The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 734
The first to react to Derus’ bizarre statement was naturally Refon Robert, the one directly implicated.
“D-Dad…?”
Refon looked up at Derus with a forced smile, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
“What do you mean I’m not human? What nonsense are you talking about!”
He couldn’t even accept the fact that Derus was the Blue Dragon Helm, so this revelation left him utterly shocked.
“There’s no need to worry, Refon. You are a truly extraordinary existence.”
As if reassuring him, Derus stroked Refon’s cheek with a blood-soaked hand. A crimson glow began to form over his sunken eyes.
“Master of the Magic Tower!”
Raon bit his lip and called out to Larian, who stood to his right.
“The thread magic hasn’t been broken yet…”
Larian, still restraining Derus’ arms, legs, and neck with thread, exhaled nervously.
“That’s not magic,” Chamber interjected, glaring at Derus with a wrinkled brow.
“Nothing triggered the magic circle that restricts the use of artifacts and mana.”
She shook her head, affirming it wasn’t magic nor any skill involving mana.
“It’s not martial arts either,” King Lecross swallowed dryly, raising his sword.
“Yes, Derus hasn’t moved an inch from that spot,” Glenn remarked, narrowing his eyes. “Refon simply appeared there, as if he teleported.”
“Then what on earth is this? What happened?!”
Unable to comprehend, Ogram pounded his tightly clenched fist against the ground.
“Derus Robert.”
Raon chewed on the inside of his cheek as he stared at Derus, who held Refon in his arms.
‘What the hell did you do?’
The Master of the Magic Tower controlled him with thread magic, Chamber blocked the use of magic and artifacts with her magic circle, and Glenn, Lecross, and Ogram suppressed him with their auras. Yet, whatever Derus had done was incomprehensible.
‘Could it be…,’
Did he borrow the power of a Demon King?
The Demon King’s authority, like Wrath’s *-Wrath-,* isn’t mana or aura. It utilizes the emotions of its wielder, making it difficult even for transcendents to resist.
‘The only remaining Demon Kings are *-Pride-* and *-Lust-.*’
But Pride was said to be associated with Eden, and there was no trace of Lust’s influence.
‘Rather…’
A faint sense of holiness, akin to the divine power he had encountered in the Supere Kingdom when he faced the Holy Maiden’s divine force, lingered.
If Derus had truly used the power of a Demon King, Wrath would have immediately pointed it out.
‘Wrath.’
Raon steadied his breathing and turned around.
‘Do you know anything about this…?’
*-He’s lost his mind.-*
Wrath’s eyes deepened more than ever before.
*-Why is that vile energy present here?-*
His anger surged more fiercely than when he had encountered other Demon Kings, grinding his teeth in fury.
‘What is that energy?’
*-It’s the divine power of the Angels!-*
Wrath grimaced, declaring it the energy of the Angels, and a particularly potent force at that.
‘Ce…lestials?’
It was unimaginable that the name of the Angels would arise here. It felt as if he had been struck on the back of his head with a hammer.
*-Haven’t I always told you?!-*
Wrath swung his arms as he shouted angrily.
*-The Angels are completely different entities from what you humans imagine them to be!-*
He shook his head violently, saying they were even more dangerous than the Demons.
‘Damn it!’
If Wrath was telling the truth, they couldn’t afford to leave Derus alone any longer.
If the divine power he wielded was similar to the Demon King’s authority, the consequences could be catastrophic.
“We have to strike now! Even if we can’t extract information, he must be killed!”
Raon raised his divine and demonic swords, aiming them at Derus.
“I know.”
Glenn also sensed the dangerous energy emanating from Derus and raised the Heavenly Tremor.
*BOOM!*
As crimson lightning burst from the tip of his sword, Derus’ right torso, which held Refon, was blown away in an instant.
“Kuhh…”
Before Derus could cough up blood, Chamber’s magic and King Lecross’ swordsmanship tore apart his lower half as well.
“This way!”
Raon stepped on the Supreme Harmony Steps to rescue Refon.
While it might not have been rational, the terror in the child’s eyes mirrored his own past, making it impossible for him to stand by idly.
*-No!-*
As Raon reached out for Refon, Wrath let out a scream.
*-The medium isn’t your nemesis; it’s that child!-*
Wrath waved his arms frantically, urging him not to approach.
‘What do you mean…?’
As Raon swallowed nervously, Derus, who had fallen lifelessly to the ground, rose like a zombie and pulled Refon into his arms again.
“Haa…”
Despite wounds that should have been fatal for any human, Derus regenerated in an instant, reverting to his original state.
“What… what is this…?”
The Master of the Magic Tower trembled, his fingers quaking as he dropped to his knees.
“The magic is distorting!”
His eyes widened in horror as the thread magic began to lose its grip.
“Are you really my father…?”
Refon stammered despite the malice pressing down on him.
What terrified him more than death or the current situation was the possibility that Derus might not be his parent.
“Refon.”
Derus ignored the boy’s question, smiling eerily.
“I never gave you a coming-of-age gift, did I?”
“What… does that even matter now…?”
Refon couldn’t comprehend the situation, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“Thank you.”
Looking at the red sword he had once gifted Refon, Derus plunged his hand into the boy’s left chest. (Tl Note: What a fking sick bastard!)
*Splurt!*
A ghastly hole appeared in Refon’s chest, spilling an unsettling amount of dark blood.
“D-Dad… why…?”
Refon’s eyes began to dim as darkness swallowed him. Without receiving the answer he sought, the child breathed his last.
*Thud.*
A thick book fell from Refon’s chest, marking the end of his life.
“Ah…”
Raon trembled as he looked at Refon’s lifeless body.
‘What is this…?’
He had thought Derus might hold Refon hostage or use him for some transformation, but he never imagined he would kill the boy by destroying his heart.
What had just transpired was incomprehensible. His mind felt blank, as if emptied entirely.
“You bastard!”
With a roar, Glenn’s sword split Derus’ abdomen in two with crimson lightning.
“You dare call yourself a father?!”
King Lecross, consumed by genuine fury, drove his blade into Derus’ neck.
“You filthy wretch, unworthy even of the term ‘trash!’”
Chamber screamed as she tore Derus’ remaining limbs apart.
*BOOM!*
The leaders of the Six Kings, restrained earlier by Refon, unleashed their murderous intent without hesitation.
“Kuhh…”
Derus collapsed, spewing black blood. Even his supreme regenerative ability failed, leaving his severed limbs unrecovered.
“I won’t last long…”
He chuckled weakly, his voice dry and cracked.
“What’s the meaning of this?!”
Grinding his teeth, Glenn drove his sword into Derus’ heart.
“That was your son!”
This time, Glenn’s anger overflowed with grief, having learned the value of family.
“He’s neither my son nor a human,” Derus wheezed, his voice faltering.
“Come out, Uriel.”
Derus stuck out his tongue, glaring at Refon’s corpse.
“You wouldn’t want me dead, would you?”
At his faint words, the blood that filled the dueling grounds turned into a radiant golden light.
*Thump-thump!*
A thunderous heartbeat echoed from Refon’s lifeless body.
*Whooosh!*
A fiery glow burst forth, forming a new heart in his chest.
‘What is that…?’
Raon swallowed hard, staring at the heart blazing within Refon.
‘A ring of fire…?’
Strangely, the flames in Refon’s heart resembled the Ring of Fire.
—
*Crackle!*
Glenn unleashed his lightning-covered Heavenly Tremor to halt Refon’s transformation.
However, the sacred flames surging over Refon’s body repelled Glenn’s sword strikes and expanded into an enormous pillar of light.
*-It’s coming!-*
Wrath growled like a beast, veins bulging on his forehead.
‘Is there a way to stop it?’
*-Impossible! Once that child arrived, the descent became inevitable!-*
Wrath shook his head violently, declaring that no action could prevent what was already set in motion.
*Whoooosh!*
From within the towering sacred flames, a being beyond human comprehension emerged.
Golden hair and blue eyes—features common in this world—but the very presence of this figure was overwhelming.
Each strand of his golden hair radiated like sunlight, and the vast skies seemed reflected in his azure eyes.
His pure white robes resembled a pristine snowfield, adorned with golden ornaments that exuded elegance and nobility.
Three peculiar flaming horns hung from his waist, emitting an ominous aura simply by their presence.
“So disgraceful.”
The angel Derus had called Uriel wrinkled his nose, as though repulsed by the very world itself.
‘This is….’
Raon’s lips trembled, unable to even lift a finger.
‘An Angel?’
*-No, not just any Angel.-*
Wrath clenched his fists, staring intently at Uriel.
*-That’s Archangel Uriel! Among the Angels, he’s the most loathsome of them all!-*
Wrath’s voice was seething with hatred, his animosity unmistakable.
“Uriel…” Chamber muttered, her gaze locked onto the Archangel, her eyes trembling.
“One of the Seven Archangels…”
She swallowed hard, her voice hoarse as she acknowledged the highest-ranking Angels.
“You’re in terrible shape,” Uriel said, ignoring everyone else as his gaze fell on Derus.
“How dare you take so long to appear after being summoned?”
Derus sneered, not at Uriel but at the empty air.
“Hmph.”
Uriel waved a hand, and Derus’ torn body began to mend. His ashen face regained its color, a miraculous feat beyond human comprehension.
Yet, despite this restoration, the wound etched on Derus’ hand remained.
Uriel frowned, clearly displeased by the lingering mark, but turned his attention elsewhere.
“This filthy place is not worth even a moment longer.”
He extended his hand, and angelic wings of exquisite beauty unfolded from his back.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Glenn said, stepping forward with an unyielding gaze.
“Archangel or Demon King, it makes no difference. I’ll sever your neck right here.”
His Heavenly Tremor radiated killing intent as it aimed directly at Uriel.
For the first time, Uriel’s emotionless gaze wavered as he regarded Glenn.
“How are you still standing at this level? Without anyone to bear the burden of causality, you remain alone at this peak. How utterly absurd.”
His voice dripped with disdain, his loathing for humanity blatant.
“Don’t engage with him,” Derus said, standing beside Uriel and shaking his head.
“Even for you, he’s dangerous.”
Derus brushed off the dried blood from his forehead as he spoke.
“You underestimate us too much,” Chamber said, stepping forward with a scowl.
“Do you think you can leave just because you feel like it?”
She unleashed a mana barrier that spread across the area, trapping Uriel within.
“Hmph.”
Larian combined his thread magic with shadow magic, forming a prison-like structure around Uriel.
“Angel or not, your grave will be here!” Ogram and King Lecross surged forward with unrelenting resolve.
“Humans…” Uriel tilted his chin, his golden eyebrows knitting together.
“You always overestimate yourselves.”
He casually touched one of the flaming horns on his waist, its ominous aura deepening.
Raon felt a chill down his spine as Uriel’s voice grew colder, filled with disgust for humanity.
“However, today is not the day.”
With a snap of his fingers, Uriel, Derus, and his subordinates began to glow with a translucent light.
It wasn’t mere transparency—it felt as though their very existence was vanishing from this place.
“Attack!”
“Stop him!”
Chamber and King Lecross launched their magic and sword strikes simultaneously.
“Hraaah!”
“Take this!”
Larian and Ogram joined in with their combined assaults, but nothing worked. Uriel and Derus’ forms passed through all attacks as if they were no longer bound to this world.
“What’s going on?!”
“Why isn’t anything working?”
“No matter how strong an Archangel is, this shouldn’t be possible!”
The leaders of the Six Kings gnashed their teeth, watching Uriel fade.
*-It’s Spirit Manifestation.-*
Wrath shook his head grimly.
*-In that state, even transcendents cannot touch him.-*
He scowled, saying that all forms of mana and aura would fail against them now.
‘What kind of outrageous power is this…?’
*-However, he can’t attack in that state either. It’s purely for escape.-*
Wrath growled in frustration as Uriel attempted to flee.
Glenn stepped forward, his Heavenly Tremor shrouded in an ethereal mist.
‘The Soul-Severing Blade?’
It was the legendary sword technique capable of cutting down even the leaders of the Five Demons and dragons in a single stroke.
“That blade…”
Uriel’s calm demeanor faltered as his eyes widened. The Soul-Severing Blade seemed capable of piercing even his Spirit Manifestation.
“If you move, I’ll cut you down,” Glenn said, his cold voice dripping with murderous intent.
“That blade could indeed reach me,” Uriel admitted, his tone heavy.
“But if I die, you will cease to exist as well.”
His unwavering gaze carried certainty.
“You seem to have much left to protect. Will you risk it?”
Uriel surveyed the trembling people around him, his calm expression showing no concern for his own life.
“Hmm…”
Glenn glanced at Raon. His grip on the Heavenly Tremor trembled ever so slightly.
“We’ll meet again soon,” Uriel said, tapping one of the flaming horns at his waist.
“There’s not much time left.”
His figure faded entirely, leaving only faint echoes of his golden light.
Glenn’s hands clenched tightly, but in the end, he didn’t swing his sword.
Raon stared at Refon’s fallen form, grinding his teeth in rage.
‘That book….’
Amid the blood-soaked ground lay the biography of Raon Zieghart, a memento Refon had held out shyly.
*Rumble!*
Memories of Refon’s innocent smile overlapped with the bloodied book, causing Raon’s suppressed fury to explode uncontrollably.
‘Wrath!’
Raon clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on the spot where Uriel and Derus had vanished.
‘Is there anything you can do? I’ll accept your fury!’
*-No need for that! I’ll help you, but don’t let those scoundrels escape!-*
As Wrath roared, a massive surge of anger flowed from the icy flower bracelet connected to him.
*-Divine power and my authority are opposites! Even Spirit Manifestation can’t stop us!-*
Wrath declared his confidence, shaking his fists in rage.
*Whoooosh!*
Raon gathered Wrath’s fury and the power of the Ring of Fire into his divine and demonic swords.
*Boom!*
He stepped forward, pouring every ounce of his strength into his strike.
Both swords, glowing red and blue, shot forward and pierced Uriel and Derus’ backs.
*Splurt!*