The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1254 "For now..." Burren drew a pleased smile despite his exhausted face. "Is it a success?" Seeing Martha and Runaan holding each other's arms and stiffening simultaneously, it seemed the plan that had appeared impossible had succeeded. 'I should tell father thank you.' Burren curled up the corners of his mouth while thinking of Karoon. 'However, the situation isn't good.' Having to simultaneously hold off Syria Sullion and Runaan, both stronger than himself, his entire body was battered. The external wounds were deep, but the internal injuries were also severe, so honestly it seemed it would be difficult to fight for long. 'Martha's condition also looks dangerous.' Martha had stiffened while stabbed by Runaan's sword. The sword hadn't been pulled out so the bleeding wasn't severe yet, but if someone touched it, her life would be in danger. 'I need time.' To protect Martha, he needed to recover even a little stamina. Though he didn't like it, he had to buy time even if it meant talking to Syria Sullion. "Your expression has changed. It seems you didn't expect this either?" Burren glared at Syria Sullion and let out a sneer. "Hmm..." Syria Sullion seemed flustered by the unexpected situation as he looked at Runaan and Martha while biting his lips deeply. "Th-this makes no sense." The Bear Fire Demon wearing the Bearwolf Shaman's mask also trembled his jaw, saying he couldn't believe it. "It doesn't make sense?" Burren spat out the blood pooled in his mouth and straightened his back. "What doesn't make sense is that trash like you are alive in this world!" Saying he would absolutely not let them live, he clenched his fist even with his weakened grip. "Ughhhk!" The Bear Fire Demon seemed frightened by Burren's aura and hesitantly stepped back with his staff. "Runaan..." Syria Sullion looked only at Martha as if he had no interest in Burren. "I'll kill her!" Finally unable to contain his irritation, he tried to bring down his fighting spirit-wrapped great sword toward Martha. "Damn it!" It was when Burren hurriedly inhaled the breath he had been slowly exhaling and tried to leap in front of Martha. "N-no, you mustn't!" The Bear Fire Demon stopped retreating and ran to grab Syria Sullion. "If-if you touch them now, Lady Runaan will also be in danger! She could become a cripple!" He shook his head vigorously, saying they must not touch Runaan and Martha now. "Huu..." Burren steadied his breathing again and slowly walked toward Martha. "You acted like you had the whole world, but now you can't even move?" He deliberately provoked him because if Syria Sullion lost his mind, there was no telling what he might do to Martha. . Black steam flowed from the Baphomet helmet that Syria Sullion was wearing. "Even if I can't touch this trashy woman..." Chillingly dense Black Flame blazed from within his helmet. "I can kill you by tearing your limbs apart!" Syria Sullion ground his teeth, saying he would kill Burren and feed him to dogs. "Try it." Burren tilted his chin toward Syria Sullion. "Let's see who gets torn apart and dies." Just like Raon whom he had always watched from behind, he stood his sword proudly without retreating even in a crisis. Syria Sullion raised his great sword burning with black fighting spirit above his head. A chilling sound came as the blade scraped against the helmet's horns. "Die." He struck down with his great sword as if he would crush Burren with sheer force. Burren didn't retreat and leaped toward Syria Sullion's great sword burning with terrifying fighting spirit. He spread cutting wind to make his sword fall toward his shoulder rather than his head. There he angled his sword diagonally and deflected Syria Sullion's great sword falling toward his right shoulder. Syria Sullion's great sword fell to the ground, splitting the earth in half, and black flames shot up from within. Even a glancing blow would have crushed his entire body with that power. "Hmm..." Burren frowned while rolling his trembling shoulder. 'What a monster.' Even though he used the cutting wind technique to twist the trajectory and deflected it with his blade, his shoulder felt like it would fall off. The shock to his muscles was so great that his grip holding the sword felt numb. "How long can you keep using those little tricks?" Syria Sullion twisted up the corners of his mouth as if to see it through to the end and swung his great sword even stronger. He didn't seem to use any special swordsmanship, but the power and speed transcended imagination. "Krrrrgh!" Burren generated the cutting wind technique from his whole body and deflected Syria Sullion's great sword in succession. 'How chilling.' The skin on the side where he deflected the great sword felt like it was melting... Each time he avoided Syria Sullion's great sword, the flesh around that area seemed to fall away and muscles felt like they were severing. If it was this bad even when deflected, it wouldn't be strange to die instantly from a direct hit. 'Still, I'm fortunate. That I've completed the cutting wind technique to some degree.' If it weren't for the cutting wind technique that creates wind around the body to deflect enemy swords, he wouldn't have been able to buy time for Martha, and he would have been defeated quickly even now. Once again, he felt grateful to Karoon. 'If I continue focusing on defense like this and Martha wakes Runaan... huh?' It was when Burren tried to deflect Syria Sullion's great sword targeting his waist with the cutting wind technique. The fighting spirit blazing from Syria Sullion's great sword burned even stronger and came crushing down on the wind. Burren urgently extended his sword, but he couldn't overcome the power dwelling in Syria Sullion's great sword. 'Wait. This...' Burren narrowed his eyes as he watched the cutting wind technique's wind splitting against Syria Sullion's great sword. 'Something seems like it's about to come to mind.' His brain tickled as if he would remember something that could completely erase the power of that great sword. But before that realization could fully arrive, Syria Sullion's great sword came first. He desperately deployed a defensive technique, but Syria Sullion's great sword struck his waist along with his own sword. "Kerhuk!" Burren spat black, dead blood and rolled on the ground. "N-not yet..." He forcibly raised his head while looking at Syria Sullion slowly approaching. "It's a good technique. The completion level is quite high too. However..." Syria Sullion rested his great sword on his shoulder and frowned. "Your focus has dropped. This must be your first time using it in actual combat." He curled his lips as if he knew all of Burren's circumstances. "Hmm..." Burren swallowed dry saliva while looking at Syria's cold eyes. 'His words are right.' He had been so absorbed in the cutting wind technique's ability that he fought without realizing his focus was scattered. He also needed to retreat and buy time, but it was too big of a mistake. However, it wasn't completely without gains. Thanks to the battle with Syria Sullion, he had obtained a clue to advance further. Of course, that would be after surviving here. "Die." Syria Sullion let out a cold voice and raised his great sword. "Not yet..." Burren bit his lips while looking at Syria Sullion's great sword blocking the sky. Death had approached right before his nose, but he didn't close his eyes. He revealed his fighting spirit to battle to the end even if he died. When Burren was looking at the great sword falling toward his head, a silver blade pierced through between them. Syria Sullion's great sword that seemed capable of destroying the sky was blocked by a thin long sword and stopped right before his eyes. 'This sword is...' Burren widened his eyes seeing the all-too-familiar silver sword that blocked Syria Sullion's great sword. "Haaa..." From behind the shadow of the great sword, Runaan's languid breathing could be heard for the first time in a very long while. "Runaan! You finally came out!" Syria Sullion drew a bright smile toward Runaan who blocked his sword. "I was waiting..." "I'm sorry..." Runaan made eye contact not with Syria Sullion, but with Burren and bit her lips. "The rest of the story... I'll tell you after everything is over..." She nodded her head low, asking him to wait just a little. "R-Runaan..." Syria Sullion swallowed dry saliva seeing the purple radiance blazing from within the Baphomet helmet that Runaan was wearing. "It was long..." The Baphomet helmet that had been covering Runaan's face split in half, and her eyes that had been hidden within sparkled with their original violet color. "Now let's end this wretched fate..." Runaan raised her sword, emitting silver radiance, and aimed it at Syria Sullion's neck. "Syria Sullion." * * * Runaan slowly closed her eyes and then opened them. 'Martha...' The first thing she saw after awakening in reality was Martha with her chest pierced by her own sword. She immediately pulled out the sword and stopped the bleeding, but Martha probably wouldn't last long. 'Burren is also in a dangerous state...' Burren was also spitting dead blood from his mouth as if he had been severely injured by Syria Sullion while protecting her and Martha. Since there could be aftereffects, he needed to receive treatment as quickly as possible. 'I'm not normal either.' She herself wasn't in good condition either since she had been consumed by the Baphomet helmet. But thanks to the heart and will that Martha had conveyed in the dream world, she now felt like she wouldn't lose to anyone. "Runaan. What is going on? You, you are my other half!" Syria Sullion trembled his jaw as if he couldn't believe this situation. "The-the magic has been broken. Even a Transcendent shouldn't be able to break it..." The Bear Fire Demon was also flustered by a situation he couldn't even imagine and dripped sweat beneath his mask. "Haaaa..." Runaan took a deep breath and exhaled. "The one I want... isn't you... Syria Sullion, you're just an enemy I must kill..." She revealed definite hostility and killing intent toward Syria Sullion. "......" Syria Sullion looked at Runaan with vacant eyes like a doll whose soul had left. "Bear.Fire.Demon." He flicked his finger toward the Bear Fire Demon who was trembling behind. "...Begin." Syria Sullion said to begin something and drove his great sword into the ground carved with magic. "Y-yes sir!" As the Bear Fire Demon trembled his eyes and waved his staff, the pieces of the Baphomet helmet that Runaan had split in half rose up by themselves. A black line connected between the Baphomet helmet Syria Sullion was wearing, the halved Baphomet helmet, and Runaan. "This is..." Runaan frowned looking at the black line connecting her to Syria Sullion. She tried swinging her sword, but the black line wouldn't be cut. "One in a thousand. No, one in ten thousand, but I thought such a thing might happen." Syria Sullion nodded heavily while looking at the black line connecting him to Runaan. "So I took out one insurance policy. Even if you escape from me, your power will return to me!" The moment he bared his white teeth, a black sphere shot up from the halved Baphomet helmet. The black sphere rotated in spirals and began extracting the fighting spirit, aura, and soul that Runaan possessed and transferring them to Syria Sullion. "Ughhhhk!" Runaan tried to endure by force, but the suction power of the black sphere emerging from the Baphomet helmet wasn't something human strength could withstand. "From the moment you wore the Baphomet helmet, everything of yours became mine." Syria Sullion breathed heavily as he absorbed Runaan's aura and fighting spirit. "Runaan! I'll obtain you even by force! Only I can accept you!" He spread both arms while radiating from his whole body the aura he had stolen from Runaan along with fighting spirit. Space distorted around Syria Sullion, and the sky began to crumble. Seeing the surroundings tear apart just from the manifestation of power, it seemed he had absorbed Runaan's power and reached transcendence. "Haaa..." In contrast, Runaan broke out in cold sweat and trembled at her fingertips as if everything had been stolen by Syria Sullion. "Runaan. Come to me." Syria Sullion reached out his hand toward Runaan. "You can never beat me." He twisted up the corners of his mouth, saying that a younger sister who defeats her older brother doesn't exist. "If you follow me now, I'll spare your friends and take them along. You can raise them." Syria Sullion treated Burren and Martha like pets and waved his hand, asking her to come along. "If it were before, I would have listened to those words... and given up. I would have been consumed by your fear... But..." Runaan struggled to raise her body. "Not now." She shook her head, saying she wouldn't give up. "You're empty-handed now. Your aura is gone. Your stamina is drained, and you've even lost the fighting spirit you gained from wearing the helmet." Syria Sullion tilted his chin as if telling her to think carefully. "On the other hand, I've far surpassed transcendence by receiving your power and soul! Attacking me now is no different from trying to break a rock with an egg!" He arrogantly raised his head, saying she could never win. "There are people who have fought knowing they couldn't win." Burren, who sacrificed his whole body to buy time; Martha, who even came to the dream world to wake her up. And though not here now, Raon and the people of Zieghart who were always her support. Everyone's faces came to mind, and she couldn't be broken like this. "Fine. Then I'll take you by force!" Syria Sullion ground his teeth as if he could no longer endure and raised his great sword. From the great sword raised above his head, destructive aura that seemed capable of destroying the world poured out. "Don't worry. It might hurt a little, but I'll fix your soft skin by putting it back together piece by piece!" Syria Sullion drew a sinister smile, saying he would take Runaan even if he had to break her. "Explosive Star Void Sword!" He unleashed a technique that could devastate this entire area as if he would kill not only Runaan, but Burren and Martha as well. "Haaaa..." Runaan breathed out white breath while looking at Syria Sullion's magnificent sword strike falling like a meteor. 'I'm not afraid...' Though everything had been stolen by Syria Sullion, her focus still remained. When she focused on herself, time slowed down and the colors of this world disappeared. It seemed to be the realm of transcendence that Raon had spoken of. Though a massive sword that would destroy her body and more was falling, she felt no fear. Because she had received so much from people, even though her aura was gone, her stamina drained, and her soul and fighting spirit cut away, at least her heart was full. 'I... will protect everyone...' Runaan grasped her sword with trembling hands while thinking of the people who had made her who she was now. At that moment, Syria Sullion's shadow that had been surrounding her soul melted away, and warmth that could illuminate the entire world and more bloomed. The liberation of her suppressed soul and the foundation for reaching a new realm unfolded before her eyes. Runaan felt herself and her sword becoming one as she climbed the foundation she had created together with her comrades, not one she had forced her way through. Runaan raised her sword, shining white like a snowfield, in front of her face. She chanted proudly in a posture like a Knight protecting a King with her life. "Sword domain...Eternity."