Chapter 329

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Yoo-seong, the Hero.

Currently known as the God of War, Mars, the Commander of the Celestial Corps.

A man who has dominated for over 150 years, reigning at an untouchable apex.

It may be surprising, but his pure skill is not unparalleled.

He is certainly the strongest and at the pinnacle.

As one who has reached the realm of the divine, he is undoubtedly an unmatched pugilist and swordsman.

There are only a handful of people who can dare to be compared to him.

However, in other words, there are people who can be compared to him.

A prime example in the current generation is Knight leader Johan.

The God of War’s disciple. The Sword Saint. The strongest man when limited to ‘swordsmanship’ alone.

He may be several levels below Yoo-seong, but that’s only due to the difference in their years lived.

If Johan had lived as long as Yoo-seong, the gap might have been reversed.

In the previous generation, there was Jin, the former Captain of the 7th Division.

His swordsmanship, which even cleaved a Devil God at his final moment, certainly reached Yoo-seong’s level.

Even if it was just a final burst of glory before death, he had challenged the God of War’s domain.

Going back even further, we reach Michael.

The Godlike One. Yoo-seong’s comrade. The Knight of Light.

The man who was called the ‘strongest Supernatural’ before Yoo-seong.

The era made him second-best, but in another era, he would have been the strongest.

His swordsmanship’s technique far surpassed even Yoo-seong.

Yoo-seong is strong.

However, his skill is not an unattainable, celestial realm.

There have certainly been people in the world who could match or surpass him.

Yet, Yoo-seong is the strongest.

Ultimately, no one could reach Yoo-seong.

No one challenged Yoo-seong’s throne.

Not Johan, not Jin, not even Michael.

Compared to Yoo-seong, they were reduced to mere mortals.

Because, in the end, skill is just one of the measures of strength.

“Light.”

Yoo-seong murmured softly.

Radiant light envelops the earth.

The brilliance of the one who resembles God wraps around the God of War.

The space distorts just from the leakage of some of the power.

The vision is distorted, and the texture of reality crumpled like paper.

‘What a mess.’

Astaroth clicked her tongue.

The preliminary skirmish was over, and the real battle began.

Immediately after, Astaroth was overwhelmed by the end of the world itself.

The reason Yoo-seong is so powerful is simple. Overwhelming specs. He has the ‘power’ to crush everything. The superiority of his Supernatural ability is secondary; this absurd spec is the source of his strength. The very foundation is different. Just as the Devil Gods and humans are on different levels, Yoo-seong and other Supernaturals are born with different capacities.

‘So, the stalemate with Bael wasn’t just bluffing, huh?’

Honestly, she thought it was strange. Yoo-seong’s specs are not significantly superior to the Devil Gods. He’s ahead, but not to an unmanageable extent. This guy, with specs that even he wasn’t sure he could handle, fought Bael? He survived against the King of the Devil Gods? Even considering the uniqueness of Supernatural abilities, it didn’t make sense.

But seeing this, she understood somewhat. 

Yeah, maybe. At this level, he might be able to withstand Bael. He’s far short of Bael, but he’s at least at the level of instantly killing one or two Devil Gods. Is this the true power of the God of War? Was he holding back when he fought Murmur?

Wherever his gaze landed, the coordinates of space were altered. He’s turning this entire area into a subspace. Separating the cemetery from reality. He’s not using space abilities like Murmur. It’s closer to his existence encroaching on space, forcibly twisting it. It was so absurd that she couldn’t even laugh.

‘But…’

Astaroth narrowed her blue eyes.

Her crescent-shaped gaze contained an undeniable interest.

‘He’s been hiding this much power all this time? If he’d used it sooner, Murmur and I would already be dead?’

It’s an admirable power, but power without a cost doesn’t exist.

The fact that he’s been saving it means there must be a reason.

For example, it’s physically taxing, or there’s a limit to how many times he can use it?

Either way, it was a truly interesting topic.

‘End it quickly.’

Astaroth’s hypothesis was accurate.

For Yoo-seong, this power was a trump card he wanted to save as much as possible.

His prime is long gone. 150 years ago, when he fought Baal, was when Yoo-seong shone the brightest. Back then, he could probably even kill the Four Seasons. 

From the start, he was a sword forged to kill Bael. If he couldn’t even handle the Four Seasons, how could he kill Bael?

Supernatural ability is the power of the mind.

If the mind becomes stronger, the Supernatural ability also becomes stronger.

If the mind becomes weaker, the Supernatural ability also becomes weaker.

Yoo-seong’s current mental strength is nothing compared to the past.

The time when his blood was boiling the most.

When he had nothing to fear in the world.

Before being worn down by the ravages of time.

The era when he was most pure because he was untainted.

The moment when his beliefs shone the brightest.

At that time, Yoo-seong was a Hero.

The comrade of the Godlike One.

A companion and partner of the one who reached the Pinnacle of Humanity.

And the Hero of the Blessed Saintess.

But those good times have passed.

The Hero Yoo-seong was swept away by the tides of time, and what remained in his place was the God of War, Mars.

His clear and clean blue eyes lost their former light with all sorts of stains.

Time is the most powerful force, and that force eroded even Yoo-seong.

That’s right. The God of War is weaker than the Hero. The Hero is stronger than the God of War. Yoo-seong’s prime was long gone.

Moreover, Yoo-seong made a contract with Bael.

The Chosen One remains silent.

If he does, Bael will also remain silent.

With that contract, Yoo-seong sealed the power of the Chosen One.

Already past his prime, and without the abilities of the Chosen One.

A rusted sword. The current Yoo-seong was, in a word, pathetically deteriorated and weakened.

‘The ability to recover power with Michael’s sword is only temporary. I’ll settle it within that time.’

Michael’s legacy left for his friend who would be left alone.

A holy sword and divine sword containing his Supernatural ability.

Only when he wields this sword can Yoo-seong reproduce a part of his prime.

Even that is only when the ‘light’ remains in the divine sword.

Michael’s power is not permanent. It will decrease the more it is used, and eventually, it will be exhausted. The divine sword, with its ‘light’ consumed, will be reduced to an ordinary sword.

That’s why Yoo-seong didn’t use Michael’s sword recklessly. For a possible future. He saved it and saved it again for a rematch with Baal that might come someday.

‘If that bastard didn’t just steal Eugene’s body… I have to end it now, even at some sacrifice!’

If things go wrong, she might become as dangerous as Bael.

Cutting off the bud now, before it grows, is the best option.

Even if it means losing Michael’s sword as a result.

If he can eliminate the seeds of unrest in advance, it’s worth it.

“Under heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one.”

Swish. 

The sound of fabric brushing echoed.

The white coat symbolizing the Captain of the Celestial Corps flutters like a cape.

Like the starlight twinkling in the night sky, Yoo-seong gripped a flash of light.

Something is coming.

Astaroth’s intuition rang alarm bells.

She scoffed at the sense of crisis that made her hair stand on end.

She points her right foot forward, aiming at the sword.

She finished preparing to respond at any moment.

She doesn’t know what great thing he’s going to show, but she can’t be easily defeated…

“The three realms are all suffering; I shall bring them peace.”

A calm voice echoed as if permeating.

Three slashes that scour the earth like divine punishment.

The second strike is swung at the same time as the first strike.

The third strike in addition to the second strike being deployed.

A total of three sword strikes poured out in an instant.

It’s not just three strikes. It was Yoo-seong’s ultimate skill. His deadly technique. 

In the past, when Jin cut down Belial. He showed a divine skill that cut through everything, including time and space. 

This technique is an evolution of that slash. A perfect superior version. It cuts through space. It cuts through time. It cuts through concepts. It cuts through cause and effect. It even cuts through the future. First, the result of ‘cutting’ is determined, and then the process is carried out.

That’s why it can’t be avoided. Evasion is impossible. Even if special laws are applied to alter reality, the result will not change because even those laws are cut down.

The decisive reason Yoo-seong took out Michael’s sword was to use this technique. The supreme technique that the current Yoo-seong, deteriorated compared to his prime, can barely imitate. 

A deadly slash that can only be unleashed when swordsmanship that has reached the realm of the divine and spiritual influence that can interfere with cause and effect are combined. 

It was Yoo-seong’s God-slaying technique that was finally activated because he reproduced a part of his prime with Michael’s sword.

“Keuh?!”

Three slashes were carved into Astaroth’s body.

The first on her neck.

The second diagonally across her upper body.

The third from her left side to her right thigh.

Her reaction was late. By the time she recognized it, the lines had already been drawn. Astaroth widened her eyes. 

What on earth did he do? The focus of her vision became blurred. Yoo-seong’s figure appeared as dozens. Numerous afterimages overlapped, and scenes from the past, present, and future were seen simultaneously.

“I’ll have to apologize to Eugene.”

Yoo-seong glared at Astaroth with a chilling gaze.

“For cutting up his body.”

As soon as he finished speaking.

Astaroth’s neck fell off.

Her upper body was split in half.

Her side and legs were cut off.

“Still, well. If I attach them with super regeneration, it’ll work out somehow.”

If not, there’s nothing I can do.

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
The author’s note is still end of service.

Eiehehehehe…

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
3 strikes to correct the mind, the body and remove your ability to reproduce.

Let’s use it on Kat.