Praise the Orc! Chapter 206-208

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…?"

***

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 god.' 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 god 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 god 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 hell.

“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 god. The war god.

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 god.

"Die."

At that moment, Crockta was able to see the war god 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 god 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 god was already far away. The war god 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 god. The god 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 god 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 god. 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 god several times. Either the shield of the war god 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 god shook like there was an electric shock running through his body.

Kuaaaaang!

The shield was distorted.

Kuaaaaang!

The war god was pushed down towards the ground.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!

His feet were buried in the ground.

"Garbage orc──────!"

The war god 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.

Praise the Orc: 

Current schedule: There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day.

Chapter 207 – War of the Gods (5)

“Isn't it better to go there?"

"I will only interfere if I go."

A bandaged man was lying down in the room.

“The scale is different.”

Then the person sitting next to him spoke while cutting an apple. They were watching the war coverage of Elder Lord on the screen. The screen showed light, flames and disturbing sights. It was filled with deaths and slaughter.

The screen was focused on an orc. The esteemed warrior, Crockta.

“But you…” The man lying in the room scratched his head and asked. “Is it okay for you to come here every day?"

"It's fine." The apple cutter shook their head. "I don't have any schedule. Why? Do you dislike my presence?"

“That's not it…"

The atmosphere was awkward. There was only the sound of fighting from the screen and the apple being cut. At that moment, the door opened and visitors appeared.

"Hey! Shin Jahu! What are you doing?"

“Exemplary citizen! I can't match you!"

“Jahu Jahu…eh?"

They hesitated. They were coworkers at Shin Jahu's Chinese restaurant. As soon as they entered the room, they found someone quietly sitting beside Shin Jahu while cutting apples.

Black hair flowed down to the neck. It was in contrast to the pure white skin. Long eyelashes and beautiful double-lidded eyes were revealed when the beauty turned towards the visitors. A beautiful woman they were seeing for the first time was sitting next to Shin Jahu.

"W-Who…?"

"Girlfri…end…?"

They were tough men who did heavy work in the kitchen, but they became mild sheep in front of this beauty. They couldn't even meet the eyes of the unidentified beauty.

"That…"

"Uh…"

Shin Jahu stared at them and asked, “Uh, you came?"

“Yes, it has been a while…um…"

The beauty seemed to sense the awkward atmosphere, setting the apples on the table and standing up. "I'll be going now."

“Yes…”

“I have to go. Everybody, please have a pleasant conversation. “

The beauty left with a faint smile, leaving a sweet fragrance behind. As soon as the door closed behind her, Shin Jahu's colleagues quickly fired off questions.

“Who is that, who? Who is it? Quickly!"

"Hey! This bastard was hiding everything!"

"Girlfriend? Girlfriend? If she has any relatives, introduce me…”

Shin Jahu sighed, "That's not it…"

"What isn't? Why did she come to your hospital room and cut apples?"

Instead of answering, Shin Jahu changed the channel with the remote control. The war video of Elder Lord changed to a music program. Well-dressed idols were dancing and singing.

"What are you doing all of a sudde…"

Their faces stiffened as they saw the beauty that they just saw in the room dancing and smiling on screen. Idol. It was the identity of the beauty who was just here.

“You, you are hanging out with a celebrity?"

"What is going on…?"

Shin Jahu stretched out his finger and pointed to the bottom of the screen. His co-workers followed his hand and fell silent. In front of the strange group name, the tag 'bishonen group' was attached. It wasn't a girl group but a bishonen group. (TL: pretty boy)

"……"

"Uh…"

"Hrmm…"

The room became quiet. Shin Jahu changed the channel again. Footage of Elder Lord. Crockta was swinging his sword at a man. According to the commentator's noisy explanation, the opponent was the war god.

Crockta and the war god, two big figures were confronting each other. Every time they exchanged blows, the battlefield shook.

"……"

"……"

On the other hand, the room was still calm. Shin Jahu broke the silence and shouted, “Hooray Crockta!"

The idol youth was a friend Shin Jahu had met through 'He's an Orc, yet still Praiseworthy.' After Shin Jahu got into the accident and was unable to access Elder Lord for a while, he had written the address of the hospital he was in.

Then 'he' came. Him… the idol.

“Crockta, beat him!" As Crockta's greatsword descended towards the war god, Shin Jahu raised his hand again. "Hooray Croc…cough!"

Who knew? Gilgamesh was an idol. A beautiful young idol! He came to Shin Jahu's room every day, and as time went by, Shin Jahu couldn't focus on Crockta's video. He couldn't get immersed in the dangerous fighting.

Why?

Shin Jahu closed his eyes. Suddenly, he recalled a phrase from the Korean classic 'A Bittersweet Life', which he enjoyed.

「On a clear spring day, the disciple gazed at the tree branches moving in the wind and asked,

"Master, is the branch moving or is it the wind moving the branch?

The master looked at where the disciple was pointing and smiled.

"It isn't the wind or branches moving, but your heart."」

Shin Jahu shook his head and glanced towards Crockta. Crockta's greatsword hit the war god several times. The feet of the war god dug into the ground. An enormous strength. The fight became rougher.

Shin Jahu shouted desperately, "Crockta, fighting!"

***

Tiyo avoided the enemy's attack and silenced the enemy with rapid shots.

“Today is going to hurt a little dot!”

Tiyo's General wasn't meant for killing. Instead of killing the enemies, it played a secondary role in stopping the enemy using temporary electric shock, paralysis, and numbness. But today was different.

"I warned you in advance dot," Tiyo muttered as he looked at the fallen enemies. Now General's output was at its peak. Tiyo would bring death.

“They are appearing with no end!"

Nevertheless, the opponents continued to come. Rather than fearing his attack, they felt anger towards the little gnome. It was a misjudgment.

"More than this…"

Tiyo gripped General tighter. At the same time, the shape of General started to change. The rifle shortened and the number of muzzles multiplied. Two became four; four became eight. It was no longer a gun.

It was Vulcan. Vulcan started to spin fiercely in Tiyo's hands. He would give the greatest mercy to those who were running towards him. A quick death with no pain!

"Aaaaaaah!"

Magic bullets were fired from General. They bombarded the running expedition troops without mercy. Every hit caused the expedition soldiers' bodies to shake, as if they received an electric shock.

Thousands, tens of thousands of such attacks! General's output was overloaded and Tiyo was tired, but he kept aiming General at the enemy. Vulcan's spinning didn't stop. Then General's rotation soon stopped.

No one was standing in front of him. All the enemies were crumpled on the ground. They occasionally twitched, but Tiyo switched General to shotgun mode and killed them. However, more expedition members soon rushed over those slain by Tiyo. They had the power of the gods and felt no fear. Everyone was a puppet.

Tiyo's mouth twisted. It was an expression of disdain.

"I can't trust the gods who are controlling them this way dot."

More and more enemies were approaching him.

"Tiyo! Please step aside!"

“Leave it to us!”

Orc warriors rushed to Tiyo's side.

“I'm fine dot…" Tiyo shook his head. “That friend will act dot."

The orcs turned their heads. There was a dark-skinned elf with his ears cut off. He hadn't shown his strength once on the battlefield. Therefore, the expedition members felt no sense of crisis from him. What type of strength did this slender dark elf have?

"Hoo…I didn't want to do this."

Anor closed his eyes. Dark energy boiled around his body. His power swelled before entering the ground. That power spread through the battlefield. It was like a plague spreading through the earth. Corpses were infected by that power and twitched.

The dead. They started to wake up.

“W-What is this?”

"Kwaaaack!"

“Corpses are rising! Blessings, the blessings!"

The expedition troops panicked despite the power of the gods. Their dead comrades and dead orcs rose again, grabbing their ankles. The dead sought life, looking for the bodies of the living.

“Bite! They're biting!"

“Kuaaaak!”

Weapons were used to cut them down, but the dead kept on biting. The expedition, that had been scared by the demons called by the joint actions of Zankus and Tashaquil, once again were frightened by the strange beings that appeared. Even the blessings of the gods couldn't overcome their fundamental fears.

“Using such a dirty power!"

The face of the old man floating in the sky distorted. His rays of light aimed at the expedition members as well as the undead. Once the divine light reached them, the undead instantly fell down.

“Darkness can't beat light!"

The old man shouted loudly before scattering the light again. There was a moment of confusion, but all the undead eventually returned to the soil. But at that moment. His vision turned dark. The face of the old man distorted.

"Who?"

Who was it?

"Tashaquil?"

Someone had the power to isolate him in another dimension. An answer came from below.

'Not Tashaquil…'

He lowered his gaze. At that moment, he flinched. There was a deep darkness below him. How deep it was and how dark, no one knew. The infinite abyss. In it, the sound of wicked laughter could be heard.

'Kuhul…hul!'

***

The god of light, the sun dying, the demons appearing, the meteors falling and the dead waking up to bite the living. Flames that didn't stop swallowing people, while immortals and mortals mixed on the earth. It was an unbelievable battlefield.

But the most intense battle here was between two swords.

"Garbage orc──────!"

The war god tried to counterattack, but was one beat too late. A gap appeared. 

Crockta grinned, “Calm down.”

Fine cracks appeared on the sword and shield, while God Slayer descended towards the war god's helmet.

Kuaaaaaaang!

There was a blast. As God Slayer struck the war god as searing hot flames appeared as part of the power of the weapon created using the last fire from the temple of the sun god. Crockta retreated after the fire appeared.

"……"

He had clearly felt the war god being cut. But the fight wasn't over yet. He could feel it instinctively.

"You are good."

The war god walked out from the flames. His helmet had flown off and his flesh was split vertically from the crown to the abdomen. However, flames burned on the cut instead of blood. The fires of war.

Aklan had died from the blow, but the war god had tied the broken body together using the fires of war. The body was dead, but it continued to fight under the control of the war god.

"Crockta."

The body of the angry war god burned even hotter. Now he looked like a fireball in the shape of a human. A brilliant light flashed in his eyes.

"I acknowledge you."

At that moment, something flew towards the war god. It was an arrow. The war god lifted his hand and snatched it. Then he broke it.

“You and I. One of us must die."

He reached a hand towards the sky. An unknown power started to wrap around him and Crockta. The expedition members and orcs around them were pushed back. It was an intangible power that turned this area off-limits. The power of the god of war.

The Colosseum. Now no one, not even a god, could intervene in this fight. Everyone in the world was the audience.

Crockta grinned, “This is an interesting ability.”

No one could interfere. Only the inevitable sword and sword confrontation remained. In this intangible prison, the two of them couldn’t leave until one of them died.

“In short, can I kill you?"

"You understand it well."

Crockta and the war god looked at each other. The war god's expression was blurred from the flames, but Crockta could tell that he was smiling.

“If it wasn't for the grey god, I would've made you my apostle."

"As you like. I would like to follow a guy like you.”

“Mortal. Don't think of this as an honorable fight." The war god lifted his sword and shield and said, “You are fighting to protect your people."

"That's right."

"We…" At that moment, the war god seemed somehow tired. His body seemed to shake for a moment, as if the sword and shield were heavy burdens. He continued speaking, "We are fighting to protect this world."

The war god tightened his grip on the sword and shield before charging forward explosively. Crockta wanted to ask what his words meant, but he needed to stop the shield. His sword hit the shield. Sparks flew. It was a tremendous pressure.

"Kuaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Bul'tarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

The two opponents pointed their swords towards each other. Blood splattered.

Praise the Orc: 

Current schedule: There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day.

Chapter 208 – War of the Gods (6)

The Colosseum.

It was the power of the war god that pushed a designated opponent into an intangible prison. The prison wouldn't disappear until one of them died. In this intangible prison, Crockta and the war god were in a frenzy.

The clash between the two was now at the level of a cannon. The Colosseum meant that the aftermath didn't spread out beyond the intangible wall, but the fight between the two affected morale. The situation changed depending on who was superior between the two.

When Crockta took the offensive, the orcs slaughtered the gods and the expedition troops. When the war god had the advantage, the power of the expedition members rose and he killed the orcs.

The war with deaths and killing continued.

“If the current situation continues, we will be destroyed." Hoyt muttered as he smashed the bones of a knight in front of him.

Miracles difficult to see were happening in succession. This was truly the battlefield of the gods. Even now, the dead were rising and blindly attacking the expedition forces.

However, the number of expedition troops was still more than the orcs, and they were being assisted by the gods. The gods, who he saw for the very first time, were strong and the expedition had swords and magic. The morale of the orcs gradually declined.

Hoyt smashed the chest of the soldiers running towards him.

“Why are the gods doing this?"

At that moment, someone appeared before Hoyt. It was an unidentified person wearing a robe.

“This is due to the grey god."

Hoyt reflexively raised his hammer, but he didn't feel any hostility from the man. He asked instead of attacking, “What do we have to do with the grey god?"

"She came back and the power of death was detected. Is there really no relationship between you and the grey god?"

"The grey god, that's such bullshit."

"Is it a smokescreen, or are you serious? If you are really serious, then are you her puppet without even knowing?"

“Huh, you don't even know properly yet you are trying to get rid of us!"

“It doesn't matter if it is a premature guess." He smiled faintly as the mouth revealed under the hood curved upwards into a smirk. "The gods don't want to leave any possibility that the grey god can be resurrected. They don't care if innocent deaths occur in the process."

Hoyt's mouth distorted, "I have a rough idea. They think we have a relationship with the grey god and started this war?"

"That's right."

“I don't care about the grey god and I don't know why they think we have a relationship with that god."

Hoyt emitted killing intent.

“I have no intention of participating in the play of the gods."

Then he tried to rush forward. At that moment, the robed man lifted his hands.

"Slow down, I'm not a god."

"Then?"

“I am just a bystander."

“I don't understand your words."

“It is better for you not to know." He stepped back and said. “The day that you understand, it will be the end."

The expedition army was approaching. They hesitated because they didn't know the identity of the man. Therefore, they surrounded Hoyt and the man at the same time. One of them was a powerful warrior, and the other had an unknown power.

A soldier shouted, “Are you a friend or an enemy?"

“Friend or foe…" The man laughed. "Maybe that is causing the problem."

When the man didn't answer, the soldiers exchanged looks and one of them sprang forward. The man's robe was pierced by a spear.

"Die…!"

But that only lasted for a moment. The man ended up behind the soldier and cut the soldier's neck. A huge attack! The soldiers fell and scattered blood everywhere. A believer among the soldiers responded immediately. A divine power emerged from his body.

However, the man seemed fine as he avoided the attack and stood beside Hoyt. Then he whispered to Hoyt, “I will watch this fight to the end. Hopefully, you can win. The gods aren't well."

"They aren't well?"

“Aren't the gods weaker than you think? Enough for you to hold on?"

“Their power…"

"It shouldn't be just this much."

The opponents were all the gods of the world. They organized an expedition to invade the orcs, but they couldn't easily win. The power of the gods was limited and the power of the orcs was incredibly strong. A long battle didn't match the gods' expectations.

“The gods are fighting for themselves. Everyone believes that they are right and that the result will be judged by the world."

“Who are you?"

“You asked me that twice already. As I said before, I…" The man looked at the expedition members surrounding him and said to Hoyt. “I'm no one's friend or enemy, just a bystander."

The expedition members exchanged looks and attacked Hoyt and the strong man. The man didn't stay here and ran away from this place. He disappeared somewhere into the battlefield. He was like the wind. 

Hoyt watched his back while holding his hammer.

"The gods and the grey god…"

He didn't know the man's identity, but he had some idea of why this fight started. In the end, they were dragged into the matter of the gods.

“Don’t make me laugh.”

Hoyt wielded his hammer. The heads of the expedition members were smashed all at once, with blood and brain matter scattering. Hoyt looked at the scene and snorted. In the end, the orcs and expedition members were merely a means to an end for the gods.

Thus, his anger turned towards the gods. The world slowed. He saw the face of a powerful believer staring at him among the flying brain matter. The believer flashed Hoyt a ridiculing smile, as if he knew Hoyt's fate.

Hoyt snorted again.

“The gods aren't normal…"

The masterpiece of the Golden Anvil Clan, Mountain Slasher cried out in his grasp.

"Kill."

Hoyt jumped towards the believer. His hammer aimed at the head of the god's soldier.

“Huup!"

But Hoyt's attack stopped just above the enemy's head. The god's power pushed at him with a strong pressure. Hoyt was forced to step back. The god walked towards Hoyt and said.

“Look at your friends.”

"……"

“They are all the same."

Hoyt took a deep breath and looked around. As the number of casualties increased, the visibility did as well. The battlefield situation entered his eyes. The orcs were still confronting the expedition members, while others were desperately resisting the gods.

However, they were at a disadvantage in the battle.

"Kuaaaaahhhhh!"

Kumarak shouted and rushed at a dwarf. Both of their bodies weren't intact. But Kumarak was exhausted, while his opponent was still going strong.

He aimed at Kumarak, causing Kumarak to fly through the air and roll against the ground. The dwarf's hammer descended. Kumarak blocked with Destroyer. However, he was unable to counterattack.

A little further away, Anya was bound by the goddess of mercy. When the goddess possessed hostility towards someone, it became chains that bound Anya. Anya cursed while resisting, but the goddess of mercy just looked down at her with a cold expression

Zankus, who killed the sun, was rising again and fired his bow. However, his body had two wounds on them.

Then a light beam flew from somewhere and penetrated his thighs. Zankus fell down. There was a loud sound as his iron bow struck the ground. He tried to stand up again, but his body flinched like it wasn't listening to him.

The god of light, who had been swallowed by Wallachwi's abyss, opened the space and emerged. Wallachwi was caught in his hands.

Wallachwi thrashed against his hand as he was dragged across the ground. The god of light also wasn't in a normal state. He kicked Wallachwi with an angry expression, causing Wallachwi to roll across the ground.

Everyone was losing.

"Just a little bit more."

If only they were a little bit stronger. The results might be different if they had a bit more strength. However, the lack of one inch meant they would lose. As soon as the battle tilted to one side, the orcs couldn't overcome the difference and started to break down, leading to defeat.

"God…"

Hoyt paused as he was about to pray. The gods were their enemies. The gods gathered strength to kill them. Something close to despair filled his chest. However, Hoyt laughed instead of dropping his head.

“Are you looking for a god now? Then kneel down before me. I might forgive you because I am a merciful god." The god in front of him laughed.

Hoyt replied to him, “Shut up. You don't deserve the title of the gods."

"Dirty orc scum."

“You can never be our god. Our god is here."

Hoyt raised his hammer.

Yes, he was there. Their god was watching Hoyt from the hammer.

"I had forgotten for a while."

Anyone who became a warrior would face him. Hoyt then realized that he was always there, and always watching them. They didn't offer gold or treasures, or have huge temples for their god. Just… the seven commandments that they followed.

Their honor. That was the most valuable thing they could offer. Everything they had. The death in front of him was so small that he didn't need to be afraid or sad.

Hoyt took a deep breath. He looked at the orcs dying, the warriors dropping their weapons and falling down. Then he shouted.

“Warriors, listen to me──────!"

Hoyt's shout shook the battlefield. The orcs raised their heads. Hoyt, the warrior instructor of Orcrox after Lenox died.

“You can die today──────!"

The orcs laughed. At that moment, this was Orcrox's training ground instead of the battlefield. The harsh instructor Hoyt was giving them an order. It was so severe that they could die. The orcs listened to his next words.

Hoyt yelled again, “So, prove yourself──────!"

The orcs nodded. Prove themselves. Indeed, he truly was a harsh instructor.

Orcs only had one certificate. It was the skin and blood of their enemies. This was the contents of their life, until their deaths. It was a privilege for warriors who proceeded without cowardice, and there was only one reward.

Honour.

Hoyt raised his hammer. The orcs raised their weapons.

There was the sound of Kumarak's Destroyer hitting something. Zankus got up again and aimed his arrow. Anya's axe rose into the air, while Wallachwi fell into the abyss again. All the warriors raised their axes or swords towards the sky.

They roared at the same time, “Bul'tarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr──────!"

Even the gods stepped back at this moment. The orcs started to resist with their indomitable spirit. The battlefield shook.

Hoyt smiled at the sight. His role was over. There were no regrets. Anyway, he should've died that day. Lenox would be waiting for him. The moment he was about to carry out his final assault against the gods and enemies in front of him…

Suddenly. There was an echo.

Buuuuul'taaaaaar…

Hoyt flinched. Then he looked towards the north. This was a vast plains area. There was no echo of the echo. But then the sound continued again.

Bul'tarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

Bul'tarrrr…"

Bul'tar…

The sound gradually came closer. The ground started to vibrate.

"This…!"

“What?”

"Crazy!"

From the horizon, there was a huge cloud of dust and hundreds of flags filled the sky. They all had the same equipment. Orcs wearing steel armor and a helmet. They were approaching. The orc at the forefront raised his hand. Then the flags stirred at once. It was tranquil conduct with no yelling. The orcs started their assault on the battlefield, moving as one body according to the command.

The expedition was shocked by the unexpected assault. The orcs gradually got closer. Their momentum was like a tsunami heading towards the battlefield. The expedition army, who were stranded in battle with the orcs, fell down forcefully from the clash.

They ran like crazy and crashed like a tank. Their goal was clear. It wasn't the orcs. Their blades stuck into the weary expedition members. The tired enemies were slaughtered without resistance.

The angry gods exercised their divine power. It was an unreal sight.

Hoyt was able to find an orc walking towards him. He was the one who led the army at the front. There was a long scar across his face.

Hoyt asked, “You are?"

“I came from the north. The great chieftain."

Hoyt now understood the situation. He heard about it from Crockta. The northern orcs. The orcs with a different culture from the continent, who followed 'Northern Conqueror' Crockta. They rebelled against the divine message, crossing the limit line to come here.

Hoyt nodded. He extended his fist. "My name is Hoyt. Thank you for the help."

The man stared for a moment before beating his chest once. Then he reached out his fist to Hoyt.

"I am Surka. You're welcome."

Against the backdrop of the battlefield where gods and mortals converged. The two fists touched.

Praise the Orc: 

Current schedule: There will now be 14 chapters a week, meaning two chapters every day.

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