The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 703 Immediately after Raon and Roman's life-or-death battle ended, Glenn's fingertips trembled as he watched Raon emerge from the riverside, carrying Roman. 'You did it.' Raon had claimed victory in the life-or-death battle with Roman, just as he had declared at the lake in the annex building. For the first time since Alice was born, Glenn's eyes stung with emotion. "Ha ha ha!" Roenn also let out a joyful laugh as he looked at Raon. "Young Master Raon will become even stronger." He nodded as if looking forward to what was to come. "I'm moved as well." Federick also exhaled deeply as he looked at Raon. "I never thought the child who seemed to struggle even to live healthily, let alone as a martial artist, would grow up so admirably." He smiled gently, recalling the young Raon in Sylvia's arms. "Feeling good?" Federick nudged Glenn's shoulder with his elbow. "Now you can officially call him your grandson. And Sylvia has become your daughter again." "Ahem..." Glenn turned his head, curling up his trembling lips. 'Yes. There's nothing more to see now.' His heart pounded with joy at the thought of being able to care for Raon as his grandson without worrying about others' opinions. "However, before that..." Federick narrowed his eyes as he looked around. "Is there really someone using that death aura?" "There is." Glenn nodded. "I can't pinpoint the exact location, but they're definitely hiding." He nodded, saying that he could sense a very subtle presence moving. Shortly after, Roman died standing, and the South-North Union's leaders who followed him rebelled against the Vice Union Leader, saying they should let Raon go. 'He wasn't trash after all.' Just as Glenn was thinking he should spare Roman's life for being somewhat satisfactory, a black shadow rose. "Here we go." Glenn took a Supreme Harmony Step towards the swordsman who had threatened Raon with the death aura. His sword, wrapped in anger, fell like lightning. * * * "Die by that name..." The swordsman wearing the blue dragon helmet chuckled softly as he touched the scales embedded in his cheek. "You must have really met the Heavenly Demon." He licked his lips as he looked at Glenn's red eyes. "I hadn't heard any information about the Lightning God meeting the Heavenly Demon. What happened?" The blue dragon helmet swordsman narrowed his eyes, saying he had obtained good information. "Federick." Glenn called out to the Ragged Saint Federick, ignoring the dragon helmet swordsman. "I know." Federick approached Raon, who was being carried by Rimmer, to check his condition. "It's amazing every time I see it. His wounds are regenerating on their own. It's not like he's a troll or anything..." He exhaled in disbelief, mentioning the extraordinary healing ability. 'That's a relief.' Glenn nodded briefly. He had been worried because the injuries and internal damage were so severe, but if Raon had started healing on his own, there probably wouldn't be any major aftereffects. "You came all the way here with the Ragged Saint. You must care a lot about your grandson?" The dragon helmet swordsman continued to try to provoke Glenn, drawing out his words. "Enough with the useless talk. Let's get to the point." Glenn raised a red lightning bolt over his Heavenly Tremor. The sphere of lightning aura flashing from the sword's edge distorted the space. "Ah, wait!" The blue dragon helmet lightly waved his hand. "Just wait a moment. There are still people coming, and things to show you. You'll regret it if we fight now." He maintained a relaxed smile even in front of Glenn. "..." Glenn frowned as he looked at the blue light flickering inside the dragon helmet. 'Who on earth is this guy?' This was a quality he had never felt from any human he had met before. There was someone whose identity he had suspected, but the atmosphere was so different that he thought this must be an entirely new person. 'For someone with such power to reveal themselves only now...' Even without fully revealing his strength, the blue dragon helmet swordsman exuded an aura that could overwhelm the leader of the Six Kings and Five Demons. It seemed that even the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance couldn't defeat this swordsman without unleashing his holy sword. 'I shouldn't underestimate him.' Although he didn't think he would lose, Glenn decided to go all out, not knowing what might happen. "It doesn't matter who comes. I won't have any regrets." "Ah, they're here." Just as Glenn was about to unleash a sword strike towards the dragon helmet man, a rumbling sound filled the air. The entire Lable River shook, and a ship larger than the Black Cloud rose from the river waters. It was the South-North Union's flagship, the Blue Wolf. The massive ship shattered the rough waves as it emerged. On its bow stood a red-haired young man with his hands behind his back. The young man, with a noble appearance that seemed to shine alone in the darkness, curled his lips into a smile as he looked down at Glenn. He stepped through the air as if it were solid ground and approached the riverbank. Shirtless with a water dragon's robe draped over his shoulders, a long scar was etched across his rock-hard abdominal muscles. Though his face looked as young as Raon's, the aura he exuded was grand enough to encompass the entire Lable River. The red-haired man stood before Glenn, wrapped in a violent yet noble aura. The lightning emitted from the Heavenly Tremor scattered like mist before him. "Dranos..." Sheryl bit her lip as she looked at the young man standing in front of Glenn. This youthful-looking man was Dranos, the South-North Union Leader who had united the water bandits of the Lable River and the mountain bandits of Terukan Mountain, conquering the continent's waterways. "It's been a while, Destructive King of the North." Dranos twisted his lips into a smile as he met Glenn's red eyes. "Is this the first time since you earned the title of Destructive King?" He smiled as he touched the scar on his exposed chest. "Hah..." Dranos nodded slightly to Glenn and then approached Roman. "He was a useful guy in many ways. What a shame." He clicked his tongue briefly and closed Roman's wide-open eyes. "Honestly, I didn't expect Roman to lose. You must be happy to have such a good grandson." "Dranos. Did you come here wanting to die?" Glenn wasn't surprised by the South-North Union Leader's appearance. Rather, his red eyes glowed calmly as if he had predicted this situation. "No, I came because of Raon Zieghart over there." Dranos shook his smooth chin. "Your precious grandson has caused us quite a bit of trouble." He counted on his fingers, mentioning Tiller, the maritime auction, and Roman's incident. "You'll die for the crime of having such a troublesome grandson." A blue torrent rose in Dranos's previously calm eyes. "Do you trust that trash?" Glenn's eyes turned towards the dragon helmet swordsman. "Even if it's just the two of you..." "Two?" The blue dragon helmet swordsman chuckled. "Unfortunately, it's not just two of us." As he pointed his finger towards the sky, the darkness-filled heavens shattered like thin glass. A red sun that erased the night rose from the cracks. Holy light poured down as if the entire Lable River had returned to daytime. From the distorted constellations, a man wearing a mask of otherworldly beauty descended. The angel wings and demon horns engraved on his gray clothing emitted a pure light as if they were alive. A mysterious quality that seemed to mix good and evil. It was the appearance of The Fallen, a strange being praised by the heavens and making the earth wail. "The Fallen..." Glenn frowned as he looked at The Fallen. The mana surrounding The Fallen fluctuated more dizzily than before. It seemed he had grown stronger as well. "It's been a while." The Fallen bowed his head politely towards Glenn. "I didn't think you would come." "I didn't know either. But something happened that I couldn't ignore." "Something you couldn't ignore?" "Yes. Your grandson caused some trouble." His gaze turned towards Raon's face. "He got close to one of my subordinates and extracted information about the Five Demons. The complaints have been endless because of that." The Fallen waved his hand lightly. "There's someone particularly angry who was severely affected." He curled his lips into a gentle smile as he looked at the man in a black robe trembling behind him. "By the way, borrowing the Heavenly Demon's name is not a good thing to do." The Fallen narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the dragon helmet swordsman. "I thought it would be interesting." The dragon helmet swordsman bowed his head playfully with his hands clasped. "The Heavenly Demon is quite different from what you think..." "Ah, save the lecture for later. There's more to show right now." He stood in front of Glenn again and snapped his fingers. A blue window appeared in the air, revealing the image of tall, straight gray castle walls. "Z-Zieghart?" Burren exhaled in disbelief as he looked at the walls. It was certain. The castle walls shown in the window created by that dragon helmet guy were the outer walls of Zieghart. "What are you trying to do..." Just as Federick, who had been examining Raon, opened his mouth in surprise, red and blue flashes rained down on the castle walls like a meteor shower. The barrier of aura protecting the walls rose up, but it couldn't withstand the powerful mana waves and shattered. The walls that seemed unbreakable crumbled, revealing countless martial artists in white robes behind them. They were members of the White Blood Religion. And they weren't all. There were also Eden's Blue Demons and Red Demons, as well as executives wearing helmets and masks, and assassins with their faces covered by veils. "I wanted to bring the Leader of the White Blood Religion too..." The blue dragon helmet swordsman waved his hand with a smirk. "But she said he was recuperating and only sent these guys." He twisted his lips as he watched the blood demons rushing towards the crumbled walls. "They're fast. Looks like the anger from having their headquarters attacked is still fresh." The blue dragon helmet swordsman shrugged. "What will you do? Will you stay here? Or go back..." "Heh!" As he was about to lower his gaze to see the distorted faces of the Zieghart swordsmen, a chuckling laugh was heard. "This guy's really crazy, I tell you." Rimmer laughed as he looked at the unconscious Raon. "How does everything happen exactly as he says?" "I know. Did he see the future or something?" Sheryl also shook her head as if she couldn't believe it. "What are you talking about?" The dragon helmet's voice trembled slightly. "Have you gone mad with despair?" "Yeah, he's mad alright. Not me, but this guy." Rimmer sneered as he pointed at Raon. "My disciple predicted everything - you guys coming here, Zieghart being attacked, all of it." Well, it wasn't Eden, but a different group, though the scale was similar." Sheryl nodded with a calm expression. "..." Glenn also looked at Raon with an approving gaze. "The Heavenly Blade Division and the Warring Steel Division will block the way here. The Light Wind Division will take Raon and escape from this place." He quickly gave instructions and stood in front of the dragon helmet swordsman. "Yes." "Ho ho ho." "Understood!" Sheryl, Roenn, and Trevin drew their swords as they stood behind Glenn. "Dorian!" "Yes!" At Rimmer's shout, Dorian ran to the riverbank and put his hand in his pouch. He took out a ship that looked like it would sail well and placed it on the river. "Huh?" "W-Why is there a ship?" "A ship came out of a pouch?" The water demons exhaled in disbelief as they saw a ship emerge from the pouch. "Let's go!" As soon as the Light Wind Division boarded the ship, Rimmer raised a Garunua to push the ship. The sails unfurled as if a storm had come, and the ship moved forward at an incredible speed. "Chase them." At the blue dragon helmet swordsman's murmur, the masked figures behind him moved. "You go too. Kill Raon Zieghart." At the South-North Union Leader's order, the leaders boarded the Blue Wolf and moved. The demons on Eden's side started moving with the man in the black robe at the lead, even though The Fallen hadn't said anything. As Glenn waved his hand, lightning poured down, blocking the martial artists from Eden, Shadow, and the South-North Union. "Where do you think you're going?" "Hmm..." The blue dragon helmet swordsman tilted his chin sideways as he faced Glenn. "You won't let them go? If we fight like this, you'll be annihilated, you know?" "Didn't I tell you?" Glenn calmly raised his gaze. "That we predicted your movements." He gestured behind him with his chin. "If you've seen enough, come out." At Glenn's low murmur, a large hat popped out from behind him. * * * "Kill them all!" At the 10th Apostle's cry, the blood demons of the White Blood Religion leaped over the crumbled walls. Their clouded eyes were filled with the anger from having their headquarters attacked. "Everyone, prepare for battle!" At External Commander Illiune's command, the martial artists of the outer castle drew their swords and stepped forward. The 10th Apostle and Illiune clashed head-on. The sword and spear they wielded sparked blue embers as they competed to take each other's life. "How dare you attack Zieghart! Have you gone mad from drinking blood?" Illiune twisted his lips as he glared at the 10th Apostle. "Zieghart without the Destructive King of the North is nothing but a scarecrow." The 10th Apostle, unusually showing intense emotion, bit his lip. "Besides, you attacked us first." He flashed a chilling gaze as if recalling Glenn and Raon who had invaded the White Blood Religion headquarters. "You're overestimating yourself! Even without the Head of House, it's too much for you!" Illiune turned his head as he pushed back the 10th Apostle's spear. "You won't even reach the inner castle, stuck here!" "I never said I came alone." The 10th Apostle shook his head as he looked at Illiune's firm eyes. "I'm not the one in charge." As his sneer was heard, two apostles climbed up the castle walls. A man with a pale complexion and a tall woman with bronze skin. They were two of the White Blood Religion's top forces, the First Apostle and the Second Apostle. "First Apostle!" Illiune swallowed hard. The First Apostle was definitely a transcendent warrior, and the Second Apostle, though inconsistent, had enough power to face a transcendent warrior without backing down. Moreover, behind the White Blood Religion members were Eden's executives and masked figures of unknown identity waiting. It seemed like it was only a matter of time before they broke through. "There's no need to buy time. Inflict maximum damage and retreat." The First Apostle exploded with white bloody energy as he charged forward. Illiune's shoulders trembled as the apostle's raised finger dropped, creating a shockwave as if the sky was splitting. With a single block of that one strike, Illiune's sword broke and stuck into the ground. The difference in power was overwhelming. The First Apostle's finger, which had gone down, now curved upward in a diagonal line. There was no way to block it. "Ugh..." Just as Illiune bit his lip and raised his broken sword, a red blade rose up, splitting the space with a sharp sound. The First Apostle, who seemed like he would never be pushed back, took a step backward. "Kuh..." He bit his lip in disbelief as he looked at the crack that had appeared in the air. "Leave the kids alone..." A fresh sea breeze wafted from the split space. Alice flipped her sunset-colored hair back and smiled coolly. "And play with this big sister instead." "Why are you here..." "When my adorable nephew acts cute, what can I do?" Alice's cheeks flushed red as she wiggled her sword-holding fingers. "I'll engrave in your bones how foolish it was to attack Zieghart." Alice vanished suddenly and appeared in front of the First Apostle, swinging her sword down. "You started this first!" The First Apostle didn't back down either, raising his finger. A thunderous clash resounded as the space-cutting sword met the finger burning with bloody energy, causing spider web-like cracks to spread across the ground.