The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1327 Everything that existed in Raon's mental world stopped. No, it appeared to have stopped. The terrifying waves that bloomed from the clash between human and demon king made the entire mental world freeze solid in an instant. The mental world that should never break was torn apart in dozens of directions, and black, glowing cracks spread across the earth like a spider web. The swords that had been dancing in the sky froze like icicles hanging under eaves, and the blades that had bloomed like flowers were also pressed down into the white ground like sprouts trampled by humans, unable to rise. It was clearly the demon king's victory. Even a young child who knew nothing of battle would have no choice but to raise Wrath's hand. However, within the mental world consumed by cold energy and darkness, one light remained. Uuuuuung! Raon's sword. The martial soul, which unfolded the swordsmanship Raon had built up as Raon Zieghart into a single sword, was blocking the absolute cold energy unleashed by the demon king. Zzzzzzzt! What froze this world wasn't the cold energy Wrath directly unleashed. The cold energy that bounced off after colliding with Raon's sword was freezing this mental world white. It was divine authority befitting the Monarch of Wrath who freezes everything. However, Raon did not break even before the absolute martial prowess shown by Wrath, the Monarch of Wrath. Even though he had become deathly pale and was simultaneously spitting white steam and black blood from his mouth, he never let go of his sword. Only one sword. It was like seeing a true swordsman who stakes his life on a single swing. Ha. The Monarch of Wrath also let out a small exclamation as if surprised by Raon's desperation. Of course, it seemed he had no intention of going easy, as he unleashed cold energy more violent than before from his grip. Zzzzzzzt! Raon's breathing became heavy. His legs froze together with the earth, and his hair and eyebrows hardened white as if they had already turned gray. His face, neck, legs, and waist - everything was crumbling before the demon king's icy breath. But only one thing. His right arm holding the sword absolutely would not freeze, maintaining its original appearance. No, it showed even more noble and solemn movement than at first. Chiaaaaang! In the end, Raon continued fighting against the Monarch of Wrath's ultimate technique, the Silver Aurora, with only his right arm. Even though his legs froze and shattered, his torso cracked, and his eyes went blind, his sword absolutely never wavered. Literally the True Sword. He was the incarnation of the sword showing what a true sword truly was. Huuuuuuk! In the end, the brilliant and splendid cold energy blooming from Wrath's grip subsided first, and Raon's sword protected its master to the end from its original position. "..." Raon couldn't even breathe from his frozen mouth, nor could he lift his hardened pupils. Only his lips trembled so slightly it was almost imperceptible, as if this fight had been satisfying. "Iron Will..." Wrath lowered his grip that was still steaming and frowned. "It's a word this king neither believes in nor likes, but today that word comes to mind naturally." "..." Raon could only look down at the ground with sunken eyes as if unable to answer. The sword held in his grip was still raised sharply, meaning he would continue fighting the demon king. "Such an insolent fellow." Wrath let out a sigh toward Raon as if he didn't like that sight. "However, it wasn't bad." "..." Raon only moved his eyebrows slightly at Wrath's praise that was barely audible. "Seeing you go this far, you must want to fight and win against someone like Uriel?" Wrath calmly nodded as if he could read all of Raon's thoughts. "It's impossible for you." "......" For the first time, Raon moved his pupils to look at Wrath. Since his face itself was frozen, it seemed like there was almost no movement, but anyone could tell what he wanted to say. "Don't glare at me like that. I don't mean you can never win in your lifetime." Wrath chuckled while looking at Raon's pupils. "The Angels will absolutely not miss the timing when you fight Eden. Until the war that doesn't have much time left, you absolutely cannot reach the realm of Uriel and this king." "...Why?" Raon forcibly parted his frozen lips. Even though his lips were mercilessly torn and blood was pouring out, he paid no attention and only looked at Wrath. "Because there's no time." Wrath shook his head as if that was all there was to it. "With your ability, you should be able to stand in the same position as Uriel in not too long a time. But now is not the time for that. No matter how much of a dimension-shaking genius you are, what's impossible is impossible." "...But what if I have to do it anyway?" Raon asked with his mouth dripping pieces of lips and blood as if he could absolutely never back down. "Then you'll have to die. Countless times." Wrath coldly waved his hand as if that was all. "Of course, even then there's a higher possibility it won't work. Because there's too little physical time." "...Then help me." Raon raised the Divine Sword whose flame had extinguished leaving only a wick like a candle, as if wanting to keep trying. "What on earth makes you go this far?" Wrath narrowed his eyes sharper than a blade as if he wanted to hear that. "...I told you." Raon frowned as if just speaking was now straining his strength. "That I want to protect this house and my people." Even if they won the war against Eden and the Archangels, countless people would die, so he came here with Wrath wanting to save even one more person. His only desire was to save more people and return them to the house. "...Something so tiny." Wrath snorted as if it was pathetic. However, his lips curled up softly as if he was proud. "Fine. Whether it works or not, I'll help you. But..." "But?" "After the war ends, follow this king to the Devildom. You don't have to become king or live in the Devildom. Instead, stay for a while and see what kind of place it is with your own eyes." "..." Raon closed his eyes for a moment as if thinking, then opened them. "Alright. I was originally thinking of going there anyway." He nodded saying he would accept Wrath's proposal. "Then you can't fight in that state..." Wrath reached out his hand toward Raon. "Die for now." As soon as those chilling words ended, Raon's breath also stopped abruptly. * * * "Heoook!" When Raon opened his eyes, he could see the sky of the mental world. However, the appearance of the land he had created was clearly different from before. Gooooooo! The swords that had been flying through the sky displaying different swordsmanship were all frozen like statues, and the swords that had bloomed like flowers from the ground were also hardened, stuck in the white earth. The world that had been filled only with swords was now wrapped in blue cold energy. It seemed like Wrath's mental world rather than his own. 'Strangely cold.' Perhaps because cold energy was covering the entire world, even though only his soul existed, it was cold enough to make his limbs tremble, and he even felt eerie. "You're awake." Raon turned around at the low voice he heard from behind. Seuuuuuu. Wrath was sitting with his legs crossed on a luxurious table that didn't match his mental world. Hair containing moonlight and blue eyes that had coolly settled. His transparently clear skin made him appear mysterious and elegant. Honestly, just looking at his appearance, he was beautiful enough to think he didn't exist in this world. "Your mental world is always damn boring." Wrath wrinkled his nose while looking at the white frozen air. "How is it that all you can see is swords?" That guy shook his head saying he couldn't understand. "Hmm..." Wrath's words weren't particularly wrong. However, the way that guy looked now and what he was saying were so mismatched that he couldn't stay still. "What on earth are you eating?" Raon slightly narrowed his brow looking at the pineapple pizza held in Wrath's hand. "Can't you tell by looking?" Wrath shrugged while putting pizza in his mouth. "Pineapple pizza. Of course, that's not all there is." Unlike his pretty appearance, that guy was greedily stuffing pineapple pizza into his mouth, getting it all over his face. True to his words that there wasn't just that, on the luxurious table were scattered things like mint chocolate Bead Ice Cream and grilled meat that he usually ate often. "Haah..." Even after finishing the pizza, Wrath let out a sigh as if he wasn't satisfied. "As expected, this isn't the taste. Even in the mental world, these things can't be implemented like reality." That guy had tried creating food through imagination since it was the mental world, but sighed saying it didn't taste good. "I'll let you eat those things to your heart's content when we get out, so don't worry. But..." Raon sighed and got up. Perhaps because he had died once to Wrath, his body condition had returned to normal. It seemed he could fight right now. "Do your best here." He said let's fight again and drew the Heavenly Drive from his waist. "Tsk." Wrath clicked his tongue briefly and got up from the luxurious chair. "Making such a troublesome promise." That guy said he regretted making the promise but still stood before him. "Fine. I'll do my best to kill you until you get sick of it." Wrath lifted his chin saying he would treat him so harshly that he would want to quit training here. "If it's that kind of thing, bring it on." Raon chuckled and nodded. "Then get ready." Wrath also flicked his finger toward him as if he would accept the challenge. Kuuuuung! Raon stabbed the Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword into the frozen earth and summoned the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. "Sword Domain from the start? Well, that would be right." Wrath slowly nodded as if he thought well of it. "This time I'll try to last a little longer." Raon slowly caught his breath then stabbed the sky with the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. Red and blue trees rose above the two sword blades, then scattered countless petals. Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation Fire Spirit. The Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation technique Fire Spirit unfolded from the two swords, shooting out countless fragments and creating a storm of flames and frost. Chiaaaaang! Just when Raon was about to prepare his second technique after blocking Wrath's vision with the fragments of Fire Spirit. "This king has told you before." Wrath flicked his chin with a sneer. "That I would show you what a real flower is." That guy spread both hands while wrapping himself in wrath. Icy fragments of frost rose from his snow-white grip and began forming into blue flowers with smooth radiance. Hwaaaaaaa! Within the eerily beautiful flow of frost, a small but graceful flower bud swelled. An ice flower growing from moonlight bloomed with brilliant radiance. Just one flower. But that flower trampled all the countless flowers of flame and frost that had invaded the entire mental world and stood alone. "Monarch of Wrath ultimate technique, Ten Thousand Deaths, One Flower." The single flower Wrath bloomed erased the thousands of flowers Raon had unfolded. "The number of flowers isn't important. What's important is what kind of flower you unfold." That guy brushed off the fragments of Fire Spirit that hadn't even reached his shoulders as if he was still far away. "...Certainly so." Raon spat violent blood and nodded. When he came to his senses, all the fragments of Fire Spirit had disappeared, and in his chest was a hole the same size as the flower Wrath had bloomed. When he reacted, it was too late and there was no choice but to give up his chest. "I learned one more thing." Raon nodded with intelligent eyes as if he had properly felt Wrath's ultimate technique Ten Thousand Deaths, One Flower. "Next time, please use something different." He curled up his lips as if looking forward to the next time, then pierced his own chest with the Divine Sword. "...I'll be back soon." Raon waved his hand lightly meaning to wait a bit, then closed his eyes. His breathing slowly subsided as if he had really died. Seuuuuu! However, before even a minute had passed, the wounds on Raon's corpse began disappearing one by one, and his lost breathing began to return. "Wrath." Raon got up before even taking five breaths and immediately drew the Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword. "Thanks to Ten Thousand Deaths, One Flower, I felt many things. Please do it again." He nodded while summoning the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword again as if wanting to fight once more. "Wha, what! Why are you getting up right away!" Wrath gaped in shock at Raon who resurrected immediately, unlike before. "I also realized how to quickly come back to life here." Raon rubbed his hands together saying it seemed like he would save time thanks to this. "I have to die quickly to come back to life quickly, right?" "Thi, this crazy bastard..." Wrath trembled his chin while looking at Raon's red eyes overflowing with madness. "No! This isn't right! I completely thought wrong!" Wrath screamed asking to be sent back to the original world, promise or whatever. "It's already too late." Raon twisted his lips while grabbing Wrath as if it absolutely wouldn't work. "The only things you can do are kill me, or you die. It's one or the other." He said he had already fallen into a spider's hell and rushed forward. "So, someone please save this king!" Wrath backed away violently while looking at Raon rushing toward him with a grin. "I want to go back!" For the first time, he used the word 'I' instead of 'this king' and cried for help. However, that voice was blocked by the mad human and reached nowhere. "Kill me! With your strongest technique!" "Get lost! You crazy bastard!"