Chapter 297
Chapter 297
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 297
Chapter Title: 68. Den of Evil (2)
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“Lord Baaang!”
As Youngwoo shouted for the Orc Lord Bangtubangtung and charged toward the portal, the brothers from Division One, who had been hauling unidentified metal, dropped their loads and started running too.
They had heard that ominous howl just moments ago.
‘Crazy, what the hell are they bringing onto my planet?’
Dreaming of being Earth’s sole shareholder, Youngwoo couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of ownership over the planet.
So he couldn’t just stand by while something dangerous invaded it.
Especially since he himself had permitted the orcs’ autonomous rule in northern Australia—if the planet fell into peril because of them, the responsibility would essentially...
‘Fall on me.’
Kwang! Kwang!
The thunderous sound of Negig’s iron hooves echoed beneath his feet, but right now, only one thing rang in Youngwoo’s ears.
―Kieeeek!
That chilling screech echoed again.
Followed by heavy footsteps that hinted at the monster’s enormous size.
Kuuung!
‘This...’
The sound was incredibly vivid.
Proof that the threat had already passed through the portal onto Earth.
―Kieeeeek!
Another screech rang out, and just then, the dimensional gate of the Red Foot orcs entered Youngwoo’s view.
Whoosh!
“...!”
As expected from afar, the brothers’ dimensional gate was colossal.
An oval portal over 100 meters in diameter.
And right in front of that portal...
―Kiii!
A bizarre dragon-like creature, half-emerged from the portal, thrashed about.
So massive that its head blocked the portal’s center.
“Wh-what the hell is that?”
Youngwoo furrowed his brow.
Upon closer inspection, the dragon’s body was made entirely of black tentacles.
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a dragon but a writhing mass of unknown tentacles.
“My God.”
While Youngwoo gaped, the brothers lined up before the portal hurled their spears at the “dragon” in unison.
Swaaaa!
At the same time, they burst one of those red pouches he’d seen on the overpass earlier by the portal’s side.
Pop pop boom!
A “Red Foot” marker bloomed in the air like a cloud, and right on cue, from inside the portal—beneath the creature’s belly and legs...
-Waaah!
-Charge! Don’t stop!
-Toward Red Foot!
At least a few hundred Red Foot orcs came charging out.
“Ah.”
So this was a rescue operation.
‘It’s not just about dumping money to pop out brothers one by one. They have to rescue them in real-time from the occupied planet.’
Meanwhile, the dragon, struck by spears, turned its head toward the javelin throwers.
―Kii!
Then.
Shwaaaa!
Its head, silhouetted like a dragon’s, unfurled like a sunflower and spewed black breath.
Kwaaaaa!
Dozens of orcs vanished in an instant, and hundreds more seized the opening to flee safely toward the red cloud opposite.
The javelin throwers were bait, sacrificing themselves to draw the dragon’s attention.
“This...!”
Now understanding the portal’s true purpose, Youngwoo spurred Negig in fury.
“Everyone out! I’ll handle it!”
Kwang! Kwang!
As Negig carrying Youngwoo charged with its signature metallic clop, the abyssal dragon—head splayed open—glared at the new intruder.
Then.
Kwaaaaa!
It spewed black breath again, just like before.
“You fucking bastard!”
Youngwoo, who had blocked Metal Capital’s laser cannons before, didn’t flinch.
He swiftly raised Sasenga to deflect the barrage of black filth.
Kwaaaa!
The Red Foot orcs watching from the sidelines gaped.
-Human?
-Small Foot!
That’s when a very familiar voice reached Youngwoo’s ears.
-Riders! Riders to the front!
None other than Red Foot Orc Lord Bangtubangtung.
-Small Foot is clearing the path! Fill the remaining quota!
‘Remaining quota?’
While Youngwoo tilted his head, brothers waving yellow flags from within the red cloud approached right up to the dragon’s underbelly.
Signaling those still inside the portal to enter.
Whoosh!
The yellow flag waved dramatically, and another group of orc refugees charged out.
Pop!
That’s when Youngwoo spotted the “number” inscribed above the portal.
[1462/2500]
‘Ah.’
Having seen this countless times, Youngwoo grasped it instantly.
That was the number of brothers they could rescue this round.
‘Still need to extract a thousand more brothers.’
His thoughts reached that point as he glanced at the scenery beyond the portal, behind the dragon.
There, atop rust-colored rocky mountains, Red Foot orcs stood packed densely.
“Whoa!”
He didn’t know the exact spot on their home planet, but countless unrescued brothers remained.
Far more than this round’s quota, no matter how he looked.
Then.
“W-watch out!”
The moment Youngwoo saw an ominous shadow blanket the mountain where brothers waited.
Kwaaaaa!
Another dragon descended onto the mountain, spewing tentacles in all directions.
“You fucking bastard!”
Enraged, Youngwoo reached for the bow slung on his body, but Bangtubangtung shouted.
-Small Foot! Useless!
“...What?”
-We can’t interfere beyond the portal! All we can do is...!
Then Bangtubangtung leaped from the brothers’ ranks and hurled a massive spear.
Swaaaa!
At the dragon that had breathed on Youngwoo.
Kwang!
Lord Bang’s javelin struck dead center in the sunflower-unfurled abyssal dragon’s head, dealing solid damage—the creature promptly retracted its head and melted the spear.
-We can only touch what crawls out of the portal.
Sorrow filled Lord Bang’s voice.
Meanwhile, the abyssal dragon screeched weirdly again and unleashed tentacles.
―Kiiiiik!
Shwaaa!
Dozens of tentacles erupted from its body, some shooting toward Bangtubangtung, who had just thrown the spear.
But Lord Bang, experienced in such situations, drew the sword at his waist and sliced the incoming tentacle.
Slash!
He swiftly severed another wrapping a brother beside him, then looked at Youngwoo.
-Small Foot, why’d you come here? Finally bringing good news?
“...!”
Youngwoo’s pupils shook.
His sole purpose in coming to the city was for permission and a request.
With Mara in China, he needed to ask them to wait longer, and beg for legendary kill records to aid city development.
“L-Lord Bang... I...”
At a loss for words unlike himself, Lord Bang gaped in a grin again.
-Hahak! No good news? Then make one. Look behind! That’s the gift you can give us.
“...?”
Youngwoo turned to see the abyssal dragon snatching brothers with tentacles.
Knowing he wasn’t here with good news, it was a plea to help the brothers escape first.
Of course—the Australian brothers wouldn’t have missed the declaration of war from Mara and Remu.
“Ahh... Lord Bang!”
Moved by Bangtubangtung’s boundless magnanimity, Youngwoo raised Sasenga again.
He immediately sent a golden arc to sever the tentacles gripping the brothers.
Chiiiia!
“I’ll hold the entrance—bring in more brothers!”
Urging him to raise the 2,500 rescue limit, Lord Bang shook his head.
-Once set, the quota can’t change. We wait for the next chance.
“Next chance? What do you...?”
Youngwoo tried to ask, but the abyssal dragon attacked again.
―Kieeeeek!
This time, launching dozens of tentacles straight at him.
“...!”
Youngwoo whirled Sasenga like lightning to cleave them, then leaped high.
Thump!
Brothers below shrank in an instant, while the tentacle-woven abyssal dragon’s body loomed right before him.
‘Why’s it so damn huge?’
Even after leaping dozens of meters, he landed on the creature’s lower chest.
‘And earlier, there were more than one or two beyond the portal.’
Just as he understood why the brothers lost their planet, tentacles surged from beneath his feet, coiling around his body.
“You slimy fucks!”
To counter the tentacles sprouting everywhere, Youngwoo chose self-harm.
Kwang!
He stabbed himself all over with his sword, spewing highly toxic blood.
The tentacles holding him melted away, as did those incoming.
Tsss!
―Kiik?
By now, the portal-crossing abyssal dragon seemed to realize it had latched onto something seriously wrong.
It no longer considered breathing and began retreating.
Kuuung! Kuung!
“Where you running, you fuck!”
But Demon King Jeong Youngwoo had leaped again, striking before its back could retreat beyond the portal.
Kwang!
Sasenga slashed near its neck.
Shwaaaa!
The mythic blade tore its hide like ragged cloth, revealing writhing tentacles inside.
‘What the hell are these things?’
The brothers’ planet was taken by Void Lord Mara, so this dragon was something from Mara’s domain.
Kwaaak!
Even after slashing from neck to upper chest, it kept living, so Youngwoo leaped again with intent.
Thud!
He hurled Sasenga to pierce its head, shouting loudly.
“Earth, 006! 491! 8271! 390!”
Unknown nasty creatures like this deserved to be lasered.
Thud!
As Youngwoo retrieved Sasenga and pulled away, immense energy gathered from beyond the sky.
Gooooo...
-Wh-what’s this.
-Uh...
Some brothers shuddered with déjà vu.
They had recalled it.
The asymmetric power they’d tasted at the Jeju-Meganesia border.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
A massive laser beam split the sky, and the Red Foot orcs freshly escaped from their home planet fled in terror.
-Th-the sky!
-The sky’s falling!
-Uwaaaak!
Bravest before the lord, they were fragile before advanced tech beyond comprehension.
Yet, as true “Red Foots” at heart...
-All halt! Reform ranks!
At Lord Bangtubangtung’s command, every fleeing orc stopped dead.
Right then, the laser beam struck the abyssal dragon, cleanly erasing its grotesque form.
-Oh...!
-L-light!
‘These Toma bastards peek annoyingly, but damn, they make good weapons.’
Youngwoo inwardly admired as Toma’s planetary strike annihilated an otherworldly abyssal dragon.
Where did this firepower end?
But he suddenly worried he’d someday face something that could block this beam.
‘Remu and Mara’s proxies won’t die to orbital strikes, probably.’
Such worries were brief—system text appeared in his view.
「You have defeated the Phantom Dragon Morakus!」
Then, something unexpected happened.
「1 kill record eligible for Monument of Victories has been generated.」
“Huh?”
A new kill record eligible for the Monument generated.
Meaning that fight qualified as a “legendary enemy defeat.”
‘No way, fuck, is this a glory point dispenser?’
Gawking at the portal, Youngwoo felt Bangtubangtung pat his back.
-Small Foot! Impressive fight! No need to fight fair against filth!
Overwhelmed, Youngwoo gripped Lord Bang’s arm tightly.
Kwang!
“Lord Bang! Glory overflows in this city...!”
Then, smoke suddenly rose from where Phantom Dragon Morakus had vanished.
Shiii!
“Huh?”
Youngwoo, noticing first, drew his sword again, but Lord Bang gestured to calm.
-Small Foot, don’t you know?
“...Know what?”
-Part of Mara is here now.
Swish.
Lord Bang pointed to the smoking spot, where a sword formed from tentacles.
Squelch.
Like woven entrails, it looked utterly...
‘Whoa... totally villain vibes.’
Youngwoo gained another magic sword.