Chapter 203 – War of the Gods (1)
Kumarak's weapon was called Destroyer, an axe that was much bigger and longer than normal. He held it as he looked at the battlefield in front of him. Numerous troops flocked, but just as sheep were unable to deal with wolves, the expedition forces struck the orcs and broke apart. No matter how many enemies were present, there was nothing to fear.
"Did you smash a mountain?" Someone suddenly said.
Kumarak looked at his opponent. A man dressed like a knight and exerted a different force from the other soldiers. A moderately strong person, he possessed the power of a knight. He stared at Kumarak with challenging eyes and pointed his sword.
"You are acquainted with my reputation." Kumarak responded with a grin. He would listen to what the knight had to say.
“I volunteered for this expedition to prove my strength. You are the warrior who made a mountain flat."
"……"
“It is a great honor to meet you. I will beat you and let the continent know the name of the Arteros family. The world will know that Arteros' sword is the best."
Kumarak's mouth dropped open. This knight expressed the intention to increase his reputation by using Kumarak as a sacrifice. In other words, he was already thinking about after the fight. For him, Kumarak was just a means to an end.
It didn't make sense.
"I am the last descendant of the Arteros family, my name is Bede…"
However, Kumarak didn't listen any longer. He looked down at Destroyer. It drank the blood of his enemies. A demon who covered away blood with blood, leaving stains on it. There were great warriors and knights he couldn't help admiring. Hunters, magicians, giant monsters, all of them were terrifying opponents that Kumarak killed.
Kumarak always risked his life. Kill or die. That was his principle. Things were never easy. At the end of a battle, Kumarak was tearful because he was still alive. Then he expressed condolences to the dead enemy.
Kumarak stood here instead of the strong opponents. Their lives were left there.
Then.
“This battlefield that the gods are watching is the best stage. Come, Mountain Smasher. Attack…"
What was this knight talking about? Increasing fame and spreading the name of his family? He was worried about compensation in a moment when he should be gathering his courage and swallowing back tears?
He seemed so trivial to Kumarak.
"Haaaat!"
The man moved his sword.
Fast.
Kumarak didn't move.
“……!”
The man's sword stopped in front of Kumarak's chest.
“What is it?” The knight cocked his head and stared. “Aren't you going to fight, Mountain Smasher?"
Kumarak smiled. It was a terrible smile that distorted his face. The knight didn't stab him. Did he imagine a wonderful stage? Or did he think a quick fight was too boring to raise his reputation? Either way, he abandoned the chance to take Kumarak's life. He had no idea about the opponent in front of him.
“Yes…”
Kumarak's chest swelled. He condensed his rage. His breath was sealed and the pressure in his abdomen rose. Then he roared.
"I am Kumarakkkkkkkk──────!"
The earth shook. The ground shook like an earthquake was occurring. For a moment, all the troops on the battlefield stumbled.
"My name is Kumarakkkkkkk──────!"
Kumarak roared and swung Destroyer. The knight talking about his family was split apart. The sword was broken, the right arm severed and the axe pierced the middle of the abdomen. Blood poured from his mouth.
“You are a fool. Grrung."
The knight's eyes stared at Kumarak. Kumarak pushed the body with his feet. The knight's body broke down. It was the end. People would forever never know the name of that family.
"It is starting now."
Kumarak raised Destroyer. Far away, he saw Crockta descending on the great army. Their eyes met. Kumarak laughed. Then he attacked the surrounding soldiers. Once Kumarak started to advance, no one could stop him.
At that moment. The soldiers stood up. A light shone down from the sky, healing the wounds of the expedition army and filling their bodies with unknown strength. Despite the dominance of the orcs, the expedition troops started to push forward using the momentum of the gods.
"Annoying."
Of course, it was only a little annoying for Kumarak. Kumarak wielded Destroyer and his enemies flew through the air every time.
"Kumarak."
Once again, someone called his name.
"Who is it this time?"
“I have been watching you for a long time." He was a dwarf paladin with the mark of a god on his armor. His eyes glowed blue. “Do you remember Almutad?"
Kumarak jumped. It was a name from his past.
“I grieved day and night when that child died by your hands."
Kumarak realized who was in front of him.
"I will return that pain to you."
Almutad. The great worm that swallowed his friends. Kumarak pursued it, turning the mountain flat and slashing at the worm that emerged with Destroyer. He pulled the remains of his companions out of the great worm's stomach and buried them.
He received the title 'Mountain Smasher' due to this fight. If that name was mentioned, the person in front of him must be,
"Tartatod."
The god of all underground creatures. The father of the creatures who squatted beneath the ground, a transcendental presence who favored dwarves and loved worms. The paladin, no the incarnation of Tartatod laughed.
"That's right."
The gods were intervening.
Kumarak laughed. “You are a nasty pervert who pampers those stinking worms. Grrung!"
The dwarf's face stiffened. At the same time, a reddish brown aura covered the dwarf. The power of a god. Kumarak was able to feel the intangible energy.
Kumarak gave strength to his stomach and built up his willpower. He wasn't fighting just the expedition members who followed the divine message. The gods had come out directly.
"Stupid orc."
Tartatod wielded his hammer. Kumarak blocked with Destroyer.
Kaaaang!
Kumarak was thrown back. The expedition members and orcs fighting were scattered. Kumarak rolled across the ground several times before recovering. He slowly got up. Those who were caught in the conflict groaned on the ground.
His whole body creaked. Kumarak had never been pushed back by a blow before. It was the first time. Kumarak was thrilled by the overwhelming power difference.
“Don’t resist, mortal." Tartatod said calmly. “Not just me, but the other gods will borrow their bodies. You can’t beat us."
“Don’t be ridiculous. Grrung!"
"Resistance is useless."
“Kulkul, everyone says that before they are beaten up!"
Kumarak grabbed Destroyer and leapt towards Tartatod. However, Tartatod's body blurred and disappeared. Kumarak stopped.
“……!”
Tartatod appeared in front of Kumarak. Kumarak hurriedly wielded his axe. Tartatod blocked with his hammer. There was tremendous pressure. Kumarak couldn't compete when it came to strength.
"Uhhhh…" Kumarak pushed his forehead forward and shouted. His forehead hit the dwarf's face.
"Kuheok!"
Tartatod moved back from the sudden hit. Despite the power of a god, it was natural to receive damage after being hit in the face. Kumarak touched his forehead and raised his head. Blood poured from Tartatod's nose. Kumarak laughed. Tartatod's face was red.
"You!”
The power of a god exploded and hit Kumarak.
"Keoooook!"
Mouth dripped from his mouth as he rolled across the ground. He barely managed to hold onto Destroyer.
“I tried to kill you nicely…"
“There is no such thing as a nice death. Stupid god." Kumarak raised his body and laughed. Tartatod's face distorted. "Tartatod, you really don't know anything."
“Shut up. Dirty orc. Vicious bastards.”
"Kulkulkul."
Kumarak raised his body. It wasn't just Tartatod. The battlefield was now entering a new phase. There were those who showed the power of a god and every time they attacked, the orcs were greatly pushed back.
“I wonder why there is a god who takes care of those who crawl under the ground." Flames burned in Kumarak's eyes. “If a god dies, will a new one appear?"
Kumarak was the one who smashed a mountain in order to kill a great worm. A slaughtering machine who moved with a commitment to tearing apart the enemies. If the enemy was a mountain, eliminate the enemy. If the enemy was a god, eliminate the god. Kumarak didn't choose the enemies.
"Now it is interesting."
He hadn't experienced anything worthy since smashing the mountain. He hadn't met a good enemy since the time he dug at the mountain for several months. But the enemy was a god. He would kill a god and change his title of 'Mountain Smasher' to something else.
Kumarak held Destroyer's handle.
"Tartatod. You will die to me today."
***
Zankus quickly sprang up and fired his arrow. He only aimed at places where the enemies were concentrated.
The arrows of an unexpected size pierced through the enemies. His arrows were never satisfied with one life. If one was killed, it would penetrate through the body and kill at least three more. He killed three or four each turn. The arrows became like a skewer.
“Aaaack!"
"Avoid it!”
“Sun Killer!"
He crushed the enemies. A single arrow penetrated through and crushed many enemies in a show of pure force. Every time he shot an arrow, it felt like the battlefield had been hit with a hammer.
“You're lucky we're fighting on the plains," muttered Zankus.
The open plains with no obstacles blocking the field of view was a disadvantage for a hunter. If this were a mountain or a forest, they would've died without knowing where the arrows were coming from.
Zankus scanned in front of him with a hunter's eyes. The expedition had overwhelming numbers, but the strength of the orcs dominated. In particular, the strategy of putting strong leaders at the forefront was effective. The enemy's power was crushed by the vanguard, while the scattered remnants were swallowed by the other orcs. In addition, Crockta was wielding his greatsword at the very front.
Zankus grinned. When he returned to Orcrox for Lenox's funeral, he learned there was an orc who survived alone. He didn't look reliable. The orc spoke about getting revenge for Lenox; however, owever, Zankus doubted him and warned,
'I will hunt you down if you play stupid games. I can't trust a person who ran away alone.'
That orc was Crockta, who had made those words a shameful memory by now.
"We can't lose."
Zankus fired several arrows at the same time. Then he pulled his bowstring all the way back using his muscles. When the string was released… It was like the dew rolling off the leaves. Like feathers falling from wings or stamens dangling to the ground. Lightly.
Chwaaaaaaaack!
It tore through the battlefield. Everywhere the arrow passed, a large wound was dealt to the ranks of the expedition. There were only dead bodies and the wailing of those who lost their limbs.
“It is boring like this."
At that moment, something happened. A light shone down, healing the soldiers and pouring the power of the gods into the paladins. It was the participation of the gods.
Zankus' hands shook.
"It can't be helped."
He scouted the battlefield for his next prey. At that moment.
Chwaaaaaaaack!
An arrow flew. Zankus' body twisted. A beam of light passed by Zankus' neck. Blood flowed down.
"……" Zankus grinned. "How interesting."
Somewhere among the expedition members. There was a hunter like him. He could feel the strength of a god coming from the wound on his neck.
Zankus' mouth twisted as he muttered, "If I kill the god of hunting…"
Zankus' body slowly blurred.
“I will be the god of hunting."
Praise the Orc:
Current schedule: There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day.
Chapter 204 – War of the Gods (2)
The orcs and the expedition troops mixed together. Among them was Anya, who was randomly wielding her axe and screaming, "Die! Die! Die!"
They were two small throwing axes. It was the best tool for slaughtering in her hands. All the enemies around her were killed by the axes. She noticed the faces of those in the distance.
“Don't run away and come here! I will play with you!"
She licked the blood on her cheek and giggled. Her shoulders trembled before she suddenly threw her axe. The backs of those running away were split.
“If you don't come then I will kill you!"
She kept on throwing her axes. They accurately hit the heads of the expedition soldiers. She laughed loudly, "Hahahahat!"
It was a frenzy suitable for the title of 'Mad Slaughterer.' Her berserkers followed her.
“Come on!”
“If you don’t want to die then kill us!"
"Kakakakat!"
It didn't matter about the power of the gods or their morale. The berserkers stabbed, cut and slashed. Blood sprang from the wounds and they died. It was sufficient.
"Let's go, Kids. Follow me!"
"Yes!"
“Understood!”
She took out a new axe from her waist. She turned it round and round, wondering who to kill next. At that moment, the ground shook.
"Oh my?"
It was coming from Kumarak's direction. She looked around. The earthquake wasn't the work of Kumarak. It was caused by the dwarf paladin that he was going against.
“Hrm…"
Anya examined them. Kumarak was bloody and barely standing. On the other hand, the dwarf fighting him was unfamiliar. He wielded the hammer towards Kumarak.
"What, that person is a god?"
The light around the dwarf was proof of a god's power.
“I told you…"
She had never fought a god before. They were also hiding behind the temples, speaking a few condescending words and giving off a good impression. Those beings were coming down directly to get rid of the orcs.
“How interesting."
The dwarf wielded the hammer. Kumarak blocked with Destroyer but was thrown back from the shock. Anya felt somewhat uncomfortable as she looked at Kumarak on the ground.
"Stupid guy."
Kumarak was a powerful warrior. However, that strength he was so proud of was losing. The dwarf kicked the fallen orc. Anya spoke to her subordinates.
"You fight here. I will be going somewhere for a while."
"Yes!"
She jumped forward. She trampled and killed the soldiers in her way. Her goal was Kumarak.
"Kumarak!"
However, her voice didn't reach. Kumarak ran towards the dwarf again. He looked terrible but he didn't lose his fighting spirit. Rather, he wielded Destroyer with crazy eyes. The hammer and axe collided. Kumarak and the dwarf glared at each other.
Kumarak suddenly swung his fist. It hit the dwarf's face. The dwarf's face distorted and he swung his fist as well. Kumarak's teeth were broken.
"Grrung!"
Kumarak swung his fists again. Thus, they continued punching each other. It was a struggle against a god. They dropped their weapons and tangled together. Kumarak's fighting spirit was contagious as the god cried out in a loud voice.
"Kumarakkk! I will kill you!"
“Come on, Tartatod! God of the worms!"
Tartatod.
Anya understood the whole situation. Kumarak had smashed a mountain and killed the great worm, gaining the title of 'Mountain Smasher.' So this god must be Tartatod, the one who loved those who dug under the ground. He appeared in front of Kumarak to get revenge for Almutad.
"The gods are the same as us."
Anya's mouth twitched.
She didn't believe in those who called themselves gods. Look, they were no different from the creatures on the ground. How could she join her hands together and say a prayer when the god was shrieking and swinging his fists.
They were just beings with mighty powers. Just that.
"Are you going there to intervene?" Someone asked her.
Anya recoiled. A woman approached her. It was one of the rare elves who joined the expedition, wearing the clothing of a priest.
“You must face me first."
It was a woman she had never seen before. Anya instantly knew who she was. She burst out laughing.
"Ahaha. You?"
"……"
"It is an honor for a celebrity to look for me. Do you know how to fight?"
The opponent smiled. A god who always showed mercy. The god everyone praise, who gave the powerful of healing and passed on teachings to help the poor. The goddess of mercy.
“You are the most notable."
“It is an honor."
"There is the blood of many on your hands." The goddess of mercy said. Mad Slaughterer Anya. She was in direct opposition to the goddess of mercy. "Now it is time to stop the tragedies you created."
“Stop the tragedies." Anya laughed.
She pointed to the battlefield. Orcs and expedition members were killing each other and dying. Both sides were engulfed in their own madness and didn't hesitate to attack. They wielded their weapons until they stopped breathing.
It was pandemonium.
Anya continued, “You also created this battlefield so you are just a hypocrite. If you combine all the things I've done in my life, it will look like a comedy compared to the tragedy that you committed today.
"……"
The god's face shook before calming.
Anya smiled. "It can't be helped. Let's start quickly."
Kumarak's roar was heard from behind her.
“God, is it up to hereeeeeeeeeee──────!"
Then something exploded. It didn't stop there. The earth broke and collapsed. She didn't know where and how it happened, but there were screams from those caught up in the aftermath. Anya laughed as she twirled the two small axes in both hands.
"Don't you have to help your friend soon?"
***
Zankus limped. The hunter, hidden somewhere on the battlefield, continued to fire. Zankus also responded, but the opponent's shooting was faster and more accurate.
It wasn't a large difference. However, it was the divide that separated life and death. Zankus gritted his teeth and bandaged the wound on his thigh. Even now, the enemy was still aiming at him. Zankus could feel the killing intent.
Truly a god. Zankus didn't know what to do.
“Dammit.”
Thus, he decided to borrow someone else's opinion. He closed his eyes. In the middle of the battlefield, an invisible hunter was aiming for his life. He stared at the darkness behind his eyelids. A man was standing there.
Shakan. The best hunter he knew, Shakan. In this moment of urgency, he only had the chance for one question.
Zankus threw a question towards the man, 'How can I hunt this enemy?'
Shakan replied.
Zankus' eyes opened. A light was heading towards him. It was quite close. Just before it hit his head…
Zankus twisted as an arrow grazed his cheek. Zankus muttered as he stared at where the light had come from, "I understand, Shakan."
Then he loaded an arrow. The iron was distorted. In the gap between the expedition troops, there was a shadow standing alone between flapping flags.
That guy.
Zankus fired an arrow. The shadow that fought with him disappeared, but the bodies of the expedition members nearby exploded. Zankus wasn't satisfied and quickly pursued the enemy with his next arrow.
The arrow's tip aimed at the enemy's figure. He pulled back the bowstring as he recalled Shakan's answer.
‘You can't hunt him.'
He borrowed the image of Shakan and asked for an answer. Zankus couldn't hunt down the enemy, as the other person was a better hunter than him. So he decided to give up hunting.
“Today, I'm not a hunter…"
Zankus' arrow went straight through some passing soldiers. The soldiers were killed. The knights who faced the orcs were caught in the aftermath. The knights were killed. The shield of a noble was pierced. The noble also died.
“Today… I must be a killer."
Soon after, his 'death shot' hit the enemy. He avoided a fatal wound, but it was unavoidable to receive a shallow hit. The enemy sat down and shook with hostility. However, he didn't die.
“You will die soon enough." Zankus laughed and aimed his arrow again.
His title was 'Sun Killer.' It wasn't about hunting. 'Killer' was another name for Zankus. This wasn't an ordinary arrow, but one that contained the archer's will. It was placed in the arrow. How far was his limit? Zankus had endlessly practiced with the bow, to the point where he was able to place 'death' in the arrow.
"Die."
Now he was in the area of 'killing', rather than 'hunting.' Zankus's arrow aimed at the black shadow again. Zankus was unable to move properly in the aftermath of 'death.' Zankus was convinced that the enemy would die by this arrow.
But at that moment.
A brilliant light erased his arrow.
“……!”
Everyone on the battlefield looked up at the sky as they saw a flash of brilliant light. It came from an old man with wings of light. The staff in his hand shook. Then rays of light surrounded the expedition members. Light shone from their weapons and the wounds were restored again. The heat from deep inside their body erased their fatigue.
It wasn't just the expedition members affected, but the other gods fighting the orcs. The god of hunting, who had been on the verge of dying from Zankus' arrow, ended up vanishing. His body recovered and he avoided 'Death.'
Sasasasak!
Once again, the beam of light flew towards Zankus. Zankus barely avoided it as he muttered.
"That is cheating."
He didn't know the identity of the old man in the sky, but it was a different influence from the other gods. The power of the old man dominated the battlefield. The light kept encouraging the expedition members, interrupting the orcs.
Zankus looked around. The situation was starting to tilt. The orcs were dying. Kumarak, Anya, Wallachwi etc, were also pushed back. The gods gained strength from the light in the sky. Defeat was obvious. And defeat meant genocide. Zankus' face distorted for a moment.
Then someone spoke.
'……'
Zankus was stunned. The voice spoke again.
'…!'
Zankus' eyes widened.
“Kulkulkul…"
Zankus started laughing. He lifted his bow and loaded an iron arrow on it. Then he pulled back the bowstring and aimed for the sky. From far away, a beam of light aimed at Zankus' neck. It was a stronger power than before.
But Zankus didn't care.
"I understand.
The light. It disappeared before reaching Zankus. The rays of light from the old man in the sky also flew towards Zankus. However, they disappeared in front of him, as if they had hit a wall. Zankus didn't care about all that. He concentrated all the strength of his body to one point. It was the best 'Death' arrow he could do.
“Kuoooook…"
His muscles screamed. The overloaded muscle fibers started to break down one by one.
"Kuaaaaaaah…!" Zankus shouted.
He squeezed out all the power in his body. It didn't matter if his muscles were breaking. His arms burned. His bowstring was pulled back to the maximum extent possible. Just before Zankus and his bow broke…
Zankus had a feeling that it was time.
“Go.”
When the string was released… It was like the dew rolling off the leaves. Like feathers falling from wings or stamens dangling to the ground. The death arrow was launched towards the sky.
"Goooooooooo───────!"
It flew upwards. The old man tried to stop the arrow but it flew on, ignoring everything. The arrow. It passed by the old man. It rose to the end of the sky. The target at the end. The sun that illuminated the world.
'Sun Killer' Zankus. His arrow went beyond time and space to penetrate the sun and kill it. A black stain appeared in the center of the sun. It spread gradually and the entire sun became black. Darkness fell over the world. A world where the sun disappeared. It was complete darkness.
Even 'Sun Killer' Zankus couldn't stop the sun forever. The world would only sink into darkness for a few minutes. But that was enough.
In the darkness where no one could see, the flapping of wings was heard. A man's voice resonated on the battlefield, "I am the hawk of the north."
Zankus fell to the ground, no longer having the strength to even lift a finger.
"The blue guardian of the sunrise. The pale blue standard bearer who guides the shamans."
Now it was his turn. The orc shaman mentor, the strongest shaman of this age.
"Tashaquil."
A bizarre whisper was heard from underneath the ground. With the death of the sun, the hungry demons of hell were being summoned in the darkness.
Praise the Orc:
Current schedule: There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day.
Chapter 205 – War of the Gods (3)
It took only a few minutes for the sun to turn dark. During that time, everyone on the battlefield was terrified. In the darkness where nothing could be seen, something was walking around.
"Kuaaaaah!"
"Heoooook!"
Terrible screams rang out. Everyone turned to look in all directions. In the aftermath, some people stabbed randomly with their swords. The magicians of the expedition tried to create light, but it fell absurdly short of lighting up the world without the sun. Rather, the dim lighting caused fear to fill the hearts of the people.
Fearful faces appeared every time the light shone. The light illuminated bloody and tearful faces.
"Aaaaaaack!" The screams continued.
Crockta could hear them whisper, 'Hungry, hungry, hungry…'
His eyes pierced through the darkness and saw strange beings climbing from the ground onto the battlefield. They had a terrible amorphous appearance which suited hell. However, they all had the same terribly big and ugly mouth.
'Hungryyyyyyy…'
A demon of hell passed by Crockta, and it smelled bad. Suddenly, Crockta met its eyes. Then it licked its lips. However, instead of aiming at Crockta, it turned and bit the body of an expedition member.
Those who couldn't see in the darkness were bitten without knowing what direction the demons came from. The only things left behind were the blood stains and parts of the limbs which couldn't be swallowed.
These guys were filling up the battlefield.
'Eat, chew, swallow…'
'Hungry…'
Tashaquil was a shaman who always smiled and blessed the orc warriors. However, he was furious. So, his blessings had now become the evil souls which embodied hell.
"This is war."
Crockta looked up at the sky. This was a world where the sun had disappeared. The 'Sun Killer' Zankus, he really was a hunter who penetrated the sun. Now that the sun was sleeping, all types of demons attacked the expedition members in the darkness.
The fearful soldiers waved their weapons randomly, killing their companions and stabbing themselves.
"Uwaaaaah!"
Suddenly, a blade flew through the darkness towards Crockta. Crockta blocked with his greatsword. It was a terrified expedition member. He was swinging his sword in every direction.
"Uwaaaaack!"
"Tsk." Crockta reached out and grabbed the neck of the expedition member.
The demons were certainly frightening. In particular, for the expedition members, this was a situation where their vision was blocked, and they didn't know where the horrible beings would appear, so it was natural to go mad.
However, this one had found the wrong opponent. Slowly, the light returned. The 'death' which swallowed the sun disappeared, allowing the sun to regain its strength. Dim sunlight shone on Crockta's face.
"Ahh…" The expedition soldier's eyes widened. He had fled from the jaws of death. However, he was now met with Crockta's terrifying face.
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" He screamed.
"Noisy," Crockta remarked and gave strength to his hands. He broke the soldier's neck instantly. The soldier's body dropped down to the ground. However, Crockta thought the soldier was lucky to die now. This was because…
"It is better not to see this."
The sun had returned halfway. That alone was enough to reveal the scenery on the ground.
It was hell.
Not everyone had been fully eaten by the demons. The demons had bitten the expedition members on a whim. People were groaning on the ground with their bodies half torn apart. There were corpses with the contents of their heads missing. There was one human corpse with all the skin chewed off. There were also soldiers with torn stomachs and their contents flowing out.
These scenes filled the battlefield. And…
'I hate light, I hate light, I hate light… Hungry, hungry, hungry…'
The eyes, nose, mouth, and limbs of the demons were revealed. The expedition members screamed.
"What is thisssss!"
"Monsters!"
"Spare meeeee!"
The demons carried out their feeding until just before the sun fully returned. They didn't stop, even when the sun burned their bodies. They bit, chewed, and swallowed. The demons acted like vultures and drove the formation of the expedition into complete chaos.
"How horrible," Crockta commented from where he stood at the front lines, where orcs and humans were mixed together. Behind him, there weren't many demons. However, beyond him, the camp of the expedition was filled with demons eating indiscriminately.
Every time a demon's teeth moved, an enemy's body was torn. The demons shook, and the expedition members' limbs flew into the sky. Even to the orcs, this was a frantic scene of madness. It was a necessary but cruel scene which Tashaquil had produced.
"The sun is back."
The sun had returned wholly. The demons melted down completely. They had swallowed the expedition members, but after melting, there were no traces left of them except for a handful of ashes. If someone looked at this place, they wouldn't know what had just happened.
However, their bodies trembled at the fearful memories. Zankus had only turned off the sun for a few minutes…
And in those few minutes, many of the expedition members had been slaughtered. The gods turned their eyes to the disastrous landscape.
"Tashaquillllllllll!" The elderly man in the sky screamed Tashaquil's name. His wings were like an angel's, but his distorted face was like that of a devil.
"You shouldn't have summoned the demonssss! I won't let it goooo!" His voice rang through the battlefield. Then light exploded from his body, shining down on the entire expedition. The fear caused by the demons disappeared, and the expedition returned to being the faithful army of the gods.
However, the blessing wasn't given to those who had already lost their limbs and couldn't participate in the battle. They were dying as they watched their peers march with the light of the gods.
"The gods are the same as us." Crockta's lips twisted as he laughed. "There is no difference between them and the emperor."
The expedition army marched forward with no emotions on their faces as they followed the gods' will. They ignored the fallen allies whom they stepped on. Just like that, the wounded were trampled on by the expedition army and died.
The expedition army had become puppets of the gods. This was a war between the gods and the orcs. At that moment, Tashaquil's voice whispered in their ears, 'Everyone, be prepared.'
All orcs on the battlefield heard the voice.
'The next attack is dangerous.'
As soon as he spoke, the expedition army stopped moving. Then they raised their shields and set up a firm formation. It was like a barricade.
"This…"
Then at that moment…
Crockta saw it. In the rear of the expedition army, magic power was boiling up towards the sky.
Tashaquil warned again, 'The goddess of magic has come out.'
Crockta was a warrior, but in the past, he'd met the northern magician, Jamero, and he'd obtained 'Introduction to Magic.' Along with the instincts as a warrior, Crockta was able to clearly observe the flow of magic power.
Thus, he could see it. The magic power boiling at the rear of the expedition rose to the sky and penetrated the atmosphere. Then that magic power took shape. It looked like a net.
"It can't be…"
It went beyond the sky, beyond the atmosphere of the planet, and headed towards a distant space. Then it grabbed the asteroids floating in space. The net of magic dragged the asteroids down one by one.
The universe…
The vast space…
The rocks drifting through it…
The goddess of magic gathered such things together and pulled them down to the ground. They slowly accelerated and burned white as they moved through the atmosphere.
"Scatterrrrrrrr────!"
'Great magic.
'Meteor Shower.'
The asteroids burned as they passed through the atmosphere but survived persistently. Then they became weapons of slaughter. The fragments of white meteors hit the orcs.
"Kuaaaaaaah!"
"Kuaaaaak!"
"Hurtsss!"
The flames and impact destroyed the orcs' formation. Soon, there were craters here and there, as well as burning orcs. The meteor shower continued.
Kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa!
Uwaaaaaah!
Screams were mingled with the sounds of the bombardment.
"Oh my god…"
The magic only told of in legends was actually produced by the goddess of magic. Crockta avoided the meteors which fell, but the aftermath caused the earth to shake and flames to burn his body. Crockta roared and shook off the flames.
"Pant…pant…"
His face filled with anger as he held God Slayer and glared at the enemies. The formation of the expedition was still intact. They maintained their formation while watching the pandemonium with cold eyes.
"Son of a bitch…"
There had been the demons, and now there was a meteor shower. They weren't delighted at all. Crockta laughed and stepped forward.
"Crockta, are you okay?" A familiar voice suddenly spoke.
"Kulkul, don't be concerned."
It was Hoyt. He was in charge of commanding the orcs from behind. However, in the end, he hadn't been able to bear it and had moved to the front.
"Is it okay to come out here?"
"Kulkul, I couldn't stand watching you alone."
Meteors poured down from the sky the ground was filled with flames as the two warriors stood at the forefront of the army. Hoyt shouted, "Everyone wake uppppppp───────!"
It was the same as when he shouted at the training grounds.
"Is it painfulllllll──────?!" Hoyt's roar overwhelmed the battlefield.
Then orcs started to walk out of the flames. No one was okay. They all had terrible injuries or were burned. Even so, they raised their weapons.
"Not at all."
"It just tingles, Hoyt!"
"The body is fine! Kuhulhulhul!"
"Now, it is nice and warm!"
The number of orc warriors gradually increased.
Hoyt grinned, "Then…"
He exchanged a glance with Crockta. God Slayer and Mountain Slasher… A greatsword and a hammer were raised towards the sky.
"Come──────!"
Two warriors charged towards the expedition army.
"Uwaaaaaah!"
"Bul'tarrrrrrrrrr──────!"
"Heoooook!"
"Killlllllllll!"
The orc warriors ran along behind them. The battlefield where demons appeared and flames fell from the sky… From there, the orcs charged forward as always.
***
The elf user, Yurika, was taking a rest after hunting monsters. It was noisy due to the war between the gods and the orcs, but she was more interested in exploring the world of Elder Lord alone.
"I leveled up today," she confirmed after checking her status window.
However, her status window suddenly became dark. "……?"
She realized that a large shadow was being cast on her. Then she looked up and jumped back with a startled expression, "…Eh?"
Yurika had thought it was a big monster due to the size of the shadow. However, it wasn't like that. It was an orc.
"Uhh…"
The orc was a monster and NPC. They were in the middle. Orcs clearly had a civilization, but they were ambiguous beings who were sometimes killed for quests. Her perception had changed a lot since Crockta appeared, but she was still unfamiliar with orcs.
"Excuse me… What…?"
Additionally, the atmosphere around this orc was different. She could feel a tremendous power coming from him. He was certainly stronger than her. So, she prepared to escape.
"……" The orc looked at her quietly and then opened his mouth, "I want to ask for directions."
It was a low but loud voice. Faced with his sunken eyes and the pressure coming from him, she thought it was fortunate that no fight would take place.
"Yes, a-ask. I'll tell you if I know."
"Perhaps…" He thought for a moment before asking, "Orc… Do you know which way Orcrox is?"
"Orcrox?"
Orcrox was in the middle of a war right now.
Maybe this orc was going to help them. She felt sorry for him. This respectful orc seemed strong, but she didn't think the orcs could win. The expedition was large, and the gods were with them.
She explained in a soft voice, "If you keep going that way, a road will appear. Continue along the road and you will reach Orcrox. There are signs… There will also be people heading there. If you get confused, ask them."
"Thank you." The orc swept his gaze over her with sharp eyes. Then he thanked Yurika once again, "Really, thank you. Then I'm going now."
He walked in the direction that she had told him. As Yurika looked at his back, she prayed for the orc.
Then…
"…Eh?"
Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung.
Shadows emerged from the bushes and followed the orc. Their figures were soon revealed. They were orcs who were following the first one.
"Uh…uhhh…"
The number continued to increase. Yurika's mouth fell open. All of them were wearing steel armor and helmets, as well as carrying huge weapons on their shoulders. They weren't like the orcs she knew.
All the orcs she had seen were free-spirited. She had never seen orcs equipped like this and moving like an army. However, an endless number of them marched forward.
"Where…?" She wondered where this army had come from.
This was the Forest of Creatures. It was a land blocked by the limit line. Flags were flying above the orcs' heads… The patterns were all different, but the letters below them were the same. She muttered, "The Great Clan…?"
TL: The demons Tashaquil summoned are different from the species ‘called demons’ that follow the grey god.
Praise the Orc:
Current schedule: There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day.