The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 256
Raon saw the powerful aura and cold energy surging through the air. The left half of the 4th Apostle's body had been brutally torn off, as if devoured by a beast.
Pukaaak!
From the wound where his chest and shoulders had been sliced with a saw, a grayish blood gushed out, sending chills down one's spine.
"Cluck... ." The 4th Apostle collapsed without even screaming, his eyes rolling back. His breathing slowly faded.
"Huu..."
Raon exhaled the breath he had been holding. Although the time he held his breath was short, his body felt sluggish after releasing his power all at once. 'I guess I was tense too, after a long time.' The assassination in his previous life had been as easy as eating rice, but doing it now felt a bit strange.
But he didn't dislike it. It meant he had become closer to a swordsman than an assassin.
Raon looked down at the Requiem Sword stained with gray blood and smirked. 'Thinking about it, this was the first time.' It seemed he had assassinated the enemy not by Derus Robert's command but with his own will for the first time. Although he had the Green King, since it failed, he decided to count it as an exception.
-You bastard...
Wrath climbed onto the bracelet and glared at Raon.
-When did you learn assassination techniques.
In the past, when he tried to cut the neck of the guy wearing a helmet but only sliced the shoulder, it was awkward and he didn't even laugh, but the assassination he showed now was different.
He struck the enemy's heart before he could react, exploding the power he had been crouching with, like a skilled assassin. It was a perfect assassination method to take down a Master with excellent defense.
-This is not a method for beginners.
Raon, who had only done two assassinations, doing such bold attacks didn't make sense. Someone must have taught him assassination techniques. 'Of course, it's self-taught.' Raon gripped the Requiem Sword and shrugged his shoulder. 'There's a proverb that all flows return to one. As my swordsmanship improves, I can do assassination too.' Since he couldn't tell Wrath about his previous life, he vaguely explained it.
-You always feel it, but you are really a crazy guy.
'Is this a compliment?' -Of course it's an insult! And...
'And?'
-Hmph. No.
Wrath waved his hand with a cold smile. He had a subtle smile as if he knew something, but Raon could read his thoughts.
"You..."
The voice coming from right in front was strange, so Raon turned his head. Morell was holding his neck with blood flowing down, trembling his lips.
"W-w-what... when, how..."
He was so flustered that the question was weird.
"I jumped in because you looked very dangerous. It wasn't a needless interference, right?"
"Huu, of course."
Morell let out a tired sigh mixed with blood.
"Thanks to you, I lived. Thank you."
He bowed his head without any hesitation. It seemed like gratitude not just for saving himself but for saving everyone in Valkar here.
"Thank you?"
Raon tilted his chin.
"Eh?"
"Thank you, right?"
"T-t-thank you... No! The honorific speech ended in Forvan City!"
"Ah, I see."
Raon smiled faintly and nodded.
"You are really... even after a long time..."
"Here, take this."
Raon threw the medicine for wounds with a smirk. Morell was the type who acknowledged and accepted, not having a bad image like Princess Jayna.
Huuu!
As Morell received the medicine, the storm of aura from the aura and cold energy subsided, revealing the appearance of the 4th Apostle who had fallen to the ground.
"Kyaaak!"
"A, Apostle!"
"W-what!"
"I, it's impossible!" The 4th Apostle lying motionless on the ground, the White Blood Cultists let out screams of tearing their flesh.
"R, Raon-nim?"
"Raon Zieghart!"
"Why is that guy here..."
"H-he defeated the Apostle?"
On the other hand, the mages and knights of Valkar Kingdom opened their mouths wide seeing Raon standing before the Apostle.
"Uhek..."
Especially Princess Jayna's eyes widened as if they would tear apart, more surprised than when facing the High Priest. Everyone had expressions as if they didn't understand the situation.
"Raon? Raon Zieghart?"
"The guy who defeated the 7th Apostle..."
"W-when did he come?"
The White Blood Cultists, realizing Raon's identity, sparked flames of anger in their eyes. They were gnashing their teeth in anger at having defeated the 7th Apostle and then the 4th.
"H-he did it?"
Dorian, who entered late, shouted seeing the fallen 4th Apostle. 'As expected, that guy...'
-That idiot!
[Haha. This is really...]
Raon, Wrath, and Loengrin simultaneously glared at Dorian with the words that should not be said after defeating the enemy, the top one being "I killed him".
"You did it! As expected, Lord Dorian!"
Dorian shouted another forbidden word and grinned.
"Kill them all! Kill them all! Do not let any live!"
The High Priest waved a blood energy spear with his staff and shouted. The White Blood Cultists scattered around came like waves.
"It won't mean anything."
Raon looked at the fallen 4th Apostle with faint eyes instead of the White Blood Cult, gripping the Requiem Sword tighter. 'Everything you did.'
* * *
As per Dorian's curse, the 4th Apostle did not die but hid, crouching with his body tense. 'I almost died.' If his judgment was even a little late, he would have really died.
Thanks to moving his heart with blood energy at the moment the red blade pierced his skin, he barely survived.
He had lost his left shoulder and upper body, taking a fatal wound as if he was about to die, but it was okay. If that guy dies, everything will be solved.
Goooo.
The 4th Apostle bit his tongue to endure the pain. To not let anyone notice, he slowly operated the blood energy so that no one could sense the remaining aura from the corpse with cut breath. 'I'll kill you the same way.' Just as he was ambushed from behind, he would burst the enemy's heart from Raon's back. He waited, clenching his hand holding the sword, for the right moment.
"Kill him!"
The High Priest shouted revenge and scattered blood energy, directing the attack.
The blood energy was surging, and the Cultists were rushing towards Raon.
Tuk!
Raon's footsteps were heard. He turned his body to approach the High Priest. 'Now!' The 4th Apostle exploded the blood energy he had gathered and stood up. He lifted the sword behind him to stab Raon's heart in an instant. But...
"Eh?"
Why is this guy looking at me?
Raon Zieghart, who should have looked at the High Priest, was looking this way.
"You've already finished pretending to be dead?"
A chill ran up his spine with the slightly raised mouth corner accompanying the low voice. 'This, this guy knew everything... Kugh!' Before thrusting the sword he had lifted, Raon's short sword grazed his neck. With a cold sensation, strength left his body.
"Why..." The 4th Apostle trembled his chin, holding the red line cut from his neck with his remaining hand.
"Why do you know..."
Raon smiled faintly looking at the 4th Apostle turning away.
"Beasts have the most gaps when hunting."
"Kuk..." The 4th Apostle wielded the unused blood energy to activate regeneration. Even though he was using all his power for regeneration, the torn flesh and sword wound on his neck did not recover.
"W-what? Why is regeneration..."
If it was his White Blood Aura, he could regenerate wounds from Ganggi, but strangely, the wound made by that short sword did not regenerate. He was cutting the blood energy with blood energy.
"Regeneration doesn't work well?"
"T-that sword is..."
"This guy is breathing to kill you guys. You can't stop it with blood energy."
"Wai... Kugh!"
Raon held the Requiem Sword upside down. After confirming the 4th Apostle's heart deviated to the right with the Demonic Eye of Wrath, he struck it down.
Pukaaak!
The aura gathered in the sword tip of the Requiem Sword burned in the 4th Apostle's heart, and gray blood and blood filled with the heart spurted out like a fountain.
"Hu..." The life in the 4th Apostle's eyes began to fade. The White Blood Aura gathered in his heart was all sucked out, and even the White Blood Cult Leader couldn't save him.
"Wa, he was alive..."
Dorian scratched his head with a puzzled look.
"'I killed him' is not a word to say. Curse it, curse it."
Raon smiled faintly looking at Dorian.
"A, Apostle!"
"Save the Apostle!"
"St, stop!"
"Kyaaaa!"
The White Blood Cultists realized the Apostle was dying and threw their bodies raising all blood energy.
Sreureung!
Raon sheathed the Requiem Sword. After purifying the turbid aura and Glacia's energy with the Ring of Fire, he pulled out the Requiem Sword again.
Chiiiiiing!
The melody of blood aura blooming on the red blade covered the cave.
"Kuk!"
"Kkuok..."
"Auik..."
The White Blood Cultists vomited blood and fell to the ground. Only the High Priest remained standing.
On the other hand, it had no effect on the other people inside. Blood Aura was literally a deadly sword technique only for the White Blood Cultists.
"T-that sword..."
The High Priest opened his mouth, trembling the hand holding the staff. His slightly revealed mouth was a mess with blood.
"This is a martial art only for you."
Raon swung the Requiem Sword and approached the High Priest.
"O, don't come!"
The High Priest stepped back and raised his staff. Countless blood energy blades poured down from the staff. 'They are falling without aiming.' The blood energy blades were not aiming at a target but covering the entire space like rain. It was easy to avoid or block.
Huuu!
After reading the direction of Raon's blood energy, he stamped his foot on the ground.
"You idiot!"
The High Priest curled his mouth and changed the direction of the blood energy. The blood energy blades spreading in a fan shape gathered like sharp needles and aimed at the vital points of the whole body. 'I could change the direction.' Changing the trajectory of the blood energy storm covering the space itself in an instant seemed stronger than the High Priest Raon met in Forvan City.
But.
"So what?"
Raon smiled coldly and activated the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation. The blade of the Requiem Sword turned red like it was heated in fire, and a group of flame flowers rose.
Ten Thousand Flames - Hundred Flowers.
Flower Spirit.
The flame flower petals blooming from the sword tip spread with the wind and collided with the blood energy.
Kwa kwa kwa gwang!
The fragments of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation imbued with the power of aura melted the High Priest's blood energy without missing even one.
Hwaaaaa!
What remained in the cave was only the fragments of the Flower Spirit scattering magnificent light.
"Was that all?"
Raon walked between the sinking Flower Spirit and stood before the High Priest.
"Ah..."
The High Priest trembled his chin and stepped back.
"Now it's over..."
"Die!"
The High Priest didn't back down but jumped forward. He gathered all the remaining blood energy in the staff and thrust it into his heart.
"As expected."
Raon nodded with cool eyes. 'This is the White Blood Cult.' The White Blood Cult does not confess sins, does not beg, does not seek forgiveness. They are typical crazy people who believe only they are right and only they are just.
So, they would suck human blood and tear flesh.
Raon stepped on Garam Footwork and dove into the High Priest's bosom, stabbing his heart with the Requiem Sword. It was a bit thicker than the Apostle but the white blood vessels stained the floor.
"Kkuuuk..."
The High Priest rolled his eyes not with resentment but with displeasure and fell.
Requiem Sword Absorbs Massive Blood Energy
Requiem Sword Purifies Blood Energy
A strong vibration came from the Requiem Sword. 'This is the first time I've obtained this much blood energy.' Because he absorbed the blood energy of the Apostle and High Priest, he couldn't predict how much his stats would rise this time. 'I wonder how much I'll rise. Right?'
-Don't push it! That's all mine, King...
Wrath was already biting his lips as if worried.
Raon wiped the blood on the Requiem Sword and looked up. The cave was filled with thick silence.
"M, mad..."
"Killing the Apostle and High Priest so easily..."
"Raon Zieghart, that genius called Frost Flower Sword Hero?"
"T, that's not at the level of genius. He's a monster."
"I heard he was under 20 years old..."
The warriors, shadow, and small forces of Valkar Kingdom all opened their eyes wide, revealing their shock.
It was only different from Raon alone defeating the entire White Blood Cult in the cave, so their reactions were natural.
"R, Raon-nim!"
Zatis approached with a bright smile.
"Thank you for saving me!"
He bowed his head with a bright smile without any awkwardness. He still didn't think about forces and forces but only expressed gratitude for the situation.
"Receiving help every time, I really have nothing to say."
Zatis scratched the back of his head saying he felt sorry.
"No."
Raon shook his head. Zatis had grown even more since Forvan. If he maintained that clear personality, he would definitely rise high.
"W, then..."
As he stomped the ground making the cave ring, the Valkar, small forces, and shadows all flinched and stepped back.
"I will clearly say this. Zieghart has no intention of yielding Loengrin's legacy. If you have complaints, let's end it here."
"Uhm..."
"Kuk..."
As expected, no one opened their mouth. Who would oppose a monster that beheaded the White Blood Cult Apostle in one breath? Even Morell, who was the only one who could face them here, had received the silver of salvation, so everyone kept their mouths shut.
"T, that means Zieghart will take care of all of it?"
After a short silence, a middle-aged man with gray hair came forward from the small forces. Expert Peak-Class. It seemed this guy was the representative of the small forces.
"Yes."
Raon nodded without hesitation.
"That's a bit too much, right? Valkar too..."
"Huu!"
Morell cut off the middle-aged man's words with a sigh.
"Salamander received the silver of salvation from Raon Zieghart. Do not back down here."
He came forward and handed over the medicine for wounds.
"You don't mean to brush it off with just that one word, do you?"
"What do you think I am? I don't live as dirty as you Danjang like."
"With that said, I believe."
As Raon nodded, Morell frowned and turned his head.
"Let's go back."
"W, wait!"
Princess Jayna stood up abruptly saying no.
"Coming all this way and just leaving..."
"Princess. Now..."
"Ah, Princess Jayna."
Raon stopped Morell's words and approached Princess Jayna. Smiling faintly, he opened his mouth saying 'contract'.
"Kkiik!"
Only then, remembering that he had signed the special contract, Princess Jayna's face turned pale.
"Long time no see."
"Long time no see..."
"Long time no see?"
"O, long time no see."
Jayna trembled her lips and nodded.
"So, is there any problem with my proposal?"
"N, no..."
She didn't even lift her head and sniffled. It seemed embarrassment and anger were coming at the same time.
"Uhm, this is the second time I've saved Princess Jayna. Shouldn't I receive some kind of reward for this?"
"Kuk..."
"Right? I've saved Princess Jayna of the Forbidden Valley of Valkar twice, so I should give a gift or a curse..."
"Valkar is not a place that doesn't know shame. They repay life for life, blood for blood, so no need to worry."
With Morell's words and gaze, Princess Jayna's whole body trembled. She put her hand in her bosom and took out a golden badge. It had 'Jayna' written on it.
"Here..."
Jayna handed over the badge with her hand trembling like a patient with a stroke.
"As expected, Princess Jayna is generous."
Raon accepted her badge without refusal. 'I did well to take the weakness.' This would work on the Valkar Kingdom King too.
It was a widely known story that the Valkar Kingdom King cherished Jayna. A pretty good treasure came into his hand, and a smile naturally formed.
"Take this too."
When Raon nodded satisfiedly, a red badge flew from Morell. It was a hexagonal badge with a snake drawn in the center.
"This is..."
"It is mine. Use it if you need it."
"Thank you."
"No refusal?"
"Why refuse when you have a treasure?"
"Indeed."
Morell smiled faintly and turned his body.
"Let's go back. I'll escort the Princess."
"Yes!"
With his shout, the guards escorted Jayna. He stopped at the entrance and turned back.
"Raon Zieghart. I will definitely repay this kindness."
He said thank you once more and went up. Zatis also bowed with a faint smile. Jayna only made a grinding sound, and Inild completely ignored it.
"U, we will go too!"
"Thank you for saving us!"
"Thank you so much! I will definitely repay this kindness!"
The warriors of the small forces bowed their heads with trembling lips as soon as the Valkar left.
"Thank you?"
"Of course!"
"You are repaying the kindness, right?"
"Of course!"
"Ah, thank you if you do. Dorian!"
"Eh?"
Dorian, who was watching the Valkar leave at the entrance, turned his head.
"These people are leaving. Write their names and affiliations."
"Ah, yes!"
Dorian nodded and put the desk he was holding in front of the entrance and took out paper and pen.
"W, why is the name here..."
"Because you said you would repay the kindness a moment ago, right? Then it's better to make it clear."
Raon looked at the warriors of the small forces with a faint smile. A thin but cold momentum was in the smile.
"Gulp!"
The warriors of the small forces swallowed dry saliva looking at Raon's smile. 'Is, is this...'
'Yes. You have to bring money or gifts. Like the Valkar earlier...'
'M, mad...'
'Frost Flower Sword Hero! Alliance!'
'T, but if we don't bring it, we'll be killed?'
'So why did you come out earlier! If you just said thank you, it would have ended!'
The warriors were sweating cold sweat, realizing Raon's intention.
"Let's go."
"Huik..."
"Kuk!"
As Raon gestured to go quickly, the warriors of the small forces bit their teeth tightly and approached Dorian.
"Yes! First one! Name!"
Dorian had taken out a white wooden chair and was sitting in front of the white wooden desk. The white wooden desk and chairs in the cave full of corpses were strangely out of place.
"I am Rikel of the Purple Plum Guild..."
"Yes. Rikel-nim. Purple Plum Guild..."
He quickly wrote the name and affiliation familiarly.
Raon turned his head and looked at the last remaining force. Derus Robert's shadow. The assassins with eyes the same as his past self met Raon's eyes. 'Should I call this grip?'
Seeing the shadows' eyes, old memories came to mind. The days in hell where he abandoned humans for mission success and became a hunting dog.
Thinking about that time, he didn't want to kill them. Because they were all kidnapped like his past self, sold, and brainwashed.
'Should I send them back?' The shadows' behavior was simple. If there's even 0.1% chance of success, they would pounce no matter what happens to their life, and if the possibility is zero, they withdraw their body. They judged the mission with the senses embedded in their body and head.
"What will you do?"
Raon resonated the Ring of Fire and activated the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation. The powerful qi of the Master rose endlessly. Stone fragments fell from the ceiling, and the floor began to crumble.
"Uhek!"
"Ugh!"
"Kuu..."
The shadows trembled at the powerful momentum. Their sunken eyes shook as if they would pop out.
Taaak!
The shadows felt that there was zero chance to beat Raon and stepped back. They jumped over the small forces' warriors lined up in front of Dorian and escaped into the passage.
"Eh?"
"A, are you just letting them go?"
"Assassins!"
The warriors of the small forces opened their mouths wide, not knowing if they would let the assassins go.
"I am not a murderer. I can't kill those who don't attack."
Raon smiled faintly and waved his hand.
"Then you should write your names like us!"
"Would assassins tell their names? It's lucky if they don't commit suicide."
"Kkuung..."
"Don't use fake names or affiliations either. I have good memory."
As he muttered that he remembered everyone's faces, the people who had put down the pen earlier rushed to Dorian again.
"I, I made a mistake!"
"Me too! My real name is..."
Raon smiled faintly and turned his body.
-So evil! Really evil! Are you a Demon King of another world or what!
Wrath's expression was blank, not knowing if it was ecstasy or shock. [Hahaha, as expected, Lord Priest. I didn't need my preparations.]
Loengrin also laughed in admiration.
"It's nothing special. I just...
"Um?"
Raon stopped talking and looked at the Requiem Sword in his hand. A strong vibration occurred from the sword body that had been quiet while absorbing blood energy.
Uuuuung!
The Requiem Sword cried out and led him. Following the guy's guidance, he saw the 4th Apostle's corpse.
"You have absorbed all the blood energy."
Uuuung!
The Requiem Sword said it was not that and pointed to the 4th Apostle's hand.
"This is..."
In that direction, there was the sword the 4th Apostle had been swinging.
Uuuuung!
Raon swallowed dry saliva looking at the sword.
"Does this sword's power become yours too?"