The Final Boss Has Returned 190

Chapter 190

[The Final Holy War]

[Rank: Myth]

[Light and Darkness, the two forces have fought repeatedly for dominance over Ard World from the beginning of time to the present day.]

[For countless ages, the leadership of Ard World rested with the Pantheon, symbolizing Light. With the exception of the Dark Empire in the mythical age, the Demon Court, symbolizing Darkness, was unable to emerge into the light until the Great Cataclysm.]

[After a long time, the forces of Darkness have finally found their opportunity.]

[After the Great Cataclysm, the Apostle of Darkness received the Dark God’s oracle and united the six races, reviving the ancient alliance. Furthermore, taking advantage of the crisis of the otherworldly invasion, they finally succeeded in rebuilding the Dark Alliance.]

[The reconstruction of the Dark Alliance is the first instance of the forces of Darkness emerging into the light since the mythical age, and the greatest achievement the Demon Court has accomplished in Ard World.]

[However, the Dark God, the forces of Darkness, could not be satisfied with this. Therefore, the Apostle of Darkness resolved to wage war against the Holy Alliance.]

[The Final Holy War to completely eradicate Light from this world has begun.]

[Drive the disgusting hypocrites of the Holy Alliance from Ard World, burn down their hypocritical crystallization, the Holy City, and deliver the Dark Judgment upon the Hero.]

[The blessings of the Dark God and the Demon Court will be with you.]

[Quest Completion Conditions]

[Occupy the Holy City]

[After seizing the Grand Temple of Light, declare a Dark Sanctuary]

[Execute the Hero ‘Eugene’]

Drakan stared at the quest information window that appeared before him.

This window appeared the moment Drakan declared war on the Holy Alliance.

Through his long gaming experience, Drakan could easily predict that the opposing faction, the Holy Alliance, and Eugene would also have received a similar quest – to execute him, the Apostle of Darkness, burn down the Dark Council, and occupy Snow Castle.

‘This is truly the end.’

The Final Holy War.

Drakan knew better than anyone that this quest would determine the fate of Ard World.

The victor of this quest would also become the ruler of Ard World.

Thump.

Drakan’s heart pounded.

Feeling his heart beating wildly, he looked around.

The first thing that caught his eye was the pure white wall of the Holy City.

The Holy City!

The heart of the enemy, where the Grand Temple of Light was located, where the Pope of the Church resided, and where Eugene was, stood before Drakan’s eyes.

However, Drakan did not declare war and come alone to the heart of the enemy without any plan.

Four enormous gates were already in place around the pure white walls of the Holy City.

The Undead King!

Following Drakan’s orders, he had completely broken free from his seal and, with his power that had reached the realm of a demi-transcendent being, created four teleportation gates that appeared in the Holy City, connecting all regions of Ard World – east, west, south, and north.

In front of the main gate of the Holy City stood the Undead King, a towering skeleton in a robe, three meters tall. He held the flaming sword, Levateinn, in his hand, emanating blue magic power and continuously chanting spells to maintain the gates.

And through those gates, an endless stream of users, from low-level to high-level, belonging to the Dark Alliance, or rather, all those who supported Drakan, continued to pour out.

“For the Alliance!”

“It’s war!”

It wasn’t just the users.

The six races that made up the Dark Alliance!

Their armies were also passing through the gates in an orderly fashion, led by their respective leaders.

Merfolk, Orcs, Vampires, Dark Elves, Undead, and finally, Lycansropes!

The army of the Dark Alliance, composed of non-human races, resembled the army of a Demon King descended upon the mortal realm.

The Holy City, built on a wide open plain!

The surrounding fields were quickly filled with the users and the forces of the Dark Alliance that Drakan had summoned.

“Drakan-nim.”

A Dark Elf with flowing white hair and crimson eyes emerged from Drakan’s shadow.

It was Sharp, the Divine Archer.

“Please give the order.”

A faint smile appeared on Drakan’s lips as he heard Sharp’s words.

He was now surrounded by the Flame Sorcerer Ignis, Elena, the Saintess who had turned into the Dark Saintess through the conversion quest, MuscleMan, the Fist King who had also switched sides, Paul and Layla, and the Death King Python.

Drakan stretched out his right hand and pointed straight ahead.

There, the main gate of the Holy City stood.

A pure white gate, so smooth that not a speck of dust could be found.

Commonly called the “Gate of Light,” Drakan was pointing at that gate of overwhelming height and scale, the symbol of the Holy City.

“Voltaha.”

At Drakan’s low voice, a whisper echoed in his ear.

[Yes, Drakan-nim. Voltaha is standing by.]

The Aerial Mobile Fortress Voltaha!

The user currently commanding Voltaha on behalf of Drakan was Isaac, the right-hand man of the Flame Sorcerer Ignis and the Vice Guild Master of JDG, now Dragon Gaming.

[We begin the war. Wipe out the Gate of Light…… no, the entire Holy City with Iron Wrath.]

“Understood.”

Hearing Drakan’s whisper, Isaac immediately gave orders to the users and NPCs operating the Aerial Mobile Fortress in the command and control room.

“Fire Iron Wrath. Target is the entire Holy City.”

“Understood, Commander.”

“Iron Wrath, ready to fire. Commencing countdown.”

As soon as Isaac finished speaking, sirens blared throughout Voltaha.

Iron Wrath!

The destructive weapon possessed by the Aerial Mobile Fortress Voltaha!

The countdown for that weapon had begun.

[……4, 3, 2, 1.]

As the countdown continued, red magic power was constantly gathering in the massive metal tower located at the bottom of Voltaha.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!

Every time the destructive red magic power gathered in the metal tower sparked, the surrounding space rippled and tore.

The moment the terrifying destructive power finally reached its limit in the red tower.

[Fire.]

As the countdown ended, a beam of red light shot down towards the Holy City with a deafening roar, evaporating all the dark clouds.

The moment Iron Wrath directly hit the Holy City, the sky split, the earth shook, and the surrounding space distorted and tore apart.

Soon, a giant mushroom cloud rose over the City of Light.

The Holy City.

Boasting a long history and tradition as the center of Light for many years, this great city was equipped with countless high-level defensive magic befitting its reputation.

However, that defense system was only able to slightly mitigate the power of the Aerial Mobile Fortress Voltaha’s destructive weapon, “Iron Wrath.”

Terrible screams echoed throughout the Holy City.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaak!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”

Except for the Grand Temple of Light, which was directly blessed by the Goddess of Light, the city center, which became the epicenter of the explosion, disappeared without a trace.

Other areas of the Holy City, further away from the city center, were not safe either, with buildings collapsing one after another.

The outer areas of the city and the walls, also blessed by the Pantheon, were relatively intact, but only on the surface. The inside was almost completely destroyed.

And that wasn’t all.

The shockwave from the explosion caused an aftershock, turning the inside of the Holy City into utter chaos.

It was a catastrophe caused by a single attack.

And Drakan was watching all of this.

‘As expected, it was a good decision not to use it until now.’

Iron Wrath.

Its power was beyond imagination.

It was reminiscent of a nuclear weapon in the real world.

The problem was that the weapon’s power was too strong.

If Drakan had used Iron Wrath in the war against the Sword Emperor, he might have won the war, but Verda would have definitely waged a public opinion war later, accusing him of “indiscriminately killing innocent users.”

And if things had gone that way, he would have definitely lost a significant portion of the support he had built up.

Of course, Drakan had predicted that scenario as well, so he didn’t deploy Voltaha in the war against the Sword Emperor.

This was because he believed that he couldn’t afford to give them even the slightest advantage, the slightest opening.

But now it was different.

He already had the justification, and the whole world was supporting him.

In such a situation, it was necessary to use any means necessary to end the war quickly and achieve his revenge.

Even if it meant using Iron Wrath.

‘More importantly, the notification that the Hero has been executed hasn’t appeared yet. That means, as I expected, Eugene is still alive.’

Drakan smiled.

Eugene.

He never imagined that Eugene would die from such an attack.

After all, he was the one who had defeated him once.

He wasn’t someone who would fall to such a blow.

Thinking so, Drakan once again pointed his right hand towards the Holy City.

The appearance of the Holy City he pointed at was completely different from before.

The Gate of Light, which symbolized the Pantheon and had been impeccably smooth, was now cracked and stained with soot.

Pointing at the half-destroyed Holy City, Drakan said,

“All forces, attack.”

Drakan’s words were instantly relayed to all the troops present through the chain of command and whispers. The users, who had been stunned by the overwhelming power of Iron Wrath, soon regained their composure, gripped their weapons, and let out a roar.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Attack!”

“Kill Eugene!”

“For the Alliance!”

“For Drakan-nim!”

“For Ard World!!”

Countless users, troops from the six races in various forms, charged towards the half-destroyed Holy City, each shouting and cheering.

The attack wasn’t limited to the ground.

In the sky.

A massive floating castle slowly revealed itself through the clouds that had been pierced by the aftermath of Iron Wrath.

It was the Aerial Mobile Fortress Voltaha.

And around the massive aerial fortress floating in the sky, Voltaha, countless airships and wyverns were flying in flocks.

“Attack!”

FlyingMan, the user riding a red Drake, took the lead, shouting the order to attack as he began to fly towards the ground.

Following FlyingMan were countless wyvern riders and airships, and finally, Bone Dragons and the Aerial Mobile Fortress Voltaha.

A giant shadow fell over the entire half-destroyed Holy City.

It was the shadow cast from the sky by the countless wyverns, airships, and the aerial fortress.

“What is this……?”

A user belonging to the Infinite Eugene Church, who had survived the Iron Wrath bombardment, muttered in a dazed voice, looking up at the sky.

The massive shadow that covered the ground so densely that it could be mistaken for a time when the sun hadn’t risen yet.

The user felt despair at the realization that the shadow was the enemy’s air force.

At that very moment.

[Commence bombardment.]

Drakan’s cold voice reached FlyingMan, who was leading the air force, through a whisper.

Soon, explosions erupted throughout the Holy City, accompanied by flames and smoke.

The Final Holy War.

The war that would determine the fate of Ard World had finally begun.