Praise the Orc! Chapter 211:
Chapter 211 – Last Stand (1)
There was a loud bang every time the shield and greatsword met . In the meantime, the war **** stabbed at him . There was a slight gap in his defense as the shield and greatsword hit each other . It was simple for the war **** to squeeze his sword through the gap .
Kwaaaaang!
The greatsword descended, causing the war **** to hold up his shield and sword again . It was the sword of the war god, who had waged many wars . It cut Crockta’s neck . Blood was scattered . Crockta flexed his body and moved God Slayer . There was a blast of wind .
Crockta turned his head . Crunch, there was the sound of bone breaking . Crockta extracted himself and got back into position . It was a small thing that the audience couldn’t see properly .
The two of them stared at each other before moving again . The war **** and Crockta disappeared, leaving only the explosive sound of weapons colliding and after images .
Hwaruruk!
The sword and shield hit, causing flames to break out . The flames from God Slayer struck the body of the war **** and filled the Colosseum . The flames encountered an invisible wall and faded . Such a phenomenon was repeated every time the two people exchanged attacks .
The body of the war **** was burned by the fire . The battlefield was filled with flames of the sun **** and the war **** .
The fierce battle continued .
Crockta grabbed the shield and struck at the war god’s sword . Then he kicked the staggering body of the war **** . The war **** was pushed back before fixing his posture . Crockta wielded his greatsword again . It hit the shield . The war **** lost his shield .
Once the shield covering his body was gone, he was full of gaps . He could stab anywhere he wanted . Crockta wielded God Slayer . The blade tore through the air and headed towards the war **** . Two flames burst out at the same time .
The two people were engulfed by the flames and became less visible .
At that moment . The world stopped .
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The sound of footsteps was heard in the silence .
Thump, thump, thump .
The war **** was walking through the still world . It was an extreme acceleration that changed the concept of the Pinnacle . An unknown terrain that couldn’t be called the Pinnacle . He walked forward and looked at Crockta .
The orc’s hands grasped his greatsword, wielding it with his entire body . In a world where everything was static, Crockta moved . Slowly, slowly, the sword moved so slowly it seemed like it would take a day to move forward .
It seemed like he would cut the war **** at any moment . However, the war **** jumped out before the blade touched . He jumped out of the world of the Pinnacle, expanding the moment into eternity and becoming the master of time .
It was such an absolute acceleration that Crockta couldn’t understand what happened . This force would behead Crockta .
“Phew . ”
There was no strength in his hands . To exert such a power, the war **** overloaded his body . In addition, the gods were distributing their power to maintain this world . Thanks to that, the orcs could fight against the countless gods .
The war **** lifted his sword and recalled the past: a disastrous fight where numerous gods had died .
He then realized that sympathy and compassion were feelings that shouldn’t be allowed . They were gods and had to maintain the order of this world . If they allowed any gaps in order due to emotion, the ravenous wolves would pounce and the world would collapse .
‘I’m sorry . But I have to do it . ’
The grey **** had whispered to him as she wriggled on the ground . The world was collapsing . If the other gods didn’t risk their lives, the world would’ve perished at the hands of the grey **** . Therefore, he would kill this warrior and destroy the orcs . At a minimum, he would take away their power so they couldn’t fight as the grey god’s servants .
Perhaps they really didn’t have a relationship with the grey **** .
“It can’t be helped . ”
It was better to not take any chances and give her room for her to return . He would make certain to eliminate all uncertainties, even if it meant genocide of an entire species .
He looked at Crockta . A great warrior . Based on Crockta’s deeds, he truly was a great warrior . However, this guy had the scent of the grey **** on him . He was associated with her . The scent of ashes was unforgettable .
“Great warrior . ”
The types of warriors most favored by the war god, those with the willingness to die in order to complete one’s ambition . The greater the will, the greater the strength, and the greater the fight would be .
That was war . He had been present throughout history . What a waste .
“Great warriors will eventually die on the battlefield . ”
It was regrettable if the grey **** was just taking advantage of Crockta . Mortals caught in the circumstances of the gods always died tragically . Therefore, the war **** would end him directly . That was the best honor he could give him .
“I am alive . ”
His blade descended . The poor orc warrior who believed he had cut a **** . The great warrior would experience death during his triumphant moment .
“……!”
The moment his blade was about to reach Crockta’s neck…
Crockta’s eyes stared back at the war **** .
***
He wielded God Slayer towards the body of the war **** who lost his shield . The war **** had a confused expression .
Crockta cut off all possibilities by exerting the power of causality in the Hero realm . All possibilities converged towards the war god’s death . Therefore, this blow would undoubtedly split the war **** apart .
God Slayer slowly moved towards the body of the war **** . Above all, this was the fastest realm . A realm of transcendence that replaced all possibilities with his own will . There, the enemy was waiting for his blade .
A strong feeling of victory passed through him . But at that moment . Crockta suddenly saw something . Darkness started to descend from the top of his eyelids . It slowly invaded from outside his field of view until everything became dark .
It was dark . Crockta was aware that it was death . He struggled to control his body, but he couldn’t control the power of this realm . Crockta’s blade converged towards the enemy, and this would lead to his own death .
Causality was running amok . The world reversed . Right and wrong in the world became scrambled . In it, only one thing was clear .
Death .
It was something no mortal could avoid . Crockta realized it . His sword wouldn’t reach the war **** . The enemy was a **** who watched the world through numerous wars . Crockta believed that he could beat the war god, but that wasn’t the case .
Death was approaching .
‘Are you alive?’
Someone asked . He didn’t know whose voice it was . No, it wasn’t a sound . It was something beyond his five senses, from his soul .
‘Honor . ’
The voice stopped . His vision was now completely dark . But Crockta suddenly found something . It was beating with a slow tempo .
A line . It was a color that was hard to describe . The color of a faraway world that he had never seen . That line was penetrating the world . It penetrated the spot where he boiled coffee as Ian on Earth, or when Crockta was chatting with his colleagues .
It maintained its slow pulsing even when the world was accelerated to the extreme in the realm of the Pinnacle . Despite being in the domain of transcendence where the laws of the world were tangled, the line kept its constant state and connected the worlds .
Past and present were on the line, and even the future was dancing on the line . What was that line? In addition, the color as well . Why was it so radiant? Crockta realized that the line was penetrating everything, even himself . A slow beating sound was heard .
Duguen .
Duguen .
A brilliant color that didn’t need light . The color shone brightly in the darkness, disturbing Crockta’s eyes .
Duguen .
Duguen .
The line slowly tilted . The world tilted . He was in Elder Lord as well as watching the landscape of the Hero realm . He saw the reality of death coming down as a black curtain . The past was zooming by . The potential futures appeared in front of his eyes .
Escaping from the world of death, death and death . There was one rotation and he returned . It was to the present day .
‘Hey Apprentice . ’ A familiar voice was heard in Crockta’s head . ‘Where are you looking? Warriors never take their eyes off the enemy . ’
He grabbed Crockta’s hair and slowly turned his head . Crockta had no strength as his head turned .
‘Remember it carefully . ’
There . The blade heading towards him and the face of the war **** looking down on him .
***
The blade sliced Crockta . Blood splattered . Crockta twisted and avoided the attack, but the blade still sliced his face . A part of the helmet was split and a stab wound occurred on Crockta’s face .
At the same time, God Slayer struck the war god’s chest . Flames and blood appeared on both sides .
“Why?”
The war **** was shocked by this situation . He healed the wound on his chest and withdrew . Crockta also wiped out the blood flowing down his face . Crockta laughed at the war **** through the broken helmet . He didn’t care about the wound on his face .
“This is one more medal of honor . ”
“How did you avoid it?”
They were still in the domain of the Pinnacle . In this still world, the two of them faced each other .
“How can a mortal accelerate up to that point? This is the ultimate realm . ”
“Let’s see…” Crockta shrugged .
He had seen death . Then he saw something in there . It was something he only witnessed when he fought Adandator . That was when he was alone against the empire . Today, it saved him again .
A line of indescribable color that beat slowly . Crockta could still see it .
“Let’s talk about it after the fight . ”
Slowly, the world returned . The stationary world started to turn again . The last thing that audience saw was Crockta getting rid of the war god’s shield and pointing the greatsword towards him . Even the gods couldn’t properly recognize what had happened .
Something flashed and they were both standing separate again . There was a wound on Crockta’s face and one on the war god’s chest . Setting aside winning and losing, the fight alone made people feel awe .
Outside of the Colosseum, someone was watching the fight from beside Hoyt . It was Tashaquil who summoned the demons to massacre the expedition troops .
Hoyt nodded lightly at him, “Are you okay?”
“It has been a long time since I’ve used such magic, so I’m just tired . However…I have to acknowledge it now . ”
“What?”
“That Crockta . ” Tashaquil grinned . “That silly apprentice is now the strongest warrior of this era . ”
Hoyt nodded . Not just them, but all the orcs and beings here felt it . Crockta was the only one capable of fighting against the war god, no one else .
“What will happen if Crockta is defeated?”
“Maybe the orcs will be trapped in an underground purgatory, under the surveillance of the gods . It will be in a place where the grey **** can’t reach . The gods will resist the collapse of the world and kill us all . ”
“Can he win?”
“I don’t know and the gods don’t know . Just…”
Crockta and the war **** raised their weapons again . This was now a battle filled with damage, as blood and fire flashed every time there was an attack . Increasingly deadly blows were being exchanged .
Tashaquil continued speaking, “A pleasant wind is blowing . ”