The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 735

“Argh!”

Derus screamed in agony, curling up—a reaction he hadn’t shown even when the Six Kings tore his limbs apart.

“H-how did it pierce Spirit Manifestation…?”

His trembling lips betrayed his shock as he looked at the divine sword embedded in his back.

“Ah…”

Even Archangel Uriel, who had seemed invincible, let out a low groan.

Disbelief filled his face as he gazed at the demonic sword protruding from his chest, golden blood streaming from the wound.

“Ha…”

Raon exhaled deeply, staring at Uriel and Derus, both shaken and pale.

‘It worked.’

Just as Wrath had claimed, the Authority of Wrath bypassed the impenetrable Spirit Manifestation, striking Uriel and Derus in their hearts.

However, the divine light protecting them hadn’t fully disappeared. They still managed to maintain some focus.

*-It hit perfectly!-*

Wrath pumped his fist triumphantly as he observed Uriel’s twisted expression.

*-Keep hitting him! Smash that hideous face of his!-*

Wrath gleefully pushed more wrath into Raon, urging him to press on, even if killing them was difficult.

‘Give me a moment….’

Raon leaned forward slightly, shaking his head.

Having maintained the sword realm for so long and unleashed his power all at once, dizziness threatened to overwhelm him. He needed to catch his breath.

“Raon, just what are you…?”

Glenn exhaled sharply, looking at Raon with disbelief.

“How could your attack break through Spirit Manifestation?”

King Lecross swallowed dryly, unable to believe what he had witnessed.

“Don’t you know by now? Raon isn’t someone logic applies to!”

Chamber snorted, brushing off the astonishment as if this weren’t the first time.

“I-I’m scared…”

Larian’s trembling eyes darted toward Raon as if he couldn’t make sense of him.

“Raon, can you still fight?”

Ogram lifted his bloodied fist and asked, his tone desperate.

“You’re the only one who can strike them down now!”

“I can fight, but even if I give my all, I can’t kill them.”

Raon bit his lip, shaking his head. Both Uriel and Derus possessed overwhelming power, and piercing their Spirit Manifestation wasn’t enough to end them.

“Raon!”

Derus glared at him, baring bloodied teeth.

“Who the hell are you?! What are you hiding?!”

He roared as he forcibly ripped the divine sword from his back, crimson blood pouring from the wound.

*Clang!*

The demonic sword embedded in Uriel’s abdomen fell to the ground as well.

However, despite being an Archangel, the wound in Uriel’s body remained open, golden blood dripping freely.

“Human.”

Uriel’s sharp gaze turned to Raon, his delicate jaw tilting slightly to one side.

“Who are you?”

His azure eyes seemed to burn with a dark flame, reminiscent of the chilling presence Wrath had brought forth.

“How does a mere human wield such a filthy authority?”

Uriel’s frigid glare carried a murderous intent, demanding answers.

Fortunately, while he could sense Wrath’s *wrath*, he seemed unaware of Wrath’s presence within Raon.

“The filth here is you.”

Raon endured the crushing pressure of Uriel’s aura and smirked.

“You’re the most disgusting creature I’ve seen, more vile than any human or demon I’ve encountered.”

“As expected, you know no humility.”

Uriel’s icy eyes filled with thick killing intent.

“That emotional power is not something you, a mere human, can handle….”

“Shut up, pigeon.”

Raon waved dismissively at Uriel.

Uriel froze, his jaw dropping slightly as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

*-He’s completely thrown off!-*

Wrath laughed, clutching his sides in glee.

*-That arrogant pigeon didn’t expect to get insulted by a human! Look at his face—it’s priceless!-*

Wrath wagged his tail joyfully, savoring Uriel’s stunned reaction.

“What about Refon? What happened to Refon Robert?”

Raon clenched his teeth, glaring at Derus.

“You’re still thinking about that…?”

Derus scoffed weakly as he pushed himself to his feet.

“You’ve grown soft since I last saw you.”

Forcing his flesh to knit together, Derus tilted his head.

“I’ll explain simply: Refon was just a shell.”

“A… shell?”

“As you know, what matters in a fruit is its core. As long as the core ripens properly, the shell doesn’t matter. It can rot or fall apart—it’s irrelevant.”

Using blood pooled in his palm, Derus drew a circular shape resembling a fruit.

“Refon’s existence was like that shell. The child existed, but the moment his purpose as a shell was fulfilled….”

Derus clenched his fist, causing the blood-formed fruit to shatter into nothing.

“…He disappeared, leaving nothing behind.”

Derus smiled coldly, brushing off his hands as if dismissing Refon entirely.

“Answer me. Why did you compare me to a pigeon?”

Uriel, visibly upset, tried to restore his composure.

Just as Uriel began to erase his Spirit Manifestation and reached out toward Raon, a dark shadow appeared before him.

“Do you wish to die?”

It was Glenn.

His Heavenly Blade emanated the mysterious power of the Soul-Severing Blade, pushing back Uriel’s divine light.

“This is getting messy.”

Uriel bit his lip, clearly displeased with how things had unfolded.

“This ends here. You can’t stop what’s coming anyway.”

“Don’t you feel anything? After raising that boy as your son?” Glenn demanded.

“Feel? What exactly?”

Derus tilted his head, his expression genuinely puzzled.

“Good. That’s good.”

Raon sneered darkly, his smile savage like that of a starving predator.

“Now I can destroy everything you’ve built without a shred of guilt.”

He clenched his teeth, his vow clear.

“Human,” Uriel interrupted, standing before Derus.

“Why did you call me a pigeon?”

Uriel’s piercing gaze alternated between Glenn and Raon. Then he began to fade once more, light engulfing his form.

‘Now!’

As Uriel’s presence dimmed, Raon drew out his dagger.

The dagger, sharpened with *wrath* and mana, flew toward Uriel and Derus with unparalleled speed.

*BOOM!*

The dagger’s flawless trajectory carried it straight toward their hearts.

“I anticipated this.”

Uriel, prepared this time, summoned his divine power to block the attack.

*CLANG!*

The dagger, though swift and precise, was deflected and fell harmlessly to the ground.

But Raon’s true target wasn’t Uriel or Derus.

‘I know I can’t capture them.’

Seizing the distraction, Raon moved to the side, stepping onto the Supreme Harmony Steps.

With a fist imbued with *wrath* and immense strength, he struck the Sword Corps leader, Barian, whose Spirit Manifestation had weakened.

*BAM!*

Barian, struck hard across the cheek, was flung out of the golden formation. The Spirit Manifestation around him dissipated, and the other Sword Corps members collapsed to the ground.

“Master of the Magic Tower!”

Raon called out to Larian the moment Barian was subdued.

Without hesitation, Larian used his thread magic to bind all the Sword Corps members.

“Strike their hearts! There’s bound to be a Rage Worm!”

“Leave it to me!”

Chamber nodded, extending her hand.

The hearts of the Sword Corps members trembled violently as if about to burst.

‘This will do.’

Although losing Kubara was unfortunate, capturing Barian, one of Derus’ trusted subordinates, could yield valuable information.

“This is disappointing.”

Raon stepped on Barian’s head, smirking.

“I was aiming for you.”

Uriel’s eyes twitched with displeasure, his veins visible as he glared at Raon.

“You’re just as arrogant and insolent as him.”

It was clear whom Uriel was referring to—the Demon King of Wrath.

“Raon Zieghart!”

For the first time, Derus spoke his full name, his voice seething with rage.

“I’ll personally kill you. I’ll cast everything around you into misery!”

Red light glimmered in his eyes as he gave in to his wrath.

“No.”

Raon stood tall, meeting Derus’ gaze fearlessly.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll destroy everything you’ve built, everything you’ve fought for.”

His clenched fists shook with barely contained anger, his vow echoing with conviction.

“You won’t achieve a single thing before you die.”

Raon raised his chin, swearing an oath that contained his anger.

“Your mouth has gotten stronger it seems.”

Derus clenched his teeth, his frown deepening as his reddened eyes burned with intensity. The dry, palpable weight of murderous intent lingered in the air, held at bay only by the presence of Glenn.

“Human. If you can, try it.”

Uriel, having regained his composure, sneered.

“With that feeble authority of yours? Impossible.”

He dismissed not only Raon but even Wrath with a shake of his head.

-W-worm? That bastard said it again!-

Wrath screamed furiously, leaping forward.

-Kill him! You must kill him no matter what!-

Wrath shook his head vehemently, declaring that Uriel could not be allowed to leave under any circumstances.

*Whoooosh!*

As the holy light enveloped Uriel, Derus, and Kubara, preparing to take the three of them away, Raon moved his lips once more.

“Hey, pigeon. Next time we meet, I’ll pluck every last feather from your wings.”

Uriel’s golden eyes flared with anger at Raon’s words, but before he could respond, his figure disappeared entirely into the golden light.

*-That pigeon can’t even handle being called names!-*

Wrath chuckled gleefully, his laughter filling Raon’s mind.

*-I knew it! Your sharp tongue works even on Angels. It’s perfect for dealing with those arrogant bastards.-*

Raon did not smile.

He stepped forward, walking across the crumbled ground, and picked up the blood-soaked biography of Raon Zieghart.

The first page, where he had promised to leave his autograph, was soaked in blood and torn apart. The sight of it pierced his heart like needles.

‘We only spoke twice.’

Their first meeting had been at the Six Kings Conference, where Refon shyly declared himself a fan. The second had been when Refon briefly explained the usurper’s plans.

For someone like Raon, who wasn’t easily moved by others, the overwhelming anger he felt was unusual.

But Refon’s life had mirrored his own. No, it had been even crueler—a life built entirely on lies.

Understanding that pain, Raon vowed to avenge Refon. And it wouldn’t just be revenge. It would be absolute.

Raon carefully tucked the blood-soaked book into his coat and turned to Glenn.

“Master. This isn’t over yet.”

“Indeed,” Glenn replied, his gaze heavy as he nodded.

“Everyone saw it—Derus Robert, the man who wields the Blue Dragon Helm, is not only a master swordsman but also the leader of the Shadow Assassins.”

His serene yet commanding tone brought clarity to the warriors, who were still grappling with the shock of what they had witnessed.

“I… I still can’t believe it.”

“We saw it with our own eyes! How could we not believe it?”

“Derus Robert betrayed the Six Kings and summoned an Archangel….”

“There’s no denying it now.”

The warriors clenched their fists, their lips quivering in anger and betrayal. The fire of vengeance lit in their eyes.

“From this moment on, we strike at the Robert family. Everyone, follow me.”

At Glenn’s command, Chamber and Larian stepped forward.

*Buzz!*

The two of them activated their magic, and a massive dimensional gate, towering as high as a fortress wall, appeared before them.

“This leads directly to the Robert family estate.”

Chamber patted her chest confidently.

“I prepared it in advance…,” Larian added, lightly touching the edge of the gate with her fingertips.

“I’ll remain here,” Ogram said, sitting down in front of the dimensional gate.

“Someone needs to keep an eye on these prisoners.”

He gestured toward Barian and the captured members of the Sword Corps.

“We’ll return quickly,” Glenn replied, trusting Ogram’s decision. He then stood before the dimensional gate.

“Let’s go. To the Robert family.”

Placing a firm hand on Raon’s shoulder, Glenn was the first to step into the gate.

The leaders of the Six Kings and the warriors from neutral factions followed, their determination unwavering.

*Crunch.*

Raon clenched his fists tightly as he gazed into the shimmering blue light of the dimensional gate.

‘I promised I would destroy everything you’ve built.’

This was the beginning.

Raon’s crimson eyes burned with resolve as they reflected the image of the Robert family estate, consumed by an infernal blaze.