The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 212

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 212

The battle was utterly one-sided.
In truth, it could hardly be called a battle at all. From the moment Han Yu-sung appeared, dropping the Celestial Blade, the Black Flesh Gate had lost all will to fight.
Hao Jie fell in a single strike, and half their forces were casualties.
The remaining Black Flesh Gate members fled desperately for their lives.

“Hmph, you think you can escape from here?!”
“Don’t let a single one survive!”
“Gah, kyaaaaaaah!”

The War Covenant Members pursued the scattering enemies.
In truth, if one compared them purely by level and stats, the enemies held a clear advantage.
Yet the reason the battle was so one-sided was simple.

[Kufufu! My blessing demonstrates its greatest power in moments like this!]
“Indeed, that much is certain.”

It was thanks to Kakasha’s power.
The blessings she had bestowed, the sacred relics, the benedictions and grace.
Most of them were specialized in “war” befitting her very epithet, so once momentum was seized, differences in level and stats could be overturned.
And there was one more thing.

“Hmm, indeed. I’d say this is exactly as I expected.”

Han Yu-sung observed Sung Ha-yan’s combat.
Among the various War Covenant Members, including Baek Min-jun’s party, Sung Ha-yan was undoubtedly the most striking to behold.
It could be no other way.

– Kyaaaaaaah!
[That is, quite literally, a beast.]

A bestial roar echoed across the vast Forest.
It was Sung Ha-yan’s roar. She threw herself into the midst of enemies, her entire body drenched in blood, slaughtering every foe in sight.
A blade in one hand, magic erupting from the other.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

A colossal Salamander vanished, engulfing everything in flames, only to be succeeded by the frigid sword energy that Sung Ha-yan unleashed.
The scope and power of Sung Ha-yan’s magic were remarkable.
Even mages of higher caliber could not wield such spells.
This was possible because of a skill.

“Did you grant her Overcast?”
[Watching her fight sparked my interest. Besides, she had already accumulated sufficient contribution points.]
“True, she’s exactly the kind of Oath-taker you’d favor.”
[Mmm! Don’t you smell it? Blood and the scent of war!]

An Oath-taker who fights like a berserker, heedless of her own body.
She aligned perfectly with Kakasha’s nature.
There were similarities with Han Yu-sung as well. Of course, the difference was that she didn’t fall into Frenzy.

[Don’t you find it strange that she fights like that without succumbing to Frenzy? She is my Oath-taker, but you…]
“Overcast. It’s a fitting skill for Sung Ha-yan.”
[This one is blatantly changing the subject.]

Kakasha regarded Han Yu-sung with an enigmatic gaze.
In any case, Overcast carried a debuff—Rampage—after use.
It offered little merit to Han Yu-sung. There was no reason to burden other Oath-takers with such a debuff.
But if it were Sung Ha-yan, who already possessed Frenzy?
Whether the Rampage debuff existed or not made little difference.

‘The other Oath-takers are satisfactory at this level.’

The War Covenant Members now consisted of two main groups.
The Oath-takers who had belonged to the Woman Who Cuts the Moon, including Baek Min-jun’s party.
And the newcomers recruited this time, including Sung Ha-yan.
Both had reached respectable levels.
Their growth rate was satisfactory.

[Pioneer]
· A grace possessed by the Lord of War.
· Increases experience acquisition of Oath-takers with lower levels than Apostles by up to 80%. The greater the level gap, the stronger the effect.
· The more Oath-takers affected by Pioneer, the more the Apostle’s experience acquisition increases by up to 30%.
· As experience accumulated by Oath-takers affected by Pioneer accumulates, the [Pioneer] grace grows and its various effects strengthen.

‘Thanks to that, the Pioneer grace has grown as well.’

It had increased from forty percent to eighty percent.
If I combined this with the effects of the existing blessing, the experience gain an Oath-taker could obtain had increased to one hundred twenty percent.
If word of this spread, far more players would flock here.
Especially those desperate to grow stronger quickly.

[Hmm, we’re nearly finished now.]
“Yes. Not much left.”

Han Yu-sung lifted his head.
The members of Heuksalmun had no chance to escape—they had all perished.
Only a handful survived. Those he’d deliberately spared to extract information.
Now came the final part.

“I need to show them what happens when you touch me.”

Everyone would learn from this.
What it truly meant to cross Han Yu-sung.

* * *

Han Yu-sung wanted one piece of information.
Who within the country had collaborated with Heuksalmun.
A legitimate organization wouldn’t have done this—it had to be the work of the Under World.
Either way, it didn’t matter. I was going to uproot them entirely.

“As you suspected, it was indeed the Under World. Apparently, several powerful organizations there received the contract.”

I left the interrogation to the Player Alliance.
When I asked Jain, her trusted subordinate Park Yu-ha arrived, and he and his men began questioning the Heuksalmun members.
The brutality of that process was beyond description.

“I’ve compiled a list of the organizations. If you intend to eliminate them, I’d suggest doing it immediately—before word spreads that Heuksalmun’s invaders have been annihilated.”
“I’d like to leave the domestic side to the Alliance. Is that possible?”
“To us… sir?”

Park Yu-ha looked puzzled.
The Han Yu-sung he knew would never delegate such work to others.
He would step forward personally and annihilate anyone who dared touch him.
Yet now he was entrusting this to the Alliance.

“It’s no problem. Han Yu-sung is someone we must protect unconditionally… We have a specialized response team prepared in advance. If we mobilize them, we can strike the enemies immediately.”
“Good. Then I’ll leave the domestic situation to you.”
“Han Yu-sung, do you have something else to attend to?”
“Yes.”

I nodded.
My target wasn’t domestic. Dealing with those who cooperated with Heuksalmun within Korea wouldn’t send the right ‘message’.

“I intend to strike the hidden bases that Heuksalmun has scattered around.”
“Hidden bases, you say?”

Heuksalmun had established bases throughout Asia, naturally concealing them with formation techniques and other methods.
Using these hidden bases, they extended their influence across the entire continent.
Among them, there were bases that played particularly crucial roles.

[So you remember the locations of those places.]
“Yes. In my previous life, Korea and China clashed on a massive scale.”
[Hmm, I see now. A large-scale war must have erupted, and you participated in it. Someone like you wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.]
“Precisely.”

I had participated as a kind of mercenary.
In the end, I managed to gain considerable profits.
With the scale being so vast, ‘Demon Manifestation’ triggered frequently, allowing me to grow rapidly.

“Will you be alright alone? Should we send additional personnel…?”
“No need. Moving alone will be more discreet and faster.”

I unfolded a map and marked the bases I remembered.
Today would be a busy day of constant movement.

“Then, let’s begin.”

* * *

Guangzhou, China.
A trading city and what was called China’s third-largest metropolis.
It was where Heuksalmun, one of China’s massive Guilds, was located, and where its Guild Master, the Dark Emperor, reigned like a king.

“….”

A mountain overlooking all of Guangzhou, sprawling beneath a cloudless sky.
Upon its towering structure stood a middle-aged man.
His expression was utterly unreadable—his face glacially cold, and a razor-sharp killing intent emanated from his very being.
The man who called himself the Dark Emperor gazed down at the city below.

“So much time has passed.”

Memories of Guangzhou in ages past flickered through his mind.
Since the Trial of God began, a catastrophe of immense scale had swept across China, and Guangzhou had suffered the greatest devastation of all.
The city had crumbled entirely, eventually descending into lawlessness.
What followed was predictable. All manner of organizations flooded in, rebuilt the city, and waged fierce wars over territorial rights.
The Black Flesh Gate emerged victorious from that chaos, and I rose to dominance.

“Had I stumbled even once, it would be I who lay submerged in the depths.”

I had eliminated countless rivals to reach this position.
To the station of the Dark Emperor—a title that even all of Guangzhou, and indeed the Party itself, dared not treat with disrespect.
I took pride in that fact.
Yet simultaneously, I harbored a gnawing sense of danger.

‘Someone may emerge to seize my throne.’

Therefore, anyone who showed the slightest hint of ambition must be eliminated.
Those who dared challenge my authority—none could be left standing.
Han Yu-sung, the Player from Korea, was no exception.

Knock, knock.

At that moment, the sound of knocking pulled me from my reverie.
One of my trusted subordinates entered silently through the door.

“What of Hao Jie?”
“He has successfully infiltrated Korea. After rendezvous with our local collaborators, he sent word that he will proceed with eliminating the target according to plan.”
“He understands, I trust. The Black Flesh Gate does not forget its grudges.”

My eyes gleamed with cold intensity as I continued gazing out the window.

“Han Yu-sung must die.”
“Yes, Dark Emperor. I shall remember this well.”

The subordinate bowed deeply and answered.
The Dark Emperor’s reason for wanting to eliminate Han Yu-sung was simple.

‘That man has tarnished my authority.’

Wei Hao’s death.
And the failure of Wang Liu-ye that followed.
Han Yu-sung had inflicted two humiliations upon Heuksalmun.
The former was unforgivable, but the latter was far worse.

‘An operation carried out with The Party’s backing….’

When authority is tarnished, challengers emerge.
When face is lost, suspicious gazes appear from within and without.
As one who had led the organization known as Heuksalmun, the Dark Emperor understood this well.
Now that things had come to this, retreat was impossible even if he wished it.
He had to set everything right by killing Han Yu-sung.

‘Failure is not tolerated.’

Especially considering the support The Party had provided for this assassination.
The Dark Emperor’s eyes gleamed coldly as he gazed out the window.

“Ah, Dark Emperor! We have an urgent report!”
“I, I apologize! I too have just received sudden news…!”
“What is it? Such a commotion.”

More subordinates rushed in frantically from outside.
Seeing their state, the Dark Emperor clicked his tongue.
They knew he despised noise, yet they burst in with such clamor.
However, put another way.

“R, right now, the Black Tower…!”

It was an emergency urgent enough that they could not afford to mind the Dark Emperor’s temperament.
The ‘Black Tower’ was one of the hidden strongholds Heuksalmun maintained throughout Asia. Among them, the most strategically important location bore the name Black Tower.
The subordinates gasped for breath as they prostrated themselves.

“No, the Black Flesh Gates are…!”
“They’re being destroyed at an incredible speed! Half of them are already gone!”
“…What did you say?”

It was news I hadn’t anticipated.
The Dark Emperor, who had been gazing out the window, spun around urgently.

“Who in the world is this? What organization is attacking us?”
“It’s, it’s not an organization, sir!”
“Then what? Report immediately!”

My subordinate, prostrate before me, cried out while cold sweat poured down his face.

“J, just one! The enemy is only one person!”
“A, and, though we cannot be certain…”

The report continued.
A report that I, as the Dark Emperor, could scarcely comprehend.

“The one destroying the Black Flesh Gates is presumed to be Han Yu-sung…!”

My face contorted with malice.

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