The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 302

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 302

[Someone on the Star of Struggle has discovered the Special Camp!]
[A Quest that unlocks powerful items will be given at that camp. Hurry and track down the camp to seize the Quest!]
[Directions toward the camp will be partially provided!]

A message appeared without any warning.
Upon seeing the message, participants on the Star of Struggle began flocking toward the Special Camp following the provided directions.
There was no choice in the matter.

‘If it’s a powerful item, it’s probably Eternity-grade.’
‘No Mythic-grade or higher items have been unlocked yet. Everyone else definitely only has Mythic-grade items.’
‘If I could acquire an Eternity-grade item in this situation….’

I could seize an overwhelming advantage.
The gap between Mythic-grade and Eternity-grade was that vast.
If I leveraged the advantage gained here to continue acquiring more Eternity-grade items, rolling the snowball ever larger.
I could become the final victor on this Battlefield.

Crash! Screech!

“Arghhhh!”
“E-enemies everywhere! This is…!”

Many participants harbored such thoughts.
Naturally, countless players began fighting throughout the Forest.
And inevitably, those seeking to exploit the situation in different ways appeared as well.
The Forest descended into utter chaos.

“One hundred fifty players? Damn, that’s a disgustingly large number.”
“There must be a boss monster somewhere. Where the hell is it…!”
“This is bad. Fighting here is a terrible idea no matter how I think about it!”

Of course, those with keen instincts hesitated or chose to withdraw.
In a sense, it was a wise decision. After all, only one person would have the chance to unlock the Eternity item from this camp.
And the situation was nothing short of chaotic.
Rather than push forward and risk elimination, it was better to retreat.
But.

‘Not bad at all.’

Unlike the others.
For Taronier, the High Elf, it was a different story entirely.
Quite literally, the situation was favorable to him. Above all else, the fact that this place was a vast Forest worked particularly well in his favor.
The Forest is the Domain of elves. For a High Elf, even more so.

“Nature, awaken.”

Krrrrrr…!

At Taronier’s light gesture, the trees imbued with life rose up with terrible cries.
【Ancient Trees】. An SS-rank skill called ‘Ancient Tree’ that summoned powerful tree spirits.
Simultaneously, various light spirits materialized around him.

“Advance. Kill everything you see.”

The light spirits, having received their master’s command, shot off in all directions.
Taronier was a player with diverse talents. But among them, what he was most confident in was spirit summoning, followed by magic.
And one more thing.

– Kyaaaagh?!
– Sp-spirits…? Could it be… that guy?!
– No! Spirits are pouring in from all sides!

Slaughter using that advantage.
Taronier’s preferred style of combat was overwhelming enemies through sheer numbers.
As a High Elf, he could summon an overwhelmingly greater number of spirits compared to ordinary spirit summoners.
And with them, he could crush his enemies.

[Objective 1: Defeat 251/800 Monsters and 26/150 Players.]

“At this rate, the first objective won’t take long at all.”

A Battlefield far too advantageous for Taronier.
Without much concern, leaving it to the spirits, the first objective would be achieved in no time.
What remained was the second objective.
Defeating the ‘boss monster’.
The problem was that there was no way to determine its location.

“Hmm, surely someone discovered this Forest before me….”

Whoever found this Special Camp must be somewhere in this realm.
They likely possess some specialized skill related to exploration.
If I could only find them, my task would become considerably easier.
And beyond that consideration.

‘Since they arrived here before me, they’ve likely achieved their objectives to some degree. As a troublesome competitor, it would be wise to eliminate them preemptively.’

There are several irritating competitors in this Forest.
It would be prudent to deal with them as well. Finding them won’t be easy, but while tracking them down, I might discover what I’m looking for simultaneously.
Having reached this conclusion, Taronier conjured countless points of light.
A swarm of spirits—tiny as insects.
They dispersed in all directions.

“Become my eyes and scout this place.”

Taronier closed his eyes.
His senses merged with the swarm, and their collective vision flooded into his consciousness—countless perspectives converging into one.
The entire situation throughout the Forest was laid bare before him.
Players locked in fierce combat. Those seeking to exploit the chaos. Others racing to find the boss monster first amid the confusion.

“…Fascinating.”

And among the competitors Taronier was wary of, he observed the most troublesome ones clashing with each other.
Both were formidable opponents; perhaps this opportunity could be used to eliminate them. If he did so, obtaining the rewards would become far easier.

‘The one who discovered this Forest first… remains invisible.’

He had expected to spot a prominent player, yet none appeared.
So then, how should I proceed from here?
Taronier began formulating a strategy while observing the surroundings.

Crackle!
“…Hm?”

At that moment, an irritating sound rang out, and a portion of my field of vision vanished.
Was there a problem with the sensory link?
The instant Taronier moved to check the connection with his spirits, that grating sound echoed once more.
Nearly half of his field of vision disappeared in a single breath.

“This is….”

Someone was attacking his spirits.
At a speed even Taronier hadn’t detected.
And.

‘…They’re drawing closer.’

His field of vision continued to shrink without pause.
Now even the vision near Taronier himself was vanishing.
It meant the enemy was approaching at a tremendous velocity.

Krrrrrrrrr!

“Awaken. And gather to my side.”

Taronier summoned forth countless Ancient Trees anew, while simultaneously calling back the spirits that had been hunting.

‘Who is it? Dok-go Cheon and Helud should be locked in combat with each other. Among the remaining participants, who possesses this caliber of speed….’

Countless names of participants flashed through his mind.
Among them, one he had never witnessed directly.
Yet one whose abilities he had heard of.
The moment that name surfaced in Taronier’s thoughts.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

A violent blood-wind swept down upon him.
A blood-wind that tore asunder everything in its path. Taronier’s eyes widened as he blocked the assault with his spirits.
Beyond the barrier, he glimpsed the figure of his attacker.

“So it is you. The human bearing the name Han Yu-sung…!”

Han Yu-sung.
The Ancient Trees and spirits, having sensed the enemy, rushed forward in unison, and Han Yu-sung stamped the ground as if he’d been waiting for this very moment.
A formidable aura rippled outward from him as its epicenter.
The earth twisted beneath the force, spawning countless fissures from which savage flames erupted.

Annihilation Flame Technique, True Crimson Inferno.

Flames infused with the power of ‘Demonic Intent’ scorched the earth, consuming the spirits that had rushed toward Han Yu-sung in a single, devastating sweep.
Taronier clicked his tongue and summoned his magical power.

‘Certainly, impressive firepower. But this is the Forest.’

With a single gesture from Taronier, far more spirits than those Han Yu-sung had incinerated rose once more, and simultaneously, nature itself began to rage on Taronier’s behalf.
Countless roots erupted from the fractured earth, a violent tempest howled through the air, and torrential lightning descended from the heavens—all converging upon Han Yu-sung.

Boom!

They crashed down upon him in unison.
Each spell alone would have been difficult for an ordinary mage to handle. Only a High Elf possessed the capability to unfold such magic nearly simultaneously.
It was an attack with no means of defense, no path of escape.
And yet.

“…?!”

Han Yu-sung made no attempt to block or evade the assault.
The reason was absurdly simple.

“My… my magic…?!”

Those spells would never reach him.
Taronier’s eyes widened as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him.
The first thing he noticed was his own magic freezing in place as if it had been preserved.
Then, all at once, they shifted direction.

“Kugh?!”

Sweeping through the spirits of the region.
The spectacle of it all hurtling toward their master, Taronier.
He gasped in alarm and hastily deployed defensive magic.
But an incomprehensible force blocked his path, preventing him from properly manifesting his spells.

‘What in the world is happening?!’

There could be only one cause.
That human beyond—clad in dragon-like armor, emanating a crimson aura. Han Yu-sung.
He had to be the culprit.

Roooaaarrr!

“Attack! Strike him down…!”

Taronier barked orders in convulsive desperation.
The spirits of light unleashed a barrage of attacks upon Han Yu-sung. But he moved one step faster still.
A crimson streak tore across the heart of the Forest in an instant.

“Now, atta…!”

Han Yu-sung charged toward Taronier at a speed that even sound could not follow, and in succession, Annihilation Flame was unleashed.
Taronier was an exceptional spirit summoner and simultaneously a warrior player.
He instinctively drew his blade to block.

Boom!
“Ugh, cough!”

It was futile.
His sword shattered in a single blow.
Annihilation Flame pierced through Taronier’s heart, and his body, unable to withstand the impact, was driven into the earth.
The ground was crushed, forming a massive crater. And from within it, where Taronier lay embedded, crimson flames erupted.

Whoooosh!

The flames swiftly engulfed Taronier’s entire body.
Yet he was not dead. He desperately drew upon his mana to seal his wounds and extinguish the inferno.

“In any case, mages are… or should I say, spirit summoners.”

I clicked my tongue as I watched the sight before me.
Taronier looked up at me with bloodshot eyes.

“Annoyingly persistent, aren’t you?”

Crackle!

With a final merciless kick, Taronier’s death throes came to an end.
His limp body began to dissolve into light and fade away.
It was the moment one of the formidable competitors, Taronier, was eliminated.

[As expected, an easy opponent. Well, naturally so.]
“I made a good choice selecting him as my first target. I’ve bought myself considerable time.”

Taronier, Helud, and Dok-go Cheon.
The reason I chose Taronier first was simple.
Needless to say, he was the easiest opponent.

‘His specialty is spirit magic and sorcery.’

High Elves possess superior physical abilities and are skilled in martial arts. However, their true strength lies in spirit magic and sorcery.
And that was particularly ineffective against me.

‘Dragon’s Heart.’

It was thanks to the passive skill I possessed.
By using the active effect of this skill, ‘Draconic Transformation’, I could freely command and interfere with magic up to SS-grade.
No High Elf, no matter how talented, would possess SSS-grade magic.
Whether High Elf or a weaker mage.

[There’s virtually no difference for you, I’d say.]

Kakasha was right.
In any case, thanks to this advantage, I was able to eliminate Taronier without difficulty.
I bent down and collected the items he had dropped.
They were items that could only be used on this Battlefield.

“Legendary-grade items. He must have farmed quite diligently.”

Armor, swords, shoes, and more.
All items that would prove invaluable to me in my current state.
After equipping everything, I surveyed my surroundings.

“Now all that remains is to eliminate those two who are locked in combat.”

Dok-go Cheon and Helud.
I needed to observe their battle carefully.
Without hesitation, I kicked off the ground.

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