The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1255 Ten snow-covered mountains rose behind Runaan's back. The towering peaks that seemed to reach the sky wore eternal snow frozen with time as they arrogantly looked down upon the humans existing below. "S-Sword Domain?" Syria Sullion couldn't even imagine that Runaan would not only awaken but also use a Sword Domain, his eyes widening from within the Baphomet helmet. "That's impossible! I clearly stole everything from you!" His lips trembled as if asking how this could be possible when he had extracted Runaan's aura and stamina, and even severed her soul. "Haha..." Burren wiped away the dead blood flowing from his lips and let out a weak laugh. "Looks like she's finally earning her keep." He lay his body on the ground as if he trusted Runaan. "Make sure to kill him properly this time." Burren nodded, asking her to finish what Raon couldn't complete before. "Of course..." Runaan nodded slightly and raised the white-glowing sword toward the sky. At that moment, the massive mountains rising behind her stirred, and the eternal snow covering them rose up like clouds. The snowballs touching the dark sky transformed into thousands—no, tens of thousands—of frost petals and descended beside Runaan. . Runaan wreathed herself in countless frost fragments, emanating a beautiful yet cold atmosphere. She looked like a goddess of snow flowers, or like a monarch ruling over a frozen hell. When Runaan aimed her sword at Syria Sullion, countless frost petals that had been scattering like clouds around her shot forth as if riding the wind. It was beautiful like falling cherry blossoms, but within the gracefully advancing petals dwelt killing intent so cold it was vicious. "Kugh!" Syria Sullion was flustered by Runaan's frost petals swarming like a swarm of bees, but still swung his great sword. His great sword created a terrifying wave as if it would split the sky. It was a domineering strike containing the realm of transcendence. ! However, the frost petals Runaan unleashed rode the wind like butterflies, deflected Syria Sullion's great sword, and then rushed toward him. "Th-this!" Syria Sullion hurriedly retreated to avoid Runaan's offensive, but he couldn't avoid one frost petal embedding itself in the back of his hand. "Ugh..." He bit his lips while looking at the back of his hand, seeming to feel unexpectedly considerable pain. "This trivial wound! It has no effect on my love for you!" Syria Sullion reached out his right hand as if he wouldn't care about the wound on his hand, trying to pull out the frost fragment embedded in his left hand. But contrary to his will, the frost fragment embedded in the back of his hand wouldn't come out. No, rather, the more he touched it, the deeper it embedded. "Wh-what is this..." Syria Sullion's jaw trembled in shock at the frost fragment digging into his flesh. "Don't be surprised..." When Runaan turned her sword, the frost petals began to slowly pressure Syria Sullion's space while drawing a huge circle. "Because it's just beginning." When she lowered her sword again, frost created by the Sword Domain flew fiercely toward Syria Sullion once more. "Damn!" Syria Sullion realized he had no time to look at his wounds and immediately used footwork while swinging his great sword. His strategy was to push away the frost petals with the wind created by his sword, and dodge any fragments that might rush at him with footwork. However, this time too, a result different from his expectations unfolded. Runaan's frost petals rode the wind Syria Sullion created with his great sword in reverse, and without being shaken by his mysterious yet light footwork, they followed right after him without the slightest delay. "Crazy!" Syria's eyes widened as he spun his great sword like a windmill. He tried to strike down all the approaching frost petals, but three fragments slipped through the gaps and pierced his shoulder, waist, and calf. "Kughhhh!" Syria Sullion let out a loud groan and retreated hastily. Unlike the sinister appearance he had shown until now, he trembled at his fingertips while looking at his wounds. "Wh-what the hell is this!" He concentrated fighting spirit in his fingers and tried to pull out the frost petals embedded in his shoulder and waist, but once again those fragments absolutely wouldn't come out and dug deeper into his flesh. Runaan had no intention of giving Syria Sullion any respite and scattered the frost petals once again. The frost fragments that moved following her sword rose to the sky and fell like lightning. "Silent Blood Flame!" Syria Sullion scraped the ground and raised his great sword. From his sword unleashing a technique, fighting spirit like flames shot out trying to burn the frost petals. The frost petals ignored even the heat Syria Sullion created with his great sword and embedded their sharp leaves into the flesh of his chest, forearm, and thigh. "Uaaaaaaaak!" Syria Sullion let out a tearing scream as if his limbs had been torn off. It was completely different from the composure and confidence he usually showed. "Why, why like this..." He drooled saliva and foam from within his helmet as if just moving his body was painful. Syria Sullion seemed to think he couldn't hold out with just his great sword and pulled out a staff made of bone from the ground. He was trying to use the power of Baphomet, which could use both sword and magic. However, he wasn't trying to attack Runaan with magic, but rather trying to pull out the frost petals embedded in his own body. Of course, the petals embedded with Runaan's will would never be erased by such trivial magic. "What the hell are these things!" Syria Sullion screamed in frustration at the incomprehensible situation, but all that came back was Runaan's fierce offensive. Runaan seemed to have become accustomed to handling the Sword Domain now, moving the frost petals faster and more gracefully to envelop Syria Sullion. Even though Syria Sullion swung his great sword with full strength and used footwork, wounds gradually increased on his body, he groaned in endless pain, and even his movements became sluggish. "E-Evil Goat Demon, sir?" Bear Fire Demon trembled his lips as if seeing Syria Sullion panic for the first time. "E-erase these wounds! Do something about them!" Syria Sullion shouted at Bear Fire Demon with his pupils rolled back. "Y-yes, sir!" Bear Fire Demon tried to use magic to pull out the frost fragments embedded in Syria Sullion's body, but even his magic couldn't push away the frost blades filled with killing intent. "Y-you useless... Aaaaaaaak!" Syria Sullion was blaming Bear Fire Demon when a frost petal embedded near his neck and he screamed again. Now it wasn't a scream but more like an inhuman shriek. "No matter how I think about it, this is im-impossible." When frost first embedded in the back of his hand, it was more painful than expected, but it was bearable. However, as more frost embedded in his body, the pain increased exponentially. Now, every time frost touched him, pain like having his limbs torn apart came, making it hard to endure. And yet, the pain from previously embedded wounds didn't decrease either, but remained equally strong. Even when his neck was severed by Raon Zieghart, he had never felt this level of pain, so he was extremely confused. 'A w-way is...' Syria Sullion rapidly moved his eyes around. 'There is one! There's one way!' To the right, Burren Zieghart and Martha Zieghart were lying collapsed with serious injuries. If he could take those two as hostages, he could escape this crisis. [There's a way to escape this situation.] Syria Sullion sent an aura message to Bear Fire Demon. [Just buy me a little time.] He panted, asking Bear Fire Demon to draw Runaan's attention. "Mmm..." Bear Fire Demon didn't want to, but had no choice but to bite his lips and step forward. "D-die!" He created black spheres imbued with curses on his staff and shot them toward Runaan. Runaan knew that Bear Fire Demon's magic contained spells that could rot flesh, so she used frost petals to create a white wall. "Hyaaaaa!" Bear Fire Demon deliberately kept casting magic at the wall made of frost petals to draw Runaan's attention as Syria Sullion had asked. Syria Sullion kicked off the ground with all his strength and leaped toward Burren and Martha while Runaan was momentarily defending. 'Got it!' Runaan's attention was focused on Bear Fire Demon's magic, and his hands were now almost reaching Burren and Martha. Now if he could take these two as hostages, he could pressure Runaan again and make her his. 'The hostages later... huh?' It was when Syria Sullion let out a sinister laugh and was about to grab Burren's neck. Frost petals burst out from under the ground where Burren was lying, cut his wrist, and embedded in that wound. "Aaaaaaaaaaak!" Syria Sullion knelt on the spot and screamed in extreme pain that came before he could even express his panic. Meanwhile, more frost petals embedded in his flesh, creating even stronger pain. "B-Bear Fire Demon, you idiot..." Syria Sullion spat blood from his mouth and turned around, then held his breath. Bear Fire Demon was lying collapsed with Runaan's frost petals embedded in his neck and heart. His mask was broken and his eyes were rolled back as if he had already died. "I knew that would happen..." Runaan approached Syria Sullion while raising her sword. "I thought you would naturally target hostages..." She nodded as if she had been reading not only Syria Sullion's movements but also his thoughts. "I will kill you and protect everyone." Runaan bit her lips as if she wouldn't let anyone die. At this moment, her Sword Domain boasted invincible majesty that needed no distinction between defense and offense. "Ru-Runaan. My Runaan!" Syria Sullion breathed heavily as he called out to Runaan. "We are the only beings in this world who can understand each other! We should love, not fight!! And I have loved you since the day you were born!" He lowered his sword and staff as if thinking he couldn't stop Runaan by force now. "You are my lover, and that's like an unchangeable law of the world..." The moment Syria Sullion shouted toward Runaan calling her his lover, the frost petals took the form of a giant dragon that could devour castles and more as they fell. Syria Sullion was trapped in the storm of frost petals and his entire body was slashed to pieces. "Uaaaaaaaaaak!" Now frost petals were embedded throughout Syria Sullion's entire body to the extent that his skin could not be seen. "It h-hurts! It hurts so much! Just kill me instead!" Syria Sullion scratched his own cheeks with his nails and screamed as if this moment was more painful and frightening than the death he had already experienced. "Euiiiiik...!" Unable to endure it any longer, he turned the sharp end of his staff around as if to commit suicide and tried to stab his own heart. However, frost petals flew in and severed even Syria Sullion's left wrist that was holding the staff. "Kughhhhhh!" Syria Sullion collapsed with blood vessels bulging all over his body as if he had no strength left to endure. He looked up at the sky with eyes pleading to be killed. Step. When Runaan approached Syria Sullion who was groaning deeply, the frost petals stopped and Syria Sullion's appearance was revealed. "Haaaak..." Syria Sullion's hair and nails had all fallen out from pain he couldn't even feel in death, blood vessels and wrinkles had appeared all over his body, and he couldn't even move a finger due to the frost petals embedded in his body. In less than three minutes, he had aged thirty years. "R-Runaan." Syria Sullion called out to Runaan while moving only one finger. "S-save me. No, kill me. It h-hurts too much..." He sobbed, begging to be killed, saying the pain that seemed to tear his soul apart was frightening. "One kalpa is the time it takes for falling water drops to pierce through rock..." Runaan nodded calmly while lowering her sword. "The pain you feel is eternity. It will continue for countless endless time..." She stabbed Syria Sullion's chest with her sword blade, white as a snowfield. She could feel the sharp blade cutting through flesh and bone and bursting his heart, but there was no guilt or pity. Only refreshment swept down her spine. "Even in death." Runaan gently stroked her chin, saying this pain would continue even after Syria Sullion died. "Ah, ah..." Syria Sullion opened his blazing red eyes and mouth wide as if horrified that the pain continued even before death. "And I will protect Zieghart for the eternity that you feel pain." Runaan gracefully shook off her sword stained with Syria Sullion's blood and slowly closed her eyes. "Even in death."