The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns
Chapter 252

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Chapter 252

Food supplies are a crucial asset in war.

Because of that, a significant number of guards accompany the supply wagons—but most of them are instantly rendered powerless, entangled in suddenly extending tree vines.

Of course, some managed to evade the ambush.

They quickly drew their sword auras, ready to charge at any moment, and the mages were already preparing to intercept me.

But in focusing on me, they completely failed to notice the other one.

This place was one where it didn’t matter how wildly we rampaged.

There were no bystanders to get caught in the chaos.

They were the enemy.

Which meant—they all had to die.

As they stared at me, sensing that something was wrong, their expressions twisted in alarm and they looked up at the sky.

“Something’s falling!! Cast a barrier—!!”

Too late.

By the time they reacted, Luna was already descending like a butterfly, wearing the Hand of Fury.

Tsssk…

BOOOOOOM!!!

It was as if a giant meteor had crashed into the ground—the explosion was deafening.

The Hand of Fury, a weapon for a legion-class angel, possessed the power of distortion.

Her punch, thrown through the air, twisted and warped the surrounding space, obliterating everything within range.

The defensive barriers hastily raised by the mages were shredded in an instant, like fragile sheets of paper.

The supply wagons loaded with rations and equipment, the soldiers, knights, and mages within range—

All were crushed and torn apart by a power far too overwhelming to have come from such a delicate-looking girl.

“W-What the hell is this…?”

Only a few survived.

I snapped my fingers slowly, setting the wagon remnants ablaze in a wave of fire.

Then I began walking toward the survivors, who had already lost all will to fight.

“Y-You… Who the hell are you…?”

“I’m Leon Cascadia, firstborn of the Cascadia family of the Bata Kingdom.”

“G-Gasp?!”

The moment they heard Cascadia and Bata, terror painted their faces.

“I figured it’d be better to at least tell you why you’re dying.”

Slice!!

With a chilling sound of flesh being torn, the heads of the remaining survivors flew into the air all at once.

At the moment my cursed sword halted, crimson blood sprayed onto the ground.

“Sorry for making you kill people.”

“It’s fine. I’m no longer a pure angel—just a fallen one now.”

“Let’s move.”

At my words, she quietly nodded.

Frankly, I didn’t care what Coral and the Eastern Continent had prepared to boldly resume this war.

What mattered was that they dared to provoke us.

And proving that this kind of reckless guerrilla tactic—while theoretically possible but nearly impossible in practice—was actually executable in the current Bata Kingdom.

You might call it an asymmetric force.

People often refer to sword masters as strategic weapons.

Because a single sword master joining a battle often flipped the tide of war completely.

But even a sword master couldn’t pull off the things I was doing right now.

Because sword masters weren’t exclusive to Bata.

And with just their power, it wasn’t easy to tear through a nation at high speed and throw everything into disarray.

So they likely underestimated us.

They couldn’t have known our tactical nuke no longer followed their rules.

Having completely wiped out the supply unit, Luna and I leisurely spread out a map of Coral inside a quiet cave.

Maps were considered strategic materials and difficult to obtain, but with Bata’s intelligence network, acquiring one wasn’t hard.

“Just hitting this one supply route won’t do. The next target is here.”

Kravan Plains.

Like the Valt Plains, it was one of the key grain-producing regions—vital for feeding troops.

Since Coral had already lost one supply unit, they’d definitely beef up the escort on the Kravan convoy.

“What happens if we smash the Kravan supply line?”

“They’ll probably have prepared for it, so they won’t stop easily. That’s when we hit the armory and artifact production sites.”

If they still keep charging in like lunatics after that, then there’s only one target left.

“The Coral royal family.”

Striking them directly would be satisfying, but our primary goal was to fracture the alliance between the Eastern Continent and the Coral Kingdom.

“Shall we move out once we're ready?”

“Before that…”

Luna turned her head and looked toward the cave entrance.

From the beginning, we hadn’t bothered hiding our tracks.

After all, our operation style wasn’t stealth—it was open, outright destruction.

“Surround them!! Mages, deploy anti-barriers! Knights, to the front!!”

A massive force had encircled the cave we were in.

Probably nobles from the Valt Plains had tracked us down.

It made sense.

We had just incinerated an entire food convoy meant to feed their army.

From a supply officer’s perspective, we were the top priority to capture and eliminate.

And everyone knows what happens to an army that fails at logistics.

Without any special preparations, Luna and I simply walked outside.

After one blinding flash of light, the sight before us revealed a vast number of troops, deployed throughout the forest and surrounding the cave.

Some were hiding behind giant trees, drawing their bows.

Others prepared magic behind shields.

Knights were brandishing their swords, ready to charge at any moment.

“How dare you… You attacked our convoy?! Do you have a death wish? Surrender quietly and receive judgment!”

Among them, a man wearing unusually flashy armor pointed his sword at us and shouted threateningly.

“What are you waiting for?! Kill those damn bastards now—!”

Thud…

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He never finished his sentence.

His loudly barking head flew off and fell to the ground with a dull thump.

Shrrring…

The cursed sword Elekstra, leaving a red trail, let out a haunting hum.

“Seriously. Is this all?”

At my question, they seemed to feel a chill for reasons they couldn’t explain—and flinched in fear.

It wouldn’t take long before every one of their lives flickered out and turned to dust.

There were a fair number of experts, but without a single Master among them, they posed no threat.

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As the seemingly impossible guerrilla warfare continued, Coral began to increasingly focus on protecting their follow-up units.

It started when we attacked the convoy responsible for transporting weapons.

The moment we struck the convoy, which was loaded with supplies destined for the frontlines, a massive number of mages appeared as if they had been lying in wait.

Moreover, much of the cargo wasn’t weapons or military supplies, but instead enormous quantities of mana stones—seemingly intended to prepare something.

According to Bata’s intel, it was supposed to be a convoy carrying weapons and armor.

Did our information leak?

They didn’t seem to have identified me clearly yet, as I was still wearing my hood.

“They’re here!!! Activate the magic circle!!”

At that moment, an enormous spell activated, enveloping the entire area.

Clever enough, I’ll give them that.

There are two main reasons why even a Sword Master, despite being called a strategic weapon, cannot easily perform guerrilla warfare in a war.

The first is that guerrilla tactics become much harder if the enemy also has a Sword Master on their side.

The second is that situations like this can always occur.

Losing a Sword Master to a risky operation would be a massive strategic loss.

The magic circle, as if waiting for me, was fused with Eastern Continent formation magic.

Combined with the formation magic, the spell disrupted the movement of my mana and aura.

Honestly, it only reduced my efficiency slightly—if I just released my current aura or mana limitlessly, I could overwhelm it.

But understanding what cards the enemy held was far more important.

As what seemed to be shamans began chanting in unintelligible words while drawing spells over the magic circle, its influence crashed down upon me and Luna.

“They’ve been neutralized!! Move in!!”

At their shout, I glanced at Luna.

“How is it?”

“No effect on divine power.”

Upon checking myself, there were indeed issues with elemental mana and aura, but that was it.

My spirit energy was fine, and there were no problems with the Heart of the Machine God either.

Still, the fact that they could specifically target and suppress our powers was a dangerous sign.

How was this structure even possible?

While pondering, I suddenly noticed all the knights were wearing identical artifacts.

“I need to check this out.”

As I walked toward the ones drawing their bows, one of the commanding master-level warriors addressed me:

“Frankly, it’s astounding that just two of you could cause all this. Surrender now. If you do, we’ll spare your lives. Coral can offer you far more than Bata ever could.”

He was suggesting I surrender and defect to Coral.

In response, I slowly pulled back my hood, revealing my face.

A few visibly flinched.

“Th-that man!?”

“Do you know him?”

“That’s Leon Cascadia!! The Monster of Cascadia!!”

It seemed word had already spread about what happened at the border.

“Then the woman beside him… could she be… Countess Melissa Cascadia?”

“Wrong. Try again.”

Luna playfully pulled back her hood, and many were visibly startled by her appearance.

But with a calm expression, she said to me,

“It’s a clever method, I’ll admit, but not something you can use everywhere. They clearly laid this trap assuming we’d be here.”

Well, that’s a relief.

“Resistance is futile. Do you even know who’s here right now?”

With that, a wave of hidden presences revealed themselves around us.

At least thirty upper-level experts.

Five master-level.

Four of them appeared to be from the Eastern Continent.

They’d prepared intensely—clearly intending to completely destroy Bata.

Bata had only one Sword Master remaining.

Coral had more, but one had already died in the border conflict.

In this precarious tug-of-war, the added might of the Eastern Continent made Bata’s chances of victory nearly nonexistent.

This confirmed that the Eastern Continent’s main force hadn’t yet arrived at the front lines.

Whatever they were preparing, it seemed Coral would initiate the war alone, and the Eastern Continent would join afterward.

“I guess I’ll have to reduce their numbers here.”

“What did you say?”

The man who had just been threatening us drew a dazzling aura blade in response to my calm words.

“What could the two of you possibly do against five master-level warriors when your mana and aura are sealed?”

“If aura and mana are the problem, then we just won’t use them.”

At his question, I drew out a hammer from subspace.

“Instead, we’ll do this.”

“Open—”

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