The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1404 "Now you can't even count numbers." Archangel Uriel exhaled a murky breath while lowering the Apocalypse he held in his hand. "You've been using excessive flames that don't suit you, has your brain burned out too now?" He furrowed his brow as if questioning whether the number Raon mentioned was correct. "It's correct though?" Raon calmly nodded his head. "Archangel Ramiel knelt before Sloth, the Monarch of Sloth, Archangel Sariel was charmed to death by Lust, the Monarch of Lust, and Gabriel was devoured by Gluttony, the Monarch of Gluttony. Even Raguel, whom you trusted, couldn't overcome Greed's avarice and was crushed under gold coins." He folded his fingers one by one, saying that all four Archangels you trusted are dead, aren't they? "You definitely said five, didn't you?" Uriel bit his lips deeply, saying that one Archangel still remained. "Of course I didn't forget." Raon chuckled and wiggled his last finger. "It's just that over there seems almost finished too." He shrugged his shoulders without even watching the battle between his grandfather Rector and Archangel Raphael. "Ha..." Uriel narrowed his eyes as he felt the piercing sounds of sword and spear coming from afar. "From what I can sense, your blood relative seems about to die from exhaustion?" He gestured with his chin as if he could see Rector, not Raphael, dying. "If you had such judgment..." Raon smiled and pointed to the dead Archangels on the ground with his left hand holding the Demonic Sword. "They wouldn't have died." He sneered, comparing his own judgment that set up the board so that four out of five battles could be won with Uriel's judgment that couldn't secure even one victory. "..." Uriel raised Apocalypse and quietly caught his breath. 'Certainly...' This isn't a good situation. He had thought that the newly accepted Archangels might be defeated, but he didn't expect Gabriel and Raguel, who had sat on the Archangel's throne for thousands of years, to be defeated so easily. Even though the Law of Causality given to the demon kings had been almost exhausted, the death of four Archangels was far beyond expectations, making him feel frustrated. 'There's still one piece of trash with power to spare.' The Monarch of Envy. The demon king who couldn't find an opponent was massacring Angels and the Angel race while riding a giant snake as if the war was boring. His behavior that went beyond cruelty to mock the heavenly realm naturally made him frown. 'There are many Angels, but...' If more sacrifices occur beyond this, there will be disruption to the plan. Their plan hadn't started yet. If the number of Angels decreased further than this, it would become difficult to execute the heavenly realm's plan. 'To change this situation...' The only way is for Raphael to quickly kill that old Swordsman. Raphael was a newcomer who rose to the ranks of Archangel along with Sariel and Ramiel, but the healing talent given to him surpassed the previous Raphael. It wouldn't be excessive to evaluate it as the heavenly realm's greatest recovery power. Moreover, contrary to Raon's words, the old Swordsman couldn't gain the upper hand against the endlessly regenerating Raphael and was gradually getting exhausted. If left alone, Raphael would win on his own, but until then, too many Angels would die to Envy. 'If it's Raphael, he should be able to break Envy.' The compatibility between Raphael, the Archangel of Protection and Healing, and Envy, the Monarch of Envy, is good. If Raphael could just defeat the human Swordsman, he could make even Envy kneel and reverse the current situation. Swuuuuuu! Uriel raised Apocalypse again and lowered his eyes. [Raphael.] He sent a message made of Divine power to Raphael who was fighting Rector. [You may cast off the shackles placed upon you, so kill that human as quickly as possible and face the Monarch of Envy!] Uriel gave Raphael instructions to remove his restrictions while swinging down the Crimson Flame blade of Apocalypse. Kwaaaaaaaaaaa! He dropped a tsunami of Crimson Flame that split heaven and earth and charged toward Raon standing at its end. [I'll burn that human to death and go too!] * * * "Finally..." Archangel Raphael curled up the corners of his mouth long. "I can finally break that maggot-like sword of yours!" He exhaled white breath and instantly healed the wound where his waist had been carved out in a circle. "Huu..." Rector exhaled violently and slightly trembled the hand holding his sword. "Truly a terrible regenerative power." He had thrust attacks that would kill an ordinary human thousands of times over, but Raphael healed wounds all over his body just by emitting the light of holiness. He had prepared himself after hearing the title of Archangel of Protection and Healing, but he didn't know it would be to this extent. 'His regenerative power is superior to what I heard from Raon.' He had heard from Raon that Raphael's regenerative power was tremendous and prepared accordingly, but the Archangel in front of him now seemed to have healing abilities beyond the previous generation. Seeing him immediately heal even when his neck was cut off, he could only say he was disgusted. On the other hand, far from recovering from the wounds he received from Raphael, they only widened further, and his stamina declined so his breathing became increasingly labored. It was honestly not an exaggeration to say it was the worst situation, as it was difficult to find an opening to use the sword that could kill an Archangel. 'But...' I can't break here. No matter how strong Archangel Raphael's regenerative power was, he couldn't give up and retreat. He'd rather die, but he couldn't lose the trust of his grandson who believed in him despite having the option of demon kings. "You can never break this sword before killing me!" Rector shook his head, shouting that as long as his life wasn't broken, the sword wouldn't break either. "Then I'll just have to break your neck first." Raphael bared his white teeth and grasped the end of his spear shaft. "Now your sword can no longer touch this body." He spread his eight wings as if from now on it would be a different fight. Paaaaaaang! As Raphael's wings spread magnificently, the wave-like gentle healing energy covering them was forged into thorn-like sharp and pointed forms. "From now on..." Raphael bent his upper body forward while spreading his wings that were sharpened like saw blades. "I'll show you the true Martial Prowess of an Archangel." He shouted to try and receive it if he could and shot forth as a golden flash. 'What!' Rector swallowed dry saliva watching Raphael's spear thrust boring in at a terrifying speed. 'Left side!' It was a speed that couldn't be grasped with the eyes. Through senses learned from countless battles, he felt Raphael's offensive thrusting from the left and turned his body. Jjeoooooong! Though he barely managed to block Raphael's spear thrust through experience, that power was also on a completely different level from before. "Kreuuuk..." Rector couldn't endure Raphael's Divine power that seemed to pierce flesh and bone, and let out a low groan. Even though he blocked it with aura, tremendous pain was felt as if wounded, as if the Divine power itself had intense penetrating power. "Painful, isn't it?" Raphael pushed his spear shaft and lifted his chin. "Just because I heal doesn't mean I don't feel pain. Now it's your turn to receive back all the pain I endured." He swung his spear shaft while drawing a smile full of Killing Intent as if he would return all the pain he had received so far. Huuuuuuung! Raphael moved fast as lightning as if his words that this was just the beginning were sincere, pouring chillingly sharp spear thrusts at Rector. Jjeojeojeojeojeong! Rector was barely managing to block Raphael's spear thrusts that appeared as white blurs, but despite defending, his lips turned white as if the pain was severe. 'Ho, how...' Raphael had certainly done his best when facing him. His healing ability certainly transcended human concepts, but his Martial Prowess wasn't much different from his own, so he couldn't understand how he could become strong so quickly. If Raphael had shown this kind of Martial Prowess from the beginning, he would have died long ago. "Curious about why I became stronger?" Raphael twisted the corners of his mouth as if he could clearly see Rector's thoughts. "Simple. I just converted the healing power given to me into Martial Prowess." "Healing power into Martial Prowess?" Rector narrowed his eyes while listening to Raphael's words. "That's right. I converted the healing power that overcomes even death into Martial Prowess and gained the power to crush you." Raphael jutted his chin, saying he became able to display terrifying Martial Prowess by consuming his healing power. "Originally there were restrictions, but since Lord Uriel has given permission, I'll make you feel the pain of hell!" He muttered that he would return all the pain he had suffered from Rector's sword so far and lifted his golden flashing spear shaft. He seemed to have already forgotten Uriel's words to end it as quickly as possible. "Huu..." Rector caught his breath and nodded his head. "I see. So that was it." He drew a gentle smile, saying now he understood the reason. "Laughing...?" Raphael furrowed his brow deeply. "Don't tell me you're having the stupid thought that my healing power is gone?" He let out an empty laugh as if it was absurd. "No matter how weakened my healing power has become, I can immediately heal from a sword like yours!" Raphael gritted his teeth, saying that now there was no possibility of Rector defeating him. "It seems you've used your power again for this useless old man." Rector ignored Raphael's words and looked at Raon's back in the distant sky with a smiling face. Raon didn't even look back at him as if he had no interest in this side, focusing only on his fight with Uriel. "Haa?" Raphael exhaled violently as if angered by being ignored by Rector. "You're begging to be killed!" He shouted that he would take his head right away and kicked off the ground. Paaaaaaang! Raphael advanced at a speed surpassing Ramiel, the Archangel of Lightning, and thrust his eerily shining spear toward Rector's heart. Chiaaaaang! Rector showed quietly flashing eyes just before his already cracked chest was about to be pierced by the spear. "As expected..." His sword rose at a graceful angle as if drawing moonlight. "You lack experience. Your sword technique is fixed." Rector drew a semicircle with his bluish-glowing sword as if he had anticipated that Raphael would pretend to aim for the neck before thrusting for the heart. Jjeoooooooong! Rector's sword smoothly received Raphael's spear thrust and flowed it to the ground. Despite his perfect defense, he bit his bleeding lips as if feeling shock and pain. "Not yet! My attack is... Ah!" It was when Raphael was forcibly lifting his spear that struck the ground to target Rector again. Rector's sword that had risen quietly fell half a breath faster. There was no fancy sword technique or mighty aura, but Willpower so dense it was visible rose like a mirage from his sword. Pueoooooook! Rector's sword imbued with conviction passed by Raphael's angry face and thoroughly split his neck. "Kreuu!" Raphael immediately rolled his eyes as if his split neck was nothing. "I told you! You can't kill me with a human's sword! I can heal as much as..." It was when he was about to emit the light of healing, saying he would regenerate immediately. The light of holiness disappeared from Raphael's body that had always immediately healed wounds, and the Archangel's head floating in the air fell to the ground. Thuuuk!