The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1425 A man turns his back within brilliant golden light. His gaze first flowed to the flowing hair. Though it was golden hair, it wasn't the commonly spoken of golden color. Sunlight seeping through an old window in the late afternoon. That warm yet gentle color was releasing light from his hair. Between his hair flowing on the gentle breeze, his eyes could be seen. In that moment, his heart tightened. Red eyes. They were certainly eyes that could only be described as red, but it wasn't a blood-like redness. A quiet red without turbidity. The light of the moment when a blacksmith who had tempered a sword ten thousand times finally breaks the hot iron from the furnace dwelt in his eyes. His blade-like towering nose bridge and sharp jawline harmonized with his golden hair and red eyes, maximizing his handsomeness. His physique wasn't particularly large. Unlike giant martial artists, he was on the slender side, but that made him even more chilling. Not even a handful of excess could be felt on his body. It felt like a body that existed solely for wielding a sword. His attire was also simple. He wore black martial robes with no splendid patterns or special abilities, and only one sword hung at his waist. Even the scabbard was ordinary. Clothing that couldn't prove anything. But that alone was enough. Because he was a being who needed to possess nothing. 'First Patriarch!' Raon clenched his molars tightly. 'Is this the real appearance of the First Patriarch?' He had met the First Patriarch of Zieghart many times until now, but each time he was covered in mist, at a distance, or had his back turned, so he couldn't properly see his face. He had seen him from the front once before, but there were blurry parts, whereas now there was no such interference at all. The First Patriarch's face was clearly entering his vision. 'He doesn't seem human.' It was beauty to the extent that one would think a god had made a mistake. It was a face that made it understandable why his fellow magician had chased after him so much. Hoot. The First Patriarch drew a faint smile toward him. He never thought he would think 'beautiful' when seeing a man's smile, but it was a smile where no other word came to mind besides that. However, his smile felt somehow familiar. No, it wasn't just that - it felt like he had seen the First Patriarch's face many times. 'Grandfather? Karoon? The golden hair and red eyes are similar, but no.' Then where did I see him? While Raon was tilting his head in confusion, the First Patriarch nodded as if he was ready. "I left arrangements behind, but they were insufficient after all." The First Patriarch opened his mouth. It was a low but resonant, serious voice. "Because the enemy has also grown stronger." "...." Raon opened his mouth hesitantly. He wanted to speak, but no words came out. "I'm sorry, but we cannot have a 'conversation' right now." The First Patriarch clicked his tongue regretfully. "This time will be difficult, but eventually you'll be able to bring it to an end. You've grown better than I expected." He slowly closed his softly glowing eyes and then opened them. Swooosh. The First Patriarch turned his back again after those final words. After briefly steadying his breathing, he silently drew his sword. The sword, like his simple martial robes, had no markings whatsoever. But the moment the First Patriarch grasped his sword, the air of the mental world changed. When the First Patriarch raised his sword, the world trembled as if it had already been cut, even though he hadn't swung. Heart is the slash, or heart is the kill. It seemed like the final stage of the Soul Sword, where one could kill an opponent just by thinking. "Even if it's difficult...." The First Patriarch looked back slightly. There was no smile, no anger, no worry. "Move forward." Just tranquility. With eyes as transparent as a windless lake, he slowly lowered his sword while nodding. The world flickered white and split apart. It was a perfect sword that made all things under heaven kneel. Raon closed his eyes while capturing the First Patriarch's perfect sword in his sunset-colored eyes that were just like his. * * * Kyaaaaang! Raon slowly lifted his eyelids at the sound of something breaking. As if the First Patriarch's final sword had permeated into him, he felt something warm yet aching inside his chest. 'As he said....' Raon nodded while recalling the First Patriarch's words. 'No matter what happens, I will move forward.' He clenched his fist, vowing not to stop walking no matter how difficult it became. 'But this place....' It wasn't reality, nor was it the same as the mental image where he had seen the First Patriarch. It was a world where everything was submerged in darkness. 'It's too cold?' Not only were his hands and feet trembling, it was cold enough that his upper and lower teeth were hitting each other. The cold energy seemed to rise up to his bones. 'Is this another mental world?' Usually after meeting the First Patriarch, he would always regain consciousness in reality, but he couldn't understand why he was still in this strange mental world. 'Where exactly am I?' Raon steadied his breathing and looked around, but all he could see was darkness. He wanted to walk around, but it was so cold that it was hard to move his body. He had never felt this level of cold in either his past life or current life. 'There must be something here for sure.' Raon bit his lip and got up. There was no way such a world was created for no reason. He moved forward into the empty darkness on trembling legs to find a way out or some mechanism. Haaaa. While forcibly enduring the cold and walking in a world where even breathing froze, he saw a very small blue light blooming in the distance. 'Th-there it is!' Raon exhaled roughly and ran toward the light. He was gritting his teeth and running to overcome the cold, but strangely the light didn't get closer. 'Is it farther than I thought?' Since it was the only light in complete darkness, it seemed to be farther away than expected. He ran toward the light with full force, even using footwork. Whoooosh! But no matter how much he walked, it wouldn't get closer. Even using footwork or flying using his upper dantian, that light absolutely would not allow his approach. 'Can I not approach it? Or....' Is it pushing me away? Either way, there seemed to be no way for him to reach that place right now. 'Then....' Raon bit his lip slightly and focused his eyesight. In an instant, his vision opened and he could see the blue light. Seeing it all at once, it seemed to be in a closer position than he thought. The light he had been trying to approach wasn't a simple luminous object. Like how Derus Robert had shown Zieghart collapsing due to the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, it was an image of somewhere. 'What kind of image... huh?' Raon's jaw trembled as he watched the image. 'Derus Robert!' What was shown in the image was Derus Robert with frozen arms. He seemed to be fighting someone, coughing up blood and retreating. 'Is there anyone right now who could make Derus Robert like that?' Glenn had collapsed from severe injuries, the Heavenly Demon wasn't in normal condition either, and Darkan's body and mind had both collapsed. Since others couldn't face Derus Robert, he wondered who exactly was overwhelming that monster. In the image, he could see hands attacking Derus Robert. Blue cold energy was blooming over fingers that were white and delicate like a woman's. 'That is....' Raon inhaled sharply and widened his eyes. 'That guy's!' Splendid clothing draped over the wrists, beautiful fingers, and brilliant cold energy blooming above them. There was no one in this world who could do that. The demon king of Devildom. Only Wrath, the Monarch of Wrath, could do such a thing. 'Wrath!' Raon finally realized that the being pressuring Derus Robert was Wrath and nodded his head. 'Was this Wrath's mental world?' He had thought it strange that it was cold enough to be hard for even him to endure, but if it was Wrath's mental world, it made sense. 'But....' Wrath's mental world didn't seem to be like this before. The mental world of Wrath he had seen before was a world filled with splendid ice. He couldn't understand why a place filled only with darkness had been created. 'That's not what's important right now.' Raon shook his head vigorously and looked at the image of Derus Robert fleeing. 'If it's Wrath, he should be able to win!' It was regrettable that he couldn't achieve revenge with his own hands, but now wasn't the time to be picky about that. He had to kill that bastard somehow to prevent the worst outcome. 'Please! Kill that bastard!' Raon clenched his fist and shouted to Wrath to kill Derus Robert. However, Wrath didn't answer him. 'Why isn't he saying anything?' If it was the Wrath he knew, he should have said something like 'Take revenge with your own hands' or 'Offer bead ice cream later!' If not that, he should at least be angry, but that guy wasn't saying anything at all. Kuguuuuuuuu! Derus Robert broke out in cold sweat and retreated from Wrath's massive cold energy. He fled toward where the martial artists of the Five Kings alliance were kneeling, as if trying to use people as shields. 'It's useless.' Raon narrowed his eyes. 'Wrath won't attack them... huh?' While sneering at Derus Robert, his jaw trembled. Kwaaaaaaaaa! Contrary to his expectations, Wrath didn't control his power and poured cold energy not only on Derus Robert but also on the people behind him. Hwaaaaaaaa! Hundreds of people froze into ice fragments from Wrath's vicious cold energy, and Derus Robert moved to the left with his leg torn. Derus Robert continued to slip between people, and Wrath froze even humans and angels to attack him. 'Wh-what's going on?' Raon's jaw trembled. 'Why is Wrath... ah!' While thinking about Wrath, he recalled what that guy had said at the end. 'Rampage!' Wrath had said that since he had been in spirit form for a long time, if he was forced to descend into a physical body, there was a high possibility he would rampage. The rampage he had warned about had clearly become reality. 'That's why....' Raon glared at the light and gritted his teeth. 'Was it that I couldn't approach it?' That light was a passage to his physical body. It seemed he couldn't approach that place because Wrath was rampaging. Smack! Raon raised his fist and struck his own cheek. 'Damn it!' Even though Wrath had given him a warning, he had lost his reason and ultimately caused him to rampage, and he felt disgust toward himself in this situation. 'No, maybe it was unavoidable....' In his past life, he had no loved ones, so he didn't know. That the sorrow of loss would be as great as the preciousness of family. That he, who had always maintained his reason, would abandon everything and have his body taken over by anger - even now it was unbelievable. 'What's already passed can't be helped.' Raon accepted the pain he felt from his swollen cheek and nodded his head. 'Right now I need to think about how to escape this situation.' It was when he nodded to pioneer the situation as if he had regained his reason. 'Huh?' The image shown through Wrath's gaze suddenly began to darken. Even though it was already night, everything seemed to be staining with darkness. Wrath also seemed to feel it and slowly raised his head. Through his gaze, a massive mountain floating in the sky could be seen. No, that wasn't a mountain. Destruction. The Demonic Dragon that had destroyed Zieghart and flown here locked eyes with the Monarch of Wrath.