The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 122

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 122

Amidst the fierce war raging between the two tribes.
A message appeared before everyone’s eyes.

[Player Han Yu-sung has discovered an 【Epic Quest】.]
[The Draken Tribe, which once led the Terraria continent but fell into complete ruin through betrayal, has been rebuilt with Han Yu-sung’s aid.]
[The great hero of that tribe, Kaldrex, has entered the war!]
[A golden city, Aurildo, has risen in the west!]

A message announcing that a new tribe of unknown identity had joined the war.
The battles erupting across the Battlefield suddenly came to a standstill.
For the players, the announcement was so sudden and bewildering that they had no choice but to stop fighting.
But the situation was different for the Elfen Tribe and the Belakin Tribe.

“The, the Draken Tribe?”
“How could those wretches have made a comeback? It’s impossible!”
“How could slaves who devolved under the great hero’s power possibly…!”

Unlike the players, the two tribes knew the truth.
That the Draken Tribe was once the race that ruled this continent. And that they had now fallen into complete ruin, reduced to the status of slaves.
And that they themselves had been ruthlessly enslaving those very slaves.

“Look! At the form of this slave! Nothing has changed, has it?”
“It’s a lie! Whoever sent this message…!”

All of it was false.
The two tribes pointed at the slaves beside them and cried out thus.
The slaves, unchanged in any way, remained exactly as they had always known them.
And then it happened.

Crack, crackle! Crunch!

– Groooooaaahhhhh…

From somewhere came the sound of bones twisting and cracking.
It emanated from the slaves.
Those who heard it stared at the slaves with expressions of alarm.
Then the transformation began.
Or rather, to be precise—

A low, resonant cry echoed forth.

Liberation had commenced.
The slaves’ forms, which had resembled bipedal reptiles, began to shift and change.
Their hunched backs straightened with newfound dignity, their dull brown carapaces transformed into a soft golden sheen, and their lizard-like faces reclaimed their true visages.
The forms they were always meant to possess. The shapes they had always been.

A roar of triumph tore through the air.
Another cry of liberation followed.

Dragon-kin. The Draken Tribe in their true glory.
The liberated Draken bellowed as if intoxicated by their newfound freedom.
It was no mere roar.

Screams of terror pierced the air.
The Elfen Tribe and Belakin Tribe shrieked in horror.
One of them cried out in desperation: “What is this?! Weren’t these supposed to be minions?!”

The roar carried a power that struck fear into the hearts of all nearby enemies.
The Elfen Tribe and Belakin Tribe wailed at the sight before them.
They understood all too well.

The Draken spoke, their voices dripping with ancient malice: “Filthy traitors…”
“How dare you strip us of our intellect and imprison us in these grotesque forms…”

They knew how mighty the Draken Tribe had once been.
They knew the depth of hatred this race harbored against them.
They could envision the merciless vengeance that would unfold upon their liberation.
Eyes burning with resentment and fury turned toward the two tribes.

“Have we committed crimes worthy of such degradation?”

No one could answer that question.
The Draken Tribe had been the most prosperous race, the very people who guided this continent forward.
Had their rule been harsh?
No. If anything, those times had been far more peaceful.
There were external threats, but no internal strife.
Because they knew this truth, they could not answer.

“We….”
“Silence!”

Just as the Draken were about to pose another question.
Callum, the commander leading the Belakin Tribe, cut them off.

“The ravings of ghosts from a dead age! Everyone! Do not heed their words! Our mission remains unchanged!”

Callum turned to his frightened kinsmen and cried out with fierce determination.

“Victory in this war! To claim dominion over the continent as the Belakin Tribe! To make the great hero Grounkal our emperor! And have you forgotten? Unlike the past, we now possess strength!”
“Y-yes. He’s right….”

Whether Elfen or Belakin.
With the Lords’ continued investment, both had grown formidable.
In the past, they would never have dared face the Draken directly.
But now, empowered by the Lords’ patronage!

‘It’s possible.’
‘Yes, no matter how mighty the Draken….’
‘We can fight them and win. We have the strength!’

Courage blazed across the faces of the Belakin warriors.
Seeing this, Callum smiled with satisfaction and raised his spear high.

“Do not falter! I shall lead the charge! Now…!”

In that instant, the sky erupted in golden light.
Without warning, a brilliant flash tore through the heavens and descended.
The next moment.

BOOM!

Callum vanished in an instant.
Leaving no trace behind—only fragments of his armor scattered in the air.
The Belakin warriors beside him met the same fate.

“W-what…?”
“C-Callum…?”

The warriors stared blankly at the space where Callum had stood.
All that remained was a massive crater.
Their gazes slowly lifted skyward.
Toward the heavens, toward the source of the attack that had obliterated Callum—a warrior of formidable strength—in a single blow.
And there, suspended above them, was:

[My kinsmen, I have returned.]

Kaldrex, the Great Hero.
A legend lost to the distant past, now spoken of only in tales.
He gazed down upon the earth from the lofty sky.
As if searching for those worthy of divine retribution.

[To reclaim all that was lost, to exact vengeance upon those who stole everything from us! My kinsmen, I have returned to this place once more!]

The Draken stared up at their Great Hero in stunned silence.
Reason returned to eyes that had burned with blind hatred and fury.
Kaldrex raised high a spear wrought of golden light.

[Rise, Draken! And follow me!]
[From this moment forth…]

The sky shimmered as if heat waves were rising from the earth.
And then:

[I shall set all things right!]

Countless spears of golden light materialized in the heavens.
At Kaldrex’s gesture, they rained down upon the earth below.

“U-uaahhh…!”
“Gaaahhhhh!”

As if divine punishment itself had descended, countless spears swept across the ground.
Before those caught in the explosion, a message materialized.

[Hidden race, the Draken Tribe, has been liberated!]
[The content of God’s Trial undergoes permanent change. The Draken Tribe now enters the war between the Elfen and Belakin! The great hero of that tribe, Kaldrex, has revealed himself on the Battlefield!]
[Fight for the victory of your affiliated tribe!]

A message announcing that the situation had completely transformed.

* * *

Who could have anticipated this?
That the slaves they thought were mere minions spawned from the Giant Siege were actually the Draken Tribe, and that they would reclaim their original forms.
Even the Lords had not foreseen this development.

“What—my blade… Arghhhhhh!”
“What are these creatures? How are they so strong!”
“Those Draken are unleashing magic!”

Another problem emerged: the Draken Tribe was formidable.
Hardened carapaces, overwhelming brute strength, and magic on top of it all.
The Draken were a race born with inherent power.
And now, strengthened by the patronage of three Lords.

“Kuoooooo!”
“Follow Kaldrex! To reclaim everything!”

They possessed strength enough to overcome multiple enemies single-handedly.
Yet their enemies were not without countermeasures.

“Graaahhh!”
“Target those isolated! Kill them first!”
“Don’t let them unite!”

The Draken had been enslaved until mere moments ago.
Because of this, they could not consolidate their forces and were scattered throughout the field. No matter how powerful a race, they could not withstand the violence of numbers.
The enemies sought to swiftly hunt down the separated Draken.
But they could not.

Heavenly Thunder Sword Art, First Form.
【Island Thunder】.

A single bolt of lightning tore across the Battlefield.
It was Han Yu-sung.
Moving at tremendous speed across the Battlefield, he cut down enemies targeting the Draken.
The players following him, including Yoon Ga-ram, did the same.
All of them were strengthened by Kaldrex’s Blessing, making it possible.

“Thank you. But who are you to help us….”
“Ugh! I don’t know why, but there’s a familiar aura coming from you….”

The Draken who received help were cautious of Han Yu-sung at first.
But only for a moment.

[My brethren! Follow my champion! He is our savior!]

With Kaldrex’s cry, information was conveyed to all the Draken.
Information about Han Yu-sung and the players.
Then there was no room for doubt.

“We don’t know where you’re going, but lead us forward!”
“So we may take vengeance upon those who stole everything from us!”
“Passionate friends—I like them.”

The Draken followed Han Yu-sung without hesitation.
Thanks to this, the task became easier. Moving at tremendous speed, Han Yu-sung rescued the Draken and rallied them to his cause.
First dozens, then hundreds.
Finally, their numbers reached a thousand.

“Roooaaarrr!”
“For Kaldrex! For our savior champion!”
“H-how do we stop these things!”

A tide led by Han Yu-sung swept across the enemies and surged forward.
Their objective was singular.

“Finally, I can see it.”

The Belakin Tribe’s main base, where the Fang Fortress stood.
Steel walls came into view, and atop them, countless defensive turrets sprawled across the fortifications.
It was, quite literally, a fortress unto itself.
Yet its interior was in absolute chaos.

– Kuaaaaaaah!
– Damn it! Why are these slave wretches acting up!
– Blast! A rebellion has broken out in the slave quarters!
– No, this can’t be! Call Grounkal! Get Grounkal here now!

The Belakin Tribe was particularly notorious for their use of slaves.
The fortress even had a dedicated section where slaves were kept separately.
That very practice had become their poison.
The slaves gathered there had transformed back into Draken, and they swiftly organized themselves into a formidable force, launching their rebellion.
The Draken’s momentum was so fierce that suppressing them proved nearly impossible.

“Idiots! Can’t you handle even this? Damn it, I need to understand what’s happening, and yet—!”

Unable to bear it any longer, the Belakin Tribe’s great hero stepped forward.
An overwhelming physique, crimson armor plating covering his entire body.
The great hero with the grotesquely twisted face of a wolf—Grounkal.
He gripped two massive blades in his hands.

[The Lord, ‘Watcher of Thunder’, expresses displeasure with the current situation!]
[The Lord, ‘Lava Wolf’, protests to the great hero!]
[The Lord, ‘Slothful General’, demands the rebellion be suppressed!]
[The Lord of the Dead watches over you….]

Messages from the Lords appeared relentlessly before my eyes.
Do you understand how much we’ve invested? Resolve this situation immediately.
What is this Draken race? Did you know about them?
Grounkal gritted his teeth.

“My ears are ringing! Damn it, how did these relics of the old age come back to life! Kaldrex, that bastard should have been—”

Killed by us.
And his corpse should have been handled by the Greedy Researcher.
That’s how it should have been!

Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!

A deafening roar echoed across the battlefield.
The sound erupted from the City Walls that encircled the Fortress beyond.
The City Walls trembled violently as if struck by an earthquake, then crumbled into countless fragments and collapsed.
The agonized screams of the Belakin Tribe caught in the collapse pierced the air.
And from beyond the fallen City Walls.

“What? You were here? Perfect. No need to search anymore.”

Han Yu-sung appeared.
And.

[Are you ready to pay for your sins, Grounkal?]
“Ha.”

Kaldrex soared directly above Han Yu-sung.
Upon witnessing this sight, Grounkal couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.

“Damn it… I can’t even comprehend this.”

The hollow laugh escaped because he couldn’t make sense of the situation.
Soon, countless spears rained down from the sky.
With that as the signal, the Draken Tribe began their charge from beyond the City Walls.

“Attack!”
“Save our kin! Sweep away all the traitors blocking our path!”
“Roaaaaaaagh!”

Battle erupted at the Belakin Tribe’s Main Base, the Fang Fortress.
A battle no one had foreseen.

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