The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 174

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 174

Fierce battles erupted from all directions.
The Undead and the Army of Strife.
Players from both Korea and Japan.
The Sworn Servants of Justice led by the Lord of Justice and the Lord of Shadow.
And frozen wolves that appeared alongside the blizzard.
Agonized screams and battle cries filled the Battlefield.

– Gaaaaaaah!
“Don’t get buried by the Undead! Those things keep getting back up even after you kill them! Kill the Japanese Players instead!”
“The enemies are being pushed back! Keep pressing forward!”

The momentum had clearly shifted in Korea’s favor.
The Army of Strife and enemies consumed by shadow faced off against the Undead, while Baek Min-jun exploited the opening to target the Japanese Players.
As a result, the enemy players’ numbers, which had exceeded a hundred at first, had dwindled to merely dozens.
But even this wouldn’t last long.

“Damn it, the enemies keep pushing forward!”
“Because of this cursed shadow! What is the Lord doing!”

The situation was hardly favorable for the Sworn Servants of Justice either.
In fact, it was close to catastrophic.
They were facing none other than a descended Lord.

Kwaaaaaaah!

Light of judgment and a colossal shadow collided.
As the two forces clashed, the Battlefield shook violently.
At first glance, the two powers seemed evenly matched.

“Ugh, uaaaagh!”
“My… my body! It won’t… obey me!”
“The Lord of Shadow is supporting us! Move!”

But the reality was quite different.
Achiros was focused solely on defending against the shadows.
Meanwhile, the Lord of Shadow spread shadows in all directions while engaging him, attacking enemies while simultaneously supporting his own forces.
All the while finding gaps to strike at the Sworn Servants of Justice.

[The Lord of Shadow….]

It was inevitable.
The Lord of Shadow had descended, but Achiros had not.
With limitations on how much he could intervene, he could only be pushed back.
Achiros harbored suspicion about the situation.

[He’s holding back his strength. What’s the reason?]

The Lord of Shadow belonged to the stronger tier of Lords.
While inferior to supreme beings like Achiros, he could be considered among the upper echelon even among Lords bearing titles.
For such a Lord to have descended, his movements were far too passive.

[Why isn’t he targeting the Lord of the Dead?]

It would be more than sufficient to sweep away the enemies here and then move to confront the Lord of the Dead.
So why this leisurely approach?
As if preparing for what comes after this battle ends.
But that would be absurd.

[No… I see. So that was the reason.]

Conserving strength only makes sense if one wins the battle.
The outcome of this battle rests with the Lord of the Dead. If he defeats her descent, they will win; if not, they will lose.
And right now, only Han Yu-sung faces the Lord of the Dead.

[He believes that man will defeat the Lord of the Dead.]

There would be no reason to conserve strength otherwise.
But is such a thing even possible?
If it were possible….
Achiros gazed toward the most intense battlefield here.
The place where the battle between the Lord of the Dead and Han Yu-sung raged.

[“I’ve told you countless times…!”]

An overwhelming aura engulfed the sky. That aura transformed into countless bone fragments, raining down upon Han Yu-sung like a deluge.
Han Yu-sung drew a sharp breath and unleashed the “Flames of War.”
The 【War’s Calamity Flame】 shot skyward, incinerating the bones.

Kwaaaaaang!

Bone fragments that escaped the calamity flame collided with the ground, detonating in violent explosions.
At that moment, a single bolt of lightning cut through the chaos.
The distance between the Lord of the Dead and Han Yu-sung narrowed in an instant.
My blade drank in the thunder.

Thunder Sword Technique, 【Self-Rotating Single Slash】.

Thunder wrapped in demonic energy carved a deep gash across the Lord’s leg.
The colossal form staggered momentarily, but that was all.

[“You lack far too much to defeat me!”]

The overflowing aura regenerated the wound in an instant.
And that wasn’t all. Countless undead materialized around Han Yu-sung in a blink, rushing toward me in unison before detonating their own bodies.
My body tumbled across the ground, caught in the explosion.

– Grrrraaaaaah!
– Guuuoooo…!

More undead summoned once again.
The Lord’s aura enveloped them.
Their bodies were crushed and decomposed, then fused into one.
A grotesque monster composed of countless corpses took shape.
The creature roared and brought its hand crashing down toward Han Yu-sung.

Kwaaaaaang!

A colossal hand crashed down upon the earth, and dust billowed upward in thick clouds.
Yet the creature’s brow furrowed.
There was no sensation of impact in its palm.
No feeling of crushing flesh and bone….
The moment doubt seized the creature’s mind.

A sharp, whistling slash tore through the air.

—Guh, ooooh?

The piercing sound of a blade reverberated across the battlefield.
In the next instant, countless fine lines appeared across the creature’s entire body.

A deafening crack echoed out.

Its flesh split apart and crumbled to pieces.
And through the gaps, a Thunder God’s Spear shot forth.
The Lord of the Dead irritably hurled the spear that had pierced its chest aside, grinding its teeth.
The miasma that blanketed the surroundings surged violently in response to its fury.

‘Somehow, he’s managed to endure until now….’

Countless pillars of flesh and bone erupted from the ground.
The pillars detonated in unison, scattering in all directions, and soon a massive tempest of bone and sinew engulfed Han Yu-sung.
Simultaneously, countless specters poured down from the heavens.
Han Yu-sung desperately defended against the cascading assault.
But.

‘That creature’s movements are growing sluggish.’

My body was approaching its limits.
My movements had slowed, and the aura I emanated had weakened.
The power this human had displayed was certainly remarkable.
But ultimately, he was merely human.
There was no way he could sustain such power indefinitely.
Yet there remained one troubling factor.
The presence of the Lord of War.

‘Therefore, I must proceed with utmost caution.’

Like a snake slowly constricting its prey.
The Lord of the Dead hunted Han Yu-sung with composure and certainty.
Lee Ye-eun, watching the scene unfold, bit her lip anxiously.

“Oppa Min-jun, is it really okay to just leave it like this?”
“How would I know?! Just cast a buff already!”
“Are you seriously talking about buffs right now?!”

Baek Min-jun slashed at an enemy while keeping his eyes on where Han Yu-sung was fighting.
His body was battered and broken.
In truth, it was only natural.
How could a human possibly fight and defeat a descended Lord?
And a Lord bearing an ‘Epithet’ at that.

‘By common sense, we should go help him. But….’

Whether their intervention would even help was beside the point.
Was Han Yu-sung defeating the Walker of Harsh Winter something that followed common sense?
And above all else.

“…He must have a plan. If my instincts are right.”

I don’t have a deep connection with Han Yu-sung.
But watching this trial, I’ve come to understand something.
That man’s actions have purpose. Beneath what appears to be reckless, suicidal behavior lies meticulous calculation.
This situation is no different.
If I’m reading this correctly, what Han Yu-sung is aiming for right now is.

CRASH!
“Ugh…!”

At that moment, a cry of agony echoed across the Battlefield.
Han Yu-sung, struck by the Lord of the Dead’s attack and suffering a mortal wound, was driven into the ground.
He tried to push himself up, but instead fell to his knees.

*Cough*

Sharpened bones pierced through Han Yu-sung’s limbs.
The Lord of the Dead gazed down at the sight and summoned her malice.
She would not allow herself a moment of carelessness.
That human would die here—she was certain of it.
A cruel smile played at the corners of her mouth.

[“Has your struggling finally ended? Then…”]

A deep, rumbling growl echoed forth.

With a deafening roar, colossal hands of bone erupted from the earth.
They crashed down upon Han Yu-sung, sealing off the entire surrounding area.
Soon, dense malice converged endlessly into the two massive hands.

[“Now, it is time to face death.”]

The concentrated malice detonated.
As the colossal bone hands shattered, countless bone fragments scattered in all directions, and a devastating shockwave convulsed the earth.
In an instant, a black wave consumed everything in the vicinity.
As if nothing here would leave even a trace behind.

[Are you prepared, my lord?]

At that very moment.
Through the explosion, a single flame ignited.

[Now, it is time to burn away all things.]

A flame that flickered precariously, as though it would be extinguished at any moment.
Yet the fire began to consume the malice that engulfed all around it.
And soon it blazed forth into a conflagration fiercer and hotter than anything else.

[“What is this…?”]

The Lord of the Dead was the first to sense the anomaly.
The wave that had covered everything was fading, the malice dissipating.
By her design, this place should have been reduced to rubble and more.
As the Lord of the Dead felt an inexplicable sense of dread and moved to act.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

[“…?!”]

Tearing through the explosions, a figure shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
There was no need to ask who it was.
A man whose entire body was battered and broken, looking as though death could claim him at any moment.

[“Han Yu… sung…!”]

The Lord of the Dead gnashed his teeth and summoned his power.
Han Yu-sung’s eyes gleamed with cold intensity as he beheld him.

‘One chance. That’s all I have.’

My opponent was a descended Lord bearing a stigma.
Moreover, a Lord who harbored deep wariness from having fallen to me multiple times before.
Even so, victory was far from assured against such a foe.
That is why I had continued to lay the groundwork for victory, piece by piece.
A single opportunity to deal a mortal blow to the Lord.

[The Final Flame ignites.]
[The stack of ‘Radiance’ has reached its maximum.]
[For a fleeting moment, the 【God of War】 effect activates!]
[The blessing’s effects, 【Indomitable】 and 【Insurmountable】, activate.]
[The will of the Indomitable grants you strength. You are given the power to resist what cannot be overcome.]

In the very instant the Lord of the Dead was certain of victory,
the Blessing of Stars, 【Last Hero】, answered that will and poured strength into my body.
Tremendous power surged through my form.
I did not suppress it.

Kwaaaaaaang!

A fiercely blazing silhouette traced an arc through the air as it soared upward.
There was only one destination for Han Yu-sung, who had launched himself from the ground.
Where the Lord of the Dead stood.

[“You…!”]

The Lord of the Dead’s aura erupted, engulfing Han Yu-sung in a tidal wave of malice.
Countless bones and undead creatures were hurled at Han Yu-sung, each one a weapon meant to end his life.
Yet it was all meaningless.
Nothing could touch him. Nothing could harm him.

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

A golden aura enveloped my body, deflecting every attack without exception.
The Lord of the Dead recoiled in shock at the impossible sight.
A chill raced down my spine.
It was a sensation of ‘danger’—something I had not felt since becoming a Lord.

‘This is dangerous. If I let him close the distance like this…’

I had to stop him.
But how?
Han Yu-sung descended at an incomprehensible speed, closing the gap in an instant.
Time froze.
Or rather, a single moment stretched into eternity.

Whoooosh!

The Lord’s eyes widened as I stared.
Han Yu-sung’s piercing advance, his blade raised high overhead.
From that blade, an overwhelming inferno of ‘flames’ bloomed forth.
And upon his human face, an indomitable will burned bright.
A fierce determination to shatter the Lord before me.

[“Ahhh!”]

The Lord of the Dead thrust both hands forward in desperation.
The flames flowing along Han Yu-sung’s blade swelled to monstrous proportions.
And then.

BOOM!

A deafening roar shook the heavens.
A colossal blade wreathed in flames plunged down upon the Lord of the Dead.
Flames infused with the power of the Lord of War—once fallen, now risen anew.
And terror-fire forged from Han Yu-sung’s unwavering will to slay a Lord.

[“Aaaaaaaaargh!”]

I cleaved the Lord of the Dead in two.
From crown to sole, I severed the overwhelmingly powerful descended form.
In a single, decisive stroke.

[“Th-this can’t be. You… surely you weren’t aiming for this…”]

A vast chasm split across the Lord of the Dead’s body.
Flames erupted from the fissure, spreading across its entire form.
The Lord stared at me with a face twisted in shock, the one who had cut it down.

[“How could a human…”]

The Lord’s body split left and right, then began to crumble.
Endless, raging flames consumed its form.

[“Without fear of death itself, such a thing…”]

That was the end.
The Lord’s body, stripped of all power to maintain itself, collapsed entirely.
What remained was only debris consumed by flame.
And a crimson line carved into the void—the mark left by terror-fire.

“Hah…”

I exhaled wearily, sheathing my blade.
As though I had finally completed my purpose.

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