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Chapter 703
Right after Raon and Roman's duel to the death.
Glenn’s fingertips trembled as he watched Raon carrying Roman out to the riverbank.
‘He did it.’
Raon had proudly claimed victory in the duel to the death against Roman, just as he had declared in the lake of the annex building.
It was the first time since Aris was born that his eyes stung with emotion.
“Huhuhu!”
Roenn also laughed joyfully as he looked at Raon.
“Young master Raon will become even stronger.”
He nodded as if he was looking forward to the future.
“I am also deeply moved.”
Federick also let out a deep breath as he looked at Raon.
“I never thought that child, who seemed unlikely to live healthily, let alone live as a warrior, would grow up so splendidly.”
He smiled faintly, recalling the young Raon who had been in Sylvia’s arms.
"Happy, aren't you?"
Federick nudged Glenn's shoulder with his elbow.
"Now you can officially call him your grandson. And Sylvia is your daughter again."
“Hmm…”
Glenn turned his head, curling his trembling lips upward.
‘Yes. There's nothing more to see now.’
The joy of being able to openly care for Raon as his grandson without worrying about others made his heart pound as if it would burst.
“But before that….”
Federick narrowed his eyes as he looked around.
“Is there really someone who uses that energy of death?”
“There is.”
Glenn nodded.
"The exact location is unknown, but he's definitely hiding."
He nodded, saying that a very faint presence was moving.
Shortly after, Roman died standing, and the unit leaders from the South-North Union who followed him defied the vice union leader's orders to attack Raon.
'They weren't trash after all.'
When Glenn decided that he should save them because he quite liked their loyal nature, a black shadow appeared.
“I’m going.”
Glenn advanced with the Supreme Harmony Steps toward the swordsman who used the energy of death to kill Raon. His sword, enveloped in anger, struck like lightning.
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“Die with that name….”
The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet laughed softly as he caressed the scale embedded in his cheek.
"You seem to have actually met the real Heavenly Demon."
He licked his lips as he looked into Glenn’s red eyes.
"I haven't heard any information about the Lightning God and the Heavenly Demon meeting, hmm…?"
The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet narrowed his eyes, pleased to have obtained valuable information.
“Federick.”
Ignoring the swordsman in the blue dragon helmet, Glenn called out to the Ragged Saint, Federick.
“I know.”
Federick approached Raon, who was being carried by Rimmer, and examined his condition.
"It’s amazing every time I see it. His wounds are healing on their own. What is he, a troll or something..."
He exhaled a breath of astonishment, commenting on Raon’s extraordinary recovery ability.
‘That’s a relief.’
Glenn gave a short nod. He had been worried because the wounds and internal injuries were severe, but if Raon started to recover on his own, there would likely be no serious aftereffects.
"To come all the way here with the Ragged Saint... you must cherish your grandson a lot."
The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet spoke, drawing out his words as if to provoke Glenn.
“Enough with the nonsense. Let’s get to the point.”
Glenn summoned red lightning over his sword, Heavenly Tremor. The sphere of lightning energy blazing from the sword's tip flashed, distorting the space around it.
“Ah, wait a minute!”
The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet waved his hand lightly.
“Just wait a bit. There are still people who need to come, and things I need to show you. If we fight now, you’ll regret it.”
Despite facing Glenn, he maintained a relaxed smile.
“……”
Glenn narrowed his eyes as he looked at the blue light flickering inside the dragon helmet.
‘Who is this guy?’
It was a disposition he had never felt from any human he had met before.
There had been someone he suspected, but the atmosphere was so different that he thought this was an entirely new person.
‘For someone with such martial power to reveal himself only now….’
Even though the person in the blue dragon helmet hadn't fully shown his power, he exuded an energy that could suppress the leader of the Six Kings and Five Demons.
Even the master of the Holy Sword Alliance would probably not be able to defeat this swordsman without revealing the Holy Sword.
‘I must not underestimate him.’
He didn’t think he would lose, but since he didn’t know what might happen, he decided to end this with all his strength.
“It doesn’t matter who comes. I have nothing to regret.”
“Ah, he’s here.”
It was the moment when Glenn was about to unleash his sword strike toward the swordsman in the blue dragon helmet.
Rumble!
The entire Rable River shook, and a warship larger than Misfortune emerged from the water. It was the first warship of the South-North Union, Azure Wolf.
Rumble!
Breaking through the rough waters, a young man with red hair stood on the bow of the soaring Azure Wolf with his hands behind his back.
The young man, with a noble appearance that made him stand out even in the darkness, looked down at Glenn and curled his lips into a smile.
He walked toward the riverbank as though treading on solid ground. Bare-chested, he had a long blue dragon jacket draped over his shoulders, and a lengthy scar etched into his rock-hard abdominal muscles.
Despite his face looking as young as Raon’s, the energy he emanated was vast enough to encompass the entire Rable River.
The red-haired man, wrapped in a violent yet noble aura, stood in front of Glenn. The lightning emitted from Heavenly Tremor scattered like mist before him.
“Dranos….”
Sheryl bit her lip as she looked at the young man standing in front of Glenn.
That young-looking man was Dranos, the leader of the South-North Union, who had unified the river pirates of the Rable River and the bandits of Terukan Mountain, dominating the continent’s waterways.
“It’s been a while. Destructive King of the North.”
Dranos twisted his lips as he met Glenn's red eyes.
"Is this the first time since you earned the nickname of the Destructive King of the North?"
He laughed, rubbing the scar exposed on his chest.
"Sigh..."
Dranos nodded at Glenn and then approached Roman.
"He was quite a useful guy in many ways. What a shame."
He clicked his tongue shortly and closed Roman's glaring eyes.
"Honestly, I didn't expect Roman to lose. You're lucky to have such a grandson."
"Dranos, did you come here to die?"
Glenn was not surprised by the appearance of the South-North Union leader. Instead, his red eyes shone calmly as if he had anticipated this situation.
"No, I came because of Raon Zieghart over there."
Dranos shook his smooth chin.
"Your brilliant grandson has caused us more than a few troubles."
He counted on his fingers, recalling the incidents that caused losses to the South-North Union, starting with Tyler, the sea market auction house, and Roman.
"You will die for the sin of raising such a grandson."
A blue torrent surged over Dranos' once calm eyes.
"Do you trust that trash?"
Glenn's gaze turned to the swordsman in the blue dragon helmet.
"Even with you two...."
"Two?"
The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet chuckled.
"Unfortunately, it's not just the two of us."
He raised his finger to point at the sky, and the darkness-filled sky shattered like a thin glass window.
Crack!
From the cracked fissure, a red sun that erased the night emerged. It poured holy light down as if turning the entire Rable River into day.
From the distorted constellation, a man wearing a mask of a beautiful young man who seemed not to belong in this world, descended.
The angel wings and demon horns engraved on his gray garments emitted a clear light as if they were alive.
An ethereal aura, mixing good and evil. The appearance of a fallen angel, praised by the heavens and making the earth wail, had arrived.
"The Fallen...."
Glenn frowned as he looked at the Fallen. The mana surrounding him was flickering even more brilliantly than before. It seemed he had also grown stronger.
"Long time no see."
The Fallen bowed his head politely towards Glenn.
"I didn't expect you to come."
"I didn't expect it either. But something happened that I couldn't ignore, so I had no choice."
"Something you couldn't ignore?"
"Yes, your grandson caused some trouble."
His gaze turned to Raon's face.
"He colluded with one of my subordinates and extracted information about the Five Demons. Thanks to him, there's been a lot of complaints."
The Fallen waved his hand lightly.
"There is also someone particularly enraged due to a severe defeat."
He gently raised his lips while looking at the man in the black robe trembling behind him.
"By the way, borrowing the name of the Heavenly Demon, that's not a good thing to do."
The Fallen narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the swordsman in the blue dragon helmet.
"I thought it would be fun."
The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet bowed playfully, his hands clasped together.
"The Heavenly Demon is a very different being from what you think..."
"Ah, save the nagging for later. There's more to show right now."
He snapped his fingers in front of Glenn again.
Wooong!
A blue window appeared in the air, revealing a tall and straight gray wall.
"Z-Zieghart?"
Burren exhaled sharply as he looked at the wall. It was certain. The wall reflected in the window created by that blue dragon helmet guy was the outer wall of Zieghart.
"What are you trying to do now...?"
As Federick, who was watching Raon, trembled in surprise, red and blue flashes poured down from the top of the wall like a meteor shower.
Kuwaaaaang!
The barrier protecting the wall surged up but couldn't withstand the powerful waves of mana and shattered.
The wall, which seemed indestructible, crumbled, and in front of it, countless white-robed figures appeared. They were the White Blood Religion.
They were not the only ones. There were also the blue and red demons of Eden, along with executives wearing helmets and masks, and assassins with their faces covered.
"I wanted the leader of the White White Blood Religion to be there too..."
The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet chuckled and waved his hand.
"But she's recuperating, so she only sent them."
He twisted his lips as he watched the white blood fanatics rushing towards the broken wall.
"They're quick. I suppose the anger from their headquarters being attacked by you still remains."
The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet shrugged his shoulders.
"What are you going to do? Stay here? Or go back...."
"Khihihihi!"
Just as he lowered his gaze to see the distorted faces of Zieghart’s swordsmen, a giggling laugh was heard.
"I told you, this guy is a real madman."
Rimmer laughed while looking at the unconscious Raon.
"How does everything happen as he says?"
"Right? Did he see the future or something?"
Sheryl shook her head in disbelief.
"What are you talking about?"
The voice from the blue dragon helmet wavered slightly.
"Have you gone mad with despair?"
"Yeah. Not me, but this guy."
Rimmer sneered and pointed at Raon.
"My student predicted that you would come here and that Zieghart would be attacked."
"It wasn't Eden but another group, but the scale is similar."
Sheryl nodded with a serene expression.
"......"
Glenn also looked at Raon with proud eyes.
"The Heavenly Blade division and the Warring Steel division will block the way here. The Light Wind division will escort Raon out of here."
He quickly issued orders and stood in front of the swordsman in the blue dragon helmet.
"Yes."
"Huhuhuhu."
"Understood!"
Sheryl, Roenn, and Trevin drew their weapons and stood behind Glenn.
"Dorian!"
"Yes!"
At Rimmer's shout, Dorian ran towards the riverbank and reached into his belly pocket.
He pulled out a boat (small ship or large boat, the raw is Bae means boat or ship depending on context) that looked like it would catch the wind well and placed it on the water.
"Uh, what...?"
"Why is there a boat?"
"A boat came out of the belly pocket?"
The water bandits gasped in astonishment upon seeing the boat emerge from the belly pocket.
"Let's go!"
As soon as the Light Wind swordsmen boarded the boat, Rimmer activated Garunua and pushed the boat forward.
The sails billowed as if a storm had struck, propelling the boat forward at an incredible speed.
"Chase them."
At the murmur of the swordsman in the blue dragon helmet, the masked men behind him moved.
"You go too. Kill Raon Zieghart."
At the South-North Union leader's command, the unit leaders aboard the warship Azure Wolf sprang into action.
Rumble!
On the side of Eden, although the Fallen did not speak, the demons of Eden began to move, led by a man in a black robe.
Boom!
As Glenn waved his hand, lightning poured down, blocking the demons of Eden, the Shadows, and the warriors of South-North Union.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Hmm..."
The swordsman in the blue dragon helmet faced Glenn, tilting his chin to the side.
"You won't let them go? If we fight like this, you'll be annihilated."
"Didn't I tell you?"
Glenn calmly raised his gaze.
"He predicted their movements."
He gestured behind him with his chin.
"If you've seen enough, come out."
At Glenn's quiet mutter, a large hat emerged from behind him.
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"Kill them all!"
At the shout of the Tenth Apostle, the white blood fanatics jumped over the collapsed walls.
Their eyes blazed with rage over the attack on their headquarters by Raon and Glenn.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
At the command of the Foreign Minister Illiune, the swordsmen of the outer walls drew their swords and stepped forward.
Boom!
The Tenth Apostle and Illiune clashed head-on. The swords and spears in their hands sparked with blue sparks as they vied to cut each other's throats.
"How dare you attack Zieghart! Have you gone mad from drinking blood?"
Illiune glared at the Tenth Apostle, twisting his lips.
"Zieghart without the North King is nothing but a scarecrow."
The Tenth Apostle, unusually showing strong emotions, bit his lip.
"Moreover, you attacked us first."
He recalled Glenn and Raon, who had attacked the White Blood Religion's headquarters, his eyes gleaming ominously.
"You overestimate yourselves! Even without the head of house, you're no match for me!"
Illiune pushed away the Tenth Apostle' spear and turned his head.
"You won't even reach the inner walls, blocked here!"
"I never said I came alone."
The Tenth Apostle shook his head, looking at Illiune's determined eyes.
"I'm not the one in charge."
As his sneer echoed, two Apostles climbed onto the fortress wall.
A man with a pale complexion and a tall woman with copper-toned skin. They were the first and second Apostle, among the top forces of the White Blood Religion.
"First Apostle!"
Illiune swallowed dryly. The First Apostle was undoubtedly at the realm of Transcendence, and although the second Apostle had fluctuations, she possessed enough power to stand against a Transcender.
Moreover, behind the White Blood Religion members were the executives of Eden and masked figures of unknown identity. It seemed only a matter of time before they broke through.
"There's no need to waste time. Inflict maximum damage and retreat."
The First Apostle charged, exploding with white bloody energy. His hand, shaped like a blade, descended from above. The wave that seemed to split the sky made Illiune's shoulders tremble.
Clang!
A single strike. Just blocking one strike broke the sword and embedded it into the ground. The disparity in power was overwhelming.
Swooosh!
The First Apostle's blade, which had descended, now rose diagonally. There was no way to block it.
"Ugh…."
Just as Illiune bit his lip and raised the broken sword.
Shing!
The space tore open, and a red blade shot up.
Clang!
The First Apostle, who seemed unstoppable, stumbled back.
"Grr…."
He bit his lip in disbelief at the crack that had appeared in the air.
"Leave the kid alone…."
A fresh ocean scent wafted from the torn space. Aris, with her sunset-colored hair swept back, smiled brightly.
"Play with this big sis instead."
"W-why are you here…."
"When my adorable nephew acts cute and asks for help, how could I not be here?"
Aris, her cheeks flushed red, wiggled the fingers holding her sword.
"And, I'll engrave in your bones how foolish it was to attack Zieghart."
Aris suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of the First Apostle, slashing her sword.
"You bastards started this!"
The First Apostle, refusing to back down, raised his hand blade.
Kwaaang!
The sword that split the space and the hand blade filled with bloody energy collided, creating spider web-like cracks on the ground.
