The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1493 "Ahahahahaha!" A sneer burst from Derus Robert's mouth. "Father? Do you really think the concept of family exists for Eden?" He raised a finger and pointed at the Ghosts of Eden standing behind him. "You must already know, don't you? Once one dons Eden's helmet and mask, the soul is devoured by the monster, becoming an entirely different existence from the original human. The concept of a father means nothing to those monsters." Saying it was nothing but a waste of time, Derus Robert pushed Raon back with his death-laden sword. "Before you do something pointless, I'll cut off that head." It was just as he was about to bring his sword down on the Bear Fire Demon's neck. Jjeoeoeoeoeong! Raon, who had been pushed back by Derus Robert, charged in faster and blocked his sword. No, rather than blocking, it felt more like he had tried to cut Derus Robert's neck instead and been stopped. "Where are you looking? Raon tilted his chin as he pressed Derus Robert and his sword with the blazing Divine Sword. "I'm your opponent." Muttering not to be ignored, he thrust out the Demonic Sword in his left hand. Kyagyagyagyagyagyang! Derus Robert twisted his blazing death-sword to shave off the path of the Demonic Sword. Chwaaaaaaak! Raon reinforced his wavering Demonic Sword with strength again and struck down toward Derus Robert's head. Kuuuuuung! Derus Robert laid his blazing death-sword sideways, blocking the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword at once. "Don't even think about going anywhere." Raon pressed down on Derus Robert with the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, arrogantly raising his chin. "The only fate given to you is death." Not content with merely stopping Derus Robert here, he declared he would kill him for certain, killing intent flaring in his red eyes. "Go, Bear Fire Demon." Without even looking back at the Bear Fire Demon, Raon unleashed an aura more than enough to contain everything Derus Robert had. "Th-thank you!" As if holding something dear, the Bear Fire Demon clutched the front of his chest with his right hand and ran along the frozen path made by the Demonic Sword. Obstacles came in along the way, but the Light Wind Palace swordsmen moved to help him. "Death…?" Derus Robert watched Raon's face between the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword and curled his lips. "To me, death is a gift." He laughed as though asking if he'd misspoken, condensing the blazing death on his sword. Uuuuuung! Derus Robert's sword turned pitch black, cutting through the flames of the Divine Sword and the cold energy of the Demonic Sword. "What do you think this sword is called?" Even after blocking the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword simultaneously without so much as a chip in his blade, he tilted his chin, pointing to his own sword. "Who cares." Raon snorted and pressed down on Derus Robert again with the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. Uuuuuung! But because of the death condensed in Derus Robert's sword, the blades of the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword couldn't even reach him. "The name of this sword is Balmung. You've probably heard of it. It's a noted sword from legends and myths." Derus Robert called the sword with an ordinary blade and hilt Balmung, the most noted of noted swords from mythology, and tilted his chin. "The name Balmung carries the meaning of ruin and sorrow, but I call this sword something else." He let out a sinister laugh, his eyes shining with death. "The Sword of Beloved Death. This sword loves death more than anything else. For it's only when it holds death that it can unleash its full power." As Derus Robert raised his wrist, the aura of death surged up over the Sword of Beloved Death he held, taking the shape of tree branches, and roughly pushed Raon back. It looked similar to the shape of the legendary Seven-Branched Sword, but its killing intent and malice were incomparably stronger. "You're giving me death? No, that's not it…." Derus Robert, his smile growing deeper, pointed the Sword of Beloved Death—its seven black blades raised—at Raon. "I am the one giving death to you and the rest of humanity." Pitch-black death energy smoldered and rose from his entire body. The sight was chilling enough to raise goosebumps, as if he had truly become a god of death. "You were planning to kill me and then cut off the neck of the Demonic Dragon that the Spirit Kings are holding back, weren't you?" Derus Robert curled his lips and stepped his right foot forward. "I won't call it an arrogant thought. However…." No sooner had Derus Robert finished speaking than his figure vanished. "There is not the slightest chance that wish will come true." Derus Robert's movements became so rapidly fast they were invisible to the eye. As though determined to bring things to a definite end here, he thrust the Sword of Beloved Death toward Raon's heart. Kyaaaaaaang! Raon hastily held the breath he had been about to release and struck away the blade of the Sword of Beloved Death surging toward his chest. 'Heavier than I expected….' Even though he had swung the Divine Sword with all his strength, his arm throbbed with pain from the death energy dwelling in the Sword of Beloved Death. But there was no time to catch his breath. The blades of death that Derus Robert raised with the Sword of Beloved Death were seven, all connected, so even the slightest twist of his wrist sent another blade darting toward Raon's throat. Jjeoeoeoeoeong! Raon raised the Demonic Sword to block the blade of death surging from the Sword of Beloved Death, while swinging the Divine Sword toward Derus Robert's neck. Kyaaaaang! But with just a raise of his hand, Derus Robert moved another blade of death to block the Divine Sword's path. -Ugh…. Wrath's tail trembled as he watched the death energy writhing atop the Sword of Beloved Death. -It's disgusting! It looks just like a worm! He shook his head, saying that even the power Derus Robert used was filthy. 'Filthy, but not something to underestimate.' Raon clicked his tongue as he felt the recoil pushing back from the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. The blade of death raised atop the Sword of Beloved Death seemed formed from a massive amount of condensed energy, and could not be cut easily. "Shall we try something fun?" Derus Robert smirked and spread the Sword of Beloved Death to the side. He swung that massive blade not at Raon, but at the Continental Alliance standing behind him. Paaaaaang! From the blade of the Sword of Beloved Death that Derus Robert swung, pitch-black death energy surged forth and shot toward the Martial Artists of the Continental Alliance. Huuuuung! Raon bit his lip and stepped into the Supreme Harmony Steps. He moved faster than a sword strike to block the death energy Derus Robert had unleashed. Kuuuuuung! Raon wrapped the death energy in the Divine Sword's flames and sent it flying into the air. "This war was tilted from the very start." Derus Robert lowered the Sword of Beloved Death and curled his lips. "You, who have so much to protect, against me, who doesn't care if everything dies. Isn't it obvious who will win?" He let out a cold laugh, as though he had no intention of fighting Raon in a fair one-on-one duel. "Now…." It was just as Derus Robert raised the Sword of Beloved Death again, saying he would pay Raon back for what he'd suffered. Peoeoeoeoeok! The blade of the Demonic Sword, blazing with pale-blue cold energy, burst out through Derus Robert's chest. "Kugh!" Pitch-black blood burst from Derus Robert's mouth, and from the wound the Demonic Sword had pierced, oozing death gushed out. "H-how…." Gritting his teeth as though he hadn't even felt it, he pushed the Demonic Sword away. "That's right. This fight was tilted from the very beginning." Raon let out a low breath and nodded. "Because I'm stronger than you." He tilted his chin as if mocking Derus Robert. "It doesn't matter what you do." Raon floated the Demonic Sword—having pierced Derus Robert and returned—above his head, and curled his lips. "Whatever you do, I'll break it." Saying he would deliver a death that would break even death itself, he aimed the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword at Derus Robert. "This should be fun." Derus Robert, looking truly delighted, erased the wound on his chest with death energy and drew a cheerful smile. "Good! Let's see who death loves more." Declaring he would grant true death to Raon, who dared speak of death, he raised the Sword of Beloved Death and kicked off the ground. "You can keep death. As for me…." Raon, too, raised the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword and charged at Derus Robert. "I'll live in a world without you." With his shout, the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword fell like lightning, and Derus Robert's Sword of Beloved Death shot up like fireworks. Kuwaaaaaang! Red, blue, and pitch-black light crossed one another, and the entire holy ground of the Holy Sword Alliance shook. * * * "Heohreup!" The Bear Fire Demon held his breath at the massive shockwave that exploded behind him. 'If I take one wrong step, my whole body might burst apart….' In the sky, the Demonic Dragon of Destruction clashed with the two Spirit Kings, and on the ground, Raon and Derus Robert swung their swords like madmen. Since Transcendents were clashing elsewhere too, it was hard even to breathe properly, let alone move. It seemed even the gods wouldn't wage such a terrifying battle. 'Even so….' The Bear Fire Demon bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. 'I have to go.' Wanting to save his son, he had crossed countless brushes with death, even resorting to filthy deeds. He couldn't let mere fear of death cost him the last chance he had barely obtained after telling Raon everything. "Kraaaaah!" It was just as the Bear Fire Demon let out a roaring scream and charged toward the Silent Serpent Swordsman standing before the Effigy Ghost. Huuuuung! A massive stone spear came falling down behind the Bear Fire Demon's back. The Black Troll Ghost, bearing the soul of a Black Troll Warrior, leaped out from the shadows, bringing its spear down toward his neck. Huuung! Just as the Black Troll Ghost's spear was about to shatter the Bear Fire Demon's back, a sword bearing a cool wind surged up. Kwaddeuddeuk! It was Burren. His sword, carrying the north wind, smashed the stone spear and even split open the Black Troll Ghost's chest. "Ah…." The Bear Fire Demon's eyes went wide, as he hadn't even imagined that Burren, who had been far away, would suddenly appear to help him. "Don't look back." Burren raised his sword and blocked the Black Troll Ghost's path. "If you're a father, look only at your son and go." He glanced briefly at Karoon, who was fighting in the distance, then nodded. "Your son must be waiting for you too." With those final words, Burren charged toward the Black Troll Ghost and the Ghosts of Eden. "…Yes!" Rather than take the time to thank Burren, the Bear Fire Demon nodded and ran toward the Silent Serpent Swordsman. Besides the Black Troll Ghost, Ghosts of Eden and monsters kept clinging to him, but thanks to the help of the Light Wind Palace, he finally managed to reach the Silent Serpent Swordsman. "You fool." The Silent Serpent Swordsman snorted at the Bear Fire Demon as if in disbelief. "Your son no longer exists in this world." It was just as he, claiming no trace of humanity remained in him, raised his sword with killing intent. "No, not yet!" As if refusing to abandon his faith, the Bear Fire Demon unfolded the cloth bundle he had been holding to his chest.