The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman Chapter 878

Episode 878

“····”

Raon turned his eyes to the west, clearing the tunnel of heat so that everyone could enter.

“Why are you looking there? “What, is there anything?”

Martha tilted her head as if wondering why she was looking in a different direction.

“···no·”

Raon slowly lowered his gaze and entered the tunnel where the heat had subsided.

Palentun was said to have a staircase made in the shape of a sword, but all that remained were hideous, molten chunks of metal.

The iron stairs seemed to melt like ice cream in the fierce flames.

‘I can feel the magic as I come inside.’

Unlike the outside, upon entering the base of the Gray Hammer Guild, I could feel the magical energy of the Balrog blooming from below.

However, the magic wasn’t as strong as the heat here. Rather, it felt like I was receiving the aura of an unmanned person or the fighting spirit of a top-tier monster.

“ah····”

When Palentun saw that the sword stairs he had made had collapsed, he became even more emotional and bit his lip until it bled.

“Ah, there’s no one…”

He held his head as he looked at the village melted by lava and flames. It seemed as if his last hopes had collapsed and he fell into despair.

“Damn it! Damn it!”

As Palentun slammed his fist into the ground and roared, red-skinned demons emerged from the flames and lava that had consumed the village.

“Kyaaaaah!”

“Kiaaa!”

It was small enough to be no different from a goblin, but it moved faster than a skilled swordsman, and it held a flaming spear in its hand. In terms of strength alone, it was on the level of a high-level monster.

“Um, what is that? Red Goblin?”

Dorian gasped and took a step back, as if he was frightened by the monster he had never seen.

-Red Beth has appeared, so it’s clear…

Lars snorted as he looked at the red-skinned demon.

‘Red Beth?’

-They are the lowest level demons who are fascinated by the power of Balrogs and help them. As the King expected, the guys in this basement were Balrogs.

The guy waved his hand, saying there was nothing to see anymore.

‘In a word, it means a little bitch…’

Raon lowered his sword at the rushing Red Bess.

Whoa whoa!

The moment the tip of the blade touched the ground, a blue flash flashed and Red Beth’s body exploded into pieces.

All that remained were the fiery footprints that Red Bess had stepped on.

“You bastards!”

Burren unleashed a blast of anger and cut Red Bess in half.

“Are you nitpicking on the topic of goblins?”

As Martha snorted and pressed down on her sword, Red Bess collapsed to the floor without even being able to approach.

“Ugly····”

As Runaan drove Snowflake into the ground, frost sprayed down his son-in-law and froze the arms and legs of Red Bess who was trying to attack him from behind.

“Keaaaaaaa!”

“Keeeeeek!”

When the Red Baths felt their inferiority and tried to escape into the lava again, a blue light flashed.

Choaaaah!

It’s Cheryl· A magnificent sword strike rising from her twin swords tore apart the flames where Red Bess and the bastards were hiding·

“Mr. Palentun”

After confirming that all the red bass had disappeared, Raon approached Palentun.

“The monster that attacked this underground village seems to be under that tunnel.”

He pointed to a large cave that appeared in the ground where lava and flames cracked.

“Umm······”

Palentun’s lips trembled as he looked at the ground where his comrade’s blood had hardened.

“I don’t think I can go…”

He was not afraid of Balrog, but of the worst possible future in which all his comrades might be dead.

“Do not worry·”

Raon grabbed Palentun’s shoulder and smiled warmly.

“If you are alive, I will do whatever it takes to save you.”

He told me to trust him and nodded.

“Okay, it’ll be okay!”

Dorian forced a smile while supporting Palentun.

“Our Lord always keeps his word.”

“That’s true. That guy may look pretty, but his actions are just plain uncivilized.”

Martha told me to look closely and raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah, I’m sure I can get it······”

Runaan nodded, spreading out a curtain of frost to keep Palentun and the others from getting tired of the heat.

I saw that he was talking longer than usual, so he was being considerate of Palentoon in many ways.

“Speak politely to adults!”

Burren frowned at Martha and Runaan.

“I’m sorry that the kids are misbehaving. However, I really mean everything I said. I will do my best to help too.”

He took the oath and reassured the anxious Palentun.

“You’ve grown up well”

Cheryl nodded calmly, looking behind her at Burren, Martha, Runaan, and Dorian.

“I can’t believe those shabby little kids changed like that.”

She drew a deep smile as if she was happy to see the children she had only seen as young children grow up.

-Yes, that’s right!

Lars nodded, covering his mouth…

-You’ve really grown up well! You were all so cute, how did you end up like this…

The guy sniffled, saying he was touched.

‘It’s okay because you didn’t raise it…’

Raon grabbed Lars by the tail and brought him forward.

‘There’s no record of giving up on that demon lord down here, right?’

Even if you have reached transcendence, it is impossible to defeat a monster of the Demon King level. You have to make sure of that.

-If that guy had come up to the human world, he would have already jumped out and gone to your grandfather.

‘Is it that much…?’

-Plus, he’s a guy who likes to reveal himself, so you wouldn’t know.

Ras shook his head and said that there was no Balrog down here…

‘Then it won’t matter…’

Raon turned his wrist, saying that he could solve it himself.

-You would have felt the aura of the Balrog down there? And yet you say it doesn’t matter?

Lass nodded his chin in interest.

‘You said it yourself, Balrog’s weakness is you.’

Raon smiled as he fixed his Jecheon Sword.

‘Then I would be afraid too… if not…’

He twisted his lips, causing Glacia’s cold air to rise above his hand.

‘You just have to make it like that…’

-Hehe!

Lass twisted his lips.

-It’s been a while since I’ve gotten an answer I like!

The guy clapped his hands as if he liked his confidence.

‘But why did Balrog appear here?’

Raon narrowed his eyes at Las.

‘Didn’t you say that you need to take several steps to leave or enter the demon world?’

-That’s right. It’s not easy.

‘Then how did the Balrog down there get here?’

I didn’t understand how they crossed over into a dimension that even demon lords couldn’t easily access.

In particular, this land has been used by dwarves for hundreds of years, and the geothermal heat has not been disturbed more than necessary.

The appearance of Balrog itself was a situation that made no sense…

-You’ve become more and more coy. Why is that?

Lars snorted as if asking why he knew everything.

-You must have come because some fucking bastard called you.

* * *

Hwaryangsan Mountain West Hill

The shadow of the rock rippled, and a white-haired man and a blue-haired woman rose up.

“Aside from dwarves, who are the other humans?”

The white-haired man asked with his black pupils frowning.

“maybe····”

The blue-haired woman took a short breath and parted her lips.

“It looks like the leader of the storm, Raon Sieghart, the leader of the Heavenly Sword, Cheryl, and the three leaders of the storm.”

“Raon Sieghardt? “Are you referring to the monster that reached transcendence not long ago?”

The white-haired man lowered his eyebrows deeply.

“Yes, the only young warrior with that kind of energy in his blond hair is Raon Sieghardt.”

The blue-haired woman bowed her head, saying it was certain.

“Why are you here? Is it related to the Gray Hammer Guild?”

“A few years ago, we had a run-in with a Drake who had been building up magic around here. I heard that the Drake’s body was handed over to the Gray Hammer Guild, so I think that’s why.”

She recited the past events in detail as if she had seen them for herself.

“It’s absurd that a kid who could barely deal with a vice-level owner has transcended it in less than 10 years.”

The white-haired man muttered nonsense and let out a whimper.

“What would you like to do?”

The blue-haired woman bowed as if she would follow any method.

“What would happen if Laon Sieghart and Balrog collided?”

“Even if Raon Sieghart reaches transcendence, he will not be able to defeat Balrog since he is still at the beginning… However, there is also the Heavenly Sword Master who is close to transcendence, so he will not die…”

She narrowed her eyes, thinking that Raon might be able to escape.

“It’s been a while since I left the tower, so it would be right to bring a gift to the tower owner.”

The white-haired man dyed his fingernails black. He smiled faintly and disappeared into the shadows again.

* * *

“Hoo-”

Raon frowned as he quelled the flames that had risen to his head.

‘The heat is getting stronger…’

I’m fine with fire resistance, but I can see that others are getting tired of the heat…

Even though the wind and cold were pushing away the heat, it seemed like it was difficult to come to my senses as the flames and lava kept coming.

“It feels like swimming in lava. It’s fucking crazy.”

Martha brushed her sweaty hair back and ground her teeth.

“Umm······”

Buren also seemed to be tired from the heat, and his hands were shaking as he wondered whether or not he should unbutton his uniform.

“Oh, I see some bead ice cream···”

Runaan, who is weak to heat, was sticking out his tongue like a half-melted ice cream and slumping his shoulders.

However, even during this time, the cold barrier protecting Palentun and the others was not turned off.

“This supply station exists for times like this!”

Dorian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took out a robe with fire resistance and a bracelet made of water from his stomach pocket.

As soon as they were worn, people’s tired faces began to straighten little by little.

“Thank you, I survived thanks to you.”

“Normally it’s like dust, but in times like this it helps!”

“Yep·”

Burren, Martha, and Runaan all laughed and praised Dorian.

“Hehe, no, of course I am…”

It was when Dorian was laughing and scratching his head…

The red smoke that was blocking the view subsided, and the end of the tunnel became visible.

Gooooooo!

On the barren land where lava flowed, large and small demons were lined up like soldiers.

Dwarf and human craftsmen stood on the molten iron, hammering away at it. The irregular hammering sound seemed to reveal the fear that was squeezing their souls.

Phew!

On the path of the abyss, where dense heat swirls, bright blue flames gathered to build the throne of the fighting spirit.

The demon, resting his chin on the armrest of a high throne, was waving a grand flag as if he were going to rule the whole world.

Five horns protruded from his forehead, wings made of feathers called flames were spread out on his back, and the desire to fight burned above his sparkling blue eyes.

The scene of small demons mocking humans and a giant demon king leisurely watching them seemed like a depiction of hell from old stories or ancient paintings.

“Three, my goodness····”

Dorian’s hand trembled as if he had never imagined he would see such a sight.

“Those bastards!”

Martha ground her teeth and raised her sword until it made a clicking sound.

“ha·”

Runaan’s eyes furrowed as if he was angry and he sprayed frost in all directions. It seemed to be to reduce the damage to the dwarves and people who were burning in the flames.

-Among the Balrogs, he is the one who does something in his own way…

Lars nodded, saying it was the same as what he felt from above.

‘···I see…’

Raon nodded. As Ras said, the energy felt from the Balrog sitting on the throne was greater than his own.

Even though I was sitting still, I felt a strong heat that seemed to burn my skin.

“Raon, can we fight?”

Burren asked, chewing his lips. He was normally a calm person, but he seemed to be more angry than anyone else in this unreasonable situation.

“of course·”

Raon looked at the Balrog sitting on the throne and nodded.

“Fight as you want…”

As soon as they shouted to fight, Buren, Marta, and Runaan kicked the ground. Even Dorian rushed at the demons with a tearful expression on his face.

“I’ll take care of the kids…”

Cheryl smiled faintly as if to tell them not to worry and followed the three leaders.

Kwagwagwagwa!

The Balrog’s subordinates under the throne were also strong, but it seemed that the leaders with Cheryl’s help could handle them without much difficulty.

“This, this is····”

Borgos, who was chained to a chain of flames, opened his eyes wide as he saw the dying demons.

“Chief! Are you okay?”

Palentun ran to Borgos’ hand, blood pouring out of his abdomen.

“Pa, Palentun! “How did you…”

“I’m back again! Bringing the man the chief called!”

He raised his finger and pointed at Raon.

“ah!”

Borgos’s old eyes were watery…

“Raon Sieghart…”

He was more thrilled that other dwarves and artisans were saved than that he himself had survived, and his chin was shaking.

“Dirty devils!”

“Everyone die!”

“····”

While Buren, Martha, and Runan were driving back the demons and putting out the flames.

Kuuuung!

A rough sound of foot clouds rang out, and the throne of blue flame collapsed…

From the remains of the throne, the Balrog rose up with its gigantic body. As it spread its wings of flame, a majesty known as fear spread throughout the underground.

Whoa!

With every step Balrog took, the staircase of flames rippled like waves, and the lava on the ground boiled as if it was going to explode.

Coo coo coo coo!

A powerful wave of energy emanated from Balrog’s entire body, shaking the heavens and the earth.

“iced coffee····”

“It was like this?”

“crazy····”

The dwarves fell to their knees in shock, the leaders of the storm trembled in the wind, and Cheryl’s eyes were filled with shock.

“I can’t believe you brought such good prey with you…”

Balrog looked down at Palentun and nodded.

“You did well to let go…”

He raised his sword, which was burning with flames, as if he had deliberately sent Palentun away.

“Balrog·”

Raon walked on a land boiling with lava. Every time he walked, the ground froze and a silvery snowy field was drawn.

“What is your name?”

Raon stood in front of Balok like a large tree that does not shake even in a typhoon, and tilted his chin.

“There is no name to tell to humans…”

The Balrog curled the corners of his mouth as he said, “Let’s just fight happily.”

“Okay, then···”

Raon nodded slightly and drew the Jecheon Sword diagonally. The frost on the blade created a silvery glow that erased the heat.

Choaaaah!

The harmony of the lightning strike of the Thunderbolt and the Hongyeoncheonra of the Changgung Sword. The red thunderbolt flowing over the silver sky passed by Balrog’s neck.

“Die without a name”

As Raon lowered his sword, Balrog’s head fell off. Quietly and gracefully.

Toouk·