The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 271
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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 271
The distance closed in an instant.
The Lord of the Dead perceived Han Yu-sung charging toward him. The firelight dancing in those eyes trembled as if witnessing an incomprehensible existence.
It was only natural.
A mere human was charging at a Lord.
Not even an incarnation, but at the Lord’s true body itself.
‘Insane! What in the world are you—!’
There was no need to engage, no reason to concern himself.
Under normal circumstances, the Lord of the Dead would have thought exactly that.
But an unbearable sense of dread washed over him.
Was it because he had just witnessed Han Yu-sung absorbing his authority through ‘Reverse Heaven’?
No. This dread did not stem from such a thing.
‘Mortal danger.’
The Lord of the Dead felt an intense sense of peril.
He could not accept this fact. A Lord manifested in his true form, feeling this degree of danger from a mere human player—not even an enemy Lord?
It was impossible, and it should not be.
A thunderous boom echoed.
Han Yu-sung, now mere inches away, planted his foot with perfect form.
With a single step, the earth around him fractured with a deafening roar.
At that same moment, the sound of something shattering came from somewhere.
And from Han Yu-sung’s body, a tremendous force erupted outward.
‘Is it the authority of War?’
The Lord of the Dead thought so for a moment.
But it was not. That dark aura could not possibly be the authority of War.
The power emanating from that aura was profoundly alien.
It was not an aura that should come from a Lord.
It came from something on a different plane, something that transcended that—
‘No matter what aura it is. Whatever you do—!’
I have no intention of letting my guard down.
The Lord of the Dead drew forth every remaining power, raising a formidable barrier that could withstand Han Yu-sung’s assault and still have strength to spare.
Simultaneously, I completed my preparations to deliver a counterattack.
At this level, nothing he could throw at me would pierce through.
Not even if he employed the technique he used during the Golden War.
‘I can endure it.’
The technique that had annihilated the Lord of the Dead’s power.
That technique had dealt a tremendous shock to me.
I reviewed the battle and analyzed the principle behind how that technique unfolded.
And how I could dismantle it.
‘Consider it an honor, human.’
This was the first time a Lord had ever analyzed a mere human’s technique.
The method to counter Han Yu-sung’s technique was remarkably simple.
To unleash power at a level he could not withstand.
As an Avatar, the power I could manifest was inevitably constrained by numerous limitations.
But the infinite power of my true form—he could never stand against that.
‘There is no way his technique could pierce my barrier.’
Once I repelled his attack, Han Yu-sung would forfeit his life.
I no longer needed his corpse. Before that hateful Lord of War, I would reduce Han Yu-sung’s entire body to ash and obliterate him.
With such thoughts, the Lord of the Dead gathered his strength.
Soon after, a fist imbued with the power of ‘Shattering Heaven’ struck through the void.
【Shattering Heaven】.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
Beneath overwhelming force, heaven and earth trembled.
The Lord of the Dead’s eyes widened in shock.
There was no helping it.
[What is this….]
The immense demonic energy unleashed by Han Yu-sung’s fist obliterated everything in its path.
The soldiers scattered across the area, the aura of death that had blanketed the surroundings—
And even the veil that had enveloped the Lord of the Dead.
All of it, without exception.
‘My authority… erased? How is this possible…?’
It was impossible.
Yet, I had witnessed something similar before.
I had seen that demonic energy obliterate the authority of the dead that had enveloped the Frost Guide.
But that time, I had merely erased the authority granted to a creation. There were limits to the power a creation could bear.
This time was different.
‘An ordinary human has erased the authority I manifested directly from my own essence?’
Impossible.
It could not be. Humans could not do such a thing.
And yet, simultaneously—
ROOOAAARRRRR!
[Ugh, uuugh…?!]
It was happening right before my eyes.
Immense demonic energy crashed down. The authority that had enveloped the Lord of the Dead vanished. The overwhelming power consumed the lord’s entire being.
A pain beyond imagination jolted the lord’s consciousness awake.
‘The level of technique… it is different. This is…’
Far surpassing what I had manifested during the Golden War.
Even the Lord of the Dead was astounded. But could such a dramatic increase in technique be possible in so short a time?
In that moment, the Lord of the Dead recalled a fundamental question.
‘Is this demonic energy even the same one I know?’
No, that can’t be right.
This isn’t some petty demonic energy that martial artists dabble in.
A fundamentally different force—incomparable to that.
It’s a power the Lord of the Dead has never witnessed, never experienced.
Yet I recall hearing of a similar kind of power in the distant past.
‘Yes. Surely, from an age long forgotten….’
The war that gave birth to the concept of The Wanderer.
That war was led by some entity whose very existence was erased….
[…Ugh!]
My thoughts couldn’t linger.
The authority enveloping the Lord of the Dead vanished entirely.
Han Yu-sung, the architect of this situation, closed the distance further.
I couldn’t die like this.
The Lord relied purely on instinct, unleashing a prepared authority.
But that authority never reached Han Yu-sung.
[Kuhuhuhuh! I never thought I’d say this again!]
[Lord of War…!]
Whoooosh!
A blade forged of pure flame plunged into the Lord of the Dead.
The searing edge, heated by the fires of war, cleaved through his arm.
Kakasha’s authority tore open the wound and began consuming him from within.
[How did you like the parlor trick of the Lord’s Apostle!]
[Kahahack! Shut… your mouth…!]
The Lord of the Dead convulsed, unleashing authority in desperation.
But at that very moment.
Rummmmmble!
Thunder roared.
A colossal Thunder God’s Spear scattered hundreds of lightning bolts, piercing through the Lord of the Dead.
[Grrrrgh! How dare a degenerate race like you…!]
It was a spear unleashed by Kaldrex, the hero of the Draken.
The Thunder God’s Spear possessed an effect that strengthened when facing Lords. That was why it could pierce through a Lord’s true form.
However, that effect was negligible at best. To a being of the caliber of the Lord of the Dead, it was merely a blow easily dismissed.
“Kakasha!”
[I am aware!]
The problem was that the Lord of the Dead found himself in the worst possible situation.
The unexpected strike had delayed his ability to manifest his power by a mere instant.
And that instant was more than enough time for Han Yu-sung and Kakasha.
Whoooosh!
Wings of crimson flame erupted from Han Yu-sung’s back.
Han Yu-sung surged forward, tearing at the earth. Kakasha descended from the heavens like a tempest.
The Lord and Apostle, bound by fate, closed the distance to their enemy.
[Ugh… Krrrraaaaaah!]
The Lord of the Dead finally manifested his power.
A tremendous aura of death, impossible to believe had been summoned in such a brief moment, engulfed the entire area. Yet Han Yu-sung and Kakasha did not falter.
Without the slightest hesitation, they tore through the deathly miasma.
The distance between them was now nearly zero.
“Lord of the Dead.”
The Lord of the Dead released a silent scream.
He could see Han Yu-sung approaching. Han Yu-sung, burning his own body through draconic transformation, was charging forward.
There was no way to stop him. Unbelievable as it was, he possessed no means to halt this man.
There was no method to stop him.
“Our cursed bond shall also…”
[End here!]
It was then that Kakasha reached the ground.
His blade, forged from pure flame, ignited a conflagration.
Simultaneously, the war-fire wreathed in the ‘Absolute Annihilation Holy Flame’ unleashed a torrential inferno, while the black sword emanated a demonic aura as if to obliterate all existence.
The two became a single crimson streak, surging toward the Lord of the Dead.
[Hah, guh…!]
Three slashes descended upon the Lord of the Dead simultaneously.
Annihilation wreathed in demonic power, heavenly thunder, and a blade of pure flame—all struck down like lightning upon the Lord of the Dead.
Crash—crack—crack—crack!
[Krraaaaaagh!]
A single stroke cleaving in two.
The Lord’s body was split cleanly in half.
The Lord’s eyes wavered with disbelief.
[This… this cannot be… this should not…!]
The Lord of the Dead reached out desperately, as if grasping at straws.
This could not be. This was not how it was meant to end. Had he not claimed victory in countless battles between Lords and holy wars?
And his opponent was none other than the fallen Lord of War.
There was no way he could lose in a holy war.
There was no way…
Slash!
The blazing blade severed the outstretched hand of the Lord of the Dead.
Kakasha, the master of that blade, regarded his ancient foe with cold, unwavering eyes.
[Lord of the Dead. This is your final hour.]
[…]
The Lord of the Dead’s mouth moved soundlessly.
He attempted to utter a final curse, but no voice came forth.
The Lord gazed silently upward at the sky of the Sanctuary.
Whoooooosh!
That was the end.
An enormous surge of morale erupted from the Lord of the Dead, split in half.
And when that morale completely dissipated.
The form of the Lord who had dominated the Sanctuary of the Dead vanished without a trace.
Only a ‘crown’ remained—proof that a Lord had once existed.
[‘Lord of the Dead’ has been defeated in battle against ‘Lord of War’. The Lord of the Dead has lost all power to maintain existence….]
[‘Lord of the Dead’ has fallen.]
A transcendent being who had wielded dominion over all creation.
A Lord with whom Han Yu-sung and Kakasha had maintained a bitter enmity for ages.
This was the moment the 【Lord of the Dead】 fell in utter ruin.
“Haaah….”
[Sigh, this is… truly exhausting.]
Han Yu-sung exhaled a weary sigh and let his sword fall slack.
As the tension drained away, a sharp pain suddenly coursed through my entire body.
Where the Lord’s power had touched me, my flesh was beginning to decay.
Kakasha was in no better condition.
Having expended every last ounce of power, Kakasha had reverted to his usual form as a small fairy.
He had consumed even the strength needed to maintain his descent into his true form.
“….”
[….]
Neither had the strength left to speak.
Han Yu-sung and Kakasha collapsed to the ground.
Silence settled over the Battlefield where the fierce battle had raged mere moments before.
But it was only brief.
– Waaaaaaah!
– It’s over, right? It’s really over, right?
– We saw the message! It’s over! We won!
The victorious War Covenant Members erupted in cheers.
Han Yu-sung and Kakasha turned to look at them in silence.
Then, meeting each other’s gaze, they nodded in unison without hesitation.
[It’s over.]
“Yes.”
Han Yu-sung lifted his gaze toward the sky of the Sanctuary.
Light was breaking through the darkness that had shrouded the heavens.
“It’s finally over.”
The bitter enmity with the Lord of the Dead had ended, and in that same moment, Han Yu-sung achieved his first victory against the Lord’s true form in direct combat.
Before his eyes, a lengthy message materialized.
[The defeated ‘Lord of the Dead’ has lost everything and fallen.]
[The Covenant of the Dead members who perished in the ‘Holy War’ are being annihilated. The surviving Covenant of the Dead members have surrendered. Please decide their fate.]
[You have seized all wealth possessed by the Lord of the Dead. You may now review the assets taken from the Lord of the Dead.]
[Congratulations, ‘Lord of War’.]
[You have achieved victory in the Holy War against the ‘Lord of the Dead’!]
A message of congratulations for the victory.
A faint smile graced Han Yu-sung’s lips.
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