Praise the Orc! Chapter 206:

Chapter 206 – War of the Gods (4)

The orcs crashed into the shields of the expedition army .  Once Crockta and Hoyt hit the front, the formation collapsed . They dug in .  As flesh was exposed, the soldiers beyond the shield were crushed like tofu under the two blades .

“Only this much!”

“Bul’tarrrr!”

The orc warriors followed them . The weapons of the orcs hit the armor of the soldiers . Some killed and others died . These actions were repeated time and time again .  The orcs that stood up in the end had brutal looks in their eyes .

“I’m going this way . ”

“I will take that way . ”

Hoyt and Crockta turned away from each other .  Crockta broke through the enemies like he was digging a cave .  God Slayer killed the enemies . The moment he was about to enter the interior and start a full-scale massacre .

“Crocktaaaaaaaaaa!” Someone charged .  “It has been a while!”

A blade flew towards him .  Crockta moved his greatsword and blocked the storm of swords . The face of the person wielding the blade was somehow familiar .

Crockta laughed, “Adandator . ”

Adandator was the genius of the empire who joined the expedition to kill Crockta .

“It has been a while . You came here?” Crockta asked .  

“I wanted to kill you . ”

“Do you have dentures?”

“What?”

Crockta pointed to his teeth .  “Last time, my fist knocked them out . Now they look fine, so are they false teeth?”

Adandator’s face turned red .  “This bastard…!”

“They are dentures . Whoa whoa, calm down . ”

“Die!”

The outraged Adandator carelessly wielded his sword .  When they first met during the duel, it was a tight match . Crockta had been on the defensive against Adandator’s attacks, which seemed unstoppable .  But now it was different .

Constant progress .  Crockta progressed every day .

He always fought by himself, so he had to grow on a daily basis . After he risked his life and won, he faced a stronger opponent and his life was in danger again . He faced the northern great chieftain and the empire alone .

He didn’t have a limit .

“Manage it well; it’ll be ugly if the colors are different . ”

“Uwaaaack!”

As Crockta touched on a sore spot, Adandator raged and wielded his sword .  An opponent who lost his composure in battle was easy .  There were too many loopholes in Adandator, as Crockta became immersed in his thoughts .

They once experienced some good times together .

‘That light, you will know what it is if you keep training . You were just afraid . ’

‘Nonsense…’

‘We are creatures who like using our fists and stumble when the temple is hit . Don’t choke . ’

‘Talking nonsense…’

Adandator was a cute kid who came to him after being defeated by the sword and wanting to learn from Crockta .  He was an enemy and a friend, but now he was once again an enemy on the battlefield . Crockta thought they wouldn’t see each other again, but Adandator came to kill him .

This might be the final destination of their relationship .

“Adandator!”

Crockta erased his thoughts and wielded God Slayer .  The greatsword attacked Adandator’s gaps .  At that moment, the world slowed down .  Crockta and Adandator’s eyes met in the realm of the Pinnacle .

Adandator gritted his teeth . His body accelerated . Acceleration and acceleration . However, it wasn’t enough to avoid Crockta’s blade that was already at the Pinnacle .  Crockta’s sword slid towards his body .

“……!”

Crockta’s attack was clean .  Then the speed of the world returned to normal .  The silence from the realm of the Pinnacle was broken . The noise of their battlefield entered their ears again .  Adandator looked up with stupefied eyes .

Crockta’s greatsword .  Instead of going through Adandator, it slashed his side .  Crockta had saved Adandator’s life .

“Hu…huhuhu . Hahahat . Hahahahat . ” Adandator laughed .

Now the gap between the two of them had become too wide .  He couldn’t understand it . How did Crockta become stronger so quickly? It was understandable that a talented person would develop rapidly when first holding the sword, but a miracle exceeding the limits in such a short amount of time went beyond common sense .

“How did you become so much stronger?” asked Adandator, dropping his sword . .

Crockta smiled and replied with a question, “You really don’t know?”

“Tell me . ”

“You came to kill me . It is impossible to lose with the vast army and the power of the gods . ”

“That’s right . ”

“If you want to be stronger, stand on a battlefield that you can’t win . ”

Adandator’s expression changed .

“Go to the battlefield that needs you, not your desired battlefield . Go to the place where the lament of the loser is scheduled, not the roar of the winner . Walk towards the guillotine instead of the laurel . Wield your sword until you fall . Do that . . ” Crockta grinned and said, “If you don’t die, you will become stronger . ”

Adandator closed his eyes .  He remembered the orc who stood alone against the great army of the empire .  And now, Crockta was fighting an impossible war against the gods .

“I hope to see you again . ” At the end of the speech, Crockta passed by Adandator .  Adandator slumped down . In the middle of the battlefield, he stared up at the sky .

“Aklan…”

The name of a colleague who walked a long way with him .  Then he laughed .

“What about you…?”

 

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Olympus, the residence of the gods .  There were as many gods as there were people’s beliefs, so no one knew exactly how many different gods existed . No one could say exactly who had a higher status .

But it was clear that the most dangerous one was the ‘war **** . ’ He was someone who great his strength in times of slaughter .  The scream of the battlefield was his breathing and the final ending was his heartbeat .

“God . ” Aklan grabbed his sword and shield .  “Victory . ”

Then the war **** responded .  A red energy blazed around Aklan’s body .  The power of the gods fell on the bodies of their believers and the air shook .  This was the real start .

“It might be elevated by a little propaganda, but everything is weak before the power of the gods . ”

The orcs’ momentum slowed after the meteor shower from the goddess of magic . Many orcs were killed in that blow . Their formations were broken as fires burned and the earth melted .  The **** of light was still blessing them in the sky . The goddess of mercy might be busy with a female orc, but her healing power raised the expedition army .

In addition, countless gods participated in this fight and were helping the expedition .  The orcs’ assault was simply a last hurrah to escape from that **** .

“Please do your part . ”

Suddenly, he looked at an orc warrior walking towards him .  Aklan smiled .

“This…”

A steel helmet . A giant greatsword . The belt that looked like a demon . Full body tattoos .  A heinous face .

“I’ll kill you . ”

The orc locked eyes with Aklan . The orc laughed . Aklan raised his sword .  It was the first time the two of them met, but as soon as their eyes cross, they knew .  Today, one of the two would die .

“Kuaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Aklan roared . At that moment, a red light surrounded his eyes .  The descent of a **** .  The war **** .

At the same time, the paladins and priests standing with Aklan ran towards the periphery . Their goal was to help the other gods and destroy the orcs .  The movements containing the power of the gods broke the rhythm of the battlefield and inspired a new wind .

Amongst all of this, Crockta didn’t take his eyes off Aklan .

“Crockta…grey god…”

But the voice didn’t belong to Aklan .  It was a voice that was as rough as iron .  This was the war **** .

“Die . ”

At that moment, Crockta was able to see the war **** approaching him . However, his body couldn’t move .

Fast, strong .

Crockta only managed to grab God Slayer by the time the opponent had crossed half the distance to him .  Once the war **** reached him and attacked, Crockta had barely lifted his greatsword .  As soon as his sword cut Crockta’s chest, Crockta’s greatsword moved through the air .

“Keheok!”

Blood splattered as he fought back, but the war **** was already far away .  The war **** held the shield and sword in front of him, revealing only the flashing eyes under the helmet .  His eyes glowed red .

“You can’t win . I am the war **** . The **** of invincibility . ”

Crockta laughed as he glanced at the wound on his chest .  He looked around .  All the gods were exerting their strength . The orcs resisted but were gradually crumbling . The flames swallowing the battlefield were burning at a higher temperature .

He might not win .  However, his mind had already pushed such concerns far behind him . He was Crockta, the ‘Northern Conqueror and Empire’s Deficit . ’ Winning or losing, living or dying, they weren’t his domain .

His body, the greatsword, and ‘Bul’tar’ that was always burning within him .  That was his way .

“Did you say the **** of war?” Crockta placed the greatsword on his shoulder and grinned .  “You might cause the war, but I will end it . ”

At first glance, he seemed to be standing casually but his body was continuing to accelerate . He stared closely at the enemy’s face .  The outline of his blazing fire, the traces of dust floating in the sky, they all grabbed his senses .

He could see everything .  On this battlefield of life and death, lives were continually blinking out .  Numerous deaths circled around him . The overwhelming net of causality whispered of his death .

“Good . ”

It was suitable .  This was just the right amount of tension .  Crockta met the eyes of the war **** .  At that moment, the two blades hit each other .

“Bul’tarrrrrrrr──────!”

Crockta’s battle cry was filled with physical strength .  The earth shook .  Crockta wielded his greatsword at the war **** several times .  Either the shield of the war **** or his sword blocked Crockta’s attack .

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaaaang!

A loud sound was emitted with each hit .  Every time they collided, the body of the war **** shook like there was an electric shock running through his body .

Kuaaaaang!

The shield was distorted .

Kuaaaaang!

The war **** was pushed down towards the ground .

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!

His feet were buried in the ground .

“Garbage orc──────!”

The war **** swung his sword angrily; however, due to the strength in Crockta’s sword, his reaction was one beat too late, causing a gap to appear .  Crockta grinned and said, “Settle down . ”

Then he used all his strength and brandished the greatsword again .