Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Why Are We Winning?
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“Hey, why are we winning this?”
Yoo Seongwon, right in the middle of the fight, was just as baffled.
They’d clashed again with the Archdemon Beasts, pumped full of buffs, but for some reason, the knights had turned it into this weird group battle where they only defended against incoming attacks aimed at him and coordinated perfect hits. He wasn’t even doing much, and they were winning.
[Purruk! What… what the hell is this! Hiiiiiik!]
[Yip yip! You idiot, why’d you hit me?]
“Get out of the way! The bastards slipped behind us! Buhiik!]
“Damn! Damn! Just you all back off. I’ll handle it… Kruk!]
Did they have zero concept of teamwork? The Archdemon Beasts fought with overwhelming power and speed, but it was like cooperation didn’t exist in their dictionary.
Sure, their swinging weapons and fists were aimed at Yoo Seongwon’s group, but they didn’t even notice allies in the path and just swung anyway.
And the pig-headed Archdemon Beast Iberico, who cast magic, didn’t seem to know friend from foe—he was blasting spells everywhere indiscriminately.
“No wonder they’re losing. It’d be weirder if they won. Heh hah hat.”
[No… coordination… no strategy.]
[Primitive tribal-level warfare. No match for our cutting-edge mobile tactics.]
“One’s going down! Finish it off, Captain!”
“Uh… uh yeah! Got it!”
In contrast, Yoo Seongwon and his knights were in perfect sync without even needing to talk.
Dodging the Archdemon Beasts’ attacks felt like they’d been fighting together for years. Krokbane would trip Remrem with his butcher knife, Gaulpf and Akaron would pin its arms with sword and anchor, Seom-myeol would dart around sowing chaos in the other Archdemon Beasts’ attacks or deflecting them to create an opening, and Yoo Seongwon would deliver the finisher.
[Meeeh!]
“Begone in defeat! Genghis Khan!”
Kwang!
Remrem, the two-headed sheep Archdemon Beast, took a direct hit from the Titan’s pile driver. Its head exploded in a spray of blood and brains.
With one of the six Archdemon Beasts finally down, not just them but even the pastor was stunned.
Their victory formula had been perfect.
Mobilizing six Archdemon Beasts at once, teaming up with Oh Kyung-hoon—the top S-Rank buffer among hunters—to amp them up. It was an ideal, flawless plan.
“Hmm, what… what’s going on here? Guild Master Oh Kyung-hoon?”
“Those beast bastards are just idiots. Can’t even handle group combat, let alone adapt to the stat buffs. Whoa, what are they doing?”
“Can’t adapt?”
“Exactly, Pastor. They should’ve trained together beforehand… Tsk. The buffs backfired. And those guys really… really have no clue about cooperation. Ki ki kik. Pathetic.”
As an S-Rank hunter and guild leader in Seoul, Oh Kyung-hoon could spot the Archdemon Beasts’ flaws right away.
These S-Rank monsters couldn’t even control their boosted stats properly, and with zero teamwork, they weren’t living up to their numbers.
“Look at those damn guys over there. Their synergy is pissing me off it’s so good.”
[Master… defend… together.]
“Yeah! Got it!”
[Next… forward…….]
Thwoong!
Yoo Seongwon’s Titan pile driver and Krokbane’s butcher knife crossed to block Przewalski’s strike, shoving it back before charging forward in unison.
Yoo Seongwon parried the bone hammer from the earth dog Tosadog with his pile driver while Krokbane slashed its leg in a flawless combo.
“Overkill became poison. Cancel the buffs now, and it’s back to square one. No, with that sheep dead, their plan’s shot anyway. Five on five now—one by one, we carve them up…….”
“Hmm, so my strategy failed?”
“Yeah, you dumbass. You just sicced them on blindly without gauging S-Rank monsters properly, and this mess happened. You failed. You just made those guys stronger. Killing one S-Rank monster nets so much EXP… They probably leveled up, stats boosted even more? Damn!”
Oh Kyung-hoon griped at the pastor like he was pathetic.
He’d betrayed humanity for revenge, stuck with the pastor—the plan was solid, but watching buffed S-Rank monsters get wrecked instead? He couldn’t help but sigh.
“So what now? Stick around, and your losses just pile up.”
“Urgh, but with one less head, they’re fighting better, starting to adapt maybe. So for now…….”
Paradoxically, the Archdemon Beasts fought easier after Remrem died.
With one less hindrance in their group combat disability, the pastor thought pulling back two or three to let the rest shine would turn the tide.
He was about to use magic to signal Przewalski and Remrem to retreat when—
[Kee meeeeeeek!]
“What’s that sound?”
“Aaah…! Gotman!”
A tearing, scream-like wail echoed from afar.
If the fierce front line here had made him forget, he’d forgotten—but another Archdemon Beast, Gotman, was fighting Blue Dragon Guild’s S-Rank trio.
With the front stabilized, spare A- and B-Rank hunters plus regular guilds recovered and rushed to support Blue Dragon Guild, finishing Gotman off.
“…Phew~ We won.”
“We did it! We cleared this trial!”
“About time for a bonus.”
Blue Dragon Guild’s victory was the fatal blow that made it impossible for the pastor to keep the war going.
The embedded Scavengers were subdued or turned back to hunters, the barrier was under repair, soldiers returned with restored supply lines, and minor monsters were getting pushed back by firepower again.
“No choice but to retreat. Whew~ Golden Dragon Knight, who knew he was this strong. Guess I’ll have to call…….”
“Anyway, keep at it. Hit me up if we need to team up again. Can’t leave Singangnam empty too long or it raises suspicion~ Next time, maybe work with Blue Dragon Guild on a plan…….”
“Ah~ Hold on, Guild Master Oh Kyung-hoon. We lost and have to pull back, but you did your part—I should show my thanks.”
With that, the pastor pulled a small box from his inventory and handed it to Oh Kyung-hoon.
Pleased by the gesture toward a precious S-Rank hunter despite being a Scavenger, Oh Kyung-hoon took it and opened it immediately.
Inside was a ring embedded with a pricey-looking gem, radiating strong mana—Rare-grade or higher, for sure.
“Oho, not bad. But options are what matter—let’s see those.”
“Who’m I giving it to? You think I’d hand out faulty goods?”
“Haha hat, guys giving stuff like this usually pull tricks. Nullification spells or straight-up poison. Countless times. Anyway, you swore on the constellation, Pastor……!”
Mid-boast, Oh Kyung-hoon felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Through the agony, he saw the dagger stabbing his chest—and the pastor gripping it. Staring in shock, he muttered,
“You… you… Kugh! How… kuhuk!?”
The pastor had sworn on the ‘constellation’ not to harm him.
He couldn’t understand how this happened.
Feeling death creep in with the pain, Oh Kyung-hoon glared at the pastor.
The man smiled like a saint, still clutching the dagger, and explained.
“Ever hear of Saint Peter? He said he’d never abandon Jesus even if everyone else did—but that very night, he denied him three times. Heh heh heh. But later, forgiven by the resurrected Jesus, he was entrusted with tending the flock.”
“Kuh! Kuh! …What’s… that got to do…….”
“I faithfully served Slaughter King and received many graces, but refused them all. All I wanted was to serve him. But refusing too much felt like defying his will, so I told him the tale of Saint Peter and asked for three chances to deny him.”
Three chances to break a constellation oath. The authority Slaughter King granted the pastor.
A precious opportunity not to be wasted—but using it to take an S-Rank hunter’s life? Worth it.
“You… bast… ard…….”
“Heh heh heh, can’t let us take all the losses, right?”
And with that, Oh Kyung-hoon breathed his last.
The pastor grabbed the corpse, summoned a Slaughter King demon subordinate, and fled north.
The surviving Archdemon Beasts followed in retreat.
Thus, the war with the pastor, which claimed countless lives, ended without declaring a clear victor.
***
At the pastor’s withdrawal signal, the Archdemon Beasts glared fiercely but retreated more obediently than expected.
Gaulpf watched them go, leaving only Remrem’s corpse, and asked Yoo Seongwon what to do.
[Contractor, shall we not pursue? Their buffs seem to have worn off.]
“Let ’em go. They haven’t even used their trump card transformations yet… And honestly, I’m beat. I wanna rest. Just wanna rest!”
From Goblin Empire dungeon to Gwangju, Busan, and now Seoul—back-to-back brutal fights.
Yoo Seongwon, with barely a wink of sleep, was sick of battle.
He started looting Remrem’s corpse right away.
“Sheep bastard—Archdemon Beast pays well, as expected. Not a bad haul, so grab it all and let’s bounce. I’m wiped. Before any weirdos show up…….”
“Excuse me! Golden Dragon Knight! Mind a quick chat?”
Just as he finished and turned to leave, someone in ancient Greek-style armor approached.
Obvious Olympus Guild member—Yoo Seongwon grimaced and shut it down firmly.
“Nope, no can do. Go home. Wanna talk? Ping me in like a month. Bye.”
“Huh? Wait, um…….”
“Can’t hear you. Can’t hear you. Can’t hear you. Can’t hear you. Can’t hear you. Can’t hear you. Can’t hear you. Can’t hear you. Can’t hear you. Can’t hear you. Can’t hear you.”
Waving him off like a kid refusing a fight, Yoo Seongwon vanished like the wind.
The Olympus Guild messenger couldn’t catch him and eyed the knights instead, but they’d long fled to the Knight Order Sanctuary.
Staring blankly into empty air, the messenger sighed helplessly and contacted someone else.