The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 263

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The Maxed-Out Player’s 100th Return – Episode 263
263. Ten First-Class Angels
[Sixth Summoning]
[576 Players vs 576 High Orcs]
[The round will end in 30 minutes.]
[Time remaining until round end: 00:29:59]
With the summoning message, High Orcs with dusky skin materialized, snorting through their nostrils.
Yet not a single person turned their gaze toward the monsters.
Ten angels descending from the heavens with halos blazing behind them were far too overwhelming.
[Is this the Human World?]
Baruel, visiting the Human World for the first time after hearing of it only through rumors, gazed down at the humans swarming like ants and ground his teeth in irritation.
‘I have to make this tedious journey because of these pathetic insect-like creatures.’
Annoyance surged through me, but only briefly.
Watching the humans clash with the High Orcs, I found myself entertained.
[Might as well watch for a bit while I’m here?]
[Right, Baruel. There’s no rush, is there? Hehehehe.]
The ten first-class angels observed the battle leisurely from the heavens.
As the saying goes, you see only what you know—the High Orc was a monster far beneath them.
[To see them struggling so desperately against such trivial monsters.]
[Humans are truly as weak as they come.]
[So few in number, yet they drag things out like this.]
[We could kill them all in a single blow.]
They watched with sneering smiles, yet they found amusement nonetheless.
Watching similar creatures strike and clash was perfect entertainment.
Then Demiel asked Baruel a question.
[Aren’t you going to intervene? Wasn’t our original purpose to help the monsters and obstruct the humans?]
[That’s the official story. But is there any need to get involved in the battle? I alone could eliminate every human here.]
Baruel had no intention of aiding the monsters or sabotaging the battle.
[Let the humans enjoy themselves a bit longer.]
I wanted to have time entirely to myself.
The time to slaughter the humans after the battle ended.
[Do as you wish. All the humans are yours.]
[Kill or spare them as you like over the remaining 25 minutes. Hehehehe.]
I was planning to do that anyway.
‘I’ll kill them one by one, tearing off their limbs in agony.’
Twenty-five minutes wouldn’t be enough to vent my frustration.
Whoooosh—Boom! Boom!
“Screeeech!”
“Kyiiiii!”
For players below level 70, the High Orc was a formidable opponent.
Had they faced him one-on-one, there would have been casualties.
But they were a team.
The 575 fighters, excluding Black Scythe, worked in perfect coordination, watching each other’s backs and moving as one.
Thanks to that synergy, the High Orc numbers dwindled rapidly.
“Phew. I think we got them all?”
“Is anyone hurt?”
They glanced around searching for casualties, but everyone was intact.
Only the corpses of monsters littered the Island.
“Fortunately, there appear to be no deaths.”
“Then what’s left is….”
Every eye turned skyward in unison.
Did hundreds of gazes focus on him all at once?
One of the Angels descended slowly toward the ground.
[I watched your little scuffle well, humans. How utterly childish….]
Baruel shielded himself with his wings mid-sentence.
Boom! Bang-bang!
“Direct hit!”
“We got him good!”
The mages who fired the fireballs shouted with excitement.
But seeing his feathers unmarred and pristine, their elation evaporated instantly.
Or rather, his face was far from pristine.
It was contorted with fury, twisted beyond recognition.
[You… you wretched vermin… how dare you strike first at one of my noble station….]
“No time for that!”
“Fire now!”
Lightning magic, ice magic, flame magic—along with arrows, javelins, and dagger throws.
Every ranged attack available poured down upon Baruel.
The reason was simple.
1. Wait until he descends to ground level.
2. Don’t give him a chance to speak—launch a preemptive strike.
3. Focus all attacks on the one who appears first.
These were Black Scythe’s battle tactics for combating Celestial Angels.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Crack-crack-crack!
Bzzzzt-bzzzzt!
An attack that would have pulverized a 6th-rank Angel battered Baruel’s wings, but he was a 1st-rank Angel.
Second only to the Seven Archangels—the elite among trained Angels, the very pinnacle of perfection.
That was Baruel.
[Enough playing around.]
Baruel, who had been defending with his wings, vanished in an instant.
The players, having lost their target, panicked—but Baruel materialized in an instant.
[Here.]
“Gasp!”
Before one player could even turn around.
Slice—!
His head severed and fell to the ground.
The feather blade—a weapon distributed only to first-rank Angels—gleamed with lethal sharpness.
Baruel’s lips curled into a cruel smile at the horrified expressions around him.
[Did you truly believe a lowly human could stand against me?]
“L-Lord, p-please…!”
The nearby player attempting to plead never finished his words.
The feather blade tore through his body, armor and all.
A player who swung his arm in panic was cleaved in half along with his weapon.
A player raising an axe to strike was decapitated along with both arms as the feather blade passed through.
A player attempting to flee in terror was pierced through the back and died instantly.
There was no time even to scream.
In less than ten seconds, fifteen people surrounding Baruel had become corpses.
Mediocre power inspires defiance, but overwhelming power breeds terror.
Baruel’s power unmistakably belonged to the latter category.
He was slaughtering them with such cruelty that anyone who approached would be torn to shreds.
“S-Stop!”
“Everyone, p-please cease!”
Had they finally realized they were moths drawn to flame?
As the people hesitated and refused to advance further, Baruel let out a mocking chuckle.
[Why? Won’t you come closer?]
“….”
[Just when it was getting entertaining, you end it so pathetically? Won’t you attack again?]
“P-Please stop this.”
One player stepped forward with courage.
“Why are you doing this to us? We’re not ordinary people—we’re players.”
[I know.]
“Isn’t it an unspoken rule that Angels don’t harm players?”
[Says who?]
Baruel laughed mockingly.
[You’re vermin deserving of death. We Angels can kill you whenever we please.]
“Then why even conduct the Survival Game….”
[You don’t need to know that. What matters is that all of you will die here.]
Those words were nothing short of a death sentence.
Despair clouded the players’ faces.
“W-What have we done wrong….”
[You attacked first, yet you don’t understand what you did wrong?]
Baruel laughed as though bewildered, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.
“Gasp!”
The man’s final breath became his last words.
Thud—roll.
[I was already furious, and then you humans attacked first. Of course my patience snapped. I could devour every last one of you here and still feel unsatisfied.]
With those words, Baruel raised his feathered blade upright.
Whirrrrr—
As divine power flowed into it, the feathers clinging to the blade stood rigid, transforming into razor-sharp spines.
[I won’t spare a single one of you.]
With that declaration, the mana-infused feathers scattered in a fan pattern.
Thunk—thunk thunk—thunk thunk!
“Gahhhhh!”
“Aaaahhh!”
Players riddled with feathers like chestnuts dropped one after another.
Though their bodies were pierced through, some players miraculously survived.
Christine’s area-wide healing had fortunately saved them.
“Everyone! We must fight together!”
“Yes! He has no intention of letting us live!”
Rather than die so pathetically, the players charged forward, determined to at least wound their enemy.
[Stupid human bastards. Still haven’t come to your senses?]
Baruel sneered and raised his feathered blade to unleash another technique.
But he abandoned the thought and hastily shielded his face with the blade instead.
Two arrows had been fired directly at both his eyes.
Ting! Ping!
He’d nearly become one-eyed.
[These wretched creatures….]
Whoever it was, they’d fired arrows with perfect precision at his eyes.
This fact scraped against Baruel’s pride.
Ping—! Ping—!
Deflecting another arrow aimed at his temple, Baruel turned his head.
He spotted the player drawing her bowstring directly at him.
[There you are. Worthless bitch.]
Using his wings as a shield to block the attacks of the rabble, he moved at high speed.
“Hah.”
Seeing the angel appear mere steps away, Dorothy released her bowstring.
Thwack—!
The arrows blocked by his wings fell helplessly to the ground.
And without hesitation—
[Worthless bitch. Die.]
Thud!
The feathered blade pierced straight through Dorothy’s heart.
“D-Dorothy!”
Christine beside her cried out in shock, but Baruel paid her no mind.
He simply leaped skyward, evading the barrage of fire concentrated upon him, then prepared his technique anew.
Whoooosh—!
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!
“Cough!”
“Gasp!”
With each passing moment, more fell to death.
It was desperate, yet not entirely without hope.
Crack—!
Feathers scattered from Baruel’s once-impenetrable wings.
‘What?’
Sensing danger for the first time, Baruel swiftly created distance and studied his opponent.
[No?]
The figure before him bore the form of an Angel—one he recognized.
Familiar, as though he’d seen them before.
[Sariel?]
[What?]
As Baruel identified them, the fellow Angels observing from behind gasped in astonishment.
Why was the Archangel of Death present here?
[Wait, that’s not Sariel.]
Strictly speaking, it was different.
Bone protruded through the face and skin in places, marking them as Undead, and their form was translucent like a phantom.
[Cursed human—they’ve turned an Archangel into an Undead Servant.]
Rather than anger, Baruel felt contempt.
How weak must they have been to become a puppet of such inferior humans?
[To suffer as a plaything of mere humans… I shall grant you peace, Archangel.]
Despite Baruel’s words, Sariel swung the curved blade at him.
As nothing more than a summoned servant, they obeyed only John Delgado’s commands.
[Truly pitiful.]
Baruel regarded them with sympathy, yet his composure was far from leisurely.
He was wholly occupied with blocking the curved blade.
Clang, clang!
Sariel ranked sixth among the Archangels.
Possessing fifty percent of their former strength, they were a formidable opponent for a First-Rank Angel like himself.
[What are you standing around for? Help me out, you bastards!]
Finally calling upon his allies, the First-Rank Angels who had been idle chuckled and rushed in.
[We’ve been waiting for those words.]
[We’ll help you.]
With ten of them combining their strength, the tide turned instantly.
Even a half-baked Sariel couldn’t withstand ten first-rank Angels.
Slash! Slash!
Feather blades severed Sariel’s limbs.
Drained of power, Sariel dissipated like smoke.
Once the cooldown expired, I could summon him again, but not immediately.
[An Archangel isn’t all that impressive, is it?]
[It’s just a half-baked spectral Undead Servant.]
[Either way, Baruel survived thanks to us? Treat us later.]
[Enough! You all back off. From here on, I’ll handle it….]
Baruel couldn’t finish his sentence.
Another arrow came flying while he was speaking.
Ting!
I deflected it with my blade and turned my head.
There stood that archer, drawing his bowstring again.
[What? That human should be dead. How is he alive?]
The confusion was cleared by a fellow Angel’s report.
[I saw earlier—a human in white clothes resurrected him.]
[What?]
A human with resurrection magic exists?
That information made Baruel’s brow furrow.
[An annoying human. I should kill that one first.]
[Do we need to help?]
[Don’t kill a single one. Every human here belongs to me.]
Baruel shot forward like an arrow, leaving only those words behind.
The target was the healer.
Christine realized she’d become the target and flinched in alarm.
[Die, white human.]
Just as he was about to swing his feather blade—
Boom!
A scorching flame struck the back of Baruel’s head, making it ring.
Damage enough to halt the feather blade’s swing.
Baruel turned with blazing eyes.
Whoosh!
An ice spear conjured by Alex shot toward his face.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
He blocked it with his wings, but Baruel felt a sharp sting.
The damage was different from any magic he’d taken before.
[You bothersome human bastards…!]
First, I’ll kill the healer, then that mage.
When I turned my gaze forward with that resolve, the healer had vanished without a trace.
[These bastards….]
Trembling with rage, Baruel naturally locked onto Alex as his target.
After all, this wretch’s magic had made me lose the healer.
Closing the distance with high-speed movement, Baruel drove his blade straight through Alex’s heart.
Thwack—!
“Gahhh!”
The barrier had been holding, yet it shattered pathetically under the assault.
“Alex!”
As Min Ju-ri cried out from beside him, Baruel’s gaze naturally shifted in her direction.
[Annoying insects.]
Squelch—!
[I’ll kill every last one of you.]
The moment he drew his feathered blade, Min Ju-ri’s body crumpled silently to the ground.
A truly pathetic death.
Then it happened.
Boom—!
A figure appeared alongside a sonic boom.
[What? That is?]
In Baruel’s vision stood a human treading the night sky as if it were solid ground.
A bizarre human wearing a white mask.
“Ah….”
He gazed down at the carnage unfolding below.
Then he noticed.
“…Min, Min Ju-ri?”
The corpse of his most cherished comrade.
Tap—
Ryu Min’s gaze, now fixed upon the ground, locked solely onto Min Ju-ri.
As he approached to get a closer look, Baruel let out a derisive laugh.
[I don’t know where this human came from, but his luck is about to run out….]
In that instant, Baruel felt the world spinning.
Whoosh—
Before his head even finished falling, Baruel’s body collapsed with a dull thud.
[B, Baruel…?]
The expressions of the watching battle angels froze solid.
No one had seen the weapon move.
Only the golden droplets of blood clinging to the Black Scythe spoke to what had transpired.

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