Reborn As Noble-Chapter 433: Madness and Power ( )

Kenjirou tore across the battlefield like a living meteor, energy crackling wildly around his body.

Every step he took shattered the earth beneath his feet.

His eyes glowed blood red, a mix of divine power and madness, his breath ragged but steady—driven by one thought:

Zephyra.

"Hold on, Zephyra… I'm coming…"

His armor—once dented and scorched—now gleamed with unholy brilliance, regenerated by the surge of mana rushing through his veins.

The Divine Sword, once chipped and cracked, was now pristine—a beacon of his will and rage.

Every patch of earth he passed withered.

Flowers blackened.

Trees twisted and crumbled.

The grass died instantly.

The very life force of nature was drained as he ran—

Kenjirou's body devouring ambient mana like a black hole.

"All of it…! Give it all to me!!"

Wild beasts fled before they could even see him.

The sky above darkened with every leap.

Even enemy scouts stationed in the hills looked up in horror at the glowing red streak darting across the land.

"What… what the hell is that!?"

"Something's coming!! SOMETHING'S COMING!!"

Kenjirou didn't care.

Every living thing, every enemy soldier in his path—he crushed without even looking.

With a roar that split the air—

"ZEPHYRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

He leapt, mana exploding behind him, as he soared toward the battlefield where his queen was surrounded.

Kenjirou's steps were thunder.

He crashed down behind the front lines of the invading halfling army like a divine spear thrown by the gods themselves— a living explosion.

BOOOOM!!!

A massive shockwave erupted—sending halfling soldiers flying into the air.

Dozens were crushed instantly. The ground cracked open beneath him.

The entire battlefield froze for a split second, all eyes turning toward the figure now standing tall amidst the wreckage.

His armor shone like a cursed star. His divine sword pulsed with death.

Kenjirou had returned.

"I SAID—THIS KINGDOM IS HERS!!!" he roared.

The air ignited with his presence. Lightning sparked at his feet, his aura like a storm.

His left arm glowed—lines of ancient runes flaring as forbidden energy surged outward.

And then—

The Amazarak warriors felt it.

That unmistakable, suffocating pressure.

Their eyes widened, and then—

Roarrrrrrr!!!!!!

Their eyes turned red and black, their veins bulging with raw rage. The queen's buff pulsed in their bodies—but now it was amplified. Multiplied.

By his divine presence. By the celestial within him screaming for war.

"RAAAAHHHH!!!"

The remaining Amazarak troops—barely 30,000 now—charged like demons reborn.

Blades in hand, they stormed the enemy line with no fear.

No pain. No hesitation. Just wrath.

"DON'T LET THEM REACH THE QUEEN!" Kenjirou shouted, diving into the heart of the halfling formation.

Clang! Slash! Boom!

Every strike was a massacre.

Every step left bodies in his wake.

He didn't dodge—he didn't block—he simply walked through attacks like a god of war.

The halfling troops panicked.

"He's not human!"

"What kind of monster is that!?"

"Fall back! FALL BACK!!"

But it was too late.

The tide had turned.

And Kenjirou was no longer a hero.

He was a calamity.

Slash!

A halfling soldier screamed as Kenjirou's divine sword pierced his chest—but he didn't fall.

Instead, his body convulsed—glowing veins of mana being siphoned out of him into the divine blade.

Kenjirou grinned, eyes wide, pupils glowing red.

"Delicious…"

With a swift pull, he yanked the sword free—the body crumpled into ash.

Then he grabbed another soldier with his left hand—

Crack!

The dark mechanical fingers tightened around the halfling's face.

Mana drained like a river.

The man screamed once—and vanished into dust.

"DELICIOUS!!" Kenjirou laughed madly, his voice echoing across the battlefield like a devil's chant.

"Give me more!! MORE!!"

A group of halfling knights charged.

"Stay together!"

"Protect the line!"

"Surround him—don't let him get close!"

But Kenjirou didn't care.

He leapt into the center of their formation.

"TOO SLOW!!"

He spun—his sword a black cyclone—cutting down six in a single motion.

One knight tried to block, his shield glowing with holy light.

Kenjirou laughed.

"Tasty."

He punched the shield with his cursed hand—the holy energy shattered instantly.

Then he sank his hand into the knight's chest—mana surging into him like steam into a furnace.

"DELICIOUS!!" he roared again.

Kenjirou stood atop a pile of ash and broken weapons, blood dripping from his sword and fingertips.

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His breathing was heavy—but not from exhaustion.

From ecstasy.

"Ummmm!! This… this is REAL power!!"

He licked the blood off his lips like it was sweet wine, his eyes wide with maniacal joy.

"DO YOU LIKE IT, CELESTIAL!?"

"HUH!? THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, RIGHT!? LOOK AT ME!!"

A surge of dark mana burst from his body—twisting the air, warping reality itself around him.

His divine sword glowed black and red—no longer a holy blade, but a weapon of pure gluttony.

His left hand twitched, craving more.

"Now I can absorb with BOTH… my sword…" he raised the blade, still humming with stolen mana,

"…and my beautiful cursed arm." He flexed his fingers—each movement letting off a hiss of mana.

The celestial's voice echoed in his mind—mad with delight.

"YESSSSS!! YESSS!! THIS IS WHAT WE NEEDED!! THIS IS HOW WE DEVOUR THEM ALL!!"

Kenjirou threw his head back and laughed—

"You know what's even tastier…?"

"CELESTIAL VESSELS!!"

"I WANT THEM!! I'LL EAT THEM ALL!!"

He stomped forward—mana bursting from every step. Halfling troops scattered in panic.

"KING GURDAN… GUMARAK… EDMUND… I'M COMING FOR YOU NEXT!!"

"Kenjirou!!"

Zephyra's voice rang out—desperate, panting, her body bruised and bloodied, surrounded by two halfling elite warriors pressing their attack.

Her spear clashed against their blades, her footing growing weaker with every blow.

Then—

A thunderous explosion behind them.

BOOOM!!!

"ZEPHYRAAAAAA!!"

A black-red blur slammed into the battlefield like a meteor.

The two halfling warriors barely had time to turn.

Clang! Slash!

One of them vanished in a burst of blood—cut in half by Kenjirou's divine sword.

The other was caught mid-swing—his neck snapped in a single twist of Kenjirou's cursed hand.

"DON'T. TOUCH. MY QUEEN!!"

Kenjirou roared with venom, his aura boiling, the earth beneath him melting with raw mana.

Zephyra's eyes widened.

This was no longer the man she once charmed.

This was something else.

Something terrifying.

He turned to her, grinning like a beast.

"I'm here… Zephyra. No one will hurt you while I'm still alive."

He reached out—blood dripping from his fingers—as if to touch her cheek.

Zephyra froze.

His face… still familiar.

His voice… still full of love.

But his presence… monstrous.

"Kenjirou… your eyes…" she whispered.

"Your aura… it's… consuming everything."

Kenjirou just laughed—

"For you? I'll devour the world!"

( End Of Chapter )