The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 359

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 359

The Lord of War and the Lord of Justice engage in the Holy War Battlefield.
News of this spread across the entire Universe in no time. It was only natural that many would turn their attention to this Holy War Battlefield.
The Lord of War, once fallen, had made a complete resurgence, and had declared vengeance against the Lord of Justice who had brought about his downfall.

“My Lord. Which side do you think will prevail?”
[Hmm… difficult to say.]

The Lord of Shadow, upon hearing the news, grew evasive.
The momentum the Lord of War displayed recently was remarkable. Had he not achieved consecutive victories against the Lord of Justice in their Lord-to-Lord battles?
Considering that, it seemed the Lord of War would emerge victorious.

[Had it been any other Lord, I would have predicted the Lord of War’s victory. But if the opponent is the Lord of Justice… hmm, it is not so simple.]

The Lord of Shadow regarded the Oath-taker who had posed the question.
Yoon Ga-ram. Tension was etched across her face.

[In turn, which side do you believe will triumph?]
“I believe…”

Yoon Ga-ram, deep in thought, exhaled a long breath.
Just as the Lord of Shadow had been, she too could not reach a clear judgment.
Especially since what was about to unfold was a ‘Holy War Battlefield.’

“…I believe the Lord of War is more likely to suffer defeat.”
[By conventional reasoning, that would be the case. In a battle between Lords, one cannot help but think the Lord of Justice has the advantage.]
“Yes. But I hope the Lord of War will emerge victorious.”

Upon hearing her answer, the Lord of Shadow smiled.

[I would hope for that as well. Regardless of the outcome…]

The Lord of Shadow lifted his gaze.
This Holy War Battlefield is special in many ways. Even the ‘Gods,’ who typically show little interest in Holy War Battlefields, were watching.
There was no need to speak of just how extraordinary this was.

[I have a premonition that many changes will unfold.]

Regardless of whether the Lord of War or the Lord of Justice emerged victorious.
The Gods observing the Holy War Battlefield harbored the same thoughts.

[I never anticipated the Lord of Justice would be driven to such straits….]

The God Arbiter kept his gaze fixed upon the Sanctuary where the Holy War Battlefield unfolded.
It was an unexpected turn of events, yet simultaneously inevitable.
Contradictory as it seemed, such was the reality.
Before the power known as ‘Primordial Chaos’, even a Lord was powerless.

[Arbiter. Is that human the one called Han Yu-sung?]
[Yes. The one who wields ‘Primordial Chaos’.]

A God standing beside Arbiter posed the question.
Morgadin, one of the Gods who oversaw God’s Trial and had lived through countless ages, gazed upon Han Yu-sung in prolonged silence.
He muttered as though unable to comprehend.

[A human wielding ‘Primordial Chaos’….]

It seemed impossible.
There was no conceivable way a human could command Primordial Chaos. Yet Han Yu-sung not only wielded it—he manipulated that power with remarkable mastery.
It transcended the expectations of Arbiter and the other Gods.
In truth, the Lord of Justice’s defeat was inevitable.

[…We have provided the Lord of Justice with all the support we could offer. Now, all that remains is to await her victory.]

Thus, he had to be eliminated now.
Arbiter and the other Gods had supported the Lord of Justice to the fullest extent, and she had completed a World-grade item.
The Lord of War would not possess a World-grade item, so perhaps they could seize victory in the Holy War Battlefield by leveraging this advantage.
If only Primordial Chaos did not overwhelm them, it might be possible.

[….]

Meanwhile, Morgadin continued to observe Han Yu-sung.
The figure of the human walking the path toward the Sanctuary of Justice seemed strangely familiar, awakening distant memories.
An ancient epithet, long since erased and forgotten, suddenly surfaced in his mind.

[The Star Annihilator….]

One called by countless alternative names.
One who conquered numerous stars and slew the gods that stood in his way. One who earned the epithet “Destroyer of Sanctities” through the culmination of those deeds.
Morgadin, who rarely betrayed emotion, spoke with unmistakable urgency.

[If necessary, I have no choice but to intervene, even if it means violating the laws.]

No matter how terrible the price I must pay.
The eyes of the gods gleamed with chilling intensity.

* * *

I walked forward along the vast expanse of the path before me.
What surfaced in my mind were the events I had endured in my previous life.
Memories of my confrontations with the Lord of Justice and Lee Su-ho continued to emerge.
Those memories led to my failures in that life.

‘It was essentially a defeat.’

In my previous life, I had been defeated in that confrontation.
I killed Lee Su-ho, but I could not kill Achiros. Achiros, who destroyed Earth, transcended beyond even a Lord and achieved apotheosis.
I reversed time to prevent that outcome.

‘This time….’

The path to the Sanctuary of Justice.
Upon reaching the end of the path, I took my final step.

‘I will set everything right.’

With singular resolve to accomplish what I had failed to achieve in my previous life.
I entered the Sanctuary.

[You are entering the Sanctuary of Justice.]
[The Sanctuary is a place where a Lord’s authority takes effect. Be cautious not to be crushed by the opposing Lord’s power.]

What I felt first was an intense holiness. Unlike ordinary sanctity, it was bitterly cold and saturated with malice.
I lifted my head.

“A desolate place indeed.”

That was Han Yu-sung’s impression as he surveyed the Sanctuary of Justice.
Brilliant light cascaded from the heavens, while the ground was filled with structures that appeared to be crafted from white marble.
What struck him most was that everything—without exception—was rendered in white.
One could call it beautiful, certainly.
Yet to Han Yu-sung, this spectacle felt barren and desolate.

[A Sanctuary that reveals its master’s temperament quite clearly.]

Kakasha clicked his tongue in disapproval.
In the Sanctuary composed entirely of white, no living being was visible—only the light pouring down from above.
Neither Achiros nor the Sworn Servants of Justice appeared anywhere.

A thunderous boom echoed through the air.

There was no need to search for their location.
A deafening roar shook the entire Sanctuary. Then, even more brilliant light poured from the heavens, and a colossal form materialized before them.
The first thing to appear was an elevated throne of jade.
And then.

[Achiros.]

A Lord seated upon the throne, gazing down upon the intruders.
His bearing resembled that of an executioner contemning the condemned, yet simultaneously that of a conqueror certain of his own victory.
The Lord of Justice, Achiros. His countless wings rippled with power, casting even more radiant light throughout his Sanctuary.

[What an absurd situation this is. To face once more a Lord I brought to ruin with my own hands. And here, in the Holy War Battlefield no less….]

Yet despite his words.
Achiros’s voice was utterly devoid of emotion.

[Do you remember, Lord of War? Your pathetic defeat, casting away everything, fleeing to preserve your miserable life? The screams of your Oath-takers as they perished by my servants’ hands?]
[….]

Kakasha clenched his teeth.

[Futile struggles, nothing more. I thought such an end for a Lord bearing a title was far too ignoble. And yet….]

Achiros, who had shown no emotion until now, clicked his tongue.
The light he summoned began to constrict Han Yu-sung and the War Covenant Members.
Like a punishment inflicted upon the guilty, slowly and deliberately.

[To think you would crawl all the way to this place. Should I praise your skill, or perhaps your remarkably fortunate luck?]
[Your tongue wags long. Were you always such a talkative Lord?]

A fierce dread flame engulfed the surrounding area.
Kakasha’s dread flame drove back the light that had been constricting the War Covenant Members, and surged forward toward Achiros, who had summoned it.
Achiros let out a scoff and casually waved his hand.
The dread flame that had surged forward vanished without a trace.

[It was merely a trivial failure.]

Achiros reflected thus.
He had let the Lord of War escape. But he did not care. He had already absorbed most of the power she possessed.
Fleeing would be meaningless. What could a Lord fallen so far possibly accomplish? Whether by his hand or another’s, she would eventually perish.
Yet all those expectations proved wrong.

[A single human being….]

Achiros’s gaze finally turned toward Han Yu-sung.
For the first time, distinct emotion flickered in eyes that had shown nothing before.
Confusion, bewilderment, humiliation, and a fury he could not shake.

[To think he could overturn this entire situation.]

To Achiros, Han Yu-sung was like an incomprehensible phenomenon.
Was it possible for a frail human—a Player who had only recently awakened—to restore a fallen Lord to her feet?
Was it possible for a Player to grow alongside a Lord?
And so Han Yu-sung became to him a calamity beyond understanding.

[You are the first to make me feel regret.]

Achiros regretted.
When had it begun? He realized that, without knowing it, he had come to feel an emotion called ‘regret’.
He regretted not completely annihilating the Lord of War who had fled. He regretted not dealing with Han Yu-sung sooner.
He regretted his own dismissal of Han Yu-sung.
A regret he had never felt since becoming a Lord gnawed at his mind.

[And this shall be the last.]

Countless wings unfurled.
A sacred yet frigid aura engulfed the Sanctuary.
The heavens split asunder, and torrents of luminous pillars crashed upon the ground. Through the cascading light, an army materialized.
The Sworn Servants of Justice, and the loyal soldiers who served Achiros.

Roooaaarrr!

In that same instant, the light pouring from the sky took form.
Beautiful angels clad in full armor. Countless angels, now given shape, arrayed themselves before Achiros.
And then.

[The Lord of Justice has manifested in this place.]

Achiros rose from his throne.
A pressure unlike anything he had ever felt before bore down upon the Sanctuary. Merely standing from his throne left him breathless.
The power emanating from her.
The authority of a Lord who had claimed countless victories had made it so.

[Nothing shall change.]

Achiros extended his hand.
Space tore open, and from within emerged a blade.
A sword forged as if from the very essence of all light that existed in the world.
The radiance the blade emitted consumed the Sanctuary.

[Lord of War, Han Yu-sung. You and your forces shall fall here.]

Just as it was in the past.
So too shall it be again this time.

Whoooosh!

[How tediously verbose you are!]

Kakasha let out a scoff.
The black flames she summoned enveloped the War Covenant Members. Those who had been holding their breath for so long finally gasped in desperate relief.

[You said nothing would change. True, had I stood alone, it would have been so. I would have faced defeat just as I did before, identical in every way. No—I wouldn’t have even dared to face you again…!]

Just as Achiros had done, Kakasha extended her hand.
Her hand trembled faintly as she reached to seize the ‘Flame of War’. She clenched her fist tightly, as if to hide that tremor.

[But now, I am not alone.]

That was how Kakasha had been in the past.
The burden of judgment rested solely upon her shoulders. There was no one to consult whether her decisions were right, no one with whom to share her thoughts.
And so, intoxicated by victory, she had spiraled into ruin and collapse.
But now, that is no longer the case.

[Here and now, I shall change everything.]

The defeats I suffered in the past.
The terrible ruin I was forced to endure.
And atonement for those who lost their lives to my misguided choices.

[Are you prepared to fall, Achiros…!]

Brimming with countless emotions, Kakasha gripped her blade.
Achiros, confronted by the brilliantly blazing flames, furrowed his brow.
As if this situation were unbearably distasteful to him.

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