Chapter 415
Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 415
Chapter Title: Allied Forces (3)
[The Steel God descends to the mortal realm.]
"Descent?!"
Even Rokan couldn't help but be rattled this time.
A descent? From a being with divinity, no less!
He'd already experienced it once through Storm Gale, which made the shock even greater.
Hadn't he barely won their duel precisely because Storm Gale hadn't used any divinity?
Through Yanken's case, Rokan had felt just how immense the reserves of divinity were in a being who possessed it.
'Can I win this?'
It wasn't cowardice on Rokan's part. Quite the opposite—it was his cool-headed ability to gauge his own level against his opponent's that let him judge how strong the divine giant this foe had summoned might be.
[How dare a mere demigod defy a god's power!]
The Steel God's booming voice echoed throughout the capital.
It struck the Korean players with a force as powerful as Rokan's own mad roar.
"Urk!"
"What the hell is that?!"
"Damn it!"
The silver lining was that it hadn't used its authority to buff its allies.
Thanks to that, although they were somewhat weakened, the tide of battle didn't flip again.
But if Rokan lost? If it revoked its authorities and blessings? The situation would spiral into the worst possible outcome.
Knowing this, Rokan steeled himself.
He drew up his own divinity to resist the foe's aura and slowly scanned it.
'Good.'
He could breathe a little easier.
Summoning the Steel God fully with the power of just a handful of apostles was impossible.
Even so, its sheer might and use of divinity were beyond what Rokan could take lightly—but he'd found at least a sliver of hope.
[Kneel now! Refuse, and everything you've built will be destroyed!]
Meanwhile, the Steel God bellowed savagely.
'Something's off.'
It felt strange.
The Steel God was the incarnation of steel—unbreakable conviction and impenetrable armor.
Stubborn, yes, but that made it incredibly aggressive, a god of action over words.
Yet here it was, just hurling empty threats?
Rokan's eyes narrowed.
[None of your power can touch me!]
"So it's just an empty shell."
Rokan saw through it instantly.
That thing wasn't the Steel God. Just a flashy husk.
Sure, it brimmed with divinity and carried the Steel God's authority, making it tough as hell—but that was it.
"Perfect for a test run."
Rokan flashed a sinister grin.
He flipped off the five apostles, who had vanished into the Steel God like components merging into a combiner robot.
"King of Violence."
It wasn't Storm Gale.
It was no one else.
It was himself.
King of Violence Rokan.
He unleashed the power he himself had aspired to and finally achieved.
"It's out!"
"Huh? But it's not getting bigger?"
"What's going on?"
As Rokan unleashed his power, everyone nearby in the midst of battle turned to look.
They expected his signature transformation into the giant of destruction.
But no transformation occurred.
What awakened was the power of the dead fused into his blood and soul.
The strength of those who had died and become his flesh, his blood, his experience points—it stirred within him.
Even the experience of toppling Storm Gale and the power absorbed from Yanken had melded into it, taking form.
His blood boiled.
Flames like noble fire bloomed in his eyes.
A god of violence descended there, overwhelming all regardless of size.
"Not bad."
Even for Rokan, this was the first time properly testing the skill.
He'd agonized endlessly to complete this master skill as a replacement for Storm Gale's incarnation, then rushed straight here.
And the results were astonishing.
Even without the destructive force from sheer bulk, this power already surpassed Storm Gale's incarnation.
The history and legend he'd built himself granted him immense strength.
A power only Rokan could wield, only Rokan could bear.
"Steps of Valor."
Boom!
The moment Rokan lightly stomped, the Steel God's sturdy frame shook violently and staggered back several paces.
"Tough as expected."
Yet its silvery body bore not even the slightest scratch.
That alone highlighted why the Steel God was called the [Absolute Armor].
" Now that's more like it."
But Rokan just laughed.
If it went down too easily, where was the fun? The divinity yield from crushing it would be pathetic, too.
Boom! Boom! Crash! Crash!
Without another word, Rokan swung his battle axe relentlessly.
Pure strikes fueled by raw power, untouched by divinity—yet the Steel Giant's body rocked wildly, flailing without landing a proper counter.
"Shall we pick up the pace?"
If Rokan had taken a giant form himself, he might've dragged it into a brute-force contest. But he was too small—hitting it was nearly impossible.
Its stats might even be superior, but with the size gap? If it'd known, it never would've chosen the Steel God for the descent.
Crack.
And amid that one-sided pummeling, at some point, a fissure appeared on the body that had seemed indestructible.
Tiny compared to its bulk—like a mere scrape—but the implications were huge.
Divinity's ruin.
The Steel God's authority and trait, [Impenetrable Armor], had shattered.
Like a broken cup that could never be mended whole, once the belief in invincibility cracked, it snowballed uncontrollably.
Craaack!
Rokan's repeated strikes on the same spot widened the fissure, spreading it across the entire body.
It crumbled at a ferocious rate, losing its mirror-like sheen forever.
Clang!
The Steel God shattered into hundreds of millions of fragments without landing a single proper blow on Rokan.
[The imperfectly summoned Steel God has been destroyed.]
[The Steel God rages at you.]
[The Steel God rages at its foolish apostles.]
[You have absorbed a fragment of the Steel God's divinity.]
[Will you absorb the Steel God's divinity? Absorb / Use]
"I'll absorb it."
With that, the divinity flowed into him.
Rokan chose absorption this time as well.
The Steel God's divinity was potent, but it overlapped too much with his own abilities.
Steel-like will and flesh.
Plus, like with the fame realms he'd annexed, attribute mismatches might make it unusable.
The Steel God was steel itself, after all—not human or humanoid.
"Wooooaaah!"
"The robot's down!"
"Damn it! Rokan's won! He's won!"
"You bastards. I'll sweep every last one of you!"
Victory in the commanders' duel. Rokan single-handedly crushing ten users, each level 400 with apostles to boot—Korean players surged with momentum.
Conversely, morale plummeted among International Guild Alliance players who watched their trusted leaders get obliterated.
The tide didn't just flip—it turned one-sided in mere seconds.
The Alliance's numbers, boasting at least ten times more, dwindled rapidly.
In under ten minutes, they fell below the Korean players' count.
"Conscription."
It wasn't just Korean players—conscripted NPCs joined the fray.
No way was he leaving invaders in his territory to others' hands.
He massively reinforced his forces beyond even the losses and threw himself into slaughtering them.
Beyond the capital to major cities, even other races' camps!
Former logic like Golden Lion Front or Black Dragon Legion meant nothing now. This was a national defense war.
"Huh? Rokan's here. Run!"
"Damn it, if only they'd come slower...!"
Rokan Church followers spanned races and factions, already a huge portion, bolstered by authorities and blessings—they'd barely held against the onslaught.
In that time, Rokan appeared and butchered the enemy core.
He crushed and massacred them so brutally that they'd never dare charge again, pissing themselves at the mere thought of him.
Not only spitting back seized bases but looting every pocket clean.
That led to an amusing situation.
"Damn! Not enough gold!"
"Crazy. They said they'd cover return fares! What're the guilds saying?"
"No contact. They ditched first, probably. I'm the idiot for trusting them!"
"No hunting grounds nearby? Ones with good gold drops!"
"Hunting grounds? We need to get out first!"
A return fare shortage hit.
Using rainbow teleporters to other nations' soil imposed massive costs per person.
Guilds usually subsidized and extorted gold from the target dimension—but this ambush left no time for that, and with the reversal, many hadn't been paid as they fled.
Fund handlers died repeatedly, and knowing they'd try returning home or to the heavens, Rokan seized the teleporters.
Thus, many Alliance players dropped gold and coins on each death, losing their fares home.
Some even got killed after payout, losing enough to fall short.
They could've farmed hunting grounds, but Korean players guarded every inch, vengeful blades drawn—effectively self-imprisoned in the safe-zone teleporters.
"Surrender, or get crushed?"
To them, Rokan made one offer.
Surrender and submit to detention, and he wouldn't kill them.
The teleporter interiors were no-attack safe zones anyway, but most bought his promise of POW treatment, hands up, stepping out trustingly.
"Guhk— you said POW treatment...!"
"Yeah, POWs. War prisoners, punk!"
Thwack.
But they got no humane welcome.
After invading foreign soil, massacring at will, now begging mercy in defeat?
Ridiculous!
They signed contracts promising no trouble and compliance with disposal—barely clinging to life.
Willful or not, they'd invaded Rokan's territory—South Korea—and had to pay in blood.
Meanwhile, Rokan pulled lists of so-called International Guild Alliances and their colonized nations.
Exactly ten men. Just enough for cleanup. He used the teleporters to reclaim those places.
Reclaiming colonies would weaken their powerbases.
No need or reason for Korea to rule them.
Hadn't he shown absolute superiority trumps squeezing colonies?
Thus began the one-man legion's "liberation army" operation.