’s soul.

 

 

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