The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 703

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Chapter 703

Immediately after my life-or-death duel with Roman ended.

Glen’s fingertips trembled as he watched me emerge from the river bank, carrying Roman.

‘He did it.’

I had claimed victory in the life-or-death duel with Roman, just as I had declared at the Annex Lake. Glen’s eyes grew warm for the first time since Aris was born.
For the first time since Aris Zigheart was born, her eyes stung with tears.

“Hehehehe!”

Roen also broke into a delighted smile as he looked at Raon.

“Young Master Raon will become even stronger.”

He nodded as if he was looking forward to what was to come.

“I’m quite moved by this too.”

Pedrick also let out a deep sigh as he looked at Raon.

“I never thought that child, who seemed to struggle not just with living alone but even with living healthily, would grow up so wonderfully.”

He smiled softly, recalling the young Raon nestled in Sylvia’s arms.

“Sounds good?”

Pedrick nudged Glen’s shoulder with his elbow.

“Ahem….”
“Ahem…”

Glen turned his head, curling up the corners of his trembling lips.

“Yeah. There’s nothing left to see.”

My heart thrummed with such joy that I thought it might burst—finally, I could cherish Raon as my grandson without concern for others’ scrutiny.

“But before that….”

Pedrick’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed the surroundings.

“Is there really someone wielding that death aura?”
“There is.”

Glen nodded in confirmation.

“I can’t pinpoint the exact location, but they’re definitely hiding somewhere.”

He nodded, sensing a very subtle presence moving about.

Shortly after, Roman fell where he stood, and the Nambuk Alliance clan leaders who followed him rose against the Beast Alliance Master, insisting that Raon be released.

‘They’re not entirely worthless.’

Just as I was thinking they deserved to be spared, a dark shadow rose.

“I’m going.”

Glen stepped forward with Taewhabo toward the swordsman wielding the death aura that had threatened Raon. His blade, wreathed in fury, descended like lightning.

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“Die by that name….”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman touched the scales embedded in his cheek, letting out a low chuckle.

“You’ve actually met the real Heavenly Demon, haven’t you?”

He licked his lips as he gazed into Glen’s crimson eyes.

“I haven’t heard any information about the Thunder God and the Heavenly Demon meeting. What happened?”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman narrowed his eyes, pleased to have obtained such valuable intelligence.

“Pedrick.”

Glen called out to Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma, ignoring the Dragon Helmet Swordsman entirely.

“I’m aware.”

Pedrick approached Raon, whom Rimer was carrying, and examined his condition.

“It’s remarkable every time I see it. His wounds are regenerating on their own. This is something else entirely—not even a troll could manage this.”

He spoke of this extraordinary recovery ability while exhaling softly.

‘Thank goodness.’

Glen nodded briefly. Given how severe the wounds and internal injuries were, he had been concerned, but if Raon was beginning to recover on his own, there shouldn’t be any lasting aftereffects.

“You’ve come all this way with the Saint of Nenma at your side. It seems you care deeply for your grandson.”

The Dragon Helmet Swordsman continued to provoke Glen, drawing out his words deliberately.

“Stop wasting time with meaningless talk. Let’s get down to business.”

Glen summoned crimson lightning onto the True Heavenly Sword. The sphere of thunder energy blazing at the sword’s tip flickered brilliantly, warping the space around it.

“Wait, hold on!”

The Blue Dragon Helmet raised his hand lightly.

“Just wait a moment. There are still people coming, and there are things I need to show you. If we fight now, you’ll regret it.”

Even facing Glen, he maintained his composed smile.

“….”

Glen frowned as he observed the blue light flickering within the Dragon Helmet.

‘Who in the world is this man?’

It was a temperament I had never sensed from any human I’d encountered before.
There had been someone I suspected of being an impostor, but the aura was so different that I began to think this was an entirely new person.

‘For someone wielding such power to reveal themselves only now….’

The one wearing the Blue Dragon Helmet had not fully displayed his power, yet he was already generating an aura that suppressed the leader of the Six Emperors Five Demons.
It seemed the Holy Sword Master could not defeat this swordsman unless he unsealed the Holy Sword.

‘I cannot afford to underestimate this.’

I didn’t think I would lose, but since I couldn’t predict what might happen, I resolved to end this with my full power.

“No matter who comes, it doesn’t matter. I have no regrets.”
“Ah, he’s arrived.”

It was just as Glen was about to unleash a torrent of sword strikes toward the Dragon Helmet Man.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The entire Rabel River convulsed, and from within the waters rose a ship even more massive than the Ill Fortune. It was the Nambuk Alliance’s First Warship, the Blue Wolf.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The Red-haired Youth stood with his hands clasped behind his back on the bow of the Blue Wolf, which surged upward while shattering the turbulent waters entirely.
The youth, whose noble impression shone alone in the darkness, looked down at Glen with a long, curved smile.

He stepped through empty air as if it were solid ground and approached the river bank. His upper body was bare, with a water dragon’s cloak draped across his shoulders, and a long scar was etched across his abdomen, which was packed with rock-hard muscle.

His face looked nearly as young as Raon’s, yet the aura he radiated was so vast it encompassed the entire Rabel River.

The red-haired man stood before Glen, wrapped in an aura that was both violent and noble. The lightning crackling from the Heavenly Sword dispersed like mist before him.

“Dranos….”

Sheryl bit her lip as she looked at the youth standing before Glen.
This young-looking man was Dranos, the Nambuk Alliance Leader who had united the river bandits of the Rabel River and the mountain bandits of Terucan Mountain, and who had dominated the waterways of the Continent.

“It’s been a while, Northern Destruction King.”

Dranos met Glen’s crimson eyes and twisted his lips into a smile.

“Is this the first time since you earned that epithet?”

He chuckled while tracing the wound exposed across his chest.

“Sigh…”

Dranos nodded to Glen before approaching Roman.

“He was quite useful in many ways. A shame, really.”

He clicked his tongue briefly and gently closed Roman’s wide-open eyes.

“Honestly, I never expected Roman to lose. You must be pleased with your grandson.”
“Dranos. Did you come here seeking death?”

Glen showed no surprise at the Nambuk Alliance Leader’s arrival. Rather, as if he had anticipated this situation, his crimson eyes gleamed with quiet intensity.

“No. I came because of Raon Zigheart over there.”

Dranos shook his smooth chin.

“Your talented grandson has caused us no small amount of damage.”

He enumerated on his fingers, bringing up Tiller, the maritime Auction House, and Roman’s matter.

“You will die for the sin of having such a grandson.”

Above Dranos’s composed eyes, a blue torrent surged forth.

“You trust that trash?”

Glen’s gaze turned toward the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman.

“Even if it’s the two of you…”
“Two?”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman let out a soft chuckle.

“Unfortunately, it’s not just two of us.”

As he pointed his finger toward the sky, the darkness-filled heavens shattered like thin glass.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

From the fractured rift, a crimson sun that erased the night ascended. Sacred light poured down as if the entire Rabel River had returned to daylight.

From the distorted constellation, a man wearing a mask of an ethereal youth descended into this world as if he didn’t belong here.
The angel’s wings and demon’s horns inscribed upon his gray robes radiated a pure, crystalline light as if alive.

A mystical temperament where good and evil intermingled. It was the arrival of Tacheon—a paradox that made the heavens sing and the earth wail.

“Tacheon….”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he observed Tacheon. The mana swirling around Tacheon undulated far more dizzingly than before. He seemed to have grown stronger as well.

“It has been a long time.”

Tacheon bowed respectfully toward Glen.

“I didn’t expect you to come.”
“Neither did I. However, an unavoidable matter has arisen, and I had no choice but to come.”
“An unavoidable matter?”
“Yes. Your grandson has caused quite the incident.”

His gaze turned toward Raon’s face.

“He became intimate with one of my subordinates and extracted information about Oma quite thoroughly. As a result, the complaints have been considerable.”

Tacheon waved his hand lightly.

“In particular, there is someone who is quite furious from suffering severely.”

He glanced at the Black Robed Man trembling with shoulders in the back, his lips curving into a gentle smile.

“That aside, borrowing the name of the Heavenly Demon is not a commendable action.”

Tacheon narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman.

“It seemed like it would be fun.”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman bowed his head playfully with his hands clasped together.

“The Heavenly Demon is a far different existence than you imagine….”
“Ah, save the lectures for later. Right now, I have more to show you.”

He stood before Glen again and snapped his fingers.

Whoooosh!

A blue spear materialized in the empty air, revealing the form of a tall, straight gray castle wall.

“Z-Zigheart?”

Burren exhaled sharply upon seeing the castle wall. There was no doubt about it. The wall reflected within the spear created by that Dragon Helmet bastard was the outer fortress of Zigheart.

“What is he trying to do now….”

It was just as Pedrick, who had been observing Raon, trembled in shock. Red and blue flashes poured down over the castle wall like a meteor shower.

Boom!

The aura barrier protecting the castle wall surged upward, but it could not withstand the violent wave of mana and shattered completely.

The castle wall that seemed like it would never break crumbled, and countless warriors clad in white robes appeared before it. They were members of the White Blood Cult.

They weren’t all of them. There were also Eden’s blue-eared and red-eared executives, as well as officials wearing helmets and masks, and Assassins with their faces concealed by masks were there too.

“I wanted to bring the White Blood Cult Master along too…”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman let out a soft chuckle and waved his hand.

“They said he was recuperating, but they only sent those guys.”

He twisted his lips as he watched the Blood Ghosts rushing toward the collapsed Castle Wall.

“Fast. It seems the anger from having your headquarters attacked still burns within you.”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman shrugged his shoulders.

“What will you do? Stay here? Or retreat….”
“Kuhk!”

When he lowered his gaze to see the contorted faces of the Zigheart swordsmen, a snickering laugh echoed through the air.

“This guy’s really insane, I’m telling you.”

Rimer chuckled as he looked at the unconscious Raon.

“How does everything go exactly as he says?”
“Right? Did he see the future or something?”

Sheryl shook her head in disbelief.

“What are you talking about?”

The Dragon Helmet Man’s voice trembled thinly.

“Did he lose his mind in despair?”
“Yes. He’s lost it. Not me—this bastard.”

Rimer pointed at Raon with a sneer.

“My disciple predicted everything—your arrival, the attack on Zigheart, all of it.”
“It wasn’t Eden, but another location. The scale was similar, though.”

Sheryl nodded with serene eyes.

“….”

Glen also gazed at Raon with eyes full of pride.

“The Heavenly Sword Squad and Cheoljeon Unit will hold the line here. The Gwangpung Corps will take Raon and escape this place.”

He issued orders swiftly and moved to block the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman’s path.

“Yes.”
“Hehehehe.”
“Understood!”

Sheryl, Roen, and Trevin fell in behind Glen and drew their blades.

“Dorian!”
“Yes, sir!”

At Rimer’s call, Dorian rushed toward the riverbank and plunged his hand into his ship pouch.
He withdrew a sleek vessel that looked as though it would catch the wind beautifully, and lowered it onto the river’s surface.

“Huh…?”
“A ship, why a ship?”
“A ship came out of a ship pouch?”

The water bandits who witnessed a ship emerging from the ship pouch were left speechless.

“Let’s go!”

The moment the Gwangpung Corps boarded the vessel, Rimer summoned Garunua and pushed the ship forward.
As if a tempest had descended, the sails billowed taut, and the ship surged ahead at tremendous speed.

“Chase them.”

At the murmur of the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman, the Masked Men behind him sprang into action.

“You go as well. Kill Raon Zigheart.”

At the Nambeop Leader’s command, the sect members mounted their Blue Wolves and moved out.

Whoooosh!

From Eden’s side, without Tacheon uttering a word, the spectral beings led by the Black Robed Man began to move.

Whoooooosh!

As Glen raised his hand, a torrent of lightning crashed down, blocking the warriors of Eden, Shadow, and the Nambuk Alliance.

“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Hmm….”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman tilted his jaw sideways as he faced Glen.

“You won’t let us leave? If we continue fighting like this, we’ll be annihilated?”
“Did I not tell you?”

Glen raised his gaze calmly.

“I predicted your movements.”

He gestured with his chin toward the rear.

“If you’ve seen enough, come out now.”

At Glen’s final murmur, a large hat popped out from behind his back.

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“Kill them all!”

At the Ten Apostle’s cry, the Blood Ghosts of the White Blood Cult leaped over the crumbled castle wall.
Their murky eyes burned with the rage of having their headquarters attacked.

“All units, prepare for battle!”

At Chief Steward Iliun’s command, the warriors of the outer castle drew their swords and stepped forward.

Boom!

The Ten Apostle and Iliun collided head-on. Their swords and spear clashed to sever the enemy’s life, scattering blue sparks.

“How dare you attack Zigheart! Have you gone mad drinking blood?”

Iliun twisted his lips as he glared at the 10th Apostle.

“Without the Northern Destruction King, Zigheart is nothing but a scarecrow.”

The 10th Apostle’s eyes flickered with rare, intense emotion as he clenched his teeth.

“And it was you who attacked first.”

His gaze grew chilling as he recalled Glen and Raon storming the White Blood Cult headquarters.

“You overestimate yourself! Even without the Head of House, you cannot match me!”

Iliun deflected the 10th Apostle’s spear and turned his head.

“You’ll be trapped here and never reach the inner sanctum!”
“I never said I came alone.”

The 10th Apostle shook his head, meeting Iliun’s resolute gaze.

“I’m not in command.”

As his mockery echoed, two apostles ascended the castle wall. A pale-faced man and a tall woman with bronzed skin—the First Apostle and 2nd Apostle, the White Blood Cult’s supreme forces.
A pale-faced man and a tall woman with bronze skin. They were two of the White Blood Cult’s greatest forces: the First Apostle and the 2nd Apostle.

“The First Apostle!”

Iliun swallowed hard. The First Apostle was undoubtedly transcendent, and while the 2nd Apostle’s power fluctuated, she possessed strength that could match even a transcendent being.

Behind the White Blood Cult members waited Eden’s executives and masked figures of unknown identity. It seemed only a matter of time before the wall fell.

“There’s no need to drag this out. We’ll inflict maximum damage and withdraw.”

The First Apostle erupted forward in a torrent of white blood energy. His fingers formed a meditation mudra that descended like a guillotine above my head. The very sky seemed to split apart from the shockwave, and my shoulders trembled violently.

Crash!

I had merely blocked a single slash, yet my sword shattered and embedded itself in the ground. The difference in power was overwhelming.

Whoooosh!

The First Apostle’s cultivation technique, which had descended downward, shot upward at a diagonal angle, shattered. There was no way to block it.

“Ugh….”

Iliun bit his lip as he raised his halved blade.

Screeeech!

Space tore open lengthwise, and a crimson blade erupted forth.

Claaang!

The First Apostle, who seemed absolutely immovable, staggered backward.

“Tch….”

He stared at the rift that had materialized in the void, his lips trembling in disbelief.

“Leave the children alone….”

From within the fractured space, a crisp ocean breeze blossomed forth. Aris swept her sunset-hued hair back, her smile radiant and cool.

“Come play with your big sister instead.”
“Why are you here….”
“When my beloved nephew acts so adorably, what else can I do?”

Aris’s cheeks flushed crimson as she flicked her fingers around the hilt of her blade.

“I’ll carve into your very bones how foolish it was to assault Zigheart.”

Aris vanished in an instant, then materialized before the First Apostle’s eyes, her sword descending in a devastating arc.

“You started this war!”

The First Apostle raised his cultivation technique without yielding.

Booooom!

The blade that severed space collided with the cultivation technique ablaze with blood energy, and spiderweb-like fissures bloomed across the battlefield.

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