The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1423 Aaaaaaaah! The sky screamed as it shattered apart. As if the god watching over this world could no longer endure and had closed his eyes, the entire firmament was dyed black and cracked. Where the moon had been, only pitch-black cracks remained, and what poured through those gaps was demonic energy of absolute zero so cold it was chilling. The atmospheric temperature plummeted instantly. All life forms standing on Cameloon Plains were instantly covered in white frost, stopping their breath as if they had become specimens. Frost bloomed over the armor of Knights standing on the battlefield, and the Magicians' staffs froze pure white. The white breath that emerged from the Angels' mouths froze before it could even disperse, becoming fine crystals that fell. A Swordsman tried to grasp his sword in fear, but the moment his hand touched the Sword Hilt, the metal stuck to his flesh as if biting and tearing at his skin. He screamed, but it didn't last long. A silence where even sound froze. A silence continued over Cameloon Plains as if a massive coffin lid had descended. Kugugugugugu! Something rose beneath the World Tree of frost that supported the darkening sky. At first, its form couldn't be properly discerned. It looked like cold energy imbued with darkness condensing into a single point. But the moment the darkness slowly took on a human-like outline, everyone standing on this land instinctively realized. That wasn't a being, but a phenomenon. It was no different from natural disasters like storms, severe cold, and lightning standing with their own will. Kirrrrrrr! That being was merely standing quietly, but the earth resonated bizarrely. The vibrations were screams. The ground was feeling fear. The first thing that caught the eye was hair as smooth as silk. Blue hair that sparkled beautifully like the sea receiving sunlight. But his hair wasn't reflecting light—it was shining while devouring light like a hungry ghost. The body beneath the flowing long hair had elegant curves and perfect balance as if sculpted directly by the demon god. It seemed that even a talented human couldn't achieve that physique through thousands of years of cultivation and training. Haaa. As he breathed out quietly with his eyes closed, the fiercely burning flames of the battlefield became ice fragments and crumbled, and the wind that had reeked of thick blood became blades of bitter cold that carved flesh and bone as they swept through. In a world where even the horizon had frozen, that being slowly lifted his eyelids. Mysterious eyes that seemed to be a mixture of silver and blue. Within those eyes that resembled the sky, fierce blue blizzards whirled endlessly. As he looked up at the sky, even the moonlight that had been struggling trapped in darkness froze white. Frozen fragments of moonlight fell soundlessly, and in the world that had lost its light, only the World Tree erected behind him emitted blue radiance. In the center of the Continent where despair bloomed, the Monarch of Wrath, who could freeze even that despair, descended. * * * "Finally came!" The Monarch of Envy bared his white teeth while looking at Wrath. "Wrath!" He trembled at his fingertips as if getting goosebumps just from seeing Wrath's complete descent. "It's boring, so hurry up and finish it!" Envy said to quickly kill that arrogant human and end the war, clenching his fist with trembling hands. "Wrath...." The Monarch of Sloth pushed aside his blanket and sat up. "It's just the right... temperature for... sleeping...." He seemed to like the cold energy Wrath had created, covering himself with the blanket again and closing his eyes. "That...." The Monarch of Gluttony smacked her lips while looking at the countless frost flowers that bloomed around Wrath. "I could eat those... right...?" She looked at Dorian, saying she wanted to turn the cold energy Wrath created into bead ice cream to eat. "Ha!" Envy let out an exasperated breath as if dumbfounded. "You bastards are acting crazy even in this situation!" He clicked his tongue, asking how they could be so calm. "It's Wrath, so...." "It's Wrath...." Sloth and Gluttony blinked their eyes, saying there was no need to particularly worry about him since it was Wrath. "Hmm, that's true...." Envy nodded briefly as if agreeing with that point. "Because that guy's power is real." He smacked his lips as if acknowledging Wrath's martial prowess despite being a fellow Monarch. "You must be happy too." Envy turned to look at the Monarch of Lust behind him and chuckled. "You met the lover you so desired...." "It's strange." The Monarch of Lust deeply furrowed her brow while looking at Wrath. "It's definitely Wrath's appearance, but it's not Wrath...." She trembled her chin, saying she could feel something different about the current Wrath from before. "What?" Envy frowned as if he didn't understand. "Hmm...?" "What do you mean...?" Sloth half-opened his sleepy eyes, and Gluttony tilted her head while eating a frozen rock. "I mean exactly that." Lust didn't take her eyes off Wrath even at the other demon kings' questions. "The Authority of Wrath itself is much stronger than what I knew, but what's inside there now isn't Wrath. No, it is Wrath, but...." She chewed her lips as if it was difficult to express. "He's gone berserk." The Monarch of Greed shrugged his shoulders with a chuckle as if it was nothing special. "Gone berserk? Why would Wrath go berserk!" Lust frowned as if she couldn't understand. "Who knows? There must be some circumstances for it." Greed seemed to know all the circumstances but had no intention of telling, drawing only a subtle smile. "Anyway, it would be better to move a little away from here. In a berserk state, instead of losing reason..." He looked at Wrath while placing his finger on his lips. "The limit is released, so he can show absolute martial prowess." Greed said even he probably couldn't stop a berserk Wrath and swept up his hair. "He gets even stronger from there...?" Envy trembled his chin as if dumbfounded. "Then nobody can stop him!" He screamed as if asking who could stop Wrath. "There's one guy who would hate hearing that...." Greed chuckled and looked to the empty left side. "And there's no particular need to stop him." He shrugged, saying this wasn't the Devildom and the humans would handle it themselves. "Berserk...." Lust let out a low groan as if she now understood why Wrath didn't feel like Wrath. "Actually, rather than Wrath...." Greed turned his gaze away as if losing interest in Wrath and looked at Derus Robert standing before the massive cold energy. "I'm more curious about that side. Seeing the Demonic Dragon of Destruction has been revived, it means the effect of the horn trumpet that calls destruction has manifested...." He caressed the horn trumpet that calls destruction, which he had seized after killing Raguel, and smacked his lips. "How did someone who isn't even an Archangel blow the trumpet of destruction?" Greed narrowed his eyes, saying he didn't understand that part. "You know something, don't you?" He narrowed his eyes again while looking at the empty space to the left. [Not interested.] The empty space rippled and a voice that only Greed could hear flowed out. "Right, what you're interested in would be Wrath. Will I get to see you two clash after a long time?" Greed rubbed his hands together as if looking forward to it. "For this kind of fight, paying 100 million as spectating fee would be fine...." [No.] The voice from the void firmly cut off Greed's words. [What I desire is not that kind of Wrath.] He snorted, saying he had no interest in Wrath who had lost his reason and gone berserk, no matter how strong he was. "Really? Then it'll be even more interesting." Greed grinned and curled up the corners of his mouth as he alternately scanned the Dragon of Destruction in the screen floating in the sky and Wrath who revealed empty eyes. "Because destruction and wrath will clash." [....] The voice from the void said no more. "Wrath...." Lust gripped her sword with trembling hands as if she would save Wrath even if it meant ignoring the Law of Causality. And one more. Among the humans who couldn't even breathe, overwhelmed by Monarch of Wrath's Authority, there was still one who retained the will to fight and laboriously raised his sword. * * * "Haaa." Derus Robert trembled his chin while looking at Wrath standing beneath the blue World Tree. 'What is this....' He swallowed dry saliva in the world of absolute zero where even breath froze. It didn't feel like saliva, but exactly like swallowing a sharp pebble. 'Where did such a monster come from?' Ambushing Glenn and the Heavenly Demon, and reflecting the Soul Sword within Darkan's Mental Image was naturally a planned affair. Breaking Glenn's mind and body, and bringing down the struggling Raon, Darkan, and Heavenly Demon were all within his expectations. He had devised thousands of plans and chosen the most perfect path among them, so the current result was natural. He had planned to finish by cutting off Glenn's breath and mocking Raon who had interfered with his plans countless times, but something completely unimaginable happened. 'What the hell is that guy!' Derus Robert bit his lips deeply while looking at Wrath whose eyes were so empty they seemed transparent. 'The demon king that was inside Raon's body is certain, but....' What was standing in front of him now was definitely the Monarch of Wrath dwelling in Raon's body. He was the only one with mysterious hair and eyes that appeared to alternate between blue and silver depending on the angle. 'Why did he come out?' He knew Raon had the power to summon a demon king. But he had pushed his body and mind to the point where he wouldn't have such leisure, and had even prepared to prevent the descent, so he couldn't understand how he had come out. 'No, more than that....' Derus Robert let out rough breath through his lips. 'Is that really that demon king?' He naturally knew of the demon kings' existence and had actually seen them several times. But he had never felt such an aura before. Literally a monster. He could feel power that overwhelmed everything just by existing. 'Dangerous. I must kill him as quickly as possible!' Composure disappeared from Derus Robert's face for the first time. It was the moment he sent a signal to the Dragon of Destruction that had brought down Zieghart and raised his sword. Step. Wrath took one step forward. No weight was applied. What dwelt in his step was will. It was an instinctive counterattack responding to Derus Robert's covert killing intent. Hwaaaaaah! Frost that bloomed from Wrath's single step spread out in concentric circles, dyeing the earth pure white. The moment his will manifested, the world was already frozen. "Keuuk!" Derus Robert tried to step back to escape Wrath's cold energy but froze in place. His legs were also stained by Wrath's cold energy. "W-wait!" Kwaddeuddeuk!