Chapter 414
Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 414
Chapter Title: Coalition Forces (2)
"Still not yet?"
"Not yet?"
"Still not."
The so-called International Guild Alliance.
It was a temporary coalition solely for achieving their goal, but their leaders moved in tight unison toward that end.
While the guilds under their command were scattered, locked in battle, these leaders neither scattered nor joined the fray—they simply stood back with hands clasped behind them.
To conserve their strength. So they could face Rokan when he appeared.
They had already suffered a crushing defeat once before, yet for some reason, their expressions brimmed with confidence.
Did they believe they had cornered Rokan only to lose by the slimmest margin? No one outside their circle knew the reason, but their unshakable self-assurance was enough to take at face value.
"It might be fun to topple the imperial palace before he shows up. But first..."
Users of unknown nationalities rampaged through the capital unchecked.
Resistance forces popped up in alleys here and there, but they were woefully inferior in both quality and numbers.
As if those rabble could stop the handpicked high masters they had selected!
Having shelled out fortunes for mass rainbow teleporters, the battle was one-sided, and the capital's defenders were swept away.
Pushing through such clashes, one group advanced toward the temple.
Unlike in the past, it was now guarded at the entrance by foolish priests who worshipped a user as a god, trembling in rage.
"Rokanism or whatever!"
The so-called Rokan Church.
What a ridiculous name, they thought as they unleashed their power for the first time.
Mocking the name they wanted to tear apart, they moved to demolish the temple and toy with the priests.
"Krraaaaaagh!"
At that very moment, the heavens and earth shook.
It carried no physical force, yet many clutched their chests and collapsed to the ground.
"Rokan!"
"How dare you!"
Rokan's appearance. That alone began to turn the tide.
"Just who do you think you're messing with!"
[Divine Power: Unyielding Will has been used.]
[Berserker's Blessing has been used.]
Not only did the mad roar affect the enemy, but—unintentionally or not—a special buff swept over every Korean user affiliated with the Rokan Church.
Divine Power: Unyielding Will. And Berserker's Blessing.
The moment users received both at once, venomous resolve surged in their hearts, and their physical abilities amplified dramatically.
They already had their own classes, so they couldn't switch to berserker or use Berserk, but their minds hardened, their physical stats rose, and their attack power surged.
This phenomenon unfolded not just in the capital, but across all lands on the surface.
'Pretty useful, huh?'
Step by step.
As Rokan strode toward the International Guild Alliance's leadership, he glanced back with deep satisfaction.
Perhaps because they were already registered as his followers, the wide-ranging divine power and blessing barely drained his divinity.
Moreover, when he drew the Tyrant's Battle Axe, additional effects rippled through the capital.
[Those with a level difference of 50 or more are subject to the power of submission.]
[All stats decrease, with intermittent fear effects.]
[All skill power decreases.]
The submission effect.
It was just a minor option on the Tyrant's Battle Axe, but it struck fatally against the International Guild Alliance forces, nearly all high masters under level 400.
"Wh-what the hell is this?"
"What debuff is...!"
Not content with the enemy suddenly growing stronger, now this massive stat drop.
Even seasoned users couldn't adapt to the gap, so the momentum inevitably shifted.
"Ooooh!"
"It actually works?"
"Guild master, this is insane!"
"Heh heh, see? I told you, just stick with Rokan!"
"You were whining about it earlier...! Anyway, this is our chance. Let's crush them!"
"Me, pulling off a one-man army against same-level foes! Is this how Rokan always feels? Long live the Rokan Church!"
The yawning gap in power swung wildly to extremes.
At this point, a single Korean user could handle ten coalition soldiers.
Thanks to ally stats skyrocketing while enemy stats plummeted.
They clung on with master skills, but it felt like fighting level 300s.
Seeing foes drop with every swing, hope gleamed in the Korean users' eyes.
Shoulders squared, they vented the frustration of moments ago.
Koreans never took a loss lying down!
They paid back malice ten thousandfold, surging forward in an instant.
"Waaaaah!"
If it had been users alone, it might have been even. A ten-to-one ratio, but their numbers differed by over tenfold.
But the Rokan Church included essential NPCs.
The capital guard and royal guard poured out, launching a massive counterattack.
They carved through enemies competitively, trampling corpses, reclaiming parts of the seized capital.
"Rokan! Rokan! Rokan!"
And amid it all, praises for the man who orchestrated this impossible reversal rang out unabated.
[Divinity: 1,244,664 acquired.]
Those who had merely lent their names now shouted with full hearts, truly believing in that power. Rokan's depleted divinity refilled in real time.
It wasn't much, but the change itself mattered.
Rokan reinvested the recovered divinity without hesitation.
[Divine Power: Aesthetics of Violence has been used.]
If Unyielding Will defended the mind and boosted battle will, Aesthetics of Violence was on another level.
It piled on every combat buff Rokan possessed—lifesteal, crits, defense ignore, and more—turning users into unstoppable juggernauts. How could they lose?
And this would later greatly bolster Rokan's followers and faith.
"Eheheheh! I am Rokan!"
Korean users went utterly berserk.
Each one like the old Rokan—styles and skills differed, but mowing down dozens solo was identical.
"Kraaack!"
"Damn it. You filthy bastard...!"
Paradise for allies, nightmare for foes.
Yet the enemy leaders watching could do nothing.
Mere apostles borrowing a god's power couldn't bestow divine powers or even blessings.
They had built temples to their own gods like Rokan, but with so many apostles, the influence was negligible. And using similar powers with Rokan right there? Terrifying.
Even all-out, they couldn't guarantee victory against him.
They had some confidence this time, but knowing ten couldn't beat one, this was meant to harass Koreans, downlevel them, knock them out of the race—even if they lost.
"Gonna just keep staring? Come at me!"
Rokan taunted them. If they pulled the same trick as last time, it'd end in one shot. He struck a relaxed, mocking pose, swaying casually.
"Let's see how long you can keep that up! Meteor!"
"Oh?"
They reacted instantly.
Despite time passing since war's start without joining, they had prepped a devastating spell for Rokan's arrival.
Meteor.
A cataclysmic magic dragging stars—or planets—from space for bombardment.
Now unleashed by the sole apostle of the constellations.
"Hmm, not instant cast, I see."
Rokan glanced at the sky where the spell passed, his face twisting demonic. He didn't know what was falling, but time remained.
"You'd better go all out. Otherwise, it'll be no fun."
Rokan vanished in an instant. Blinding speed carried him right to their faces.
"R-Revenge's...!"
Thwack!
They tried unleashing prepared power in haste, but futile.
Divine power, magic, whatever—sever the neck before activation.
Those waiting for Rokan to turn giant were overrun without chance, crumbling.
He took out the most annoying, the apostle of revenge, first.
"You tricked us...!"
But they were level 400 elites.
Thanks to apostle cheats, no pushovers.
The instant one fell, they scattered, thinking they had him surrounded—then chaos erupted.
"Explosion."
Kaboom!
Rokan slammed the Tyrant's Battle Axe into the ground.
A massive blast erupted around him.
Devouring buildings, users, the very space—a grand explosion!
Rokan's new master skill.
He scrapped the full-body sweep overlapping with the axe’s options and recombined into an AoE nuke.
Boosting normal attack power 300% for area damage—but with Rokan's normals rivaling others' ultimates, the destruction was obscene.
"Guh!"
"What the—!"
"You madman! This is your city!"
So many lost over half their HP in one hit.
More shocking: buildings collapsed in droves. Including Rokan's own temple!
The repair costs alone were dizzying. What madness drove this attack?
They thought only they could go wild in enemy territory!
"So what?"
Hence their confusion.
They half-hoped he'd reconsider, but Rokan's response was ice-cold nonchalance.
Had he given up on repairs? No. Just not burdensome as they imagined.
Prodigal spending only Rokan could afford.
He worried briefly if the temple's fall hurt divinity, but minimal damage. Divinity stemmed from followers, not buildings.
If anything, his empowered followers smoothed divinity flow.
"Gonna keep fighting with words?"
Rokan swung the Battle Axe without spending divinity. That sufficed.
With a new weapon, wasting divinity on these scrubs was lavish. He swiftly beheaded them one by one.
"Put some effort in!"
They flailed, but the gap in power—weight class—was too vast. His massively increased divinity granted heavy resistance to apostle powers.
Unintended, but attack and defense both powered up.
Those who had cornered him last time fell helplessly.
Numbers dwindled to five in seconds.
"Boring."
"...You bastard. Let's see if you stay smug after this."
But their bitten lips and auras spelled trouble.
Still, mere apostles. Flecks of divinity couldn't faze a Rokan who no longer drew demigod power.
"Just apostles, huh...?"
"Divinity Descent!"
In that instant, fierce divinity erupted from them—beyond Rokan's expectation. Five divinities merged, artifacts maxed out.
Enough for demigod-level divinity.
And soon, its result manifested before Rokan.