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Sweeping Everything Away with a Counter Attack Power of 10,000,000,000 Chapter 139

.。.:✧ Beastmen (1) ✧:.。

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Yuma looked at the two men standing before him.

Ragnark, the direct knight of Prince Ricardo the Third, and Agail, who had been brought by Bell and Haven’s group.

Both possessed quite useful power.

They had sufficient potential to be recruited as members of the divine legion.

If he was going to do it, he might as well do it properly.

Ever since becoming a god, Yuma had continuously tried to keep that thought in his mind.

Because there were words that he absolutely could not speak aloud unless he was determined to do things properly.

“I will give you power.”

It was precisely when saying words like this.

“You are beings who have possessed strong power from the beginning. By receiving power from me, you will be able to surpass the limits that were originally inherent within you.”

At Yuma’s continuing words, the two simply knelt silently and continued to listen to Yuma’s words.

Ragnark was someone who had directly witnessed Yuma’s divine status.

Agail had continuously heard the name of the War God Yuma through Bell and Haven’s mouths during the time he rode the griffon up to the imperial capital.

Ragnark opened his mouth.

“Are you bestowing this unilaterally…?”

He asked cautiously, trailing off his words.

Yuma slowly shook his head.

“No.”

As if that would be the case.

He was scattering seeds first because there were things to extract later.

“The continent of Silmaria will stabilize as it is. Because I have declared it a holy land.”

Yuma’s words continued.

“You will need to help drive out the gods who are occupying the remaining continents of this middle world.”

Ragnark’s eyes widened.

From Ragnark’s perspective, having witnessed with his own eyes Yuma blowing away two gods at once, he couldn’t understand Yuma’s words.

“Do you… need help?”

Such an overwhelming spectacle.

He didn’t think that Yuma, who possessed such power, would need his help.

“I should be the one to kill the gods.”

Only he could kill gods.

“But there are many other harmful effects they have left behind. As you have felt as well.”

Gods leave behind retainers numbering in the hundreds to tens of thousands.

First and foremost, recruiting talent to deal with those retainers was significant.

No matter how many devotees with outstanding martial prowess he gathered, their numbers were insufficient.

Of course, the reason Yuma was gathering devotees with strong martial power wasn’t only for purifying the middle world’s continents.

The long-term perspective was significant.

Creating a legion that could easily protect the middle world when gods invaded again from the divine realm.

That was the second reason.

If possible, taking some devotees along as military resources when invading the divine realm later.

That was the third reason.

Yuma cast [War God’s Protection] on Ragnark and Agail.

Agail and Ragnark’s eyes widened at the energy welling up in their bodies.

“Ohhh…”

At the energy surging through his entire body, Ragnark unconsciously raised his body.

He felt as if his muscles had been regenerated anew.

“…”

Agail sat quietly and slowly savored the mighty power that had suddenly descended upon his body.

“If you train in that state, it will help with advancing your realm.”

Having already confirmed the intense effects through Bell, Yuma could speak with considerable confidence.

“Try moving your body once now.”

At Yuma’s words, Agail also slowly raised his body.

The two moved their bodies following Yuma’s words while in a state of uncertainty in their minds.

And they continued training with their mouths agape inside, astonished.

Just as Yuma had said, their physical abilities had risen by a level, and the quality of their mana had improved.

“In this state… let’s have a sparring match while receiving protection from Lord Yuma.”

At the words of Ragnark, who held a knight’s title, Agail, who was a mercenary, bowed his head.

“That’s a good idea.”

Ragnark’s sword and Agail’s spear continuously clashed.

While the two were exchanging weapons, Yuma felt a gaze shooting at him.

It was Bell’s gaze.

“…”

Bell wasn’t looking at the two men who were drawing brilliant trajectories right in front of him, but was clearly looking at Yuma standing behind them.

And quite gloomily from the gap in the tent.

Bell eventually opened the tent and walked toward Yuma.

Sring—

And drew the sword at her waist.

Why was she suddenly drawing her sword?

Yuma inwardly broke out in a cold sweat.

Bell’s mouth slowly opened.

“It’s been a while, help me with my swordsmanship.”

“Ah, okay.”

Yuma, who had been startled thinking Bell was going to charge at him for suddenly drawing her sword, inwardly let out a sigh of relief.

Yuma moved to the training ground.

He had moved together with Bell.

Bell raised her sword upward.

She swung the sword down strongly.

Swish!

The sound of cutting through the air.

Yuma looked at Bell’s sword path that resonated eerily and extended in multiple directions.

In Yuma’s mind, watching Bell’s sword techniques intently, naturally not much came to mind.

There was only the knowledge that remained in his mind from what he had said, directly conveying the corrections that Balmung sent to his mind.

There was no way Yuma, whose knowledge of swordsmanship was only now accumulating sequentially and systematically, could advise Bell with his own knowledge.

Yuma listened to the voice echoing in his mind.

— “As expected, it’s Bell. Unlike Lord Yuma, she displays a sword path that’s close to perfect.”

Very sincere praise echoed in his mind.”

— “It’s talent on a completely different dimension from Lord Yuma’s. Even looking again.

Yuma lightly tapped the scabbard with his index finger.

It was a signal to shut up and give advice suitable for Bell.

The Balmung sword, not wanting to taste the subspace world, immediately surrendered to Yuma’s signal.

— “When doing horizontal cuts, it might be better to concentrate the sword’s energy more thinly… There’s nothing else particularly to point out.”

Yuma said those words exactly as they were.

“Yeah, got it!”

At Yuma’s words, Bell nodded her head greatly.

Bell accepted Yuma’s words without any doubt.

— “Actually, depending on the situation, there might be situations where it’s better to use sword energy more broadly. With Bell’s level of talent, she probably already knows what kind of situations those would be. She has already passed the stage of learning from someone else.”

The time when he could be swayed by others had already passed.

At the Balmung’s voice, Yuma said one more thing to Bell.

“Now trust your sword path. Most of the judgments you make in swordsmanship and combat will be correct.”

Bell’s eyes widened at Yuma’s words.

“Really? You think so, Yuma?”

Bell’s pink eyes sparkled.

“Yeah.”

Bell stretched both arms up and yawned.

“I also know that I have a better sense for combat than others… That’s why I was always worried more. What would be the optimal sword path? How could I kill enemies faster and more certainly?”

The problem was that the beings Bell assumed as opponents in her mental training were no longer fellow humans, but semi-divine level or higher enemies like those Yuma had faced.

If she had assumed enemies with somewhat equal martial power as opponents, she could have stubbornly trusted her own sword path.

But since she was contemplating how to kill opponents vastly stronger than herself, she couldn’t help but engage in excessive contemplation.

The walls she had encountered while engaging in such contemplation didn’t shatter due to Yuma’s advice, but disappeared like illusions.

So that she no longer needed to worry about them.

“From here on, becoming stronger in terms of martial power is something you and I must do together. Since you have become my apostle.”

“Yeah.”

Bell nodded her head slowly.

“For now, we just need to focus on eliminating the three gods remaining in this middle world… these gods and the retainers they control.”

“Understood.”

Swish!

Bell swung her sword more.

Yuma watched this and fell into thought for a moment.

It wasn’t thoughts about Bell, but about the three gods he had just mentioned.

‘Their location isn’t showing up.’

The location of the god who had invaded the middle world, which Yuma could see as the main god of the middle world, wasn’t confirmed.

To be precise, just one.

Only the location of the [God of Steel and War Clouds] wasn’t showing up.

‘The other two are showing up fine… why?’

The continent of Yeigel.

The [God of Precarious Mace] and [Burning Destruction] – their locations were clearly visible.

But the [God of Steel and War Clouds], whose location had been visible until he killed Galua and Gulan, was no longer showing its location.

‘It can’t be dead.’

Its location just wasn’t showing up.

Because its existence was clearly displayed on the left side of the map window in front of Yuma’s eyes.

Since reaching godhood, Yuma had never worried about memory.

His memory and cognitive abilities had been enhanced to the point where even the jokes his companions made at every moment came to mind sequentially.

Even so, for things that absolutely must not be forgotten, like the locations of the remaining gods, he had even made separate notes.

Yuma took out a notebook from his subspace pocket.

‘The location when I last checked was definitely Brenton Island, located at the bottom right of the Yeigel continent.’

Checking the notebook, it was indeed Brenton Island.

‘Either it hid its appearance itself, or there’s a god helping it?’

What was certain was that it probably wasn’t related to the two gods whose locations were clearly visible.

‘If they had the power to hide their appearance, they would have hidden themselves.’

Yuma judged that one of the remaining five [Eight Evil Gods] remaining in the divine realm was helping the [God of Steel and War Clouds].

‘If one is hiding, I just need to kill the visible ones first.’

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The continent of Yeigel.

The kingdom of Zeparos, located in the northern part of the continent’s two-thirds point.

In front of the kingdom’s massive castle walls, there were groups who had pitched camp.

The beastmen who lived in exchange with humans from various nations on the Yeigel continent.

They were beastmen of the [Eger] tribe.

A being with a furry bird’s head and arms and lower body similar to humans was sitting in a chair.

It was the tribal chief Kregel-Eger.

On both sides of him, a total of five hundred beastmen stood upright with their staffs planted in the ground.

A barrier created to block the gods’ divine power and invasion.

They were pouring their strength into maintaining that barrier.

“…How long do you think we can hold out?”

At Kregel’s words, Baltoon-Eger, the tribe’s elder and magician, let out a sigh.

“Three days at most.”

At those words, the worry appearing in Kregel’s eyes deepened.

Then, suddenly, someone came running urgently.

Thud! Thud!

“Chief!”

It was Samer, the tribe’s great warrior.

Samer hurriedly bowed his massive body and reported to Chief Kregel.

“Right now, the 1st Knight Order of the Zeparos Kingdom is approaching.”

Kregel furrowed his brow.

What was this about all of a sudden?

“Reinforcements?”

Samer shook his head.

“Right now… they’re coming to interrogate whether the beings who appear to be gods invaded to attack the continent, or whether the continent was unluckily caught up in an invasion targeting our Eger tribe. It seems they’ve probably found out about the story of the Purma Kingdom’s destruction on the Geregen continent.”

“…Hah.”

A helpless sigh flowed from Kregel’s mouth.

“Such nonsense…”

The Eger tribe were indeed survivors of the Purma Kingdom and their descendants.

But Purma’s destruction and the current invasion were separate matters.

Kregel could assert this.

“Don’t they still know who the continent is enduring because of?”

Kregel was furious.

At the humans who dared to raise their swords against them without knowing gratitude.

The sound of massive movement was heard from beyond the barracks.

“…It seems they’ve arrived.”

Samer gritted his teeth and raised his heavy body.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

It was the sound of footsteps of kingdom knights wearing armor.

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I Was Mistaken for the God of War

I Was Mistaken for the God of War

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Status: Ongoing Type: Artist: Released: 2023
"I'll concede the first strike." Please, hit me first. For fuck's sake. When I parried the attack, I was mistaken for a God of War.

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