The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 172

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 172

Dust billowed upward in thick clouds.
Beyond the haze lay scattered fragments of corpses strewn across the ground.
The Lord’s attack had reduced the Fortress to rubble in an instant.
And yet.

“W-what! Those bastards, why….”
“Not a single one died?”

Not one of the Korean Players had fallen.
More than that—they hadn’t even sustained minor injuries.
The Japanese Players stood frozen, unable to comprehend the impossible sight before them.
How could such a thing be possible?

[The effect of 【Aura of Valor】 manifests ‘Unbreakable Will’.]
[You and your allies become immune to damage once.]

A golden barrier of protection enveloped Han Yu-sung and the Korean Players.
It was the effect of ‘Unbreakable Will’.
As the barrier’s duration expired, it scattered into golden dust.

“Krraaaaaaagh!”
“T-they’re counterattacking…!”
“Fall back behind the Undead! Damn it, what is this situation!”

Then came the massive counteroffensive from the Korean Players.
Maximum-power skills prepared long before the Lord’s assault began.
As they unleashed simultaneously, the Japanese Players were swept away helplessly.
Agonized screams echoed across the battlefield, but only for a moment.

– Gueeeeeeeh!
– For the one who commands death…!
“The Undead are advancing! Wait! Don’t move yet!”

This time, the undead who received the command advanced in unison.
Their numbers were beyond counting.
Yet the Korean Players did not panic, enduring as if they awaited something.
And in the next moment.

– Gahahahahaha!
– Combat! A Battlefield where life and death intertwine! How beautiful it is!
– For strife! Slay every creature in sight!

From the Korean encampment, a host of forces surged forth.
A legion of wraiths consumed by battle-lust—the Army of Strife.
Both their scale and power were incomparable to their initial form.

[Army of Strife]
· Classification: Active.
· Summons the battle-starved ‘Army of Strife’.
· Can summon up to 300 souls; summoning more souls consumes vast quantities of mana.
· Endless combat perfected the legion.

The Army of Strife had experienced countless battles following Han Yu-sung, and through them had been strengthened to the highest level the skill permitted.
Moreover, they were further empowered by the ‘War Banner’ and the ‘Legion Commander of Dread Flames’.
The wraiths erupted in mad laughter, sweeping through enemies in all directions.
Han Yu-sung supported them.

【Divine Judgment】.

A colossal magical circle unfurled across the earth.
Upon the undead standing within it, sacred lightning descended in torrents.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-!

With each bolt, dozens of undead ignited in flame—an endless barrage of devastating power.
Simultaneously.
Between the cascading lightning, a single massive thunderbolt surged forth.

– Kuoooooo!
– Human…!

It was Han Yu-sung.
His blade, which had closed the distance with 【Island Thunder】, blazed with intense ‘sanctity’.
His target: the Death Liches positioned at the rear of the undead forces.
He unleashed his sword without hesitation.

Halden Style Swordsmanship, Third Form: 【Full Moon】.

The sword energy spiraled outward, cleaving through the undead.
Both the Death Lich attempting to cast magic and the undead surging forward.
Han Yu-sung withdrew swiftly, channeling his mana as he retreated.

BOOM!

In that same instant, corpses scattered across the battlefield detonated in unison, spraying bone and flesh in all directions.
The Lord of the Dead had triggered the explosions, targeting Han Yu-sung.
Grinding her teeth, the Lord revealed her fury.

[“Indeed, you possess a peculiar talent. It seems you used it to deflect my attack somehow…”]

The Lord of the Dead took a single step forward.
From where she planted her foot, a tremendous aura erupted.
The aura spread instantaneously in all directions.

[“Yet it means nothing.”]

She conjured countless undead anew.
More than what Han Yu-sung had destroyed—far more.
Certainly, his skill is remarkable. Even approaching with utmost caution and restraint, he managed to create such a situation.
But that is all.

[“If you destroy them, I simply create them again. For one who bears the epithet of ‘the Dead,’ this is easier than breathing.”]
[“So this time, allow me to show you properly.”]

The sight of your allies being annihilated.
The newly risen undead began surging toward the Fortress.
Witnessing this spectacle, Kakasha muttered with disgust.

“No matter how many times I see it, it’s revolting. Pushing forward with nothing but raw numbers and brute force! That’s precisely why I despise that Lord!”
“Don’t just say you hate it with words—show me through action.”
“Hmm? Action? Are you asking me to descend myself?”

Kakasha tilted her head in confusion.
Han Yu-sung silently displayed the ‘Final Contribution Score’ to her.

[Sworn Servant’s Final Contribution Score: 529,000.]
[You have achieved an overwhelming Final Contribution Score. No one else has achieved it, nor will they ever. Your Lord is granted the authority to intervene in the Trial in whatever manner you desire.]

In this Trial, the higher the Sworn Servant’s Final Contribution Score, the more the Star Lord could intervene on the Battlefield.
According to the message, the Final Contribution Score Han Yu-sung had achieved was at the highest tier.
The corresponding benefits had been granted to Kakasha.
The problem was.

[My dear one, if I had the will, I would descend myself and tear that rotting Lord limb from limb, but regrettably, I still lack the power….]
“You don’t have the strength? I know. I wasn’t expecting it anyway.”
[Ugh! That hurts in its own way…!]

Besides, that wasn’t what I wanted in the first place.
What Han Yu-sung desired was to crush the Lord of the Dead with his own hands.
He didn’t want Kakasha descending and defeating him through her own power.
What I needed wasn’t her descent.

“You must have plenty of Coins, right?”
[Not quite that much, but I do have some surplus. I can spare about three million Coins right now. That should be enough to work with.]
“Then use them. Create things that could help in this situation. And that one locked away in the Sanctuary—I think it’s time to bring him out.”
[That one… Ah, I see!]

Kakasha laughed with delight as she grasped Han Yu-sung’s scheme.
There was a slave obtained from a previous Trial.
With no particular use for him, he’d been doing nothing but guarding the Sanctuary like a watchdog.
It was time to bring that one out.

[Kufufu! That does sound amusing. Hmm, it’s a waste, but if I feed him Coins and raise him properly…. I think he could prove quite useful!]
“Then do it. Prepare him.”

I lifted my head.
From all directions, enemies—undead and others—were converging upon us.
Beyond them loomed the Lord of the Dead, radiating overwhelming malevolence.
And the Lords belonging to Japan were preparing to intervene as well.

[“Lord of Justice. How much longer do you intend to merely observe?”]

And then the Lord of Justice herself.
The Sworn Servants of Justice, who had been watching from the sidelines, began to move.
Light of judgment cascaded from the heavens. The radiance that condemned injustice descended upon the Sworn Servants, bestowing upon them tremendous power.
Simultaneously, the torrential light spread outward in all directions.

Whoooooosh!

“That… that is…”
“Angels? No, soldiers with an angelic appearance?”

She had created soldiers who served justice.
Warriors bearing a pair of wings, clad in armor forged from pure light.
Their forms were so sacred they evoked the divine messengers of the gods themselves.
Alongside these soldiers, the Sworn Servants of Justice advanced.
From all sides, countless reinforcements surged toward the Fortress.

“Han Yu-sung! The Lord says she will intervene now…!”
“Not yet. Wait.”
“In this situation?!”

Yoon Ga-ram cut down enemies while bewilderment seized her.
Had I not instructed her to face the Lord of Justice? Yet I said it was not yet time!
Even the Lord of Shadow expressed doubt.
What on earth was this man waiting for?

“…Captain, is it still not time?”
“Wait. Just a little longer.”

Baek Min-jun bit his lip anxiously.
We had not yet eliminated all the enemies remaining in the Fortress. If reinforcements joined this battle, we would be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

– Grrrraaaaaahhhhh!
“Don’t charge ahead! Let the undead and soldiers lead the way!”
“We’ll surge forward once the enemy’s strength is depleted!”

Soon, the reinforcements closed the distance sufficiently and began their charge.
The gap narrowed.
Still waiting? How much longer could this possibly take?
The answer came sooner than expected.

“Now!”
[Tch! Do your job, you parasitic wretch!]

A violent inferno erupted from Han Yu-sung.
The flames consumed the empty air, tearing open a massive rift.
A chasm leading into a desolate expanse bristling with countless weapons.
The enemies froze momentarily at the sudden appearance of the fissure.
And then.
A sound echoed forth.

– Krrrhhhh… Krrrrrrrgh….

The horrifying cry of a beast.
A sound of prolonged starvation, devoid of all reason and sanity.
A sound that instinctively made one’s legs tremble.
A grotesquely twisted hand jutted through the fissure.
It seized the edges of the rift and tore them wider.
And through the widening chasm, something emerged into view.

“That, that is….”
“What in the world is…?”

It was a monster.
A horrifying creature covered entirely in countless mouths across its body.
The monster that squeezed through the fissure tumbled onto the Battlefield.
The enemies’ movements halted at the unexpected arrival of the creature.
The monster raised its head, perceiving the countless foes surrounding it.
Numerous mouths twisted with delight, and its body stirred into motion.

Crunch! Crackle crackle crackle!

“Huff, huff…!”

In the next instant, a horrifying sound erupted across the Battlefield.
The sound of flesh tearing, bones shattering, and being crushed to pulp.
Simultaneously, the enemies near the monster vanished without a trace.
Where had they gone?
There was no need to ask.

Crunch! Snap!

The monster had ‘devoured’ them.
No screams, no resistance. The enemies were swallowed whole without even realizing they had been consumed.
Witnessing this impossible spectacle, the enemies trembled.
As if waiting for this very moment, Kakasha activated a coin.

[Rampage, The Nameless One! The blessing of this lord shall support you! In the name of war, devour all enemies!]
– Roooaaarrr!

The Nameless One.
Once called the Greedy Researcher—a Lord.
Now, the monster that had lost everything roared with tremendous force.
Fearsome flames erupted across its entire body, and it grew even more massive.
The creature could no longer restrain itself as it stomped the ground.

– Grraaahhh?!
“U, uaaahhh!”
“Oh, it’s coming! It’s coming this way… Damn it!”

It began to consume the Battlefield.
Countless undead, soldiers, Japanese Players—all of them.
The Lord of the Dead stared blankly at the monster ravaging the Battlefield.
And the moment he saw the creature, he understood.

‘That is no mere monster.’

A familiar aura emanated from it—far too familiar.
An aura strikingly similar to what one feels from a Lord.
In that instant, a single possibility crystallized in his mind.

[“You, surely! You didn’t just defeat the Descent Form… you…!”]

The worst fate befalling a Lord who lost everything and even broke the laws of their kind.
The form reached by a Lord who fell from grace yet was stripped of even the right to vanish.

[“You turned a Lord into a slave?!”]

The Lord of the Dead gasped in horror.
That monster was once a Lord.
But merely defeating the Descent Form could never result in such a state.
It was only possible by toppling a Lord and stripping away even their right to vanish.
Which meant Han Yu-sung had toppled a Lord before.
This was an entirely different matter from winning a battle against a Descent Form.

‘A mere human… toppled a Lord?!’

The descended Lord’s pupils trembled violently.
The other Lords watching this scene felt the same.
Even the Lord of Shadow, who stood on Han Yu-sung’s side, was no exception.
Thus the Battlefield was drenched in shock.
This moment was precisely what Han Yu-sung had been waiting for.

“Good. From this moment on…”

Han Yu-sung gripped his blade.
In response to his fighting spirit, fierce flames erupted across his entire body.

“We strike the Lord of the Dead. I will lead the charge. Let’s go!”

It was time to end this battle.
With a roar that tore through the air, Han Yu-sung kicked off the ground.
Toward that place beyond, where the Lord of the Dead watched him.

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