Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Gorejul Krack
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“Yu Baek, little bro, I’ll save you, so you…”
“…There’s no need for that.”
Kim Cheon-seok’s face twisted at Yu Baek’s words.
“I didn’t peg you for the ungrateful type. Cut the crap and…”
“I said there’s no need.”
Only then did Kim Cheon-seok properly look at Yu Baek’s face.
A face drenched in ecstasy, as if receiving a god.
Crunch!
He turned toward the sound that followed.
“…What…?”
He caught sight of a portion of the red wave being torn to shreds.
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Red orcs charging toward him.
“What the…!”
“No way…!”
Baekgang and Bangpae in the rear seemed flustered by their vastly different appearance from the orcs they’d faced before.
Not just their numbers, but the aura and ferocity emanating from each one made them incomparable.
But it was different for Go Yohan.
“Poor things.”
In Go Yohan’s eyes, they were simply pitiful.
Crunch.
So this was.
Cruuunch!
Nothing more than granting them peace.
[Space Sever]
It was a technique the goddess had named and quantified as part of Go Yohan when he succeeded in sharing sins and curses.
The very thing Go Yohan had mainly used from the start—seizing the complex threads of the world and ripping the space apart from its roots.
Kabaaam!
The front line of red orcs was shredded in that instant.
“Even now, you’re still slaves.”
Go Yohan said.
Red orcs—orks of unmatched ferocity.
Unlike orcs who called themselves warriors, these were on the more docile side.
Ones who had interacted with humans, seeking coexistence.
But their fellow orcs branded them traitors and hunted them.
And to those who hated fighting.
“Really…”
Crunch.
“You’re a race that doesn’t tug at my heartstrings.”
They applied tribal tattoos and spells, turning them into monsters driven only by frenzy and slaughter.
That was what the red orcs were.
Even after becoming part of the demon world and minions of demons, they seemed tormented.
Kroooar!
To these things leaping in like moths to a flame, desiring only death.
Humm.
Go Yohan granted them peace.
He was no longer a holy knight or even a knight, but it was the only mercy he could offer.
Cruuuunch!
With another gesture, over a hundred red orc bodies were bisected.
Yet the horde seemed endless still, charging without giving him a moment’s respite.
Swoosh.
Go Yohan lowered his stance, crossing both arms like a beast.
And then.
[Space Severance]
As he pulled his hands apart.
Kaaaaaaa!
The earth flipped, and everything atop it was torn in a straight line.
-The holy knight’s sword shatters the earth.
-The holy knight’s sword cleaves the clouds.
-The holy knight’s sword stirs the waves.
It was what the continent’s people had said of Michael’s sword.
Yet no sword was in Go Yohan’s hands now, and it didn’t feel awkward.
Not because he hadn’t held a sword in a long time.
‘Monk.’
After declaring he would become a holy knight, Michael had hunted what he deemed evil for over a decade with only his two fists.
He had split bandits’ skulls and merged the heads of twin-head ogres into one.
Kaaaaaaa!
A sword would have been better.
“Whew.”
But his two fists were enough.
Even after sweeping them away like that, hundreds of red orcs remained, charging at Go Yohan.
Swoosh.
Go Yohan let his arms hang again.
“Still…”
The corner of Go Yohan’s mouth curled up slightly.
“This has been a while.”
A red orc right in his face.
Thwack!
The moment Go Yohan’s fist touched the red orc’s head, the entire head vanished.
In that gap, Go Yohan lowered his stance, advanced, and thrust his next fist.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
He simply tilted his body to dodge the red orcs’ rusty glaives.
When several glaives lunged at once.
Thud.
Sometimes he kicked off the ground and stood atop the crossed glaives.
“……!”
Trembling pupils in the red orcs’ eyes.
Eyes that should have held nothing but slaughter and frenzy.
“Do you remember?”
It had been the same in the past.
“I was your butcher.”
For some reason.
“No—your savior, freeing you from the evil god.”
It felt like returning to that time in the past.
As if the blood that had been dormant until now was boiling.
“Die, wicked horde. Slaves of the evil god.”
Grin.
Go Yohan, smiling, truly massacred the red orcs.
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The thousands of red orcs were all dead.
Simply because they were nearby.
[Your level has increased.]
[Your level has increased.]
[…]
Even Baekgang and Bangpae players gained a few levels.
Silver-white hair, pure white.
The only thing soiled was his roughly patched clothes.
If anything, it made the scene feel all too unreal.
“What the hell…”
Kim Cheon-seok let out something like a sigh at the unbelievable sight.
Some of Bangpae.
“M-Monster…”
Seeing Go Yohan approach, they backed away in shock, even collapsing to the ground.
Baekgang was much the same.
Even if Yu Baek was from Sanctuary Union, not all his guildmates were.
“Hah, hah… hah…”
They trembled at Go Yohan as if beholding the Grim Reaper.
“Show some respect!”
Yu Baek shouted, turning his back to the approaching Go Yohan.
“You stand before a savior today!”
Savior?
It didn’t quite click.
“Yu’s right, not a word wrong.”
Kim Cheon-seok yelled at his Bangpae guildmates too.
“Call the guy who just saved your asses from death a monster? What the hell.”
No, calling him a monster was right.
But if that monster wasn’t the enemy, it was wise not to provoke him.
‘Sanctuary, what the hell did they raise?’
No.
‘Can something like that even be made?’
Even Kim Cheon-seok couldn’t help trembling.
“Seriously…”
“Consider yourselves lucky, bro. Fewer than a hundred people have ever seen that man’s true face.”
“And you knew?”
“I only heard about it.”
And then Go Yohan drew near.
Yu Baek pulled out some clothes as if he’d been waiting and handed them over.
Go Yohan had no need for ordinary items—they’d just shatter under his power.
“You’ve worked hard.”
At Yu Baek’s words, Go Yohan’s sunken eyes seemed to regain their light.
“I need to move separately.”
With the gate connected, there was no more time to waste.
“What should we do?”
“The entire gate is linked as one.”
Go Yohan said.
“Follow the path, and you’ll run into the other guilds. Just hold out with them.”
“Understood.”
With that, Go Yohan turned and headed back into the battlefield.
“P-Path?”
Kim Cheon-seok nearly asked where any path was in this place.
“…There is one. A path.”
And soon, he spotted the path made of red orc corpses.
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The black gate that had opened now was no raid for a day or two.
‘They must be sensing it by now.’
Its scale was on another level from any gate before.
[The ritual to summon the evil god is in progress.]
The goddess’s voice rang out simultaneously.
[The ritual for the evil god proceeds in seven villages.]
The invasion on Earth was clearly different from Travania.
But the method was similar enough.
“This isn’t the demons’ way either.”
Crunch.
Go Yohan said as he crushed a black orc’s skull.
“Orcs.”
Memories of the past grew vivid.
‘Master Monk.’
When he felt he was ready, he took up the sword.
And then the orc great chieftain, who had united the continent’s orcs, appeared.
“Shaman.”
Go Yohan said to a fallen black orc nearby.
“Is that one here too?”
The black gate that opened as the invasion began.
There, he faced the orc warlord who had become a demon.
‘Taran Hill.’
The creature had knelt before Go Yohan, abandoning even the will to fight.
‘Kartul.’
The great chieftain lived.
“…It’s true! It’s true…!”
The shaman cried out.
“Gorejul Krack! Gorejul Krack!”
How long had it been since he’d heard that name? Go Yohan halted at the shaman’s words.
When he first took up the sword, the orcs rose up.
He joined the subjugation, severed the great chieftain’s head, and proclaimed himself a holy knight.
Before that, after cutting down countless orcs, they began calling him that.
-Gorejul Krack.
He later learned its meaning.
“Taran Hill seems to have learned respect in the meantime.”
Go Yohan raised his foot toward the shaman.
“But you still haven’t learned respect or honor.”
Gorejul Krack.
Knight of Brutality—that was reinterpreting it in the orc tongue.
Its true meaning was.
“Even if I can’t claim to be the goddess’s knight now, I won’t tolerate that name.”
Crunch!
Great Warrior of the Evil God.
These damned orcs serving the evil god dared call him, the goddess’s knight, the evil god’s great warrior.
[One village’s ritual has been stopped.]
[The evil god’s summoning is delayed.]
Just hearing the goddess’s voice now made it clear who served the evil god.
Shwaaa.
Rain began to fall.
Memories sharpening.
Emotions from back then, close enough to touch if he clenched his fist.
“Paha!”
For some reason, it felt like one of the shackles binding him had snapped.
“Goddess.”
Truly, uttering her name in words for the first time in ages.
Go Yohan.
Splash.
Began moving again.
Six more villages remained.
“Kartul.”
The shaman didn’t answer, but for some reason, Go Yohan felt he would encounter that one again here.
An orc that had to be exterminated, yet one worthy of respect.
One truly deserving of that name.
“Gorejul Krack.”
As the Great Warrior of the Evil God.