Chapter 311
Chapter 311
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 311
Chapter Title: There's a Trick (3)
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“The sinner Rokan, who murdered the Celestial Clan's High Priest and desecrated the grand temple, hear this! Even the Heavenly God no longer watches over you! If you submit without resistance and accept your punishment, we will show leniency!”
In the tense atmosphere on the verge of explosion, the Heavenly God's High Priest, who had stepped forward to arrest Rokan, shouted with a stern expression.
“Leniency? Yeah, right.”
But those words fell on deaf ears.
With hostility already at a boiling point, what difference would a promise of leniency make?
Would they really stop at killing him once? He might accept that much, but they knew Rokan was a Visitor.
They knew death wasn't as big a penalty as one might think.
If he were one of the Celestial Clan, he'd lock him up, kill him over and over, force resurrections, and waste away his time.
They'd drop his level to around 350 and strip him of all his gear.
And if they learned he couldn't lose levels past 399, they'd cage him for months, rendering him helpless.
Knowing that, surrender was the last thing on his mind.
He bared his gleaming white teeth, revealing his own enmity and madness.
“What's with all the yapping from someone who came to fight? If you're pissed, come at me!”
Provocation.
The Heavenly God's army sent to capture him included over ten powerhouses above level 400, but Rokan didn't flinch and bellowed back.
Drokshy, who had been fidgeting anxiously, also steeled himself with desperate resolve and murderous intent.
“Insolent fool...! You're begging for punishment! Drag him out!”
“Pfft.”
Rokan found the sight amusing.
No matter how Celestial they were, causing a ruckus in a neutral-zone village could spell trouble, so instead of attacking outright, they were trying to drag him out by force.
If Rokan resisted and struck first, it would be self-defense from that moment, justifying their full power.
“Urgh!”
But Rokan wasn't about to let these fools manhandle him.
Drokshy was a dwarf confident in his strength, a grandmaster no less—matching them in a contest of power was futile.
Rokan watched the straining Celestials with a laugh, then lifted his head again.
He addressed the Heavenly God's High Priest, floating in the air and forcing a dignified expression.
“Why strut around if you don't have the guts for a real scrap right here?”
“You...!”
The Heavenly God's High Priests trembled with rage.
Rokan didn't stop his taunts as he pulled out the Heavenly Rune Book—not to escape, but to check something.
“Heavenly Rune Book, activate.”
[Space barriers are deployed in the vicinity.]
[All long-range spatial movement is restricted.]
‘Just as I thought.’
If he didn't leave this place, he'd have no choice but to fight—that's what they'd planned.
“Hmph! All that bluffing, and now you're plotting to run!”
Heh.
They mocked his action, but Rokan grinned widely. If spatial movement was blocked for him, it was blocked for them too—no escape.
“Then let's get started.”
“......!”
Splash!
Unlike them, hesitating because it was a village, Rokan held nothing back. He swung his battle axe without mercy at the Celestials still trying to drag him out, ending their lives.
Man-slayer.
The title's effect allowed penalty-free kills anywhere, even in a village—no hesitation.
“Crazy bastard!”
“What the hell in a village!”
“Guards! Guards!”
The panicking Celestials calling for guards was hilarious.
But the guards remained silent. No murderer count meant no reason for them to show.
Even if they did, they were no match for Rokan anymore.
“I'll take full responsibility! Kill him!”
“For the Heavenly God's glory!”
“Heavenly God, grant us strength!”
The battle began.
Perhaps because they were Celestials, no guards appeared despite the chaos—but the Lion King and other neutral-zone powerhouses would make an issue of it later.
Even so, the Heavenly God's High Priest made a bold decision. He'd capture Rokan no matter the cost.
A one-sided slaughter would be fine, but this fierce melee was exactly what Rokan wanted.
“Storm Incarnation! Full Body Matchless! Martial Soul Awakening!”
Rokan instantly unleashed his full power.
To become the King of Violence, to prove that name, he became a giant and crushed them.
‘Like a raid boss.’
Were they trying to wear him down, ignoring his power and skills?
Even as Rokan activated master skills, the elite Heavenly God's priests didn't advance.
Only non-Celestials from their ranks were getting butchered.
It wasn't ideal, but it didn't matter. The quest only cared about levels—no races or factions.
Rokan rampaged wildly, slaughtering Celestials.
‘Endless horde.’
Had they never planned a fair fight? They swarmed in relentlessly, focusing solely on defense.
One couldn't handle it? Two, three, five, ten—they pooled strength to block attacks and survive, churning through combo and creation skills. Even Rokan, excluding AoE skills, started feeling stifled.
Not completely blocked, of course.
“Pathetic.”
The main forces—Heavenly God's priests and High Priests—hadn't even joined. As duration ticked down, Rokan grew the anxious one.
“We've already seen through your weakness.”
He hated their bluster, but Rokan couldn't recklessly charge them.
They were level 400 elites. He could take one or two, but at great cost.
“Time Reversal.”
Soon, 30 minutes passed.
He could flee, but Rokan had no such plan.
They'd halved but still over half remained—yet Time Reversal reset skill cooldowns and backlash. He unleashed power again.
“Get ready.”
Second Storm Incarnation. The Heavenly God's High Priests finally moved.
They'd drag it out again, but their involvement would make it tougher.
At least Drokshy held strong, and Time Reversal didn't rewind quest progress.
“Drokshy!”
Then Rokan called him.
The prepared measure activated.
“Ugh... Screw it. Armament Enhancement!”
Drokshy's creation skill.
It temporarily upgraded all target equipment one grade.
Vmmm!
Golden Lion Set and Rokan's gear glowed brightly. Plus(+) marks appeared on equipment grades, empowering him.
“Martial Soul Awakening!”
He'd saved it even after second Storm Incarnation for this.
God-grade Heavenly and Demonic Providence unaffected, but Golden Lion Set and Storm Chain Battle Axe upgrades were huge gains.
“Heh, round two!”
Rokan tore through space, charging them.
Full-body assault into Blink!
No dodge room—the charge caved in one Heavenly God's High Priest's chest.
Unicorn horn pierced heart, spurting blood.
“One down!”
Rokan didn't stop, severing the neck.
Not all priests or High Priests were spellcasters, but he targeted the frailer ones with ambushes.
“Summon Clone!”
Plus a clone.
Indistinguishable from Rokan—even in personality—another monster unleashed, draining life to dismiss.
“Should've brought level 450s!”
Weaving through level 400 elites burdened Rokan, but he'd done it before—with that monster Gromtan nearby.
Current Control maximized and sustained his power; he rampaged like a beast among them.
“Unleash all power! The Heavenly God is with us!”
“Heavenly God's Wrath!”
“Heavenly God's Blessing!”
“Heavenly God...!”
Two comrades dead in seconds—they panicked, unleashing hoarded creation skills to bind Rokan and amp themselves.
[Heavenly God's Starlight Gauntlet absorbs holy power.]
[User's abilities are enhanced.]
‘Oh?’
Unexpected—their creation skills boosted Rokan instead.
Worshippers of the Heavenly God, their borrowed power resonated with his Heavenly God's Starlight Gauntlet.
“Hahaha, keep it coming!”
Every exertion from them, every step, strengthened Rokan—as long as they lived in range.
Full Body Matchless powered up per step until area enemies were wiped.
Waiting out the second Storm Incarnation was their mistake.
They'd have charged anyway, but still.
“How does he have such power...!”
“Heavenly God...!”
[Title Unyielding Will effect: All stats +100%.]
Plus, he'd tanked non-lethals to trigger Unyielding Will.
Level 400, but stats? Rokan dominated.
And the gap: experience.
Innate powerhouses like pampered Celestials couldn't match Rokan, forged on slaughter's path.
Fakes mixed with real strikes disordered them; even enhanced High Priests matching him fell helplessly to the battle axe.
“Retreat! Fall back!”
Ten minutes in—reinforcements incoming, but they'd face wipe.
Even killing or subduing Rokan, what after?
Suppressing rage, they ordered retreat; Rokan pursued relentlessly.
To meet quest conditions.
He massacred Celestial soldiers over High Priests.
“Whew, is it over?”
“Lucky they're dumber than expected.”
All Celestials fled; blood-soaked Rokan exhaled raggedly. Such frenzy taxed even him.
But no time to relax.
Reinforcements? Storm Incarnation cooldown and backlash—he couldn't endure.
Slumping onto Unicorn's back, he departed the ruined border village.
‘Still, thanks to this...’
Satisfaction swelled. Quest progress surged, faster than expected.
‘A few more like this, and it's done.’
Unlikely every time. Knowing his power, next would be bigger.
‘Might end quicker than thought.’
Even then, next plans brewed in Rokan's mind.