The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 245

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 245

[The Lord of War has occupied Route A, the Underground Tomb!]
[The Underground Tomb has been seized. You cannot deploy Oath-takers and soldiers to that Challenge. Surviving allied forces have been taken prisoner.]

The catastrophe was not limited to the Underground Tomb alone.
Route B under the Lord of War’s command—the Lion’s Tomb.
An overwhelming horde of undead forces was arriving at that Challenge.
Their numbers reached thousands. In contrast, our forces numbered barely a thousand, soldiers included.
An impossible number to hold back.

“M-Min-jun oppa. This is… this is going to be okay, right…?!”
“Damn it, I don’t know either! The captain said it’d be fine, so it has to be fine! That bastard always pulls off something massive when things get desperate!”
“W-we have to believe! We have no choice but to believe!”

Even the War Covenant Members couldn’t help but lose their nerve at those numbers.
Could they win?
As things stood, there was no chance of victory. They had the blessing of War and sacred relics bestowed by the Lord, but those could only buy time.
A fundamental solution to this situation was desperately needed.

“H-Ha-yan! What did the Apostle say! If it’s him, he must have prepared a way to overcome this situation!”
“…He told us to believe and wait.”
“W-wait? In this situation? Really?!”

If we wait any longer, we’ll all be dead!
The War Covenant Members screamed as the distance between them and the undead closed relentlessly.
They would be crushed by sheer numbers.
In that moment when everyone thought the same thing.

ROOOAAARRRRR!

A golden breath erupted forth, incinerating the undead that surged toward them.
The War Covenant Members hurriedly looked up.
What their eyes beheld was a colossal dragon spirit tearing through the sky itself.

[Guardian Spirit, Tarmuk, has temporarily manifested on the Battlefield!]

Once, an entity desecrated by the Lord known as the Greedy Researcher.
Liberated through Han Yu-sung’s intervention, the Guardian Spirit of Aurildo resumed its stewardship of the Draken Tribe, and manifested here to aid them in their struggle.
Simultaneously, to assist Han Yu-sung, Tarmuk appeared.

“ROOOAAARRR!”
“The Guardian Spirit of Aurildo stands with us! Fight with valor!”

Following in its wake came countless members of the Draken Tribe.
The Draken descended from directly above the Undead Faction’s forces, landing upon the earth and unleashing fierce battle cries as they engaged the enemy with ferocity.
The Baek Min-jun Party watched the spectacle in stunned silence.

“Master, was this what you prepared?”
“You told us to trust and wait, but something like this…!”
“Ha! I told you so! Didn’t I tell you!”

Baek Min-jun stamped the ground as he activated Battle Command.
But before he could advance, another figure rushed onto the battlefield ahead of him.

“Every time, she causes such a commotion…!”
“Master Baek Min-jun! S-Sung Ha-yan charged into enemy lines first!”
“Damn it! Follow her and provide support! Ha-yan is our defensive linchpin!”

It was Sung Ha-yan.
She had lost her reason to Crimson Frenzy.
The Undead Faction recognized her solitary charge and moved to concentrate their assault upon her.
Baek Min-jun hastily closed the distance and raised his shield.
His shield, the Guardian’s Oath, blazed with brilliant radiance.

Aegis.

A wide-area barrier unfurled with Baek Min-jun at its center.
Immediately, concentrated volleys of attacks rained down upon him, and the barrier trembled precariously. Yet it wavered only—it did not shatter.
The Covenant of the Dead members, caught off guard by the defense that exceeded their expectations.

“All units, fall back!”

Baek Min-jun called out thus as he dissolved the barrier.
And then.

KWAAAAAAAAAAH!

“Ugh, GRRAAAAH!”
“UWAAAAAH…!”

A tremendous shockwave erupted from Baek Min-jun at its epicenter.
The sacred artifact, the Guardians’ Covenant, deployed its wide-area defensive barrier, and when deactivated, it reflected all accumulated damage back outward.
Aegis had activated.
The shockwave rippled outward in all directions, sweeping the enemies away in one fell stroke.
Seeing the enemies fall, Baek Min-jun drew his blade.

“Go! Sung Ha-yan, you too! And Chu Gyu-il! Move!”

WHOOOOSH!

A streak of light tore across the Battlefield.
The light, fired at incomprehensible speed, plunged into the enemy ranks.
Every enemy in its path fell with their hearts destroyed.
Baek Min-jun whistled at the sight.

‘The captain really drilled those skills into him relentlessly.’

Zephyros’s Shackle and Radiant Blade—the power Han Yu-sung had granted Chu Gyu-il. He had trained extensively to master the application of both item and skill.
And now the fruits of that labor were manifesting.
After mowing down countless enemies, Chu Gyu-il’s footsteps suddenly halted.
Chu Gyu-il, who had swept away countless enemies, paused for a moment.

“W-what kind of… movement is that…!”
“W-what, what is… this movement…!”

Chu Gyu-il evaded at incredible speed, moving in ways that defied possibility.
He obliterated the heads of his attackers in an instant.
Literally at the speed of light.
Literally at the speed of light.

“Argh!”

She summoned countless pillars of ice to eliminate troublesome enemies, then threw herself into the heart of the enemy formation and carved through them indiscriminately.
She summoned countless ice pillars to sweep away the annoying enemies, and leaped into the heart of enemy lines to indiscriminately cut them down.

“Excellent! Those two are disrupting their formation! Don’t miss this opportunity!”
“Soldiers, advance! The Draken Tribe will provide us cover!”
“The Lord has bestowed his blessing upon us! Let’s go!”

This was my moment.
With that assessment, Baek Min-jun gripped his sword and drove it into the ground.

“Don’t forget! Our objective is defense! We protect this Difficult Realm! Now!”

A smile played across Baek Min-jun’s lips as he cut down the enemy blocking his path.

“We defend by eliminating every invader that comes at us!”

It was a cry that even made Kakasha involuntarily gasp in admiration.
A declaration that was nothing short of pure warfare.

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The Golden War—its first clash.
The Golden War unfolding between the Undead Lord and the Lord of War was being broadcast across Earth and countless other worlds.
Naturally, there were those who wagered on the outcome.

“Tch… the odds are disappointingly low, aren’t they?”
“Many people believe the Lord of War will lose.”
“When you think about it, that’s only natural.”

Most believed the Undead Lord would emerge victorious.
Certainly, the Undead Lord had suffered defeats before.
But those were merely skirmishes. In a grand-scale war like the Golden War, the structure itself favored the Undead Lord’s victory.
That was their reasoning.

[Did you also wager on the Undead Lord’s victory?]
[Yes. Though the Lord of War and her Apostle do show remarkable momentum.]
[Hmm, the battlefield is far too advantageous for the Undead Lord.]

The Lords of the Stars held no different opinion.
Rather, as Lords themselves, they understood all too well how formidable the Undead Lord’s power was in large-scale warfare.
In times past, perhaps. But now, the Lord of War faced a nearly insurmountable opponent.
The sheer numerical disadvantage of her Oath-takers was simply too great.

[That’s why I don’t understand. Why did he accept the war?]
[Could it be that he judged he would win?]
[He must have accepted the war because he believed he could win. There has to be some basis for that judgment, but I simply cannot fathom what it could be….]

This war contained far too many inexplicable elements.
Even as the Lords wagered coins on the Undead Lord, an inescapable doubt and unease gnawed at the corners of their minds.
What possible reason could the Lord of War have for accepting this war?
It was a question that seemed to have no answer.

[Ahahaha! What fun is there in betting on a Lord whose victory is obvious? I’m going for the upset! Definitely the upset! All in on this!]
[Han Yu-sung… that man is not one to stake everything on a battle he has no chance of winning. If I consider that….]
[It might be worth the wager.]

And ironically enough.
Because of such doubts, Lords began placing wagers on the Lord of War.
Some Lords wagered enormous sums of coins for a moment of exhilaration.
Others placed their bets trusting in the man they knew.

[Indeed, what outcome will unfold….]

The eyes of countless beings turned toward the Golden War.
And soon, a shocking spectacle was broadcast to the world.

“Th-that! Those were from the Trial of God…!”
“The Draken Tribe! I remember seeing them then! Why are they…!”
[Did he forge a contract with that race? But he had nothing to offer!]

First came the emergence of the Draken Tribe.
No one had anticipated it.
That the Lord of War would have taken the Draken Tribe as his own Oath-takers.
It was a sight beyond shocking.
Yet an even more astounding spectacle was about to unfold.

CRASH!

“I-insane. To face such a monster….”
“And defeat it alone?”

Second, Han Yu-sung had eliminated the Frost Guide.
An undead blessed with the power of the Dead had been annihilated.
Moreover, an undead that the Lord of the Dead himself had personally crafted—destroyed in a single strike.

[Impossible… this makes no sense…]
[Did I truly witness what I just saw?]

Yet that was not what had left the Lords aghast.
The Flame of Annihilation had obliterated the Frost Guide, infused with the Dead’s power, in one fell swoop?
Remarkable, certainly, but not beyond comprehension.
The Lord of War is a Lord who abhors the undead with intense fervor. If that rage had manifested as flame, such a thing was entirely plausible.
But that was not the problem.

[That human… just now, it wasn’t the power of a Lord…]
[He shattered the Dead’s power entirely through his own strength, didn’t he?]
[Unless our eyes deceived us, it was unmistakably…]

The Heavenly Severance that Han Yu-sung had unleashed. The formidable demonic energy that accompanied it.
Every soul watching the battle had witnessed it clearly.
A human’s aura—extinguishing the power of a Lord.

[Such a thing… it cannot be possible…]

One of the Lords muttered in disbelief.
Had the Lord of War assisted him?
No. It had been accomplished entirely through human strength.
Yet such a thing could not be possible.
An impossibility had unfolded before their very eyes.
The Lords watching fell silent.

[The Lord of War has conquered Route A, the Underground Tomb!]
[The Lord of War has conquered Route A, the Soul’s Sanctuary!]

Those of the Covenant of the Dead experiencing this directly had no words to speak.
They had no time to regain their senses.

“R-Route A has been completely breached!”
“The enemies have halted at the Soul’s Sanctuary! Are they pausing to rest, or do they harbor some hidden agenda…!”
“…”

Negative reports continue to pour in.
Yang Han-gyeong, Apostle of the Dead, felt a sharp headache.

‘How did it come to this?’

My mind was consumed by nothing but questions.
When I regained my senses, all the Challenges of Route A had been seized, and I was driven back to the final defensive line.
If this position falls, the Central Challenge lies beyond.

‘How could this possibly happen….’

I could not stop the enemy’s advance by any means.
The Draken Tribe led by Han Yu-sung surged forward, supported by the soldiers of the War Covenant.
They seized the Underground Tomb at an incredible pace, and captured the Soul’s Sanctuary in the blink of an eye.
As if they were determined to give our forces no opportunity to respond.
And that strategy proved devastatingly effective.

‘I must hold this position.’

If we lose this war, there is far too much to lose.
No further defeat can be tolerated.

[“You understand! Hold this line with your very lives!”]
[“My undead will stand with you!”]

The Lord of the Dead understood this truth well.
Countless undead were summoned to the final defensive line. Even the Phantom Fleet, one of the Lord of the Dead’s most prized undead, could be seen hovering above.
Under normal circumstances, it would have felt reassuring.
But now.

[The Lord of War has invaded the final defensive line, the Immortal Ritual Grounds!]

“Oh, she comes!”
“Ugh…!”

Precarious and fragile, as if it could crumble at any moment.
Like a shipwreck.

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