The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 703

Right after the conclusion of Raon and Roman’s life-and-death duel.

Glenn trembled slightly as he watched Raon emerge from the riverbank, carrying Roman.

‘You did it.’

Raon had declared at the lake in the annex that he would fight Roman—and now, he had claimed victory.

It was the first time Glenn’s eyes had stung with emotion since the birth of Aris.

“Hahaha!”

Roenn laughed heartily, his joy evident as he looked at Raon.

“Master Raon will only continue to grow stronger.”

He nodded, as if already anticipating greater things in the future.

“I am moved as well.”

Frederick exhaled deeply, his gaze fixed on Raon.

“To think that a child who once seemed unlikely to even live healthily, let alone walk the warrior’s path, would grow to be so remarkable.”

Frederick smiled, recalling the young Raon in Sylvia’s arms.

“Aren’t you pleased?”

Frederick nudged Glenn’s shoulder playfully with his elbow.

“You can finally call him your grandson officially. And Sylvia can truly be your daughter again.”

“Hmph…”

Glenn turned his head, suppressing the trembling smile that threatened to spread across his face.

‘Yes. There’s nothing left to hide now.’

His heart pounded with joy at the thought of finally embracing Raon as his grandson without worrying about anyone else’s opinions.

“But first…”

Frederick narrowed his eyes, scanning their surroundings.

“Is the one wielding that aura of death really here?”

“Yes.”

Glenn nodded.

“Though I can’t pinpoint his exact location, I can feel him lurking nearby.”

He confirmed the subtle presence of something hidden and dangerous.

Soon after, Roman stood and died on his feet, while the division leaders of the North-South Union rebelled against the vice leader, insisting that Raon must be allowed to leave.

‘They aren’t trash, after all.’

Just as Glenn began to think about sparing them, a black shadow emerged.

“Let’s go.”

Glenn stepped forward with the power of Supreme Harmony Steps, directing his fury at the swordsman wielding the aura of death. His sword descended like a bolt of lightning.

—

“‘Die with that name,’ huh…”

The swordsman, wearing a blue dragon helmet, chuckled as he brushed a scale embedded in his cheek.

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

He licked his lips, staring at Glenn’s crimson eyes.

“I never heard about the Thunder God meeting the Heavenly Demon. What happened?”

The swordsman’s narrowed eyes gleamed, as if pleased to uncover valuable information.

“Frederick.”

Glenn ignored the man and called for the Saint of Rags, Frederick.

“I know.”

Frederick approached Raon, whom Rimmer was carrying, and checked his condition.

“It’s astonishing every time. He’s healing on his own… like some kind of troll.”

Frederick sighed, marveling at Raon’s bizarre recovery ability.

‘That’s a relief.’

Glenn gave a small nod. Raon’s injuries were severe, and Glenn had been worried, but since the boy was healing on his own, there seemed to be no lasting damage.

“Bringing the Saint of Rags all the way out here. You must care deeply for your grandson.”

The swordsman in the dragon helmet spoke in a taunting tone, dragging his words out deliberately.

“Enough nonsense. Let’s get to the point.”

Glenn summoned red lightning over his Heavenly Tremor. Sparks flared along the blade, twisting the air around it.

“Wait, wait!”

The man in the helmet raised his hand lightly.

“Just hold on. There are still others coming, and there’s something I want to show you. If you fight now, you’ll regret it.”

Even as he stood before Glenn, the man smiled nonchalantly.

“……”

Glenn narrowed his eyes, glaring into the helmet’s flickering blue light.

‘Who is this man?’

The energy he exuded was unlike anything Glenn had encountered before.

He had suspected someone’s identity earlier, but the aura was so foreign that it seemed to belong to someone entirely new.

‘A man with power like this, appearing only now…?’

Despite holding back, the swordsman’s presence was overwhelming, even stifling the might of the Six Kings.

Not even the Swordmaster of the Holy Sword Alliance would stand a chance against him without unleashing the full power of his sacred blade.

‘I can’t take this lightly.’

Though Glenn didn’t think he would lose, he decided to end things decisively.

“No matter who arrives, I won’t regret anything.”

“Oh, here they come.”

Just as Glenn was about to unleash his attack,

Rumble!

The entire Label River roared as a massive warship rose from the water, larger than a looming curse. It was the flagship of the North-South Union—the Blue Wolf.

Rumble!

The Blue Wolf crushed the waves beneath it, rising high into the air. Standing at the prow, a young man with red hair stood with his arms crossed behind his back.

The young man radiated a noble aura, so commanding it seemed to illuminate the darkness around him. He stepped across the air as if it were solid ground, descending toward the riverbank.

He was shirtless, with a long coat draped over his shoulders like a sea serpent’s skin. A jagged scar ran across his muscular abdomen.

Though he looked as young as Raon, the aura surrounding him was so vast it seemed to encompass the entire Label River.

He stopped before Glenn, his violent yet noble presence scattering the lightning from Heavenly Tremor like mist.

“Dranos…”

Sheryl bit her lip as she recognized the man standing before Glenn.

This was Dranos—the lord of the North-South Union. He had united river pirates and mountain bandits from Mount Terukan, gaining control of the continent’s waterways.

“It’s been a while, King of the North.”

Dranos smirked as he met Glenn’s gaze.

“Not since you earned the title of Northern Conqueror.”

He chuckled, running his hand over the scar on his chest.

“Haa…”

Dranos gave Glenn a slight nod before walking toward Roman’s lifeless body.

“He was useful in many ways. It’s a shame.”

Clicking his tongue, Dranos gently closed Roman’s lifeless eyes.

“I didn’t think Roman would lose. You must be proud of your grandson.”

“Dranos. Did you come here to die?”

Glenn wasn’t surprised by Dranos’s appearance. In fact, he seemed to have anticipated it, his crimson eyes glimmering calmly.

“No, I came because of Raon Zieghart.”

Dranos tilted his smooth chin.

“Your precious grandson has caused more trouble than you realize.”

He began counting incidents on his fingers, listing the disruption at the auction house, the Tyler affair, and Roman’s defeat.

“You’ll die for the mistake of raising the wrong grandson.”

A blue torrent surged in Dranos’s previously calm eyes.

“You put your faith in that garbage?”

Glenn’s gaze shifted to the swordsman in the dragon helmet.

“Even if it’s the two of you…”

“Two?”

The swordsman chuckled softly.

“Unfortunately, it’s not just two.”

He raised a finger toward the sky.

The dark heavens above shattered like thin glass.

Crack!

From the cracks in the sky, a crimson sun rose, erasing the night. Holy light poured down, making the entire Label River shine as if it were broad daylight again.

Amid the distorted constellations, a man descended—wearing the mask of an ethereal youth who seemed out of place in this world.

His gray clothing bore the insignia of angelic wings and demonic horns, which shimmered with a serene, living light.

A strange aura radiated from him, a blend of good and evil, as if he embodied both. His very presence felt like a disturbance, a force that made the heavens sing and the earth wail. This was the arrival of the fallen one.

“The Fallen One…”

Glenn narrowed his eyes as he looked at him. The mana swirling around The Fallen One seemed even more intense than before, as if he had grown stronger.

“It’s been a while,” The Fallen One greeted, bowing respectfully toward Glenn.

“I didn’t expect you to come.”

“Neither did I. But something happened, and I had no choice.”

“No choice?”

“Yes. Your grandson caused some trouble.”

The Fallen One’s gaze drifted toward Raon.

“He got involved with some of my subordinates, extracting information about the Five Demons. Naturally, that didn’t go over well.” (TL Note: Waiiiittttt, Merlin got caught?)

The Fallen One waved his hand nonchalantly.

“Some people are particularly angry about it.”

He smiled, glancing at a man cloaked in black robes who trembled with rage in the background.

“By the way, using the Heavenly Demon’s name isn’t a wise move.”

The Fallen One’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked toward the swordsman in the blue dragon helmet.

“I thought it’d be fun.”

The swordsman shrugged playfully, clasping his hands together.

“The Heavenly Demon is quite different from what you imagine…”

“Save your sermon for later. There’s more to show.”

The swordsman snapped his fingers again, standing confidently before Glenn.

Wooooom!

A blue spear materialized in the air, revealing the image of tall, gray fortress walls.

“Zieghart…?”

Burren gasped, recognizing the wall in the vision. It was unmistakably the outer wall of Zieghart’s fortress.

“What are you trying to do…?”

Frederick’s lips quivered in alarm as he inspected Raon. At that moment, red and blue lights shot from the fortress wall like falling meteors.

KWA-BOOOOM!

The aura shield protecting the wall surged but failed to withstand the overwhelming force, shattering instantly.

The supposedly indestructible walls crumbled, and beyond them, countless warriors in white robes appeared—members of the **White Blood Religion**.

But they weren’t alone. Among them were Eden’s blue and red specters, as well as masked assassins and high-ranking officers wearing helmets.

“I wanted to bring their leader too…”

The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet chuckled as he waved a hand.

“But she’s still recuperating, so they only sent the others.”

He smirked as he watched the blood fiends rushing toward the broken wall.

“They move quickly. I guess their rage from your previous assault hasn’t faded.”

The swordsman shrugged his shoulders.

“So, what will you do? Stay here, or return to your fortress…?”

“Ugh!”

Just as the swordsman looked down to see the grim expressions of the Zieghart warriors, stifled laughter echoed.

“He’s truly insane.”

Rimmer chuckled as he glanced at the unconscious Raon.

“How does everything go exactly the way he says?”

“Indeed. It’s like he can see the future,” Sheryl added, shaking her head in disbelief.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

The swordsman’s voice wavered slightly.

“Have you all gone mad from despair?”

“Yes. But it’s not me—it’s this kid.”

Rimmer sneered, pointing at Raon.

“My disciple predicted your arrival, the attack on Zieghart, all of it.”

“It’s not Eden, but it’s something comparable in scale,” Sheryl remarked with a calm gaze, nodding thoughtfully.

“……”

Glenn, too, looked at Raon with a proud expression.

“The Heavenly Sword Division and Iron Wall Division will hold them off here. Light Wind Division, take Raon and get out of this place,” Glenn commanded, taking position in front of the swordsman in the dragon helmet.

“Yes.”

“Hahaha.”

“Understood!”

Sheryl, Roenn, and Trevin Zieghart drew their swords, lining up behind Glenn.

“Dorian!”

“Yes!”

At Rimmer’s shout, Dorian sprinted to the riverbank and reached into his boat pouch.

With a swift motion, he pulled out a boat and set it on the river’s surface.

“Wha…?”

“A boat… from another boat?”

The river pirates, watching in disbelief, gawked at the sight of a boat emerging from Dorian’s pouch.

“Let’s go!”

As soon as the Light Wind Division boarded the boat, Rimmer unleashed his wind technique, sending the boat speeding down the river with its sails billowing like a storm.

“Pursue them.”

At the swordsman’s murmured order, the masked assassins moved swiftly.

“You too. Kill Raon Zieghart,” Dranos ordered, and the division leaders of the North-South Union launched into action aboard the Blue Wolf.

BOOM!

Even without The Fallen One’s orders, the specters and warriors under Eden’s command began their pursuit, following the man in the black robe.

BOOOOM!

Glenn’s hand rose, and bolts of lightning rained down, blocking the paths of Eden’s forces, the assassins, and the warriors of the North-South Union.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Glenn said coldly.

“Hmmm…”

The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet tilted his head thoughtfully.

“So you won’t let them go? If we fight here, you’ll be wiped out.”

“I told you,” Glenn responded calmly, his gaze unwavering.

“I predicted your every move.”

He gestured with his chin.

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

At Glenn’s quiet command, a figure with a large hat emerged from behind him.

—

“Kill them all!”

At the order of one of the Ten Apostles, the blood fiends of the White Blood Religion surged over the fallen wall, their eyes still filled with rage from the earlier assault on their headquarters.

“Prepare for battle!”

At Illyun’s command, the swordsmen of the outer wall drew their weapons and stepped forward.

BOOOOM!

Illyun clashed head-on with the Apostle, their sword and spear colliding with sparks flying, both weapons vying to take the other’s life.

“How dare you attack Zieghart! Have you gone mad drinking blood?” Illyun snarled, glaring at the Apostle.

“Zieghart is nothing without the King of the North.”

The Apostle sneered, his voice filled with rare emotion as he bit down on his lip.

“And besides, you attacked us first.”

He flashed a sinister grin, recalling the assault by Glenn and Raon on the White Blood Religion’s headquarters.

“You overestimate yourself. Even without our patriarch, you won’t succeed!” Illyun snapped, shoving the Apostle’s spear aside.

“You won’t even get past this place, let alone the inner walls!”

“I never said I came alone,” the Apostle said with a sly smile.

At his words, two more Apostles stepped onto the wall—a pale-faced man and a tall woman with bronze skin. They were the First and Second Apostles, two of the White Blood Religion’s strongest fighters.

“The First Apostle…”

Illyun swallowed hard. The First Apostle was undoubtedly a transcendent warrior, and even though the Second Apostle’s power fluctuated, she was still strong enough to stand against other transcendents.

Behind the Apostles, Eden’s executives and masked assassins waited, poised to strike. It was only a matter of time before the defenses were breached.

“There’s no need to delay. We’ll inflict as much damage as possible and withdraw,” the First Apostle declared, unleashing a blast of white aura as he charged.

His open palm strike descended from above like a thunderous wave, causing the ground beneath them to tremble.

CLANG!

With just one attack, Illyun’s sword shattered and fell to the ground, highlighting the overwhelming difference in strength.

WHOOSH!

The Apostle’s next strike came diagonally, leaving Illyun with no way to block it.

“Ugh…”

Illyun gritted his teeth and raised the broken sword.

SHING!

A crimson blade sliced through the air, intercepting the Apostle’s attack.

CLANG!

The seemingly unstoppable Apostle staggered backward, his lips twisting in disbelief as he stared at the tear in space where the attack had come from.

“Leave them to me…”

A fresh, ocean-like scent filled the air as **Aris Zieghart** stepped through the rift, her sunset-colored hair cascading behind her as she flashed a cool smile.

“Let’s play, just you and me.”

“You… Why are you here?”

“What can I say? When my adorable nephew asks for help, I can’t say no.”

Blushing slightly, Aris wiggled her fingers around the hilt of her sword.

“I’ll make sure you remember how foolish it was to attack Zieghart.”

In an instant, Aris vanished and reappeared before the Apostle, her sword descending in a swift arc.

“You started this fight!”

The Apostle, unwilling to back down, raised his hand in defense.

KWA-BOOOOM!

Their clash shook the earth, creating cracks that spread like a spiderweb across the ground.

(TL Note: Let’s GOOOOOO! I love this chaos! I love this arc!)