Chapter 303
Chapter 303
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 303
Chapter Title: Veteran's Guerrilla War (3)
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“Summon Assistant.”
While the remaining wounded troops recovered and reorganized, Rokan summoned his assistant.
As Rokan's level had risen, the assistant's level had increased as well, now boasting high master-class abilities.
“Rise Undead.”
And that assistant raised the corpses of the dead magical beasts.
He had summoned a necromancer-type assistant.
Though its skill was insufficient to fully raise the level 400 magical beasts, that was enough.
“Soul Harvest. Soul Legion.”
The Devilcat he raised collected not the flesh of the dead magical beasts, but their souls, using them to create new troops.
They were disposable forces that would vanish with the assistant, but perfect as arrow fodder.
“Advance.”
“Dark Tracker's Ritual!”
On top of that, the blood moon bear shamans' ritual buffs!
The troops, now boosted with movement speed, advanced rapidly and crossed a distance that would have taken half a day before nightfall.
“Frenzy Ritual, Peak Condition Ritual, Spirit Descent Ritual!”
There was no reason to hesitate. Rokan threw all the newly raised troops straight to the front lines.
The revived blood moon bear shaman's Spirit Descent Ritual summoned a powerful entity's soul for possession, but left severe aftereffects once it ended—though there was no need to spare such consideration for corpses.
In an instant, the undead and soul legion's power amplified, their eyes rolling back as they assaulted the territory.
“Enemies!”
“How are they here already?”
“Hold them off!”
The inside of the territory erupted in chaos.
They had no chance to confidently open the gates and meet the foe like at the first outpost. They broke into a sweat defending against enemies scaling the walls and gates.
“Aura Bombardment!”
“Bloody Bomber!”
“Aura Slash!”
Rokan, Sharac, and Kirito joined in. Supporting with powerful ranged attacks, they shattered the walls to let the troops pour inside.
“Kraaaak!”
It was only natural that the interior turned into a bloodbath once the gates crumbled easily.
The foes struggled against the undead and soul legion that knew only slaughter, managing only to hold out, while the rest of the troops seized the walls and surrounded them instead.
“Bloody Rain.”
Followed by the vampires' bombardment.
Not worrying about allied sacrifices or losses proved a greater advantage than expected.
While the enemies stalled for time, powerful Bloody Magic spells completed one after another. Unlike the foes who conserved area attacks, merciless wide-area spells rained down, sweeping away allies too.
“You bastards!”
The level 400 powerhouses responsible for the territory stepped up late, but the tide had already turned.
They unleashed master skills to sweep the swarming undead and soul legion in one go, but that backfired.
Master skills had incredibly long cooldowns.
Grand masters surely had multiple master skills by now, even creation skills beyond that—but the same went for this side.
“Red Moon!”
“True Blood Awakening!”
“Storm Wind Incarnation!”
Kirito, Sharac, and Rokan unleashed their powers a beat later.
They knew high master-class couldn't match grand masters anyway, but forcing the enemies to waste master skills on unexpected gains prompted them to activate without delay.
This meant they couldn't fight much longer either, but it didn't matter. Rokan never planned to end the war in one battle anyway.
“This way!”
Like the previous fight, the three picked their opponents and scattered.
It was an obvious ploy, but the enemies had no choice but to engage. Dodging would mean their allies' annihilation.
It was common sense that only grand masters could face grand masters.
Excluding freakish monsters like Rokan.
‘Interesting.’
Rokan's opponent this time was the “Armadillo of Despair.”
Like the armadillos first encountered upon entering the central continent, it boasted extreme defense, but could also handle magic defense and damage reflection—making it truly despair-inducing.
But that value shone brightest when unaware of its traits.
Unfortunately for it, Sharac had tipped Rokan off, letting him face it leisurely.
Leisurely enough to look away.
‘True Blood Awakening, huh...’
What caught his eye was none other than Sharac's master skill, True Blood Awakening.
The guy, not quite a pureblood vampire, had drawn out true blood power temporarily via the master skill. The method was intriguing.
‘This is why the heavens are fun.’
Even Rokan had never thought of or seen such a technique.
This was the joy of heavenly battles. Combination skills, master skills, creation skills—utterly unforeseen techniques emerged.
And they'd fuel new combinations in Rokan's mind.
‘True blood... that'll raise the tier.’
Even among vampires, power varied wildly by generation.
Those turned via blood infection were inevitably weaker; closer to ancestors via infection or breeding neared their strength.
The power Sharac wielded now was that of primordial vampires.
Temporary, with aftereffects, but its momentary might at least doubled, no doubt.
“Rolling!”
At that moment, enraged by Rokan's disregard, the Armadillo of Despair curled into a ball like a cannonball and charged like a chariot.
“Full-Body Charge!”
Dodging wouldn't be Rokan. Instead, he charged head-on.
Thud!
The body clash felt like slamming into iron. Extreme defense and offense both.
But its attack didn't end there.
“Despair Provocation! Reflective Quake!”
Boom, boooom!
The instant Rokan halted it with a shoulder charge, his movements locked. He raised his battle axe and hammered down mercilessly.
“Krkhkh, self-destruct like that!”
Simultaneously, a damage-inflicting quake erupted.
Shockwaves gnawing Rokan's life force surged from the ground.
The Armadillo of Despair's sure-win combo: immense defense plus partial damage reflection.
But the matchup sucked for it.
“Yeah? Let's see who dies first. Heh.”
Mere damage reflection couldn't kill immortal-state Rokan, and waiting out Storm Wind Incarnation's duration was futile with his multiple “damage penetration” effects.
“Guhk!”
Thanks to that, Rokan thrashed it gleefully.
Rokan couldn't do anything but basic attacks, but neither could it beyond its own, and with troops favoring Rokan, time was on his side.
Whether trusting its abilities or clinging to faint hope, the Armadillo of Despair kept at Rokan—but that vain hope didn't last.
“C-Cancel!”
“Where to! Light Slaughter, Lion Frenzy!”
“G-Giant...”
Unable to endure its plummeting life force, as it canceled Despair Provocation, Rokan slammed his prepared skill.
Squelch.
In the end, it died without using Giant Form, its other skill to maximize power.
“Beasts are so dumb, it's great!”
With Rokan's curt remark, the battle's balance tipped sharply. Barely scratched and still fresh, Rokan moved to aid Sharac.
Blink-level Full-Body Charge!
Sharac's penguinkin foe crumpled helplessly to the unavoidable frontal ambush, turning a grueling 1v1 into 2v1—the outcome decided swiftly.
“Grrrng! This one's mine!”
The problem was Kirito refusing intervention.
Despite activating Red Moon, he couldn't gain easy dominance against the powerful foe, but werewolf pride couldn't tolerate 1v1 interference.
‘Tricky...’
Not master-servant but allies, so Rokan hesitated on rash involvement.
Their contract clause respected mutual intent—could violate it.
“Hmm...”
The fight was fierce.
The lion-man foe in humanoid form versus Kirito's beast form as a massive wolf—it was savage and tense like wild beasts clashing.
Both had dumped master and creation skills into body enhancement; intruding carelessly, contract or not, meant getting shredded and devoured.
‘Wait.’
Then, an idea struck Rokan.
He'd handled wolves as mounts before, right? Recalling that, a solution emerged.
“Polymorph.”
Rokan instantly took orc form.
Just a visual change, done publicly, so Sharac merely puzzled—no challenge or wariness toward his authority.
[Register Beast King Kirito as mount?]
[Special condition met. Asking target's consent.]
Glance.
Notified too? Kirito briefly eyed Rokan.
“Accept. I'll make you stronger.”
“......”
A mount, really? Kirito hesitated, but then the foe's ferocious assault poured in.
Larger, stronger claws tore hide and lunged for the heart.
“......I accept.”
[Beast King Kirito registered as temporary mount.]
[Can only use Beast King Kirito as mount under special conditions.]
Overpowered? Kirito grudgingly accepted Rokan's offer.
Special condition likely meant only in orc form.
But no matter. That sufficed.
“Rider of Legends.”
Rokan immediately granted him power.
The mighty force to evolve beyond racial limits.
Rumble rumble crack!
Kirito's body enveloped in blood-red glow. His ferocity maximized, gaining transcendent might.
[Wolf God, Fenrir Kirito][Lv 450]
The same power that once mythologized an orc mount wolf now boosted Kirito in real time.
Power beyond a giant wolf.
The wolf god descended upon him.
But unlike mounts using 1% of it,
He was a level 400 existence.
Claiming the surging divine blood energy as his own, he tore out the foe's throat in one bite.