The Return of the Legendary Golden-Handed Blacksmith - Chapter 355

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Chapter 355
355.
Once Gordan had made his decision, he set aside all other misgivings.
Now only the matter of facing Jin-woo before him remained.
From this moment forward, he and the guild members he had gathered would face a legend.
Whether they would break the legend and become a new one themselves, or become prey to the legend, depended entirely on their confidence.
“Plan A is Divine Realm!”
Divine Realm, the superior Skill of Divine Territory, was literally a Skill that unfolded a sacred realm, true to its name.
A holy deity was involved in this sacred space.
This Divine Realm was Gordan’s trump card.
Once Divine Realm unfolded, a Necromancer’s Class might as well cease to exist.
Within the holy domain, everything related to the Undead would burn away.
Every summoned being and subordinate of the Necromancer fell into that category.
Jin-woo’s equipment is certainly excellent.
But even excellent equipment becomes truly formidable only in the right hands.
“All we need to do is endure until Divine Realm unfolds! Our victory will be confirmed then! Jin-woo has nothing but his Familiars! Without his Familiars, his equipment means nothing!”
Gordan shouted loudly.
“Citadel!”
This Skill was centered on Citadel.
He was a Priest Ranker and a high-ranking Holy Priest who loomed over Necromancers and beast Summoners alike like a nightmare.
His Class far outranked that of an ordinary Holy Priest, and like the Vice-Guild Master, he was a Ranker with a Semi-Legend Class Profession.
Citadel was the key.
He was the heart-seeker who would capture and hunt legends.
“Yes!”
Citadel’s resolute expression shone through.
A soft swallow.
Until now, he had purified countless Undead and captured many users with the Necromancer Class.
“I shall do this properly.”
None of them had withstood Divine Territory.
If it couldn’t be unfolded, a Necromancer would have a considerable advantage, but once it spread, it was over.
Yet Jin-woo had endured in its very depths without hesitation.
He had never seen anything like it. He never imagined there could be an Undead that would resist Divine Territory so brazenly. That’s why he had no choice but to steel himself.
He would capture Jin-woo decisively with Divine Realm.
That was all that occupied his mind.
“I will surely purify him.”
“Let’s go.”
Crack!
Gordan gripped the Polar Moon Greatsword tightly.
Then he dropped into a low stance.
From that low posture came an explosive dash. Simultaneously, he wielded the Polar Moon Greatsword with speed.
“Full Moon.”
Shriek!
He deliberately did not target the Familiars.
The true enemy was Jin-woo, after all.
So he aimed at Jin-woo to tip even the smallest luck in his own favor.
Whoosh.
Before Gordan came First and Pur, rushing out at tremendous speed.
Crash!
First’s and Pur’s weapons met that Full Moon strike head-on.
Clang!
The Eternal Cycle Sword struck the side of the Polar Moon Greatsword while the War Hammer came down on its upper portion.
Clang!
The Polar Moon Greatsword cried out.
Gordan, who held the Polar Moon Greatsword, also flinched at the violent impact. Never did he expect such power. But he didn’t simply endure this attack—he activated a parry Skill.
“Crescent Parry.”
It was a Skill that dispersed the impact coming to his weapon and himself, then created an afterimage.
Swoosh.
Gordan seemed to darken like a shadow, and his true body appeared behind First and Pur.
“Even weakened, this is the level of damage they deal.”
Under Divine Territory, First and Pur were in a weakened state.
On top of that, the guild leader now wore multiple holy powers around himself.
It was the ultimate advantageous matchup.
Crash!
Yet even with all this, the damage was still this severe.
But despite that, Gordan glimpsed hope for a moment.
Swoosh!
This is manageable. At this level, there’s a real fight here.
“At this rate… it’s enough.”
I can win this.
Gordan’s eyes grew sharper.
It seemed he might not even need to wait for Divine Realm to unfold.
Clang!
After Gordan collided with First and Pur, the scattered elite forces began to pressure Speed and Bone.
“Grrrraawww!”
“Howl!”
“Kahahaha! Not even holy power can stop me!”
Bone bluffed tremendously.
His massive frame made him take even greater damage from the holy power. Yet he bore it all without complaint.
Bone held everything except himself in contempt, but he trusted his master Jin-woo’s words with absolute faith.
Jin-woo had said there was a way.
He had said he would give Bone the means to endure this holy power, so until that moment came, all Bone could do was believe in Jin-woo’s words and give his best effort.
So he bluffed with all his might.
“Kahahaha! Moltus! It seems I need your strength!”
Bone blocked the countless spells flying toward Moltus with his bone wings. Moltus was the most vulnerable to holy power among all the Familiars.
As a typical mage, his health was not particularly impressive.
“…Thank you.”
“A most welcome acknowledgment!”
The more it happened, the more confident Bone and the others became.
We can win this.
As an Undead, one cannot escape the effects of holy power. Just as the guild leader said, it’s only about enduring—and enduring again!
“Target the mage!”
“Target Moltus!”
They already knew all the names of Jin-woo’s Familiars. So singling them out was very easy.
“Combat Mechanics!”
The Combat Mechanics moved actively, employing tactics that pressured their opponents methodically—not an all-or-nothing approach like JP-1, but a steady, overwhelming strategy.
Shriek!
A machine-engineering apparatus full of steam targeted Bone.
Crash!
“Not so fast!”
Poison Breath erupted forth.
In the chaos, Speed and Bone moved again.
“Pin!”
Pin spun and attacked, recreating the scene from when he had fought the vanguard before. But the weakened Familiars could not perform as impressively as before.
Time was running out.
The constantly burning holy power meant the Familiars were reaching their limits. As they fought alongside these exhausting Familiars, the guild members arrived at the same conclusion as their guild leader.
Perhaps they could win more easily than they had anticipated.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Meanwhile, First and Pur continued their fierce battle with Gordan—moving as if unaffected by the holy power.
!
Gordan recalled Prudaite, the Vice-Guild Master of Special Months. He was a man of keen judgment.
Especially his sense for battlefield awareness was exceptional—that alone was why Gordan had appointed him Vice-Guild Master.
He believed that reading angles and making quick decisions based on those angles was what a guild needed most.
If Prudaite, with his exceptional sense, had been facing this, he would have retreated.
The question was why he hadn’t retreated and instead died.
“Now I understand.”
There was no angle from which to escape.
Even while weakened by Divine Territory, these two Familiars perfectly read Gordan’s every move.
They read him.
They anticipate him.
And they compensate.
What was crude in movement becomes refined with intellect. Their movements had become entirely calibrated to counter Gordan.
“Hah. They’ve improved.”
Moreover, Jin-woo’s equipment transcended what he had felt during the Eternal Sunshine encounter.
Clang! Clang!
Lucanfrost’s equipment surpassed the MR+ Grade.
Top of the top.
Yet even so, it now matched Jin-woo’s equipment closely. No—it felt as though it was barely holding against Jin-woo’s gear.
Crash!
Clang!
“Moonlight Strike.”
Gordan’s Polar Moon Greatsword drove straight into First’s abdomen. It was a perfectly timed thrust, accelerated at the last instant.
The sensation in his hands was unmistakably solid.
First staggered backward, momentarily stunned by the blow.
In that instant, exultation bloomed across Gordan’s face.
This was it. This moment was when he would break the legend.
With that conviction, he moved even more boldly.
“Blood Rage.”
Swoosh!
It was a powerful Skill that rapidly depleted his health while sacrificing Stats to shroud his entire body in buffs.
Now was the time. He could not afford to give his opponent a moment’s respite.
Having seized the advantage, he had to finish First here and now. Dispose of First, then capture Jin-woo.
Reach out to Jin-woo.
“I end the legend here!”
It was time to bury his fear in this place.
Crash!
Under the Blood Rage, First continued to be driven backward by Gordan’s relentless assault.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Crash!
“This won’t do anymore.”
Jin-woo, observing all of this, reached a conclusion.
The time for watching had ended.
‘I understand now the level of weakening caused by Divine Territory.’
The state of his Familiars.
The equipment they wielded.
‘This was invaluable experience.’
If he continued gathering more experience, he might lose. So he had to execute his method right now.
“Summoning.”
The Summoning Workshop opened.
Jin-woo retrieved the materials he had obtained earlier by dismantling the Combat Mechanics from inside this workshop.
Then he swiftly refined the usable Runestones from among them.
Crackle. Crackle-crackle.
Crash!
The moment Jin-woo opened the Summoning Workshop, Gordan moved with lightning speed.
“Stop Jin-woo at all costs! Even if we die, it doesn’t matter now!”
Jin-woo of NewGen was a craftsman who ranged across the battlefield.
His greatest strength was his adaptability.
If his equipment fell short or he faced an opponent he couldn’t beat in his current state, he would overturn the situation right there through crafting.
Gordan was determined to prevent that at all costs.
He had told them to die as late as possible, but now that Jin-woo had opened that workshop, they had to stop him even if it meant their deaths.
Even if Jin-woo revived them as corpses afterward, it didn’t matter. They had to stop him first.
More precisely, they had to disrupt him.
Gordan knew very well how ironclad a shield First and Pur formed around Jin-woo. So disruption would suffice.
Break Jin-woo’s concentration. That would be enough.
Shriek!
A single mechanical arrow flew toward Jin-woo, trailing white steam and a bright red Magic Core, aiming precisely for his arm.
Crack!
The instant it made contact, Jin-woo twisted his body and evaded it. No—he hadn’t evaded it.
“…Damn.”
Jin-woo was concentrating. So the arrow hadn’t been dodged; it had simply been naturally avoided as a byproduct of his crafting motions.
Jin-woo grasped the Wave Carving Knife.
Crash!
Jin-woo’s crafting began.

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