Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Have You Been Well?


Violent winds began to blow around Kwak Jung .  


Next were the clouds .  


Thunder shook the sky, and black clouds covered the sun that shined down on the battlefield . As the concentration of clouds increased, the Deathwin Fortress was covered by darkness .  

“I-I can’t see!”

“Magician! Magician! Shine some light!”

“I can’t see a thing!”

The Gullveig Alliance soldiers instantly fell into confusion .

The storm clouds that Kwak Jung summoned only covered the fortress so the Gullveig Alliance soldiers couldn’t see the city walls .  


Nilus exclaimed .

It was perfect cover . The enemies couldn’t see them, but they saw their enemies, so they had the advantage .  

“Magic Squad!”

“Yes, Sir Nilus!” 

About a hundred Valhalla magicians shouted in response .

“Our enemies can’t see us, so give it all you got! Let’s show those stupid fools what the Valhalla Kingdom’s Magic Squad can do!”

“Yes, sir!”

At the same time as him, the magicians started to recite spells .  

“ ﻻزﯾﺎﺀ ﻋﺮض ا… اﻟﺮﺋﯿﺴﺔ ﺑﺎرك ﺗﺸﺎرك ﻓﻲ ﻓﻌﺎﻟﯿﺎت . . . ” 

“ ﻋﻨ · ﻻزﯾﺎﺀ اﻟﻜﻮرﯾﺔ واﻟﺠﺰاﺋﺮﯾ”

ﻓﻲ ﺳﯿﺌﻮل ا ﻷﺧﺒﺎر اﻟﺘﻲ وردت ﻓﻲ ﺎوﯾﻦ أھﻢ ا . . .  ر ﺳ . . . ”

” اﻟﺮ · ﺑﺸﺄن اﻟﻘﻀﺎﯾﺎ اﻟﻜﻮرﯾﺔ اﻟﺸﻤﺎﻟﯿﺔ …!”


Kwak Jung could feel it too . There were about a hundred of them . They were all preparing for a magic attack, so the flow of mana was tremendous .  

Pung, pung pung!

All kinds of magic attacks started to pour onto the Gullveig Alliance soldiers .  

This is it!

Kwak Jung realized that he had to do something .  

Yes, this was the time . If he could cause rain and lighting while the Magic Squad was using magic, it’d be perfect!


The White Rain Fan opened in Kwak Jung’s hand, revealing its white surface .  

“Thunder Rain!”

Kwak Jung slammed all the mana he could into the White Rain Fan .  


Rain started to pour . The rain soaked the land of the Gullveig Alliance forces .  

It wasn’t just a downpour .  


The raindrops were about the size of an adult finger . With the winds he had summoned beforehand, he created a new force .  

Water curtain!

The thick rain became a curtain of water, covering the Gullveig Alliance soldiers’ eyes .  

And finally, 


Kwak Jung urged the White Rain Fan with everything he had .  


The sky shined .  


With a loud sound, blue lighting fell on the Gullveig Alliance soldiers’ heads . It was a destructive disaster .  

More! More, more, more, more, and moreee!

However, Kwak Jung wasn’t satisfied . He needed something more . The number of their enemies was still astronomical . He needed more firepower .  

Just then, the White Rain Fan began to tremble .  



Kwak Jung was surprised . This was proof that the White Rain Fan was finally moving to his command . It acknowledged Kwak Jung as its owner!

 Heh .

A devilish smile appeared on Kwak Jung’s face . It was surprisingly similar to the smile that Kang Chul-In often made .  

“Alright, let’s go!” 

Kwak Jung shouted in a bright voice, and the sky flashed white .  

Kwang, kwang, kwang, kwang, kwang!

It was a banquet of thunder and lightning .  

“ . . . !”

Thanks to this, the Gullveig Alliance soldiers vanished into ashes, not even able to scream .  

However, the attacks of the Valhalla military didn’t end there .  

Pung, puung!

The magic attacks continued to pour down, and the lightning that Kwak Jung summoned fell with it .  

Kwang, kwang, kwang, kwang, kwang .  

This attack was the greatest amount of firepower that the Valhalla forces could gather .  

Some time passed . The rain stopped . The wind stopped as well . The attack of the magicians and Kwak Jung’s lightning ended .  

“Huk… huk…”

Kwak Jung gasped for breath and looked at the land that was covered with white smoke .  

“Did we… win…”

Kwak Jung hoped for a victory .  

It only made sense for them to have won .  

Hecate’s fire, his lightning wind storm, and the attack of the magicians . This was firepower that even an army of 10,000 soldiers would have a hard time handling .  

But Drakan muttered to himself as he looked at the enemy land with his Draconic Eyes .  

“Goodness . ”

The same went for the others .  




“What are those guys!?”

What is it?

An anxious feeling flashed in his head . Kwak Jung focused his eyes on the enemy’s land .  

“T-There’s still… a lot?”


He felt like his heart stopped beating .  

“Bloody soldiers! Support troops?! Support trooooops!”

Kwak Jung screamed in despair .  

The number of their enemies had actually increased . By tens of thousands .  

It was more than what they had seen before .  

-Our dear Gullveig Alliance soldiers!

Just then, Ao Xin’s voice swept through the battlefield with Agitator .  

-The firepower of our enemies is gone . We won’t suffer any more losses! Look! They are tired! The war is now ours to win!


Ao Xin’s voice interfered with their brainwaves and caused a cheer among the soldiers .  

-Look behind you! 

The Alliance soldiers looked behind themselves .  


“Support troops, they’re support troops!”

“They’re here . ”

“We won, we won!”

They were looking at the support troops who had been guarding the Esmeralda territory .  

Yes .  

Albrecht Vilhelm had prepared additional troops in case they failed .  


Ao Xin urged the soldiers .  

-Go and end this war! Victory is the northern alliance’s, Gullveig’s!

The Gullveig soldiers began to run like crazy, controlled by Agitator .  

They were stepping over their dead comrades’ bodies to move towards the Deathwin Fortress!


Kwak Jung laughed futilely looking at the scene .  

Looking at this logically, it was their loss .  

They could fight more, but it wouldn’t do a thing against their enemies with the firepower they had .  

I guess there’s nothing we can do…

Kwak Jung thought of retreating .  

If this went on, they might lose all the Valhalla soldiers that Kang Chul-In worked hard to grow .  

Shit . . . where is His Majesty right now! That irresponsible guy!

They said servants cursed kings when they weren’t there . This was the perfect scenario for that .  

Of course, it wasn’t genuinely because he hated him, but because Kang Chul-In’s absence was a shame .  


Just then, a messenger soldier reported to Kwak Jung with an urgent voice .  

“There’s a call from the Pentagon!”

“What? From where?”

Kwak Jung suspected his ears had gone bad .  

The Pentagon?

Why was the Pentagon calling in the middle of the battle?

Could it be…

“Those bastards… they’re…” 

Kwak Jung ground his teeth .  

If the Pentagon was calling him now, it was definitely to suggest they surrender or to mock their defeat .  

It was a call from the good-for-nothings that were lazing around in the Pentagon while Ao Xin and Vilhelm were out here .  

“W-What should we do?”

“Connect us through . ”

“Do I really connect us?

“Fuck… since we lost anyway, we should curse them…”

Kwak Jung was planning on spitting our expletives and then cut off his connection, like an angry elementary schooler .


The sound of the magic engineered phone rang out .  

-You have been connected!

And at the same time, Kwak Jung began to curse in a low voice .  

“Hey, you cowardly bastards! You bastards covered with poop water, you sons of bitches, losers only acting behind the strong guys, your moms have lizard blo…”

-Are you cursing my mom now?

“ . . . !”

-It’s a very fresh curse… very dirty…


Kwak Jung was at a loss for words .  

-I guess we need some mental training?

Beyond the screen, Kang Chul-In was smiling evilly .  

“Y-your Majesty?!”

-I listened well .  

“ . . . ”

-They stuck in my ear well .

“ . . . ”

-Get ready .


-For mental training .

“Ah, yes… yes… your Majesty…”

Kwak Jung made a depressed face .  

He didn’t mean to, but he had cursed his own Lord and gotten into this state .  

It wasn’t like Kang Cul-In was going to understand his mistake, so Kwak Jung’s mental training was set in stone .  

“B-But, your Majesty . ”

- . . . ?

“Why… are you there?”

-Because things happened?


Kwak Jung suspected his eyes again .  

“I-Isn’t that… the Pentagon?”

-Yeah .  


-I took it over .  

“ . . . !”

-Look .  

Kang Chul-In turned the camera lens around to show him the inside of the Pentagon .  

“ . . . ”

Kwak Jung was speechless .  

Gosh… I was wondering what that guy was doing…

He couldn’t believe it even though he was looking at it .  

A king had sneaked into their enemy’s command room and took it over . Did this make sense?

-Are you tired? 

Kang Chul-In asked with a smirk .  

“Yes, I’m tired . ”

-You’ve worked hard .  

“Yes, sir!”

-I’ll see you after . I must go call Vilhelm now .

“Ke… yes, your Majesty . I hope you have a nice call . Hehe!” 

Kwak Jung laughed darkly .  

The war was over with this now .  

The Gullveig Alliance would have to pull back their forces!


What happened?

Albrecht Vilhelm moved back into his tent after hearing an urgent call had come through .  


Surprisingly, the caller was Mei Ling, with their son Viktor in her arms .  

“Is something the matter?”

Vilhelm tilted his head seeing his wife’s face . She was extremely pale . Also, her entire body was trembling like a leaf in the wind . It seemed like something was wrong .  

“Why is Viktor…?”


“What happened…?”

Just then, he could see a black blade move just below Mei Ling’s neck .  

“ . . . !”

Vilhelm’s face froze like ice .  

-Have you been well?

Beyond Mei Ling, the face that he didn’t even want to see in his dreams was smiling at him .  

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