I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 125: The Warrior’s Oath

The battlefield had fallen silent for a moment.

Zorwath stood tall, his presence dominating the scorched earth. Before him, Aamir lay motionless, blood seeping from wounds across his body. His breath was shallow. His body trembled, broken by the weight of the Crimson Titan Form.

Zorwath slowly stepped forward, his voice calm and mocking.

"Look at you. You possess my power... yet you don’t even know how to wield it."

Inside Aamir’s mind, his system spoke weakly:

[Warning: User has drained all available energy. Estimated recovery time: 4 hours.]

[System Alert: Crimson Titan Form has pushed your body beyond safe thresholds. Movement is currently impossible.]

His vision blurred. His eyelids grew heavier with each heartbeat.

"Rage won’t help you win, boy," Zorwath continued, circling around him like a predator.

"You need strength... and a sharpened mind. You have courage — I’ll admit that — but what you lack is experience. Millennia ago, I was one of the strongest beings in existence."

"And this time... I will finish what I once failed to complete."

He stopped beside Aamir, eyes glinting with ancient hunger.

"Now... let me reclaim what belongs to me."

He bent down, hand reaching toward Aamir’s chest, intent on draining back the power he had once left behind. But just as his fingertips neared—

CLANG!

A sharp clash of metal rang through the air. Zorwath’s hand was deflected—by a sword.

Haider Ali stood between them, sword held firm, blood dripping from a deep wound in his side. One arm hung limp, slashed badly, but his eyes... they burned like fire.

"Before you lay a finger on my student..." Haider growled, "you’ll have to go through me."

Zorwath raised a brow.

"So... you wish to die before him? I suppose I can grant this childish wish."

Haider didn’t answer.

He moved in a blur, sword flashing—

SHLICK!

Zorwath’s arm fell to the ground.

Zorwath stared at it, slightly amused.

"Fast. Impressive."

"But can you slice faster than I regenerate?"

Before Haider could react, Zorwath’s severed arm grew back in an instant, black tendrils stitching the flesh together like threads of shadow.

Haider’s voice was steel.

"Then next time, I’ll cut off your head. Let’s see how you regrow that."

Zorwath smirked.

Without looking away, Haider called out behind him:

"Soldiers! Take Aamir to Aryavrata... to the Trivnal Tower. Let him recover. Heal him."

He turned to the crowd.

"All students still on the battlefield... this is a command from Haider Ali! Retreat immediately. No matter which nation you belong to—

—you are to return to Nalanda University."

From a distance, Seenu shouted:

"But sir—!"

Riya, Meera, Raj, Kunal, Sinki, Kiyoto, and Shirou stood beside him, unwilling to leave.

Haider didn’t turn around.

"Don’t forget the condition I gave when I let you join me," he said firmly.

"If I say retreat... you obey."

Seenu’s fists clenched. But he lowered his head.

"Yes, sir."

Haider nodded.

"Now go. Wait for Aamir to return. And don’t worry about us... we’ll handle this."

Two soldiers quickly lifted Aamir. Nearby, two more carried King Veerendra and Dharam, both gravely wounded.

But Kiyoshi stepped forward.

"Wait."

He walked over to Dharam, placing a hand over his head.

Golden light flared gently from Kiyoshi’s palm, pulsing with divine energy.

"You’re not dying today."

With a final surge, Dharam’s wounds sealed slowly. The soldiers stared in awe, but said nothing. Then they carried the unconscious warriors away toward Aryavrata.

Aamir’s friends followed silently, each glancing back at Haider one last time.

From the distance, Zorwath watched them leave.

"So... you’re sending him away. No matter. I’ll find him again."

Then his tone turned sharp.

"But first, I’ll kill you... and everyone else."

He turned to the remaining generals of Valkoria, now corrupted and fighting for him.

"Come here."

Three monstrous soldiers approached and knelt before him.

"Yes, my lord."

Zorwath smiled cruelly.

"Take my power... and entertain me."

He placed a hand on each of them. Dark energy surged from his palms, their eyes rolling back, turning pitch black. Their veins blackened, twisting violently beneath their skin. Their bodies swelled with demonic energy.

The ground trembled under their growing power.

"So you’re not strong enough to contain my power?" Zorwath chuckled.

"No matter. You’ll still make good monsters."

He raised a hand and pointed at Haider Ali.

"Kill him."

Haider Ali stood his ground, blood soaking through the fabric of his uniform, sword clenched tightly in his good hand. Across from him, the three corrupted soldiers — now monstrous beings twisted by Zorwath’s energy — snarled and cracked their necks unnaturally. Their eyes, completely black, oozed madness.

Zorwath grinned.

"Still standing, old warrior? You’ve bled enough for a dozen deaths already."

Haider Ali looked at the creatures, then at Zorwath.

He cracked his neck, unfazed.

"So now I’ve gotta fight a bunch of mindless beasts?"

"Tch... how boring."

The beasts growled, slamming their fists into the ground.

Zorwath raised an eyebrow.

"What’s this? Are you afraid, Haider Ali?"

Haider chuckled, his eyes gleaming.

"Afraid?"

"Oh, hell no."

"In fact... I’m excited."

He lifted his blade and took a stance.

"It’s been a while since I could fight without holding back."

The air around him shifted. Despite his injuries, despite the blood loss, his presence grew heavier, his aura surging like a warrior reborn. His sword gleamed under the darkened sky, resonating with the energy of a man who had walked through death a thousand times... and chosen to keep walking.

"I’m not fighting to win..." he said quietly, his voice resolute.

"I’m fighting... to buy them time."

Zorwath’s smile faded slightly as he watched the fire blaze in Haider’s eyes.

The first monster lunged.

BOOM!

The ground cracked as the creature charged, moving faster than any normal human could react — but Haider wasn’t just any human.

With a swift pivot, Haider dodged the incoming strike, sliding low beneath the beast’s arm, then—

SHHHHINK!

A clean slice — one of the monster’s legs flew off, dark blood spraying across the field. But the beast didn’t scream. It just kept moving, unfeeling, its leg already trying to regenerate.

"Tch... figures."

"No pain. No fear. Just raw power."

The second monster roared, jumping high into the air — a shadow eclipsing Haider’s body.

But Haider didn’t flinch.

He closed his eyes for a second.

"You think brute strength is enough to break me?"

He suddenly vanished.

Flash step.

SHHRAK!

He reappeared above the monster’s head — blade already slicing downward. Its skull cracked open, and the beast crashed into the ground.

Zorwath narrowed his eyes.

"So you still have that much strength left..."

The third monster didn’t wait. It stretched out its arms unnaturally, bones cracking, trying to grab Haider from behind.

But Haider didn’t move.

He stabbed his sword backward — without looking.

CRUNCH.

The sword pierced straight through the creature’s chest. Then Haider flipped the blade and spun, slicing it in half in a single breath.

Dark blood soaked the battlefield.

Haider exhaled slowly. But his legs trembled slightly now.

His wounds were catching up.

Zorwath began to laugh.

"Impressive, I’ll give you that. But you can’t keep this up."

"Your body is failing you, warrior. Even your will can’t stop death from knocking."

Haider didn’t respond at first.

Then, he lifted his sword and pointed it directly at Zorwath.

"Then I’ll keep standing... until death breaks its fists on me."

Zorwath’s expression twisted — half amusement, half intrigue.

"Let’s see how long you last then... Champion of Aryavrata."

Haider Ali’s breathing grew heavier, but his eyes remained sharp — blazing with the fury of a warrior who refused to fall.

Without wasting another moment, he tightened his grip around the hilt of his sword.

"No more waiting."

In a blink, he vanished from his spot — dashing forward like a thunderbolt.

The second corrupted general, once a proud commander of Valkoria, now reduced to a grotesque shadow of his former self, let out a distorted roar as it raised its massive, mutated arm to block him.

But Haider was faster.

He leaped into the air and twisted his body mid-flight. His blade gleamed crimson, coated in a burning surge of Adrenaline Energy — the combat force only elite warriors could wield when they pushed their bodies beyond their limits.

"This ends now."

SHRRRRRRRRAK!

He brought the sword down in a brutal arc — from shoulder to hip, slicing the monster clean in half, top to bottom.

Black blood sprayed upward, drenching Haider’s face and chest, but he didn’t flinch.

The two halves of the corrupted general dropped to the ground with a sickening thud.

"Even in death, you deserved better than becoming his puppet."

"Rest now, old warrior..." Haider whispered, his voice low but full of respect.

But he couldn’t rest.

The final corrupted beast let out an enraged roar, stomping toward him with blind fury. Its body had mutated further — spines protruding from its back, arms swollen with Zorwath’s chaotic energy.

Zorwath watched with amused eyes.

"You’re burning through your strength, Haider Ali... and your time."

Haider didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to face the last beast.

He staggered slightly, blood dripping from his side — but then he took a deep breath, centering himself.

He whispered something under his breath:

"Final Flow Technique: Dragon Vein Surge."

Suddenly, the earth beneath him cracked.

A pulse of red light erupted from his feet, traveling up his blade like lightning coursing through metal. His aura exploded — sharp, focused, and untamed, like a cornered lion ready to die standing.

The monster charged, fists like boulders flying forward.

Haider didn’t dodge this time.

He stepped in.

With one perfect motion, he twisted his waist, used the force of the monster’s momentum — and sliced upward, carving diagonally across its chest.

BOOM!

The beast stumbled back, a geyser of black energy bursting from the gash — but before it could recover, Haider spun, slicing again — this time horizontally across the neck.

Its head flew.

The final corrupted general dropped to its knees, then collapsed entirely.

Silence.

The battlefield fell still, save for the sounds of crackling fire, groaning wounded, and distant retreating footsteps of students following Haider’s orders.

Zorwath clapped.

"Bravo. Truly... Bravo."

"But now the real dance begins."

Haider turned, breathing hard, blood dripping from multiple wounds now.

His grip on his sword trembled — but his eyes remained fierce.

"I’m not dead yet, demon..."

"And I won’t die until I make sure you bleed."

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