The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1484 Raon stepped forward, putting strength into his left foot. He swung the Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword with mystical precision, as if possessed by the god of swords, pressing down on Derus Robert. Derus Robert narrowed his eyes and deflected Raon's slash with his death-burning sword. His shoulder shook hard as if the impact was considerable, but unlike before, he didn't sustain any fatal wounds. "Kraaaaaah!" "Kuhk!" "Ahh…." "H-How are we supposed to block that!" However, unlike Derus Robert, those who followed him were letting out screams as if their throats were being torn apart. "It's been a while!" "Did you miss us?" "We can't leave without finishing the side dishes!" The Transcendents who had arrived alongside Raon burned with fierce fighting spirit and charged toward their enemies. Since they could retreat through magic anyway, they poured out every ounce of their Aura without holding back, as if intending to give everything they had here. Kugugugugugugung! Every single member of the strike team was a Transcendent, and the Martial Prowess of the Light Wind Palace was at a level that could rival the strongest on the Continent, so the battle line that Derus Robert's followers had established crumbled in an instant. "Their numbers have gone down quite a bit, haven't they?" Raon looked at the area behind Derus Robert's shoulder and curled the corner of his lips upward. "Is that okay? Seems like instead of instilling fear, you're actually giving them hope?" He tilted his chin, pointing out how Derus Robert's forces had visibly diminished. "Shut that mouth of yours." Derus Robert muttered coldly. Even though anger was welling up within him, he swung his sword while keeping his emotions suppressed as much as possible. "Your strength is fading — even your sword has gotten lighter." Raon went beyond just blocking Derus Robert's sword and struck back even harder, clicking his tongue. "How about you quit being the god of death and just become an undertaker? There are a lot of corpses to clean up." He shrugged, pointing to those dying behind Derus Robert. "You!" Derus Robert ground his teeth with a gnashing sound and thrust his death-blazing sword forward. Kyaaaaang! Raon perfectly deflected Derus Robert's sword — a blade that felt as if even a graze would shatter one's life — and wore an even deeper smile. -Heoooo…. Wrath let out an exclamation as he watched the scene. -You are truly number one on the Continent — no, across all dimensions — when it comes to infuriating and mocking enemies! He shook his head, wondering how Raon could mock someone like that even while in a standoff with Derus Robert. -His emotions seem to be rising, so just finish him off here! Wrath raised his fist, urging Raon to take care of Derus Robert right here. 'No.' Raon looked into Derus Robert's eyes and furrowed his brow slightly. 'Derus Robert hasn't revealed his full power yet, nor has he fully shown his emotions.' Just by looking at Derus Robert's eyes, he could tell. That bastard was not fighting him with full power right now. His emotions were rising, yes, but he wasn't angry enough to lose his reason. 'That means he's hiding something.' If Derus Robert had lost his reason to this extent, Raon would have actually been disappointed. There were still countless things he had prepared for him. 'The powerful individuals that Derus Robert has hidden away haven't made a move either.' Raon deflected Derus Robert's slash while rolling his eyes left and right. Among Derus Robert's forces right now were powerful individuals capable of threatening even the Transcendents of the strike team, yet in a situation like this, they didn't move — instead, they held their breath and stepped back. 'On top of that….' Raon slowly looked up at the sky. 'The Demonic Dragon's power is being suppressed as well.' It couldn't be confirmed with the naked eye right now, but above that dark sky, the Demonic Dragon of Destruction existed. The creature was hiding its Aura, waiting for the opportunity to explode with its destructive power. 'It's certain. Derus Robert also has something prepared.' -Prepared? Wrath licked his lips, urging Raon to explain quickly. 'The final decisive battle, of course.' Since Derus Robert was no fool, he would have realized after the first raid that this Mental World was not the real Continent. Once he escaped from this world, he would unleash everything he had prepared and attempt to devour the Continent in one fell swoop. 'Before that, we need to whittle down Derus Robert's mental strength and physical stamina, and reduce his forces as much as possible.' No matter how much preparation the Five Kings' Magicians had made, an enormous amount of mana was being consumed every moment, so this massive fake Continent could not be maintained for long. Depending on the situation, they might even have to break it themselves first, so they needed to inflict as much damage as possible right now. 'And the place where Derus Robert and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction must be finished off is there.' The Holy Sword Alliance's Holy Ground. With the arrangements prepared by the First Patriarch of Zieghart, they had to put a definitive end to Derus Robert and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction so that they could never be resurrected again. Jeoooooong! Raon brought his martial technique, reinforced by eleven Rings of Fire, crashing down onto Derus Robert's sword. "If you don't like being an undertaker, why not be a gravedigger? Since you're just standing there watching your subordinates die, you'd probably be good at it." He gave Derus Robert a new nickname and tilted his chin as if toying with him. "Haaa…." Derus Robert exhaled a murky breath. He was holding back, but he ground his teeth as anger and irritation seemed to rise little by little. Gooooooo! A viscous Aura, like ink, surged above Derus Robert's sword. He was giving rise to his anger, and the death aura had begun to condense. "Fine. As you wish, I will kill you here." Derus Robert, as if he would no longer hold back, raised his jet-black sword along with a terrifying wave of Aura. "A condensation of death aura. Its flow is different from ordinary Aura." Raon used the force residing in Derus Robert's sword to leap backward. "I've seen something very good." He nodded as if he had now seen everything he needed to see. "You couldn't possibly…." Red veins spread across Derus Robert's eyes. He glared at Raon with eyes reddened as if bloodshot. "I've played enough, so it's time to go home." Raon waved his hand at Derus Robert as if mocking him. "Though you don't have a home to go back to." "Raon Zieghart!" Derus Robert screamed and swung his death-imbued sword. "Let's play again soon." Raon spoke mockingly until the very end, then vanished into a blue light. The strike team that had come with him also turned into blue flashes and shot into the sky. "Ha…." Derus Robert exhaled a violent breath. Veins were bulging on his forehead as if he were genuinely enraged. "Raon Zieghart!" Derus Robert muttered Raon's name once more and ground his teeth. "I will never forgive you." He clenched his fist tightly enough to draw blood. "Not just you, but your family, friends, comrades, and subordinates too. I will destroy everything you have!" Derus Robert screamed that he would destroy everything related to Raon and unleashed a terrifying death aura into the sky. Kwaaaaaaaa! * * * "He's quite furious, isn't he?" Archmage Chamber of Eternal Flame watched the death aura surging as if it would shatter the fake Continent and put a lollipop in her mouth. "Th-This isn't the kind of situation to be so relaxed about…." Mage Tower Master Larian looked at Chamber and let out a sigh. "Maintaining that space is no longer easy…." She furrowed her brow, saying that the space kept breaking apart because of Derus Robert's Aura. Gooooooo! As if proving Larian's words correct, the expressions of the Magicians standing on the Magic Circle maintaining the space were grim. With faces pallid as if from a long battle, they gasped for breath heavily. "It does seem so." Chamber clicked her tongue briefly and pushed a massive amount of mana into the Magic Circle, and a little color returned to the Magicians' faces. "Their power is stronger than we anticipated." She scratched her cheek, saying it was harder than expected to hold back the power of the Demonic Dragon of Destruction and Derus Robert. "So I'd like us to finish this quickly…." Chamber crunched the candy in her mouth and turned to look to her right. "When are you going again?" She tilted her chin, looking at Raon resting to her right. "This time, we should rest a little longer before going." Raon smiled gently and set down his glass of water. "Sh-Shouldn't you go right away?" Larian licked her lips, wondering if keeping up the pressure wasn't the right approach in a situation this urgent. "We have also expended a great deal of stamina, so resting is the right call." Raon shook his head calmly. "But then Derus Robert will get to rest as well." Chamber lowered her brows as if asking whether that was alright. "No. They cannot rest." Raon twisted the corner of his lips as he looked at Derus Robert shown in the image. "Because they have no way of knowing when or how we'll appear next, they absolutely cannot rest." Unlike themselves, who could move at any time, Derus Robert and his forces could never rest or let their guard down, never knowing when a surprise attack might come. In truth, this leisurely time was not for their own rest, but was no different from a trap to gnaw away at Derus Robert's stamina and mental strength. -A trap? This is beyond the level of a mere trap. Wrath let out an empty laugh. -It's practically the same as being inside a tiger's mouth! He shook his head, saying that if he were in that situation, he would have gotten furious and smashed everything to pieces. 'I'd love for Derus Robert to do the same.' Raon listened to Wrath's words and let out a small laugh. 'If he moved as recklessly as you do, we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble.' Derus Robert was a monster who never let go of his reason even in the worst situations. As Wrath said, even inside a tiger's mouth he would look for a way to survive, so there was absolutely no room to let one's guard down. [We move.] Derus Robert in the image agonized for a long while before nodding. [To the north.] It seemed Derus Robert had decided that staying here would yield no answer, and appeared to be thinking of moving toward the Holy Sword Alliance's Holy Ground. "He says he's heading north!" "Th-The plan is working!" Chamber and Larian cheered with delight as Derus Robert moved according to the original plan. The other Magicians also smiled, as if their efforts had been worthwhile. 'Is it rage, or is it a lure? Or perhaps….' Unlike the excited Magicians, Raon observed Derus Robert's expression with a calm face, scrutinizing it carefully. 'No, regardless of what it is, this is now a matter of riding the tiger. We have no choice but to go as well.' No matter what Derus Robert tried, they were in a greatly advantageous position. They had to maintain this current situation to the very end and cut off his head. "From this moment…." Raon rose from his chair and exhaled a heavy breath. He gripped the Heavenly Drive firmly, as if this moment marked the beginning of the true war. "We begin the second operation."