The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 350

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 350

The Battlefield, the Trial of the Sword.
A thunderous roar echoed across it.

Kuuuuung!

It was the signal that enemies had breached the Battlefield.
Soon after, a massive Portal appeared at the Entrance of Difficulty.
And from beyond it, the enemies Han Yu-sung had been waiting for revealed themselves.

[Enemies are invading.]
[Estimated numbers: 3,000 Oath-takers, 7,000 soldiers.]

The Trial of the Sword had a maximum capacity of 10,000 on each side.
The invading force was enough to fill that entire quota.
In reality, their numbers were beyond what the eye could count.

“Quite the spectacle.”
[Hmm….]

Of course, the allied forces numbered similarly to the enemy.
The difference lay in this: the enemy’s forces did not end here. They could send reinforcements regardless of how many fell. And the enemy’s quality was the same. Aside from Kaldrex and the Draken, the rest were inevitably inferior compared to the foe.
And the level of enemies was the same. Except for Kaldrex and the Draken race, the rest were inevitably insufficient compared to the enemies.

“No, even taking that into account…”

Han Yu-sung’s brow furrowed. Kakasha’s did the same.
An unusual aura emanated from the enemies.
Where had I felt this aura before?
The answer came quickly.
The answer came quickly.

“Yes, it appears so. And the soldiers too.”
[Soldiers that were not present with Achiros are visible now.]
I can see soldiers that Achiros doesn’t have.

I saw soldiers resembling the ‘Degraded Colossal Warriors’ that Han Yu-sung possessed.
Unlike the ones on this side, these Colossal Warriors retained their full power.
Beyond that, there were numerous traces suggesting divine support.

“How amusing. That prideful Lord of Justice accepting help from others. Did you lack confidence to win alone?”

A laugh bordering on mockery echoed from not far away.
And moments later, a familiar voice rang out.

[“I too initially believed I needed no assistance, but what can be done? The Gods themselves offered their aid willingly.”]
“So you simply accepted their help without hesitation?”
[“Was there reason to refuse?”]

Achiros, the Lord of Justice, responded with a scoff.
He had decided to accept divine aid to secure victory. He was intervening within the permitted bounds of this Lords’ War as well.
In many ways, it was conduct far removed from ‘Justice’ itself.
Yet Achiros showed no concern whatsoever.

‘Hardly surprising.’

Such was the nature of Lords.
Beyond that, I knew from my previous life when I clashed with Achiros.
His ‘Justice’ differed from conventional justice.
Justice established by his own standards, for himself alone, his own justice.
It likely did not deviate greatly from the justice he proclaimed.

[“Though perhaps even such aid was unnecessary.”]

Achiros spoke thus, turning his gaze toward the War Covenant Members.
Compared to the Oath Keepers of Justice, their numbers and caliber fell short.
One could sense the haste with which the Lords’ War had been declared.

[“Did you truly believe forces of this magnitude could bring me down? Lord of War. Even after suffering such catastrophic defeat, have you still not learned?”]
[….]

Achiros’s gaze turned toward Kakasha.

[“Have you forgotten already? The memory of leading overwhelmingly superior forces, confidently declaring a Lords’ War against me, only to be defeated. And that pathetic figure of yours, fleeing with everything stripped away.”]
[….]

Kakasha did not respond.
He harbored the same thoughts himself.

[I loathe admitting it, yet your words ring true. My conduct was utterly shameful. Intoxicated by successive victories, I harbored baseless certainty that I would triumph over you in this war.]

As it had always been.
I believed I would seize glorious victory, and the Lord of Justice would fall beneath the banner of war.
Yet the outcome proved the inverse. I suffered a catastrophic defeat, and all the Oath-takers who followed me perished in that place.
A calamity born of recklessness and arrogance.

[I should have borne the responsibility for my defeat and died there. Yet I clung to life shamefully instead….]

Whoooosh!
As if resonating with Kakasha’s emotions, crimson flames engulfed all directions.

[Lord of Justice. To inflict upon you the defeat I have endured—that catastrophic, existence-shattering defeat!]

The price of my defeat shall be paid without fail.
Yet that reckoning need not come until after my vengeance is complete.
Kakasha’s eyes, burning with fury, fixed upon Achiros.

[“…Vengeance. How utterly trivial.”]

Such was Achiros’s reply to Kakasha’s wrath.
He scoffed with utter disdain.

[“Nothing shall change, Lord of War. You, weakened far beyond the state in which you fell to me—do you truly believe you can break me now? Did you think the human at your side could accomplish it?”]
[“No. It is impossible. All of it!”]

Radiant light erupted in response to the turbulent emotions, consuming all directions. That luminescence descended upon the Sworn Servants of Justice, bestowing upon them formidable power.
Light gathered once more in the void.
It assumed the familiar form of a ‘Lord.’ The luminous figure wielded a blade of judgment, pointing it at Han Yu-sung.

[“The fate awaiting you remains unchanged. Catastrophic defeat! And this time, you shall not escape. Lord of War…!”]
[If you can, then try!]

The auras of the two Lords clashed violently.
Space itself twisted, and the ground trembled fiercely.
Most Players couldn’t withstand the pressure from the collision of such tremendous power and coughed up blood.
Only a handful of Players remained unaffected.
One of them, Han Yu-sung, gazed at the figure across from him.

“I wondered who became an Apostle, and it was that bastard.”

The camp of Justice.
A man stood at its forefront.
Like Han Yu-sung, he possessed enough strength to resist the auras of the two Lords.
The man’s gaze fixed upon Han Yu-sung with unwavering resolve.
A smile naturally bloomed at the corners of Han Yu-sung’s mouth.

“You talk too much for nothing, Lord of Justice.”

The two Lords’ auras that had been clashing violently suddenly grew faint.
Achiros’s gaze, which had been fixed on Kakasha, turned toward Han Yu-sung.

“Is it impossible, or is it not? My answer is simple.”

Han Yu-sung gripped his weapons.
In one hand, the Flame of War; in the other, the Spear of Divine Destruction.
Intense crimson flames erupted alongside ominous demonic energy.

“You will fall.”

By our hands.
Achiros clicked his tongue in displeasure upon hearing that answer.

[“Nonsense. My Oath-takers, judge those who defy Justice! Leave not a single one, annihilate them all!”]
[I shall stand with you!]

The moment the Lords’ battle began.

* * *

Sounds erupted from all directions.

Clang! Whoooosh!

“Ugh, arghhhh!”
“For the Lord of Justice! Offer your lives!”

An endless metallic din. War cries to kindle the fighting spirit. Screams twisted in agony.
In the midst of that cacophony, a man stood motionless.

“Haaah…”

An Apostle serving Justice—Nakamura Kaito.
Unmistakable tension etched itself across his features.

‘I never imagined the weight of the Apostle’s position would feel this heavy.’

The reason was burden.
‘Apostle’.
A position every Oath-taker yearned to claim. With the Lord’s favor came commensurate resources and support.
Kaito had once desired it as well.
So had Ahn Byung-un, now deceased.

‘Had circumstances been different, I would have rejoiced.’

Under ordinary circumstances, I would never have ascended to the Apostle’s rank.
Japan possessed formidable rivals—the Maezato father and son among them.
Especially with Maezato Oju’s existence, all the more so.
I could only claim this position because they had fallen.
And Lee Su-ho as well.

‘And the one who killed them all…’

They had all perished by the same hand.
Han Yu-sung, the Korean player. Now my destined adversary.
Victory was far from assured.
Han Yu-sung was a monster beyond all standards. Even with the Apostle’s position and its vast resources, I could not guarantee victory against such an opponent.

[“You understand, don’t you? Bring me victory, Apostle.”]
“…Yes, my Lord.”

But I must win.
Nakamura Kaito gripped the spear in his hand tightly. It was the Holy Spear, an SS-rank sacred relic bestowed by the Lord of Justice as a blessing for the Apostle’s victory.
This sacred relic even possessed the effect of being enhanced to SSS-rank upon meeting certain conditions. It was a tremendous relic to have been granted.
That wasn’t all.

‘Equipment, and divine grace for the Apostle as well.’

I had everything I could possibly have.
I had no intention of being careless. Unlike Maezato and his son or Lee Su-ho who had died before, I had no intention of underestimating my opponent and dying.
Nakamura Kaito was a player known for his caution.
I had collected all information regarding Han Yu-sung and learned how he fought. And I had even learned how to resist him.

‘I can do this. If it’s me….’

If I’m an Apostle favored by the Lord, I can do this.
No, I must do this.
Nakamura Kaito moved forward slowly, gripping the Holy Spear.
Approaching from the opposite side was Han Yu-sung.

“I never thought the arrogant Lord of Justice would create an Apostle. If that were the case, she should have made Lee Su-ho an Apostle from the start.”

The distance between Nakamura Kaito and Han Yu-sung gradually narrowed.
Han Yu-sung chuckled as he watched Nakamura Kaito approaching.

“To think she’d grant the Apostle position to someone so far beneath her standards.”
“….”

It was a clear provocation.
Not worth engaging with. There was no reason to fall for such a taunt.
Nakamura Kaito maintained his focus and unleashed a formidable divine power.
The divine power enveloping him soon transformed into armor forged from pure light.
Three pairs of radiant wings erupted from his back.

“So you have nothing to say? That’s not bad either.”

Han Yu-sung, observing the spectacle, likewise unleashed his power.
From him surged a sinister black aura.
It was Demonic Energy.

“….”

Nakamura Kaito and the Oath Keepers of Justice froze in place.
They all knew well the magnitude of power that Han Yu-sung’s demonic energy possessed, and what transpired each time he unleashed it.
They understood it all too clearly.
But.

[“You know what must be done. Wait for the moment.”]

The situation had changed now.
In the past, they would have agonized over how to counter that demonic energy.
But there was no need for that anymore. With the Arbiter’s aid, with the sacred relic he had bestowed, they could withstand the demonic energy.
More than that—it would become their opportunity.

‘Wait for the moment.’

Nakamura Kaito drew in a deep breath.
He watched as Han Yu-sung’s demonic energy engulfed everything around them, converging upon the crimson spear he gripped.
There was no reason to fear.

“Then.”

Han Yu-sung’s foot struck the ground.
His form shot toward Nakamura Kaito in an instant.
The spear, brimming with demonic energy compressed to its absolute limit, trembled violently.

“Let’s end this quickly.”

The distance between them closed in a heartbeat.
Nakamura Kaito’s eyes widened.
This was it. This was the moment.
The moment the Lord of Justice and he had been waiting for.

[Sacred Relic, 【Gaze of the Absolute】 is activated.]

Achiros used the sacred relic as if he had been waiting for this moment.
A formidable power swept across the entire area.
Nakamura Kaito, who had been preparing a decisive strike while gripping the holy spear, thrust his arm forward without hesitation.
In his pupils, he saw Han Yu-sung’s face—an expression of bewilderment as the demonic energy was erased by the overwhelming force.
But only for a moment.

‘…!’

A deep smile bloomed across that face.
As if he had foreseen this very situation….
A smile that sent a chill racing down Nakamura Kaito’s spine.

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