Praise the Orc! Chapter 221:
Chapter 221 – A Road has No Gate (4)
There had been war since ancient times . It all began when the stars died .
As the star **** returned to the void, the grey **** watched over all deaths as she received the heritage of the star **** . As a result, the grey **** witnessed the end of the universe . The lights in the universe were turned off and the world sank into darkness, returning to a space with no time .
That was their last appearance . They were the last civilization left in this lonely universe . Even the last sun was going to die out .
The grey **** fell into despair . There was a chance . Through the legacy of the star god, she realized that there was a great magic that could reverse the fate of the universe and return it to the beginning . But there wasn’t much time left and the sun continued to fall .
She tried to reverse the fate of the world, before the sun’s power was exhausted . The gods resisted . Thus, the grey **** and the species of death collided against the gods of Olympus . It was a fierce fight .
And he was there: Gushantimur, the most powerful dragon . Following their own beliefs, the dragons stood on both sides of the argument, with Gushantimur being one that followed the grey **** .
He was the last dragon who bit the gods by her side, until the grey **** was defeated and thrown into another dimension . Due to his mighty power, he could keep himself fully awake, even though the other dragons were killed or in hibernation .
After the grey **** was thrown into another dimension, Gushantimur was left alone to contemplate the world . He became a hermit of the Black Forest .
“She is back . ”
Gushantimur set up a castle and reached out to those who needed help . They were mainstream people of the world, such as humans, elves, and dwarves, as well as those treated like monsters: the goblins, ogres, trolls, etc . Gushantimur shared the feelings of the weak and the small .
It was just a moment in comparison to the time he had lived . However . These short moments were never in vain . They were raw but strong students . Their minutes and seconds shone so brightly compared to those who lived for a long time .
“Do I really want to see the end…”
The grey **** aimed to save the universe from its fate and reconnect the cycle of life . He looked at the sun and sighed . Now he didn’t know what was heavier or more important .
Gushantimur closed his eyes . The wind blew through his hair . His disciples felt the aura of the grey **** and looked towards the north . His always loud lair was locked in silence .
There was a sad smile on his face as he remembered the grey **** .
‘The world will be saved from destruction . ’
No one could see the world like the grey **** . Therefore, no one could truly understand her despair .
‘I won’t let the universe cool down forever . ’
The universe was nearing its end and all she saw was death . She saw the darkness in the morning sun and felt hopeless over the eternal void . It was a terrible sinking worse than death .
A north wind blew . Gushantimur kept his eyes closed . He couldn’t figure out what to do .
Suddenly, he remembered a warrior . The warrior was someone who caused miracles everywhere they went . A warrior who accomplished things that seemed impossible . He cut the neck of the great chieftain who was possessed by the Tribulation, faced the great empire alone and defeated a **** . Now he was going against the grey **** to save the world . One of the greatest fighters of this era .
Crockta . While their time together was short, he was someone who couldn’t be forgotten . A tough face that always smiled mischievously . The one who wielded a huge greatsword . Someone who rushed recklessly and didn’t know how to retreat .
What was the reason for fighting like that? How could he do so?
“I…”
Someone called out to him, “Master!”
He looked back to see a weak guy that just entered, an innocent kobold . He was the kobold shooter Komojak, and his idol was the goblin Kiao . He entered the Black Forest and begged to be his disciple .
“I will shoot a bow today!”
A straw doll was shaking in front of him . His accuracy wasn’t that great but there was pleasure on the kobold’s face .
“I will shoot this twice tomorrow keong keong! Please train me tomorrow keong!”
He said with a bright smile .
Tomorrow .
Gushantimur looked at him blankly . The kobold didn’t know anything . Even though the countdown to the end of the world was going on, he was laughing and talking about tomorrow . Gushantimur looked around . Numerous disciples were looking at him . Unknown emotions were in their eyes .
“Tomorrow . ”
If tomorrow came like the kobold said . It wouldn’t stop tomorrow, there would be many more tomorrows . Gushantimur and all his disciples would enjoy tomorrow and the rest of their lives . The sun would go down and rise again . Thus, they would live another day . Every day, every minute .
That’s right . He already knew .
Gushantimur spoke in a soft voice, “Two times isn’t enough . ”
“Keong?”
“You will have to shoot it three times, not two . Can you do it?”
The kobold looked awkward .
“T-Three keong…”
He scratched his head and avoided Gushantimur’s eyes . He looked at the straw dolls and the wounds on his hands, before nodding at Gushantimur .
“T-Three times is too much keong…but, let’s try it keong…”
“Yes . ”
Gushantimur turned to the other disciples . Everyone was staring at him . He spoke again, “Tomorrow, I want to see how everyone has improved . It will be a harsh day . Is everyone prepared?”
Their eyes widened . The disciples looked at each other and nodded .
Gushantimur smiled .
“Yes . ”
His body floated in the air . Gushantimur’s body, which was in the form of a young man, started to slowly change . Black scales sprouted on his body . His body extended . Wings spread out from his back and the irises of a beast appeared in his eyes .
Now he was as big as the castle . His body was huge enough to cast shade on his entire body . Beautiful scales and broad wings . The mightiest species, a dragon . His true appearance was revealed . The kobold stared at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth . Even his original disciples had never seen Gushantimur like this .
After returning to the form of a black dragon, Gushantimur whispered . His voice was as soft as always .
‘Rest early today and prepare for tomorrow . ’
One disciple asked aloud, “Master, where are you going?”
‘I…’ Gushantimur used his wings to turn his body . ‘I am also preparing for tomorrow . ’
He flew towards the Temple of the Fallen God .
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Kurwarwarwarwa!
The black dragon’s breath poured towards the giant cannon . Crockta and Abaddon rolled to avoid the aftermath .
Kurwarwarwarwa!
The world was filled with a ringing sound . The breath melted everything . The breath swallowed everything, leaving behind a huge hole . It was like lava flowed over the ground . In the place where the ancient weapon was, only a smoking hole remained .
Crockta stared blankly at the sky . It was the first time he saw a black dragon . However, he knew the identity of the dragon .
“Gushantimur──────!”
He appeared to neutralize the enemy’s weapon . Crockta smiled . It was an unexpected salvation .
He asked, “Did you have a connection with Gushantimur?”
Abaddon spoke in a dismal voice, “As far as I know, he…he was a great friend who fought with us in the past . Why is he stopping us now?”
“Kulkul, the Gushantimur that I know is different . ”
He didn’t know what Gushantimur was like in the past . But the Gushantimur that he knew in the Black Forest wasn’t someone who would follow the grey **** . Magic power stretched around Gushantimur’s body in the air . According to his will, dozens of spheres dropped towards the magic cannons .
“Kuok…!”
Abaddon extended his power to try and stop Gushantimur’s attack, but Crockta struck quickly with God Slayer aimed at the demon .
“Hat!”
Abaddon barely avoided the attack as one of his arms was cut, flames springing from the wound .
“Kuaaaaak!”
Abaddon tried to stop the flames from God Slayer, but it didn’t work . He fell helplessly to the ground . In the meantime, all of the magic cannons were destroyed by Gushantimur . Once the bombardment ceased, the gods advanced and destroyed the monsters .
Abaddon panicked . “An unidentified shaman at the beginning and now the ancient black dragon, Gushantimur . ”
Things Abaddon thought would never be broken through were destroyed . It was by third beings that they didn’t anticipate .
‘The heavens are helping me . ” Crockta said .
“The heavens… hahaha, the heavens . Because of the heavens…” Abaddon laughed .
It sounded like something from a black comedy . Crockta also laughed .
Abaddon laughed for a while before saying, “Kill me . I can’t fight anymore . ”
The last fire from God Slayer was still eating at his body . The flames rose from his arm to his shoulder, slowly burning his body .
Crockta shook his head . “I don’t intend to kill you . ”
“If you don’t kill me now, I will recover and hit your back . ”
“If you are able to do so . ”
“Why are you sparing me?”
Crockta looked down at him and said, “I still need you . ”
“Need me…?”
“You treated me to a wonderful dish . I can’t forget that taste . ”
“……”
“I want to eat your spicy dishes again . So next time…” Crockta grinned at Abaddon . “Let’s meet at the table . ”
Then he moved towards the Temple of the Fallen God .
Abaddon stared blankly after him . “Next time…”
Abaddon smiled at the words . Somehow, he felt carefree . Maybe he secretly hoped for this conclusion . Avoiding death was the instinct of all living things . The gods were approaching . Abaddon moved away from the front lines to avoid them . He watched as the gods and mortals followed Crockta .
“Do you like spicy food?” Abaddon suddenly asked .
Gushantimur was standing next to him in human form . A weary face . It was difficult for him to use that degree of breath .
Gushantimur replied, “I don’t like nor dislike it . ”
“Is that so?” Abaddon said . “If there really is a next time…I will make the spicy flavor for you . My spicy noodles are great, even Crockta’s acknowledged it . ”
“I see . I look forward to it . Sincerely . ”
“Hahaha, I’m serious…”
Above their heads, the white sphere created by the grey **** floated . Now fate had left their hands . The ending was something that not even the gods could know .
The battle for the world’s fate ran without pause towards the end .