The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1302 Against the backdrop of the darkening evening sunset, five massive flags flutter. Led by the Sarion Kingdom, an alliance of central-southern kingdoms and great houses was surging toward the people while radiating terrifying aura. "Huh...?" "Wh-what is that!" "The Sarion Kingdom, the Bellucia family, even the Ropels Kingdom. The surrounding powerful nations have gathered..." "Why are they here in Winten?" The people who had gathered to meet Sage Doraen swallowed their dry saliva as they watched the kingdoms' flags moving. "W-wait! Those aren't just soldiers!" "Wow, it's royalty. No, the king came in person!" "The person from Belsia House is also the head of house. Even Mareks, the house's strongest swordsman, came..." "This is crazy! Are they planning to wage war?" The people of Winten seemed bewildered that the rulers of the five forces had come personally, streaming cold sweat from their foreheads as they stepped back. "Clear the way!" An old knight drove his greatsword into the ground and let out a mighty roar. Wearing armor engraved with the kingdom's emblem, he was the captain of the Sarion Kingdom's royal guards. Gooooooo! It wasn't just the old knight. Knights and swordsmen from each force, whose names were known across the continent, also approached while revealing the towering prowess they had built through martial arts. Kugugugugugu! Since it was a place where countless people had gathered to meet Sage Doraen, the earth shook and a phenomenon arose as if a giant serpent was writhing. "Heup..." "Ugh!" "I-I can't breathe..." The people near the knights stepped back with their faces turning pale from the aura they radiated. "Wow. How many times is that now? Still, there are quite a lot this time." Krein sighed as if he was now tired of it. "I stopped counting after ten..." Dorian also waved his hand dismissively as if annoyed. "I know it's predictable, but let's get into position." Burren slowly regulated his breathing and tensed his fingers. "Will those things fight us?" Martha licked her lips as if hoping for a chance to fight rather than being defeated by Raon's words. "Phew..." Runaan seemed unconcerned and slowly rotated her wrists to loosen up. "There will be good news when we return." Raon showed no reaction even though he knew that the leaders of each force, including the Sarion Kingdom, had come. He simply examined the people who approached him. "It seems like he wants us to handle it ourselves." "Sounds good? Let's go!" Just as Burren and Martha were about to rush forward to block the knights and swordsmen. "Stop!" Count Asak stepped forward with his jaw trembling. He stepped forward first like he had become Sage Doraen's attendant. "This is not Sarion, nor Bellucia, but Winten! No matter how high your status, it means nothing here!" Count Asak shouted asking if they planned to wage war and stamped his feet. Although he was inferior in both martial prowess and status compared to those standing before him, his spirit was higher than anyone else's. "How dare a mere count speak so arrogantly?" The King of Sarion, who showed dim eyes unlike the golden crown on his head, stepped forward. He frowned as if irritated by Count Asak's boldness. "Even if you are the King of Sarion, in this Winten..." "We already have the permission of the King of Winten." From behind the King of Sarion, a pale-faced middle-aged man emerged with a faint smile. The head of the Bellucia family, he sneered at Count Asak and shook his head. "Th-that's impossible..." Count Asak trembled his jaw as if he couldn't believe the King of Winten's actions. "If it doesn't make sense, take it up with the King of Winten, and get out of the way!" The King of Ropels Kingdom roughly pushed Asak aside and moved forward. "We came to remove the leech that your king couldn't handle." He jerked his chin toward the knights behind him as if to start immediately. "His Majesty did?" "What the hell is going on?" "I don't know. But they're definitely targeting the sage!" The people were surprised that the King of Winten had allowed the invasion of other forces, but they forced themselves to stand up as if to protect Raon. "Heuuk..." "It's different from before..." "I really can't breathe!" "If we block the way, they'll really kill us..." However, since most of the people were ordinary folk, they couldn't endure for long and either sat back down or stepped back, gasping for breath. "We need to hold on..." "My body won't move properly..." "My head hurts like it's going to split..." "Wh-what's happening?" Even those who gritted their teeth and tried to stand were pushed back again, complaining of pain in their bodies and heads. "Get out of the way!" "If you stand there, I'll cut off your neck!" The five powers, including the Sarion Kingdom, the Bellucia family, and the Ropels Kingdom, which were hollowed out by Archangel Sariel, formed a grand battle line of royalty, nobles, knights, and martial artists, and pushed through the path the people had made for Raon. It was like a buffalo plowing through a field of reeds. (E/N: Why does it keep mentioning five power but only mentioning three...so awkward) On the other hand, the people Raon had gathered through goodwill were helplessly pushed back by their massive momentum. The people tried to hold out somehow, but they sat down one by one or collapsed unconscious as if all their strength had drained away. "Let's go." Burren put down the spear he had been holding for show and gripped his original sword. "I'll finally get to stretch my body after a long time!" Martha was licking her lips saying it would be fun. [Stay still. From now on...] Raon's aura message. No, the resonance of his soul was heard. He nodded while letting out a voice mixed with laughter. [A more interesting spectacle will unfold.] *** 'As expected.' Archangel Sariel sneered as he watched the kings passing by, knocking down humans like fallen leaves. 'They can't do anything.' Unlike the monarchs he had captured, the humans now before him were useless beings no different from insects. 'They're just numerous pieces of trash.' Unlike royalty and nobles who move the world and run countries, those vermin couldn't have any impact on this continent no matter how many gathered. They were literally trash that didn't need to exist. 'And the master of those vermin is...' Archangel Sariel twisted his lips as he looked at the self-proclaimed sage visible in the distance. 'Trembling with fear.' The human called by the name of self-proclaimed sage seemed terrified, as if shocked by an unexpected situation. 'I thought he might be hiding something, but he's just filled with fear.' He could read others' thoughts by flowing divine power. That so-called sage was now anxious and worried, flustered by the appearance of royalty and nobles and the situation where the people he trusted couldn't stand up. 'Just an idiot born with decent abilities.' He thought someone who could break the brainwashing of slaves charmed by him, read people's thoughts, and solve their problems would be quite useful, but not at all. That was no different from a child who only had abilities. 'Right. I don't understand why he'd throw away his life caring for such vermin.' Archangel Sariel put chocolate fit for royalty in his mouth and stood before the human called Sage Doraen. Since he now had countless human shields beside him, no one could approach. "Rise for me, you trash." When Archangel Sariel lightly jerked his chin, the people who had been pushed back by the nobles and royalty stood up again. However, what their gazes followed was not Sage Doraen, but himself. 'Too easy.' He had the ability to freely manipulate humans who became emotionally agitated. Even those insects that so-called Sage Doraen had gathered to elevate himself would ultimately have no choice but to follow him. "Lift your head." Archangel Sariel tilted his chin toward Sage Doraen who was bowing his head. "I want to see that stupid face." At his gesture, knights and martial artists moved to make Sage Doraen stand up. "You and I have similar abilities, but the humans I lead have the power to rule the world, while the humans you helped are worthless vermin." Archangel Sariel snorted and twisted his finger. "You have failed." He let out clear mockery and removed the hood that Sage Doraen was wearing. Whoooosh! Above the worn-out robe, vivid red eyes that erased darkness appeared. Not Sage Doraen, but Raon Zieghart faced Archangel Sariel. "You..." Archangel Sariel trembled his jaw as he looked at Raon, who revealed calm eyes unlike his anxious psychology. "Failed?" Raon let out a thin smile and stood up on his own. When he stood on his own feet, the royalty and nobles around him hastily removed their hands and stepped back as if they had touched fire. "What exactly failed?" When Raon calmly jerked his chin, a warm yet clear wind that came down from the sky gently swept across the earth. "A person's value is not determined by the high or low of their status." It was the moment his low resonance spread on the wind. Whoaaaaaaa! The souls of those who had received grace from Raon, those who came to meet Raon, and those who respected Raon rose magnificently as if connected as one, ruthlessly pushing away the aura of the royalty and nobles who had been dominating this place. "Wh-what is this..." "Why are these trash..." "Get lost! You vermin!" The royalty and nobles were shocked that the people who had been following Sariel were now following the sage again and radiating terrifying aura, their faces turning pale. "H-how dare these commoners!" "Die!" The knights and nobles felt revulsion at the existence of people standing proudly and swung the swords they held in their hands. Claaaang! However, their swords were blocked by the Light Wind Palace Swordsmen and couldn't touch a single hair of the people. "Dare? You're the one who dares!" "You have a foul mouth." Martha snorted and smashed a knight's head, while Burren sneered and cut off a noble's neck. Swoooosh! Runaan, as always, spread cold energy through her sword and subdued all the nobles who had been targeting the people. "You, you bastard..." Archangel Sariel felt that Raon was a human who couldn't even be described by the word sage and ground his teeth. "What trick did you use!" He screamed as if he didn't think he had been defeated. "It's not a trick." Raon raised his sunlight eyes proudly and drew Heavenly Drive. "Your soul was simply weaker than mine." "What nonsense is a mere human spouting!" Just as Sariel was about to spread his archangel wings, refusing to accept it. Swaaaaaash! Before the feathers could emerge, the silver blade that shot up split Archangel Sariel's neck and soul. "This too..." Raon looked at Archangel Sariel's eyes that were torn wide open and arrogantly jerked his chin. "Is the result of that."