The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 893

Chapter 893

-Isn’t that old man the wretch whose arm the king tore off?

Lasdo frowned as if he recognized the swordsman.

‘that’s right·’

Raon looked at the swordsman and chewed his molars.

‘That guy·’

An old man with gray hair and eyes as thin as thread, he was definitely Drek, a member of the Shinju Oryeong and the leader of the Black Lotus.

“Sageumma, why are you here?”

I thought there would be a monster in the rock made of magic, but I didn’t know it would be a swordsman.

‘I don’t know what you’re thinking’

I couldn’t understand why the master of Saheukryeon, a power just below Ohwangoma, and a transcendent being with no shortcomings, was spreading such terrible fraud here.

“I wanted to go back.”

The swordsman spread his arms with a faint smile.

“Going back? What does that mean?”

Raon narrowed his eyes, not understanding what the swordsman was saying.

“I walked the path of hell after having my arm ripped off by the Blue Demon King.”

The swordsman looked at the shoulder with the prosthetic arm hanging from it and twisted his mouth upward.

“The wounds inflicted on me by the Demon King never healed, and continued to torment me. As time passed, my strength did not recover, but rather diminished.”

He said that every day was excruciating pain and held his wrinkled forehead.

“Because I lost my arm, I had no choice but to live in a state that was transcendent but not transcendent. But that wasn’t the greatest pain.”

The swordsman looked at Raon and smiled faintly.

“The scum of the Shinjuoryeong have been ignoring me because I’ve become weak. No! It’s not just them. The whole world has been treating me like a bird with clipped wings!”

He ground his teeth as he stroked his purple-tinted prosthetic hand.

“Laon Sieghart, do you know?”

The swordsman slowly raised his gaze as if time had stopped.

“Do you know the pain of those who have lost their power? The pain of those who stood in the sky and then fell to the ground?”

He chuckled and shook his head thinly.

“You don’t know. You, who only climbs up without knowing how high the sky is, will never know.”

The swordsman put his hand down, saying that it was natural for him not to know.

“But it’s okay now, I can go back to my seat.”

He had the entire purple prosthetic hand ripped off his shoulder.

Teardrop!

As the Four Swordsmen threw the prosthetic limb on the ground, the sea of ​​evil that had surrounded the grasslands and mountains began to shake violently and be sucked into him.

Phew!

Like amniotic fluid that a mother uses to raise her child, waves of fraud rapidly condensed and enveloped the entire body of the Four Swordsman.

‘Should I hit it now?’

Raon bit his lip as he adjusted his grip on the Jecheon Sword.

-No way! If that compressed fraud explodes, all the guys behind you will die. You will also be badly injured.

Las shook his head, saying that the current Sagumma was no different from a powder keg.

‘Then I have no choice but to watch?’

It was when Raon clicked his tongue and pulled up the cartoonist and Glacia to extremes.

Thud thud!

A new arm of purple flesh sprouted from the Sageumma’s shoulder. It didn’t feel like a troll’s regenerative power. It looked like a completely new body had sprouted out of slime.

But that wasn’t all the guy had changed.

Hooooooo

As if time had been turned back, the grayish-gray hair of the swordsman turned pitch-black, and the gray, wrinkled skin became firm and elastic.

An old man who looked to be close to 100 years old suddenly appeared to be in his 20s.

Kuoooooooo!

As the Four Swordsman clenched his fist with his newly sprouted hand, a huge wave occurred and the riverbed he was standing on split in half. It was a display of terrifying power.

“Yes, this is the power. I wish to return to the days when I commanded the continent.”

He drew a gloomy smile, covering the brightly shining sun with his new hand.

“No, I went back and it wasn’t true. I should say I came back to life.”

“······”

Raon chewed his lips as he looked at the purple arm of the swordsman.

‘What is that···’

More shocking than the fact that the swordsman had grown younger or that he had grown a new arm was the amount of evil contained in that arm.

It seemed as if the entire sea of ​​fraud that had covered the entire meadow had seeped into that arm.

“What the hell have you done?”

Raon lowered his eyebrows as he looked at the smiling Sageomma.

‘This is not something that can be done with normal strength.’

It is impossible for a human to grow a new arm. It was clear that the Sageumma had used the fraud here to commit a crime.

“There is always something needed to properly deal with fraud.”

The swordsman waved his fingers thinly.

“It’s a sacrifice.”

“what···?”

“The purple sea that covered this meadow is the essence of the many things that Saheukryeon had built up, condensed into the blood of countless people.”

He raised his eyes slightly, muttering that they were too precious.

“blood····”

Raon swallowed dryly as he repeated the word blood that the swordsman had spoken of.

‘You said it was a mountain sacrifice····’

Normally, when someone says that something is soaked in blood and sweat, it means that they put in a lot of effort, but the blood that Sageomma was talking about seemed to mean real human blood.

‘There····’

Trevin said that zombies using swordsmanship emerged from the sea of ​​fraud. The puzzle that had been fitting together one by one suddenly took shape.

“You really······”

Raon trembled his lips as he looked at the swordsman.

“Did you offer your men as living sacrifices?”

“Yes, half of the Saheukryeon is buried in this land.”

The swordsman nodded without the slightest hesitation, as if he were saying something to be proud of.

“All those children would have died happily. It would be a great honor to be of help to you even after death.”

He smiled, his purple-tinted eyes looking down.

“crazy····”

Raon put strength into the hand holding the Jecheon Sword.

‘I’m out of my mind’

Sacrificing half of the Black Lotus to restore his own strength, I knew that the Black Sword Demon himself was a dark person, but this was crossing the line too far.

-You sacrificed your subordinates to become stronger?

Lass glared at the swordsman and ground his teeth.

– Hand yourself over to the king immediately! This time, I will tear off his head, not his arms!

The guy was really angry and was swinging his fist back and forth.

“Of course, that’s not all, but······”

The swordsman looked at himself and let out a long smile.

“In order for me to be resurrected in this form, I needed a pure unmanned aura.”

“Unmanned aura?”

“Yeah, the fraud was enough, but it wasn’t easy to get the aura, so···”

He clenched his jaw as he watched the flames of the cartoonist who had pushed away the fraud.

“I made this plan so that I could obtain the aura you expend by catching your monsters or pushing away your fraud.”

The swordsman clapped his hands slightly, saying that everything had been planned from the beginning.

“I actually thought it would take quite a while, but thanks to you coming, I was able to finish it very quickly. It was good that I started working here, just like the guy said.”

He praised himself, saying it was a perfect plan.

“That guy? Who is that?”

Listening to what the swordsman had to say, it seemed like he wasn’t the only one doing this.

“There’s no reason to tell you that.”

The swordsman snorted and shook his head. Seeing his pride hurt, it seemed to be related to Oma.

‘Did Shinjuoryeong eventually go over to Oma?’

No, I’m not sure, considering what you said about being ignored earlier.

I think it would be better to think that this incident was not committed by Shinjuoryeong, but by Sageomma and Saheukryeon alone.

“I feel really good right now. In fact, I promised myself that I would save the guys I first met…”

The swordsman stroked the sword on his waist and licked his lips.

“Laon Sieghart, I can’t just let you go.”

“I don’t think you have any grudges?”

Raon asked with a frown.

“You are not there, but I am there”

The swordsman smiled and waved his hand.

“You survived thanks to the appearance of the Demon King, and I fell into despair because of the appearance of the Demon King.”

He ground his teeth so loudly that he could hear a cracking sound as he grabbed the sword.

“Since then, I have fallen repeatedly, while you have continued to rise. You have captured the light dragon Kaibar and gained the nickname of Dragon Slayer. You have defeated your father, King Roman, and earned the nickname of Usurper. You have even led the war against the Southern and Northern Alliance to victory!”

He folded his fingers as he revealed his accomplishments one by one.

“Your name is called everywhere in the world, but my name is not called anywhere in the world. It’s as if I’m already a being that has disappeared! Aliases and names that are not called have no value.”

The swordsman nodded his head, the word inferiority complex seemed to be reflected in his purple eyes.

“I heard that you were called the transcendent of the new era and that you would defeat me, the last of the old era. So I made a promise. Next time I see you, I will cut off your head and end the new era or whatever.”

He chuckled, saying he didn’t know the opportunity would come so quickly.

When I saw the voice and speech of an old man coming from a young appearance, a chill ran down my spine.

“My Lord!”

“Joe, what happened a little while ago!”

“are you okay···?”

Burren, Martha, and Runaan, who were pushed back by the explosion caused by the Four Swordsmen, approached.

“Laon!”

“My Lord! Are you okay?”

“The sea of ​​fraud has disappeared, so why does the stench become even worse?”

Trevin and other inspectors also came running, worried about him.

“Everyone step back”

When Raon waved his hand and told him not to come any closer, Sageomma pulled out the sword on his waist.

“Let’s start the fight where the old era’s transcendent being tramples the new era’s transcendent being.”

A purple slash surged before my eyes along with the swordsman’s brainwave. It was a wave of deception that he had unleashed in a split second.

Oh my god!

He spread his salty sword and split the waves of fraud that were coming in.

“Get out of here as fast as you can!”

It was when Raon gave the order to the Gwangpungdae and Cheoljeondae to retreat to the end.

Cheeeeeeeing!

A sword-like shape rose from the purple-tinted riverbed.

Jeez, jeez, jeez!

It was difficult to block everything with the Jecheon Sword, so he pulled out the Jinhon Sword and struck back at the sword of fraud that was trying to pierce him.

‘It’s heavy.’

Each and every one of the rising swords of fraud was a transcendent sword attack, so my hands trembled just from blocking them.

“Not only did he regain his youth, but his body also returned to its youth, so he was able to exert such strength.”

The swordsman raised his lips as if he was satisfied with his own strength.

“I wonder how long you can last.”

He made an arrogant gesture and drew his sword.

“It’s just the beginning.”

The space through which the sword of the Four Swordsman passed split open, and monsters with flashing purple eyes emerged from within.

‘What is that···’

Raon suppressed his panicked emotions and swung his sword at the pouring monsters of fraud.

But they dispersed like fog and then gathered again, revealing their blackened teeth.

It seemed like a sword fight made of fraud, not a real monster.

Phew!

He unleashed the Manhwagong Hwaryeong, but it failed to stop all the monsters, and his waist was torn thinly. The torn wound turned black as if it was rotting.

“This is my throne’s magic mirror.”

As the Four Swordsmen swung their swords diagonally, monsters covered in a thicker haze than before poured out and fell towards him and the Gwangpungdae.

“And this is the last thing you will see in this world.”

* * *

Kookookookookook!

The swordsman continued to attack Raon, laughing happily.

‘Yeah, I needed this strength!’

In his rejuvenated body, he was full of energy, and his spirit was like a spring that never dried up, and it seemed as if the words invincible and far away were embedded in his own power.

Kuwaaaaaah!

Just by striking down the sword of fraud, the earth is torn apart, and Raon staggers and is pushed back.

A smile naturally formed on my face as I felt myself overwhelming the young transcendent in strength and speed.

“Was that all? Are you looking down on me to that extent?”

The Four Swordsmen summoned the monsters that were created by cutting through space. It was a swordsmanship and a summoning technique that could never be cut with ordinary auras.

Cheeeeeeeing!

Raon tried to eliminate the evil spirits by using mysterious methods, but he was continuously pushed back while sustaining large and small injuries.

‘I can’t even move my hands.’

As I watched Raon Sieghart, who had been told that he was being defeated, being pushed away without being able to do anything, I felt an unbearable joy.

I wanted to take that bastard’s head and show the world my integrity.

‘I’ll get revenge on that demon lord too… ugh!’

He wanted revenge on the Blue Demon King who had brought him humiliation and despair.

But when I think of him, those noble blue eyes come to mind. I am overcome with fear that I won’t be able to overcome him even with my current strength.

‘No, for now, let’s just think about Raon Sieghart.’

He vowed to think about the Blue Demon King later and swung down his sword that was burning with evil spirit.

Kookookookookook!

The dark fraud exploded and the space where Raon was standing began to disappear.

‘It’s the end’

It would be impossible for Raon, who couldn’t even avoid the monster of fraud, to block the sword attack now.

He will disappear from this world, leaving only his neck behind.

‘Now I will take revenge on the Shinjuoryeong bastards who ignored me, and make them a promise…’

When Sageomma thought the battle was over and was thinking about his next plan,

Kuuuung!

A loud noise, as if the heavens and the earth were shaking, erupted, and red and blue flashes of light rose from the waves of fraud.

Choaaaaaaah!

Half of the wave of fraud sank in a golden flame, while the other half crumbled into pieces, frozen in a silvery cold.

Between the flame sword and the frost magic sword, a bright red eye appeared.

“ah····”

Sageomma looked at Raon’s red eyes and remembered the blue eyes of the demon king who had torn off his arm.

The colors were very different, but the noble gaze and status of the tyrant were exactly the same.

“Now I can fight.”

Raon nodded after checking the distant wind and iron poles.

“You bastard, don’t tell me···”

The swordsman trembled as he realized that Raon had bought time for the other swordsmen to escape.

“The lord said it’s too much, but I think it would be good to try today.”

Raon raised his chin haughtily, holding up the divine sword that was burning with flames and the magical sword that was flashing with frost.

“The wall of the new city of Shinju”