The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 692

“I want to fight.”

Raon looked straight into Glenn’s eyes, which were filled with majestic dignity, without any hesitation.

“I told you it would be dangerous.”

Glenn’s low voice was imbued with an overwhelming presence that weighed down the surroundings. It felt as if his shoulders were about to break from the pressure.

“You could die by Roman’s hand, the North-South Union might launch a group attack, or other factions might ambush you. And you still wish to fight?”

“Yes. I still want to fight.”

Raon nodded, clenching his fists tightly until they hurt.

“Since the moment I promised a life-or-death duel with Roman, I’ve been able to grow faster than during my training days. The approaching duel isn’t a source of fear; it’s become a joy, knowing that I can grow even more.”

As the day of the duel with Roman approached, the fear disappeared, and the anticipation of how far he could progress swelled inside him.

He was also curious about how much he could grow through the duel with Roman.

The life-or-death battle wasn’t a chain around his neck, but a rope that allowed him to climb higher.

He couldn’t let an opportunity like this slip away because of someone like Derus Robert.

‘And this isn’t…’

It’s not just me.

Roman that he met had become so strong that he was unrecognizable. It seemed he had also grown both in power and spirit while waiting for their life-or-death battle.

“Roman could have killed me and the Light Wind Division twice but let us go. He might do anything before the duel, but he’s not the kind of man who would use tricks during the fight.”

Axe King Roman was eccentric, letting me go even when he had the opportunity to end my life. A man whose only goal in life is battle wouldn’t stoop to dirty tricks during a life-or-death duel.

“That’s fortunate.”

Glenn lightly curled his lips into a smile.

“If you had tried to run away from the life-or-death duel, I would have dragged you there myself. But now that you’ve made up your mind, that won’t be necessary.”

He chuckled softly, as if he liked Raon’s answer.

Though Glenn had said it was dangerous, it seemed like he actually wanted Raon to fight. He was as enigmatic as ever.

“I also have another reason why I must fight.”

Raon raised his finger.

“The swordsman who attacked Sir Ogram may show up again.”

He clenched his fist. There was no way Derus Robert had done all of this just to hand Ogram over to the White Blood Religion.

That man was clearly aiming for something much bigger.

“My life-or-death duel will be an opportunity to catch him.”

“Yes, it will.”

Glenn nodded calmly, seemingly thinking the same thing.

“We can’t let someone like him roam free.”

His previously calm eyes darkened with a chilling intensity.

Raon swallowed nervously as he looked into Glenn’s eyes.

‘He’s angry about what happened to Sir Ogram.’

Glenn was deeply enraged by the swordsman who used the aura of death. If it was confirmed that Derus Robert was behind it, Glenn looked ready to storm into the Robert family at any moment.

“You…”

Glenn clicked his tongue briefly before calling Raon again.

“You’ve thought this far in such a short time?”

He narrowed his eyes as if surprised that Raon had already considered the future despite the confusing situation.

“I only thought about it because I had some leeway.”

Raon rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head.

“There’s no need to be modest. Being able to think like that in such a situation is already impressive.”

Glenn waved his hand, saying that quick judgment was a strength.

“Thank you.”

Raon looked into Glenn’s calm eyes and bowed his head.

“Hmm?”

Glenn narrowed his eyes as if wondering what Raon meant.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

To be honest, from Glenn’s perspective, there was no reason to entertain Raon’s absurd late-night request to rescue Ogram.

Yet, after hearing the strange events in the Mental World, Glenn had personally followed Raon to the Beast Alliance. Raon had nothing to say but thank you.

‘And you even saved my life.’

Instead of returning to the blood path, Glenn came to find me and blocked the White Blood Religion’s leader’s hand.

The reason I survived was thanks to Glenn’s choice.

“Ahem! Enough of that.”

Glenn turned with a huff, making a sound like the wind as he moved. He lightly waved his hand as he walked away.

“Thanks to you, we saved that beastly man, and now we’re even honored guests of the Beast Alliance, so no need for that kind of gratitude.”

“There’s one more thing.”

Raon tapped the hilt of the Heavenly Drive.

“Thanks to seeing your sword, I was able to gain inspiration to establish a new swordsmanship.”

Watching Wrath’s Snow Flower and Glenn’s flawless Heavenly Tremor again helped me decide the direction of the swordsmanship I should pursue.

Once I return to Zieghart and finalize my thoughts, I’ll be able to grasp the thread of a new swordsmanship for sure.

“Ahem!”

Glenn coughed once more and shook his head. It seemed his ears were turning red.

“That was just your own keen observation! I didn’t do anything!”

With that, he entered the Beast Alliance leader’s palace where Ogram was staying.

‘Why does he seem angry?’

I thought we had grown closer today, but now it felt like we were distant again.

“Sigh!”

“Ugh!”

As Raon tilted his head in confusion, Rimmer and Cheryl, who had been watching from behind, groaned and smacked their foreheads.

“Hahaha…”

Roenn also let out a low, frustrated laugh.

“When will that shy lord ever get it together…?”

* * *

The headquarters of the White Blood Religion, Blood God’s Palace.

Boom!

In a pure white room, where red curtains billowed, a thick, oppressive aura exploded.

“How did those filthy bastards enter this sacred place!”

The White Blood Religion’s leader glared at the executives with a twisted sneer.

“It seems they forced open a blood path that hadn’t been fully sealed.”

The 10th Apostle bowed his head, holding his chest. His complexion was pale, as if he had suffered internal injuries.

“Those rats…”

The White Blood Religion’s leader roughly wiped the blood trickling down his forehead and looked at the archbishop standing to his right.

“We have over fifty dead, and more than double that injured. The damage to buildings and holy relics is also severe…”

The archbishop’s voice trembled as he reported the extent of the damage.

“Damn it!”

The leader bit his lip until it bled and clenched his fists.

‘The damage is worse than I thought.’

The followers at the headquarters weren’t apostles, but they all played critical roles.

The thought of losing so many important resources made his skin crawl.

“What about the 8th Apostle?”

“He’s suffered severe internal injuries and will need to rest for a while.”

The 10th Apostle raised his head and exhaled lightly.

“You seem badly hurt too.”

The leader grimaced as he looked at the bruised face of the 10th Apostle.

“It’s nothing serious.”

The 10th Apostle shook his head, saying his injuries would heal soon.

“…”

The White Blood Religion’s leader said no more and turned his gaze to the right. Standing there, with a straight posture, was the 1st Apostle.

“I’m not seriously injured either.”

The 1st Apostle bowed his head, placing his hand over his chest.

“Such bravado.”

The leader sneered coldly and finally looked at the 2nd Apostle.

“I’m perfectly fine.”

The 2nd Apostle twisted his hair around his finger as he replied.

“You still haven’t mastered your aura, have you?”

The White Blood Religion’s leader clicked his tongue, looking at the flickering blood energy around the 2nd Apostle.

“For someone born with such noble blood, you still look like that.”

“It’s not like I can control it as I please.”

The 2nd Apostle waved his hand dismissively, as if he didn’t want to hear any more.

“You…”

“Ahem, are you alright, Leader?”

The archbishop trembled as he looked at the White Blood Religion’s leader, whose head was dripping with white blood.

“There’s no need to worry. I took that blow on purpose.”

The leader twisted his lips into a thin smile.

“On purpose…?”

“Glenn, that damned raccoon, opened a sword domain as if to drain the remnants of Ogram’s power that he hadn’t yet absorbed. So, I blocked it with my body, ready to die.”

A yellow light of madness flickered in her black eyes.

“If I recover from this hellish injury, I’ll have a path to reach even higher.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader smiled grimly.

“I’ll crush that old man, no matter what.”

* * *

The Robert family’s office.

Derus Robert removed his leather gloves. As he took out a new pair of gloves, a crooked smile spread across his face.

‘How entertaining.’

The life-or-death battle brought him a thrill deeper than any other form of enjoyment. He could still feel the sensation of his hand piercing through Ogram’s chest, and his fingertips trembled from the lingering excitement.

‘Of course, I didn’t go there just for the thrill.’

The White Blood Religion leader probably believed that she had gained the greatest benefit by drinking Ogram’s blood, but she was gravely mistaken.

I gained more than just a few martial techniques by defeating Ogram. In fact, it was possible that I would grow even more than the White Blood Religion leader.

“It’s only just beginning.”

Derus took a bottle of liquor from the desk and drank straight from it. As he welcomed the rising sun with a twisted grin, he heard a knock.

Knock, knock.

Along with the small sound, Kubara entered the office.

“What is it? There’s still time until my morning schedule.”

Derus didn’t bother turning around and simply waved his finger.

“I’ve received urgent news from the spy we planted at the White Blood Religion’s headquarters.”

Kubara knelt and bowed her head.

“Zieghart attacked the White Blood Religion.”

“…What?”

For the first time, Derus Robert’s usually calm eyes shook.

“Glenn Zieghart, the Commander of the Heavenly Sword Division, the Mad Sword, the King of Assassins, and…”

Kubara swallowed nervously before continuing.

“Raon Zieghart led a surprise attack on the White Blood Religion’s headquarters and rescued the King of Beasts.”

He bit her lip, as if he couldn’t believe the words himself.

“How…”

“They used the blood path, but the higher-ups haven’t been able to fully grasp the details yet.”

“Did they… drink the blood?”

“Yes. Fortunately, the blood-drinking process had already been completed.”

“…”

Derus stood from his chair. He closed his eyes, staring at the sun as it broke through the clouds, then slowly nodded his head.

“This may work out for the better.”

“Excuse me?”

Kubara’s eyes widened in confusion at his response.

“Even if they saved Ogram, the broken balance won’t be restored. Moreover…”

Derus’ lips twisted upward.

“That man will never wake up.”

I had severed the connection between Ogram’s body and soul with the energy of death. No matter how skilled Glenn was, it was impossible for anyone to touch the soul. Ogram would never rise again.

“This is the perfect setup to instill fear.”

If Ogram, whom Glenn had saved, never woke up, it would spread greater terror across the continent.

Zieghart’s attack on the White Blood Religion would end up working in my favor.

“The North-South Union must have heard the news as well. Has there been any contact?”

“Well…”

As Kubara began to respond, the door to the office opened without a knock, and Refon Robert stormed in.

“Father!”

Refon ran up to Derus’ desk, slamming his hands on it.

“Is it true that the White Blood Religion leader defeated Ogram?”

His jaw trembled as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Some swordsmen who returned from the field told me! Rumors are already spreading across the entire continent…”

“It’s not true.”

Derus let out a faint smile and shook his head.

“The King of Beasts is one of the most enduring warriors I’ve ever known. There’s no way he would be defeated by someone like the White Blood Religion leader.”

He said this as he gently held Refon’s hand.

“R-really? I thought it was a false rumor from the beginning!”

Relieved, Refon smiled brightly, his admiration for the Six Kings showing clearly.

“Right. Trust in him.”

Derus looked at Refon with warm eyes, but within his benevolent tone, a chilling darkness lurked.

“He’s strong enough not to waver, even if stabbed by a sword.”

* * *

“Why won’t he wake up!”

The Vice Leader of the Beast Alliance ground his teeth as he glared at the healer attending to Ogram.

“It doesn’t make sense that he’s still unconscious with just these wounds!”

“I-I don’t understand it either.”

The healer shook his head, repeatedly checking Ogram’s wounds.

“He should have woken up by now, as you said…”

He trembled, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“How could this be…”

The leader of the Sran Tribe, who had been holding Ogram’s wrist, let out a groan as he opened his eyes.

“Leader of the Sran Tribe. Have you discovered anything?”

The Vice Leader stepped forward with a desperate expression.

“It… it’s hard to believe, but it seems that the connection between the Chief’s body and soul has been severed.”

The leader of the Sran Tribe clenched his teeth, finding the situation unbelievable.

“The connection between body and soul is severed…?”

The Vice Leader approached him, his face blank with confusion.

“His soul is definitely inside his body, but they can’t reach each other.”

“W-what does that mean?”

“If things stay as they are, the Chief will never wake up.”

The leader of the Sran Tribe lowered his head in despair, realizing the gravity of the situation.

“This is…”

The Vice Leader, unable to believe what he was hearing, ground his teeth and personally examined Ogram.

‘What in the world…’

Though his body was healing and his disrupted aura flow had stabilized, Ogram’s eyes remained shut, showing no signs of life—like a man in a vegetative state.

“…Is this some curse from the White Blood Religion?”

Rimmer furrowed his brow as he watched the Vice Leader press on Ogram’s arms and shoulders.

“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of anything like this.”

Sheryl sighed in frustration.

“Lord…”

The Vice Leader, after confirming Ogram’s condition, looked at Glenn with pleading eyes.

“Step aside.”

Glenn nodded and grasped Ogram’s wrist. After a moment, he frowned deeply and shook his head.

“The leader of the Sran Tribe is right. The connection between his body and soul has been severed by the energy of death. If we make a mistake, even if he wakes up, he could end up as a blank slate.”

“Aah…”

Raon’s eyes widened at Glenn’s words.

‘Segmentation!’

Ogram’s body and soul had been separated, not by the White Blood Religion leader’s curse, but by Derus Robert’s handiwork.

‘That damned bastard…’

He hadn’t just ambushed them; he had used segmentation to sever Ogram’s soul. Truly, a despicable man.

“Chief!”

“Khhh…”

The Vice Leader and other leaders of the Beast Alliance began crying out and wailing as they held onto Ogram.

Raon swept his disheveled hair back, furrowing his brow.

‘Damn it.’

I’ve seen Derus’ segmentation before, but I don’t know how to restore a severed soul.

Raon sighed, activating the sensation of Snow Flower, but he couldn’t sense Ogram’s soul at all. It felt out of reach, like something he couldn’t touch.

‘If Wrath were here…’

If that puffball were awake, he would have seen it immediately and told me exactly how to fix it. It was a shame that he was asleep.

‘Wait a moment… immediately?’

Then…

Raon exhaled and activated the Eyes of Wrath.

Wooooooong!

As the power of *Wrath* seeped into his crimson eyes, things that were previously invisible began to come into view.

‘There…’

Inside Ogram’s body, Raon saw a black chain wrapped around something white, binding it tightly.

Gulp.

Raon slowly walked forward and placed his hand on Ogram’s forehead.

“Benefactor? What are you…”

The Vice Leader tried to stop him, but Rimmer stepped in and shook his head.

Woooooong!

As Raon activated the Eyes of Wrath and the Ring of Fire simultaneously, he could vividly feel the black blade Derus Robert had used to bind Ogram’s soul.

But in his current state, Raon didn’t have the strength to tear it apart.

“I might be able to save Sir Ogram.”

Raon, his eyes blazing red with blue wrath mixed in, reached out to Glenn.

“Please help me.”