novelraw Chapter 155 : Chapter 155
Chapter 155 : Chapter 155
Chapter 155
Kuaaaang!
Amidst the roar of clashing axes and the rising dust cloud, Mogul appeared with a severed arm in his mouth.
“You monstrous bastard.”
As soon as the words were finished, the Legion Commander, emerging through the sandstorm, looked down at Mogul with an expressionless face and said.
“…So you were a warrior too.”
“What, you can talk?”
“Of course. For the King desired the land of humans.”
Surprise at the fact that the Legion Commander, who had been panting like a madman until now, could speak human language was brief.
Mogul, smiling bitterly at the fact that he was acknowledged as a warrior by the Legion Commander, looked at his right arm which had fallen on the ground.
‘I really lost, from beginning to end.’
With one arm dangling his axe, Mogul looked at the Legion Commander.
“A warrior, huh? That’s absurd praise.”
“…Is that so.”
The Legion Commander nodded as if understanding, then trudged over, picked up the arm from the ground, and handed it to him.
“But, you are a warrior. I have decided so.”
Even though dark green blood was gushing out from his waist, which was gouged out enough to expose his internal organs, and his neck, where bone was visible, wetting the ground, the Legion Commander extended Mogul’s arm as if it were nothing.
“Take it.”
“…….”
When Mogul silently grasped his axe with his left hand, the Legion Commander sat down in front of him and said.
“Old wounds do not heal.”
At the Legion Commander’s confident action despite having an axe thrust at him, Mogul burst into a dry laugh and accepted the arm.
“Usually, once an arm is cut off, you can’t reattach it, you know.”
“I cut off another human’s arm four times. Your arm three times. Humans, attach well.”
“No, I mean usually. This is a special case. Humans aren’t Trolls, so we can’t regenerate severed wounds.”
“I understand, so attach it quickly.”
“Wait a bit, I’m not a golem or something…….”
When Mogul brought the severed arm to the wound, the cut surface began to heal in real-time.
‘No matter how many times I see it, it’s ridiculous.’
Even if he went to a high-ranking cleric, no, even a bishop, such rapid healing would be impossible.
It would have taken at least a day or two for the nerves of the cut surface to fully recover and the bones to knit.
‘To think all that process ended in just a few seconds.’
Mogul, marveling once again at Mireska’s magic, moved his right arm to check and asked.
“So, what do you want to do?”
Seeing the perfectly moving arm, the Legion Commander bared his teeth and stood up.
“I do not want to die. But, I am dying. I don’t want to die, but I am dying. I really don’t want to die.”
Without even checking Mogul’s reaction, the Legion Commander walked towards his axe, grinned, and continued.
“So, warrior help me live forever.”
“……?”
Mogul suddenly realized that speaking the same language didn't necessarily mean communication was possible.
“Help you live forever?”
Thinking it was more comfortable when the Legion Commander was swinging his axe while foaming at the mouth, Mogul frowned, and the Orc nodded and said.
“Easy. Warrior just needs to be reborn.”
“What?”
Before he could finish speaking, the Legion Commander kicked off the ground, appeared right in front of Mogul, and brought his axe down with a grin.
“Teaching is fun.”
* * *
Kuaaang!
“…Puhak!”
Mogul, exhaling breath that had risen to his chin as if vomiting, swung his axe horizontally, but a voice scraping like iron came from the other side.
“Weak!”
Simultaneously, Mogul, retrieving his powerlessly blocked axe, moved it again.
“Put your soul, not just strength, into the axe! Put your valor into it!”
Kuaaang!
Mogul, barely blocking the Legion Commander’s attack which was surprisingly twice as fierce as before, shouted as if spitting it out.
“Damn it!”
Although he was clearly swinging his axe with the resolve to die, crossing the line of death at every moment, the battle felt different.
“Axes have no mouths!”
That damn Legion Commander’s mouth was the problem.
“Please, shut that mouth up!”
Kuaaaang!
“Krrk! You are the weakest warrior I have ever seen!”
What was more annoying was that the Legion Commander’s intention was visible.
Since some time ago, whenever he swung his axe, the wall of the 7th star, which seemed within reach but elusive, was tickling his fingertips.
“Warrior! Be reborn quickly!”
Being reborn clearly meant overcoming the wall of the 7th star.
Kuaang! Kwang! Kwang!
- More! More! More!
At some point, the Legion Commander howled not in human language, but in the language of Orcs.
- Be reborn quickly!
His lazy heart hadn't been beating for a while, and his intact hands were hesitating, but he had absolutely no intention of dying at the hands of such a weak warrior.
- I cannot die! I will be engraved in your soul and survive until the end to bite and kill!
For him not to remain a loser, the warrior must be reborn and remember him.
Warriors who led great warriors will be remembered forever as long as that soul lives.
- Hurry! Hurry! Swing it! Show me that attack you showed at first! An attack imbued with soul! The trace of a great warrior!
The moment the Legion Commander swung his axe with his right hand and thrust his teeth at Mogul’s neck.
Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!
The ringing he heard when he first lost his arm dizzied his head.
Slice.
The Legion Commander’s vision slowly sank into darkness.
- Congratulations on being reborn, Warrior.
The Legion Commander opened his mouth to deliver the words, but no words came from the head that fell on the cold ground.
* * *
“Huff, huff, huuuff.”
Mogul, staring blankly at the Legion Commander’s head on the ground, slumped to the ground and looked up at the sky.
“Asking me to be reborn…….”
The world reflected in his eyes was completely different from before.
The sky churned with dark purple mana, and the ground was filled with vivid pink mana.
“Beautiful…….”
Savoring the world filled with colors he had never seen before, Mogul slowly leaned his back against the ground.
“Snore.”
Having been reborn now, he needed time to adapt to the new world.
* * *
Thud.
Seeing the 2nd Legion Commander’s body collapse like a crumbling wall, the Shaman shouted at his disciples.
- How many times did I tell you to be careful! If the Legion Commander returns, you guys might become tonight’s dinner!
However, the pale young Orcs did not move a single step despite the Shaman’s shout.
- What are you doing! Hurry up and move it again! You useless things!
The Shaman, about to curse at the frustrating Orcs, stopped abruptly.
- Hmm?
The heartbeat could not be heard.
- You bastards! What on earth did you do?!
- Krrk, no!
- We didn't do anything!
When the Shaman picked up his staff and shouted, the young Orcs prostrated themselves flat and shook their heads repeatedly.
- You useless things! Didn’t I tell you to guard it with your lives because the Forest Demon might come?!
Dark blue death qi flowing from the staff moved like a snake and wrapped around the necks of the young Orcs, causing them to writhe in pain.
- Kuaaak! It hurts! It hurts!
- We were wrong! We were wrong!
Even at the screams and pleas of the Orcs begging for forgiveness while crawling on the floor, the Shaman’s eyes sank coldly.
- Trash-like things.
Their role was only one.
To block the magic of the Forest Demon, the Witch who cast a large-scale spell surrounding the forest.
- Kirik, even though I carefully selected from Orcs with shamanistic talent, it was not enough.
Even though he had cast a sacrificial spell on each and every Orc, the Shaman, grimacing at the fact that they failed to stop the Witch, walked towards the Legion Commander’s body.
- Hmm?
However, no trace of magic was glimpsed in the Legion Commander’s body whose heart had stopped.
- Kirik, not magic?
The flustered Shaman waved his staff and checked several times, but no trace of magic was felt in the Legion Commander’s body.
What remained meant that either the Legion Commander died, or his spell failed.
- Kiririk, don't tell me, my spell failed?
The Shaman never even considered that something might have happened to the Legion Commander who went to occupy the human lands.
The Legion Commander was a great warrior representing the Red Orc clan and a slaughterer.
If it were other Legion Commanders or monsters of the forest, maybe, but there was no way he would be defeated by mere humans.
- Kirik. Strange, strange. There is no way I would fail a spell. Did he really die? No. That can’t be. Krrk…….
Although unimaginable, there was a final possibility.
- Did the Witch step in herself?
No matter how many humans, who are weaker than goblins, gathered, they wouldn't be able to leave a single scratch on the Legion Commander’s body.
Unless the Witch stepped in herself.
- I should inform the King first.
Since the connection between body and soul was severed, the Legion Commander was as good as dead.
Even if he survived, he had no body to return to.
Glancing at the Legion Commander’s body, the Shaman’s mouth watered.
- Kikikik, I’m going to eat until I burst for the first time in a while.
It is the body of a slaughterer who reigned over the Red Orc clan.
If he is a warrior among warriors and a great King, he would say that a warrior’s body cannot be wasted and tell everyone to eat together.
- Hey, you guys. Over there, bring that over.
- Legion Commander?
- No! Legion Commander will scold us!
Avoiding a Shaman is the instinct of all Orcs.
The Shaman, smiling to show his teeth, pointed at the corpse of a young Orc rolling on the floor and continued.
- Ah, those who help me can eat the young one over there.
- Krrrk! Me! I help!
- Move! I picked it first!
* * *
“What?”
The Tyrant, buried deep in the throne atop the palanquin, asked in a nonchalant voice.
“Kiririk. My King, the connection between the 2nd Legion Commander’s soul and body has been severed.”
At the Shaman’s continued report, the Tyrant leaned forward.
“The 2nd Legion Commander?”
Then, burying himself back into the throne, he continued.
“Let’s see… This guy was definitely…….”
Then, the Tyrant, muttering as if checking something, spoke in a nonchalant voice.
“He’s dead. He was at least useful.”
The Shaman quickly prostrated himself on the floor and shouted.
“Kiririk. His soul must have returned to the embrace of warriors.”
“Is that so?”
Even knowing that a soul who died in another’s body, not his own, could not go to the world of warriors, the Shaman shouted with sincerity.
“The soul of the Great King will guide him!”
A face devoid of any emotion and a nonchalant voice.
Because all other Shamans died to the King with that appearance.
“Hmm…….”
After looking at the Shaman silently for a while, the Tyrant buried himself again and said.
“It’s inconvenient.”