The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1384 An old swordsman with white hair neatly tied in an ethereal manner floated up into the air. His eyes also held a sense of emptiness as if transcending the mundane world. Wuuuuuuu! However, from the sword held in the old swordsman's hand, an eerie Sword Mantra echoed that sent chills down one's spine. "Raon." Rector, the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance of this generation and bearing the fearsome alias of Sword Demon, stood in the sky to help his grandson who was more precious than life itself. "Sorry I'm late." Rector drew a faint smile toward Raon as if he was now ready. "I'll face that one." He nodded seriously as if confident he could fight and defeat Raphael. "Grandfather?" Raon widened his eyes at Rector's sudden appearance. 'Why all of a sudden...' Rector's appearance was somewhat bewildering as it was beyond his expectations. 'But he's definitely gotten stronger.' Rector had consecutively broken through the walls of Martial Will that oppressed him through bone-cutting, blood-vomiting cultivation. Having received advice as sharp as a blade from Glenn, he had become a completely different Martial Artist from before. It was true that Rector had become strong enough to join the fight against the Archangels, but the opponent he had in mind for Raphael was naturally someone else. "Eh?" Envy, the Monarch of Envy, furrowed her brow and floated up into the air. "Wasn't that one my prey?" She tilted his head, saying she thought she was supposed to fight Raphael. "No, I will face him." Rector gripped his sword as if he had no intention of handing Raphael over. "You crazy old man!" Envy flicked her hand imbued with the Authority of Envy as if incredulous. "Don't steal my prey..." It was when she was grinding her teeth with annoyed eyes. "Envy." Raon reached out his hand toward Envy. "You step back." He shook his head, telling Envy not to step forward. "What? Then what am I supposed to do!" "Michael." Raon spoke the name of the last Archangel, Michael. "I want you to face Michael." Seeing that Uriel was holding the last horn trumpet, it was certain that Michael would appear. He needed someone to prevent him from blowing the horn trumpet. "Mi-Michael?" Envy seemed to be slightly intimidated by Michael's name and stuttered. "Why? Can't you do it?" Raon narrowed his eyes. "I thought the Monarch of Envy would be more than capable?" He provoked Envy by bringing up the name Monarch of Envy. "Grr..." Envy seemed conflicted, chewing her lips and vigorously rubbing her head. "Ah, fine! You're right, I'm the only one who can face that guy now!" She nodded, saying she would accept Raon's words. "Sweep away the Angels below until Michael appears." "Hmph! I'll do it without you telling me!" Envy waved her hand roughly as if slightly sulking. "Hey, old man. Since you stole my prey, you'd better kill him for sure." She twisted his lips as if she would kill both of them if Rector couldn't defeat Raphael. "Don't worry." Rector shook his head calmly. "I'll give everything I have." "Well, that wouldn't be bad then." Envy also seemed to acknowledge Rector's Martial Prowess, clicked her tongue, and descended back to the ground. "These vermin..." Raphael ground his teeth audibly, his pride seemingly hurt that Envy and Rector had argued over who would face him. "Grandfather." Raon looked at Rector and nodded calmly. "I'll trust you." Knowing what kind of cultivation Rector had done and what time he had spent, he didn't say any more words of worry. The only words he could give him were that he trusted him. "Thank you for trusting me." Rector drew a warm smile toward Raon. "In return, I'll take that demon's head." He raised his sword that wailed like a ghost and aimed it at Archangel Raphael's neck. "Demon? A demon...?" Archangel Raphael let out an empty laugh as if incredulous. "As expected, humans see the wrong things even with their eyes open." He nodded while looking at Rector as if he had expected this. "A lamb walking the wrong path must be made to come to its senses, even if it means raising the rod." Raphael let out a benevolent smile as if he were a Sage and waved his hand lightly. "I shall personally give teachings..." It was when he was turning his spear shaft with an expression that ignored Rector. Slash! With a sharp cutting sound like paper being cut, Archangel Raphael's left arm that was waving was severed. "Huh...?" Blood spurted from Raphael's severed forearm. "Wha-what is this!" He widened his eyes as if he had only now realized his arm had been cut off. "What did you do to me!" Raphael trembled his jaw as if he still didn't know what Rector had done to him. "I merely cut." Rector flicked off Raphael's red blood flowing from his blade. "With a speed and sharpness you couldn't react to." He lowered his eyebrows, saying he had simply swung his sword true to its essence. "I-impossible!" Raphael chewed his lips frantically while looking at his own blood flowing along Rector's sword. "Not even Envy, but some unheard-of human!" "For an Archangel, your mouth is truly long." Rector lowered his reddened sword and slowly shook his chin. "Will you fight? Or will you flee?" He lowered his chin quietly as if either choice didn't matter to him. "Grr!" As Raphael furrowed his brow, holy power blazed from his golden spear, and his severed arm regenerated to its original form. "I shall bestow God's teachings upon you, vermin!" Raphael ground his teeth while making a demonic smile as if his pitying of humans had been an act. "Now you finally have a face befitting a demon." Rector let out a sneer while looking at Raphael's hideous, murderous face. "Die!" As Raphael spread his eight wings, a brilliant golden radiance shot out from the spear in his hand towards Rector. Kyakyakyakyakyang! Rector split apart all the spear strikes Raphael thrust with just the movement of his sword tip. It was similar to Glenn's movements, but the breathing was completely different. He appropriately utilized the mysteries of Ten Thousand Swords moment by moment to block the Archangel's offensive in succession. Gugugugugu! Even using the mysteries of Ten Thousand Swords, it didn't seem easy to take Raphael's Martial Prowess head-on as Rector's sword shook as if it might break. "..." However, Rector didn't let out even a single groan despite Raphael's frightening offensive. Even while being wounded, he didn't miss the gap in Raphael's defense that appeared in an instant and thrust his sword imbued with the breath of Ten Thousand Swords. Pueeeeok! A hole was pierced in Raphael's right leg, and bright red blood spurted up. "Grr!" He seemed to be in severe pain as he lowered his spear shaft and grabbed his leg. "Hmm..." Rector had also received small wounds on his waist and arm, but they couldn't be compared to Raphael's injuries. "Foolish one!" Despite receiving serious injuries, Raphael drew a smile at the corner of his mouth. "I am Raphael, the Archangel of protection and Healing! No matter how sharp your blade is, I will never die unless you cut my soul!" He instantly healed his injured right leg from Rector's attack and raised his chin. "If we both get injured, in the end only you will die." Raphael himself became a golden light and pressed against Rector as if he would kill him by trading blows like this. "Cutting the soul..." Rector twisted his lips as he was pushed back by Raphael and fell to the ground. "It's certainly beyond my ability." He shook his head, saying that unlike Glenn or Raon, he hadn't followed the path of Soul Sword. "Then all that's left for you is death!" Raphael grinned as if sensing victory even though his arm was being cut off. "However..." Rector lowered his eyes while deflecting Raphael's offensive with softly glowing pupils. "There is nothing a Sword Demon cannot kill." He fell to the ground while flashing a cold, sharp gaze as if he had a way to kill Raphael. "Nonsense!" Raphael instantly erased his wounds as if he wouldn't believe Rector's words and drove down a terrifying light. "Whether it's the demon or the Angel who remains will be decided at the end of this fight." Rector also thrust his sword filled with killing intent at Raphael's neck as if wounds were no problem at all. Gugugugugu! Behind the explosive battle between Rector and Raphael, another fight was beginning. Paaaaaaang! Archangel Sariel's fist generated a terrifying wave and reached toward the head of Lust, the Monarch of Lust. Kuuuuuung! Lust turned her sword's flat side and deflected Sariel's punch while twisting her lips. "What? Is that all you've got?" She scoffed at Sariel, as if it was far from enough. "..." Sariel maintained a calm expression and shot out punches with a sharper and heavier trajectory. It was a movement filled with restraint and perfection like a machine rather than a person. "Hmph!" Lust frowned while deflecting Sariel's fist. "It's no use pretending to be calm now. Your shocked expression when you saw Wrath was clearly visible." She let out a seductive voice mixed with the Authority of Lust as if trying to provoke Sariel's emotions. "That's right! You were obviously flustered by our Raon's face and Martial Prowess!" Evelyn harmonized different colored mana while snorting. "I acknowledge it." Sariel nodded slowly. "That human was enough to shake my unwavering heart." She slowly steadied her breathing and looked up at Raon who was confronting Uriel. "But you two are not at that level." The emotion of bewilderment that had dwelt in Sariel's eyes faded away as if it had been cut out. "To an Archangel who follows God, emotions are like errors." She exhaled a chilling breath with eyes that seemed to contain the darkness of an abyss. "Your sword and magic that possess emotions won't work on me." Sariel spread her eight wings as if saying the real thing starts now and clenched her fists. "Emotions are errors?" Lust openly scoffed at Sariel. "No! It's because we have emotions that we can become stronger!" Evelyn picked up on Lust's words and spoke about the necessity of emotions. "Then we should verify that." Sariel spoke in a rigid tone and crushed the ground with her left foot. "Good! The winning side is always justice!" Lust burst through the ground and charged, bringing down a sword strike blazing with the Authority of Lust toward Sariel's head. Chiaaaaang! Evelyn's harmonized magic curved like a whip as it fell, not interfering with Lust's offensive but rather adding power to it. Suuuuuuu Sariel didn't waver even under the combined attack of Lust and Evelyn, and thrust her straight fist toward the gap where their harmony was very slightly disturbed. Kuwaaaaaang! While Lust and Sariel were engaging in violent combat contrary to their beautiful appearances, a silent, quiet fight was taking place in front of them. Huuuuuung! Archangel Ramiel moved at invisible speed, while Sloth, the Monarch of Sloth, stood in place as if feeling nothing. Piaaaaang! It was when Ramiel tried to strike the back of Sloth's neck with lightning as if he had seized an opportunity. Suuuu. Sloth, who hadn't moved until now, turned his body very slowly and blocked the lightning bolt Ramiel thrust with just his palm. "Grr!" Ramiel bit his lip, looking at Sloth's palm, which stood like a huge wall. "You're still far from it!" He shot out dozens of lightning bolts with completely different trajectories as if he would overwhelm Sloth at the speed of light. Gugugugugu! But Sloth moved slowly, and just by raising his hands, he deflected all of Ramiel's lightning. "Wha-what..." Ramiel bit his lips as if it made no sense. "You can't be faster than me! Why on earth!" He shook his head as if he couldn't understand how the sluggish Sloth was blocking his attacks. "You're right... I can't be faster than you..." Sloth was slow even in nodding his head. "It's not that I'm fast... it's that you've become slow..." He said he had made Ramiel, who was faster than light, slower with the Authority of Sloth, and slowly closed and opened his eyes as if sleeping. "What's important in battle isn't speed..." Sloth slowly regulated his breathing, saying there was something more important than speed. "That's right..." Runaan, as a Swordsman who had gained the Authority of Sloth, let out a long breath through her nose as if empathizing with Sloth's words. "You made me slower? Speed isn't important in battle?" Ramiel giggled while baring his white teeth. "How arrogant! My full power isn't just this much!" Ramiel's eyes, filled with malice, flashed as he shot out a lightning bolt from which a terrifying lightning aura exploded. "That full power too..." Sloth calmly shook his head while looking at Ramiel's fierce lightning. "Will only become slow..." He reached out his hand as before, as if there was no problem at all. Paaaaaaang! Lightning and the Authority of Sloth clashed, and pitch-black storm clouds bloomed above the ground, spewing lightning in all directions. Zzizzizizick! On the ground where lightning fell like arrows, Greed, the Monarch of Greed, and Archangel Raguel were smiling while each floating differently shaped scales. "Let's do this." When Greed flicked his fingers, gold coins began pouring above him. "Money can never overcome the value of sin and souls." When Raguel turned his jaw, black mist-like things accumulated above his scales. The demon king's and Angel's scales began a battle of souls, vibrating intensely as if each was bearing something heavier. Gugugugugugugu! Unlike the quiet battle between Greed and Raguel, the space behind where they stood vibrated intensely as if it would burst. Wuuuuuung! Seeing pure white light and golden light clash, it seemed like Gluttony, the Monarch of Gluttony, and Gabriel were engaging in a blood-spilling battle in another dimension. "Let's start as well." Raon looked at Uriel after confirming the fights between the Archangels and demon kings. He gestured with his hand, telling him to resume their halted battle. "You were the problem. Everything started from you." Uriel bit his lips deeply as if he had finally recognized that Raon was a more threatening existence than Glenn. "Though it's late, I'll do everything to kill you." He glared at Raon's neck while holding Apocalypse with both hands as Crimson Flame exploded from it. "I as well..." Raon aimed at Uriel by raising his Divine Sword and Demonic Sword at different angles, burning increasingly intense flames and Frost. "I will give my all to kill you." Believing that Glenn would defeat the Heavenly Demon, he swore his determination to pour out all his abilities to kill Uriel. Zzeeeeeeeng! When Raon's Divine Sword and Uriel's Apocalypse clashed head-on, massive flames surged up, creating a flame waterspout connecting heaven and earth. Gugugugugugugu! As the blazing waterspout fluttered like a red flag announcing the start of war, the battlefield that had been stopped began to move again. It was the moment when the great war between gods and demons occurred in the Human World for the first time since time immemorial.