The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 717

Atop a hill, rising like the horns of a bull.

“Ah…”

The Sword Demon, Rektor, let out a low groan as he watched the war unfold between Zieghart and the North-South Union.

“Raon…”

His dry lips quivered as he kept his gaze fixed on Raon, standing beside Glenn.

“M-Master!”

Muston lowered the telescope from his right eye and hurried over to Rektor.

“Is that really Raon? I can’t believe it, even though I’m seeing it with my own eyes!”

Muston panted, struggling to accept that Raon had saved Glenn.

“It’s him. It really is…”

Rektor clutched his chest, which was pounding fiercely, without taking his eyes off Raon.

“That boy has returned.”

There was no mistaking it. No one else could emanate such an extraordinary yet unwavering aura. His grandson, thought to be dead, had returned stronger than ever. (TL Note : Wait!!!! So this is a confirmation that he is his grandson?)

“Hah…”

Rektor braced himself against the ground, his legs too weak to keep standing.

‘Thank goodness.’

He had stayed on the battlefield to protect Sylvia, never expecting that he would see Raon again.

The relief of knowing the boy was alive even eased the piercing headaches that had plagued his mind.

Watching his grandson save Glenn from an ambush and stand confidently reignited a heart that had long since felt lifeless.

‘I almost wish…’

For a fleeting moment, Rektor even wished it had been him, not Glenn, that Raon had saved.

‘But no, that’s not right.’

Rektor shook his head with a faint, bitter laugh.

“Master, what should we do?”

“For now, we observe.”

On the battlefield, Zieghart, Owen, Balkan, and the Beast Alliance had assembled. On the opposing side stood the North-South Union, Eden, and the White Blood Cult.

The full strength of the man in the blue dragon helmet was still unknown, but with the elves from Sephia and two spirit kings by Raon’s side, they would not lose easily.

‘Still, I need to stay closer.’

If Raon were to face any danger, he needed to be ready to intervene. With that decision made, Rektor began descending the hill.

“The others will arrive soon. Let’s head to the river.”

“Understood.”

Muston nodded and signaled the followers behind him.

“Raon…”

Rektor clenched his fist, engraving his grandson’s figure into his mind.

“Thank you for coming back.”

—

Raon’s shout reignited the stalled battle.

The first to move were Ogram and the warriors of the Beast Alliance.

“Follow me!”

Ogram leapt toward the harbor on the right. Even though he was already struggling against the First Apostle, he charged at the White Blood Cult without hesitation.

*Boom!*

The colorless energy from Ogram’s fist exploded, causing five cultists’ heads to burst simultaneously.

“Bloodsucking mosquito…”

Standing before the White Blood Cult’s leader, Ogram smirked menacingly.

“Did you enjoy the taste of my blood?”

“Oh yes, it was delightfully sweet.”

The cult leader licked her lips, savoring the memory.

“Thanks to it, I regained the strength I needed to crush even the pre-injury version of you.”

She nodded, basking in her twisted pleasure.

“Come on, let’s see you try.”

Ogram beckoned her with a flick of his fingers.

“You’ll die, you know? I have no further use for your blood.”

The cult leader smirked, her red lips curling mockingly.

“A warrior who carries the blood of the beast does not fear death!”

As Ogram prepared to charge with his subordinates, the sound of hooves echoed behind him.

*Thud-thud-thud!*

Lecross, the master of the black steed, arrived alongside his silver-armored knights.

“The White Blood Cult leader has grown terrifyingly strong.”

Lecross frowned, sensing the overwhelming blood aura radiating from the cult leader.

“We will need your strength, Ogram.”

Lifting the white sword from his saddle, Lecross smiled, carefully wording his request to avoid offending Ogram’s pride.

“You’re too polite.”

Ogram chuckled, shaking his head.

“Fine. The more hands we have to swat this mosquito, the better!”

He clenched his fist, glaring at the cult leader.

“Do you think the two of you will be enough?”

The cult leader sneered, bringing her hands together. Behind her, a new form of the Blood God began to manifest.

*Whooooom!*

The Blood God had grown nearly twice in size, with additional limbs and weapons. A radiant halo of white light shimmered behind it, giving off an immense wave of blood aura that seemed to fill the air with a white mist.

“Protect the cult leader!”

“Kill the Six Kings!”

The cultists, now bolstered by the appearance of the enhanced Blood God, unleashed their bloodlust, their eyes gleaming ferociously.

“Let’s go!”

Ogram roared as he stomped the ground, unleashing colorless aura that shattered the space around him.

“Charge!”

Lecross spurred his horse forward, sending a brilliant aura lance from his white sword streaking toward the cultists.

*Boom!*

As the Beast Alliance, Owen Kingdom, and White Blood Cult clashed, the fierce waves of energy swept through the North-South Union’s headquarters.

While the battle raged on the ground, the skies were dominated by the duel between Eden and Balkan.

“Why don’t you bring in the last two already?”

The Fallen One squinted as he looked at the Archmage of Illusion, who was sucking on a lollipop.

“Don’t bother with tricks.”

The archmage adjusted her witch’s hat, smirking.

“We know exactly what you’d try to pull, which is why we didn’t bring them.”

She sneered dismissively.

“The Holy Sword Alliance, maybe. But the Black Tower holds a grudge against Raon and Zieghart because of the Flame Demon. They’d try something underhanded if we brought them here. You think we’re fools?”

The archmage waved her hand as if swatting a fly.

“Besides, Derus’ kid and that recluse are guarding our homes. Stay out of it.”

“You’re as stubborn as ever.”

The Fallen One shook his head, glancing at the chaotic battlefield and letting out a short sigh.

“This war will bring more losses than gains.”

“This isn’t the time to be worrying about that.”

The archmage sneered, spreading her hands.

*Whoooosh!*

The sky and earth reversed as if someone had flipped an hourglass, leaving the Fallen One and Eden’s leaders suspended upside down.

“Forget about gains and losses—worry about saving your own life!”

As the archmage clapped her hands, the compressed space threatened to crush the bodies of the Fallen One and Eden’s leaders.

“Urgh…”

“Aaagh!”

“W-What is this…?”

The Eden officials screamed, unable to escape the grip of the archmage’s magic.

*Snap!*

With a snap of his fingers, the Fallen One restored the warped space, returning it to its original state, now glowing with radiant light.

“I’ve grown quite familiar with your magic. It’s not that hard to manipulate.”

The Fallen One shook his head, speaking as if the archmage’s magic was child’s play.

“Funny. I was just about to say the same.”

The archmage smirked, tilting her chin as she began rotating the world again to her will.

*Whooooom!*

The sky and earth darkened, trapped between the two transcendent beings battling for control.

“Kill them!”

“Slaughter them all!”

The archmage’s mages and Eden’s officials clashed violently within the distorted space.

After years of cold tension, the forces of the Six Kings and the Five Demons had finally collided head-on.

—

Raon swiftly assessed the battlefield, understanding that things were becoming increasingly complicated.

‘The White Blood Cult leader has certainly grown stronger.’

The leader’s blood aura was far more powerful than before, seemingly strengthened by absorbing all of Ogram’s blood.

However, with both Ogram and King Lecross working together, she shouldn’t be able to overwhelm them.

‘The Fallen One and the Archmage of Illusion are evenly matched.’

Though the Fallen One seemed to hold a slight advantage, the difference was not significant. That battle should remain under control.

‘And here…’

By Raon’s side stood Glenn Zieghart, and before them were the North-South Union’s leader and Derus Robert.

All three were gravely injured, meaning none of them could easily overpower the others.

‘But…’

Raon glanced upward.

‘We have the Spirit Kings.’

Beside him were Ifrit, the Fire Spirit King, and Elraim, the Water Spirit Queen. With the two spirit kings on their side, defeat was not an option.

“Raon!”

Sylvia, seemingly forgetting they were still in the middle of a war, ran to him and embraced him tightly.

“Raon. Raon.”

Her trembling shoulders felt like they might break.

– *Mom…*

Wrath sniffled, nestling into Sylvia’s hair.

“I’m sorry.”

Raon bit his lip as he held Sylvia’s shaking shoulders.

“It’s okay. As long as you’re alive, it’s okay.”

Sylvia gazed at him with teary but grateful eyes, her heart filled with nothing but relief.

“You little punk! What the hell happened to you!”

Martha’s eyes were red with emotion, her teeth bared as if she was about to grab Raon by the collar.

“Raon, are you really okay?”

Burren nodded, as if Raon’s return was enough to satisfy him.

“Ugh…”

Runaan pouted, unable to express the whirlwind of emotions she felt inside.

“Leader!”

“Young Master…”

Dorian and Yua rubbed their reddened noses, their expressions forlorn but filled with relief.

“We can catch up later.”

Rimmer stepped in, shaking his head.

“First, we need to end this war.”

Though his expression showed his happiness at Raon’s return, he shrugged his shoulders lightly.

“Yes.”

Raon nodded, refocusing his gaze on Derus and the North-South Union leader.

‘The North-South Union leader is in worse shape.’

While Derus was gravely injured, his energy remained intact. On the other hand, the North-South Union leader’s injuries had significantly weakened him, making him the easier target.

If Glenn dealt with the Union leader, and the Spirit Kings kept Derus under pressure, things would go smoothly.

“Ifrit.”

Raon pointed at Derus Robert with his finger.

“Attack him.”

“Leave it to me!”

Ifrit surged toward Derus, unleashing a blaze of crimson flames from his hands.

“Cyan, I’ll need your help too.”

“Y-Yes!”

Cyan gave a quick nod and advanced alongside Elraim toward Derus.

*Boom!*

The death energy emanating from Derus’ sword clashed violently with Ifrit’s flames in midair, creating a wall of crimson and black.

*Ssssshh!*

From the opposite side, Elraim conjured a tidal wave, cutting off Derus’ movement and boxing him in.

“So popular, aren’t I?”

Derus ignored the two Spirit Kings, fixing his gaze on Raon with a twisted grin.

‘He’s hiding something.’

His expression revealed that he still had a plan. There was no sign of defeat in his eyes.

‘We’ll have to draw it out.’

With both Raon and Glenn injured and drained, they needed to force Derus to reveal his hidden card using the Spirit Kings.

‘Whatever it is, we still hold the advantage.’

Just as Raon suppressed his internal injuries and prepared to face Derus, Glenn moved closer to him.

“Raon, stay with me.”

It seemed Glenn intended to finish off the North-South Union leader together.

“With you?”

“Yes. Follow my lead.”

Glenn nodded and took the first step, his body becoming a streak of crimson light.

*Fwoooosh!*

Raon followed Glenn’s back, activating *Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation*. A storm of red petals bloomed from his blade, sweeping across the battlefield.

*Flower of Flames.*

The blazing petals swirled elegantly, enveloping Dranos entirely.

“Hah! Is that all you’ve got?”

Despite his severe injuries, Dranos, as a transcendent, extinguished the storm of petals in an instant.

*Boom!*

The moment the petals faded, Glenn’s *Heavenly Tremor* surged forward, radiating an even deeper crimson light.

*Boom!*

Unable to withstand the overwhelming force of the attack, Dranos collapsed to his knees on the surface of the river.

“Urgh…”

Leaning on his broken Sea Spirit Spear, Dranos coughed up blood.

However, black blood also trickled from Glenn’s lips. It was clear that Glenn had been suffering from internal injuries even before the battle began.

Twisting the direction of the *Heavenly Tremor* earlier had exposed him to the aura of death, worsening his injuries.

“Let’s keep going.”

Wiping the blood from his lips, Glenn raised his sword high, summoning an even thicker bolt of lightning.

“Yes!”

Raon nodded and unleashed a fiery strike.

*Boom!*

Dranos braced himself with his broken spear, but he couldn’t hold out for long. Blood gushed from his mouth as he was pushed back.

“Hahaha…”

Dranos trembled as he gripped his spear, letting out a twisted laugh.

“You’re so desperate to kill me. Fine, I’ll die for you!”

With a roar, Dranos raised his spear.

*Rumble!*

A terrifying wave of energy erupted from Dranos, rivaling Glenn’s power. The Label River surged violently, as if it would overturn.

“He’s burning his life force.”

Just as Glenn said, Dranos wasn’t just using aura—he was pouring his very life into his spear for one final, desperate attack.

“Raon.”

Stepping forward, Glenn raised his sword.

“Have you mastered the tenth technique of the *Skybound Sword*?”

“Yes, I was able to grasp it just now.”

“Then we’ll use it. Watch my back and follow my lead.”

Nodding in approval, Glenn strode forward.

“Grand Canal!”

The North-South Union leader condensed all his remaining power into his spear, hurling it forward.

Blazing blue aura surged from the broken spearhead, summoning a colossal water dragon to engulf the entire river.

*Rumble!*

The dragon opened its massive jaws, ready to devour everything in its path. At that moment, Glenn’s *Heavenly Tremor* glowed with a solemn aura, as if the heavy sky itself was blocking the dragon’s ascent.

*Whoooooom!*

Meanwhile, Raon’s *Genesis Blade* reflected a different sky—endlessly expansive, a serene, unchanging blue.

The tenth form of the *Skybound Sword.*

*Skybound Harmony.*

Together, Raon and Glenn, their swords embodying different skies, created a breathtaking harmony that radiated across the battlefield.

*Boom!*

The massive water dragon, which had blotted out the sky, tore apart mid-air, its jaws split wide open. Behind it, a crimson line appeared across the neck of the North-South Union leader.

(TL Note: Chef’s kiss. Peak chapter.)