Chapter 235
Chapter 235
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 235
Chapter Title: Holy War Army
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"Hell! This place is hell!"
The world war that drove tens of millions of people to miserable deaths!
The 6.25 War where fellow Koreans hated and fought each other!
Japan's imperialism that dyed the vast lands of China and Russia in blood! The Gulf War! The Vietnam War! The wicked warlords of Africa who even now rampage endlessly, squeezing the life out of the common folk!
"Oh... Ooh...! Ooooh!!!! No! This tragedy can't be happening!"
The horrific atrocities humanity wrought and the tears of massacred civilians began overlapping in my vision! Humans! How could humans be so foolish!
Vile beasts that can't survive without making war!
"The Third World War will erupt again over extreme ideological and racial conflicts!"
Seeing war unfold right before my eyes—something I'd only heard about—made my heart pound like mad, driving me to the brink of insanity! This... this must be war panic attack! -Crack! The sound of a skull shattering, -Splash! blood spraying, -Thud! a corpse collapsing!
The melody played by hell's demons!
This world where humans live... it was hell itself!
"Then I must become a demon of hell!"
-Flash!
These horrific scenes suddenly started feeling unreal. Is this... reality? I couldn't tell. The only thing I knew was that war was an absolute catastrophe that must never happen.
"Kieeeek—!!!!"
Mana twisted in rage whipped through my mind, and boiling hatred dyed my vision red. In this crimson world, I charged forward to stop the war.
The war had already begun.
No ordinary means could end it.
So, with my own hands.
"I'll kill all the heretics."
And end the war.
-Whoosh!
Using mana to surpass human limits.
The explosive speed slicing through the air felt exhilarating.
Torn wind brushed my face, and my primal muscles howled in ecstasy. Runner's high! The thrill of the chase! In an instant, I reached my destination!
"Th-that bastard right there!!"
"Fuck! Take him out!"
Bandits emerging from alleyways entered my sight. They were my targets. I charged straight at them.
Two of them: one in leather armor, the other in just his underwear.
War.
These were the villains of humanity who started the war...!
No Hitlers, Stalins, or Tojo Hidekis needed in this world.
Come to think of it, exactly three of them.
"You Hitler bastard!"
Without a word, I swung my sword at full speed. The panicked guy tried to block, but my swordsmanship at its peak wasn't something a mere bandit could parry.
"Wha, guh! H-hey! Wait! I'm a mercenary!"
"Shut your tattooed Nazi-ass mouth!"
-Clang!
I knocked aside his clumsily raised sword and drove my blade into his collarbone. "Kyaaak!" As he tried to scream, I kicked his chest and immediately moved to purge the next A-grade war criminal with fluid footwork.
"Fuck, run!"
He tried to flee, but once in my range, there was no escaping alive. After killing so freely until now, he thought he could run from death?
As if I'd allow that.
"You're Stalin!"
-Slash!
"Gaaack!!!!"
I slammed my bastard sword down with full force, cleaving him in two. He might've been Panties Man too, but it wasn't the fashion of an expert—just a pathetic loser who rolled out of bed.
With two sliced up in an instant, the last one collapsed, pissing himself. -Hiss... His underwear soaked through. And tears streaming down simultaneously.
"H-hee... Sp-spare m-me..."
Daring to beg for mercy from Demon Kim Katt?
I ignited the soul of a pacifist.
"And you're Tojo Hideki."
-Stab!
No hesitation whatsoever as I thrust the blade in. Showing mercy to war criminals like these would insult humanity's foundation.
-Splash.
Pulling the sword from his heart unleashed a gush of dark red blood. He crumpled, spilling piss, tears, and blood. A fitting end for filthy heretic war criminals.
"Haa... haa..."
My breath came in ragged gasps.
Three down, but the war wasn't over.
I had to exterminate every heretic in this land to end it. I gulped water from my canteen and rummaged through the leather-armored bandit's corpse. In the chaos, I just grabbed his wallet and trinkets.
Pocketing them filled me with irrepressible joy.
This was war profiteering.
"Ah, it's awfully noisy."
-Thud, thud.
Then, a massive monster of a man emerged from the building ahead. A lunatic with a huge axe slung over his shoulder and a necklace of woven human skulls.
His face was covered in Ezath cult tattoos.
"Did the church dogs come barging in?"
A powerhouse.
I sensed it instinctively.
This guy was the real deal.
"You there. You killed my boys."
He yawned and pointed at me.
"I didn't kill 'em."
"What?"
"I didn't kill them."
"..."
He silently drew his axe.
Fuck!
No opening to run! Turning my back on a powerhouse like this was suicide! That's why I couldn't flee!
Mom!
My senses snapped alert! Mom help! What the hell is this situation!
Why's the boss popping up here!
"I didn't kill 'em—they just died here, so I was gonna, y'know, bury 'em in a sunny spot."
"...Some kinda lunatic?"
"Their souls are the ones gone."
"Freak."
-Sss...
Black energy began seeping from his shoulders, evaporating ominously. That intensely evil aura was enough to terrify anyone who saw it.
I was scared shitless.
War this, war that—my mind cleared in a flash.
The mental fog lifted.
"I am Jerdas, blessed by Ezath himself and ascended to transcendence. You... got an ugly mug that rubs me wrong."
"You ultimate war criminal fuck. You look like shit too."
"Ha, unbelievable."
Just facing him, I could feel his immense power. As he said, probably empowered by a false god's wicked strength. The bandit calling himself Jerdas strode toward me.
Mom fuck!
I backed away stealthily!
One mistake and I'm dead!
No winning this.
Run, no question.
Using my razor-sharp senses, I calculated the optimal escape route and timing. Plenty of holy knights nearby—time it right, and I could slip away!
I babbled nonsense, drew my sword, and feigned an attack stance.
"Gonna charge?"
"You think I wouldn't?"
"What a ridiculous fucker."
The moment I faked him out to bolt.
-Flash!
-Boom!
-Boom!
-Boom!
-Boom!
A massive roar kicked up dust.
"Huh?"
-Rumble...
From all directions, Radiant Cross Society crusaders dropped like paratroopers! -Crash! From building rooftops, they descended like meteors, slamming into the ground!
Five of them!
I'm saved!
"Friend! Leave this heretic to us!"
A familiar black-pantied man shouted!
His nipples, barely covered by a black leather belt, were striking.
"You're my best buddy Arkio!"
"Yeah!"
-Clank, clank. Covered head to toe in blood, the crusaders encircled Jerdas with eerie creaks. Their bizarre helmets made them faceless, but Jerdas burst into laughter amid it all, as if delighted.
"Haha, ha—hahaha!!"
A voice as massive as his frame!
His laughter echoed thunderously!
"I'll slaughter you all!"
Finally stopping, he raised his axe high.
"You pathetic church scum! Behold the true power of Lord Ezath!"
-Whoosh!
In an instant, Jerdas swung the axe wide! Unbelievable speed for a colossal axe over ten kilos!
A devastating blow that could cleave an ogre!
"Die—! You vermin!!!!!"
-Swoosh!
But the axe cleaved only air.
"...What?!"
His eyes bulged.
"Foolish."
"Heretic."
"Scum."
The five crusaders leaped like monkeys, dodging in unison. The axe traced a futile arc, and the airborne crusaders pounced on Jerdas.
"Death to the heretic."
"We'll turn you to fertilizer."
-Slash!
"Guhk!"
In a flash, over five bizarre blades pierced Jerdas! -Stab! -Thud! No matter his false god's power, these were holy knights—top-tier killers blessed by true divinity!
He couldn't win against five!
"Y-you bastards!!!"
Jerdas swung his arm. "Huh?!" But his wrist severed instantly. For every one attack he made, they struck five times!
No one could handle five alone.
"This victory to the Order God!"
-Boom!
"Krahk!"
Blood sprayed as Jerdas fell, and the crusaders seized his arms, legs, and head.
N-no way!
"St-stop! Let go! Let me go! Release me!!"
-Flash!
Simultaneously, they yanked in five directions! Dismemberment! Pure dismemberment! Originally done with horses or oxen—an ultra-cruel execution—but these crusaders did it with raw strength!
"U-uwaaaaaah!!!!!!!"
-Rip!
Screams erupted as his limbs tore off! Left with just his head, he wailed pathetically like the mummified Dalma found in remote Chinese hinterlands!
"Gruuuuwaaaah—!!!!"
I pointed at him!
"Serves you right, you loser! Strutting in like hot shit! Hated your ugly mug from the start!"
This heretic war criminal!
That's your end!
"Turn this one into a human flowerpot!"
"Woooooo!!!"
"Ijermart forever!!!"
"Punish the wicked!"
Mad with fanaticism, the crusaders swung the severed limbs like primitives, dancing grotesquely. Terrified by the insane sight, I bolted from the scene.
They're completely nuts!
Not right in the head...!
Come to think of it, what about Claudy and Winia?
Heading back, I saw holy knights swarming. What? Taking down a boss? And there was Winia, wearing the backpack I'd ditched.
"You fucking blackie! Where'd you run off to, showing up now!"
"S-sorry! Winia. You okay? No injuries?"
"...Nah, not really. Teamed up with the holy knights, so fine. But anyway."
Winia handed me the backpack and pointed her staff somewhere.
"Look over there."
"What's... Whoa!"
I spotted Claudy's back.
And ahead of her: a dead-end alley packed with heretics in a frenzied pile-up.
"Kwaaa! Hurry! Climb over quick!"
"Move! Get outta the way, you fuckers!!"
"Fight back, you idiots!!"
Dozens of heretics, no escape left, clawed at walls in terror, eyes locked on Claudy!
World War Z?!
-Stealthily.
Cladhy drew her twin curved swords and advanced slowly. -Flash! Her hood fell, violet hair fluttering.
Explosive speed!
Like a missile, Claudy crashed into the heretics!
"M-my god!"
Everyone here had gathered to watch this!
-Slashslashslash!!!
"Kwaaaaaak!!!"
"Zuuuuaak!!!"
"Bweeeeek!!!"
A blur that was Claudy, and invisible sword trails etched red lines across dozens of heretics. Speed beyond the eye! Swords slicing air like butter!
When Claudy's blur sharpened again.
-Slash!
-Splatter!
The heretics exploded into chunks, blood and guts erupting!
Dozens massacred in that brief moment!
-Spurt!
-Splat!
Like male chicks in a grinder—a gruesome end!
Upper and lower bodies, heads and limbs collapsed!
"Uwaaaak!!!"
"Kyaaaak!!!"
"Kwaak!!"
"Stop! Please! Mercy!"
...It was hell's pandemonium.
"That big sis handled them all solo."
Surviving heretics crawled, calling for their moms. Not one unscathed. All hacked apart, wailing or silent in death.
"M-my god...! Claudy!"
Clady admired her handiwork briefly.
Then turned to us.
"So cool!"
Our Claudy is the coolest!
Executed A-grade war criminals in one go!
She pulled her hood back up as she approached.
"Mm... Tried to kill 'em all at once, but too many—didn't quite work."
Sheathing her dripping curved swords, Claudy came to me.
"Katt's here? Hehe, see that? How was it?"
"Lady Claudy is the bestest everrrr!!!"
I threw myself into her arms.