Chapter 219 – A Road has No Gate (2)
There was a strong barrier around the Temple of the Fallen God, where the grey god had descended. It was impossible for them to even approach. The army that gathered to stop her were blocked by the wall.
Crockta and the gods brandished their weapons in an attempt to crack it. But no matter what attacks they poured out, the grey god's barrier blocked their way. Time passed. One minute, one second, it was counting down towards the world's resurrection.
“This barrier can't be overcome by physical force."
The goddess of magic declared after examining the barrier. The gods were still stuck in the flesh of humans. Their bodies were maintaining the world, so they had to borrow the bodies of mortals.
Therefore, their divinity was weak compared to the grey god who descended to the ground.
“If I had my full power then I could crack it, but there is nothing I can do now. I don't know how to disrupt that power. It is another dimension altogether. What knowledge has she gained in the meantime…?"
"Kuaaaaah! Do it somehow, gods! Grrung!"
Kumarak angrily wielded his giant axe. He swung it a few times at the barrier, but it was fine.
“Dammit!”
Kumarak wielded Mountain Slasher again. There was an explosion. However, there was still no dent on the barrier. Everyone started murmuring.
"Time is running out."
"Find a way…"
They removed the mysterious demon Dantalian. However, they encountered the barrier immediately after. Crockta glared at the white sphere within the barrier. This was the magic spell that would bring this world to destruction.
“I don't have time for this."
Crockta grabbed God Slayer and slammed it towards the barrier. Kang. The wall remained steadfast. According to the goddess of magic, she lacked the power and divinity to open this, as well as the knowledge. The grey god fell to earth and learned from the science there. Thanks to that, she could create this type of barrier.
Time flowed.
Crockta frowned. He couldn't see the way. Someone spoke from behind him.
"We have to hurry."
***
The sun went down and rose again. Time passed. They couldn't find the answer. The white sphere of pure destruction was gradually filling up the sky.
"There isn't much time left."
The calm gods started to gradually lose their composure. Kumarak was banging on the barrier like crazy, and the other orcs rushed with their weapons. There were those who punched wildly until they collapsed from their injuries.
“Out of the wayyyyyy!"
Fireballs started to fall from the sky. It was the goddess of magic's ultimate magic that wiped out the orcs, Meteor Shower. Meteors poured towards the barrier. Flames and debris scattered. The earth shook every time a meteor crashed into the barrier. It was tremendous damage that would wipe out a few cities without a trace.
The flames diminished and the barrier appeared again. It was fine.
“Shit!"
Even the goddess of magic cursed. The army, which had fallen down from the aftermath of Meteor Shower, rose and peered through the dust. They gazed at the still intact translucent wall and felt despair.
“Unbelievable…”
“We are stuck like this and can't even fight properly."
The next one to try was the war god. The war god emitted powerful flames from his own body. He became a huge giant, like when he dealt the final blow to Crockta. He raised his greatsword.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The war god roared with his entire body and swung his sword. There was a dent in the wall. All those watching formed fists. For the first time, the barrier was damaged. The war god swung with all his power once again.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!"
The blade pierced through the barrier. Everybody cheered.
However.
"Kuaaaaahhhhh!"
The war god was shocked by something and thrown out. His sword flew through the air and his huge body crashed towards the ground. There was a huge vibration as he hit the ground. All the people here were talented, so no one was hurt or injured. However, everyone was shocked by the damage to the war god.
“This can't…"
While the war god was wounded, the barrier recovered, as if nothing had happened. It went back to its original state of blocking them.
Impregnable.
“Everything is going according to the grey god's will." Crockta sighed.
Time passed again.
The gods and mortals rushed with their weapons towards the barrier. But there was still no change. There were occasions where it seemed damaged by a powerful attack, but they were all bounced off, just like the war god. Everybody was beaten by the barrier.
Thus, the time of anger passed. Then came the despair. After that, it was resignation.
The last sunrise was gradually approaching.
"It can't be helped." Crockta closed his eyes.
More time passed. They did everything they could. In the end, they couldn't pass the barrier. The sunrise that the grey god warned them about had arrived. Its light was sweeping away the darkness on the horizon.
"Everyone did their best," said the war god. "It can't be helped. The grey god has her own beliefs, and she won with them."
Everyone breathed deeply as they stared at the sun driving away the darkness. It was the same for Crockta. Numerous thoughts passed through his head.
“Tiyo. Anor."
He called his two companions. They stood beside Crockta. They stood next to each other and watched the sun come up. The last thing they would see. It was beautiful.
"I enjoyed our time together." Crockta smiled at Tiyo and Anor.
"Likewise dot. I met Crockta and saw many exciting things. I have no regrets dot!"
“Without the two of you, I would've remained in that village, unchanged. Thank you. You should’ve come to me a little quicker. Hahaha, shit."
They stood shoulder to shoulder. Finally, they looked at the sun together. It was gorgeous. The sun. It was the last thing they saw.
Within. The world was crumbling. The vast landscape of the universe. Only darkness, darkness, and darkness. An infinite nothingness with no light or heat continued to unfold. Elder Lord's sun turned to dust, and that dust rendered into smaller particles, tiny invisible embers. The once great sun was reduced to a handful of ashes that floated in the endless void.
However, that handful of ashes glowed incandescently. It sucked in the planet. Elder Lord was easy to swallow. A vast universe filled with white. The magic that the grey god accomplished condensed time and space to a single point.
Entropy was reversed. The scattered chaos was aimed at one point. The universe condensed towards the beginning. There was Crockta in it, Tiyo and Anor as well. All the gods, all life in the universe, they died.
The things that were once living and the things that cooled down to an eternal death all converged towards a single point. There was no time or space; there was only a point. That was it. Since time didn't exist, it was pointless to determine how long the process took.
The point was there. An explosion. Time and space poured out. Substances propagated.
The void, where nothing existed, was erased as darkness started to cover it. Heat filled the darkness, which then turned into light that pushed away the darkness. There was now power and heat. Then, the laws that made up the world were put together.
The fire of the first sun was kindled. Within the vast universe, one or two bulbs of light, new stars, turned on. The planets were then gathered and placed in their orbits. Numerous galaxies emerged.
And there, somewhere. It was the first sign of life. At first, it was just made up of extremely crude organic matter. However, after a long time passed, in the middle of a new galaxy that was created, was life.
Life replicated and spread, conceiving other lives on the planet. In time that didn't stop, a myriad of species spread. And within, the first flower in the universe was born. The petals opened, pointing towards the sun.
'That is the beginning.' Someone spoke. 'Life will yet again spread throughout this universe. That flower will sprinkle seeds, and one day, life will rise on top of the flowers. So the cycle of life will restart.'
A vast universe on the brink of destruction. The newly born universe was brilliant. New life was born in this vast space. They will soon become equipped with intellect, creating civilizations, eating, praying and loving again, just like the past world. The end would come again someday, but until then, they would eat, pray and love.
‘What?'
And Crockta saw all of this. He saw what the grey god really feared, and the new cycle of life that she wanted to achieve. It was beautiful.
'The universe that would've slept forever has warmed up again. Isn't it beautiful?' asked the voice.
Crockta knelt down in front of the first flower that was born. He touched it. It was beautiful.
'Beautiful.'
'It is. Really good.'
'But in this world,' continued Crockta, 'There is no one to receive this flower.'
Crockta shook his head and said, ‘I don't want this.'
'It would've sunk forever.'
'I don't care.'
'You are too naive.'
‘Yes, but that is a good thing.'
Crockta remembered the world. There were too many things that couldn't be lost. Yes, Tiyo and Anor came to mind. They had been handed over to death. His always reliable friends. They were more precious than this new world.
Then he remembered all the people he had met and formed relationships with.
The beginning was Orcrox and the orc farmer, Grant. Crockta learned a lot from him. Crockta protected Thompson's family with Hoyt and carried out his revenge with Jeremy, a delightful friend. From the people of Arnin, the villains of Maillard, Quantes, the Great Clan in the north, the fight with the empire in the far south, the great forest, and the mix of orc warriors that he fought the gods with, all of them were living there.
More than anything else,
'I have a place to go back to.'
For that. This grandiose plan had no value for him. Crockta trampled on the first flower. It was fleeting.
Crockta said to the voice, 'So help me, Antuak.'
In front of him stood the shaman Antuak.
'I see.'
'Yes. You must have something more important to you than the cycle of the universe.' Crockta said.
'Me?'
'That's right.'
'Ah…yes. Me too,'Antuak smiled and said, 'I also have that type of person. This world can't be over.'
‘So help me. I will stop the grey god.'
'Are you alive?'
'Of course.'
'An immature apprentice warrior has become a great warrior.'
He waved his staff. An unknown power flowed from the body of the great shaman, Antuak.
Gradually, time began to rewind.
Crockta and Antuak were erased. Life disappeared, the first bits of organic matter retreated into the dirt, and the universe once again became a handful of sparks. It was turned back and the universe was restored to the state before the initial explosion.
‘Please stop the grey god. I have something I want to do in this world,' Antuak pleaded.
'What is it?'
'I have to…'
There was one point. It revived the universe of the past.
‘Wake my wife Aruna, and give her a flower.'
***
Someone spoke from behind him, "We have to hurry."
Crockta opened his eyes.
They had just arrived here. The goddess of magic explained about the construction of the barrier and Kumarak was swinging his axe.
Crockta looked back. There was no one there. What had he just seen?
Then a welcome voice was heard, "The barrier has disappeared!"
"How is that possible? Who?"
“The power is gone! Go inside!"
The crowd cheered. Crockta turned his head towards the cheering. The barrier was slowly fading, allowing the gods and warriors to pass through it. Crockta also entered the dark territory of the grey god.
“There is no way. Who the hell… this is a sophisticated spell filled with the power of time and space…who is it?"
Only the goddess of magic stood in the spot where the barrier had disappeared. However, they were lacking time. There was no time to investigate this phenomenon or who caused it. They entered the barrier.
The power of the grey god felt stronger in her domain, causing everyone to shiver in anxiety. They had to fight against this enemy. Crockta's hands also tensed up. Suddenly, Crockta looked back.
“……!”
He saw a familiar face in the distance: the shaman Antuak was looking at him with an exhausted face. Indeed, it was him. In the past, Antuak showed Crockta the future and asked him questions. When Crockta answered him, he directly neutralized the barrier.
Their eyes met. Without any strength, he waved his staff at Crockta.
Protect this world and return to Earth. Only then Antuak could give Aruna a flower.
Crockta headed towards the grey god.
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Chapter 220 – A Road has No Gate (3)
The battle began abruptly. There was a bombardment from the sky from shells filled with the grey god's energy. The shells poured down without end, causing explosions everywhere. From there, strange, amorphous monsters with the power of the grey god appeared. They were similar to the demons that Tashaquil had summoned in the past.
“They are the remnants of the demons," the war god explained as he pointed his sword at the monsters.
"The influence of the grey god is too strong here. Our strength can't be exercised properly. Shit. This is the power of the grey god…"
"Is there no way?"
"Then the world will collapse."
“It is difficult."
In order to protect the world, the gods had to support it with their power. Meanwhile, the grey god wanted to destroy the world to start it again. For them, it was an unfair fight. The grey god used her strength without caring about the balance of the world. The gods used magic and divinity to turn the monsters to ashes. However, the monsters had the power of the grey god and didn't die, but rose again.
"They continue to survive."
“Terrible things!"
Beyond that was a demon who commanded the monsters. Crockta saw him.
"Abaddon!"
Abaddon, the survivor of the fight between gods, whom Crockta had met in the swamp of the great forest. He was a friendly demon who served Crockta's group his spicy noodle dish and told them the truth of the world. A demon who tried to tell them more information, but was summoned away by the grey god.
Now he was blocking them for the grey god. He didn't look as friendly as he used to. He entered a combat posture, his red eyes brimming with killing intent. Every time he beckoned, the monsters would break the army troops that came with Crockta. Lower ranked gods and mortals died one after another.
“Your crusade goes up to here. You can't go any further." The voice of the grey god was hidden in his voice.
Thanks to the power of the grey god, he was now a half-god. In addition, he was much more powerful than the gods who couldn't exert their power properly in the grey god's territory. Even the gods were stopped and couldn't move further.
The war god muttered, "This place is the fortress of the grey god. Maybe it was a mistake to bring mortals here. It is a terrible fight."
The ground was already a mess. There were the survivors of the expedition, the orcs, the lower gods and the knights. Major players headed to the north. Such people were collapsing like dominoes.
“These damn monsters!"
A knight with a high reputation shouted. He was someone who wandered the world in order to defeat the strong, a person with great skills who could defeat the chief knight of any city. He swung his sword like crazy. An amorphous monster lost its form and fell. However, it was originally a formless monster.
"Crazy!"
As it fell to the ground, it started to wriggle around the knight's legs. It became a swamp and sucked him in. His body melted down. He screamed for his life.
The elf magician beside the knight used his power. He was a magician whose power made him one of the top-ranked in the magic towers. He used his magic power to remove the monster from the wandering knight.
However, a shell burst and blew up the elf magician. He couldn't even scream as his body was ripped apart. The knight was eventually completely sucked up by the monster. The monster that swallowed the knight raised itself up and looked for the next victim.
They also met their tragic deaths.
It was the same for the gods. The upper ranked gods, such as the war god and goddess of magic, were using their power to destroy the enemies, but the lower ranked gods were quickly eaten by their enemies and returned to Olympus.
Crockta shouted at the war god.
"We have to move!"
"There is no way," he war god replied as he swumg his sword at a monster. His fire turned the monster to ashes.
“We have to stop the bombardment of the army. It is spreading the grey god's great magic. It is getting power from the terrible sphere in the sky. That power is tearing apart the gods like we are gods.”
“If we gather some people and penetrate through…"
"I don't think that guy will let us."
The war god pointed to Abaddon, who was smiling as if he was listening to their conversation.
"Shit…"
During their conversation, shells burst near them. It was a blast filled with the grey god's power. Another lower ranked god left the battlefield.
“What about the goddess of magic? She can call a meteor shower over there."
“She consumed that power on the barrier…"
“It was a useless waste of power."
Before Antuak got rid of the barrier, the goddess of magic had summoned the meteors in an attempt to destroy the barrier. Just like the fight against the orcs in the past, it wasn't a technique that could be used indefinitely.
Crockta asked as he watched another god fall. "Is the bombardment that strong?"
He had a firm heart because he was fighting with the gods. However, since entering the grey god's domain, the gods were also panting.
The one who just fell was the 'god of light' who played an active part in the battle against the orcs. Despite the light coming from his body, he was hit by a flying shell and returned to Olympus.
Those who seemed strong, how could she get rid of them so easily?
“Fortunately, it is a weapon that borrows the power of the sphere, so the great destruction magic has slowed down."
“That isn't comforting."
Shells kept flooding towards them as they talked. Crockta and the war god jumped to both sides to avoid the attack. There was an explosion on the spot they had disappeared from. Crockta rolled on the ground and got up.
As he avoided the shells, a monster approached him in the distance. Such things appeared endlessly to block his approach. Besides, the monsters were affected by the grey god's bombardment. A monster hit by the shells wouldn't receive any damage.
Crockta raised God Slayer and destroyed the monster. If it was an ordinary attack, the monster would regain its body again, but Crockta's weapon contained the power of the sun god. The monster was burned by the 'last fire.'
“I will go alone."
The army couldn't approach. As the bombardment continued, the size of the army decreased. He could see Tiyo shooting General in the distance. They would be wiped out before they could even meet the grey god.
Crockta started running.
"Bul'tarrrr!"
He sped up. He escaped the shells, sliced away at the monsters in his path and ran towards Abaddon and the magic cannons behind him. Explosions occurred on either side of him. Debris pierced his body, but he didn't care.
One orc rushed towards the center of the battlefield towards the enemy.
"Abaddonnnnnn!"
At the end of the fierce charge, Abaddon was present.
Their eyes met. There were no questions as Crockta's blade descended towards his head. Abaddon escaped, but a big wound was left on his side. Crockta pulled out his blade from where it was stuck in the ground.
"We meet again."
"It is regrettable."
“I wanted to eat your spicy noodles but…"
Crockta grinned. They first met at the abandoned temple in the swamp, where they were treated to Abaddon's noodles. Those were good times.
"What good will it do for the living or the dead?"
"Everyone will die someday. Death isn't the end. The ending…"
"You can stop speaking now."
Their swords swept at each other. Words were meaningless. The only thing left was to see which sword would break. They wanted to break the other person, rather than be broken.
Abaddon said, "This will soon be settled."
"What do you mean?"
“I don't know how you broke the barrier, but it would've been better if the barrier wasn't broken." Abaddon stepped back and replied. The power of the grey god flowed from his body. “When this is completed, everyone will be burned away."
Crockta saw it.
In the center of the installed cannons that were continuously firing the grey god's power, there was a huge cannon that was completely different from the others. It was an extremely big cannon with a long barrel. It was a monster-sized cannon that couldn't be seen in either Elder Lord or reality.
The core was filling up with the world's magic power. He could feel the power slowly condensing inside it. That attack wouldn't be similar to the flying shells. Crockta could instinctively feel it. There was a tremendous power inside it. Once that was complete…
The earth in front of the cannon would explode. The area would be destroyed.
"I won't let it!"
Crockta slashed at Abaddon. Abaddon's body as he stepped back. Crockta continued to attack. God Slayer shattered the air while Abaddon evaded his strikes in a strange manner. The moment that Abaddon stepped aside.
Crockta sped towards the cannon. He was thinking about ignoring Abaddon. However, Abaddon.appeared in front of him.
“What…!”
"Do you think I will let you pass?" Abaddon grinned. “You should continue conversing with me."
“Don't play games!"
Crockta attacked Abaddon again, trying to push him back towards the cannon. However, he was once again running towards Abaddon, as if the space had reversed.
“Shit!”
It felt like he was dealing with a ghost. The attacks didn't hit and his opponent was steering his path. Crockta stood in place. The demonic weapon was on the verge of completion. Pretty soon, all things in front of it would be burned away.
"There will be no pain. Once it is triggered, it will melt everything and nothing can survive."
Crockta didn't know if he should try to rally a last hurrah or to attempt to evacuate the area.
“There is no time to get away. Just accept it."
Crockta remembered the future that Antuak showed him. If Antuak wasn't present, they would've been stopped by the barrier and the world destroyed without even being able to do anything. So Crockta tried to grab the opportunity that was given.
However, he was once again helpless. The power of the grey god was so strong that the other gods were crushed, and the mortals couldn't overcome this power.
Crockta gritted his teeth.
As the barrel shook, lighted slowly to slowly fill the end. Magic power swirled around it. The gods and heroes would die. Crockta was no exception. Soon their lives would fall and the grey god would accomplish her will.
Despair filled his chest.
At that moment. The flapping of wings was heard. At first, he thought it was a bird's wings. But it was too big and loud. The atmosphere shook whenever these wings flapped.
Crockta raised his head. There was something huge and black in the sky. This was the first time he saw it. However, Crockta knew who it was.
Abaddon spoke in a trembling voice, “No, why would he…?"
A black dragon was flying in the sky. The first dragon he saw was graceful and beautiful. The most gifted creations by the gods. The dragon turned freely in the open sky, before stopping and watching the ground.
He slowly opened his mouth. He gathered strength.
Abaddon panicked. "Why would he attack us?"
The most powerful species on this world, dragons. This airborne species had the best weapon: their breath, which was now pouring out of the dragon's mouth.
TL: There will be no chapters tomorrow because it is my birthday.
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Current schedule: There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day.