Chapter 135: Chapter 134: God of Destruction’s Descendant, Part IV
“Die! I’ll put you back in your places, fools!”
“The time of social classes is long gone. Shouldn’t you all be embarrassed of yourselves for trying to create a new social system?”
“Embarrassed? We’re fighting for our lives! Razor Whirlwind!”
I swung my spear around me, killing countless alliance soldiers while paying attention to the situation around me.
-It’s not looking good. It really doesn’t look good.-
The Ravi Guild was heavily outnumbered, yes, but the alliance wasn’t able to send out its entire army at once. The Ravi Guild had managed to withstand the first couple of waves, but the real problem here was the difference in skill.
The Sahtashwi and the Behi-Kinant were entities that had controlled more than 80% of India before the Otatadolon stage. At the advent of devas and deities, they had used their influence to stay a step ahead of everyone else in India.
“Hang in there! Stop him!”
“Take this! Thick Earth Wall!”
“Don’t think that a puny wall will be able to stop me.”
The Vaishya, Shudra, and Dalit devas were fighting with their all, as well. They fought, unafraid of death, even though they knew they were lacking in skill. If they were going to die, they would at least take another down with them. However, that will was not going to be enough to win them the battle.
-We’re going to lose! We can’t win.-
I tried to see if there was even a sliver of hope, but we didn’t even have a one percent chance of winning this. I had never faced such a hopeless situation before.
“Good.” Rahul smiled as he watched the battle from the other side of the river.
“I have to give it to them for even lasting this long.”
“That’s true,” Rahul agreed. Victory was at their fingertips. “Ignore Lee Jiwon and Lagus Aman. They can’t keep up with our sheer number. Our priority target is Muskan. They may be fighting with their lives on the line, but once Muskan dies, they will lose all will to continue fighting.”
“Yes sir. I’ll pass on your orders.”
At first, the alliance officers recommended focusing on Lee Jiwon and Lagus Aman at the beginning of the battle; they believed they had the numbers to make it possible. However, Rahul had rejected the idea completely and his words were law. A new battle plan was formed; to completely ignore the two.
Rahul had said that no matter how hard they tried, Lee Jiwon and Lagus would never be able to cover the entire battlefield, and now it seemed that Rahul’s words rang true. Lee Jiwon aside, they could see Lagus panic as he was steadily being overrun.
“It’s good that we didn’t have to use our third plan.”
“Yes, if we had to…”
Currently, there were half a million mortals of the Vaishya, Shudra, and Dalit castes gathered twenty kilometers away from the battlefield. As ruthless as Rahul was, he knew that killing all those mortals would create chaos. There were devas of the Vaishya and Shudra caste within the Sahtashwi and the Behi-Kinant Guilds, too, after all…
It was their last resort. Of course, if killing half a million mortals allowed Rahul to kill Muskan, he would be more than willing to give the order. He didn’t care if all of India rose up against him; he could still sleep peacefully after the fact.
“Shit!” I scowled and swore. No matter how many alliance soldiers I killed, there didn’t seem to be an end to them. Up until now, I had worked alone. I preferred it that way as I could take all of the loot for myself and didn’t need to worry about anyone else.
This time, however, I was beginning to feel the limitations of being alone. Sure, I could always ask for help from the Myth and the Sunbin Guilds, but they didn’t belong to me. They weren’t part of my strength. I couldn’t ask them to take part in a foreign civil war when it had nothing to do with them.
-If I do make them help me, I would just end up owing them favors.-
“Get away from Lee Jiwon!”
“Ignore him. Ignore him and push forward!”
“He’s alone; he doesn’t matter!”
I chased after the soldiers as they started to run away from like slippery eels. It was all I could do in this bleak situation.
-I can’t stop them anymore.-
I had changed history when I dealt with the Blood Prince and the King-Emperor’s Tomb with my strength alone. I had thought I could do the same here, but I was wrong. I was too arrogant this time. But then again, this was an impossible fight from the start.
Still, I swung my spear as my comrades were still fighting, not afraid of death. Besides, if things started to really look bad, I had my high AGI and two Blinks to get me out of here in an instant. And so, I accepted the fact that we might lose and continued to fight as best as I could until I felt something hot on my back. There was no fire magic being used around me so that wasn’t the source of the heat. It was almost as if… something big was on its way.
-Is it an enemy?- I thought, but thinking again, I realized it wasn’t from the alliance as they could still win even if they hit a wall. I doubted they would bring something powerful out now.
-Then who is it?-
Even after a few more minutes, I couldn’t tell where this feeling was coming from. It wasn’t the Ravi Guild either.
However, I still had countless more enemies in front of me and I ignored the feeling as best I could and focused on the battle.
Soon, that something was going to show itself, something that I knew quite well.
The Sunbin Guild headquarters…
“Would Jiwon be okay with this? It’s not like this is a personal matter for Jiwon. From the reports, it sounds like he’s more of a mercenary right now.”
“It doesn’t matter. We should use this chance to stay on good terms with him. He’s not the type of person to ask for help, no matter how much he needs it. It’s best if we step in on our own.” Song Daechul took a sip of his tea before continuing, “It’s also the perfect situation to thank him for what he did for Haechang.”
Song Daechul and Song Myungsoo were in high spirits these days. The entire Song family was happy, thanks to Song Haechang.
He still had quite a ways to go, but he was doing his best to deal with his inferiority complex and change. No matter what anyone said, Song Haechang was a member of the Song family. There was no way they couldn’t be happy.
“Get ten thousand elite soldiers ready, but I don’t want you or Haein to go. I don’t want Jiwon to be overburdened.”
Song Daechul decided to entrust the task to his most trusted general, Han Kyungchul. Song Daechul left one last order before Han Kyungchul left. “Monitor the situation first. I trust you to make the right decision to help or not.”
“If you decide to help, contact Jiwon first. Do whatever he believes is best.”
“What if he sends us on a suicide mission?”
Song Daechul chuckled. “He’s no idiot. He won’t do anything that’ll hurt the Sunbin Guild.”
“I understand, sir.”
And so, ten thousand elite Sunbin Guild soldiers secretly headed for India!
The Myth Guild’s headquarters in Old Cairo, Egypt…
“Should we go?” Shin asked Ebonene.
“Hmm…” Ebonene couldn’t reply right away and sighed. Aiding someone who hadn’t asked for help could be waste of time and a discourtesy. They could end up opening a can of worms if they needlessly stepped in.
However, Ebonene knew Lee Jiwon’s personality. He knew Lee Jiwon wouldn’t ask for help, even if things would get dangerous for him. Lee Jiwon would try to solve his problems on his own, no matter what.
“It’d be best if we sent help. Of course, it’ll be fine if we don’t join in when we get there. It’ll be better to at least make the effort than to outright ignore him. We could assess the situation once we get there.”
“Okay, let’s do that.”
And so, with Shin’s orders, another ten thousand elite soldiers of the Myth Guild secretly headed for India, led by the Myth Guild’s sole Unrivaled deva, Benenti.
The battle came to a brief halt when word that a large force had made an unexpected appearance.
“The Sunbin Guild and the Myth Guild?”
The large force that just appeared seemed to be made up of at least a hundred thousand soldiers, many of them Indian. Soldiers of the Sunbin and the Myth Guilds could be clearly seen as well.
“That’s the Arabin Guild!”
“The Fadip Guild is here as well!”
From the Ravi Guild’s cheers, I could tell that they were our allies. A few stepped out from the new crowd and shouted towards the battlefield.
“As the guild master of the Arabin Guild, I can’t speak for all Vaishyas, but as a friend to plenty of Vaishyas, I say this to the Sahtaswhi and the Behi-Kinant Guilds: you are all outdated fools still relying on an ancient caste system that should have died out centuries ago! Open your eyes, you blind old man. You don’t even know where the new world is heading for!”
“As the guild master of the Fadip Guild, I also can’t speak for all Shudras, but as a friend to plenty of Shudras, I agree with the Arabin Guild. How much more must you take from us until you are satisfied, you greedy pigs?!”
Even a representative of the Dilats stepped forward to throw some insults and Rahul. A huge cheer roared out in reply before the battlefield fell silent again.
The tables had completely turned.
“All I hear is the braying of filthy animals! Let us show what we do to noisy, filthy peasants!”
“Let’s show them our drive!”
The ground rumbled and shook as the newcomers charged in towards the battlefield. One side of the battlefield was now filled with newfound confidence, and the other side was now on edge.
Just then, a small group split off and headed for me.
“Hello, Mr. Lee. I am Han Kyungchul, the captain of the Sunbin Guild’s Third Assault team. I brought ten thousand of our most elite soldiers with me.”
“It’s been a while, Mr. Lee. I have to ask, why didn’t you ask the Myth Guild for help when you seem to have been in quite the pickle?”
“…” I had no idea these guys would actually come. They actually joined in without my asking them, just for me.
“I have been ordered by Master Song to do whatever Mr. Lee asks of me. We are to do as you say, no matter how perilous the task. Shall we cut the enemy down?”
“The Myth Guild is here to do the same. We don’t leave a friend in need out to dry.”
“Let’s… deal with the enemy for now.” I lamented myself for having nothing better to say. I wanted to at least show them my thanks, or look cool or something, but the words didn’t come out of my mouth.
“Hah! We’ll make them pay for messing with our friend.”
If the words didn’t work, I would show them with my actions. I left the Sunbin and the Myth teams behind me and charged right back in to the battle. The flow of the battle had completely changed directions.
“Those sons of bitches. How dare those lowly beasts…!” Rahul roared in anger. Victory was within his grasp. He just needed thirty, no ten more minutes until he had his fingers around Muskan’s throat.
“Why are they in India?!” The Sunbin and the Myth Guilds had proudly showed their emblems on their uniforms, as if they had no intention of hiding their presence. Rahul could not forgive them for acting this way in India, of all places!
“Drag them here!”
“Drag the mortals out to the front, now!”
“Yes sir!” the chief of staff replied straight away, afraid of his guild master’s anger. Saying anything else could end up with a hand around his throat.
“Fine. Let’s go all the way if that’s what you all want. I’ll burn this country to the ground to get what I want!”
The Sahtashwi and the Behi-Kinant Guilds could not stop now. Stopping now meant a total surrender as the time for negotiations had long passed. It was all or nothing now. This war would only end with only one side left standing.
“Curse you to hell, Lee Jiwon!” If it weren’t for Lee Jiwon, the war would have ended in an instant.
The lower castes were fighting with a newfound fire in their hearts, thanks to the appearance of the Sunbin and the Myth Guilds. Insects were insects, but the two guilds were different.
And so, at Rahul’s order, the five hundred thousand mortals began to quickly move for the battlefield, shaking in fear the entire way.