The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 243

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 243

[Damn it, these wretched bastards!]

The Lord of the Dead trembled with rage.
The reason was painfully obvious.
It was because of the Difficult Realms that the Lord of War had stationed along Route B.

[My Difficult Realms, and they dare claim them as their own…!]

These were the Difficult Realms he had lost in his past defeat.
How utterly humiliating it had been.
Losing to an opponent he had never expected to lose to was a horrifying experience.
And when that opponent was the Lord of War—practically his sworn enemy—it was all the more unbearable.
Compounded by the mocking laughter that had followed between the Lords.

[I will reclaim them. No matter what it takes.]

The Lord of the Dead deployed his forces across the Difficult Realms.
Apostles and Oath-takers, the undead they summoned, soldiers—all of them.
An overwhelming tide of military might materialized across the Battlefield.

[“You understand, don’t you? The one we must be most wary of is Han Yu-sung.”]
“Yes, my Lord. I will monitor Han Yu-sung’s movements closely.”
[“If you spot him, eliminate him first. Make it the highest priority.”]

Han Yu-sung was a player beyond comprehension.
There was no predicting what he might do in this war.
Judging by his past actions, he had surely prepared something extraordinary once again.
I had to be thoroughly prepared.

“My Lord. It appears the enemy faction has deployed Oath-takers.”
[“I know. That is…”]

The Lord of the Dead furrowed his brow upon seeing the opposing faction.
Their numbers were far too few.
According to the intelligence gathered beforehand, there were roughly seven to eight hundred Oath-takers contracted with the Lord of War.
What stood before him now was fewer than that. Around six hundred.
Of course, if one included the soldiers summoned by the Lord of War, the numbers would increase considerably.
Still, it was overwhelmingly insufficient compared to the Undead Faction.

[Why did she accept the Golden War?]

I couldn’t help but entertain this fundamental question.
War isn’t decided by numbers alone. Even at a numerical disadvantage, there are ways to achieve victory.
But this disparity was simply too overwhelming.
Wouldn’t it be better to pay the mediation fee and call off the war? The current Lord of War should have considerable resources.
Even a massive cost wouldn’t be beyond her means.

[Rather than fall again, calling off the war would be the wiser choice.]

Yet the Lord of War accepted the Golden War regardless.
Did she lack judgment?
No, she wasn’t foolish enough for that. This Lord possessed enough discernment to avoid wars she couldn’t win.
I needed to think differently.

[“…The Lord of War seems to have prepared something. I don’t know what the enemy intends to do. For now, let’s observe the situation.”]
“As you command, my Lord.”

Han Yu-sung had caused me setbacks more than once.
He was the crux of this Golden War and simultaneously an unpredictable variable. In other words, if I could contain him alone, victory would be assured.
I had prepared much to stop him.

[“Which route will you take, Han Yu-sung? It doesn’t matter where you appear. You won’t be able to do anything until this war ends.”]

My forces would move only after that.
It wouldn’t be too late to advance even after confirming Han Yu-sung’s movements.
After all, there were only two routes. If Han Yu-sung appeared on one route, I could pin him down there and advance my forces through the opposite route.
Thus, everyone belonging to the Undead Faction remained vigilant against Han Yu-sung.
It was at that very moment.

[The Lord of War’s forces are advancing through Route A.]
[Prepare for combat!]

The notification Lord of the Dead had been awaiting finally appeared.
Was it Han Yu-sung? Or perhaps soldiers?
Other Oath-takers?
There was no way to know.
To confirm the enemy’s identity, I would have to wait for them to breach the Difficult Realm.
I prepared my forces and waited for the enemy’s arrival.
I didn’t have to wait long.

Kuuuuuung!

“They’re here!”
“Prepare for invasion! Send the undead forward!”

The Underground Tomb—the Difficult Realm I had positioned on the front line of Route A.
The Cavern, lined with countless stone coffins, trembled violently.
It was the harbinger of a portal, the signal that enemies were breaching the Difficult Realm.
Soon, a massive portal materialized at the entrance.
And from beyond it, the enemy revealed themselves.

Hwaaaack!

No—the enemy had revealed themselves.
The player everyone in the Undead Faction had been on guard against.
Han Yu-sung had entered the Difficult Realm, the Underground Tomb.

[That bastard…?]
“What is this…?”
“Am I seeing things right now?”

Alone, without a single companion.
Han Yu-sung stood motionless in the Underground Tomb.
His expressionless gaze swept across the tomb.
Over the Oath-takers surrounding him on all sides, and the undead they commanded.

“Quite the gathering. There must be thousands here.”

His tone was utterly serene.
For a moment, an unnatural silence fell over the Difficult Realm.
Everyone was momentarily unable to comprehend the situation.

‘No one is following behind me.’
‘Did he really come alone? He’s going to face all these forces by himself?’
‘No matter how confident in his abilities….’

It was arrogance bordering on madness.
Han Yu-sung’s strength was widely known. That’s precisely why the Lord of the Dead had been most wary of him.
But the number of forces in the Difficult Realm numbered in the thousands.
No matter how strong one was, there was no way to stand against such numbers.

“L-Lord. Are there no more advancing forces? What about the other routes!”
[“…There aren’t. That bastard really did come alone.”]
“T-That’s impossible….”

The Lord of the Dead hastily surveyed the Battlefield.
There was no movement from the enemy forces. Only Han Yu-sung had advanced. The rest of the Covenant of War users and soldiers remained embedded in the Difficult Realm like tortoises.
There was no sign of anyone following Han Yu-sung, nor any indication that reinforcements would arrive.

“….”
“….”

A bizarre situation unfolded.
The enemy was clearly just one person. Meanwhile, their own forces numbered well into the thousands. Including reinforcements, they would exceed ten thousand.
A lone Han Yu-sung could be dealt with easily.
Yet not a single one of the Covenant of the Dead’s members moved.
More precisely, they couldn’t move.

‘What’s his scheme?’
‘He wouldn’t have come alone just to commit suicide. This is Han Yu-sung we’re talking about. He must have prepared something again.’
‘If we attack recklessly and suffer for it….’
‘Even the Apostle, Lucian Reyes, fell victim to that bastard!’

They simply couldn’t discern the enemy’s intentions.
Even the Lord of the Dead felt the same.
For just a moment, even the Lord’s thoughts had frozen.
But that hesitation was brief. The Lord’s confusion quickly transformed into fury.

[“Move! If you can’t discern the enemy’s scheme, send the undead! Find out what that bastard is plotting!”]
“Y-Yes! Send the undead forces forward!”
“Second unit, prepare magic! Unleash everything at once!”

At the sharp command, the Covenant of the Dead stirred to life.
The undead surged forward in unison toward Han Yu-sung.
Countless spells converged upon him from all directions.

[“All reserve units, converge on Route A! We eliminate Han Yu-sung! And the assault force on Route B, advance! With Han Yu-sung’s position confirmed, we conquer the Difficult Realm where he is absent!”]

Simultaneously, the Lord of the Dead issued commands to the Oath-takers.
What Han Yu-sung was scheming remained a mystery.
Yet in a sense, this was an opportunity. Route B had no Han Yu-sung—that much was certain.
The War Covenant Users faced overwhelming numerical disadvantage. No matter what magic Han Yu-sung wielded, there was no overcoming such disparity in numbers.
And now that he was pinned down here, all the better!

“Attack!”
– Roooaaarrr!
– Gaaahhhhh…!

Countless undead charged toward Han Yu-sung.
Their numbers were beyond counting.
Like a colossal tsunami of undead, they crashed down upon him.
But that was not all.

Booooom!

The magic prepared by the Covenant of the Dead manifested.
Countless spells rained down upon Han Yu-sung. Spectral entities that exploded on contact descended from the ceiling; blood-forged tempests swirled through the air.
From the ground, countless rotted flowers bloomed.
As they detonated, they spawned a colossal wave of bone.

Whoooosh!

Amid an incalculable deluge of magic.
Han Yu-sung stepped into the True Stance.
With a thunderous roar that shook heaven and earth, an immense surge of magical power erupted from his entire being.
And in the next instant.

“Wh-what…!”
“The m-magic, all of it….”

Every spell pouring down on Han Yu-sung froze mid-air.
The Covenant of the Dead’s members gasped in disbelief at the impossible sight.
As everything came to a standstill, my arm moved.
Slowly, tracing a spiral.

Whoooosh!

The magical energies suspended in the air intertwined with one another.
And when those forces merged completely, converging at my fingertips.
I stamped the ground with renewed force.

Reverse Heaven.

My fist struck through empty space.

Boom!

What erupted from my hand was a spiraling sphere.
The ‘Reverse Heaven Sphere,’ having absorbed countless energies and grown to overwhelming proportions, shot forth and consumed all enemies in its path.

Crash!

– Gahhhhh!
– Kuaaaah!

The undead charging toward Han Yu-sung vanished without a trace.
The Covenant of the Dead members moving alongside them met the same fate. They panicked at the unexpected turn of events and missed their chance to escape.
And beyond that, even the necromancers who had unleashed countless spells.

[This bastard…!]

Just as the Reverse Heaven Sphere was about to annihilate the necromancers.
The Lord of the Dead unleashed his power.
A tremendous aura rose, manifesting as bone barriers that blocked the incoming Reverse Heaven Sphere.
In that instant, the Lord’s eyes widened.

[What… how is this much power even possible…?]

The power contained within the Sphere of Defiance was far from ordinary.
It was potent enough to shatter the barriers conjured by a Lord in succession.
Had I channeled even slightly less power, the barriers would have been completely destroyed.
Is this truly the extent of power a human can wield?

[“…Raise the undead again! Do not cease your assault!”]
“Yes, yes! My Lord!”

Lord of the Dead called out while assessing Han Yu-sung’s condition.
An absurd technique.
To halt every incoming attack, absorb it, transform it into a new sphere, and fire it back—such a technique should be impossible to deploy consecutively.
There was no way he could maintain this.
Lord of the Dead made this judgment, and it was sound.

“Kakasha, shall we begin?”
[I have been waiting for those very words!]

There was but one miscalculation.
Lord of the Dead failed to grasp why I had unleashed Defiance.
I had employed it for two purposes.
First, to draw attention and buy sufficient time.
And second.

Whoooosh!

“W-what?!”
“The flames…!”

To create ‘space.’
Searing hellfire erupted from me.
Flames that engulfed the entire vicinity.
Needless to say, the authority of the Lord of War.
What was he preparing? What was his aim?
The moment Lord of the Dead grew wary of the hellfire.

Whoooosh!

“…!”

Fierce flames of terror warped the very fabric of space.
Space flowed like melting candle wax, dripping and collapsing.
Through the rifts, countless portals revealed themselves. Soon, the sealed portals burst wide open.
And from beyond them, certain beings emerged into view.

“What, what is this! What’s happening!”
“I’ve seen them before. Those are… surely not…!”

The resplendent golden city, Aurildo.
Dragon-kin armored entirely in gold like that city itself had appeared.
A race that once flourished most brilliantly, led an entire continent, and fell after suffering betrayal.
And a race that rose again with humanity’s aid.

“D-Draken?! The tribe from God’s Trial—why are they here!”

Thousands of Draken.
Leading them was the great hero clad in golden armor, Kaldrex.
The Draken’s great hero raised his brilliant golden spear high into the air.

“We Draken do not forget our debts of gratitude.”

Kaldrex’s gaze met Han Yu-sung’s.
Without hesitation, they both nodded in acknowledgment.
In that instant, the ceiling shimmered like heat waves rising from scorched earth.

“Kinsmen, advance! For the Lord of War who shall guide us to glorious victory! For the savior of our race!”

Countless spears forged of pure gold materialized across the sky.
Kaldrex gestured with commanding force.

“Today, this Golden War shall end in the triumph of War!”

A thunderous roar echoed through the Underground Tomb.
In response, countless spears descended like divine punishment upon the earth.
The valiant Draken Tribe surged toward their enemies.
Without a shred of fear, they destroyed all foes that stood before them.

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