The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 261

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 261

Hyun-wol had fallen, and the Geomson’s Oath-takers under his command had suffered massive casualties.
Geomson, judging that continued fighting here would be a meaningless death, withdrew his Oath-takers.
Thanks to that, the path to the Core of the Difficult Realm became considerably easier.
The only ones blocking the way now were the Masters of Swords.

– Ugh, gasp!
– Grrrrgh…!
“Phew, they just keep coming endlessly.”
“Still, we’ve eliminated them all. It doesn’t seem like any more are coming.”

Eliminating them hadn’t been particularly difficult.
Han Yu-sung and the War Covenant Members swiftly broke through the Difficult Realm, and following the guidance of the Eye of Omniscience, reached the location of the Difficult Realm’s Core.
The Core of the Difficult Realm was concealed beneath a massive barrier.

Whoooosh!

Naturally, it proved meaningless.
Han Yu-sung perceived the barrier with the Dragon’s Heart, then unleashed the Flames of War to incinerate the barrier itself.
The barrier burned brilliantly as it dissolved.
And beyond it, the hidden sight revealed itself.

“…Is that a blade floating there?”
“It seems that must be the Core.”
[Hmm, the power I sense is no ordinary thing… Huff!]

The Core of this Difficult Realm was Geomson’s Blade.
Upon seeing it, Kakasha suddenly exhaled a ragged breath.

[I… I can feel it. The power contained in that blade! If I could absorb that blade along with the fragment I took from the Lord of the Dead…]
“Would it greatly amplify your power?”
[Precisely! I desire it. I covet it!]

Kakasha snorted.
True to his words, he seemed quite eager indeed.
Unfortunately, obtaining Geomson’s Blade would not be easy.
There were those determined to protect the blade.

“I thought you’d fled, yet here you all gather?”
“….”

They were Geomson’s Oath-takers.
They knelt in a circle around Geomson’s blade.
And beside them stood countless sword masters.
The sight resembled some kind of ritual being performed.

[“Offer it up.”]

Indeed, that was precisely what transpired.
The Wanderer, Geomson, commanded with unwavering resolve, and upon hearing his voice, the Oath-takers raised their blades without hesitation.
The sword masters did likewise.
Then, moments later.

Shiiiiiiing—!

The Oath-takers’ swords absorbed the power they possessed.
Greedily, as though determined to leave not a shred of strength behind.
Anguished cries echoed forth. The blades, having ravenously consumed every ounce of their masters’ power, rose in unison into the void.
They shot toward where Geomson’s blade resided.

[That… hmm, that Geomson. He’s pulled a clever trick.]
“A trick?”
[You’ll understand once you observe what unfolds.]

The blades brimming with the Oath-takers’ power collided with Geomson’s blade.
The swords were absorbed into Geomson’s blade all at once.
The already formidable blade began unleashing an absolutely tremendous surge of power.

“Kugh!”
“Ugh, gaaah…!”
[“You must withdraw now.”]

The drained Oath-takers coughed blood, unable to endure any longer.
As the void was cleaved by the blade, a portal materialized.
Geomson’s Oath-takers staggered as though collapsing, hurling themselves through the portal.
What remained was the sole Oath-taker who had not offered his power.
And Geomson’s blade, radiating overwhelming force.

[“Offer your life.”]
“…Yes, Geomson.”

The Oath-taker gripped Geomson’s blade tightly in his palm.
Deep lacerations carved into his flesh, blood welling forth.
From the blade that drank in that crimson tide, countless vein-like tendrils erupted outward.
Those tendrils consumed his entire arm.
And beyond—spreading through his entire body.

“Ugh, gaaahhh…!”

Through those vein-like conduits, an overwhelming force surged through him.
That power transformed his body.
From an ordinary human into a vessel capable of receiving the transcendent strength of Geomson himself.
The Oath-taker, now grotesquely veined across his entire form, raised the blade skyward.
Geomson’s sword in his grip blazed with an ominous light.

[Hmph, how tedious.]

Kakasha clicked his tongue in annoyance.
From that Oath-taker, I sensed a power both formidable and explosive.
A power I recognized all too well.

‘Transcendent power.’

The kind only felt from Lords and The Wanderer.
This Oath-taker was wielding a strength equivalent to their descent forms.
Yet it differed greatly from a typical descent.
The reason was simple.

[A Lord might manage it, but for The Wanderer to descend in a place like Earth is no easy feat. So that blade employs a workaround of sorts.]

Rather than descending directly into the Oath-taker’s body.
Immense power is channeled into the item called ‘Geomson’s Blade,’ granting the wielder a strength equivalent to a true descent.
To execute this workaround, the other Oath-takers sacrificed their power.

“If it’s a workaround, there should be a way to dismantle it.”
[You grasp it well. Even the Lords know of such workarounds, yet rarely employ them—precisely because they’re easy to counter.]
“So then, what’s the method?”

Kakasha silently pointed to the Oath-taker’s arm.
More precisely, the arm gripping Geomson’s blade.

[Remove that blade, and it’s over. The fastest method would be to sever the arm holding it.]
“Fast and effective.”

It was also a certain method.
Han Yu-sung enjoyed combat with the strong, but circumstances were unfavorable now.
A confrontation with the Lord of the Dead loomed just ahead.
He had no desire to reveal all his cards before then.
There was nothing for it but to end this swiftly and decisively.

[I share your thinking. Thus, I shall aid you. When you close the distance to Geomson, my flames will hold him at bay momentarily.]
“Then I’ll sever the arm at that moment.”
[Quite simple, is it not?]

The problem was how to close the distance to Geomson.
Han Yu-sung observed Geomson, who had completed his descent. Eyes bloodshot yet transcendent like an immortal gazed back at him.
Around him, countless blades formed from vital energy floated suspended.

[“Die.”]
“Descended Lords all speak the same words.”

Geomson was a Wanderer rather than a Lord, though.
Han Yu-sung chuckled softly.
Displeased by that laughter, hundreds—no, thousands of blades that Geomson had conjured shot forth in unison.
A wave of swords descending from all directions, leaving no escape.

‘Each blade carries extraordinary power.’

Blocking them would require accepting damage.
Should I absorb them with Reverse Heaven?
But Geomson’s aura felt strange.
It was as though he awaited Han Yu-sung’s use of Reverse Heaven.
He had surely witnessed Han Yu-sung’s clash with the Lord of the Dead in the Golden War.
Naturally, he would know of Reverse Heaven’s existence and how to counter it.

‘There’s no need to play into his hand.’

Han Yu-sung’s hand held more than just one card—more than just ‘Reverse Heaven’.
Fortunately, he possessed another formidable card acquired recently.

Whooooom!

“It was wise to warm it up beforehand.”

Han Yu-sung took a step forward.
The moment his foot touched the ground, devouring flames erupted across his entire body.
More precisely, they surged from his armor itself.

[The Heart of War has reached maximum heat.]
[By expending all heat, it grants the power to battle a Lord or their incarnate form. The sacred relic automatically incinerates incoming attacks.]

The sacred relic’s effect—the Heart of War—had activated.
I felt the heat dwelling within the armor spread throughout my entire being.
But that wasn’t all.

[A formidable enemy—an incarnate form—has been encountered.]
[The War Blaze strengthens, granting power to the user.]

The S-rank sacred relic, War Blaze, possessed a similar effect.
The effects of both relics surged through Han Yu-sung simultaneously.
It was like a tidal wave—a tremendous surge of power that would sweep away even Han Yu-sung himself should he lose focus for a moment.
The heat spreading through my entire body granted me immense strength.
The power to stand against a Lord’s incarnate form.

Whoooooosh!

The Heart of War and the War Blaze.
The devouring flames conjured by both relics engulfed everything around us—flames carrying a power that seemed capable of incinerating this entire world.
Geomson felt the ‘power of a Lord’ contained within those flames.

[“…War?”]

He watched as the flames consuming all directions incinerated his blades.
Witnessing this spectacle, Geomson’s eyes widened in shock. His own blades—forged by a transcendent being—were being consumed by fire.
But this was no time to be astonished by such things.

Aaaahhhhh!

Geomson saw it.
Han Yu-sung bursting through the hellfire that consumed swords.
He had become a fierce tempest, closing the distance between them in a single stride.

[“Have you come to die by your own feet?”]

The distance narrowed in an instant.
Geomson drew his blade-wielding arm back.

Crack!

I felt the space, unable to withstand the force, tear apart with a deafening roar.
It was a sword strike not even Han Yu-sung could easily defend against.
The moment he received that strike, his body would endure tremendous strain.
Therefore.

[“Do not lay your filthy hands upon another’s Apostle!”]
[“…!”]

I entrusted it to Kakasha.
Fiercer hellfire erupted from Han Yu-sung, converging into the form of a woman bearing four pairs of wings.

Clang clang clang clang!

[“War…!”]

The four pairs of wings enveloping Han Yu-sung blocked the incoming sword strike.
In truth, it was not a perfect defense. Since Kakasha had not fully “descended,” she merely halted the momentum of the blade for a moment.
But that was enough.

“Geomson, forgive me, but….”

The distance narrowed in an instant.
Han Yu-sung, who had closed in right before Geomson, gripped his sword.
The ‘Flame of War,’ blazing with intense hellfire.
Geomson’s eyes widened.

“You are second only to the Lord of the Dead.”

Shing—!

The blade, glowing with searing heat, severed Geomson’s arm in a single stroke.
The arm that held Geomson’s Blade.
There was no time to resist.

[“No…!”]
“Ugh, grrgh… Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

Geomson’s Blade clattered to the ground.
The Oath-taker, severed from the source that had infused his body with tremendous power, began to scream in agony.
Soon his body swelled grotesquely.

Boooooom!

He exploded with a deafening roar.
His body could not withstand the power that still remained within it.
Had he still been holding Geomson’s Blade, the spirit dwelling within would have contained it.
But with it fallen away, there was no way for a human to endure.

[“Han Yu-sung…!”]

A scream like a death cry echoed from somewhere.
Needless to say, it was Geomson’s shriek.
He unleashed a wail twisted with rage, despair, and curses.
Han Yu-sung bowed his head, ignoring it entirely.

“Quite the chatterbox, aren’t you.”
[I concur. A defeated dog barks most loudly.]

As if hearing those words, Geomson’s fury intensified.
Han Yu-sung ignored the outburst and grasped the fallen Geomson’s Blade.
Then.

“Kakasha, catch.”
[Gulp!]

I hurled Geomson’s blade into the void.
Flames erupted instantly, consuming the blade as if they had been waiting for it.

[Mmm, exquisite! The Wanderer, this one. Distasteful as a person, but the purity of power is delightful. Mmmm….]

Kakasha nodded his head as if savoring the taste.
He seemed quite pleased with it.
In any case, the Core of the Difficult Realm—Geomson’s blade—had vanished.
To be more precise, it had gone into Kakasha’s belly.
What that meant was.

[You have cleared the open Difficult Realm, 【Sword Tomb】.]
[The Difficult Realm is disappearing.]

The Difficult Realm had been cleared.
And it meant that Geomson’s scheme had failed.

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