The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 670
Raon felt the eerie and cold pressure of the demonic energy creeping into his skin and furrowed his brow.
‘It’s not just malicious…’
It’s dense and thick.
The demonic energy wrapping around the tower was already thicker than the kingdom’s pillars, as if a demon had already descended. Breaking through this would require a significant amount of aura.
“If you can’t do it, step aside. I’ll tear through it,” Saintess Olga said as she wiped the blood dripping from her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes flashed with anger and murderous intent, as if she were determined to exact her revenge on Priest Pirun and King Bauren, even at the cost of her life.
“If you try to break through with your divine power, you’ll end up with ten more of those tattoos on your body.”
The demonic energy surrounding the tower was not only wicked but also deeply entrenched. Even with the saintess’s divine power, it wouldn’t be easily pierced.
“Even so, it’s better than using aura…”
“No, I’ll be faster.”
Raon shook his head and activated the **Ring of Fire** at its highest level.
Whooooom!
All eight rings resonated, pulling up the fragments of Wrath’s power buried deep within Raon’s soul. When the icy chill of **Glacier** ignited the embers of wrath in his hand, the demonic energy blocking the tower’s entrance shuddered, as if terrified, and opened a path on its own.
No grand impact or massive wave of force. It was pure authority—an overwhelming presence that only a monarch of the Demon Realm could exude. The demonic energy, cowed by the sheer superiority of the Demon King’s emotion, yielded.
-Krrrrggh!
Wrath clutched his head and let out a low groan.
-This isn’t why I gave you that wrath, you fool!
‘A gift is for the receiver to use however they like.’
-It’s not a gift, damn it!
Wrath flailed his arms angrily, insisting that he had implanted it to take over Raon’s body.
“W-what the hell?!”
Saintess Olga widened her eyes, staring at the entrance that had opened far too easily.
“It’s neither divine power nor aura… What did you do?”
She swallowed dryly, unable to comprehend what had just happened. As a saintess, she couldn’t detect the essence of the Demon King’s emotion, so her confusion was only natural.
“I’ll leave that to your imagination.”
Raon didn’t answer directly. He simply stepped into the opened entrance and began climbing the stairs toward the top of the tower.
“Our captain doesn’t follow the rules of common sense.”
Rimmer chuckled, shaking his head at the bewildered saintess.
“Just accept that ‘even demonic energy is afraid of him,’ and things will make more sense.”
He laughed again and followed Raon up the stairs.
“Hmm…”
Olga squinted at the fragments of demonic energy quivering in fear like mice before a cat.
‘What the hell is he?’
Raon Zieghart had predicted King Bauren’s corruption and even foreseen that the Knight Commander Danieff and Priest Pirun were involved. Not only that, but he had also anticipated that the kingdom would be engulfed in demonic energy, and that only trusted holy knights and priests armed with relics and holy water could stop it.
As she listened to Raon’s plan, she had cursed him and called it absurd, but reality had unfolded exactly as he had foreseen.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say Raon had single-handedly prepared for and predicted everything about this disaster. Words like “monster” or “genius” didn’t even come close to describing him.
“If you don’t hurry, the path will close.”
Raon’s voice echoed from above. The demonic energy, having feared him, was already beginning to regroup and close the entrance.
“Phew…”
Olga let out a long sigh and stepped through the tower’s entrance.
‘Now is not the time to think about these things.’
It didn’t matter what kind of person Raon was. All she had to focus on now was climbing this tower and punching both Pirun and Bauren in the face.
‘But…’
One thing still bothered her.
“Hey.”
She caught up to Raon and nodded toward the outside.
“What about the kids you left out there? Will they be okay?”
“What do you mean?”
Raon raised an eyebrow, looking down at her.
“You felt it too, didn’t you? There’s a demon outside helping that idiot king.”
She glanced back at the now-closed door and shook her head.
“Demons, just by their presence, put pressure on a human’s soul. Kinnear is already struggling to hold back the demonic energy. Do you really think those kids can handle a demon?”
The demon causing havoc outside was probably just a lackey of the demon who made a pact with Bauren. But it was still a demon, and given how humans and demons were natural enemies, she couldn’t help but worry.
“They can handle it.”
Raon nodded confidently, without a hint of hesitation.
“How can you be so sure?”
Olga furrowed her brow, bewildered by his unwavering certainty.
“Because I trained them.”
With those words, Raon marched forward, his steps steady as he ascended the tower.
* * *
“That creature is a **Hellhound**.”
Paladin Kinnear pointed at the dog-like monster standing before the Light Wind Division.
“It spews flames wrapped in demonic energy and has incredible regenerative abilities. Don’t let your guard down until it’s fully dead. And…”
He bit his lip as he spoke.
“You won’t be able to defeat that demon, but try to buy as much time as you can. I’ll handle it somehow.”
Kinnear’s face was lined with concern, as if he believed the Light Wind Division had no chance against the demon.
“That’s enough. And don’t worry, we’ve got this.”
Burren nodded calmly toward Kinnear before turning to face the demon.
“We’ll finish it.”
“If it weren’t for Raon Zieghart and Rimmer, you’d all be less than ants beneath my feet!”
The black-haired, black-eyed demon bared his sharp teeth in a sneer.
“I’ll kill you all!”
With a snap of his fingers, the Hellhound lunged at the Light Wind Division, its axe-like claws crashing down.
Shiiiiing!
Burren led Squad Three backward, while Runaan and Squad Two stepped forward, forming a barrier of pale blue aura to block the attack.
Boom!
The Hellhound’s claws had the strength to demolish entire buildings, but Runaan’s aura shield only cracked slightly, holding firm.
Swoosh!
Martha didn’t wait for Squad Two’s defense to fully form. Trusting in their strength, she leapt forward, cutting through the demonic flames with her sword. Her blade, riding the blue winds of the Light Wind Style, cleaved through the Hellhound’s right ankle.
Kyaaaah!
Black blood spurted out as the Hellhound let out a pained screech.
But the creature didn’t lose its balance. Instead, it retaliated by spewing black flames from its jaws.
“Formation One!”
At Burren’s command, Squad One moved back into position, and Squad Two reinforced their sides while Squad Three reestablished the formation.
All the swordsmen raised their swords simultaneously. Their combined aura formed a single blade, clashing with the Hellhound’s flames.
Boom!
The Hellhound’s flames were powerful enough to nearly melt their sword aura, but just as it faltered, a gust of blue wind surged in, restoring its strength. In the blink of an eye, the light wind tore through the dark flames.
Thud!
Despite its size, the Hellhound was agile. It staggered for a moment, its forehead struck by the Light Wind Division’s attack.
Still, the Hellhound didn’t flee, trusting in its regenerative power. It opened its jaws to release another torrent of dark flames.
Whack!
Before it could unleash its fire, a blue bolt of lightning flashed and struck the creature’s chin, shattering its skull.
It was Mark Gorton. Standing slightly behind the main formation, he had crushed the Hellhound’s head with a single, precise blow.
Grgrr…
The Hellhound collapsed, its eyes losing their light as it crumpled to the ground. From the dust kicked up by its fall, a dark blade shot toward the Light Wind Division.
Shiiiing!
The Light Wind Division was not caught off guard. They quickly intercepted the demonic blade with their swords, deflecting its force.
But the power behind the attack was immense, and everyone was pushed back a step.
“Worms! How dare you!”
The black-haired, black-eyed demon snarled, his hands trembling as he stared at the dead Hellhound.
“I’ll kill you all!”
“You already said that.”
Runaan tilted her head, unimpressed by the demon’s repetitive threats.
“I’ll tear out your heart first!”
The demon’s body seemed to stretch unnaturally, and in an instant, he appeared right in front of Runaan, his claws aimed directly at her heart.
Shiiing!
Runaan remained calm, drawing her sword in a graceful arc. Frost crystals formed on her blade as it met the demon’s claws.
Crack!
The silver frost barrier didn’t hold completely, but before the demon’s attack could break through, the swords of Squad Two intercepted his claws.
With Runaan and Squad Two successfully defending, Burren led Squad Three and Martha’s Squad One forward, launching a coordinated attack on the demon.
Shiiiing!
Neither Burren nor Martha spoke but exchanged a glance, communicating wordlessly. Both squads executed their techniques simultaneously.
Martha’s squad, leading with overwhelming strength, swung their swords down with brutal precision, aiming at the demon’s shoulder. Meanwhile, Burren’s squad employed a more calculated, pinpoint strike aimed directly at the demon’s heart.
Shiiiing!
The demon’s hands, cloaked in demonic flames, crossed in front of him to block both attacks. However, even with his immense power, he was forced two steps back by the combined might of the Light Wind Division.
At that moment, Squad Two, led by Runaan, closed in swiftly. Runaan’s sword, carried by the winds of the Light Wind Style, traced a thin arc as it targeted the demon’s back. Her blade shimmered with a surreal glow, as though infused with a calm yet lethal intent.
Shiiiing!
The demon reacted too late. His attempt to defend with a hastily formed sphere of demonic energy failed. Runaan’s shimmering silver blade sliced through the demonic barrier, leaving a deep gash across the demon’s chest.
“Krghhh!”
The demon coughed up black blood, stumbling backward as he clutched his chest in pain.
Mark Gorton seized the moment, his massive frame rushing forward. He swung his sword with the force of a hammer, landing a crushing blow to the demon’s leg. The sound of bone breaking echoed through the battlefield as the demon’s thigh was cleaved open, spilling more of his dark blood.
“You damned… humans!”
The demon gritted his teeth in fury, trying to retreat, but Martha pursued relentlessly. She attacked like a berserker, her sword delivering blow after blow, chipping away at the demon’s defenses.
Shiiiing!
Again and again, the Light Wind Division’s coordinated assault pressed the demon further back. Burren’s precision, Martha’s raw strength, Runaan’s cold and calculated strikes, and Mark Gorton’s overwhelming power—together, they were relentless.
‘Who are these people?’ the demon thought, his mind racing in disbelief.
Humans, especially ones at the master level, should have faltered under the overwhelming pressure of his demonic aura. He had crushed countless knights and priests on his way here. Yet, this group of young swordsmen not only withstood his power but seemed to grow stronger as the battle continued. It was as if they were drawing out more than their natural abilities.
“Your expression says it all,” Martha sneered as she landed another strike, her sword biting deep into the demon’s side. “You’re regretting picking a fight with us, aren’t you? But…”
“It’s too late for that now,” Burren finished, his stance steady, ready for anything the demon might try next.
The Light Wind Division flowed seamlessly between offense and defense, supporting each other as they kept up the pressure.
“Krrghhh…”
The demon’s body was now covered in wounds, his movements becoming more sluggish with each passing second. His once confident sneer was replaced by desperation.
“We’re close! Push harder!” Martha’s voice rang out.
With renewed vigor, the division surged forward. Their attacks came faster and fiercer, leaving the demon no room to recover. His form was crumbling under their relentless assault.
“Damn… humans…” the demon growled, blood dripping from his mouth as his hands trembled. His vision began to blur, and his strength waned.
Finally, the Light Wind Division closed in for the final blow.
“Now! Finish him off!”
Martha’s sword cut through the air with the ferocity of a storm, and Burren’s blade followed suit, aiming directly at the demon’s heart.
Shiiiing!
Just as they were about to land their finishing blows, the demon let out a deafening roar, and his body began to convulse. Dark, sinister wings sprouted from his back, and a haunting melody filled the air.
Whooooong!
The eerie sound slowed the division’s movements. Their expressions tightened, and their bodies began to feel heavy.
“What… is this?” Martha muttered, her hands trembling as her strength began to wane.
“It’s the sound… those wings are emitting some kind of… crushing pressure…” Burren gritted his teeth as he tried to fight back against the oppressive force.
“It’s… his **Demonic Song**!” Kinnear, who had been watching the battle from a distance, shouted. “It’s a high-level demonic technique. It directly attacks your mind and body. Be careful!”
The demon, now airborne with his grotesque wings, sneered down at the division. “You’ve pushed me this far, but now, it’s over!”
His outstretched arms summoned a torrent of dark energy. Black blades rained down from the sky, each infused with the power of the **Demonic Song**.
“Brace yourselves!”
At Burren’s command, the Light Wind Division formed a defensive formation, their swords raised to deflect the incoming onslaught. Wind gathered around their blades, forming a barrier to push back the rain of dark blades.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of swords clashing with dark energy echoed as the division struggled to hold their ground.
“Damn it… this isn’t enough. We can’t hold this forever,” Martha muttered through clenched teeth.
“It’s okay,” Runaan said, her calm voice cutting through the chaos. She glanced over her shoulder at the youngest member of their group.
“She’ll stop it.”
In the center of the formation, a clear, pure voice suddenly rose. It was **Yua**. The young girl stood with her small frame, yet her voice carried an ethereal power. Her song, filled with the essence of life and nature, began to counter the demon’s **Demonic Song**.
Whoooooom!
The oppressive atmosphere created by the demon’s wings began to lift. The melody emanating from Yua’s voice filled the battlefield with a serene and holy presence, as if she was singing the song of the heavens themselves.
The demon’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What… what is this?!”
Yua’s song neutralized the demonic energy, breaking the bonds that had been weighing down the division.
“Now!” Burren shouted.
With the demon momentarily stunned, the Light Wind Division launched their final attack.
Boom!
Their combined power tore through the air, splitting the demonic energy as their blades found their mark.
“Kraaaahhh!”
The demon let out a final, anguished cry as his body was ripped apart. In the blink of an eye, his form dissolved into nothing, leaving only the faint traces of his demonic energy behind.
The Light Wind Division stood victorious, breathing heavily as they looked at the space where the demon had once been.
“We… we did it…”
Burren sank to his knees, exhausted.
“We actually… killed a demon.”
The rest of the division collapsed onto the ground, their bodies aching from the intense battle.
“Raon’s definitely going to praise us for this one,” Martha grinned, despite the fatigue weighing down her body.
“We better get ice cream after this,” Runaan murmured, glancing toward the tower where Raon was still fighting.
“Now it’s handsome Raon’s turn.”