The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1385 Gugugugugugugu! Throughout the Cameloon plains, Archangels and demon kings clashed, twisting heaven and earth. Gold coins fallen from the scales piled up into mountains, blackened blades tore through space, and hundreds of lightning bolts shot up from the ground to the sky. "Kill the monsters!" "Swing your swords for the continent!" "Destroy the humans!" "For the Restoration!" The martial artists of the Five Kings Alliance and the Ghosts of Eden did not spare themselves even in the earth-shaking fierce battle. They dedicated everything they had to kill their enemies with their respective beliefs carved in their hearts. When battles between Transcendents or absolute beings broke out, martial artists with relatively weaker power would normally be demoralized, but war was different. The martial artists of the Five Kings, the Ghosts of Eden, and even the Angels of the heavenly realm all swung their weapons at their enemies, risking their lives as if they were the protagonists of the war. However, there was someone who alone maintained composure in the battlefield where blood and heat were growing thicker. "Whoo." Burren calmly regulated his breathing and relaxed the strength in his hand holding the sword. 'This kind of situation...' He frowned as he looked back at the Light Wind Palace where executives had departed in large numbers. 'I didn't hear about this.' He naturally knew that Raon calling the demon kings to fight the Archangels was originally planned. However, he had no idea that those demon kings would take along the Light Wind Palace executives who were connected to them. 'Martha, Runaan, Dorian, even Krein...' Martha and Runaan were division leaders responsible for their respective divisions, and Krein and Dorian, though not division leaders, held roles above squad leaders responsible for the center of the formation. All four who disappeared were in positions leading subordinates, so the situation was not good. 'Mark Goetun and Trevin have separate tasks to do.' Mark Goetun was a guardian who followed Raon and originally moved alone, and Warring Steel Leader Trevin always only handled the Warring Steel Division, so he couldn't expect help now. 'Of course, Raon won't be able to move either.' Raon had begun battle with Uriel, who seemed the strongest among the Archangels. It would be absolutely wrong to ask him for help. 'Does this mean I have to do it alone in the end...' Burren looked at the Angels filling the sky and bit his lips slightly. 'I wish I had gone too...' Since he also received the Authority of Pride, if Pride appeared at this place, he would fight alongside him and wouldn't need to have such complicated thoughts, but leading all of Light Wind Palace alone felt burdensome. 'Burdensome? That's not it!' Burren firmly shook his head to erase the ominous feeling filling his mind. 'This is rather an opportunity to show my abilities.' He had received the Authority of Pride, the Monarch of Pride who was close to the strongest among the Seven Deadly Sins. To not shame that power, he shouldn't have weak thoughts. 'Let's do it.' Not just 'let's try', but thinking he would definitely accomplish it, he lifted his head. As if his will was right, the Authority of Pride that had sunk deep into his soul slowly opened its eyes and began transmitting power to him. "Light Wind Palace, listen!" Burren turned around to look at Light Wind Palace and stomped his foot. Tremendous power dwelled in his toes imbued with Pride, and the ground was gouged out greatly. "The Palace Master is not here! The executives who led you are also not here. However!" Seeing the Light Wind Palace swordsmen's eyes wavering, he stomped the ground once more. "I am here!" Burren raised his fist and struck his own chest as if he would shatter it. "I will lead you all to victory!" Burren's firm will further amplified the Authority of Pride he received from Pride, and dignity surpassing a Transcendent settled over his entire body. "We will follow!" "Just give us orders!" The Light Wind Palace swordsmen seemed to feel awe at the confidence and dignity Burren displayed, erasing their anxiety and burning with eyes full of fighting spirit. "Our Light Wind Palace's target is the Angels." Burren exhaled a heavy breath and raised his sword. "Ignore the Ghosts of Eden and monsters, focus only on the Angels!" Following Raon's instructions, he shouted to thrust swords only at the Angels and turned his eyes to the right. "Attack from the right! Light Wind Palace advance!" Burren aimed his sword at the Angels attacking Owen's flank from the right. "Charge in Wind Fang Spear formation!" He instructed the formation to charge in a spear-like pointed formation and advanced first. "It's the Zieghart vermin!" "Stab them all to death!" The Angels changed direction from attacking Owen Kingdom and shot chilling divine power toward Burren and Light Wind Palace. Kyaaaaaang! Burren cut through the divine power the Angels shot with just one sword swing, then narrowed his eyes. 'They haven't formed proper ranks.' The Angels had moved hastily toward Light Wind Palace while attacking Owen, so they weren't in proper positions. "Flash Wind!" When Burren stopped at the front and gave orders, the Light Wind Palace swordsmen with spear-blade-sharp formation divided into groups of four and charged toward the Angels. "Hmph!" "If they scatter, it'll only be easier to kill them!" "Stupid fools!" It was when the Angels were sneering as if ignoring the Light Wind Palace and thrusting their spears burning with divine power. Swaaaaak! The Light Wind Palace swordsmen advanced at more than double speed while wrapped in blue wind, slashing the throats of the Angels who had let their guard down. "Uh..." "Th-this..." "Grr..." The Angels were flustered by the suddenly increased speed of the Light Wind Palace swordsmen and couldn't even properly swing their weapons as their throats and hearts were cut. "Grrrk!" "Re-retreat and form ranks!" "Don't face them head-on!" As the Angels tried to flee quickly following the mid-ranking Angels' orders, Burren advanced forward again. "Flying Wolf Needles." When Burren shouted Flying Wolf Needles, the Light Wind Palace swordsmen began moving separately as if abandoning formation maintenance to catch up with the fleeing Angels. "They've scattered!" "The formation is broken!" "Now's the chance! Kill the humans!" The mid-ranking Angels seemed to consider the situation where Light Wind Palace had broken formation and scattered as an opportunity, shouting to charge again while gripping their spears of divine power. Paaaaaa! Seeing the Angels rushing toward Light Wind Palace while emanating intense divine power, a smile appeared on Burren's lips. "They took the bait." When Burren nodded and raised his sword to point at the sky, the feet of the Light Wind Palace swordsmen who were moving separately became connected by blue-tinged wind. Pububububuck! The Light Wind Palace swordsmen advanced on blade-like cool wind and lightly severed the throats of the Angels who had stiffened in panic. "Wh-what is this..." The mid-ranking Angel trembled his lips as if unable to believe the situation where his subordinates were massacred in an instant. "Flying Wolf Needles is not a formation that breaks the formation." Burren shook his head while looking at the mid-ranking Angel whose lips were trembling in panic. "It's a sharp trap that provokes and lures in stupid fools like you Angels, then cuts off your ankles." Flying Wolf Needles appeared to dissolve the formation and move chaotically on the surface, but it was actually a formation type that hid the formation's flow beneath their feet while speeding up movement. Just now, he had lured the Angels with Flying Wolf Needles, then activated the formation's power strongly in the True Enemy Soul form to make them sever those beings' throats. "Th-that's impossible..." The mid-ranking Angel's lips trembled violently. "How could stupid human bastards..." He ground his teeth in anger at unexpectedly losing his subordinates. "We came to this place to kill Angels." Burren lightly regulated his breathing and raised his sword. "If you hadn't prepared in advance, you would never be able to defeat us." He nodded heavily, recalling the countless beatings he had received from Raon while training to kill Angels. "Sh-shut up! Don't you dare speak to me carelessly, mere human!" The mid-ranking Angel made another remark dismissing humans and thrust his spear of divine power. Kyaaaaaang! Burren concentrated the power of the Light Wind Formation on himself and lightly deflected the mid-ranking Angel's fierce attack. "This can't... guhk!" Burren didn't miss the opportunity when the mid-ranking Angel was startled, rushed at him and immediately shattered his chest. "Grrrr..." The mid-ranking Angel trembled all over as if unable to believe his own death, then collapsed. "Whoo..." Burren regulated his breathing as at the beginning and examined the dead Angels. 'Angel casualties are over a hundred. As for us...' He looked back at Light Wind Palace with narrowed eyes. 'Only about five lightly wounded?' Despite killing over a hundred Angels, Light Wind Palace's casualties were only five lightly wounded who had no trouble continuing to fight. It was literally an overwhelming victory. "Impressive." Warring Steel Leader Trevin let out a hollow laugh. "Your command could be considered Palace Master level, wouldn't it?" He smiled broadly, saying Burren's command ability was not inferior even to Raon's. "I was surprised too." Mark Goetun also nodded, admiring Burren's command ability. "No." Burren firmly shook his head. "If the Palace Master hadn't trained us on methods to deal with Angels, the casualties would have been severe." While it was true that he had tactically devoured the mid-ranking Angel, since the Angels' martial prowess was so strong, normally there should have been quite a few seriously wounded even if they won. However, because Raon had trained them on methods to deal with Angels before the war, Light Wind Palace was able to achieve an overwhelming victory. "That person is literally a monster. I can't catch up to him yet." Burren said he couldn't match Raon not only in martial prowess but also tactically, and looked up at the sky. "However..." He clenched his fist while watching Raon, who wasn't being pushed back even an inch against Uriel. "Someday, I plan to surpass you one by one as you said." Burren nodded with conviction, saying he would catch up to Raon in both command ability and martial prowess. "Oho!" "That's a good resolution." Trevin exclaimed, and Mark Goetun showed a gentle smile as if Burren's confidence was admirable. "Let's move to the next. There's no time to rest." Burren looked at the Angels targeting the Holy Kingdom of Suphren and raised his sword. "Yes!" "Let's go!" "Prove the power of Light Wind!" The Light Wind Palace swordsmen burst into cheers as if they were confident they could defeat any number of Angels with Burren's command, and moved following him toward the Holy Kingdom of Suphren's formation. 'Father is...' Burren turned his gaze to the right where he could feel Karoon's aura while leading Light Wind Palace forward. 'He can win, right?' The person Karoon would face was a monster who learned martial arts from the Heavenly Demon. Honestly, he trusted him, but the reputation of the Heavenly Demon's name was so great that he was worried. 'No.' Burren firmly shook his head. 'Right now, I have no choice but to trust and move!' Just like Raon, Karoon was also a martial artist who didn't betray trust. What he had to do now was trust everyone and focus only on what he himself had to do. "Let's go!" Burren erased the ominous thoughts crossing his mind and raised his sword high. "Fight! Today is the day the mad wind shatters the heavenly realm!" * * * Kuuuuuung! At the center of the strange battlefield where Eden's executives stood in a circle. "Haa..." A golden-haired, red-eyed middle-aged man was kneeling on one knee. He seemed to be in poor condition, biting his lips with his sword-holding hand trembling finely. "Karoon Zieghart." Across from the middle-aged man, Eden's Death Sword Spirit wearing a Beautiful Woman's Helmet exhaled a cold breath. Burren's worry wasn't unfounded, as Karoon, Zieghart's Central Martial Palace Master and a swordsman walking the path of supremacy, was breathing heavily without being able to stand up, as if he had been defeated by the Death Sword Spirit. "Acknowledge your defeat." The Death Sword Spirit muttered that it was all over and flashed cold eyes. "Defeat..." Karoon slowly rose to his feet, using his sword like a walking stick. "I have seen a martial artist who absolutely never yields to defeat. I was jealous enough to want to kill him, stayed up nights for months trying to catch up, and came to respect him as much as my father." He gently curved his lips as if recalling someone. "Having fought such a man, do you think I would acknowledge defeat here?" Karoon let out a twisted smile and raised his sword, its trembling now stopped. "I am Zieghart's Central Martial Palace Master, Karoon Zieghart, who contested the successor's position with Raon Zieghart!" He raised his chin as if proud of having fought for the successor's position with Raon. "Until I am defeated by him again..." Karoon raised his sword that resonated with a quiet Sword Mantra and aimed it at the Death Sword Spirit. "I will not lose to anyone."