A swarm of bats blackened the sky around Sungchul.
These were the newly born vampires.
The number of vampires joining the swarm grew exponentially, quickly reaching into the thousands.
“…”
Sungchul silently stared towards the direction of the necromancer who was situated somewhere beyond the swarm of black bats.
Eventually, the swarm of bats settled behind Sungchul, revealing their true form.
Pale faces devoid of blood, red eyes, and eerily long fangs.
They were vampires.
The corpses that had been mutilated by the Barbarians during their lifetime were now even more tragic to behold, cloaked in the black paint of death.
“Ugh. I really hate this.”
Bertelgia shuddered lightly at the sight of the hideous remains of the dead.
“Kiiiiiii!”
A horde of vampires rushed at Sungchul.
Sungchul’s response was but a single swing.
Thwack!
With the god-like power imbued in each swing of the hammer sweeping across the battlefield, the attacking vampires vanished without a trace.
They were turned to ash and literally incinerated by the blow that far exceeded their durability which released them from their accursed form.
Another group of vampires launched an attack, targeting Sungchul from behind.
Whack!
With a single swing of his hammer, dozens of vampires turned to ash and scattered.
“Urkash. Amilka!”
The necromancer watching this spectacle from afar realized that Sungchul was not at all like any other human she had witnessed until now.
The vampires’ movements changed.
The swarm of bats that had filled the sky descended upon Sungchul, creating a massive encirclement.
A ball park estimate of the bats put it around five thousand strong.
The remaining swarm of bats circled the surroundings, observing the situation.
Arcanite who had been watching Sungchul from afar shouted at him.
“Do you need support?”
To this, Sungchul gave a short reply.
“No need.”
At the same time, the malicious voice of a necromancer echoed from far away.
“Halsh!”
With that vile outcry as a signal, the vampires swarmed Sungchul from all sides.
“Kiiiiii!”
The undead, bristling with an aura of death, tried to engulf Sungchul like a tidal wave.
Thousands of hands moved perfectly coordinated as if they were a part of some hideous centipede, fangs glistening with a chilling light under the dark sky.
It seemed nothing could survive in this place that reeked of death.
However, they were dealing with no ordinary human.
“…”
He was an emotionless butcher to his enemies, a relentless slayer who knew no fatigue.
Swish.
In his left hand, a great sword materialized.
“It’s been a while! Are you going to slay something foul and fetid this time too?”
The sentient sword was Krumbui.
“It’s relatively fresh this time.”
Sungchul began to slaughter the charging vampires after he replied.
In one hand was Fal Garaz, and in the other was Krumbui.
As the two divine weapons moved like a windmill, the vampire army began to evaporate in their wake, leaving only darkened ashes.
It was feat of martial art that could not be from a human, a spectacle of prowess undefeatable and unmatched.
In only few moments, hundreds of vampires were slaughtered. The remaining vampires were also slaughtered by Sungchul, as if being drawn into a blender.
The swarm of bats that had been circling the area descended upon him in an attempt to reinforce the attacking bats, but Sungchul’s rate of destruction was faster than their replenishment rate.
In the end, the vampire army ceased its offensive and all transformed into bats to escape from Sungchul.
Now, there was nothing left on the earth between Sungchul and the Barbarian necromancer.
Although the swarms of bats that were darkening the sky were clearly still looking for an opportunity to do something, those who were neither live nor dead would be unable to bring about any change to the outcome of what was about to come.
Sungchul marched forward with a calm, dignified stride, holding a weapon in each hand.
His solitary march caught the eyes of the elf army and the rulers of other nations who were watching from behind the living barrier.
“Is that the true extent of the power of the Imperial Commander in Chief?”
It was no longer at the level of humans.
The legendary tale of Sungchul single-handedly rampaging through a hundred thousand strong demon army at the Frontline of the Demon Realm was indeed a true story.
However, even that was nothing compared to what was going on now.
The ranks of the demon army had been inflated with mostly weak lower rank demons. Runing amok and massacring such an army was in no way comparable to slaughtering an army entirely composed of nothing but higher rank undead Vampires.
The sense of awe that transcended fear was instilled not only in the human elvan allies but also unmistakably to the Barbarians.
“U… Uhrkash. Dhaka!”
“Jenka!”
The Barbarians instinctively realized it.
That, what was approaching them was not a foe of equal standing, but a slaughterer.
The necromancer raised her voice and shook her staff adorned with eyeballs.
The flock of bats that had been circling in the air landed in front of Sungchul and transformed back into their original forms, once again erecting a wall of vampires.
“Shuiika!!!”
The vampires all transformed into fog in unison.
The battlefield, brimming with overflowing dark energy, was instantly flooded with the fog that the vampires had transformed into, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead.
“…”
Nonetheless, Sungchul simply walked forward without a word.
Within the fog, sharp claws of a vampire came ambushing his back.
Vampires that somehow managed toget beneath the ground were reaching out from the earth targeting Sungchul’s feet.
All of it was a meaningless struggle.
God-like strength passed through the entirety of Sungchul’s body.
Sungchul’s left foot rose into the air and then harshly stomped the ground.
Boom!
The earth seem to tilt off of its axis.
As a result, all the vampires reaching up from beneath his feet were turned to ash in the shockwave, their insides crushed.
Fal Garaz cut through the air.
Whoosh-
Not only did Fal Garaz carry the weight of Sungchul’s god-like strength behind it, even the resulting gust of wind pushed aside by the weapon during its swing carried such explosive energy it destroyed and swept everything away in its vicinity.
“Kiiiiiiii!”
The vampires hidden in the fog shattered to ashes under that pressure.
Their forms had changed, but the one-sided slaughter could not be stemmed.
However, if a difference had to be pointed out in the situation, it was that the distance between Sungchul and the Necromancer had now grown smaller.
The barbarian warriors stood in the way of the Necromancer, holding spears and axes.
“Ino! Ino!”
“Uhrkash! Dhaka!”
Despite their loud cheers trying to boost morale, Sungchul clearly saw.
The fear now firmly rooted in the eyes of the Barbarians.
From this, Sungchul saw how he could guarantee a victory.
Sungchul, who had been slowly moving until now, suddenly shot forward like an arrow.
“See yah next time.”
As Krombui in his left hand disappeared, a black wooden staff appeared in his grip.
The barbarians formed a dense formation to defend against the charging Sungchul.
A glint appeared in Sungchul’s eyes.
‘This tribe knows how to form a decent formation.’
However, it might have been better for them not to know.
A faint spark spat out from the end of the black staff with a sizzling sound.
“Chain Lightning.”
Ancient magic erupted from the black staff.
The searing current whipped freely through the dense crowd of Barbarians.
The Barbarians, packed shoulder to shoulder, fell one by one, bodies charred black in the face of the merciless force of lightning.
However, Sungchul’s magic does not end with just a single cast.
[ Echo x6 ]
No sooner had one bolt of lightning ended than the next one struck the Barbarians. Given the extremely short casting time of Chain Lightning, its echoes seemed to strike one after another like a rapid burst of a machine gun.
In the midst of the raging storm of endless lightning, the Barbarian’s shield wall was reduced to ashes.
Thud.
Sungchul’s military boots hit the ground right in front of the bulging eyes of a Barbarian, whose body was twisted and billowing with smoke. Despite everything they threw at him, they could not stop his advance.
“…”
There was now no one between him and the masked Barbarian necromancer.
Barbarians from right and left sides were shouting and rushing over to rescue their shaman, but they were far, and Sungchul was close.
And more importantly, Sungchul was faster than the Barbarians.
Fal Garaz shattered the layers of wood stacked by the Barbarians with a single blow.
Within the scattering fragments, Sungchul spotted the retreating back of the shaman and pursued her directly.
“Zenkayish!”
The shaman turned her back, waving her staff.
A blasphemous power filled the black lightning, striking Sungchul.
However, the destructive power of the black lightning was nothing noteworthy.
The destructive force within the lightning was cleaved in half by Sungchul’s Soul Contract, the Thunder Shield, and further nullified by colliding with the magic resistance Sungchul himself possessed innately.
The true power of the black lightning lay elsewhere.
Immediately after being struck by the black lightning, a hallucination of a gloomly view covered in corpses, flesh, and blood sprang up in Sungchul’s sight.
It was a mental attack of sorts. And an unbelievably high powered one at that.
The fact that such a concrete image was revealed to Sungchul, who possessed the Thunder Shield, in itself was proof it was a psychic attack of at least the Legendary tier or higher.
However, no psychic attacks of any kind had the potential to work against Sungchul.
The illusion quickly dispersed like a mirage, and beyond the dispersing illusion, Sungchul stared at the shaman who held up her staff with both hands toward her.
Sungchul caught the descending staff with one hand.
For sure, it was a powerful strike.
However, compared to the strength Sungchul possessed, the power of the Barbarians was not yet outside of the realm of what other mortals were capable of.
Sungchul smashed the staff, adorned with eyeballs and blood, and other human by-products.
The left hand that broke the staff then went forward and tightly gripped the shaman’s neck.
“Ch… chuuugh…..! Ee… Eeno!”
The shaman’s feet were lifted.
The shaman flailed her arms and legs in mid-air and made a strange noises.
Thud.
Eventually, the shaman’s mask was torn off.
Hidden beneath the mask was surprisingly a beautiful young woman’s face.
“Jenka…. Eeno….?”
Sungchul glared at the shaman and spoke bluntly.
“Shut up!”
Crunch!
Power surged into Sungchul’s hand.
The shaman’s neck snapped instantly, and she let out a death cry.
Sungchul dropped the lifeless body of the shaman onto the ground and turned his gaze towards the charging Barbarians.
“Who’s next?”
Having witnessed Sungchul’s advance and the ease to which he overcame everything they threw at him, the Barbarians halted their steps and hesitated.
“Doesn’t seem like it’s over yet?”
Suddenly, Bertelgia spoke up.
In the next moment, Sungchul felt a brilliant golden light shining from behind him.
‘This feeling. Could it be.’
With a sense of doubt, Sungchul turned around to look.
A radiant and glorious golden light lingered on the body of the dead shaman.
A faint wrinkle creased Sungchul’s brow.
“…”
The shaman was resurrecting.
This was unmistakably a resurrection by Soul Contract.
There were various types of resurrection Soul Contracts, but the type of resurrection Soul Contract used by the shaman just now was almost indistinguishably similar to that used by the members of the holy order serving the God of Order.
‘Without a doubt, it’s the same type of Soul Contract as that Inquisitor.’
But why?
Why does this brutal barbarian, devoid of any humanity or kindness, possess a Soul Contract granted only to the most devout of the followers of the God of Order?
Sungchul pondered this question as he waited for the shaman’s resurrection, clutching Fal Garaz tightly.
As the golden light faded, the shaman returned to the battlefield in a fully recovered state.
Had this had been a close battle, this resurrection might have served some meaningful purpose. But in a completely one sided battle, it only served to prolong and multiply suffering.
Knowing this fact better than anyone, the shaman who returned from death spoke desperately to Sungchul.
“O… One King?”
The barbarian spoke.
In the language of this world.
“The one king?”
Sungchul shook his head.
A brief silence fell between them.
But the silence didn’t last long.
As if suddenly recalling something she shouldn’t have, the Shaman’s eyes glinted with an intense light of fear, causing her to spit out a sharp sound like a snake.
“Br… Brins Arnolt!”
The shaman, hands aflame with poison, attacked Sungchul.
Fal Garaz struck down the shaman.
The shaman shattered upon impact with the ground.
The shaman’s resurrection ended after one attempt.
The swathes of bats that had filled the sky began to fall one by one, and the fog that blanketed the battlefield dissolved into ash.
The battle was over.
The Barbarians who were charging towards Sungchul stood confused before they finally realized their fate.
‘It’s finally time to give everyone a reason to feel confident.’
Sungchul raised Fal Garaz high.
A radiant light emanated from his entire body.
Though fainter than the golden light that revived the shaman, its illumination was like that of the sun lighting up the earth, casting over the entire battlefield and dispelling the darkness cast by the black clouds.
And that light engraved the word courage deeply into the hearts of those who shared Sungchul’s will.
8th-tier magic of light.
Glory.
A sacred light that had been lost to time was now once again brightly illuminating the world.
“Everyone, charge! Exterminate the remnants!”
Sungchul swung Fal Garaz forward as he barked his command.
The soldiers who had been watching the battlefield quietly behind the living palisades felt endless courage and confidence well up from within them and began their advance en masse, rushing out from their defensive positions.
Though they may be weak and unremarkable, fear could not be found among them.
The Barbarians, who had lost not only their leader but also their courage, felt fear for the first time towards the humans of this era, whom they had nothing but ridicule for.
The Barbarians began to back pedal.
Sungchul advanced with his hammer in hand, leading the allied army that swarmed into the fields to fill up the ranks behind him, convinced of yet another victory.
There were three people watching from behind.
One of them was the King Arcanite of the Ancient Kingdom.
‘Is this the true power of the Enemy of the World?’
It was widely known that Sungchul had casually fought against an army of hundred thousand Demons alone, but Arcanite had been skeptical as to the validity of such claims.
It was because Arcanite had known Sungchul’s limitations and weakness in the past.
Yet, the Sungchul that stood before him now had reached a level so high that judging his power was now completely out of the question.
A thought briefly crossed Arcanite’s mind.
‘Despite possessing such great power, why…’
Arcanite’s eyes, always glowing with arrogance, clouded over for once.
‘Why bother with something so unnecessarily annoying as running a session of the World Parliament? If he possesses such power, it would have been trivial to just kill all other competition and claim the crown for himself.’
A terrifying idea.
But one that was uncomfortably within plausibility.
Another spectator was nestled in the shadow of a guard tower deeply embedded in the elf camp.
A hideous old woman who used to be the Second Champion of the Continent and the chairman of the World Parliament, but now who amounted to nothing.
Aquiroa was standing motionless like a statue in the shadow of the guard tower, watching Sungchul’s advance.
“…”
Without uttering a word or making any movement.
The last spectator was located in the depths of the forest, in the Barbarian’s camp.
He was a colossal barbarian, wearing a blood-stained mask, riding upon a massive reindeer.
“Brins Arnolt.”
Behind the barbarian, thousands of other barbarians stood in an orderly fashion, waiting for his command.
The barbarian, riding a reindeer, watched Sungchul for a while before leaving the battlefield with his subordinates.
In his ears, the voices from another world echoed.
[ Indeed, he’s living up to his name as the tool of the gods.]
[ But he’s not as strong as I thought. Honestly, his strength is laughable. It’s so different from what I felt before.]
[ Is he bound by the limitations of a mortal vessel after all?]
[ What would happen if we summoned a divine beast?]
[ There’s no need to summon a divine beast. There’s no need to show our trump card to the traitor, after all.]
[But one must never be complacent. That tool has shown its potential once. Therefore, it must not be allowed to live for long.]
Sinister laughter echoed in the Transcendent World.
A man managed to attract the attention of the Lesser Gods.
After knocking down a charging Barbarian, Sungchul looked up at the sky.
“…”
He felt an uneasy premonition.
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