The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 717

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Chapter 717
Upon a hill that jutted upward like the horns of a buffalo.
“Aah….”
Lectar, who had been observing the war between Zigheart and the North-South Alliance, released a turbid groan.
“Raon….”
His eyes remained fixed on Raon, who stood beside Glen Zigheart, as his parched lips trembled.
“M-Master!”
Mustan lowered the spyglass he’d been holding to his right eye and approached Lectar.
“Is that really Raon? Even seeing it with my own eyes, I cannot believe it!”
He gasped, unable to accept that Raon had saved Glen Zigheart.
“It is. It truly is….”
Lectar gripped his violently pounding chest without tearing his gaze from Raon.
“It’s Raon. My grandson has returned.”
Only Raon possessed such an otherworldly yet resolute aura. The grandson believed to be dead had returned, stronger than ever.
“Hah….”
Lectar placed his hand on the ground. His legs had lost all strength, and he could no longer stand.
‘What a blessing.’
I had remained on this battlefield to save Sylvia, yet I never imagined I would see Raon again.
Watching that child alive and well, even the piercing pain that had been needling my mind began to fade.
Especially seeing my grandson stand confidently after saving Glen Zigheart from the Transcendent’s ambush—it made even my seemingly dead heart stir.
‘How foolish of me….’
The absurd thought even crossed my mind that I wished it had been me Raon saved, not Glen.
‘But that’s not right.’
Lectar let out a hollow laugh and shook his head.
“Master, what shall we do?”
“For now, we observe.”
From the Six Emperors came Zigheart, Owen, Valcar, and the Beast Alliance, while Oma has the North-South Alliance, Eden, and the White Blood Sect.
I cannot precisely gauge the strength of that fellow in the blue dragon helm, but with the Red-haired Elf from Sepia and two Spirit Kings beside Raon, he will not lose.
‘Still, it would be better to stay closer, just in case.’
Should Raon find himself in danger, I must be ready to save him, so I decided to descend the hill.
“He will arrive soon. Let us head to the river bank.”
“Understood.”
Mustan nodded and gestured to his subordinates behind him.
“Raon.”
Lectar clenched his fists, holding Raon in both eyes as if determined never to lose him again.
“Thank you for coming back.”
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My cry became the spark that reignited the war that had come to a halt.
Ogram and the Beast Alliance warriors were the first to move.
“Follow me!”
Ogram leaped toward the Right Harbor. Despite struggling against the First Apostle, he charged fearlessly toward the White Blood Cult.
Boom!
A colorless fist strike erupted from Ogram’s knuckles, and the heads of five White Blood Cult members burst simultaneously.
“Mosquito bitch.”
He stood before the White Blood Cult Master with an eerie smile.
“Was my blood tasty?”
“Yes. Quite sweet indeed.”
The White Blood Cult Master gazed at Ogram’s neck and licked her lips slowly.
“Thanks to it, I’ve gained the strength to easily crush even you before you lost your power.”
She nodded as if entranced.
“Good. Come and try then!”
Ogram flicked his fingers as if beckoning them to attack.
“You’ll die. I don’t need your blood anymore.”
The White Blood Cult Master curled her crimson lips into a sneer.
“A warrior bearing beast blood does not fear death!”
As Ogram and his subordinates rushed forward, the sound of noble hoofbeats echoed behind him.
Thud thud thud!
The Silent Sword Master Lecross stood beside Ogram alongside his silver knights.
“The White Blood Cult Master has become absurdly strong.”
He frowned at the formidable blood energy radiating from the White Blood Cult Master.
“The Beast King will need to help us.”
Lecross lifted the White Sword hanging from his saddle and cast his gaze toward Ogram.
Rather than offering help without asking, he asked for aid while laughing—a courtesy that preserved Ogram’s pride.
“You’re too polite.”
Ogram chuckled and shook his head.
“Fine. To kill a mosquito, the more hands the better!”
He glared at the White Blood Cult Master and clenched his fists.
“Will just the two of you suffice?”
The White Blood Cult Master scoffed and brought her hands together. Behind her, a blood avatar of a different form materialized.
Roooar!
The blood avatar swelled to more than twice its previous size, its arms and weapons multiplied, and a pure white halo of light formed behind it.
The immense blood energy seemed to cause shimmering white heat waves to rise around the area.
“Grrr….”
“Those Six Emperors bastards!”
“Protect the Cult Leader!”
At the descent of the new Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, the White Blood Cult members blazed with fiercer blood energy, their eyes gleaming.
“Let’s go!”
Ogram roared and stomped the ground. A colorless aura blazed from his shoulders, tearing through space as it surged outward.
“Charge.”
King Lecross spurred his horse forward. A crystalline aura bloomed from his white sword, forming into a massive lance that shot forth.
Kuwaaaaang!
The White Blood Cult, Beast Alliance, and Owen Kingdom collided, and the tremendous shockwave that erupted swept across the North-South Alliance Headquarters.
While the White Blood Cult and Beast Alliance clashed on the ground, Eden and Valcar were locked in combat in the sky.
“Why waste time? Why not summon the remaining two as well?”
Tacheon narrowed his eyes as he watched Chamber sucking on a lollipop.
“Don’t play tricks.”
Chamber adjusted her witch hat and twisted her lips.
“I know what you lot would do, so I brought the remaining two here.”
She snorted and turned her gaze away.
“The Holy Sword Association is one thing, but the Black Tower has a deep grudge against Raon and Zigheart because of the Flame Demon Army’s affairs. The fact that they’re not here means they’re up to something else. Are we insane? Bringing everyone here?”
Chamber waved her hand dismissively, as if swatting away a fly.
“Derus and the shut-in are guarding our base anyway. Don’t worry about it.”
“This really isn’t easy, is it?”
Tacheon shook his head while looking at Chamber. He swept his gaze across the chaotic battlefield and exhaled sharply.
“This war will bring far more losses than gains.”
“This isn’t the time for such thoughts, is it?”
Chamber let out a scoff and spread both hands wide.
Uuuuuung!
As if an hourglass had been flipped, the sky and earth reversed, and Tacheon and Eden’s executives stood upside down.
“Forget about gains and losses—worry about your own life!”
Chamber brought her hands together, and space compressed, warping the bodies of Tacheon and Eden’s executives as if they were being torn apart.
“Ugh….”
“Ahhh!”
“This… this is….”
As Eden’s executives screamed, unable to escape Chamber’s magic, Tacheon flicked his finger.
Ttaaak!
The moment the crisp sound rang out, the distorted space unfolded, the reversed world returned to its original form, and radiant light filled it.
“I’ve grown quite familiar with your magic. It’s not difficult to manipulate.”
Tacheon said Chamber’s magic was simple and shook his head.
“What a coincidence. I feel the same way.”
Chamber flicked her chin, and the world began rotating in the direction she desired once more.
Uuuuung!
The sky and earth, caught between the two transcendents, seemed to struggle as they gradually darkened in color.
“Kill them.”
“Slaughter them all!”
Eden’s executives behind Tacheon and Chamber’s magical corps clashed within the distorted space.
Decades had passed, and finally the Six Emperors and Oma clashed head-on.
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I surveyed the increasingly complex battlefield situation with rapid precision.
‘The White Blood Cult Master has certainly grown stronger.’
Having absorbed all of Ogram’s blood, the White Blood Cult Master now radiated a far more formidable aura than before.
However, with both Ogram and King Lecross engaged against her, it seemed they wouldn’t be pushed back.
‘Tacheon and Chamber are evenly matched.’
Tacheon appeared to have a slight edge, but the gap between them wasn’t significant. They should be able to hold their ground without difficulty.
‘And here….’
Glen Zigheart stood beside me, while the enemies before us were the Nambeop Leader and Derus Robert.
All three of us bore severe injuries, so neither side could achieve overwhelming dominance.
‘However….’
I lifted my gaze upward.
‘We have the Spirit Kings on our side.’
Beside me stood Ifrit, the Fire Spirit King, and Elaim, the Water Spirit King. With both Spirit Kings supporting us, defeat was impossible.
“Raon!”
Sylvia rushed toward me and embraced me, seemingly unconcerned that we were in the midst of war.
“Raon. Raon.”
I felt her shoulders trembling as though they might break.
-Mother….
Wrath sniffled and nestled against Sylvia’s hair.
“I’m sorry.”
I gripped Sylvia’s trembling shoulders and bit my lip.
“It’s alright. As long as you’re alive, that’s all that matters.”
Sylvia lifted her glistening eyes, grateful simply to see me again.
“You bastard, what happened to you!”
Martha’s eyes reddened as she bared her teeth, looking ready to grab my collar.
“Raon. You’re alright, aren’t you?”
Burren nodded as if your return was all that mattered.
“Uh….”
Lunan thrust out his lips with an expression he couldn’t quite articulate. It seemed he couldn’t express his emotions at this moment.
“Master!”
“Young Master….”
Dorian and Yua wiped their reddened noses with sorrowful expressions.
“Let’s save the reunion for later.”
Rimer stood before me and shook his head.
“First, we need to end this war.”
He wore a delighted expression while shrugging his shoulders.
“That’s how it should be.”
I nodded and examined Derus Robert and the Nambeop Leader once more.
‘The Nambeop Leader’s condition is worse.’
Derus Robert had suffered severe injuries, but his aura remained intact.
In contrast, the Nambeop Leader bore grievous wounds and his aura had diminished considerably, making him seem easier to dispatch.
I could leave the Nambeop Leader to Glen Zigheart and, with the Spirit Kings’ aid, pressure Derus Robert—the battle would unfold smoothly.
“Ifrit.”
I pointed my finger at Derus Robert.
“Attack him.”
“As you command!”
Ifrit lunged at Derus Robert, spraying crimson flames from his palms.
“Siyan, I’d appreciate your assistance as well.”
“Oh, yes!”
Siyan bowed and advanced toward Derus Robert alongside Elaim.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
The death aura blazing above Derus Robert’s blade collided with Ifrit’s crimson flames in midair, and a blood-red wall erupted skyward.
Chiiiiing!
From the opposite side, the Water Spirit King Elaim’s moonlit waves surged forth, blocking the space where Derus Robert could move.
“Am I really this popular?”
Derus Robert fixed his gaze not on the two Spirit Kings, but on me, twisting his lips into a smile.
‘He’s hiding something.’
His expression showed he was far from defeated. He clearly possessed another scheme.
‘I should wait.’
Since Glen Zigheart and I were wounded and exhausted, I needed to use the Spirit Kings’ power to force Derus Robert to reveal his hidden card.
‘Whatever it is, we hold the advantage now.’
As I suppressed my internal injuries and moved toward Derus Robert, Glen Zigheart approached from the side.
“Raon. Stay close to me.”
Glen Zigheart raised the Heavenly Sword, signaling we should strike the Nambeop Leader together.
“You as well?”
“Yes. Follow me.”
Glen Zigheart nodded and surged forward first. His body became a streak of crimson light.
Hwaaaaaaaa!
I followed Glen Zigheart’s back and unleashed the Manhwa Palace. Crimson petals blooming from the blade engulfed the battlefield.
Manhwa Palace Heavenly Flower.
Flame Spirit.
A more brilliant and graceful storm of crimson flames swept across Dranos’s entire body.
“This much?!”
Despite his grave injuries, Dranos, true to his transcendent nature, erased the Flame Spirit in a single breath.
Kwarrrung!
However, the moment Flame Blossom’s petals settled, a deeper crimson light erupted from Glen Zigheart’s Heavenly Sword.
Kwaaaaaang!
Dranos could not withstand the power flowing through the Heavenly Sword and fell to one knee upon the river’s surface.
“Kugh….”
He leaned against his half-severed Sea Spirit Spear and spat blood.
“Hmm….”
Yet black blood also seeped from Glen Zigheart’s lips. It seemed he had sustained internal injuries even before this war began.
When he forcibly twisted the Heavenly Sword’s trajectory, exposure to the aura of death had clearly worsened his internal wounds.
“Let’s continue.”
Glen Zigheart wiped the blood from the back of his hand and unleashed an even thicker bolt of lightning.
“Yes!”
I nodded and fired the Flame Dragon Technique.
Kuwaaaaaaaang!
Dranos gripped his half-severed Sea Spirit Spear and braced his stance, but soon coughed blood and was pushed back helplessly.
“Krhehe….”
Dranos trembled as he gripped the Sea Spirit Spear, his expression twisted into a grotesque laugh.
“You’re so eager to kill me. Fine. I’ll oblige!”
He roared and raised the Sea Spirit Spear.
Kugugugugu!
An enormous aura blazed forth from him, rivaling Glen Zigheart’s own. The immense fluctuation of power caused the entire Rabel River to surge upward as if turned inside out.
“He’s drawing on his life force.”
As Glen Zigheart said, Dranos was channeling not just his aura but his very lifespan into the spear. It was the resolve of a final strike—to kill us even at the cost of his own death.
“Raon.”
Glen Zigheart stepped forward and raised his Heavenly Sword.
“Have you mastered the tenth form of the Spear-Bow Sword?”
“Yes. I was able to comprehend it this time.”
“Then use that. Watch my back and follow.”
He nodded with evident pride and stepped forward.
“Great Luck!”
The Nambeop Leader concentrated all the power he had accumulated and hurled the Sea Spirit Spear.
A brilliant blue aura blazed forth, replacing the broken spearhead and summoning a colossal water dragon that would engulf this entire river.
Kugugugugu!
As the water dragon opened its pitch-black maw to devour everything, Glen Zigheart’s Heavenly Sword was suffused with a noble aura. A dark yet heavy sky descended, blocking the water dragon’s ascension.
Goooooo!
My Heavenly Sword contained a different sky than Glen Zigheart’s. It was an infinitely vast and unchanging azure sky.
Spear-Bow Sword tenth form.
Spear-Bow Great Resonance.
Two different skies painted by grandfather and grandson harmonized mysteriously, unfolding a magnificent radiance.
Kuwaaaaaaaaa!
The colossal water dragon, which had obscured even the heavens, was torn apart with its maw still open, and a crimson line was drawn across the neck of the Nambeop Leader standing behind it.

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