The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1426 On a night when the moon was full, the sun rose again. The humans of the Five Kings alliance felt reverence upon seeing the newly risen crimson sun. Some called it a blessing from god, and some knelt down and prayed. They regarded the second sun as an auspicious sign and believed that the terrible war would end and peace would come. Until the newly risen sun blinked its eyes. In an instant. The world fell into silence. The wind stopped, and the sky hardened. Rats and insects hiding deep underground burst out and scattered in all directions as if they had gone mad. The crimson sun moves. Slowly, very slowly. That magnificent red light hanging in the northern sky began to descend in an arc. Only then could humans realize. That wasn't a sun, but something's eye. What came next was sound. It wasn't a roar. It wasn't crying either. A shriek that couldn't be expressed in human language. A terrible sound as if crawling up from the bottom of hell with hook-like claws vibrated the entire continent. The hearts of humans gathered on Cameloon plains palpitated in rhythm with that vibration. Angels and monsters were no exception. It wasn't an action they wanted to do. Bodies trembling with fear began pulsing regardless of their own will to escape from their natural enemy's gaze. People bit their lips and clutched their chests in soul-crushing pain. The weak collapsed convulsing with their eyes rolled back. The clouds covering the moon split apart. Rather, it was more accurate to say they were pushed away. The clouds themselves were torn to shreds by the massive weight and driven in all directions. What filled the empty space wasn't transparent sky, but crimson scales. It was beyond the category that could be described with words like 'big' or 'huge'. Wings could be seen behind diamond-shaped pupils that glowed with a red light deeper than the sun. Even knowing they were wings, it felt like calling them wings was blasphemy. A black curtain that could split half of Cameloon plains in two was magnificently spread out. The blood vessels revealed between the wing membranes were red like rivers of flowing lava, and that light painted red shadows on the earth. The world was stained blood-red as if true destruction had arrived. As if dawn would never come again. A single scale fell from the Destruction. The moment the scale that fell lightly like a falling leaf touched the earth, shockwaves spread. Dozens of angels and humans were swept away by that massive wave and disappeared without leaving even a scrap of flesh. People realized. What was above them wasn't some Dragon, but Destruction itself. The Demonic Dragon's neck descended, causing black cracks. It looked like a mountain range collapsing and falling. The scales densely embedded below its neck were like shields surrounding a massive fortress. The heat blooming between the scales made the air sizzle and burn. As the Demonic Dragon's neck descended, the earth's temperature rose. The grass of the plains withered yellow, and river water evaporated. Just by the Destruction breathing, the world was drying up. Finally, the head completely revealed itself. Twelve horns surrounded the head, extending sharply like a crown. The overwhelming majesty made one think that perhaps those horns were the prototype of the golden crowns placed on all kings' heads. It seemed like this was what the concepts of dominion and dignity would look like if they took physical form. Haaaaaaaa! The Demonic Dragon opened its mouth. It didn't speak or cry out. It merely exhaled breath, but the earth shattered into pieces creating an endless abyss. The Demonic Dragon, as if not yet fully awakened from sleep, drew in a deeper breath with its eyes half-lowered. Light brighter than the sun and hotter than the sun. It was breath that could be called the origin and ultimate essence of Dragons. In that brilliant light, a mountain to the south melted away. The Bariston mountain range that surrounded the Suphren Holy Kingdom like a folding screen...The highest peak among them collapsed futilely like a sandcastle hit by waves. Rock formations stretched and flowed down like taffy, and the eternal snow instantly evaporated into mushroom-shaped pillars of steam. Thud. A Swordsman of the Five Kings alliance who had been watching that scene dropped the sword he was holding. He didn't pick it up. Because there was no reason to pick it up. What meaning could a sword have against Destruction? Such dark thoughts spread among humans like an epidemic. What meaning did shields have, what meaning did spears have, what meaning did castle walls have, and what meaning did magic and martial arts have? Nothing would work against Destruction. Destruction didn't come loudly. Quietly and silently. Knees buckled first, weapons were laid down, backs bent, and finally heads dropped. Knights who broke their swords and knelt, Magicians tearing up their spellbooks, priests crouching while clutching scriptures to their chests. Humans accepted destruction in silence. "Th-that thing...." "Is that the Demonic Dragon of Destruction?" "I-it's completely different from what we heard...." "A messenger of the heavenly realm? No, that's just destruction itself!" The angels were no exception. When they realized that the Demonic Dragon of Destruction they had thought was a messenger of the heavenly realm was merely an existence like a black hole that sucked everything in, they clutched their chests that ached as if they would tear apart. Their proud pure white wings were also broken together. "Aaaaah!" "He has been resurrected! Our god has been resurrected!" "The world of monsters has come again!" "Destruction will be scattered upon this world!" "Drink my blood, tear my soul, and erase this world!" On the other hand, the Ghosts of Eden shed tears of joy at the resurrection of the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. They entered the heat, hotter than lava, vowing to comb their souls and become the breath of the Dragon of Destruction. Gooooooo! The Demonic Dragon of Destruction lowered its gaze. Crimson pupils of light deeper than the sun swept across the earth. It swept over the swordsmen, the magicians, the angels, and the martial prowess they had built up with a single glance. But the Demonic Dragon had no interest. No hatred, no anger, no contempt, no admiration. It was only thinking of the destruction it would bring about with eyes where the light of destruction bloomed. It wasn't being hateful or regarding others as enemies. It simply couldn't see humans. Even though a thousand years had passed, the human species itself seemed to feel no different from insects to the Dragon of Destruction. The Demonic Dragon spread its wings. In the wind created by the wings, all the spires of the trading city Cameloon snapped off. The bell of the cathedral fell into the plaza with a thunderous sound, but no one reacted. That sound wasn't an alarm warning of crisis, but a death knell singing of destruction. "Oh God! Is that... is that... the price for the sins we have committed!" The old priest threw away the sacred scripture he had devoted his life to protecting and clutched his head. He could no longer offer prayers and burst into tears, falling into despair. "Grrgh...." The Shadow Agents operative who had remained to record the battlefield situation left the old priest's crying behind and took up his pen with trembling hands. Since he couldn't write with one hand, he supported his right arm with his left arm as he made his record. 'I, I have to leave it behind! Everything here!' This moment. He wanted to leave behind this battlefield that could be humanity's last. But in the end, he couldn't move his pen. Not because he didn't know what words to use to express it. Because he realized that even if he left writing, there would be no one to read it. Thud. The operative finally exhaled a breath full of regret and dropped his pen. The Demonic Dragon paid no heed to humans' anguish and despair, and opened its massive mouth again. Crimson flames began to surge between them. It wasn't heat, but the power of destruction that would turn existence into nothingness. As if destroying the Bariston mountain range wasn't even breath, the Demonic Dragon drew in an even denser and deeper breath, creating a sphere of heat larger than the sun. All life remaining on Cameloon plains realized. There was nowhere to flee, nowhere to hide, and no way to fight. All that remained was to feel how futile their lives were during the brief moment destruction would sweep across the earth. The Demonic Dragon dropped destruction upon this world. Humans despaired, angels gave up, and Eden cheered. When everyone was only waiting for approaching death and pressing their hands to the ground. One snow-white hand rose toward destruction. Wrath King's Decisive Technique. Silver Aurora. From the fingertips raised elegantly as if drawn in a painting, bitterly cold silver frost bloomed. That brilliant light suppressed the crimson heat and stained white the destruction falling toward the world. Crackle! The Demonic Dragon's breath that had looked more magnificent than the sun turned into ice fragments in an instant and fell. Kwaaaaang! Because it was so enormously large, just falling to the ground spread out terrifying shockwaves. But everyone wasn't surprised by that impact. Originally, Cameloon plains would have already been erased and they wouldn't have survived. Hwaaaaaaaa! The earth that had been stained crimson red with rising despair melted away into pure white. Step. Over the snowfield without a single footprint as if first snow had fallen, the one who had pushed back destruction took proud steps. The Devildom's strongest power...The Monarch of Wrath faced the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. A build too small compared to the Demonic Dragon. There was a size difference like between a human and an ant, but the aura emanating from him was not lacking compared to the destruction that had been resurrected after a thousand years. For the first time, a different light appeared in the Demonic Dragon's crimson pupils. They still contained destruction and void, but it seemed to have detected that this was an existence that could be a threat. The Monarch of Wrath was the same. As if he too wanted to fight the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, blue light flashed in his hollowly sunken pupils. Kuguuuuuuu! Just from the Demonic Dragon of Destruction and the Monarch of Wrath facing off, the sky cracked like a broken window and the earth shook endlessly as if hit by waves. Humans held their breath, angels crouched with their wings folded, and even the Ghosts of Eden lay flat with trembling lips. When the Demonic Dragon folded and then spread its wings, meteorites infused with the power of destruction fell from the shattered sky above. Not just one. Countless numbers of meteors poured down like a meteor shower as if to destroy the earth. When the Monarch of Wrath extended his tightly spread hand toward the meteor shower falling like a downpour, lightning of Frost shot upward in reverse and completely shattered all the meteors infused with destruction. Kuguuuuuuu! Between the meteorite fragments falling frozen in silver, the eyes of the Monarch of Wrath and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction clashed. In all of heaven and earth. A war unlike any other had begun. (E/N: Except the one a thousand years ago, I guess)