The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 247

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 247

Central Challenge, the Sanctuary of Death.
Two transcendent beings radiating overwhelming power descended upon that place.
A colossal giant wreathed in death itself—the Lord of the Dead—and.
An endlessly burning woman, the Lord of War.

Kraaaaaagh!
[“Die!”]

Overwhelming killing intent blanketed the entire Difficult Realm.
A malevolent aura so virulent that the living would rot away merely by touching it.
Yet that cursed power never reached the War Covenant Members.

Whoooosh!

A fierce hellfire erupted from Kakasha, consuming the aura.
It was hellfire infused with intense fury directed at the dead.
The hellfire that burned away the killing intent grew fiercer still, and soon began taking the form of a massive blazing sword.

[“Lord of War…!”]

Swords forged from hellfire surged forth in unison toward the Lord of the Dead.

Crack!

The Lord of the Dead rose in fury, summoning her power. As she swept her cloak lightly, thousands of spectral forms materialized before her.
The spectral forms exploded, blocking the cascading swords with blades of their own.

[“Do not presume! A fallen lord means nothing!”]

In response to her wrath, countless magical circles blanketed the sky.
Simultaneously, massive hands of bone erupted from the ground.
Dense killing intent flowed endlessly into those colossal hands.

Kraaaaaagh!

The colossal hands detonated in unison.
Bone fragments infused with death itself scattered in all directions, and a devastating shockwave tore through the earth, engulfing Kakasha.
It was then that countless magical formations activated.
Intricate spell arrays ignited with formidable magic.

[“Answer me, Lord of the Dead. You who are utterly foolish.”]

A resonant boom echoed.
Kakasha planted her foot forward.
Intense fear-fire radiated outward, and the surrounding landscape transformed into a Battlefield bristling with countless weapons.
The Covenant of War’s flames in her grasp burned with even greater ferocity.
And then.

[“How many times have you fallen to that ruined Lord?”]

A flash of brilliance.
The surrounding landscape warped as if melting in the heat.
Simultaneously, countless tsunamis of fear-fire erupted forth.
Tidal waves that seemed to swallow the very heavens scattered outward, incinerating the bone fragments, devouring morale, and surging toward the Lord of the Dead, where they collided with the magic he had unleashed.
The spells clashed head-on.

A deafening explosion tore through the air.

“Ugh, uuuugh…!”
“Cough! M-my body…!”

The impact from the collision of the two Lords’ attacks shook the entire Difficult Realm, and the Covenant of the Dead members caught in the shockwave vomited blood profusely.
It was a force that mere Oath-takers could not endure.

[“Silence, you coward who fled in fear of the Lord of Justice! Do you not realize that the epithet ‘War’ no longer suits you?”]
[“Words not worth answering…!”]

The clash between transcendents continued unabated.
It was a battle in which humans could neither intervene nor even conceive of doing so.
The same held true for the Draken Race and Kaldrex, who led them.

“Do not intervene. This is not a battle for us to join.”

Kaldrex spoke those words while protecting his allies.
This was a battle where humans would lose their lives the moment they intervened, caught in the aftermath of the clash. The Draken Race fared little better.
They could merely endure slightly longer.
Whether ally or enemy, all that remained was to watch.
Everyone thought the same.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

[“Ugh…?!”]

In that instant, a sudden assault engulfed the Lord of the Dead.
A torrential downpour of lightning scattering hundreds of bolts—Broad Lightning.
The Thunder God’s spear, manifesting in a flash, pierced through the Lord’s body and passed beyond.
Feeling the pain, the Lord of the Dead trembled with rage.

[“How dare you… interfere in a battle between Lords, you insignificant wretch!”]

His furious gaze turned toward Han Yu-sung.
He did not answer.
Instead, he answered with action.

Heavenly Blade.

A colossal sword fell upon the Lord of the Dead.
The Lord blocked the descending blade and unleashed his power. Han Yu-sung’s surroundings withered in an instant. Flowers bloomed from the earth, formed of corpses, then detonated in unison.
Countless bone fragments and overwhelming power descended upon Han Yu-sung.
Yet Han Yu-sung’s movements were faster still.
But Han Yu-sung’s movements were faster than that.

Whoooosh!

The Blood Demon Blade and the Black Blade cut through the air.
The Blood Demon’s sword and the black sword tore through the air.

Thunder Lightning Sword Method, Third Form—Thunder Lightning.
“Heaven Thunder Sword Technique, Third Form, 【Heaven Thunder】.”

Countless sword auras made of blood energy and swirling thunder were simultaneously shot at the Lord of the Dead.

Crack!

The Lord gnashed his teeth and assumed a defensive stance.
An attack from a mere human. Worthless of my attention, unworthy of my concern.
But if that human were Han Yu-sung, the situation would be entirely different.

‘That man’s attacks can pierce through my defenses…!’

I knew this because I had experienced it before.
Han Yu-sung—that human wielded a strange energy resembling ‘demonic power’, yet distinctly alien.
I had suffered at the hands of that very energy.
The Lord of the Dead parried the assault, seething with rage and humiliation.
Kakasha did not miss the opening.

Boom!

[“Ugh, gaahhh…!”]

A colossal spear forged from fear pierced through the Lord of the Dead.
I could not defend against attacks coming from both directions.
The spear tore through my bone-wrought body, leaving behind burns that defied regeneration.
The Lord of the Dead annihilated the spear and immediately counterattacked.

‘I cannot afford to lose focus on that human!’

A thick miasma engulfed the surroundings.
He was right. Han Yu-sung was a player I needed to guard against, but there was someone even more dangerous to watch right now.
The Lord of War, Kakasha.

‘How much power does he possess? How much has he recovered?’

Kakasha’s strength remained an unknown variable.
Since a fallen Lord had reclaimed his power, there was no way to gauge his current strength.
Especially since this was his first descent after regaining that power.

‘That’s why I tried to assess his capabilities…!’

All the fierce battles waged thus far had been nothing more than reconnaissance for the two of them.
Both the Lord of the Dead, who unleashed relentless assaults, and Kakasha, who countered them, understood that neither could inflict meaningful damage upon the other.
But then….

‘Han Yu-sung—that man is the problem!’

Reconnaissance had become impossible.
Just as Kakasha showed no intention of revealing his full strength, he too was conserving his power.
Deflecting attacks aimed at Han Yu-sung, supporting his offensives, and striking through the gaps that emerged in the process.
Han Yu-sung’s presence had created an opening—a luxury the Lord of the Dead could not afford.

‘My Apostles…!’

The Lord of the Dead surveyed his surroundings.
Were there any Oath-takers who could fight like Han Yu-sung?
Of course not.
Most of the Apostles had already been annihilated in the previous battles.
The Lord of the Dead clenched his teeth.

‘This battle favors me not.’

Han Yu-sung and Kakasha need only focus on the Lord of the Dead.
Meanwhile, the Lord of the Dead must contend with both simultaneously—blocking one’s assault while remaining vigilant against the other’s.
This disadvantage was undeniable.
He had to break free from this predicament.

Saaaaaaagh!

There was only one way forward.
Eliminate one of them.
If he could annihilate Han Yu-sung—or at least force him to retreat—a path to victory would emerge.
The Lord of the Dead fixed his gaze upon Han Yu-sung and began condensing his deathly aura.

‘Just once.’

The flames of war could not burn the immortal.
A single strike that granted no opportunity for resurrection was required.
The power the Lord of the Dead wielded, his deathly aura, stood as the antithesis of life itself. The aura he summoned possessed the force to extinguish existence in a single instant.
Han Yu-sung would be no exception.

‘No matter what I do, I cannot stop this attack….’

The Lord of the Dead parried the coordinated assault while waiting for his opening.
For Han Yu-sung to close the distance. For Kakasha to drop his guard.
And when that moment came.

[“Let all things rot and crumble like the dead!”]

Miasma erupted explosively from the Lord of the Dead as its epicenter.
Everything it touched decayed in an instant.
The sky, the earth, those standing upon it, even the very air itself.
And Han Yu-sung was no exception.

“…!”

The overwhelming miasma engulfed Han Yu-sung.
The proximity made it all the more devastating.
The miasma surged forth in an instant, wrapping around him and extinguishing the spectral flame that protected him in a single stroke.
The decay-inducing miasma consumed his entire body.
Han Yu-sung would have perished without even a chance to resist….

Whoooosh!

That would have been his fate, had Han Yu-sung not stepped into the True Realm.
Intense magical energy burst forth from the Nameless Cloth wrapped around him.
That energy enveloped his entire body and infused him with power.
Seeing this, the Lord of the Dead let out a scoff.

[“Do you truly believe such a parlor trick can stop me!”]

I had seen it before.
That technique—halting the magic conjured by the Covenant of the Dead, absorbing the energy within it, and firing a spiraling sphere.
But that had only been possible because it was magic used by the Oath-takers.
There was no way such a trivial trick could withstand a Lord’s power.
It was impossible.

Crash!

[“…?!”]

The Lord of the Dead, so certain of his victory, witnessed an impossible sight.
I doubted my own eyes.
There was no choice but to doubt them.

[“What… what is this…?”]

The demonic energy… it stopped.
The very force that corrupted all things, that extinguished hope itself—
it lost all momentum and suddenly ceased its advance.
But that was not all.

Shhhhhhh!

The demonic energy that had been consuming Han Yu-sung’s body was forcibly expelled.
As if being torn away by a power far greater than itself.
Then Han Yu-sung’s arm began to move in a slow spiral.
The expelled demonic energy, the miasma that had blanketed everything, surged toward him.
It converged, merged into one, and gathered at his fingertips.

[“You… you wretch, how… how can you possibly control the power I have summoned…?”]

Han Yu-sung lifted his head.
A dark smile played across his lips.
Before the Lord of the Dead could even react, Han Yu-sung thrust his fist forward.

Whoooosh!

The skill ‘Defying Heaven’ possesses a special property.
First: ‘When one seeks to defy the heavens, the skill is amplified’.
And second.

【Defying Heaven】.

The greater the absorbed energy, the greater the skill’s power becomes.

BOOOOOM!

A massive sphere of Reverse Heaven was fired.
The sphere, empowered by absorbing the force the Lord had unleashed, grew even more formidable as it advanced, obliterating everything in its path.
Straight toward the Lord of the Dead.

[“This… this can’t be. This is…”]

The Lord of the Dead felt the power contained within the sphere of Reverse Heaven.
Tremendous power dwelled within it—power capable of inflicting grave damage even upon himself, a Lord.
I must stop this!
But if I stop this…

Crack-crack-crack-crack!

The Lord of the Dead summoned his power once more.
The power became dozens of layered barriers, blocking the sphere of Reverse Heaven that surged toward her.
Yet it was all meaningless.
The Lord of the Dead knew this as well.

[‘If I stop this, then the Lord of War will…’]

From the moment I chose to block it, the outcome was sealed.
The sound of wings made of endlessly burning hellfire fluttered. And fierce flames filled the entire field of vision.

[“Undead one. How did you find my Apostle’s sleight of hand?”]
[“War…!”]

The Lord of War, Kakasha.
She appeared before the Lord of the Dead in an instant, her face twisted into a smile brimming with competitive fervor as she drew her arm back in a wide arc.
In the next moment.

[“It seems it was quite magnificent indeed.”]

Slash!

The Flames of War severed the Lord of the Dead’s neck.
And Han Yu-sung, who had closed the distance in the blink of an eye, drove his foot into the ground and cleaved the remaining body with a blade wreathed in tremendous flames.
Just as it had been long ago in the War of Stars.

Whoooosh!

That was the end.
The headless Lord’s body split down the middle, then collapsed.
Endless flames consumed the corpse entirely.
As if refusing to leave even ash behind, the fire raged on.

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