The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1390 "So you are Mage Tower Master Larian." The Hermit erased his flustered expression and curled up the corners of his mouth. "What brings you here?" He rubbed his chin with a gentle tone as if he knew nothing. "You're speaking formally again?" Mage Tower Master Larian looked down at the Hermit and chuckled. "It's okay to speak rudely like when you got beaten by Raon." She waved her hand, telling him not to speak awkwardly formal and to be comfortable. "How could I dare speak casually when meeting the renowned Mage Tower Master." The Hermit said absolutely not and bowed his head politely. "However..." He straightened his back and narrowed his eyes. "What brought you here? No, before that, how did you know I was in this place?" The Hermit exhaled a murky breath like smoke. 'I didn't move my aura at all from this position, so how on earth?' He couldn't understand Larian's appearance since he had minimized his soul to avoid Raon's Soul Sword and was hiding behind the monsters. "He told me." Larian raised her finger and pointed to the sky where golden flames and red flames were clashing. "He said you would likely pull some dirty tricks here, so he asked me to stop you." She smiled broadly, saying she came here at Raon's request. "I, I see..." The Hermit looked up at the sky and bit his lips deeply. 'Damn Raon Zieghart!' Raon Zieghart is currently in a life-or-death battle with Uriel. While engaging in a dangerous fight where his entire body could melt if he gets hit wrong even once, he didn't miss my presence - what kind of monster is he. "The personality I had heard about..." The Hermit looked at Larian's blue eyes that rippled as proudly as the sky and slightly twisted his lips. "Is quite different." He narrowed his eyes, asking where the blanket she was covered with when the war started had gone. "Right now I'm heated up because of new magic." Larian licked her red lips with her tongue. "Usually I'm buried in blankets, so don't worry." She gave a sly smile, saying she was excited thanks to the Hermit. "If your curiosity is satisfied, let's begin." Larian gestured with her chin to the Hermit, telling him to fight with his soul on the line. "I'd like to do that too, but..." The Hermit smiled broadly and lowered his hand. "I have urgent business right now, so I think I'll have to postpone the battle with you, Mage Tower Master." He left words saying they'd meet later and disappeared from Larian's sight with a whoosh. Whoooosh! The Hermit used soul-based movement magic to teleport to the opposite side from where Larian was. 'That was dangerous.' It's not that the Mage Tower Master is frightening, but if he gets interfered with, he might miss the chance to change the war situation. Now was not the time to deal with her, but to change the collapsing situation. 'No matter how much of a Raon Zieghart he is, he can't keep giving information.' Right now Raon is fighting frantically with Uriel, so it would be difficult for him to find and relay his position to the Mage Tower Master, so it seemed safe to use his power. 'First I need to change the deployment of personnel.' Raon Zieghart had performed shockingly well, and since he himself had been defeated by him, he couldn't use even a single tactic or strategy he had originally prepared. 'A lot has collapsed because of that damn Raon Zieghart, but...' The Hermit cursed Raon inwardly and bit his lips. 'I have to move even now.' It's late, but even now, if he sends monsters forward to set up meat shields and has Eden's executives and Angels attack together from behind, he should be able to push back the Five Kings alliance without much difficulty. 'If Hydra revives on top of that, we might even reverse the situation.' Hydra is like the source of violence. If he awakens and starts moving, the frustrating situation that seems completely blocked could be resolved in one go. 'Of course, I can't just kill the Silent Serpent Swordsman, but...' It was when the Hermit completed a new plan in his mind and was operating communication magic to move in that direction. "You went quite far?" A clear voice came from the air. "What?" When the Hermit lifted his head with his pupils trembling thinly, Mage Tower Master Larian was gesturing with her chin in exactly the same pose he had seen before. "How...?" He looked up at the sky with trembling eyes. Raon Zieghart was concentrating his entire mind on the battle with Uriel right in front of him, so there was no time to give information. No, aside from that, Larian had immediately chased after him right after he teleported. Unless she had chased him directly rather than receiving Raon's help, this speed would have been impossible. "I told you." Larian calmly waved her hand. "That my research is complete." She smiled as if she had already figured out the Hermit's soul movement completely. "Th, that's impossible!" The Hermit bit his lips deeply. "You haven't even learned Soul Sword, so how is that possible!" He shook his head violently, saying he couldn't believe it. "Thanks to Raon." Larian looked up at Raon and smiled broadly. "Don't lie! Right now Raon Zieghart doesn't have that kind of leisure!" The Hermit shook his head, saying he couldn't believe it. "That's not what I mean." Larian calmly shook her head. "I mean I developed new magic after seeing how Raon targets your soul." She smiled broadly, saying she finished researching soul-tracking magic thanks to Raon. "Of course there's much room for improvement, but since I made it while observing you, I can track your one soul to the very end." Larian told him to look forward to it and brought her hands together. Blue light rotated between her long, elegant fingers, forming a shape like a lighthouse illuminating the darkness of the sea. "Stop talking nonsense!" As the Hermit screamed and stomped his foot, sharp tree roots surged up from beneath his feet and shot toward Larian. "How crude." Larian sneered, not at the tree roots the Hermit shot out, but at the evil magic hidden behind them. "You're strong, but it shows you haven't fought much." She told him to stop the awkward magic and extended the blue light that surged from her palm. Peoooooong! Intense light fell from within the lighthouse orb Larian created, piercing through the condensed magic and shattering the Hermit's chest behind it. "Graaaah..." The Hermit vomited blood and collapsed on the spot. "It, it's useless." He drew a dark smile in his pain. "I, I inherited the power of the World Tree, so I won't die from something like this." The Hermit looked at Larian who was calmly lowering and raising her eyes and twisted his lips. "Unlike Raon Zieghart, you who cannot cut souls can never kill me..." He left those words and used the soul he had hidden in the opposite direction to regenerate his body. "Damn it!" The Hermit immediately punched the ground as soon as he revived. "That Raon Zieghart bastard who I wouldn't be satisfied with even if I chewed up his flesh and bones!" He screamed in fury while hiding behind the monsters. 'If it weren't for that bastard, I would never have ended up in this state!' Because of Raon, countless souls were erased and his true power fell by more than half, and Larian even developed magic to track him. The thought that all of this was because of that damn Raon made his hatred for him even stronger. If he could, he wanted to dismantle all hundreds of bones and then kill him. 'Huu...' The Hermit calmed his breathing and settled his boiling anger. 'First, let me get out of this place.' Larian had developed magic to track him, and with his current halved power, he couldn't even beat her. The best option was to withdraw from the battlefield and give commands remotely. 'As far as possible...' It was when he was about to use movement magic to escape from Larian. Peoooooong! The Hermit's head was shattered by blue light and his thoughts stopped. "Heok!" The Hermit revived again from another soul fragment and gasped for breath. "Wha, what..." He blinked as if he couldn't understand. "Just now was Larian's..." When the Hermit tried to continue his thoughts, blue light fell once again. Peoooooong! The intense blue light didn't miss its target this time either and smashed the Hermit's head to pieces. "Heup..." The Hermit couldn't even scream this time either and his breath was cut off. "Blue light!" The Hermit, reviving for the third time, let out a scream-like sound. "It's that woman! That woman with light magic..." The moment he vented his anger, blue light fell again. "Kuheoook!" Since the Hermit had just revived, he couldn't avoid that light, and this time too he died with his chest shattered. "Tha, that..." As he was dying, he looked up at the sky and let out a groan as if it was absurd. Woooooong! A blue lighthouse was erected above the battlefield sky, and blue arrows of light were falling toward him from within it. "The really crazy one..." The Hermit trembled his jaw as he watched the blue arrows of light flashing bright enough to obscure his vision. "Was that woman." He felt fear toward Larian and died with his head exploding. "Is this the end?" Larian looked at the Hermit who had died with his head and chest shattered and calmed the passion burning in her eyes. She lay down on the magic lighthouse she had created, covered herself with a blanket, and opened a book. "How boring." Larian yawned as if bored even after subduing the Hermit, who wouldn't be strange to call Eden's second-in-command, with just one magic spell. Even as she read her book saying it was uninteresting, the Hermit's fifth death was being decided by the arrows of light shot by the lighthouse. Peoooooooong! * * * "Gruuuuh." The Hermit dragged his body that had become like rags and entered a nameless forest separated from Cameloon. Only after entering deep into the forest filled with darkness did he finally manage to exhale. "To, to kill me without even looking at me..." The Hermit exhaled roughly, saying it was absurd no matter how he thought about it again. "She's crazy, completely crazy..." Larian had automatically operated the magic she created to continuously slaughter him. No matter how much that magic lacked the ability to kill souls, dying consecutively like this inevitably caused great consumption of mind and soul. 'I really barely survived.' Thanks to reviving with strong power on one side and very secretly coming back to life in another direction to escape, he was barely able to get away from Larian's magic. Unlike a lizard that abandons its tail to flee, he survived by abandoning his torso and escaping. If her magic had been in an improved state, he would have ultimately died without being able to leave that battlefield. "The power consumption was too great..." His soul was cut by Raon, and he died dozens of times to Larian's automatic magic, so his current martial prowess was only half of half. Even in a frontal fight, he wouldn't be able to beat Larian. 'The battlefield isn't the problem now. I need to survive first.' The situation had changed from before. Now he had to somehow survive and recover his strength. 'First I need to recover the aura and souls I spread throughout the continent...' It was when the Hermit was about to pour out all his abilities to survive. Seuuuuu! The entire forest where he was hiding shook as if breathing and opened a path for someone. Hooooook! Life filled the forest where the darkness of war had settled, and brilliant yet elegant light began to bloom. Hwaaaaa! The Hermit watched the being that led the forest's light and life and trembled his bloodshot pupils. "You, you are..."