The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 189

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 189

Fierce battles erupted across the Battlefield of the Plunder Trial.
Combat to seize what others possessed.
Those who seized cheered in triumph, while those robbed screamed in pain and fury.
And among them, one figure stood out with remarkable prowess.

“Ughhhh… Krraaaaaaagh!”
“Damn… that long-eared bastard…!”
“No, no! Aaaaaaaagh!”

At the center of the Battlefield.
A single player unleashed a colossal darkness that engulfed countless others, followed by a devastating explosion.
The players caught in its wake vanished with agonized screams.

“What… what is a monster like that doing here!”
“That’s a monster… there’s no way we can win!”
“We… we have to run…!”

The surviving players initially attempted to flee.
But only for a moment—they soon realized the truth.
He had no intention of letting them escape.
That cruel smile, like a predator gazing upon its prey, proved it.

“Nngh, noooooo!”
“Bailen!”

Players of the Urkan and Siraphen races charged forward in unison.
Toward a single enemy, clinging to a thread of hope.
Needless to say.

“You dared think you could touch me?”

It was a futile struggle.
Tremendous magical power erupted forth.
That force transformed into darkness, then into countless eyes once more.
And moments later.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

My eyes blazed with dark rays, slaughtering the enemies before me.
In succession, my eyes surged forward at the foes, detonating in unison.
That was the end of it.
The alien players fell without a single survivor.
What remained was the player who had orchestrated this carnage.

“Magnificent, Bailen Nightveil.”
“You have displayed the grandeur befitting one who bears the name of Nightveil.”

Bailen Nightveil.
And only the Dark Elves who followed him.
As the Dark Elves thundered their applause, Bailen gazed upon the enemies—now nothing but wreckage—with undisguised contempt.

“Pathetic. These alien vermin know no bounds.”

They dared to reach for me.
It was a sin unforgivable even by death.
Bailen scoffed and spread both arms wide. Moments later, his reward arrived.

[You plunder the items possessed by the defeated players.]

Countless items flooded into Bailen’s possession.
Whether Urkan or Siraphene, they were races utterly inferior compared to the Dark Elves.
Even breathing the same air was repugnant beyond measure.
Yet the rewards granted at the end made such revulsion bearable.

“Trash not even worthy of drawing the Radiant Blade. Now then, where are my next prey? Guide me, my kindred.”
“Yes, Bailen Nightveil. We have already scouted a location.”

The Dark Elves bowed their heads and guided Bailen forward.
Meanwhile, the Lords watched Bailen’s exploits with keen interest.

[Remarkably arrogant for a Dark Elf, isn’t he?]
[They have strong pride in their race. Well, from our perspective it’s laughable, but….]
[Isn’t he particularly extreme among them?]
[He’s one with strong supremacist tendencies. Kuhehe… Well, considering the talent he possesses, it’s not strange to think that way.]

Bailen Nightveil.
Among dark elves known for their cruel nature, he was exceptionally renowned for possessing outstanding talent.
His talent was something that even the Lords admired.
And if there was one peculiar matter to mention.

[Has Bailen’s Lord still not been revealed?]
[That’s right. No one has come forward claiming to have contracted with him.]
[Then, could it really be as the rumors suggest….]

Bailen had not disclosed his contracted Lord.
He himself had not revealed it, and no Lord had come forward claiming the contract either.
However, it was implicitly known.

[Is he truly contracted with The Wanderer?]
[Probably. Aside from his talent, his growth rate has been remarkable. Unless someone was backing him with full support….]
[Didn’t rumors circulate about which Wanderer had contracted with him?]
[I’ve heard of it. Definitely….]

The very moment the Lords were about to speak the name they had heard.

“…Hmm?”
“Wait, there’s someone ahead of us.”

The dark elves who had been advancing came to a halt.
Someone was blocking their path.
Moreover, a race with an appearance rarely seen on this Battlefield.

“That’s… a human?”
“No matter how you look at it, it appears to be human.”
“A human, you say?”

There was none of the distinctive physique of an Urkan, nor the wings characteristic of a Siraphen.
Nor did they possess the distinctive appearance and dark skin of a dark elf.
A race utterly unremarkable as a species was blocking their way.
A human. This fact left the dark elves bewildered.

“Isn’t this a Platinum-rank Battlefield? And an upper tier at that. A mere human shouldn’t even be able to set foot on such a Battlefield….”
“Those creatures at best remain confined to Gold-rank Battlefields.”
“That’s my understanding as well.”

Then, what in the world is that human?
At that moment, Bailen Nightveil stepped forward with a click of his tongue.

“What does it matter who that inferior creature is? If they dare to block my path without knowing their place….”

The task at hand was exceedingly simple.
Vast darkness erupted from Bailen Nightveil’s body.
That darkness soon fractured into countless spheres, each brimming with tremendous power.

“Crush them to death, and it’s done.”

Bailen Nightveil’s dark magic surged toward the human, and
both the Lords and the Dark Elves
believed the human would vanish without a trace.

Whoooosh!

“What…?!”

Before the dark spheres could reach the human, they halted.
Countless dark spheres hung suspended in the air, too numerous to count.
As if someone had forcibly frozen them in place.
The Dark Elves’ eyes widened at the incomprehensible sight.
Bailen Nightveil’s did the same.

“Tch, ugh… Grrrrgh!”

Bailen Nightveil gritted his teeth and attempted to command the spheres,
but they wouldn’t move. The spheres refused to obey his orders.
It felt as though the control of his magic had been stolen from him.
That was impossible.

“Kill that vermin! Now!”
“Yes, Lord Bailen Nightveil!”

The Dark Elves urgently channeled their mana.
Unlike regular elves who specialized in bows and spirits, the Dark Elves had honed their mastery of blades and dark magic.
The Dark Elves at the front charged forward with swords drawn, while others unleashed magic in unison to support them.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The magic unleashed by the Dark Elves shot toward the human in unison.
But.

“…!”

It was meaningless.
Just as Bailen Nightveil’s magic had, their spells froze before the human’s eyes.
As if someone had pinned them in mid-air itself.
And.

‘This, this can’t be.’
‘I, I can’t control my magic…!’

As if they had been stripped of control over their own spells in the same manner.
But was such a thing even possible?
If it were possible, who in the world could have done such a thing?
That human blocking their path—could he have done it?
No, impossible. Such a thing couldn’t possibly be done.
A mere human could never have accomplished such a feat!

“Indeed, so this is what it feels like.”

In that moment, a voice reached the Dark Elves’ ears.
It was the voice of Han Yu-sung, the human who had blocked their advance.
He gazed at the magic frozen before him with evident fascination.

“So this is what it means to ‘dominate’ magic.”
“Wha…!”

Han Yu-sung snapped his fingers.
The frozen magic began to move once more.
But not toward Han Yu-sung as originally intended—instead toward the Dark Elves who had conjured it.

Kwaaaaaaang!

“Guk, gaaaah?!”
“The magic, why…!”

Countless spells descended upon the Dark Elves.
It was an unexpected counterattack. The Dark Elves charging forward with their blades had no time to respond, nor did they even consider it possible, as they were swept away by the magic.
Those who couldn’t resist were consumed by the spells, and soon vanished entirely.
The Dark Elves gasped in disbelief at the incomprehensible sight.

“Impossible! The magic is turning back toward us!”
“How is this possible?! How can he redirect magic I created?!”
“Lord Bailen Nightveil! The dark sphere—!”

What was even more shocking was that the magic hadn’t ended yet.
The spells conjured by Bailen Nightveil and the Dark Elves were hurtling back at tremendous speed.
They tried to control it, but their efforts were meaningless.
That left only one option.

“Veil of darkness, descend upon this place and shield us!”

Bailen Nightveil clutched the necklace around his neck.
His necklace possessed an active effect that amplified the magic he would cast next, allowing him to block the returning spells with it.
And then he could only try to understand what had just happened.

The magic that I and my brethren had conjured… it had stopped in midair.

Bailen Nightveil recalled the situation from moments before in his mind.
The spell that had been fired at the human froze as if time itself had stopped.
And when the human snapped his fingers, the magic reversed direction and shot back.
And just now, the words the human had spoken.

“I command magic itself…”

The human had said exactly that.
The way he did it seemed almost like he was testing a new power.
But was such a thing even possible?

A mere human dares to claim dominion over magic?

Magic that I didn’t conjure myself, but that someone else brought forth?
Magic summoned by the Dark Elves, those called the ‘superior race’ who possessed power incomparable to humans by their very nature?
It was impossible.
It was not something a human could accomplish.
That’s right.

‘Unless they were a Dragon, known as the sovereign of magic itself.’

There had to be some deception at play here.
Perhaps the creature possessed some special artifact.
If that were the case, I could simply kill it and claim the prize for myself!

‘Actually, this works out well. An opportunity to obtain a fine item has presented itself.’

Bailen Nightveil entertained this thought without any sense of genuine danger.
He couldn’t help but think this way.
The humans he had encountered throughout his existence were far too fragile, creatures that could be crushed in an instant.
It was true in the world where he dwelled, and it remained true on the Star Battlefield.
Who would feel threatened by mere insects?

Ssshhhhh…!

The mana Bailen Nightveil summoned descended as a colossal barrier.
Not a single layer, but multiple barriers stacked upon one another.
With barriers of this magnitude, any attack could be repelled.
And yet.

Crackle!

“Ugh, kugh…?!”

Suddenly, a terrible, searing pain erupted from within his body.
The mana flowing through his veins began to rage violently.
Simultaneously, he felt an ‘interference’ with the magic he had conjured.
An interference he could not possibly resist.

“No, surely…!”

Multiple layers of barriers faded, then began to dissipate entirely.
Bailen Nightveil’s eyes widened as he glared at the figure beyond the dissolving barriers.

“To command magic itself, to interfere with it….”

The mastermind behind this entire situation.
A single human being.

“Not bad at all.”

A deafening explosion erupted!

Countless spells poured through the space where the barriers had vanished.
For the Dark Elves who had relied solely on Bailen Nightveil’s barriers, this was an attack they could not counter.
The magic consumed them, unleashing a violent explosion.

“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Ugh, uuuaahhh…!”
“Cough, hack!”

Screams echoed from all directions.
Bailen Nightveil groaned as searing pain tore through his entire body.
Fortunately, he possessed an item prepared for such circumstances.
His ring gleamed, layering a protective barrier across his body.

‘How in the world is this even possible…!’

Bailen Nightveil’s mind was utterly chaotic.
He could not comprehend this situation at all. That reaction just now was ‘interference’.
A human had interfered with magic, preventing its manifestation.
Was this truly something a human could accomplish?
Then, a figure entered Bailen Nightveil’s vision.
Han Yu-sung, walking through the explosions.

“…Hah!”

Bailen Nightveil’s breath caught in his throat momentarily.
It was inevitable. He sensed an ‘overwhelming’ aura—something he had never felt from any human before.

[Using 【Dragon Transformation】.]
[The ‘Power of the Dragon’ has taken root in your body.]
[Now, as the master of magic, you can command magic itself.]

Bailen Nightveil’s and my gazes met.
A deep smile played across my lips as I saw the trembling in his eyes.
A savage smile—like a predator with prey within reach.

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