SSS-Class Revival Hunter-Chapter 246: The OJP Sect Master (1)

I could guarantee that this war wasn’t like anything I had ever seen before.

“Nyahahaha! Attack! Tear apart everything that comes your way and throw it away as fodder!”

“Yeaaaah! Follow General Dancing Sword!”

Even before the light of the dawn could wash over them, the Skians ran across the cold ground. Cavalry was unnecessary because their size was enough to turn them into the embodiment of violence. When they sprinted with their horns pointed forward, they were no different from charging while on horseback.

“Charge! Charge!”

“Slice off those cocky pigs’ bellies!”

The Skians ran forward, covering the horizon with a cloud of dust. Each one of them became a horse with iron armor and galloped across the battlefield, where the mountain peak that Uburka had thrown was left like a decoration.

The Terras were quiet and calm. Like moles hiding in the ground, they didn’t make a sound even while thousands of Skians charged at them. Although some of the young Terra warriors couldn’t stop their fingers from trembling, no one reprimanded them for their inexperience.

“Are you all ready?” Kersombok asked. The molars peeking out from his beard were gleaming sharply, just like his eyes.

“Yes.”

“Fully prepared, Chairman.”

The thousands of Skians screamed fiercely while charging at the Terras.

“Today is the day when the ruler of the continent changes!”

“Terras! You ignorants waste your lives dancing! Meanwhile, we breathe in the sky and feel the rhythm of the earth! We, Skians, shall have hegemony now!”

“Long live the Skians!”

Around nine thousand of the species that gave everything to enhance their physical abilities ran forward while screaming. The force was truly ferocious, as if an angry storm was rushing toward the Terras, bringing forth blizzards and tsunamis.

At the forefront of the army, the Seven Skian Heroes acted as a spearhead.

“So what if their guardian pulled out a mountain and threw it? We will just pierce the mountain!”

All types of weapons, such as dual swords, scythes, spears, swords, and iron clubs that were too large to be staffs burst out with aura.

Boom!

The mountain peak in the middle of the battlefield split in two to make way for the Skians. Of course, the seven heroes were in the front lines. Nine thousand Skians struck the forefront of the Terra army.

***

The Terras’ defense formation was as sturdy as a turtle’s shell. However, the Skians’ force defied their expectations.

Thud!

A loud noise erupted. It was unimaginable to think that it was the result of a collision between two armies. What happened immediately after was closer to the collapse of terrain rather than that of the defense formation.

My clan members expressed their bewilderment in their own ways as they looked down at the battlefield.

“Ah.”

“Hmm.”

“Uger.”

“You said that the Skians are led by the OJP Sect Master, right?” Estelle asked. “Their power exceeds my expectations. The mountain peak that Chief Warrior Uburka threw down has already become a part of the battlefield, so the Terras camped on both sides of it. However, the Skians smashed through the mountain peak, catching the Terras off guard.”

She was right. The Terras were struggling like wounded animals. But...

“It’s okay,” I said.

For thousands of years, I taught the children of Terra letters and fire. They had learned how to burn and play with Cavefire. Even in the Shellmounts’ dark caves, the Terras never lost their fire. Throughout their lives, they were blessed with fire, and they used it to console the dying.

I had also taught them to dance and spread fire through their bodies while doing so. It was easy to change the Terras’ love for fire into one for dancing. Since dance was also fire, all the Terras who danced were one fire.

The Terras’ defense formation was torn down, but this wasn’t the end. Instead, it was the beginning of a new stage. The Terras didn’t resist. When the Skians charged and struck them, the Terras retreated and scattered. However, they then began to stomp their feet, prompting their fellow warriors next to them to do the same.

Just like how fire spread, so did their footsteps. It didn’t take long for the entire Terra army to harmonize until the entire battleground resonated with their footsteps. The Terras’ feet were wrapped in aura, so the tall maple trees or even the mountain peak’s boulders could muffle their footsteps.

The Terras became a single blaze of fire that made the ground shake, leaving the Skians perplexed.

“W-What?”

“Damn it! What kind of trick is this?”

“Why are they still fighting?”

Like one tough leather sack, the Terras absorbed every bit of the Skians’ attacks, taking in the collision as vibration and digesting it. I couldn’t help but be amazed. A strange joy brewed in my heart.

Ah, the Demonic Heaven Formula Arts is... completed.

It was an idea that had come to me miraculously one day, sparked by a feeling I had. Supposing several people, hundreds, or even thousands of them used the Demonic Heaven Arts simultaneously, then something special would happen. That was my first time creating a Skill.

Demonic Heaven Formula Arts.

Class: Undecided.

Effect: Formula arts based on the Demonic Heaven Arts, able to manifest the imagery that the casters share. The more casters participate in the formula, the more proficient the casters are in the Demonic Heaven Arts, and the clearer the imagery shared between the casters, the more powerful formula arts become.

The formula arts’ efficiency has not been proven yet! You are the first to create this Skill. From now on, you have to demonstrate its potential. When sufficient data has been accumulated, the Class and description of this Skill will be revised. freewebnoveℓ.com

※Class hasn’t been decided yet.

The Demonic Heaven Arts encompassed exquisite principles that could be used to rule the world. If that was the case, how strong would the art be if it were used as a group attack?

That is why I taught Uburka about the Demonic Heaven Arts.

My thoughts reached my heart, becoming submerged in joy.

Uburka spread the Demonic Heaven Arts to the warriors of his era. The arts became the only orthodox sword art in the Terra society. And then I spread a play where actors use their aura to dance.

To the Terra warriors, aura was the Demonic Heaven Arts. The plays on stage all became a demonstration of the Demonic Heaven Arts. As the number of actors increased, from three to six to eighteen, the Demonic Heaven Arts continued to be performed countless times on stage.

It was natural it would reach this level.

Spectacular Cavefire plays captivated the audience, making their hearts pound. The spectators were quiet in the theaters, but when they weren’t watching plays, they were mighty warriors like all their compatriots.

The Terras were warriors, so they knew that Cavefire plays would become more beautiful when played out in the world.

I gave them these opportunities, but I made it so they would have fun and discover all the remaining possibilities on their own.

The Terra warriors incorporated Cavefire plays into military training. Matching the beat and the melody alone amplified the amount of aura they could use. However, what was more important was that all warriors had to draw the same image in their heads.

The White Lion’s stories, which Uburka had told them like legends, became their pictures. Their god, their friend, the one who watched over them, the White Lion had traveled to many worlds and witnessed many events unfold—the burning mansion, the dying snowfield, and a broken heart in a mirror. These events had been etched into the Terras’ minds since their childhood. Therefore, they sang.

“Ug, ug, uger.”

They didn’t stop stomping. The sound of their aura-infused footsteps filled the fields, muffled only by their shouts. The Terras raised their heads and howled like wolves. Their stomping shook the earth while their soaring howls split the heavens.

“Ug, ug, ug, uger! Ug, ug, ug, uger! Ug, uger!”

Thump, thump, thump, thud, thump, thump, thump, thud.

The sky and the land of the battlefield had been taken over. Because of the Terras’ strong aura, the dawn couldn’t shine down its cold light anymore. A shimmering darkness struck the field where the Skians were, engulfing them in shadows.

***

“Nyaaaaa?”

The Dancing Sword was the first to notice that something was up since she was in the front lines.

“What is this? It’s not magic. Aura, perhaps?”

“Did thousands of them create a barrier? Bastards!”

“Why would they waste their aura like this? They’re mistaken if they think they can catch us off guard like this!”

The Seven Skian Heroes turned to their subordinates to encourage them.

“Don’t panic! It just became a little dark!”

“The dark can’t hurt us! They are just trying to scare us!”

“We killed twenty percent of their army with this charge! We just have to continue attacking like this! We have the advantage!”

“They can struggle all they want, but if they resist, claw them from the inside!”

The Skians tried to answer the heroes, but the shadow grew bigger, fueled by the Terras’ stomping.

A Skian warrior had a bad feeling about this. “It’s like I’m in a cave, not a field.”

The momentum of the charge, which had decreased considerably, finally came to a halt. Rather than battle cries, the shouts became closer to reflexive screaming to fight the ominous feeling looming overhead. Suddenly, the warrior realized that the ground below had completely changed.

“Wood?”

A little while ago, the Skians were walking on rough, bare ground. Rocks were rolling around, so they could fall if they weren’t careful. However, now that it was dark, the ground felt completely different.

“It feels like wood.”

“I can’t see very well.”

“It’s wood. Wood! The wooden floor of a very old mansion.”

“So those pigs used their aura to create a flooring with a wood-like texture and spread it all over the area?”

“Why in the world would they do something like that?”

The Skian warriors looked in all directions, confused.

“Ug, ug, ug, uger! Ug, ug, ug, uger! Ug, uger!”

Thump, thump, thump, thud, thump, thump, thump, thud.

Meanwhile, the singing and dancing were gradually becoming more intense. When the world was bright, singing was simply a way to boost the soldiers’ spirits in war, but now, the light of dawn was too weak to thin out the darkness.

“Ug, ug, ug, uger! Ug, ug, ug, uger! Ug, uger!”

Thump, thump, thump, thud, thump, thump, thump, thud.

In the darkness, the Terras sounded as if they were summoning a dangerous creature or carrying out a cursed ritual. The ominous feeling the Skian warriors had before now turned into sweat as it crawled down their necks.

There was more. The Skians who achieved a particularly high level of aura mastery looked around and realized that something was surrounding them. It was formless and didn’t appear hostile. Nevertheless, this hazy cloud was wrapping around their ankles.

“Smoke?”

The aura flowed like smoke.

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