The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1490 Kugugugugugu! The sword strikes unleashed simultaneously by the Swordsmen of Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance drew out a blue sky and a vast field. Azure heaven and vast fields. The Vast Heaven Sword, which Zieghart's First Patriarch had sought to encompass this very continent within, split apart the dragon's breath that would bring destruction upon the continent. Chwaaaaaak! Not content with merely splitting the Breath of Destruction, the Vast Heaven Sword surged up like lightning and cut all the way into the dragon's neck. [Grrrrr!] The Demonic Dragon of Destruction narrowed its red eyes and let out a sound as if catching its breath. It wasn't because it had suffered a grave wound. It was flustered because, for the first time, it was seeing not a single superhuman but countless humans defying it at once. Huuuuuuung! Perhaps because the hearts of the Swordsmen who had unleashed the Vast Heaven Sword had become one, the sword constellations flickering above the sky of the Holy Sword Alliance radiated a brilliant light and repaired the crack that had split under the dragon's pressure. "We— we did it! We actually did it!" Krein shouted, raising both arms into the air. "Hup, I— I thought I was going to die right up until I swung my sword…." Dorian sniffled, wiping away the tears streaming down his cheeks. "This is fun! Let's do it again!" Martha waved her sword at the dragon, telling it to fire the Breath of Destruction again. "It felt like we all became one…." Runaan bowed her head, saying she could feel the Swordsmen's hearts connect as one. "Is it the power of the swordsmanship? The power of this place? Or perhaps…." Burren stroked his chin, gazing at Raon's back standing in front of him. "All three are correct." Karoon nodded, taking up Burren's words. "The special martial arts that is the Vast Heaven Sword, the Holy Sword Alliance's Holy Ground that can amplify our power, and even a being the Swordsmen can believe in with one heart." Like Burren, he gazed at Raon's back, drawing a faint smile. "I didn't know it during training, but this feels way too refreshing?" Blade Queen Siera stamped her foot, saying just swinging her sword seemed to release all her stress. "It was already a special swordsmanship to begin with, but before the dragon, it becomes a transcendent one." Warlord Yuber narrowed his eyes, saying the true value of the Vast Heaven Sword shows itself before the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. "Kuhahahaha! Our Ancestor really is different!" Balder burst out laughing, as if satisfied with the Vast Heaven Sword left behind by the First Patriarch. "If he had seen this sight…." Rector let out a heavy breath, holding his sword before his chest as if honoring Glenn who had passed before him. "T-this is really real, right?" "You felt it too! That feel in your hands!" "That's right! We split the dragon's Breath!" "So this is the true Vast Heaven Sword!" The Swordsmen of Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance looked up at the sky with eyes no longer trembling, as if they no longer feared the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. "Ha…?" Derus Robert's mouth fell open as he watched the cheering Swordsmen of Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance. "What in the world just happened…." His jaw trembled, as if he couldn't believe what he'd just seen with his own eyes — the dragon's breath being split apart. "Ah…." Even Kubara, who always kept an expressionless face, seemed to be in shock, her sunken eyes flying wide open as she stared at the sky. "Th-they cut down the dragon's breath?" The Silent Serpent Swordsman clenched his molars as he watched the dragon go rigid. "Those humans did it? That doesn't make sense!" He shouted, insisting that Raon Zieghart must have pulled some trick. "Hahahahaha! The world truly has changed a great deal!" The Fallen burst into laughter, clutching his mask as if utterly dumbfounded. "It wouldn't be strange to call this the pinnacle of Martial Will." South-North Union Leader Dranos gripped his spear shaft tightly, as if in genuine admiration. "Raon Zieghart…." The Black Tower Master didn't even care that the dragon's breath had been split apart. Like someone whose mind had come undone, he only spoke Raon's name, radiating thick killing intent. [Ugh!] Even the ashen being leading the Angels seemed unable to pass this off calmly this time, letting out a low groan as he glared at Raon and Derus Robert. -T-this actually works? Wrath, likewise shocked, looked up at the dragon with his jaw trembling. -I thought you'd end up having to use more of your power in the end, but you didn't even need to, did you! He gave a hollow laugh, noting that neither Raon nor any of the Swordsmen who had used the Vast Heaven Sword had expended much power. "True enough." Raon grinned as if teasing Derus Robert, resting Heavenly Drive over his shoulder. "I didn't expect that I wouldn't even need to use much power." If the Vast Heaven Sword had failed to display its full power, he had intended to cut down the dragon's breath with his own blade, but there had been no need. The moment the hearts of the Swordsmen wielding the technique became one, the Vast Heaven Sword itself surged forward as if possessing a will of its own, splitting apart the Breath of Destruction. "As expected, that person really is extraordinary." The Vast Heaven Sword, embodying the azure heaven and vast fields, was a swordsmanship created by the First Patriarch after sealing away the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. Because it had been devised with the conviction that the Demonic Dragon of Destruction would one day revive, the technique's own capability wasn't vastly different from an ordinary Transcendence-level swordsmanship, but before dragons and Revenants, it became a transcendent swordsmanship far beyond that. -That fellow, the First Patriarch — I truly cannot help but acknowledge him! Wrath smacked his lips, saying he wished he could meet Zieghart's First Patriarch face to face and talk with him. 'That's right. Creating the Vast Heaven Sword, and preparing this place too.' Now even the Demonic Dragon of Destruction's Dragon Fear had lost its meaning. Raon curled his lips upward, gazing at the sky of the Holy Sword Alliance with its crack now repaired. As the Vast Heaven Sword had been unleashed, the rank of the Dragon Fear that crushed humans simply by the Demonic Dragon of Destruction's presence had plummeted sharply. Now, none of the Swordsmen felt fear or despair from the dragon's Fear anymore. "Ngh…." Derus Robert chewed on his lip, his eyes darting about. 'They cut down the dragon's breath? Those vermin?' No matter how he thought about it, it made no sense. Even if Zieghart's Swordsmen had unleashed their swordsmanship simultaneously, he couldn't understand how a mere ordinary Transcendence-level swordsmanship could have cut down the dragon's breath. 'This place….' Derus Robert let out a murky breath, feeling the pressure of the Holy Sword Alliance's Holy Ground bearing down as if crushing his very soul. 'Did Zieghart's First Patriarch really prepare some kind of arrangement?' No. When he had checked before, no such energy had existed. 'Then that Raon Zieghart bastard….' He had intended to blow away more than half of Raon's forces with the dragon's breath and then begin the war, so he poured all his focus into racking his brain over this unexpected turn of events. "Weren't you going to overturn the board?" Raon's mouth twisted as he watched Derus Robert's eyes darting about restlessly. "Is this really overturning the board? From where I'm standing, it looks like you tried to flip it and got crushed underneath instead." He shrugged, as if mocking the flustered Derus Robert. "Shut your mouth." Derus Robert narrowed his brow and glared at Raon. "Even if you cut down the dragon's Breath, nothing changes at all!" He shook his head fiercely, insisting nothing was over yet. 'That's right. We haven't taken any damage yet.' Derus Robert steadied his breathing, pressing down on his heart that felt like it would burst. 'A sword that cuts down the Breath doesn't mean much either. Once the war begins, they won't be able to become one and attack the dragon.' For now, they could become one and split the Breath of Destruction, but once the war began soon, chaos would break out, making it impossible for them to swing their swords at the dragon simultaneously. On top of that, both the number of Martial Artists and their strength were superior on his side, and he himself had the power to endlessly revive the undead. In the end, nothing would change. "The only ending given to you is destruction, nothing else." Derus Robert struck his own chest with his fist, as if hurling conviction at himself. "Your story's changed." Raon let out a short laugh and tilted his chin. "Earlier you said everything gets erased before the Breath of Destruction. Nothing's been erased right now — you sure that's okay?" He gave a coy, smiling glance, as if to provoke Derus Robert once more. "Laugh all you want. That will be the last laugh given to you." Derus Robert scoffed. "Followers of destruction!" Derus Robert stamped his foot hard enough to shake the earth, calling out to his subordinates. "Our new world has no need for filthy humans!" He raised his sword, shouting that humans would not exist in the world to come. "Destroy the trash of this continent!" The moment Derus Robert leveled his sword at Raon, the undead and Revenants surrounding Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance exploded with fighting spirit and charged forward. Kugugugugugu! On top of that, the forces Derus Robert had brought along raised their weapons and radiated even greater pressure, as if intent on stabbing Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance from within. "Th-they're coming from behind and in front!" "How do we block this?" "W-we need to split up our forces…." "It's too late! How are we supposed to do that now!" The Swordsmen of Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance, their eyes trembling, glanced back and forth between the Angels, Eden, and the Five Demons stabbing in from within and the army of undead pressing in from behind. Just as they were flustered, not knowing what to do, a clear, resonant sound rang out. Wuuuuuung! It was Raon. The Heavenly Drive he held gave off a Sword Mantra that seemed to steady the mind. At the clear sound of the sword calming their souls, every Swordsman turned to look at Raon. "Focus on the enemy in front of you." Raon raised Heavenly Drive and gave a short shake of his head. "The rear…." He leveled his sword back at Derus Robert, his eyes curving with arrogance. "Leave it to your comrades-in-arms." It was the very moment Raon uttered the word "comrades-in-arms." Gooooooo! Magic Circles brimming with brilliant light rose one after another above the sky of the Holy Sword Alliance. Uoooooo! Along with a beast's roar, the first Magic Circle split open, and the Martial Artists of the Beast Union appeared. "Kuhahahaha! This time I brought my cubs along!" Beast King Ogram burst into a wild laugh and smashed his fists together. The martial artists of the Beast Union who appeared with him lowered their stances like beasts and let out fierce breaths, as if they had already finished preparing for battle. Wuuuuung! From the second Magic Circle came the sound of horse hooves along with a chilly north wind. "The wave just ended and I was bored, so it's good you called me!" Habun Castle's commander Milland grasped his horse's reins with a hearty laugh. The cavalry following him held their spears upright as if ready to charge at any moment, their cold eyes flashing with the northern Cold Energy. Jiiiiiing! From the third Magic Circle, Mage Tower Master Larian emerged with brisk, intellectual footsteps, throwing off the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. "Today is the day the history of magic changes." Larian, as if already in battle stance, wore not her usual timid expression but a confident smile as she twirled her mana-infused fingers. The high-ranking Magicians of the Mage Tower who emerged behind her also brought their hands together, drawing all manner of Magic Circles. Hwaaaaaaa! From the next Magic Circle burst forth a holy energy, different in nature from mana. "Would you stop summoning me already!" Saintess Olga, walking out amid the brilliant light, looked at Raon with a delighted smile that belied her tone. "You waited a whole week for this — what are you even saying?" Holy King Hoppen appeared, accompanied by Holy Knights and Priests, chuckling softly. As the Holy Knights of the Suphren Holy Kingdom appeared, the undead drew back as if in fear. Wuuuuuung! After that, Magic Circles kept splitting open one after another, revealing the forces bound to Raon by fate. Before anyone knew it, the powers that commanded the continent had turned the tables, encircling the undead that surrounded Zieghart and the Holy Sword Alliance. "You're not the only ones who can bring in more troops." Raon let out a scornful laugh at Derus Robert, whose eyes were blazing with fury. "We have companions who share this life and this bond, in this very moment." He gave a solemn nod, as if placing his trust in those who stood with him here. "Let's begin." Raon drove Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword into the ground of the Holy Sword Alliance, looking down at Derus Robert with arrogant eyes. "The final war."