The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 611

 

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**Crunch!**

Collin gritted his teeth, pressing on the burn mark on his cheek.

“Where are those bastards!”

“Teams 4 and 5 have tracked them nearby.”

The leader of the second unit of the assassination squad bowed his head as he approached.

“You too, move! Tear them apart without leaving a single bone fragment!”

At Collin’s venomous shout, the assassins increased their speed and rushed forward.

“Set the fire even bigger! Make sure no one can escape!”

The assassins at the rear moved to the sides, spreading oil and tearing scrolls inscribed with fire magic.

**Roar!**

Red flames soared endlessly, creating an inescapable net of fire throughout the forest.

“Leader.”

The leader of the second unit swallowed nervously as he watched the growing flames.

“A little further in is the territory of the Sran tribe. They’ll likely come out to guard against the fire. If they protect target 196…”

“That won’t happen.”

Collin shook his head with a serene gaze, as if he had never been angry.

“Those savages value the forest more than anything. If you were in their shoes, would you protect target 196, who came with assassins dressed in nightwear while trying to extinguish the fire?”

“Oh…”

“Yes, they’d rather kill him first.”

He smiled coldly as if his earlier outburst was just an act.

“This actually works out well.”

Collin smacked his burn-scarred cheek lightly and licked his lips.

“After all, our goal isn’t the assassination of the Sran tribe.”

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Raon stepped into the blazing wall of fire that seemed to block his path.

‘Where is Judiel?’

– I am not your subordinate.

Wrath sneered.

– I already told you she’s alive, find her yourself!

Wrath waved his round hand, claiming he had given enough hints.

‘He really is a troublesome personality.’

Raon narrowed his eyes and examined the ground. There were bloodstains on the ground, but many were burned, making it difficult to determine the direction.

He spread his senses, using the perception of ice.

The forest was vast, and considerable time had passed, so he couldn’t detect Judiel or the assassins.

“Ugh.”

Lisrun approached, fanning himself.

“The fire is quite intense. It seems there are more embers than I’ve seen before.”

He frowned as if he hadn’t expected such chaos.

“Weren’t you supposed to be outside?”

“I was asked by the young lady to assist you until the end.”

Lisrun shook his head, implying it wasn’t his own will but Denning Rose’s.

Normally, he would have refused, but due to lack of time, he didn’t say anything.

“We should head towards the Sran tribe.”

Lisrun cleared the smoke and pointed ahead.

“Do you know the location?”

“I know the direction, but it might take some time to find it given the state of the forest.”

“Hmm…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked towards the forest again.

‘Should I ask Wrath for help?’

He was contemplating whether to throw some food at Wrath to get information. At that moment, a different colored flame rose above the ring of fire rotating around his heart.

**Whoosh!**

The intense flames surged up to his upper dantian, clearing the smoke-filled view.

He could feel the embers scattered throughout the forest as if they were his own breath.

Using the perception of ice, he detected people located at a distance where even Judiel’s presence couldn’t be felt.

‘This is…’

The heat was identical to the flames felt recently. It was the crimson flame left behind by the Fire Spirit King Ifrit. His flames had become Raon’s new sense.

**Thrum!**

Using the crimson flame’s sense resonating with the ring of fire, Raon scanned the entire forest.

He felt dozens, no, more than a hundred people moving spread out like bird wings.

‘They’re assassins.’

The people he sensed were moving quickly while hiding their presence, typical of assassins.

‘And they’re chasing someone.’

The fact that the assassins were moving spread out like that meant they were following someone. Following their direction would likely lead to Judiel.

“Raon, this direction…”

“This way.”

“Huh? That way is a bit roundabout…”

“She’s right ahead.”

Raon shook his head at Lisrun’s words and ran in the direction where he felt the assassins’ presence.

**Boom!**

He stepped on the Supreme Harmony Steps at full speed. His movement, as if the god of wind had possessed him, caused the flames rising in the underbrush to lose power and subside.

“I’ve heard he’s a monster, but…”

Lisrun watched Raon advancing while extinguishing the flames and exhaled deeply.

“He’s more amazing than I thought. Both in strength and character.”

—

“Ugh!”

Jubel panted heavily, turning his head quickly.

Running with Judiel on his back while injured had drained his stamina.

If he had run normally, he would have already reached the vicinity of the Sran tribe’s village, but there was still a long way to go.

“Jubel? Are you okay?”

Judiel asked in a trembling voice from his back.

“I’m fine.”

Jubel nodded, keeping his eyes forward to avoid showing his exhaustion.

“Put me down. I’ll run from here.”

“I can run faster carrying you.”

Jubel shook his head and increased his speed.

“….”

Judiel bit her lip as she watched sweat pouring down Jubel’s neck.

‘Jubel…’

The flames that made breathing difficult were everywhere, and fighting the assassins while running had left Jubel so exhausted that his breath was unsteady.

But he never stopped running. He was determined to keep going until he collapsed.

‘I shouldn’t have come.’

If she hadn’t come down from the hill, Jubel wouldn’t be in this state.

As an older sister who couldn’t protect her younger brother and instead created the worst situation, she felt sorrow and guilt.

“I’m sorry….”

“Don’t be. I’m actually relieved.”

“What?”

“I told you. I just wanted to see you before I died. Now that I’ve seen you, I won’t have any regrets even if I die here.”

Jubel smiled faintly as he looked back at her.

The little brother who couldn’t sleep without being held had grown up enduring storms on his own, becoming a reliable man.

“Yeah. I feel the same.”

Judiel nodded, biting her teeth.

“But let’s survive together. There’s so much I want to show you….”

As she gripped Jubel’s shoulder tightly, shadows surrounded them from the left and right, throwing daggers.

“Ugh!”

Jubel stopped abruptly, dodging the daggers flying towards him. Three assassins blocked the path, taking advantage of his halted steps.

“….”

The assassins charged silently with daggers in hand.

Jubel put Judiel down and leaped towards the assassins. He dodged the dagger of the leading assassin by twisting his shoulder and stomped on his foot.

**Crunch!**

As the assassin staggered with his foot stuck in the ground, Jubel stabbed his neck with the dagger in his left hand.

“Ugh….”

As the first assassin died, two more assassins narrowed their eyes and threw daggers from the left and right.

**Whoosh!**

Ten daggers flew simultaneously. Jubel deflected five, dodged three, but two grazed his waist and thigh.

“Ugh….”

As he groaned and bent his knees, the assassins seized the opportunity and rushed at him.

**Thud!**

Just as they closed in, Jubel straightened his bent knees and plunged into the assassins.

**Slash!**

He sliced the heart of the left assassin with his dagger. However, the right assassin anticipated this move, dodging the dagger by leaning back.

**Whoosh!**

As the assassin swung his dagger towards Jubel’s head, a black dagger flew from behind and pierced his head.

“Ha….”

Judiel trembled as she lowered her hand after throwing the dagger.

“Jubel, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. You’re more….”

Jubel seemed more concerned about Judiel committing murder than his own injuries as he looked at her, biting his lip.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry, let’s go. I’ll run from here.”

Judiel bit her lip and moved forward.

“….”

Jubel clenched his fist as he looked at the dead assassins.

“I’m sorry.”

They couldn’t be called comrades, but their lives had been similar enough that the only thing he could say was that he was sorry.

The assassins, with clear eyes that seemed to understand rather than harbor malice, died looking up at him.

Jubel exhaled a rough breath and ran towards the Sran tribe village with Judiel. He glanced back, narrowing his eyes deeply.

‘They’re coming. In greater numbers than ever.’

The number of assassins approaching was beyond count, suggesting that if they were caught now, they would surely die.

“Just a little more….”

This path was a shortcut to the Sran tribe known only to him. If they kept going, they would soon see the tribe members.

But the assassins were closing in faster than they could advance.

‘Please. Please!’

Praying to a god he had never believed in, he put more strength into his weakening legs when he saw people extinguishing the flames ahead.

They were shamans and warriors of the Sran tribe. They seemed to have come out to put out the fire.

The tribe leader was at the forefront, his entire body glowing blue as he used shamanic magic.

“Chieftain!”

As Jubel approached the chieftain, one of the tribe members threw a wooden spear.

**Whoosh!**

The spear flew past his cheek, causing a stinging pain like a burn.

“Do not approach!”

The tribe member who had smiled and greeted him not long ago now had red, furious eyes.

“Philip.”

The chieftain stepped forward and muttered Jubel’s fake name.

“Chieftain, please listen! Now is not the time to put out the fire.”

“Then what should we do?”

His voice was filled with despair.

“Should we kill you?”

“Huh?”

“I felt your presence in the embers that caused this fire.”

The chieftain laughed bitterly, shaking his head.

“My eyes are special. I can see the warmth of objects. The fire here was caused by you and your friends, wasn’t it?”

“That’s….”

Jubel couldn’t answer, biting his lip. Indeed, it was him who had planted the embers here.

“Y-Yes, but there is something more important. Assassins are….”

“You mean them?”

The chieftain pointed behind.

Dozens of assassins who had followed them were now revealing their murderous intent from the shadows.

“Blocking the path with fire and calling in assassins. Is this what you wanted?”

The chieftain nodded, looking at the intensifying flames.

“So this is the price for the affection and trust we gave you!”

The chieftain’s eyes burned with red fury.

“I’m sorry.”

Jubel couldn’t say anything but apologize.

He had indeed planned to assassinate the Sran tribe. But after meeting his sister, he wanted to speak honestly, even if it meant his life.

“You can kill me. But first, please take care of them….”

“Shut up!”

“I’ll kill you first!”

“Philip!”

The Sran tribe members who had been closest to Jubel shouted in fury, releasing their killing intent.

“Kill them all!”

The chieftain raised his trembling hand. At his command, the shamans and warriors of the Sran tribe charged at Judiel and Jubel.

**Ssssss.**

The assassins, too, approached with swords and daggers exuding killing intent.

Jubel smiled faintly as he watched the warriors of the Sran tribe charge with killing intent.

‘They won’t listen to a word.’

They could have just listened to one sentence, but they had no intention of hearing him out.

But he couldn’t blame them. They were pure and kind-hearted, so the betrayal hit them harder.

‘At least they won’t be assassinated.’

The Sran tribe was strong. In a frontal battle, they wouldn’t be annihilated by the assassination squad.

“Sister.”

Jubel gestured for Judiel to step back.

“Stay back.”

“Jubel….”

He pushed Judiel back and stepped forward, gripping his daggers tightly and gathering all his strength.

He knew he couldn’t withstand the chieftain’s punches or the warriors’ techniques, but he didn’t retreat.

“Kill the traitor!”

The Sran tribe and assassins charged simultaneously. In the center of the battlefield filled with malice and killing intent, Jubel gritted his teeth.

“Argh!”

He vowed to protect Judiel at all costs as he let out a fierce roar when Judiel stepped forward.

“Sister! Why are you…!”

“They’ve arrived!”

“What?”

Judiel looked up at the dark night sky, clasping her hands.

At that moment, a golden sun and a silver moon rose in the moonless sky.

Flames and frost connected to the sun and moon, descending to the mortal world.

**Boom!**

Blades of fire and frost pushed back both the Sran tribe and the assassins simultaneously.

**Whoosh!**

From the flames deeper than those that engulfed the forest, a golden-haired swordsman emerged.

His eyes burned brighter than the sun, and his perfectly honed aura overwhelmed everyone present.

“Stop fighting.”

As his low, calm voice flowed, the light returned to the eyes of those who had lost their composure.

“That robe is….”

The Sran chieftain recognized the black dragon robe Raon was wearing and trembled.

“Judiel.”

Raon, holding his two swords, called out to Judiel standing behind him.

“Yes.”

Judiel stepped forward and bowed deeply.

“S-Sister?”

Jubel widened his eyes at the sight of Judiel kneeling in such a situation.

“Is this situation your and your brother’s responsibility?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

Raon nodded calmly. Hearing her admission helped him understand the situation better.

“I want to clear up the misunderstanding first.”

He turned to the man who appeared to be the leader of the Sran tribe.

“I’d like to have a conversation….”

“Clear up the misunderstanding?”

The chieftain ground his teeth hard enough to shatter them.

“If it weren’t for that robe, I’d cut your head off right now. Leave!”

His eyes showed a savage fury, as if he had already lost his sanity.

**Thrum.**

The assassins, too, exuded a chilling killing intent, showing they had no intention of talking.

**Boom!**

The massive explosions around the Sran tribe village indicated that neither side wanted to stop fighting.

“Very well.”

Raon extended his hand holding the Divine Sword. The flames surrounding them surged like waves and were absorbed into his hand.

It looked like he was dancing with the fire or controlling it.

As everyone fell silent at the mystical sight, Raon stepped forward.

“The wrath of the Sran tribe.”

He pointed the Divine Sword at the Sran tribe with a calm gaze.

“And the malice of the assassins, I will bear it all.”

He directed the Demon Sword at the assassins, releasing a cold light.

**Boom!**

As Raon stamped his left foot, the overwhelming aura of a conqueror spread from the crumbling earth, pressing down on the entire world.

“I am Raon Zieghart.”

His firm will, burning with fire and frost from his swords, extended outwards.

“Come at me.”