30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 300

“...This bastard fights like absolute shit.”

Ihan muttered what was, in his opinion, the highest praise for his opponent.

Escape, retreat, flight—whatever term one might use, any knight who held honor in high regard would have scoffed and spat at such an act. But Ihan, who lacked the sentimental values of a knight, saw the enemy’s retreat as nothing short of a perfect backstab, making his blood boil.

It gave him the distinct feeling that he had been played.

That alone was enough to make him pursue the bastard at all costs.

Kwaaaang!

[Gigigigik!]

“...Should’ve smashed him completely....”

His opponent had not been careless. Even when facing nothing more than a mere human, he had not let his guard down.

The Celestial Bull.

The mystery of the Great Demon, which had been hurled at Ihan just moments ago, now blocked his path.

Gone was the massive form, once larger than a building. Now, it had shrunk, taking the exact shape of a real bull.

Kugugung!

Yet, judging by the pressure it exuded, the beast had merely compressed its body to the extreme rather than weakening in any way.

It likely understood that its enormous size would only serve as a liability against an opponent capable of beating it down, and so it had chosen to shrink.

“I’ve never done any damn bullfighting before....”

To put it bluntly, this thing was now even more troublesome to deal with than before.

Its presence was overwhelming.

[Gigigigik.]

“Oh? You can exude killing intent too?”

[Gigik.]

“.......”

Every time the bull pawed at the ground, the very space around it trembled.

It wielded such overwhelming force that it shook not only the earth beneath them but the surrounding area itself.

Utterly ridiculous.

If the so-called God of War had been unnervingly proficient in martial arts and speed, then this thing was wholly devoted to sheer destruction and raw power.

Both were annoying in their own ways.

But Ihan...

I’ll wrap this up in three minutes.

...was not the least bit shaken.

There was no reason to lose against a brute that only knew how to rely on its strength.

That was why Ihan was confident he could crush this ridiculous bull within three minutes.

...However.

Thud!

Boom!

Kwah-aaaang!!

“...Now this is just disgusting.”

From underground, from above, from behind.

Monsters flocked around the bull in an encircling formation.

Trolls and ogres were a given. But among them were even the elusive Twin-Headed Ogre, gargoyles, three-headed serpents, and flesh golems—rare creatures seldom seen.

There was even an enormous snake-like monster he had never encountered before. Insect-type beasts swarmed in waves, and the sheer number of creatures surrounding Ihan filled the air with an unmistakable aura of slaughter.

Only the elite among the 200,000-strong horde had gathered here.

Even Ihan had to admit—it was a bit excessive.

“This is overkill. Are you seriously sending an army like this just to take down a ‘frail little human’ like me?”

[Gigik!]

“...What the hell are you even saying?”

There was something strange about the way the bull and the surrounding monsters watched him.

It almost felt like... wariness.

An entire army of 30,000 elites, hesitant before a single human—what an odd sight.

Hoo...!

Tuk.

Ihan furrowed his brows, tapping the floor with his foot to flick a discarded hand axe into the air before catching it with his left hand. With his right, he drew his sword.

“If I just charge straight through, I’ll break through eventually.”

Hwaaaak!

Even against 30,000 elite monsters and the Celestial Bull, Ihan stood his ground without an ounce of fear, brimming with unyielding spirit.

He might be outnumbered, but if he faltered in spirit as well, he might as well be dead. More than anything, it wasn’t about slaughtering all 30,000 here—it was about cutting through them and crushing the enemy commander’s skull.

Thus...

I will rip that damn demon’s head apart.

With his resolve set, Ihan’s burning determination locked his gaze forward.

To hunt down his fleeing prey.

With relentless, unyielding pursuit.

Hoo-ooh—!

“...The bastard is persistent.”

Ninshubur, fleeing at high speed, half-lidded his eyes as he felt the unmistakable presence behind him.

A terrifying, relentless force.

Even from this far away, the sheer bloodthirst was palpable.

It felt as if a beast was right behind him, jaws wide open, ready to sink its fangs into his throat at any moment.

But Ninshubur dismissed the thought.

No matter how powerful the human was, he would need considerable time to break through the Celestial Bull and the 30,000 elite monsters gathered there.

By the time he did—

Victory will belong to the Lord God.

Even if they lost this battle, they would still win the war.

Everything was for the Lord God.

[Ninshubur, you will bring me victory once more, won’t you?]

“Of course, my Lord. There will not be a repeat of what happened 300 years ago.”

[Yes, that’s right! Unlike back then, I have regained my strength! Those despicable humans...!]

Three centuries ago, when the Lord God had first established dominion over this land, he had been at his weakest.

Yet, as a blessing upon his new domain, he had generously poured out the miracles of prosperity.

Weakened beyond measure by the process, he had then been betrayed by the very natives who had once welcomed him.

[Ungrateful wretches. I gifted them prosperity, and they dared to rebel against me over ‘minor side effects’?]

“They were ignorant fools, unable to comprehend the magnitude of your divine mercy.”

[Yes, that must be it. That’s why they had the audacity to imprison me in this wretched cavern....]

A seething, almost tangible fury radiated from Inanna’s voice in Ninshubur’s mind.

Three hundred years of humiliation, of seething hatred and festering rage, boiled within the Lord God.

That was why—

[Ninshubur, show them no mercy. Spare no means to ensure my victory. Drag every last one of them into the depths of hell for daring to reject my grace. Do you understand?]

“I will not fail you.”

[Good. I trust you. You have never disappointed me.]

And with that, ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) Inanna’s voice grew quiet.

Like an audience member settling into their seat to enjoy a theatrical performance, the Lord God was now merely waiting for Ninshubur to deliver his triumph.

As had always been the case.