The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1252 "No." Syria Sullion stood behind Runaan and drew a sinister smile. "I should say, my love." He gently held the shoulders of Runaan, who was trembling all over. "N-no. This isn't right..." Runaan seemed shocked that she had cut down the boy, and without even realizing that Syria Sullion had appeared behind her, she chewed her lips nervously. "Syria Sullion..." Burren crushed Syria Sullion's name letter by letter as if crushing bones. "Syria Sullion!" Martha exploded the anger she had been barely holding back for Runaan's sake and screamed at Syria. "Runaan! What are you doing right now! The guy you wanted to kill is right behind you! Kill him right now!" She shouted for Runaan to come to her senses and rushed forward. "Behind..." Runaan seemed to come to her senses at Martha's cry and slowly turned around. "Ah!" The moment she faced Syria Sullion, her pupils swelled as if they would burst. "Syria Sullion!" As Runaan shouted Syria's name and took a step forward, the blood-soaked wreath that had fallen at her feet crumbled like dry leaves. The flowers that formed the wreath rode the wind and surrounded Runaan, drawing strange magical patterns. The moment black light blazed from the magical patterns, the reality Runaan was actually seeing shattered like a broken window, and behind it, the world she had seen in her dreams began to unfold. "Huh...?" Runaan trembled at her fingertips as she looked at Syria Sullion. Syria Sullion in front of her eyes overlapped with Raon, and her malice and killing intent toward him began to fade away like melting snow. Syria Sullion, whom she had wanted to kill even if it meant her own death, felt as lovely as Raon. She wanted to curse herself, but even that thought gradually sank into darkness, and only Syria Sullion dwelled in her eyes. "Runaan! Get back!" Burren waved his hand while shouting for Runaan to get back. "Swing your sword! Kill that bastard!" Martha gritted her teeth, telling her to cut Syria Sullion's throat. But Runaan neither retreated as Burren said, nor stabbed Syria Sullion with her sword as Martha said. Runaan dropped her sword, which she had always held. "Ahh..." She just trembled while looking at Syria Sullion, just like during her trainee days when she couldn't escape her trauma. "That's right. That's how a good child should be." Syria Sullion spread his arms as if he knew this would happen and embraced the frozen Runaan. "Ru-Runaan!" "That crazy bastard!" Burren and Martha tried to swing their swords at Syria Sullion with full force but forcibly stopped their arms when they saw Runaan being embraced. "Syria Sullion. No..." Runaan's violet pupils became dull and were dyed black. She softly recited the name Syria Sullion, which she had always spat out with hatred, and raised her head. "Older Brother." Runaan called Syria Sullion "Older Brother" as if she had returned to the past, and closed her blackened eyes. "That's right. Runaan." Syria Sullion stroked Runaan's back as if he knew this would happen. "It's me. The only one who can accept your soul." He embraced Runaan more gently and nodded. "Yeah..." Runaan didn't resist at all and nodded while being held in Syria Sullion's embrace. "Ru-Runaan..." "Snap out of it! You crazy bitch!" Burren's pupils trembled in confusion, and Martha called Runaan's name until her throat was hoarse. "Burren, and Martha." Syria Sullion raised his chin with a cold smile. "I should thank you two as well." He looked down at Martha and Burren with eyes filled with excitement. "Thanks to you, Runaan's brainwashing finished more quickly." Syria Sullion said it was thanks to Martha and Burren as he stroked Runaan's hair. "Bullshit!" Martha's veins bulged on her forehead as if she could barely contain her anger. "What does that mean?" Burren spoke to Syria Sullion, trying to find composure somehow. "Runaan was under an ancient brainwashing spell. The stronger the stress, the faster the spell progresses, and thanks to you putting strong pressure on my Runaan, things became easier." Syria Sullion chuckled, saying that the actions Burren and Martha took to help Runaan had actually become poison instead. "This spell uses dreams and progresses from within the soul, so one can never escape from it alone. The dream world becomes better than reality, and one slowly falls into that world. The more pressure from outside to snap out of it, the more one wants to go into the dream instead. Thanks to you pushing Runaan, she has returned to me." He curled his red lips, extremely happy. "There's such magic in the world?" Martha frowned as if she couldn't believe it. "There's nothing that doesn't exist in Eden. Especially this friend's help was great." As Syria Sullion stretched out his hand, a monster in gray robes appeared from behind the black magic. He was slightly trembling the hand holding his staff as if he was still operating the magic. "Damn bastards..." Martha gritted her teeth while looking at Syria, the source of all this trouble, and the shaman following him. "Thank you. It seems you were more precious to Runaan than you thought." Syria Sullion bowed mockingly to Martha and Burren. "So it would be right to kill you with as little pain as possible. By her hands." As he flicked his hand, space split and two helmets with goat faces embedded in them popped out. They were Eden's helmets containing the power of Baphomet. "You can put it on, can't you?" Syria Sullion let out a bizarre laugh as he lifted the first helmet. "Yeah..." Rather than resisting, Runaan bent her waist and lowered her head, taking a posture to accept the helmet. "Runaan!" Martha roughly kicked the ground. She struck down her sword with full force as if she no longer cared if Runaan got hurt. "Damn it!" Burren also advanced as if he couldn't bear it and shot out sharply cut wind. Jeoooooong! But the black magical barrier that bloomed around Syria and Runaan became a wall and blocked Martha and Burren's sword strikes. "Now I'll finally become one with you." Syria Sullion let out a chilling laugh as he placed the Baphomet helmet on Runaan's head. From within the Baphomet helmet, a violet light the same color as Runaan's pupils flickered for a brief moment, but soon black light dyed everything. From inside the helmet, black waves flowed down with the sound of goat bleating and covered Runaan's body. The Zieghart uniform was erased, and armor that seemed made of bone began to form on her body. Runaan slowly raised her body wearing the Baphomet helmet and black bone armor like goat legs. The warmth that had bloomed from her was erased, and only bone-chilling cold energy bloomed. Syria Sullion confirmed that Runaan was wearing the Baphomet armor, then curled his lips and put on his own helmet. Black liquid also flowed down from his helmet, forming bizarre bone armor. "Baphomet is originally a monster born as a pair and dies as a pair. No matter how strong, alone it's just a mere monster, but if there are two like this..." Syria Sullion caressed the cheek of Runaan, who was wearing the Baphomet helmet. "We can gain the power to kill anyone!" He burst into maniacal laughter, saying that the long, long wait was finally over. "Yeah..." Runaan calmly nodded as if she would follow whatever Syria Sullion said. Syria Sullion wasn't just talking; as if he had actually gained absolute power, the dark sky rumbled and the fields began to split just from his laughter. Runaan also became rapidly stronger in martial prowess while wearing the Baphomet helmet, and now emitted aura and energy pressure at the level of a Transcendent, crushing the surroundings. "What absolute bullshit." Martha twisted her lips as she looked at Syria Sullion. "Exactly. Kill anyone? There's no such thing in this world." Burren tilted his chin, saying all the guys who said such things died. "Let's see. Who's alive at the end!" "When Runaan wakes up, I'll have to ask her to buy me a whole serving of bead ice cream." Martha and Burren unleashed fighting spirit that didn't fall behind even Syria Sullion and Runaan, who were emitting terrifying energy pressure, and charged without the slightest hesitation. "Look. Those are our enemies, Runaan." Syria Sullion lifted Runaan's hand and pointed at Martha and Burren. "Will you kill those demons with me?" He nodded to Runaan, telling her to fight together. "Yeah. I'll do it..." Runaan rushed out without hesitation as if she had lost all memories of the past and swept up her sword filled with extreme frost. "That's right. That's it!" Syria Sullion also stuck to Runaan's side and struck down his gleaming blue greatsword. The power of the four swordsmen, who had all originally belonged to Zieghart, clashed, and a tremendous impact that split heaven and earth exploded. * * * Martha and Burren coughed up blood and were knocked back. Both looked defeated with their uniforms torn here and there, and red blood flowed from within. "This..." Burren wiped away the blood flowing from his mouth and frowned. "This won't be easy. We're being pushed back even one-on-one, and their combination is more fluid than ours." He bit his lips as he watched Syria Sullion and Runaan looking at each other like old lovers. "Don't talk weak!" Martha stomped her feet with irritation. "Are you not going to fight just because they're stronger?!" She gripped her sword so hard it might break, as if she had to try until the very end. "We have to fight. But..." Burren exhaled low. "It won't end like this. No, it will end with our deaths." He said they were clearly at a disadvantage as he looked at Syria Sullion and Runaan. "Hmm..." Martha followed Burren's gaze to Syria Sullion and Runaan. Unlike themselves who were seriously injured, those two had only minor wounds and no injuries that would affect combat. 'The power difference is indeed large, as Burren said.' Runaan had been stronger than them from the beginning, and had grown even more while wearing the Baphomet helmet. Now it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a true Transcendent, and Syria Sullion also had martial prowess similar to Runaan's, as if hiding wasn't all he had been doing. The reason they had survived so far was because of survival instincts gained from countless experiences and knowing Runaan's sword well. "You're holding up better than expected." Syria Sullion chuckled as if surprised. "Your skills seem to have grown a lot since when I was at Zieghart. Well, you were with that monster after all." He trembled slightly as if thinking of Raon. "But now I'm not afraid of that monster anymore. Because we've become one." Syria Sullion grinned, saying they would soon gain enough power to defeat even Raon. "......" Runaan calmly nodded as if everything Syria said was right. "That damn bastard!" Martha spat blood as if she would charge out immediately. "Don't get excited. You can't just look at Syria Sullion and Runaan. There are others too." Burren slightly bit his lips while checking the Ghosts of Eden hiding around the area. "So what do you want to do! Run away? I'll never do that! I'd rather die here!" Martha shook her head violently, saying she could never retreat. "You said you prepared something, right?" Burren said something different from what Martha expected and narrowed his eyes. "I'll buy time somehow, so try it." He nodded, saying he would try to face Runaan and Syria Sullion simultaneously, even if just briefly. "Is that possible?" Martha frowned as if she couldn't believe it. "After you gained the demon king's power, I realized my shortcomings and swung my sword day and night." Burren regulated his breathing and nodded. "Since then, I've had life-or-death sparring sessions with my father once a day. I tasted death every day, but thanks to that, my crisis detection ability has grown a little." He chuckled, telling her to look at his body. "Hmm..." Martha narrowed her eyes while examining Burren's condition. 'Definitely.' Burren had significantly fewer wounds and injuries than herself. Since he hadn't fought from behind as usual, it seemed his crisis detection ability had truly awakened as he said. "But I can't hold out for long." Burren stepped forward as if asking for her favor. "Got it. It won't take long." Martha told him not to worry and strongly patted Burren's back with her hand. Burren didn't miss Martha's signal and immediately charged toward Syria Sullion and Runaan. "They're coming to die." Syria Sullion grinned as he saw Burren's desperate expression. "Since they want to die, let's kill them." He raised his greatsword and gestured to Runaan. "Yeah..." Runaan calmly nodded as if she had forgotten Burren's existence and swept down her sword filled with killing intent. Syria Sullion's greatsword fell as if to split heaven and earth, and Runaan's sword rose up scattering a bloody scent. "Haah." Burren felt the absolute disadvantage but advanced without hesitation, raising his sword that bloomed with blue wind. The wind rising from the sword swirled around its master rather than toward the enemies in front. ! Syria Sullion's greatsword grazed Burren's shoulder very thinly, and Runaan's sword swept faintly past Burren's waist. "Hmm?" "Huh...?" Syria Sullion and Runaan frowned as they looked at their own swords that had only cut Burren's skin. This meant a completely different result had unfolded from what they expected. "You were lucky!" Syria Sullion thought it was just luck and swung his greatsword toward Burren's neck again. Runaan also swept up her sword with small veins showing on her forehead. "Huuk!" But Burren once again avoided Syria Sullion and Runaan's swords with only minor wounds and approached one step closer. This meant the first evasion wasn't a coincidence. "Wind?" Martha let out a breath as she saw Burren's wind deflect Runaan and Syria Sullion's sword strikes by a paper-thin margin. 'He used wind around his body to evade!' Burren's wind is sharper than any blade. He wrapped such sharp wind around his body to automatically push away incoming enemy attacks. Due to the power difference, he couldn't dodge perfectly, but it was a tactic to deflect fatal wounds for sure. 'And if it's perfected...' Martha ran to the left from behind Burren. 'A terrifying swordsman would be born.' She bit her lips thinking of the absolute swordsman that could be Burren's future someday. 'So I can't let him die here!' The moment Runaan focused all her power on Burren as if her pride was hurt, Martha stepped on footwork with enough force to break the ground. 'I'll also risk my life!' Martha held her sword in her right hand and took out a bracelet with two snakes biting each other in her left hand, charging toward Runaan. 'If I can just put this on!' She doesn't trust Evelyn, but she trusts her abilities. If she could just put the bracelet on Runaan, she could surely wake her up. 'Success... huh?' Martha was just about to put the bracelet on Runaan's arm as she was turning around. A massive greatsword was approaching right in front of her eyes. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Syria Sullion was thrusting his greatsword toward her, not Burren. "No matter how urgent, you moved too obviously. What a waste of this guy's skills." He let out a mocking laugh, saying her acting was terrible compared to Burren's. "That bracelet in your hand isn't an ordinary item, is it?" Syria Sullion lowered his eyebrows as if he had grasped Martha's plan at once. "Ugh!" Martha swung her sword so hard her right hand might break, somehow pushing away Syria Sullion's greatsword. But from behind, Runaan's sword shot out, and even the black magic of the shaman who had been staying back came flying. Due to the shock of blocking Syria Sullion's greatsword, she absolutely couldn't block those two attacks. 'Damn...' Martha clenched her molars hard. 'I must protect the bracelet!' It was when she was about to curl her body into a ball so the bracelet wouldn't break. Suddenly, Runaan's sword strike and the shaman's magic collided and pushed each other away. It was far too strange since their trajectories toward her had been different. "Huh...?" "Hmm!" Runaan and the shaman also let out low groans as if they felt something strange. "What is this..." Syria Sullion also frowned, saying it didn't make sense. 'Now!' Martha was also surprised, but this wasn't the time for such amazement. She used the recoil of pulling back her sword to charge further forward. It was a rush forward with no counterattack or defense, only advancing. Runaan truly seemed to have reached transcendence as she instantly turned her sword and stabbed toward her. "That's right! Stab me!" Martha no longer avoided it and accepted Runaan's sword into her body. Her whole body stiffened at the chilling sensation of the cold blade penetrating flesh and bone. But she moved her body even in that terrible pain and fear. "Now you're finally dying." Syria Sullion curled his lips as if certain of Martha's death. "Truly vicious..." "I-I might die." Martha drew a deeper smile than Syria Sullion while being stabbed by Runaan's sword. "But I'm taking my friend with me." She raised her chin and lifted Runaan's arm that had pierced through her stomach. Uuuuuung! Before they knew it, a bracelet in the form of two intertwined snakes was on Runaan's wrist, and red and blue light began to bloom from the snakes' eyes. "You!" Before Syria Sullion's shout could fully ring out, Runaan and Martha were enveloped in violet light.