The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 123

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 123

The Lord of the Dead could not believe what was unfolding before her.
Just mere minutes ago, a fierce war between the Elfen Tribe and the Belakin Tribe had been raging.
She had made a substantial investment in the Belakin Tribe, and first filled the “war achievements” of her sworn subordinates.
And now she was about to raise an undead army to turn the tide of battle.

– Screeeeeech!
– The City Walls have collapsed! Enemies everywhere!
– These bastards, my fangs won’t work… Gaaahhh!

The battlefield transformed in an instant.
Neither the Elfen Tribe nor the Belakin Tribe.

[The Draken? What in the world is this? Why does such a tribe even exist?]

Because of the Draken Tribe—a race she had never anticipated.
Judging by their appearance, they likely possessed genetic traits related to “dragons.”
Typically, such tribes possessed certain characteristics.
Formidable physical prowess, exceptional magical abilities—things of that nature.
And those very characteristics were now on display from the Draken Tribe.
Especially among those attacking the Belakin Main Base!

[What is the meaning of this? The Draken?!]
[The Belakin Tribe’s offensive routes are being pushed back one-sidedly. They’re being overwhelmed utterly by this Draken race…!]
[Administrator! Are you listening to me? This was never mentioned! Information about a third tribe… especially one like this—I never received such intel!]

The Lord of the Dead was not alone in her shock.
All the Lords who had invested in the Belakin Tribe were beyond dismayed—they were horrified.
Considering the coins they had poured into their investments, their alarm was justified.
The problem was.

[Can these two even withstand this assault?]
[Isn’t the Draken Tribe superior in terms of tribal completeness?]
[These two insignificant tribes have been fighting for supremacy this whole time?]
[And that great hero of the Draken… is stronger than Grounkal.]

The possibility of things going wrong seemed extraordinarily high.
From the outside, the Draken Tribe and players were pushing in, while inside, the liberated Draken had risen in rebellion.
The Belakin Main Base was reduced to rubble in an instant.
And what of the battle between the great heroes?

“This damned, cursed…! Kaldrex, how could you do this!”
[You will find no peace even in death, Grounkal!]
“Grraaaaaahhh!”

Kaldrex and Grounkal.
The battle between the two great heroes was one-sided. Kaldrex displayed tremendous martial prowess, overwhelming Grounkal completely.
The gap in their power was so vast it felt unbridgeable.
Grounkal was avoiding fatal wounds by leveraging his exceptional physical abilities and regenerative power, yet he appeared on the verge of collapse at any moment.

[H-how is this possible! They’re a tribe that just emerged! The Belakin are a tribe that received massive investments! So why are we helpless against them?!]
[Even if the tribe itself is superior…!]

The Lords could not comprehend this situation.
Was it possible for a tribe that received no significant investment to display such power?
The answer to that question came in an unexpected form.

[Lords affiliated with the Belakin.]
[I wish to present you with an offer you cannot refuse.]

In the form of an ‘investment promotion’, no less.
A message appeared before the eyes of the Lords watching the battle.

[Lords bearing titles such as the Lord of Pleasure, the Lord of Shadow, and the Lord of Training are pouring massive coins into the Draken Tribe.]
[The Draken Tribe’s investment stage is still only at level one. You can see just how much potential this tribe possesses from this alone.]
[We wish to give you a single opportunity.]
[If there are any Lords who have yet to invest,]
[join the Draken.]

The Lords were considerably taken aback by the blatant message.
Who sent this?
A great hero? No, that couldn’t be possible. This is a message from a player.
But this content….

[How dare a mere human send such a message to me!]
[You know nothing of your place. Are you proposing something to us?]
[Hmph, not even worth considering…!]

It was far too presumptuous.
This was no message to send to the Lords. It didn’t deserve a response!
And yet.

[You can now invest in a new race, the Draken Tribe! If you invest in this race, your tribal affiliation will change!]
[Will you accept this investment promotion?]

Temptation stirred.
The Lords who had yet to make any investments felt particularly drawn to this proposal.
The Draken Tribe was superior to the two races currently on this Battlefield.
Yet their investment tier was only Stage 1?
Didn’t that mean these formidable warriors still had vast room to grow stronger?
If only they could join their ranks.

‘Besides, I haven’t been able to spend my coins anyway. There’s nothing to lose.’
‘It’s not my concern what happens to those Lords who’ve already invested. In fact, it’s rather delightful. Their misfortune is my fortune.’
‘If Lords like the Lord of the Dead—those with exclusive investment monopolies—suffer great losses…. Kehehehe, now that would be an amusing spectacle.’

Those who had invested heavily might hesitate.
But those who had missed the opportunity and made no investments had no reservations.
Soon, one by one, they began accepting the investment promotion.

[A large number of Lords affiliated with the Belakin Tribe are defecting!]
[The number of Lords affiliated with the Draken Tribe is increasing!]

Numerous Lords switched their affiliation to the Draken Tribe.
When those who had changed their affiliation opened the investment window, the investment tier remained at Stage 1, just as the promotion had promised.
Since the tribe had only recently been rebuilt, despite three Lords investing substantial coins, numerous investment options still remained available.
The Lords who witnessed this erupted in jubilation.

[So many investment options still available!]
[I must invest in this one first, no wait—that one too! I’ll invest in all of them!]
[I’m staking my entire lordly future on this investment…!]

The Lords began pouring coins into the fray with reckless abandon.
And that power flowed directly into the Draken Tribe.

“Ugh, gaaahhh?!”
“They… they’ve grown stronger…!”
“No! The players have betrayed us!”

The strengthened Draken pressed forward against the Belakin with overwhelming force.
And new players joined the assault.
They were sworn followers of Lords who had once belonged to Belakin but now pledged themselves to the Draken.
The tide of battle had shifted completely toward the Draken.
Irreversibly so.

[Tch, uuuugh…!]

An anguished growl, thick with rage, escaped between the Lord of the Dead’s teeth.
Who had orchestrated this? Who had resurrected that Draken? Who had brought that great hero to the Battlefield?
Who had discovered the Epic Quest?

[“Han Yu-sung…!”]

I could see Han Yu-sung sweeping across the Battlefield.
Many players fought across the field, but Han Yu-sung stood out unmistakably among them all.
He moved at a speed no other player could match, slaughtering Belakin in his wake.
It was all his doing. Everything!

[Administrator! I offer my coins! Maximum intervention intensity permitted by the Trial! I shall raise an army!]

It might not be a wise decision.
It might only compound my losses.
Yet I cannot stop. The coins I invested in the Belakin Tribe were far too substantial.
The Lord of the Dead was already committed—as good as drowning.
And above all else.

[If I could only kill Han Yu-sung… this pittance of a loss would be worth it…!]

Now that I knew Han Yu-sung was the architect of this catastrophe, there was no choice but to intervene.
Thus, the Lord of the Dead resolved to act.

[The Lord of the Dead intervenes in the Trial for a price in coins!]
[The dead across the land rise as an immortal army…!]

The fallen Belakin and Players were resurrected as undead.
Thousands upon thousands of undead forces joined the Belakin encampment.
This was the moment I had been waiting for.

[Using the authority of the ‘Hero’, I receive a portion of Kaldrex’s power.]
[Tremendous strength flows through your body!]

Golden energy surged across my entire form.
As immense power spread through every part of my body.
I drew a sharp breath and gripped my blade tightly.
In that instant, the Blood Demon Sword blazed with brilliant radiance—as if divine power itself had taken root within it.
And indeed, it had.

[Activating the skill ‘Undead Hunter’.]
[For a brief moment, your weapon’s attribute transforms to ‘Holy Attribute’!]

Everything was ready.
I smiled coldly at the undead that surrounded me on all sides.

【Thousand Blood Slash】.

Holy-infused sword energy engulfed the surroundings.
Followed by 【Earth Shatter】.
The unleashed sword energy and collapsing earth swept away the undead that had been closing in on me in one devastating wave.
My vision blurred with sword energy, debris, and the remains of undead.
I thrust out my hand and shouted.

“Kaldrex!”
[Ugh…!]

As if understanding from those words alone.
Kaldrex, who had been fighting Grounkal, nodded.
Then he raised his golden spear and hurled it toward Grounkal.
The spear pierced through his limbs.

“Ugh, gasp! No, not yet! Not yet, I…!”

The Belakin Tribe’s strength lay in their superior physical prowess and regenerative capabilities.
Their great hero Grounkal was no exception. He rapidly regenerated his body, attempting to wrench the spear that had pierced through his limbs.
It was at that very moment.

A deafening crack split the air!

“Gah…!”

The Thunder God’s Spear transformed into a bolt of lightning, piercing straight through Grounkal’s heart.
Kaldrex closed the distance in an instant as his opponent froze in place.

A sharp slash echoed out.

The spearhead severed Grounkal’s neck clean through.
Kaldrex, unsatisfied with merely this, unleashed his mana, and a golden aura consumed Grounkal’s entire body.
When that radiance finally dissipated.

“Our, our great hero… Grounkal…!”

Grounkal had vanished entirely.
Kaldrex had completely annihilated his body through magic.
Every member of the Belakin Tribe who witnessed this scene was profoundly shaken.
Not just anyone, but the great hero who led their entire tribe had perished so pathetically!
The death of a great hero never remained a mere individual loss.

[The great hero, Grounkal, has fallen.]
[All investment items related to ‘Grounkal’ have been eliminated. The buffs granted to the ‘Belakin Tribe’ and its affiliated players have vanished.]

A crushing sense of despair washed over every member of the Belakin Tribe.
The players belonging to that tribe felt it equally. The buffs their great hero had provided suddenly disappeared, and there was nothing they could do about it.
They stared at Kaldrex with vacant eyes.

[This is the final mercy I grant you.]
[Surrender. Do so, and I shall permit you to preserve your lives!]

Kaldrex raised his spear high and declared victory.
It was, in essence, a declaration of triumph.
Upon hearing this proclamation, the Belakin Tribe cast down their weapons without hesitation, surrendering unconditionally.
What meaning could further bloodshed hold when their great hero had fallen?
It would be nothing but a meaningless death.

[No, this cannot be! Fight! Fight alongside my forces!]
[Worthless fools! Do you have any idea how many coins I invested in you?!]
[There is no surrender! Fight until you perish!]

The Lords who had invested in the Belakin Tribe protested vehemently, but their cries fell on deaf ears.
The Lord of the Dead watched as his own forces were surrounded and annihilated.
And at the forefront of the slaughter, Han Yu-sung cut through the undead with relentless precision.
Sensing defeat, the Lord trembled with rage, his eyes closing in despair.
And moments later.

[The Belakin Tribe’s Main Base, Fang Fortress, has fallen!]
[The Draken Tribe forcibly subjugates the Belakin Tribe.]
[The Belakin Tribe’s investment portfolio is absorbed. The Draken Tribe’s investment tier rises by 2 levels, and all investment items increase in level!]

A message appeared before everyone’s eyes.
The moment Belakin’s Main Base fell completely.

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