The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 244

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 244

The Lord of the Dead had prepared thoroughly for the Golden War.
He had already experienced several failures. No more failures could be tolerated.
Especially not in a war where so much was at stake.
He had drawn up multiple scenarios and devised countless plans.
There was one prerequisite underlying all those scenarios and plans.

“Kraaaaaagh!”
“No, this can’t be! Enemies! They’re pouring in!”
– Gaaahhhhh!

The Lord of War’s forces were overwhelmingly inferior to his own.
He had ruled out the possibility. The Lord of War was a Lord severely lacking in capital. She had lost everything in her downfall.
Of course, obtaining the Tower of Records had given her some breathing room.
But that had happened only recently.
There was absolutely insufficient time to replenish Oath-takers on a massive scale.
That was why he had ruled it out.

[Impossible… this makes no sense…!]

And right now.
All the scenarios and plans the Lord of the Dead had drawn up were crumbling.
Thousands of Draken Tribe warriors were tearing across the Battlefield.
And Kaldrex, who led them, was shattering every single plan.

[Damn it! When did they make a contract with the Draken Race!]

The Lord of the Dead spat out his rage.
The Draken—the race that had appeared in God’s Trial.
Han Yu-sung and the Lord of War had personally saved that race, which had lost its reason and devolved into monsters.
Was the contract made then?
No, impossible. It couldn’t be.

[They had nothing back then…!]

The Lord of War had nothing to offer the Draken Tribe.
She could not provide material resources, nor could she grant power. How could such an incompetent Lord have forged a contract with the Draken Race?
Yet Kaldrex had never sought such support in the first place.
What he desired was merely a guardian to ensure that he and his kin would never again be enslaved. It was a contract that could be made precisely because of this.

“M-My Lord! The enemy is pouring in!”
“I need time to summon the Undead! Raise barriers! Unleash magic! Stop them from advancing any further!”
“N-No! Apostle! The magic… it’s not working on them…!”

That contract had created this very situation.
The Draken Tribe surged forward with roars, their armor so resilient that ordinary attacks could scarcely leave a mark upon it.
Magic was especially ineffective. The Draken either casually deflected the torrential spells or ignored them entirely as they charged toward the Covenant of the Dead.
Leading their charge was Kaldrex.

Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!

Kaldrex’s strength was beyond question.
With each thrust of his spear, Undead fell, and the golden spears hovering behind him pierced through the Oath-takers of the Dead.
Their assault was rapidly dismantling the Dead’s Camp.

[This is dangerous. The situation is…]

The situation was far too precarious.
More than half of the summoned Undead had been destroyed by Han Yu-sung’s Reverse Heaven.
In that brief moment, the formation of the Dead’s Camp had crumbled.
The Draken Tribe had exploited that gap with perfect precision.
Or rather, to be exact—

[“Han Yu-sung…!”]
“Why didn’t I anticipate this?”

Han Yu-sung had created this opening himself.
A blatant sneer played across his lips.

Crack!

The moment the Lord of the Dead revealed his fury, laughter echoed from somewhere.
It was the laughter of Kakasha, the Lord of War.

[“Kufufufufu! How damp and foolish, Lord of the Dead! Do you remember? That colossal Undead I once offered to you!”]
[“You wretch, you’ve finally done it!”]

In that instant, a massive hand tore through the empty air itself.
Through the rift it created, a torrent of raging flame poured forth.
And soon, the master of those flames revealed itself.

– Kuuuuuuu….

Once, there existed an Undead known as the White Calamity King.
An Undead created by the Lord of the Dead, infused with divine authority.
It once served the Lord of the Dead, but was seized in defeat during a Lords’ battle.
Kakasha transformed the White Calamity King that fell into his hands.
And what was born from that transformation was—

[The Flame Giant, Surtr, has entered the Battlefield!]
– Kuooooooo!

Surtr.
A colossal being wreathed entirely in flame let out a deafening roar.
In answer to the giant’s cry, intense infernos erupted from all directions.
Surtr seized an axe forged from those very flames in his grip.

Kwaaaaaang!

He brought it down with devastating force upon the Undead crawling across the ground.
The earth, unable to withstand the impact, crumbled and shattered.
Through the fissures torn open, inferno surged forth, consuming every Undead in the vicinity.
The axe cleaved through the air once more. A wave of searing flame shot forth, obliterating every Undead that stood in its path without exception.

[“Tch! Cursed wretch, my White Calamity King!”]

The Lord of the Dead trembled with indignation.
No, there was no need for panic. This was precisely what I had foreseen.
From the moment the White Calamity King was taken from me, I anticipated this very scenario would unfold.
Naturally, I had already devised a countermeasure.

[“Reveal yourself…!”]

A harsh, biting cold swept through the Underground Tomb.
For a moment, the chill was so intense that everything seemed frozen in place.
Within that frigid darkness, frost-covered corpses emerged endlessly, merging into a single form.
A colossal knight, its entire body encased in ice, revealed itself.

[The Frost Guide has entered the Battlefield!]

Whoooosh!
The freezing aura unleashed by the Frost Guide collided violently with Surtr’s inferno.
The Lord of the Dead did not pause there, summoning forth his power once more.

[The Draken Race? Hmph! Surprising, perhaps, but nothing more!]

An unforeseen variable had shattered my plans.
But what did it matter?
I am the Lord of the Dead.
If my plans have crumbled.

[Then I shall set everything right with my own power…!]

The killing intent emanating from the Lord of the Dead engulfed the entire Underground Tomb.
That malevolent force spawned countless undead and fortified both the Oath-takers and the undead.
The Draken’s overwhelming momentum faltered in an instant.
Just as the Covenant of the Dead sensed this shift and began their counterattack.
A hauntingly sacred song echoed from somewhere.

[Purification of Light is activated.]
[Prayer of the Saint spreads in all directions….]

Dazzling holy light erupted outward from Han Yu-sung at its center.
The undead touched by that radiance crumbled to ash and scattered, while granting strength to our allies nearby.
A sight I had witnessed before in the previous Lords’ duel.

[“Light…. You understand what that is. Counter it!”]
“Yes, my Lord!”

A scene I had been forewarned about by my Lord.
The Apostles of the Dead raised sacred relics as if on cue, and the power of the Dead contained within those relics engulfed the surroundings.

“Do not fear the light! The Lord stands with us!”
“Raise the dead! Block those dragon-kin!”
– A deafening roar echoed across the battlefield!

The power of the dead crashed against the holy radiance and shattered it.
The power did not stop there, staining the surrounding area with despair.
Witnessing this, Han Yu-sung let out a quiet laugh.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Once burned, twice learned, is that it?”

The power of the dead crashed against the holy radiance and shattered it.
【Legacy of the Saint】 had been demonstrated before. Unless one was hopelessly foolish, they would have devised a countermeasure.
And likely, the ‘Holy Flame of Annihilation’ would be no different.

[Then I simply need to introduce a variable he never anticipated.]
“Move Surtr, Kakasha. I’ll handle that monster.”
[Understood! Surtr, bring the Frost Guide to its knees!]

Hearing the Lord’s command, Surtr charged without hesitation.
At the end of that charge stood the Frost Guide. Two colossal beings collided, and the impact shook the earth itself.
Witnessing this, the Lord of the Dead scoffed.

[Does he think that pathetic flame will melt it? How foolish! This undead was created specifically for this scenario! Does he truly believe such flames will work?]

His words rang true.
The frigid aura emanating from the Frost Guide did not yield to Surtr.
Rather, it was pushing back Surtr’s flames.
If the battle prolonged, the advantage would clearly shift to the Frost Guide.
To break such a flow, a variable was needed.

A roaring inferno erupted!

Han Yu-sung—that variable.
A violent gust swept across the ground. Han Yu-sung scaled Surtr’s body at tremendous speed, pushed off from its shoulder, and launched himself into the air.
In that instant, a fierce flame blazed forth from his fist.
A flame the Lord of the Dead could never forget.

[“Foolish wretch! Did you truly believe you could withstand that Sacred Flame again?”]

【Annihilation’s Sacred Flame】.
The roaring inferno greedily devoured the morale surrounding us.
From my fist, an overwhelming torrent of flames erupted—the ‘Sacred Flame’ blazed forth.
But all of this was anticipated.
Especially that Sacred Flame—it was an attack the Lord of the Dead had endured through an incarnate form. Having experienced it directly, I could easily discern its nature and the means to counter it.

Shhhhhhhhh…!

The power of the Dead enveloped the Frost Guide.
A power manifested solely to repel the ‘Annihilation’s Sacred Flame’.
Now that I had grasped the nature of the Sacred Flame, this defense would suffice.
The Lord of the Dead was certain of it.
But there was one fatal miscalculation.

Kuuuuung!

Han Yu-sung had not relied solely on the ‘Annihilation’s Sacred Flame’.
An immense torrent of demonic energy surged from my entire being.
The demonic energy converged at the tip of my fist, compressed to its absolute limit.
Sensing the ominous presence, the Lord of the Dead attempted to summon their power.
But the distance had already closed before they could act.

【Heaven-Splitting Fist】.

My fist, imbued with the power of the ‘Heaven-Splitting Fist’, struck through the void.
In that instant, silence descended.
A moment where even breath seemed to cease.
And when that silence shattered.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

Heaven and earth trembled.
An overwhelming force, a tremendous surge of demonic energy shook the very fabric of existence.
Vast demonic energy exploded outward, sweeping across all directions, and the enemies within its radius vanished without even a scream.
And the Frost Guide was no exception.

[…!]

The power of the Dead that had enveloped the Frost Guide dissipated.
The power created to block the Flame of Annihilation vanished.
As if powers did not exist at all, as if they were being disregarded.
Formidable dark magic began to ravage the Frost Guide’s body.
Han Yu-sung’s blade, closing the distance, ignited with the Flame of Annihilation.

Whoooosh!

Soon, the sword wreathed in flames plunged down upon the Frost Guide.
Just as I had witnessed in the Star War long ago.
Just as the Lord of the Dead who had descended upon that trial had experienced firsthand with his own body.
The Flame of Annihilation cleaved through the Frost Guide’s form without resistance.
From head to toe, in a single stroke.

Boom!

That was the end.
The Frost Guide, split in half, collapsed.
The remaining dark magic consumed its body, then obliterated it completely.
The enemies who witnessed this unbelievable sight fell silent.
The Covenant of the Dead, and even the Lord of the Dead himself.

“Victory is within reach! Advance!”
“The Savior has annihilated the undead! Now, strike the summoners!”
“Raaaaaaah!”

The Draken Tribe did not miss this opportunity.
The Draken, slaughtering enemies beneath the blessing bestowed by the Lord of War.
The Lord of the Dead, regaining awareness a moment too late, attempted to respond, but it was futile.
The tide of war had already turned in favor of the Lord of War.
The undead, the Covenant of the Dead—their numbers dwindled rapidly.

[No, this cannot be….]

The Lord of the Dead denied the scene unfolding before his eyes.
He wished to deny it. Because he felt an intense emotion.
The same emotion he had felt in the Star War of old, in the Lords’ duel.
A sense of ‘crisis’.

[“Counterattack! I said counterattack! I granted you my power, and this is all you can manage?! Use the sacred relics, hurry up…!”]

The tide of battle had to be reversed.
The Lord of the Dead had poured everything into the Underground Tomb.
Yet nothing changed.
The already-tilted battle would never swing back in their favor.

[The Lord of War has conquered Route A, the Underground Tomb!]
[The Underground Tomb has been seized. You cannot deploy Oath-takers or soldiers to that Difficult Realm. Surviving allies have been taken prisoner.]

And moments later, shocking news spread across the Battlefield.
News that the Lord of the Dead had suffered a devastating defeat in the first engagement.

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