Chapter 285
Chapter 285
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 285
Chapter Title: On the Ground (4)
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“Uh…… why is a human here?”
“Wait, isn’t that him? Rokan!”
“What? Rokan? Why would the human emperor come here?”
“Maybe he’s got some pact with the troll race……?”
“Nah, even so, would the emperor himself show up? He’d send an envoy or something. It’s not like humans owe us any bows.”
The troll race’s capital. Everyone was thrown into confusion by Rokan’s sudden appearance there.
What could bring the emperor of the human race crashing in like this?
Amid a flurry of guesses, even the troll guards didn’t dare point their weapons at him.
Attacking or threatening him could spark a war in an instant.
Or maybe they were just scared.
“Hmm, was it that way?”
He could’ve used polymorph to disguise himself as a troll and slip in, but he’d come here in his true form for one clear reason.
To destroy the Divine Bow Guild’s base.
Since the hideout was right in the heart of the capital, raising a ruckus might draw soldiers, but things got awkward when the troublemaker turned out to be none other than Rokan.
No matter the reason, the guy was the human emperor.
If Rokan had been an NPC, it’d be prime time to kill or capture an emperor, but he was a visitor. Even if they could kill him, he had the power to resurrect anytime.
So the guards and defense forces just trailed him warily, unable to make a move.
“Rokan…… sir? What brings you here?”
One brave troll stepped up and spoke to him.
He seemed to be part of the capital defense force via a quest, but even so, he was out of his league talking to Rokan.
Rokan, ever gracious, responded anyway.
“Mind your own business. I’ll handle mine and leave.”
It was arrogant as hell for an intruder in enemy territory, but that was Rokan for you.
The troll user who’d poked the bear got nothing for his trouble, clamped his mouth shut, and backed off—then quietly reported up the chain.
This could turn into a prestige issue for the troll race.
They needed to do something: chase him out, kill him, or drag him to Kyarus.
But Rokan moved faster.
“Aura Bombardment!”
“……!”
BOOM! RUMBLE-RUMBLE-CRASH!
He’d reached the district lined with the capital’s priciest buildings and unleashed an attack without warning.
He hammered away indiscriminately, like he meant to level the structures.
“Arghhh!”
“What the—urk!”
“It’s collapsing!”
“Get outside!”
It was the Divine Bow Guild’s hideout.
The seven-story building they’d shelled out a fortune for crumbled in seconds.
“Gah!”
And that wasn’t all. Even those scrambling out didn’t make it.
Rokan stood guard at the entrance like some hellgate warden and casually lopped off their heads.
The body count topped ten.
“Crazy bastard!”
“Who do you think this place is?!”
“Guards! Where are the damn guards?!”
Normally, even without defense forces, AI-less guards would’ve spawned by now.
But this was the capital, where different rules applied, so Rokan ignored them and kept butchering without a care.
Even if guards showed, they wouldn’t last.
“Pissed? Go fetch your guild master then.”
He sneered at the corpses piling up.
They’d pay dearly for baring their teeth at him.
RUMBLE.
Barely ten minutes later, the seven-story building was a total wreck.
Even with land rights, rebuilding would take ages and a mountain of resources—it was flattened beyond estimate.
In their place, furious Divine Bow Guild members swarmed and surrounded him.
“You madman! You think you’ll walk away from this?!”
“You think I’d come here expecting you to?”
Curses and threats flew, but Rokan brushed them off boredly.
Words without power meant nothing.
‘About time for word to come.’
His eyes weren’t even on them—they scanned elsewhere.
“Kill him!”
Spotting the opening, they struck first.
They unleashed their master skills all at once to take him down.
BOOM! RUMBLE-CRASH!
The blast was so huge, you’d think they’d get nabbed by guards first.
When the massive smoke cleared, Rokan had transformed into his giant god form.
“Aura Bombardment.”
He blew away the smoke and gifted their cluster a barrage of aura blasts.
“Dodge!”
The close-quarters brawl’s tight space turned toxic for them.
As mostly archer classes, dodging Rokan’s attacks fully in that cramped area was impossible.
“Summon Unicorn, Full-Body Charge.”
ROAR!
Five of them got skewered at once on the massive unicorn’s horn.
It impaled them like kebabs, then barreled through, smashing and trampling everything in its path without stopping.
Worthy of a level 400 divine beast.
“Gasp!”
“He’s running!”
The blistering charge fooled some into thinking Rokan was fleeing after shoving them.
But the next instant, as the unicorn wheeled around, no one spouted that nonsense anymore. That huge, sharp horn looked ready to gut them.
“Up the buildings, get on the roofs!”
Terrified by the unicorn’s might, they found a counter: it was ground-bound, so get off the ground?
Nice try.
“Steps of Valor.”
THUD!
Rokan leaped off the unicorn’s back and decapitated a user mid-climb to a rooftop.
Overwhelming destructive power!
The troll race’s pride in physical specs looked childish next to Rokan.
“Crazy…….”
“Didn’t know it was this bad…….”
Despair gripped them all.
The crowd gathered for the spectacle? They’d backed off far to avoid getting swept up, not helping Divine Bow.
One wrong step, and Rokan’s wrath could hit them or their guilds—that fear turned them to spectators.
“Run, ru—!”
WHOOSH. THUNK!
“Guh!”
In the end, Divine Bow gave up fighting.
They chose flight, even considering tossing guildmates under the bus to appease him.
But even that failed.
An invisible arrow from nowhere pierced the escapees’ necks.
Not just pierced—heads gone.
Vaporized was more like it.
Rokan, still slaying foes, turned to confirm the shot. He sought the shooter.
[Legendary Hunter Kyarus][Lv 400]
The troll race’s leader, Kyarus.
He’d sniped the fleeing Divine Bow members with a shadowless arrow.
A guy who could kill blind—miss his aim?
No way. He’d helped Rokan. Abandoned his own race to do it.
“No cowards like that in our trolls.”
Divine Bow felt unspeakable dread at Kyarus grinning with his massive tusks bared.
No escape, but backing down meant losing everything.
Not just the wrecked hideout—their standing with the troll race would crumble.
That one move changed a lot.
“Kill them!”
“Summon Sabertooth Tiger!”
“Summon Centaur!”
“Summon Armadillo!”
“Binding Brew!”
“Confusion Brew!”
Divine Bow went berserk, fighting like mad.
Kyarus just smirked quietly.
No intent to join.
“Decent warmup.”
Rokan grinned back and charged their position.
Their summons? Barely master-grade at best—Rokan’s snacks. They barely stalled him a moment.
Still, they flung them boldly.
Playing to strengths, exploiting weaknesses: spam time-wasters to burn his Frenzy Incarnation duration.
“Cute tricks.”
Useless.
Debuff spells like that lost effect or failed outright with even slight level gaps.
Let alone ‘realm’ gaps—binding Rokan? Wishful thinking for thieves.
Divine Bow had troll shamans, rogues, warriors despite the name, but none, no skill stopped him.
And unlike before, he now wielded full gear power.
Block? Skull split. Dodge? Waist cleaved.
Grazed? Limb broken or severed—par for the course.
Divine Bow’s sky-high confidence lasted under fifteen minutes before total slaughter.
Perfect victory!
But Rokan wasn’t smiling.
‘This bastard…….’
While he rampaged, Kyarus just stood arms crossed, grinning.
“All done?”
Only after the last one dropped did he speak.
“Roughly.”
Rokan fired back, but tensed inside.
“Want time? Or now? Looks like you’ve got a rewind skill.”
Having clashed before, Kyarus saw through Rokan’s abilities.
“Time Regression.”
Intent clear: kids’ play over—now you and me.
He’d sent guerrillas after Rokan in the war before; no way he’d let him walk now.
“Here, or outside?”
Exactly what Rokan wanted. Why he came.
Blunt challenge would mean war. This way: one-on-one shot.
Prediction hit.
“Come. Got a spot in mind.”
Kyarus, reading him, led.
That unguarded back begged for an axe, but Rokan held back and followed.
Moments later, Rokan and Kyarus faced off on a wide, empty plain—no obstacles, no interruptions.