The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 641

The silver demonic sword traced a serrated path.

Slash!

Delphros’s right arm was torn to shreds, icy blue frost seeping into his shoulder.

“Guh…”

Delphros clutched his frozen shoulder, screaming in agony.

“It’s too early for you to be screaming.”

Raon shook his head calmly, advancing toward Delphros. He reversed his grip on the divine sword and struck down.

Thud!

Delphros’s left leg was torn off, engulfed in flames.

“Aaaargh!”

Delphros writhed on the ground like a wounded insect, crawling away.

“This is just the beginning.”

Raon laughed coldly, tapping Delphros’s body with his fingers.

“What… what are you doing to me… Aaaah! Aaaargh!”

Veins bulged across Delphros’s face, unable to scream from the overwhelming pain as he trembled violently.

-You mean you used the aura from those swords for this torture?

‘Correct.’

-Cruel, but fitting for him.

‘He’s too valuable to simply kill.’

Raon used the divine and demonic swords to execute a torture method involving heat and frost. Delphros was now experiencing pain so intense that death would seem like a mercy.

“Ugh…”

Blood trickled from Delphros’s cracked lips. His eyes were bloodshot, begging for death.

Thud!

Raon struck Delphros’s chest with his palm, knocking out the rage worm inside his heart.

To ensure Delphros couldn’t scream, Raon sealed his voice and smirked.

“You’re still a coward, Delphros.”

“What…?”

Delphros’s eyes widened in shock, hearing his name.

“How… how do you know my name…”

“Where is your master?”

Even with the rage worm knocked out, mentioning Derus could trigger Delphros’s brainwashing, so Raon referred to him as the master.

“Master? What nonsense… I don’t have one!”

Delphros, despite the torture, managed to scrunch his nose in feigned confusion.

“The one holed up in the south. He’s not here, is he?”

“You… who are you? What are you!”

Delphros trembled violently, the mention of the south clearly reminding him of Derus.

“Judging by your reaction, he’s not here. That makes sense.”

Derus would never enter this tomb to ensure his involvement wasn’t traced back to him.

‘That will be your downfall.’

If Derus had been in this tomb, no one would have survived, and everything would have gone according to his plan. His greed for too much at once ruined everything.

“Who are you…”

“……”

Raon shook his head, seeing the blood drain from Delphros’s face as he was overwhelmed by pain and fear.

‘He won’t last much longer.’

Delphros was likely recalling details about Derus, and his brain would soon collapse. Raon needed answers before that happened.

“Your master’s goal is war, isn’t it?”

“W-what do you mean… What war…”

Delphros looked possessed, the psychological shock overshadowing his physical agony.

“And the reason he wants to start a war?”

“Ugh…”

“Seems you don’t know.”

Raon laughed coldly. Derus was too cautious to reveal his full plans even to his closest subordinates. It was no surprise Delphros didn’t know why Derus wanted to start a war.

‘This is enough.’

Knowing that Derus sought war was a huge step forward. Understanding his motives would help predict his moves.

“You, you can’t possibly know him! Everyone who knew him is dead! Who are you!”

Delphros screamed despite his pain.

“I’ll send your master to hell. You can ask him there.”

“You’re insane! You don’t know who he truly is…”

“I know him very well. Better than anyone.”

Raon laughed, covering Delphros’s mouth. He stood, leaving Delphros’s broken body next to Commander Crassel’s sword and Barfil’s staff.

“Beg for forgiveness until you die. No, even after you die.”

Raon’s smile was bitter as he shattered Delphros’s mana circuits. The unleashed heat and frost began to destroy Delphros’s body and mind.

“Ugh…”

Delphros groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. He felt the pain, unable to even faint, as it consumed him.

“Forgiveness will still be impossible.”

Raon rose, bowing briefly to Commander Crassel’s sword and Barfil’s staff, trembling from Delphros’s convulsions.

‘Thank you. Rest in peace.’

After a short prayer for the two, Raon turned around.

“Hey, Pyak-Pyak.”

Raon gestured to the Phoenix Kiyan, who had incinerated the monsters.

“Come here.”

[Pyak-Pyak?]

Kiyan flared his wings in surprise.

[Did you just call me Pyak-Pyak?]

“Of course. Who else?”

[Why am I called Pyak-Pyak!]

“You keep making pyak-pyak sounds.”

[I told you my name is Kiyan…]

“Never mind the name. There’s still someone hiding. Find their location, but don’t touch them. They might run away. Just locate them.”

There was still a sorcerer hiding in the tomb who supported Delphros. They needed to be dealt with to end everything.

[Pyak! I am the great Phoenix! I don’t follow human commands…]

Kiyan tried to refuse but saw Delphros in agony and nodded instinctively.

[I-I’ll go right away!]

Kiyan shrank to chick size and flew up to the ceiling.

-This is strange.

Wrath, having observed everything, shook his head.

-The humans I knew weren’t like this. How is someone more demonic than the Demon King in this world…

He seemed to ponder the nature of his race, his eyes closing.

“Now then…”

Raon ignored Wrath and turned around.

“Let’s end this tedious war.”

He plunged the demonic sword into the ground next to Delphros and concealed his presence.

Using the Supreme Harmony Steps, known for their stealth, he entered the still-battling field.

“You fools! It’s too late to retreat now!”

“Grr!”

The first sight was the duel between the Sixth Apostle and Phantom Sword Leader Serena.

Unlike the Sixth Apostle, who wielded immense blood energy, Serena’s hand trembled as if she were about to collapse. Her abdominal wound was severe; it was a miracle she had lasted this long.

‘I’ll start here.’

Raon approached the Sixth Apostle from behind, his presence concealed. Suppressing his killing intent and fury, he treated the divine sword in his hand like a mere stick, playfully stabbing it into the Sixth Apostle’s back.

Squelch!

The divine sword’s blade emerged from the Sixth Apostle’s abdomen just as he was about to strike Serena’s head.

“Argh!”

The Sixth Apostle’s shoulder trembled as he stopped attacking. He turned, his eyes wide with shock.

“R-Raon Zieghart! You were supposed to be over there… Ah!”

He spat blood, seeing the demonic sword still embedded next to Delphros. Realizing his senses had deceived him.

“Hm!”

Serena, though surprised, quickly regained her composure and raised her heavy sword.

“I regret not finishing you alone…”

“C-cowardly!”

“If you’re upset, find a good junior.”

She gritted her teeth, lifting her sword high and bringing it down. The thick blade split the Sixth Apostle’s head in half, transparent blood spraying everywhere.

“Ugh…”

Despite being split, the Sixth Apostle, true to his high-rank vampire nature, tried to regenerate his blood energy.

“You’re really like a bug.”

Raon frowned, stabbing the divine sword into the Sixth Apostle’s heart. The golden flames incinerated not just the blood energy but his soul as well.

“L-Lord Apostle!”

“No…”

“How could this happen!”

The White Blood Religion vampires screamed, clutching their heads as the Sixth Apostle fell.

“Now’s the time! Kill them all!”

Martha, her eyes blazing with fury, led the charge. The Light Wind Division followed, pushing back the vampires.

“Ha…”

Serena collapsed, her lips trembling. She had lost too much blood, her face deathly pale.

“That madman is dead?”

“Not yet, but he will be soon.”

She hadn’t realized Raon’s fight was over, focused entirely on holding off the Sixth Apostle. Her endurance and mental strength seemed higher than his.

“Then, I’ll rest…”

Serena smiled weakly and leaned to the side.

Raon caught her, gently laying her down. He used the divine sword to heal her abdomen before turning back to the battlefield.

Clang!

A comet-like light shot between Rimmer and the Ghost Blade Saint. Their sword clashes were so fast only the trails of aura remained.

Raon narrowed his eyes, watching Rimmer fight as if he still had both arms.

‘Has he mastered the prosthetic arm?’

Before coming to this tomb, Rimmer hadn’t fully adjusted to the prosthetic arm. It wasn’t his real arm, making it awkward. Now, none of that awkwardness showed.

“Damn it!”

In contrast, the Ghost Blade Saint, seeing Delphros and the Sixth Apostle defeated, grew increasingly frantic.

He realized he was the only one left.

“Your cause of death is overeating.”

Raon lightly twirled the divine sword. The flames on the blade dimmed as if losing power.

“You weren’t fit to consume the Sword Saint’s martial arts.”

“Shut up!”

The Ghost Blade Saint spun, utilizing the momentum to speed up his footwork. His movements transcended the concept of speed, making him appear as a blur as he charged at Raon.

‘He thinks my sword domain has ended.’

The Ghost Blade Saint believed Raon’s sword domain had dissipated, hence his reckless attack. This desperation only tightened the noose around his neck.

Swish!

Raon smirked coldly and tightened his grip on the divine sword. The dim flames roared back to life, ascending like a dragon.

Whoosh!

The tip of the blade flickered with dancing flames, creating a fiery curtain before the Ghost Blade Saint. Fire Lotus, a move embodying the essence of the four seasons, manifested in a blossom of flames that blocked his path.

“This… this is…”

The Ghost Blade Saint recoiled as if hitting an invisible wall. His limbs turned red as if they had been burned.

“Damn it…”

He attempted to regain balance, but it was futile.

Behind him, Rimmer’s eyes shone with a sinister light.

“Wait!”

“Got money?”

“Huh? M-money?”

“If not, get lost.”

Rimmer slashed down mercilessly. The sword in his prosthetic arm emitted a grave hum, cutting the Ghost Blade Saint’s throat.

Slash!

The Ghost Blade Saint’s eyes widened in disbelief as he fell, his neck split cleanly. Blood poured from the wound as he collapsed to the ground.

“Ugh, I’m really gonna die.”

Rimmer sighed, slumping to the ground as his sword domain dissipated.

“Why is it always so hard when I’m with you? Even the family head wasn’t this tough!”

“Thank you for your efforts.”

Raon bowed his head slightly, smiling faintly.

“The Ghost Blade Saint is dead…”

“No way!”

“This is unbelievable!”

The swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance froze in shock, unable to move as they processed the death of their leader.

“The enemy’s leaders are down! Let’s finish this!”

Burren, summoning the power of the cold wind, charged into the ranks of the Ghost Blade Saint Division. The Light Wind and Phantom Sword Divisions followed, gathering their remaining strength to drive towards the end of the battle.

“Raon… captain.”

Runaan approached, nodding. She had worked tirelessly to protect the Light Wind and Phantom Sword Divisions, and her face showed her exhaustion.

“Is it over?”

“No.”

Raon shook his head, watching Kiyan flutter down.

“There’s still one last thing to take care of.”

***

“He’s a monster…”

Spy Commander dropped the crystal ball he was holding, trembling. Despite the glass shattering, he felt nothing, only trembling hands.

‘He’s an uncontrollable monster!’

Raon had crushed all the traps prepared by Delphros and himself, even destroying the plan crafted by Derus.

He destroyed everything, even killing Delphros. Raon Zieghart was more than human.

At this moment, Raon was more terrifying than Derus.

‘I have to escape.’

As quickly as possible!

All the monsters were dead, the barrier was out of control, and there were no remaining traps or soldiers.

His only option was to escape to the surface and relay the information about this place.

‘Damn it!’

Raon might find this place too. He had to clean up and get out quickly.

Spy Commander gathered his papers with shaking hands. He chanted spells to erase his traces, preparing to escape to the surface.

‘If I use the device, I can be out in an hour… huh?’

Spy Commander stopped mid-step as he headed for the escape device. He looked down at the blade protruding from his abdomen and the blood trickling down.

“W-what…”

“You were the sorcerer, huh.”

Raon Zieghart’s voice, cold and menacing, echoed in his ears along with the dripping blood.

“H-how did you…”

[Pyak!]

The small Phoenix perched on Raon’s shoulder flapped its wings.

[No one can hide from me!]

“D-damn…”

It was clear that the Phoenix had found him. Raon was sharp-witted.

“You wouldn’t know more than him.”

Raon laughed, twisting the blade in his stomach.

“W-wait! I…”

“Just die.”

“Ugh…”

Raon showed no hesitation as he sliced upward, splitting Spy Commander’s body in half.

“Hmm…”

Raon gathered the documents Spy Commander had dropped and surveyed the area.

“This must be the control room.”

It was filled with unknown devices and crystal balls, evidently used to control the monsters and traps.

Raon not only took Spy Commander’s documents but also searched the entire control room.

The room contained plans, structures, and analyses of the warriors, but there was no information about Derus Robert, as expected.

“Still as meticulous as ever. However…”

Raon threw the documents aside, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“This time, he’ll be really pissed.”

***

After confirming the control room, Raon returned to the fifth-floor cavern. The area had been cleaned up, with none of the enemies surviving.

“You’re late!”

Martha glared at Raon, her nose wrinkling.

“I had something to find.”

Raon was about to hand over the documents but paused, noticing the still, statue-like form of the Sword Saint.

“Is it still like this?”

“It hasn’t moved at all.”

Burren shook his head, having checked multiple times for any sign of movement.

“Not breathing either.”

Martha stood next to the Sword Saint, clicking her tongue.

“Sigh…”

Raon looked into the Sword Saint’s empty eyes, sighing softly.

The core had been destroyed, leaving the Sword Saint’s body immobile.

He was now an empty shell.

“Then it’s best to let him go quickly.”

Deciding, Raon approached the Sword Saint.

“You did nothing wrong.”

The Sword Saint had only intended to help. All this chaos was Derus’s doing.

Raon ignited his mana, intending to burn the Sword Saint’s body when the shoulders twitched.

Thud!

The Sword Saint reached out and grabbed Raon’s wrist.

“Huh?”

“I have something to tell you.”

The Sword Saint’s twisted eyes returned to their original state, shining with a calm light.

“To the rightful heir of Zieghart.”