The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 338

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 338

Geomson perceived the demonic aura enveloping Han Yu-sung’s body.
Demonic energy condensed to its absolute limit.
A technique I had seen before. One wielded by the master I once served—undoubtedly the technique called Absolute Darkness.
Yet compared to what that master had used, this was vastly inferior.

‘The demonic aura he wields is much the same.’

An aura of an entirely different caliber from what the rabble of the Demon Sect employed.
It could be no other way.
Its true name was not ‘demonic aura’ at all.

‘It is an aura that humans cannot possibly control.’

Yet Han Yu-sung wielded such demonic energy with perfect freedom.
It was hardly surprising. Han Yu-sung possessed a Fragment. With a Fragment in hand, controlling demonic aura became possible.
What mattered was what came after.
Perceiving the true form of the demonic aura and gaining the ability to wield it.

‘Impossible.’

Impossible unless one were the master I once served.
One could not even reach that point in the first place, and a Player’s body could not withstand it.
If they were human, it would be even more so.
With such thoughts, I gripped my blade.

Crack-crack-crack-crack!

The Absolute Darkness enveloping Han Yu-sung shattered in an instant.
There was no need to even swing my sword.
Merely raising the aura I possessed was enough to scatter the demonic energy surrounding Han Yu-sung.
What remained was to kill the enemy stripped of his armor in a single stroke.

[Originally, I had planned to kill that Lord next.]

Tremendous power gathered along my blade.
I felt the world itself trembling.

[There’s no reason to stop someone who comes willingly to their own death.]

Kakasha, having lost an arm, tried desperately to intervene, but it was impossible.
A blade of willpower pierced through her body.
Geomson thrust his sword toward the reckless moth that charged without fear.

Screech!

An overwhelming force split the world asunder.
Literally.
The world itself, unable to withstand Geomson’s power, cleaved in two, and from that chasm erupted a tremendous force.
And Han Yu-sung was no exception.

“…!”

Han Yu-sung’s movement froze instantaneously.
Just as Geomson’s blade had split the world, it had also split his body.
It was a blow no mere human could endure.
Even if that human transcended the boundaries of mortality—even if it was Han Yu-sung.

Crack, crackle-crackle-crackle!

That presumptuous human was dead.
So Geomson judged, when a sound reached his ears.
The sound of something hard shattering—far removed from the sound of flesh being severed.
The sound came from Han Yu-sung’s body.

Whoooosh!

The Nameless Heavenly Garment draped across Han Yu-sung billowed in the wind.
And beneath it, a crumbling suit of armor came into view.

[The effect of 【Dragon Scale Armor】 activates.]
[This attack’s damage is reduced by 40%. This is an attack the armor cannot withstand. In exchange, the armor is destroyed!]

【Dragon Scale Armor】.
An armor capable of withstanding even the mightiest of attacks—once.
Normally it would merely become inert for a time, but Geomson’s blow had been so devastating that it shattered beyond recovery.
And that was not all.

Whoooosh!

Geomson’s strike was beyond what the dragon-scale armor could neutralize.
The remaining force engulfed my entire body, and my form shattered in an instant.
Blood erupted like a fountain from my severed veins.
Every bone in my body was fractured—I couldn’t move at all.
But.

[Activating Blood Celestial Ghost.]
[The formidable power of the Blood Celestial Ghost flows into you.]
[Consuming all blood essence to instantly restore your wounds.]

I possessed one final trump card to heal from this devastation.
My body regenerated in a heartbeat.
Geomson’s eyes narrowed with irritation at the sight.
So he possessed such a means.
But it mattered not.

[Healing your wounds changes nothing….]

Death is merely postponed.
Geomson gathered his strength once more.
Tremendous power converged into his blade, and a colossal sword aura—vast as an ocean—materialized across the domain.
He was right.
Nothing would change.

Roaaaaar!

I charged forward without hesitation.
My form hurtled toward Geomson at tremendous velocity.
To Geomson, it appeared meaningless—a reckless throwing away of life.
But to me, it was a desperate gamble for victory.

[Realm of the Blade].

Time itself slowed across the surrounding space.
Geomson felt the deceleration of temporal flow.
Yet this too was meaningless—mere futile thrashing against a transcendent like himself.
I gripped the Black Blade without hesitation.

【Severance】.

I closed the distance to Geomson with a slash that severed spacetime itself.
In an instant, I reached right before Geomson’s face.

‘Has he come to die by his own feet.’

His preparation to swing the blade was complete.
Geomson let out a silent scoff and drew his sword arm back in a wide arc.
And just as he was about to pierce through me like a moth to flame.

Shiiiiiek!

Different energies surged forth from within me.
A brilliant white radiance and an utterly dark black aura.
The righteous qi and demonic qi that erupted from me collided violently, then began to intertwine.
Blood erupted from every inch of my body as I could not withstand the recoil.
The two energies raged, tearing my body apart from within.

[This is…!]

Geomson’s eyes widened as he recognized the nature of the energies.
He had no choice but to react this way.
It was an energy far too familiar, and simultaneously, it was something Geomson had desired above all else to obtain.

[Primordial Unity? How did you…!]

I drew in a sharp breath.
I could see the shock written across Geomson’s face. And as I unleashed this energy, I felt time slow once more.
To a degree that even Geomson could not respond to.

‘One chance. That’s all I have.’

The backlash of Primordial Chaos was catastrophic.
Even with the aid of the Nameless Heavenly Demon, it was beyond my capacity to endure.
Excruciating pain ravaged my mind.
But it didn’t matter. Pain was familiar to me. Rather, this agony was awakening my senses.
Not to squander this singular opportunity.
It was urging me to seize the chance that Kakasha had created.

[Primordial Chaos.]

I extended my hand.
Gripped within it was the Spear of Divine Annihilation.
A weapon forged by Kakasha for his Apostle—a spear crafted solely to annihilate the transcendent.
A formidable will to destroy Geomson was infused within the spear.
And as if resonating with that intent.

Whoooooosh!

Primordial Chaos descended into the Spear of Divine Annihilation.
A grey-tinged calamitous flame surged forth. Its aura differed from the sanctity possessed by the Lords, and it was unlike the demonic energy wielded by the Wanderers.
A power incomparably greater than either of those.
A force that only those who had ascended to even higher realms could command.
And that power now rested in my grasp.

‘Now.’

Geomson, seized by shock, desperately unleashed his blade.
The sword carried enough force to slay me in a single strike.
But it was too late.

[Annihilation.]

The Spear of Divine Annihilation was faster.
I channeled Primordial Chaos, compressed to its absolute limit, through the spear and released it.
The unleashed spear split into a dozen fragments mid-flight, and the Primordial Chaos liberated from it obliterated the surrounding space entirely.
Much like Geomson had done before.
No—far more devastatingly than what Geomson had wrought.

[You, bastard…!]

The blade Geomson unleashed collided head-on with the fractured Deathgod Spear.
His blade carried immense power and demonic energy—a force so overwhelming it could dominate even a Lord bearing the same title as Kakasha.
Yet the moment their blades met, he understood.
Or perhaps he had known all along.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

If that aura was one he recognized.
If it was that ‘Primordial Force’—the power wielded by the one he once served.

‘This cannot be….’

Geomson’s blade shattered with a deafening roar as it collided with the Deathgod Spear.
Unable to withstand the impact, the blade crumbled entirely.
Fragments of the shattered steel scattered across the void.
And with them, the very power Geomson had infused within.

‘I cannot oppose it. Not if it is that Primordial Force….’

The Deathgod Spear draws near.
No—the ‘Primordial Force’ draws near.
That aura which once wounded countless gods, and more—the very source of all this calamity.
Toward Geomson.

Whoooosh!

【Annihilation】 pierced through Geomson.
The fractured Deathgod Spear impaled his entire body, and the Primordial Force contained within was unleashed.
An overwhelming ashen aura erupted forth.
And then.

[Ugh, gahhh!]

Geomson’s body began to collapse.
Precisely where the Deathgod Spear had pierced him, the unleashed Primordial Force began to disintegrate his form with overwhelming force.
He summoned his power to resist it, but.
It was futile.

[Krraaaaaahhhhh…!]

A sharp sense of crisis flashed through Geomson’s mind.
Dangerous. I couldn’t fathom how the human before me could wield ‘Primordial Chaos’, but it was an aura far too perilous to ignore.
Could I retreat?
No—it was already too late to withdraw.
Geomson’s anguished eyes swept across Han Yu-sung.

‘Retreat is impossible. Then…’

Han Yu-sung’s body was reduced to tatters.
Just as my form was collapsing, Han Yu-sung too was being destroyed.
‘Primordial Chaos’ was a force far too overwhelming for any mortal to wield.
There was only one way to break through this deadlock.
I had no choice but to cut down the human before me.

Roaaaaaagh!

Geomson summoned every ounce of remaining power.
Tremendous authority infused the blades scattered across the battlefield. For a transcendent like myself, the destruction of my swords meant nothing.
Especially for one who could forge blades from pure will.
I clenched my fist with all my might.

Kwaaaaaaaaaah!

The blades transformed into a colossal sword aura that descended upon Han Yu-sung from all directions.
Battered and broken, Han Yu-sung lacked the strength to resist. All he could manage was to hold his crumbling body together.
Yet he possessed something to rely upon.

[Dare you strike at my Oath-taker!]

A fierce inferno of terror engulfed the entire region.
And blazing wings filled the entire field of vision.

[Lord of War…!]
[…I shall repay this in kind, Geomson!]

Kakasha unfurled four pairs of wings in their full span.
A tidal wave of terror-fire surging from her wings collided with the descending sword aura.
She had remade the arm severed by Geomson with terror-fire.
With both hands, she seized the ‘Flames of War’ and brought them crashing down with all her might.

Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!

The descending blade severed Geomson’s right arm cleanly from his body.
And continued through to his torso.
Yet even as Geomson fell, he attempted to move.

【Heavenly Severance】.

But before he could, Han Yu-sung’s fist shot forward.
【Divine Slayer】. And the Heavenly Severance amplified by its effect, ‘Divine Slaughter’, shook the very world.
The tremendous power contained within consumed Geomson entirely.

[Ugh… Hah…!]

Geomson desperately raised his remaining arm to swing his blade.
But the force infused with ‘Divine Slaughter’ obliterated his remaining arm.
In a final, desperate struggle, he attempted to conjure a blade of intent—but even that was beyond him now.

Slice!

Han Yu-sung and Kakasha.
The blades they swung together descended upon Geomson’s neck.
Steel from both sides severed it cleanly.
That was the end.

[There’s… no way…]

Geomson’s body, stripped of everything, began to fall.
His head tumbled alongside him, eyes wide with disbelief.
In those eyes reflected the figures of the Lord and the human looking down upon him.
Soon after, The Wanderer’s corpse crashed into the ground.

“….”
“….”

Silence fell.
Geomson’s Oath-taker and the War Covenant Users.
Neither dared to speak, and so silence reigned.

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