The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1370 "First bombardment unit, prepare to fire!" At Princess Jayna's shout, Balkar's magicians raised their staffs in formation. "First bombardment unit, fire!" At her following bombardment command, the magicians condensed mana toward the sky. The mana they gathered resonated with the magic circle hanging in the air and poured magical bombardment toward the enemies before them. Kwaaaaaa! In the bombardment mixing blazing flames, blade-like cold energy, and wind, the monsters rushing toward Owen's knights turned into black ash and collapsed. "Trust Balkar and keep going!" King Greer of Owen charged forward with his sword raised. Following him, Borini Kitten and the silver knights leaped into the blood-splattered battlefield, emitting sharp aura waves. "Kieeeek!" "Kiaaaaaa!" Under the perfect coordination of magicians and knights, the monsters literally turned to pulp and melted away. It looked like cleanly erasing a blackly scribbled drawing paper with an eraser. "Second bombardment unit, prepare to fire!" Jayna nodded at seeing her prepared tactics working and prepared the second bombardment. "Second bombardment unit, fire!" Just as she gave the bombardment command to the second unit and the magicians prepared powerful attack magic to drop on the monsters. Peoooooong! A transparent light flashed in the air and the magic shot toward the monsters was reversed back to the magicians. "Bombardment unit retreat!" Jayna urgently ordered a retreat, but it was already too late. The magic was reflected at twice the speed it had flown and struck the magicians. Kuwaaaaang! They were magicians with high magic resistance, and Jayna used defensive magic so they weren't completely wiped out like the monsters, but since the bombardment had such wide range and power, there were numerous casualties. "No way..." Jayna narrowed her eyes as she looked at the mirror-like shimmering barrier in the air. "Is it the Mirror Sheep?" She bit her lips with an expression of complete surprise. "That's right." With a bizarre laugh like fingernails scratching metal, a woman wearing a sheep mask walked out leaning on a staff that shepherds might use. Behind her were sheep with fur shining like mirrors, and their eyes had different gems embedded in them. 'Of all things...' Jayna chewed her lips as she looked at the woman in the sheep mask and the sheep behind her. 'Mirror sheep!' Mirror sheep were no different from ordinary sheep except for one thing that made them worthy of being called monsters. However, that one difference was enormous. Magic reflection. Mirror sheep had the special ability to reflect magic of each attribute according to the color of their eyes. Of course, they were weak enough that a magician could beat them to death with a staff, so they weren't usually threatening monsters, but in this kind of large-scale war it was different. With those sheep present, they couldn't use the prepared magic bombardment or large-scale magic. "Go ahead and shoot all you want." The woman wearing the mirror sheep mask waved her hand. "Our children will reflect it all back." She smiled with her eyes that sparkled in various colors as if they would reflect any magic. "Tch." Jayna clicked her tongue. The mirror sheep were one thing, but the woman wearing the sheep mask was not to be taken lightly either. She was definitely not below her own level. "I'll have to ask for help." Even in her confusion, Jayna hardened her expression and raised her hand to signal those in front. "No need to worry." Greer turned his forward advance to the left. "We'll handle it!" He charged toward the direction of the mirror sheep along with his knights. However, Greer and the knights couldn't approach the mirror sheep directly. Kugugugugugu! A warrior wearing a black orc helmet blocked their way. He didn't seem to have inherited ordinary orc power, wearing a crown made of human bones on his head and carrying a massive spear drenched in blood on his shoulder. "Hmm..." Greer's lips trembled slightly as he looked at the warrior wearing the black orc helmet. 'This is no ordinary guy.' Ordinary orcs use simple weapons like swords or axes. To wield a difficult weapon like a spear while possessing such fighting spirit, he was clearly a strong warrior. "I am Black Wolf." The man wearing the Black Orc King's helmet raised his spear reeking of terrible blood scent and aimed it at Greer. "Your Majesty! I will fight!" Silver Knight Commander Borini Kitten bit his lips and stepped forward. "No." Greer calmly raised his hand and pushed Borini Kitten back. "He's also a king, so this place is mine." He pointed his sword at Black Wolf, saying he would fight as king against king. "Excellent attitude." Black Wolf nodded as if pleased with Greer's fighting spirit. "I am Greer De Owen." Greer also revealed his name and met Black Wolf's eyes. Gooooooo! The two kings looked into each other's eyes then simultaneously kicked the ground. Dark red fighting spirit and blue aura clashed, and behind that intense light, black orcs and knights collided. "Oh my?" The woman in the sheep mask wiggled her finger. "Looks like your boyfriend can't make it?" She shrugged her shoulders as if asking what she would do. "Can't be helped. Just die like that." At the mirror sheep's gesture, the large monsters on the right moved toward the magicians. "Kruuuuuu!" The ogre flashed beast-like eyes and brought down a massive wooden club toward the magicians. "Sorry, but I don't have a boyfriend." Jayna rolled up the sleeves of her loose robe and wrapped blue mana around her hands. Peoooooong! At her seemingly powerless punch wearing mana gauntlets, the ogre trying to strike down with its wooden club exploded. It was combat magic wrapping spatial magic around mana gauntlets. "Other than that person..." Jayna lightly brushed off the ogre's blood from her hands and looked down at the woman wearing the sheep mask. "No one else catches my eye!" She charged toward the mirror sheep with her fists raised as if she would beat them to death herself. * * * 'The battle situation...' Raon narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the entire battlefield of Cameloon Plains. 'Not good.' Unlike the early stages when they overwhelmingly pushed back the enemy, fierce battles were taking place throughout the battlefield. There were too many small-scale battles, so the damage would inevitably be great whether they won or lost. 'I suppressed the Hermit to prevent this kind of situation...' It's become meaningless. As soon as I realized the Hermit was the enemy commander, I eliminated him to make them lose command, but the Death Sword Spirit took his place, and the Ghosts of Eden were showing movements more fluid than expected. If it continued like this, it seemed the damage would be great even if they won the war. 'I should stop chasing the Hermit now.' No matter how well the Hermit commanded, it seemed he wouldn't be better than the Death Sword Spirit. It seemed better to let the Hermit go and have him take command. 'It's a waste of energy to kill the Hermit.' Since the war began, I've killed the Hermit more than 10 times, but he kept reviving and running away. As he first said, it seemed he could revive almost infinitely by receiving the power of the World Tree. If it was a fight that would end just by killing the Hermit, it would be right to keep chasing him, but he and the Light Wind Palace had a different enemy. 'Angels.' Raon bit his lips slightly as he looked at the darkened sky. 'The angels haven't appeared yet.' The Five Kings' strategists predicted that the Archangel and angels would likely participate in the war from the beginning alongside Eden, but they still hadn't appeared. They were definitely watching the situation here and waiting for their moment. 'I need to conserve my strength too.' It was right to conserve physical and mental strength from now on so that he could focus all his power on them when the Archangel and the Angel race appeared, so he no longer killed the Hermit with his Soul Sword. "Hieek!" The Hermit fled as soon as he revived and hid among the monsters, but I clearly grasped his presence with Aura Perception. "I'll find the Death Sword Spirit and kill her for certain." Karoon also seemed to sense that the Death Sword Spirit had created this situation and bowed his head to Raon. "...I'll trust you." Just as Karoon trusted him, he said he would trust him instead of telling him to be careful and nodded. "Yes." Karoon politely bowed and led the Central Martial Palace into the battlefield where blood flowed like a river. "Hmm..." Burren chewed his lips as if he wanted to follow Karoon. "H-how long do we have to wait?" Martha also gritted her teeth while trembling her legs, seeming pitiful about the dying people. "..." Runaan had her eyes closed as if she would endure to the end, but she couldn't perfectly hide her impatience and kept moving her fingertips. "N-not fighting makes me even more nervous..." Dorian said his stomach hurt so much he could die and kept pounding his chest with his fist. "You'll cough up blood at this rate!" Krein hit the back of Dorian's head and shook his head. "If our king told us to wait, then just wait calmly!" He, who usually showed the most carefree attitude, nodded today showing extreme trust in Raon. "I'm frustrated too, but enduring is right." Iron Brigade Leader Trevin snorted, saying he would trust Raon. "Sorry, but it's not yet time for us to step forward. Just a little more..." It was when Raon was nodding to Krein and telling him to endure. Kuwaaaaang! There was a force that turned the frustrating battle situation around in one stroke. The Beast Union. The tribes that only revered strength were pushing forward, smashing everything with their fists as if they didn't care what abilities Eden used. "Are there no stronger ones!" Especially Beast King Ogram seemed to have gritted his teeth after being defeated by the Leader of the White Blood Religion, unleashing much more fierce punches than before and literally massacring the enemies before him. "Raon! I'll open the path for you!" As if proving his words about opening a path, he burst both Eden's ghosts and special monsters with single strikes. "Follow the Beast Union!" "An opening appeared! Target the left side!" "Charging from the west!" Thanks to Ogram and the Beast Union's explosive advance, other forces could also breathe. -Hooo! Wrath let out an exclamation as he watched Ogram. -Usually a bird with broken wings can't fly again. But that old man is flying even higher. He clapped his round hands, saying he was an amazing human. 'That's right. He's truly amazing.' It was when Raon was nodding significantly in agreement with Wrath's words. "Habun Castle! Charge!" "Charge!" With Castle Lord Milland's shout, the cavalry defending the north wall moved. Unity of man and horse. The sharp charge of knights unified with their horses split the monsters' tidal wave once more. "This much is nothing compared to the Winter Castle!" "Right! They say the Sword Sage overcame such waves when he was a trainee!" "We're here too!" Habun Castle's knights and scouts charged like a giant spear and split countless monsters. They were people who fought monsters every year as their job, so they were more energetic than anyone else on this battlefield. Hwaaaaaaa. When the monsters died and terrible blood scent arose, the murky smell of tobacco pushed away that stench. "I'll loosen up my hands after a long time. Rotten monsters." "Please put out that cigarette..." The Saintess and Holy King of the Holy Kingdom of Suphren sent eye greetings to him and entered the battlefield. The two emitted sacred energy and turned the continuously reviving undead into bone powder. Kwaaaaaaa! The Holy Kingdom's holy knights and priests also followed the king and saintess, making the entire area where undead existed into a sanctuary and even creating space where the wounded could rest. Kwaaaaaaaaa! Besides them, the allied forces that had been behind the Five Kings proved that they hadn't come here just to fill positions by drawing their respective weapons and jumping into the flames of war. The power of connections formed as Raon Zieghart lived opened new paths on the previously frustrating battlefield.