Chapter 306
Chapter 306
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 306
Chapter Title: Veteran's Guerrilla Warfare (6)
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Red meteor. Golden lion's flames woven into it. Even that alone couldn't fully incinerate the ice-vine human, Pro Man.
Not by itself.
Which meant that with some other force added in, it could. For example, a finishing move.
"Transcendence."
The red meteor served only to tear away the vine barrier enveloping him.
This was what Rokan had prepared from the start.
A single strike infused with every ounce of his power.
The moment the enemy's guard—deployed to protect his true body with that vine barrier—shattered completely, Rokan's battle axe cleaved into him.
A blow so fierce not even a Grand Master could withstand it unscathed.
Had he defended with a creation skill, it might've been different, but distracted by the "fake Rokan," the foe failed to block in time, leaving his near-pure mass of demonic energy exposed.
"Gale Slash!"
And then Gale Slash on top of it!
Unlike regular skills, Gale Slash was embedded directly in the weapon, so it activated independently of the cooldown on Rokan's concentrated skills.
It pulverized even the enemy's wavering soul, scattering it into oblivion.
"R-Rokan here too?"
The surroundings got cleaned up as well, plunging the foes into chaos.
"Hoo, Kai!"
If they'd had time to regroup and fulfill Gromtan's absolute order to "capture Rokan," they might have, but Rokan wasn't about to allow it.
The instant he confirmed the kill, he entrusted his drained body to Kai.
Together, they soared into the sky, vanishing to a distant spot the enemies couldn't pursue.
Screeech!
Flying demonic beasts gave chase in a frenzy, but keeping up with Kai in his great peng form was impossible.
The difference in wing size and speed was astronomical.
Thanks to that, Rokan could slip away from the battlefield right as his clone was destroyed.
"Heh heh heh heh!"
In the end, Rokan emerged victorious from the second clash.
And he was confident of victory in the third, fourth—endless clashes to come. He had endless ways to sow confusion among them.
"No matter how much they rack their brains, they're just NPCs. Think they can handle a Korean gamer's tricks?"
Grinning ear to ear, Rokan checked his ample experience gains. The next raid came the day after all his skills, including Time Regression, came off cooldown.
"The poison's really set in now."
When he faced Gromtan's army again, their formation had changed once more.
Gromtan had repositioned to the center for mobility in any direction, stationing pairs of level 400s at every compass point.
They were coordinated for mutual support, able to withstand ambushes, and the demonic beasts were clustered tightly instead of spread thin.
Even if Rokan unleashed his red meteor, they clearly planned to brute-force through it.
Flying demonic beasts were laid out as insurance.
"But what about this?"
Rokan scoffed and deployed a new tactic.
"Polymorph."
He used Polymorph to take on the form of a demonic beast.
Direction: the rear again.
With their sheer numbers, not a single beast noticed Rokan as he slipped into their midst using Stealth.
[Exposed to Beast Tamer's Mental Domination.]
[Title: Unyielding Will negates all effects.]
Perhaps because he'd morphed into beast form. Unlike before, Gromtan's mental domination burrowed into his mind, but Rokan had his bolstered Unyielding Will.
No way something like this would pierce the mental defense that had passed even the Heavenly God's trials.
'This'll make things easy.'
Now, Gromtan's mental domination actually aided Rokan. It was so overpowering that the beasts harbored no suspicion or wariness toward each other.
So even as Rokan broke from the front lines or bulldozed his own path, no one batted an eye. Amid tens of thousands of beasts, his solo antics were like tossing a pebble into a lake—no ripple.
'Heh heh heh heh!'
Thus, Rokan reached the level 400 spellcasting beasts guarding the rear without resistance or detection.
Their focus was entirely on external threats, so they didn't notice him even right behind them.
"Gale Incarnation, Full Body Peerless, Weapon Soul Awakening... Transcendence."
Time for the finisher.
Rokan seized their rear, timed it perfectly, and unleashed his full power.
Polymorph reduced the output slightly, but it was more than enough to shred these frail spellcasters.
He burst the bodies of the rear-guard spellcasting beasts.
"Nooo!"
No one reacted to the sudden assault. Not even the melee defense specialists assigned to protect them.
They got swept away by the aftermath instead, and amid the instant fog of explosion smoke, Rokan schemed anew.
"Cancel, Stealth, Blink."
Canceling freshly activated skills hurt, but it beat wasting the experience he'd grinded with Time Regression.
Blink required line of sight, restricted by the smoke, but Rokan had eyes that pierced all illusions.
As everyone floundered, he Blinked into the chaos, feigning ignorance as he glanced around.
"Find him!"
He sniffed the air clumsily and peered about, acting just like any beast.
At this point, they had no way to spot Rokan. Polymorph evaded any scan.
'S should've taken out one more.'
The plan worked better than expected, leaving Rokan a tad regretful, but greed invites disaster.
He had other guerrilla options left, and Turubi was still far off.
"You damned human!"
Gromtan's fury was justified.
Checking the rear himself, Gromtan flew into a rage and issued orders to his full host.
"Full speed ahead!"
He commanded a sprint straight to Turubi.
Despite all their precautions, if Rokan kept guerrillaing, he'd deny him the chance by reaching Rokan's territory in one go.
'Not dumb, huh.'
But that fell within Rokan's expectations. Plenty of level 400 powerhouses remained, but trimming a couple more would tip the battle big-time.
Rokan mingled briefly to gauge their pace, then slipped out again.
'But half-baked smarts can backfire.'
His raids continued.
Feints with clones. This time, he delayed the clone's appearance to induce confusion. With prior precedent, they dismissed the boldly appearing Rokan as the fake.
That rash judgment cost them a subordinate's life.
While Gromtan moved to slay the rear clone, thinking himself clever, Rokan struck the lightly defended front, killed one, and bolted.
Next, he upped the numbers.
Instead of limited-summon clones, he deployed five master-grade dwarf dolls from mechanical engineering, morphed externally to resemble him, sowing chaos for another assassination success. Then he repeated with Time Regression troop reductions and chaos via mechanical items with AoE taunt skills.
The downside: Polymorph's three-day cooldown prevented more assassinations.
By then, three days had passed, and Rokan couldn't guerrilla anymore.
"Not bad at all."
Still, he'd culled their numbers plenty.
It felt like just yesterday he'd hit 10,000 kills for the Myriad Slayer title, yet his guerrilla ops had already trimmed over 20,000—without even focusing on fodder, prioritizing level 400s.
"Prepare."
Back at Turubi, Rokan had bolstered his demon troops piecemeal while defending, now leading his swelled vampire and werewolf legions out of the castle.
Guerrilla remnants might hit Turubi, but Gromtan's pride meant no petty tactics.
Knowing Rokan fielded an army on the plains, he'd charge full-force.
That was exactly what Rokan aimed for.
"Can't let 'em rest, heh heh."
Their haste to minimize guerrilla losses and punish Rokan swiftly would be their undoing.
Exhausted, drained demonic beasts couldn't fight at full strength.
"Sharak."
"Yes. I'll go."
A proper commander would camp far off pre-battle for rest, but could enemies stay calm under constant attack?
As planned, Rokan sent Sharak and the vampires as vanguard. They hadn't reached the plains battlefield yet—to deny them any breather.
Vampires wielding Blood Magic were perfect for the role.
Kabuuum!
The vampire legion's magic barrage, charged fully during the siege defense, was terrifying.
Blood Magic blasted wildly from sky and ground, shredding the enemy's vanguard. As casualties mounted, Gromtan advanced the lines himself.
"Retreat!"
But per Rokan's orders, Sharak didn't engage.
He hammered them with one-sided barrages, then fled without looking back as Gromtan and his minions closed in.
A few vampires got caught and burned, but trivial compared to the damage inflicted.
"Go! Rip them apart, trample their lands!"
Their antics properly enraged Gromtan.
Lingering meant more vampire raids—no choice but to mobilize the full army to crush Rokan's forces and territory.
Territory gains? Whatever.
As visitors, they'd respawn, but stripping Rokan's demonic authority and trampling it repeatedly might sate his rage a bit.
"Full army, hold."
Yet Rokan and his troops didn't budge as the enemy crossed a third of the plains. They formed defensive lines, awaiting the foe.
Despite the quality and quantity gap that spelled doom in a clash.
"Detonate."
KABOOOOM!
When the enemy hit halfway across the plains, the device in Rokan's hand activated.
Magic-engineering bombs densely buried like gravel beneath the plains.
Astronomically expensive to craft and buy, useless against level 400+, but solid hits on high masters and lethal to masters—they chain-detonated.
Turning vanguard beasts to minced meat, adjusting troop counts.
"Heh heh heh! Now we're even. Shall we play?"
Rokan charged the flustered foes at the fore.
The grand battle to reshape the demon world's map began.