The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman V2 - Chapter 838
Chapter 838
“Mom….”
Raon’s fingertips trembled. His mind was filled with rage. He knew that he had to rush to Aris right away, but his body didn’t move as if his body and mind were playing tricks on him.
“Wh-what?”
Veron dropped the sword he was holding in disbelief.
“Damn it!”
Martha cursed with a distorted face.
“…Scipio?”
Lunan froze like a statue.
“Scipio!”
Raon slapped his own cheek to regain his senses.
“You bastard!”
“Hold it right there.”
When he tried to step on Taehwa Shield to save Aris, Scipio calmly shook his head.
“You’d better not move from that spot.”
Scipio twisted the black sword embedded in her chest as if he would kill Aris if he approached.
“Keugh!”
Aris shivered all over, moaning as if she was suffocating.
“You….”
Raon gritted his teeth as he looked into Scipio’s calm eyes.
‘Dammit!’
At first, he doubted when Las said he had seen Scipio somewhere.
However, Scipio’s body was so stiff that he couldn’t even hold a sword, and his aura was so weak that he didn’t think he could harm anyone.
No, rather than that, he was relieved because Aris and Scipio’s affectionate appearance reminded him of himself and Sylvia.
He never imagined that this would happen. He couldn’t even imagine that Aris would be treated like that.
“S-Scipio….”
Aris looked back at Scipio, spitting out black blood from her mouth.
“I bear no ill will. Mother.”
Scipio smiled and brushed back Aris’ red hair.
“I just need you.”
He smiled in a soft voice that hadn’t changed at all.
“W-why? I would have done anything you wanted….”
Aris’ lips, turning black and dying, trembled as if the change in Scipio was more painful than the sword stuck in her chest.
“Because I trained you harshly? Or because I came to your rescue too late…?”
Even in this situation, she was thinking of Scipio first, asking for a reason.
“Training? It was certainly difficult. Others praised me for my talent, but I wasn’t very interested in strength at the time.”
Scipio nodded with a dull look in his eyes.
“But it was different after I left my mother.”
He muttered in a cracking voice.
“I realized how great I am. And how insignificant other humans are. Strength, it’s really good.”
Scipio caressed Aris’ cheek, thanking her for letting him know that.
“I-I didn’t train you for that!”
“Didn’t you tell me not to lose to anyone? It’s really fun to torment and dominate the weak.”
He curled his lips up as if trampling on Aris’ hope.
“But I’ve never heard of your actions….”
“I hid my identity because I would be taken away right away if I did something stupid. Red Sword Bass, Bloody Fang Danshu, Mausoleum Isran. I have many names.”
Scipio mentioned his aliases, all of which were famous murderers, and told her that he had killed over a thousand people.
“It’s all thanks to my mother. I met my believers and learned what this blood of the Zigharts is.”
“Blood?”
Raon opened his dry lips with a frown.
“It’s not a lie that our blood is special. It’s really different.”
Scipio shook his head, saying that it wasn’t a lie.
“Yes, I don’t know what you’re thinking. But I understand that I have to stop you!”
Aris bit her lip and grabbed the black sword protruding from her chest. She seemed to intend to break it.
“Ah….”
However, she failed to break the black sword’s blade and her hands shook feebly as if she had lost her strength.
“M, Mother?”
Raon swallowed dry saliva as he looked at Aris.
‘What the?’
Even though she was caught by surprise in an exhausted state, Aris was a transcendent who had overcome numerous hardships.
She should have been able to break even the powerless sword, but he couldn’t understand why she couldn’t move.
“What are you doing….”
Aris tried to pull out the black sword with all her might, but it didn’t budge like a rock.
“This sword is special. It’s a sword that has been sharpened and polished with my blood and soul.”
She shook her head, saying that it was natural that she couldn’t pull it out.
“But if it’s my beloved mother’s request, I can pull it out anytime. It’s time.”
He grinned and pulled out the black sword that was stuck in Aris’s chest.
Puk-ah-ah-ahk!
As soon as the sword was pulled out, Aris collapsed and a gruesome amount of blood poured out of her gaping chest.
Pa-ah-ah!
The moment Aris’s blood touched the ground, the blood clots that were stuck to the ceiling, walls, and floor of the auditorium emitted a red light.
Wuuuu-uuuung!
The blood-red glow, which seemed to have melted the blood, poured down towards Sheef as if it had become the stage lighting.
As the red light seeped into Sheef’s flesh, his wounds were erased as if time had been reversed, and his flesh and muscles began to swell, changing into a muscular appearance.
Kuu-ung!
Raon kicked the ground without hesitation.
‘I have to go now.’
If he left her alone, Aris would definitely die.
The moment to save Aris from Sheef, whose energy was rapidly amplifying, was only now.
Chee-ree-ree-ring!
He drew an extremely quick Frost Edge as he stepped forward with his left foot. The Frost Sword and the Iron Sword stabbed towards Sheef’s head and heart at the same time.
“You should have only taken Mother.”
Sheef clicked his jaw as he smiled thinly.
“Your greed is excessive. Little brother.”
As he snapped his fingers, the void split and erased the two Frost Edges. As expected of Aris’s son, he was quite skilled with the Spatial Sword.
Tsk.
Raon clicked his tongue and approached Aris.
“Auntie!”
Aris’s eyes were open, but her whole body seemed to be paralyzed, and she couldn’t move a single finger.
It seemed that the mental shock was greater than the physical pain.
“Damn it!”
Raon gritted his teeth and placed his hand on Aris’s chest. He poured all of his divinity, which had bloomed in the darkness, into the wound that was still bleeding.
Hoo-oo-ooh-ook!
Thanks to the fact that he had used up all of his divine power, Aris’s wound healed, but she still couldn’t move.
“Ra, Raon….”
Red tears welled up over Aris’s distorted pupils. She was apologizing with her eyes.
“Th, the Spatial Sword?”
Paras stopped approaching Aris and looked at Sheef with a trembling jaw.
“How did Lord Sheef get the Spatial Sword….”
“What are you talking about?”
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked back at Paras.
“Lord Sheef hasn’t mastered the Spatial Sword. He learned a completely different swordsmanship, so why all of a sudden….”
Paras shook her head as if she couldn’t understand.
-That bastard….
Lars bit his lip as he looked at Sheef.
-He’s extracting the fool’s energy.
‘Energy? He’s extracting Auntie’s aura?’
Certainly, Aris’s energy was gradually decreasing, while conversely, Xip’s energy was gradually increasing.
– Not just a simple aura, but power! That bastard’s own power is being drawn out!
Las shook his head, saying that he had never seen such a phenomenon before.
‘Then…’
He seemed to know why Paras was surprised when he saw Xip’s space sword.
It shouldn’t be possible, but it seemed like that bastard had stolen Aris’s space sword.
– And I just realized who that bastard is.
He let out a low breath as he glared at Xip.
– That’s the bastard who tried to kill you in the river.
‘He tried to kill me?’
– I told you that you were on the verge of death when I woke up, right? That bastard chased you down and tried to kill you!
Las twisted his mouth, saying that he knew because his aura was exposed.
‘No way…?’
He had heard that after he collapsed in a life-or-death battle with his father, someone hiding in the shadows of the evil spirits had jumped out and stabbed him at the end.
“Be…orn?”
Laon called out Beorn’s name as if chewing on bones, looking at Xip.
“Huh?”
Xip let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Laon.
“Do you remember? You were definitely unconscious?”
He tilted his head as if it was strange.
“Well, there’s no need to deceive me now.”
Xip nodded indifferently as he looked at Aris, who was lying down.
“That’s right. I’m Beorn.”
He erased his creepy smile and revealed his eyes, which were as hard as rocks.
“…Is Xip dead?”
Laon asked through gritted teeth. It seemed that the bastard named Beorn had killed Xip and pretended to be him.
“What are you talking about?”
Xip smiled strangely again.
“I am Beorn and Xip.”
Beorn said he was Xip and clicked his jaw.
“What…?”
Laon’s lips trembled.
“Did you think I died and Beorn pretended to be me? That’s too naive!”
Beorn laughed, brushing back his red hair.
“Ah….”
He looked down at Aris’s moan. She also seemed to have heard Beorn’s words and shed bloody tears from her eyes.
‘It’s like looking at that bastard.’
Laon bit his lips until they bled.
‘Delus Robert.’
He felt dirty, just like when he had faced Delus Robert, who used all humans as his chess pieces with unknown intentions.
“I will kill you….”
Laon stood in front of her as if swearing to Aris and raised the Heavenly Sword and Soul Sword.
– Get rid of him as quickly as possible. That bastard right now….
It was when Las waved his hand, saying that there wasn’t much time.
Koo-goo-goo-goo-goo!
A huge wave of mana erupted from Beorn’s body like a volcano erupting, and a magnificent blue light burst forth.
This dungeon. No, it was a force that shook the entire island. It was a heretical energy wave that could only be revealed by those who had broken the Grand Master’s wall and risen to transcendence.
“This is….”
Beorn looked at his hand and smacked his lips in satisfaction.
“It’s real transcendence.”
He smiled, saying that he had finally reached it.
“That’s impossible….”
Laon shook his head, biting his dry lips.
“You can’t transcend like this!”
He knew better than anyone how high the realm of transcendence was. It was impossible to transcend with powers taken from others.
However, Beorn was getting stronger even now, having transcended. As if he was going to reach Aris’s realm.
“Yes. It’s usually impossible. However….”
Beorn laughed as he looked down at the ruby-like cave.
“It is possible if this cavity contains the despair and fear that is lingering here, and the blood of Zighaart that flows in our bodies.”
He clenched his jaw, saying that he had shed the blood of over a thousand humans for Aris.
“The blood of Zighaart…?”
Raon scoffed as he looked at Bjorn. That bastard had said earlier that the blood of Zighaart was special.
“Have you never thought it strange that only the direct descendants of Zighaart can use the Demonic Swordsmanship?”
Bjorn pointed at himself, swinging his black sword.
“What?”
“There are many Grand Masters and swordsmen who have transcended, but the only one who uses the Demonic Sword is Zighaart. Do you know the reason for that?”
He cocked his head slightly.
“I don’t know. I just thought it was natural.”
“……”
“The reason we can use the Demonic Sword is because of the blood that runs through our veins. Our ancestors were not human.”
Bjorn smacked his lips, saying that the blood of another race was mixed in.
“That’s why only the blood relatives with thicker blood can use the Demonic Sword.”
He nodded, saying that it wasn’t funny.
Thud!
Raon stepped on Taehwapo, not missing the moment when Bjorn’s gaze dropped.
‘This is dangerous.’
If that bastard gets any stronger, he won’t be able to win even if he gives it his all.
He was curious about the blood, but he had to end it now.
It was time to unleash the Demonic Swordsmanship Kai Byuk at once to prepare for a fierce battle.
-Raon!
As soon as Ras shouted, the ground Bjorn was stepping on shone with a blinding white light, and a young man with a cold expression jumped out.
“Don’t interfere.”
As a sacred white light poured out of the young man’s hand, Raon and the knights of the Gwangpung Corps behind him disappeared like smoke.
“Bardiel. What are you doing?”
Bjorn frowned as he looked at the young man with a cold expression.
“Have you forgotten his words? Absorbing the power of Aris Zighaart is our top priority.”
Bardiel shook his head, saying not to forget the top priority.
“That guy isn’t even worth a post-meal exercise.”
Bjorn rolled his foot as if he was annoyed.
“I’ll take care of Raon Zighaart and the other humans. You just focus on your own work.”
Bardiel ignored Bjorn and sank into the white light himself.
“Even though he’s not human, he worries a lot.”
Bjorn clicked his tongue as he approached Aris, who had collapsed.
“Huh…?”
After coming out of the hidden room late, Dorian trembled as he looked at Bjorn.
“Fortunately….”
Bjorn smacked his lips with a bright red tongue.
“I left one?”
* * *
“What is this place….”
Raon bit his lip as he looked at the completely white world.
The moment the young man with a cold expression emitted light, he was sucked into this space without being able to resist. He didn’t know what had happened.
‘Still, it’s not at a level where I can’t break it.’
The durability of the space itself didn’t seem that strong. If he broke out quickly, there shouldn’t be a big problem.
Screech!
As Raon took a deep breath and swung down the Jecheon Sword, the space split open, and the young man with a cold expression who had put him here jumped out.
Clang!
The young man revealed a calm gaze as he blocked his swordsmanship.
“Get out of the way.”
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to stay here.”
He put up a strong shield of light, saying that he couldn’t go out.
“You’re not thinking of backing down? Then….”
Raon stepped forward, holding the Jecheon Sword and the Soul-Reaping Sword. His gaze flashed eerily like the darkness that erases light.
“I’ll cut your neck and go out.”