The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - RMLP Chapter 286: Massacre (Part 2)

A devilish smile played on Ryu Min’s lips.

The real hunt was about to begin.

But it wasn’t a complicated process.

All he had to do was find a cluster of angels, extend his massive scythe, and swing.

With every arc of the blade, dozens of angels were caught in the sweep—golden blood spraying in every direction as they were cleaved apart.

[You have slain 6th-rank angel ‘Borviel’!]

[You have slain 4th-rank angel ‘Altael’!]

[You have slain 3rd-rank angel ‘Driel’!]

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[Angels slain: 138/100]

[Judgment Rune Stacks: 100/100]

[You may now activate ‘Heavenly Judgment’ using 100 stacks.]

Countless angels were slaughtered in mere minutes—so quickly that they didn’t even have time to scream.

‘Should I speed things up?’

With his stacks filled, Ryu Min activated Heavenly Judgment.

BOOOOOOOOOM—!

A massive explosion ripped through the battlefield, carving an ‘X’ into the ground.

[Angels slain: 257/100]

The kill count had jumped by nearly 120 in a single instant.

The attack had landed directly on a densely packed group of angels, maximizing the casualties.

That’s when it happened.

[W-What the hell?!]

[What’s happening?!]

The remaining angels, now in complete disarray, turned in all directions, desperately trying to understand what was going on.

Before, when he had been slicing them down quietly, they hadn’t even noticed.

But now that he had used a skill, they had finally realized what was happening.

Not that it mattered.

Ryu Min continued his slaughter with an indifferent expression.

With every swing of his scythe, golden blood splattered, and bodies fell.

The angels were powerless to resist.

They weren’t fighters in battle—they were mere insects caught in a storm, helplessly swept away.

[I-Isn’t that a player?!]

[What’s going on? Players are supposed to be on our side!]

[W-We don’t have time for this! R-Run…! Kugh—!]

The remaining angels, upon realizing what was happening, attempted to flee in a desperate frenzy.

None dared to resist the player wielding the Black Scythe.

Just by looking at him, they knew—the power gap was insurmountable.

The only option was to escape.

[Aaaaaaah!]

[Save meeeee!]

However, the ones panicking weren’t just the angels.

Even the demons, who had been locked in battle moments ago, now stood frozen, staring at the unfolding massacre.

[Look at that! The angels are in total chaos!]

[What the hell is going on?]

[No clue…]

[Did Lord Agaros infiltrate their ranks?]

[No, Lord Agaros is still right there…]

[Then what’s happening?]

The scene before them was too bizarre to comprehend.

Whatever the reason, one thing was certain: it was a massive stroke of luck for the demons.

And so, both the demons and the angels could only watch in stunned silence as the slaughter continued.

However, there were some who remained unfazed.

The players of the Death Church.

After all, they had been warned about this before the round even began.

Even so, witnessing the massacre firsthand was enough to make them feel uneasy.

Seeing the angels die in such an overwhelming, merciless manner—it was unsettling.

“Wow… he really wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to team-kill.”

“He’s killing them way too efficiently.”

“Should we be worried about this? At this rate, aren’t we just going to lose? The Celestial forces are dwindling too fast.”

“If you’re so concerned, why don’t you go and tell the Black Scythe to stop?”

“Are you crazy?! How the hell am I supposed to stop that?!”

Stopping him? That was impossible.

Right now, he was nothing less than a rabid beast.

“You’re better off just watching. With the Black Scythe here, what’s there to worry about?”

“Exactly. Even if all the Celestials die, as long as the Black Scythe is here, we can still turn the tables.”

“I’m sure he has a plan.”

Most players simply trusted Ryu Min and continued watching.

A few who harbored resentment toward the Celestials even cheered him on.

But there were also those who felt a twinge of concern.

Not for the Celestials—but for Ryu Min’s mental state.

Meanwhile, the angels were doing nothing but running for their lives.

***

Thirty minutes earlier, Michael clearly remembered the expression he had worn.

‘That bastard, the Black Scythe, is finally off my back. What a relief.’

At the same time, he had felt a sense of regret.

Had the Black Scythe survived until the 20th round, he could have become a god.

‘It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. My personal desires don’t matter—only this war does.’

Winning or losing this war was more important than anything else.

That was why he had handed the Black Scythe over to Plunictos, as promised.

Not that extending the battle guaranteed victory.

‘But at the very least, it ensured that Plunictos wouldn’t be able to interfere in the war. That alone increases our chances.’

That was enough.

Even though Michael was now the only Archangel left, if he fought to the bitter end, he could still win this war.

Somehow.

‘All that remains is to finish this so-called ‘friendly match’ of the 18th round.’

Friendly match or not, five thousand troops were involved.

Given that a real war was coming in the 20th round, every single soldier counted.

He couldn’t afford to lose any more men.

‘I’ll wipe out these damned demons with everything I have.’

By now, the Black Scythe was nothing more than a forgotten thought.

Michael had handed him over to the Demon King’s castle.

There was no chance he would ever return.

Not unless the Demon Grand Duke himself freed him, which was… impossible.

Or at least, it should have been impossible.

[W-What in the world…?]

Horrified screams echoed across the battlefield.

The Celestials, who had been on the verge of victory, had suddenly lost momentum.

And it was all because of that one figure.

That black demon, rampaging like a mad executioner.

“How the hell is the Black Scythe here?!”

Michael’s mind reeled in disbelief.

He had personally escorted him to the Demon King’s castle.

And now he’s out there, slaughtering his own allies?!

‘What kind of magic did he use? How is he even able to kill allies?!’

As those questions raced through his mind—

BOOOOOOOOM—!

Another one of the Black Scythe’s abilities detonated, wiping out over a hundred angels at once.

Michael gritted his teeth in rage.

“Damn you… Black Scythe…”

His face twisted into something monstrous.

And in that moment, he made his decision.

“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill that treacherous bastard.”

Michael released the restrictions on his power.

Release all of his divine power Michael launched himself toward the Black Scythe.

But the moment he did—

A cold, predatory gaze locked onto him.

“Huh—”

SLICK—

Before he could react, Michael’s head was already separating from his body.

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