Chapter 716

On a hill that soared like the horns of a buffalo, the Sword Demon, Rector, watched the war between Zieghart and the South-North Union with a heavy groan.

"Raon..."

He couldn't take his eyes off Raon, who was standing beside Glenn, his lips trembling.

“Master!”

Mustan lowered the binoculars he had been holding to his right eye and approached Rector.

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

He gasped, unable to believe that Raon had saved Glenn.

“Yes. It is…”

Rector, unable to take his eyes off Raon, clutched his violently pounding chest.

“It’s Raon. The boy has returned.”

Only Raon could exude such a mysterious yet bold energy. The grandson, believed to be dead, had returned stronger than ever.

“Haa…”

Rector placed his hand on the ground. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees.

‘Thank goodness.’

He had stayed on this battlefield to save Sylvia, never imagining he would see Raon again.

Seeing the boy alive and well made even the stabbing pain in his mind subside.

Especially, seeing his grandson standing confidently after saving Glenn Zieghart from the ambush of a Transcender stirred his heart that had once seemed dead.

‘Should I say it’s a shame...’

He had the absurd thought that he wished Raon had saved him instead of Glenn.

‘But no, that’s not right.’

Rector let out a hollow laugh and shook his head.

“Master. What will you do?”

“For now, we watch.”

In the Six Kings, there were Zieghart, Owen, Balkar, and the Beast Union, while the Five Demons had the South-North Union, Eden, and the White Blood Religion.

He couldn’t accurately gauge the strength of the man wearing the blue dragon helmet, but with the elf from Seipia and two Spirit Kings by Raon’s side, they would never lose.

‘Still, just in case, it’s better to stay a bit closer.’

Deciding to descend the hill to rescue Raon if he was in danger, Rector made up his mind.

“Since he’ll be here soon, let’s go down to the river.”

“Understood.”

Mustan nodded and gestured to the subordinates behind him.

“Raon.”

Rector clenched his fist, vowing never to lose Raon again, and fixed his gaze on him.

“Thank you for coming back.”

* * *

With Raon’s shout as the catalyst, the halted war resumed.

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

“Follow me!”

Ogram leapt toward the right harbor. Despite the difficult situation of facing the First Apostle, he charged relentlessly toward the White Blood Religion.

Boom! Boom!

Ogram’s colorless fist exploded, simultaneously blowing off the heads of five White Blood fanatics.

"You mosquito bitch."

He stood in front of the White Blood Religion’s leader with a chilling smile.

“Did my blood taste good?”

“Yes. It was quite sweet.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader smacked her lips while staring at Ogram’s neck.

"Thanks to you, I’ve gained enough power to crush you easily—even before you lost your strength."

She nodded, looking exhilarated.

“Alright. Come at me!”

Ogram beckoned her with a flick of his fingers.

“You’ll die, though. I don’t need your blood anymore.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader curled her red lips into a sneer.

"A warrior who inherited the blood of the beast does not fear death!" (But that mosquito is not a warrior, Sir.)

As Ogram and his subordinates were about to charge, elegant hoofbeats echoed behind him.

Thud! Thud-thud!

The Silent Sword Sovereign, Lecross, and his silver knights stood beside Ogram.

“The White Blood Religion’s leader has become ridiculously strong.”

He frowned at the immense bloody energy emanating from her.

"We'll need the Beast King's help."

Lecross raised the white sword hanging from the saddle and looked at Ogram.

Rather than saying he would help, Lecross smiled and asked for help—not to hurt Ogram’s pride.

“You are overly polite.”

Ogram chuckled and shook his head.

“Fine. The more hands, the better to kill a mosquito!”

He clenched his fists, glaring at the White Blood Religion’s leader.

"Do you think the two of you can handle me?"

The leader scoffed as she brought her hands together, summoning a new form of blood god behind her.

GOOOOOOOO!

The blood god swelled, its size increasing by half, its arms elongated with weapons, and a halo of pure white light forming behind it.

The immense surge of bloody energy created a dense, white mist.

“Krrr…”

"Six Kings bastards!"

“Protect the leader!”

The advent of the new form of the Goddess of Blood Devouring Anguish ignited an even fiercer bloodlust in the eyes of the fanatics.

“Let’s go!”

Ogram roared, kicking off the ground. The colorless energy burning from his shoulder tore through space.

“Charge.”

King Lecross led the silver knights. The clear energy from his white sword formed a gigantic lance that shot forward.

Kwaaaang!

The clash between the White Blood Religion and the forces of the Beast Union and Owen Kingdom sent out a powerful shockwave that swept through the South-North Union headquarters.

While the White Blood Religion and the Beast Union clashed on the ground, Eden and Balkar were battling in the sky.

“Why don’t you call the remaining two while you’re at it?”

The Fallen narrowed his eyes at Chamber, who was sucking on a lollipop.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Chamber tilted her witch’s hat and curled her lips.

“Knowing what you guys are up to, we wouldn’t bring the remaining two. Are you crazy? Bringing everyone here?”

She scoffed and looked away.

"The Holy Sword Alliance is fine, but the Black Tower holds a huge grudge against Raon and Zieghart because of Orgos. That they’re not here means they’re plotting something else. Do you think we’re insane?"

Chamber waved her hand dismissively.

“The little Derus kid and the shut-in are guarding our base, so don’t worry.”

“This is truly a difficult war.”

The Fallen shook his head and sighed, scanning the chaotic battlefield.

“This war will bring more harm than benefit.”

“This isn’t the time for such thoughts.”

Chamber sneered, spreading her hands.

Woooooong!

As if flipping an hourglass, the sky and ground reversed, causing the Fallen and Eden’s executives to stand upside down.

“Stop worrying about gain and loss and worry about your life!”

As she clasped her hands together, compressed space began to crush the bodies of the Fallen and Eden’s executives.

“Kuh…”

"Argh!"

“Th-this is…”

As Eden’s executives screamed in pain, unable to escape, the Fallen snapped his fingers.

Snap!

A crisp sound echoed, and the distorted space straightened. The world returned to normal, bathed in brilliant light.

“I’ve gotten quite used to your magic. It’s not difficult to manipulate anymore.”

The Fallen shook his head, calling Chamber’s magic simple.

“What a coincidence. Same here.”

As Chamber nodded, the world began to rotate again—this time under her control.

Wooooom!

The sky and ground, caught between the two Transcenders, gradually darkened as if crushed by their overwhelming presence.

“Kill them.”

“Kill them all!”

Eden’s executives and Chamber’s magic division clashed within the distorted battlefield.

After decades, the Six Kings and the Five Demons finally faced each other head-on.

* * *

Raon quickly surveyed the increasingly chaotic battlefield.

‘The White Blood Religion’s leader has definitely gotten stronger.’

She had clearly absorbed all of Ogram’s blood, and her bloody energy was now more intense than ever.

However, with Ogram and King Lecross fighting together, they wouldn't be overwhelmed.

‘The Fallen and Chamber are evenly matched.’

The Fallen seemed slightly ahead, but not by much. They could manage.

‘And here…’

Next to him stood Glenn Zieghart, and before them were the leader of the South-North Union and Derus Robert.

All three were severely injured—none could easily overwhelm the others.

‘But…’

Raon looked up.

‘We have the Spirit Kings here.’

The Fire Spirit King Ifrit and the Water Spirit King Elaim were beside him. With them, they had a major advantage.

“Raon!”

Sylvia ran to him, hugging him tightly as if forgetting they were in the middle of a battlefield.

“Raon. Raon.”

He felt her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Mom….

Wrath sniffled as he clung to Sylvia’s head.

“I’m sorry.”

Raon gripped her shaking shoulders and bit his lip.

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

Sylvia’s shimmering eyes were filled with gratitude.

“You bastard, what happened!”

Martha, on the verge of grabbing his collar, shouted with reddened eyes.

“Raon. Are you okay?”

Burren nodded, as if his return was all that mattered.

“Ugh…”

Runaan pouted silently, her eyes shimmering.

“Division leader!”

“Young master….”

Dorian and Yua rubbed their reddened noses, clearly moved.

“We can catch up later.”

Rimmer shook his head, stepping in front of Raon.

“We need to finish this war first.”

He shrugged, looking happier than anyone.

“You’re right.”

Raon nodded and looked back at Derus and the South-North Union leader.

‘The leader of the South-North Union is in worse condition.’

Derus was also injured but still retained strong energy. In contrast, the South-North Union leader’s aura was faint.

Raon planned to leave him to Glenn and press Derus using the Spirit Kings.

“Ifrit.”

Raon pointed at Derus Robert.

“Attack him.”

“Leave it to me!”

Ifrit charged, spewing crimson flames from his hands.

“Lady Siyan, please assist as well.”

“Ah, yes!”

Siyan nodded and moved toward Derus with Elaim.

Boom!

The energy of death from Derus’ sword clashed with Ifrit’s flames, creating a dark red wall.

Hiss!

On the opposite side, waves drawn by Elaim blocked Derus’ movement.

“Am I that popular?”

Derus sneered, keeping his gaze locked on Raon.

‘He’s hiding something.’

He didn’t look defeated—he had another plan.

‘We need to be patient.’

They had to use the Spirit Kings’ power to force Derus to reveal his hidden card.

‘Whatever it is, we currently have the upper hand.’

As Raon suppressed his internal injuries and moved toward Derus, Glenn called out.

“Raon. Come over here.”

Glenn raised Heavenly Tremor, signaling for him to join in attacking Dranos.

“Me too?”

“Yes. Follow me.”

Glenn nodded and moved first, his body turning into a red ray of light.

Whoosh!

Raon activated the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation. Red petals bloomed from his blade, covering the battlefield.

Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation: Thousand Flames.

Flame Spirit.

A dazzling storm of red flowers swept over Dranos’ entire body.

“This is nothing!”

Even injured, Dranos erased the flame spirits instantly—as expected of a Transcender.

Kwarurrrrung!

But as the petals faded, Glenn’s Heavenly Tremor unleashed a deeper red light.

Kwaaang!

Dranos couldn’t withstand it and fell to his knees in the river.

“Ugh…”

He leaned on his broken Sea Dragon Spear, coughing blood.

“Mm…”

Black blood trickled from Glenn’s lips too. His internal injuries had worsened—likely from redirecting the Heavenly Blade earlier.

“Let’s keep going.”

Glenn wiped the blood from his mouth and struck down with an even stronger bolt of lightning.

“Yes!”

Raon nodded and unleashed the Flame Dragon Art.

Hwaaaaa!

Dranos gripped his broken spear and assumed a defensive stance but was pushed back, coughing more blood.

“Kuhuhuhu…”

Dranos laughed eerily, trembling as he held the Sea Dragon Spear.

“Looks like you’re itching to kill me. Fine. I’ll die for you!”

He roared, raising the Sea Dragon Spear.

Rumble!

A tremendous energy surged forth—as powerful as Glenn’s. The entire Rable River exploded upward.

“He’s using his life force.”

Glenn narrowed his eyes.

“Raon.”

He stepped forward, raising Heavenly Tremor.

“Have you mastered the tenth technique of the Azure Sky Sword?”

“Yes. I was able to grasp it this time.”

“Then use it. Follow my lead.”

Glenn nodded with pride.

“Great Canal!”

The South-North Union leader hurled the Sea Dragon Spear.

Blue flaming energy replaced the broken blade, summoning a colossal water dragon.

RUMBLE!

The dragon opened its dark maw, ready to devour everything, but a noble energy surged from Glenn’s Heavenly Tremor.

Zhaaaaaaa!

Raon’s Heavenly Drive radiated a different sky—an infinite, unchanging azure.

Tenth technique of the Azure Sky Sword—Azure Sky's Grand Elegance.

The contrasting skies of grandfather and grandson formed a majestic harmony of light.

KABOOOM!

The colossal water dragon was torn apart, its mouth frozen wide. Behind it, a red line split the neck of the South-North Union’s leader.

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[Author – Writing Ant, 글개미]

[Translator – Irving]

[Proofreader – Mayank]