Chapter 409
Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 409
Chapter Title: New Weapon (3)
“Ha, these bastards……!”
Sparks flew from Rokan’s eyes.
Who the hell did these guys think they were talking down to? Just ten or so punks stepping up to take him down?
To shatter their arrogance, Rokan drew his Axe of Fighting Spirit.
Kyut!
A quick glance showed a decent number clinging to Kai as well.
They were only high master level at best, but they were spamming master skills left and right. With most of their skills invested in support rather than offense, Kai was struggling a bit to clean them up.
It looked like they’d tailored their skill combos specifically to hunt Kai—quite effective ones pouring out nonstop.
But even so, Kai was grand master tier.
He might not drop them in one shot, but he was toying with them, slowly whittling down their numbers. Barring any major upset, final victory was clearly his.
“Legend Rider.”
If Rokan threw in a skill or two, that pace would pick up even more.
Transformed into a great peng, Kai immediately unleashed Red Meteor, flattening them underfoot before pecking, chewing, and swallowing any who resisted—displaying the might of a raid boss monster.
But he couldn’t escape totally unscathed; faint scratches began appearing on his body.
‘Look at these guys…….’
Meanwhile, the ones surrounding Rokan didn’t even glance back.
Whether they trusted their allies or subordinates, or if their sole target was Rokan, they held formation, poised to charge at any moment.
“If you won’t come, I’ll come to you.”
Taking the defensive when they should be rushing in?
Rokan snorted and gathered his strength.
They probably had counters for charges or parries, but that didn’t matter. Overwhelming force would crush them flat.
No tactic stands against absolute violence.
“Gale Incarnation, Perfect Body Invincibility, Blood Awakening!”
The giant of violence descended.
Rokan’s body swelled, rising like a massive beam, making it unclear who was surrounding whom.
Yet the enemies seemed to have anticipated it, each drawing out their own measures.
They activated creation skills custom-made to take down Rokan.
“Glory of the Underworld!”
“……!”
Rumble rumble rumble!
The terrain shifted.
It was like they’d all been mass teleported elsewhere— a whole new landscape unfolded before them.
More precisely, like with the blue dragon, a barrier had formed. But this one spanned a far vaster terrain, containing only them.
The catch? The low ceiling.
The space was wide, but the low height disadvantaged Rokan inevitably.
“Pathetic tricks!”
Boom! Rumble rumble rumble!
But Rokan wasn’t one to fall for such amateur moves. The moment he grasped their intent to restrict his actions, he smashed the ceiling instead.
He shattered the ultra-durable special rock overhead, securing ample room.
“Watch out!”
Triggering a rockfall on the enemies was just a bonus.
Good idea in theory, but only against a certain caliber of foe.
To Rokan, with his overwhelming power and experience, it was child’s play.
“Wheel Wind!”
He didn’t stop there.
Rokan had already attached the iron chains sealing the depravity—salvaged from the shattered Gale Battle Axe—to his Axe of Fighting Spirit.
He spun the long chain-extended axe, sweeping them all away in one go.
“Mirror of Mimicry!”
Boom!
But Rokan’s attack didn’t fully land.
It could’ve wiped out several in one swing, but as if expecting it, another foe activated a creation skill.
Huge mirrors appeared around Rokan, from which giants identical in form emerged to block the assault.
They couldn’t fully copy his abilities, but sacrificing one to stall the attack and delay weapon recovery was feasible. In that window, the rest charged at Rokan in unison.
“Hmph, Clone Summon!”
But this wasn’t a perfect one-on-one. Rokan summoned his own clones to intercept them.
If the mirror fakes were at 50% of the original’s stats, his clones were at 80%.
Even 3-to-1, the power gap was clear—no issue handling them.
“Power of Vengeance!”
Then, the apostle of the god of vengeance unleashed his power.
Using an orb bestowed by his divine artifact, he granted everyone the power of vengeance.
It applied even to the fake Rokans. After slaying the second fake, Rokan’s clone dissolved into smoke.
“Power: Resident of the Underworld!”
Meanwhile, the terrain-changer used his power too.
Keeheeheeheehee.
With eerie laughter, creatures burst from all sides.
Residents of the underworld, long forgotten even their names and races. They lunged at Rokan like starving ghouls.
“Steel Will!”
“Blade Glutton!”
“Descent of the Evil God!”
And that wasn’t all. Grand masters with melee abilities activated their individual powers and charged.
To wound Rokan and widen those wounds, they swarmed relentlessly.
“Such insolence. Frozen World.”
Crackle crackle crackle!
In that instant, Rokan’s eyes sharpened. He acknowledged their grand master and apostle powers.
But that didn’t mean defeat.
He summoned the power of frost, turning the surroundings into icy terrain, then invoked a new force.
“Song of Fire and Ice.”
Opposing forces of fire and ice dwelled within Rokan.
He’d already recovered the Axe of Fighting Spirit, briefly caught by a fake.
Sweeping it horizontally, he crushed dozens of underworld residents in one blow.
Overwhelming force pressed down.
Whoosh! Crackle!
Where the axe passed, bisected ice chunks remained, unquenchable flames rising atop them.
Hellfire no ordinary magic could extinguish transferred to the bodies of pursuing foes.
“Hmph!”
But Rokan wasn’t unscathed. The vengeance power triggered, dealing fixed damage proportional to attack power back to him.
To Rokan, bearer of immortality’s power, it was negligible.
He welcomed the life force drop, rampaging with ruthless slaughter.
[Title Unyielding Will effect: All stats increased by 100%.]
Thanks to that, Unyielding Will activated swiftly. Life force below 10% doubled his stats, birthing an even fiercer monster.
“Power of the Fire God!”
An apostle of the fire god on their side quickly used his power for protection—but at best, it ignored terrain effects and reduced fire damage.
“Curse of Haste!”
“Lasso of the Bloodsucking Demon Tree!”
[Exposed to Curse of Haste.]
[All skill durations reduced.]
[Caught by Bloodsucking Demon Tree. Life force and strength continuously drain.]
Debuffs and crowd controls poured in.
All aimed at exploiting Rokan’s weakness: reduced durations and ankle-grabs.
“Hellfire.”
Whoosh!
But Rokan wouldn’t go down easy.
He incinerated the bloodsucking demon tree’s roots and vines coiling around him, breaking free.
He burned the encroaching enemies in the gap too.
“Pour it on!”
Apostle powers rained toward Rokan.
Creation skills and apostle might.
Some seemed to have two creation skills each—explaining their confidence. But against a transcendent’s power?
This side wielded semi-divine might.
“Kraaaaaah!”
His mad roar paralyzed their brain nerves.
Without their gods’ divinity, it would’ve ended them.
As Rokan stomped and charged, the panicked foes hurriedly played their next card.
“Glory of the Underworld, release!”
“Banquet of the Constellations!”
In that moment, the terrain shifted again.
Or could you even call this terrain? A floating sensation like drifting through space, movements sluggish.
Like ascending from earth to heavens at first.
‘Damn.’
But Rokan knew that wasn’t all.
The constellation god’s apostle, silent from the start, had pooled power to craft this terrain.
“Galaxy Strike!”
Wielding a wand like a magic baton, immense pressure built. Meteors swimming through space plummeted toward Rokan.
Drawn like magnets, they bombarded him.
Boom! Boom rumble rumble boom!
Even Rokan couldn’t ignore meteor mass.
One wrong move, and his head would crush—bypassing immortality with death.
Forced defensive, enemies exploited the opening with relentless attacks.
“Absolute Shield!”
“Scars of the Blizzard!”
Of course, they weren’t safe from the meteor barrage.
Sharing space meant shared risk; most just slammed into bulky Rokan.
But they weren’t alone.
They’d pre-designated zones: some on defense, others methodically wounding Rokan with combo skills, master skills, creation skills, and apostle powers unleashed freely.
“Martial Soul Awakening!”
Pity the shattered Gale Battle Axe prevented Martial Soul Awakening on the set item. He could’ve pulverized meteors and shields with amplified might.
As consolation, he awakened the demon god’s power to boost destructiveness—but freedom remained limited.
Slowly advancing on cornered foes was the best he could manage.
“Position Swap!”
“……!”
But they’d prepared for that too. The moment they entered Rokan’s range, they swapped positions without hesitation.
As if position swaps were free in the Banquet of the Constellations, they teleported to the opposite end, repeating hit-and-run wounds.
Clear they’d prepped extensively to kill Rokan.
“Martial Soul Awakening, cancel.”
Chase them again? Blind charge, head down?
Pondering briefly, Rokan scanned them and felt incredulous.
‘Where do these punks get off with eyes like that?’
He read their hopeful glares—convinced they could, would take him.
Like hunting a boss mob.
To show such weakness to these small fries.
He retracted the demon god’s power, regripped the Axe of Fighting Spirit.
To right the twisted order and demonstrate the clear power gap, he invoked his held-back force.
Divinity.
A brutally violent aura surged into the Axe of Fighting Spirit.
Space? Dimension? Shoddy constructs from borrowed divinity fled like cowards as the axe moved.
Space seemed to vanish around Rokan; raising the axe high, the world itself shook.
The unshakable cosmos began fracturing.
“Shatter.”
Boom rumble rumble boom!
Rokan’s strike devoured the universe.