Chapter 193
Chapter 193
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 193
Chapter Title: Ten Thousand Slayer (4)
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Overwhelming combat prowess! On top of that, Rokan possessed the title Master of Prolonged Battles, which reduced stamina drain during combat by a whopping 30%.
Even without it, mere class experts who could barely withstand one or two hits couldn't inflict any damage on him anyway.
[Achieved 1,000 Continuous Kills!]
[Achieved 2,000 Continuous Kills!]
[Achieved 3,000 Continuous Kills!]
For one reason or another, Rokan's continuous kill count soared steeply.
Yet, astonishingly, no empty space formed around Rokan for any extended period.
Normally, corpses would pile up like mountains to create an isolated zone, but this was still a game. Corpses didn't linger long, and Rokan seemed aware of it, methodically shifting positions while slitting the orcs' throats.
Thanks to that, the area around him resembled a manhole—or rather, a black hole. It kept sucking in enemies to fill the surroundings.
As corpses accumulated, loot piled up in his inventory until it was full to bursting, spilling onto the ground, but he ignored it and kept swinging his battle axe.
Still, not a single user dared approach him to snatch any spoils.
“......Is that even human?”
“That guy...... feels like he’s taken out half the enemy forces by himself.”
“Should we pretend to go crazy and pick up some gear? If we sweep up everything he drops, we’d profit even if we die.”
“And get marked by Rokan, dying over and over until you hit level 1? Bet you a gold you won’t last 10 seconds if you step in there.”
Anyone entering his domain would be shredded before they could grab an item.
No, even exploiting his gradual movement to snag a few would spell trouble.
What if they caught Rokan's eye by mistake? How could they handle his wrath?
Having witnessed the downfall of Bloodchaser and Hellhound, no one dared glance that way, focusing their efforts elsewhere instead.
[Achieved 5,000 Continuous Kills!]
[Achieved 6,000 Continuous Kills!]
[Achieved 7,000 Continuous Kills!]
Thus, Rokan racked up kills without any interference.
‘Huff, huff.’
But upon hitting 7,000 kills, even Rokan couldn't remain entirely unfazed.
No matter that he was cleaving through foes a cut above the rest—no, far beneath him—it demanded an insane level of exertion to dispatch 7,000 of them.
His breathing grew ragged, escalating from labored gasps to the agony of a marathon runner.
‘Not yet, not yet.’
There was a surefire way to fix it in an instant.
Using either Tempest Incarnation or Berserk would fully recharge his energy, restoring his initial might.
Yet Rokan gritted his teeth and held back.
Not yet. It wasn't enough. He forcibly endured, hoisting his battle axe again.
Splash!
He nearly hurled it, cleaving an orc warrior's head, then launched his body into another, slamming it with his shoulder.
The energy infused in the Lion King's Armaments erupted, shattering the beast's ribs.
“Damn it, should’ve grabbed a stamina-related title if I knew it’d come to this.”
His health was still full.
With massively inflated HP and defense, plus gear slashing incoming damage, he could stand still and tank a beating for ages—plenty of leeway there.
Stamina and time were the issues.
Alone, he could've minimized movement to recover stamina, but time wasn't on his side.
Even now, dwarves and users were felling orc warriors one by one, and with Rokan soloing a massive chunk, the remaining orcs were dropping faster and faster.
At this rate, the battle would end before he hit his kill target.
“Kai! Rider of Legends!”
Judging it a time-out otherwise, Rokan squeezed out one last breath.
He mounted the Great Peng Kai and soared high into the sky.
“Red Meteor!”
Like a massive meteor reminiscent of a spell, he plummeted into the orc warriors' midst.
KABOOM!
Panicked orcs hurled weapons in resistance, but to no avail.
Unlike the troll fight, they lacked master-class skills to snipe Kai, getting swept up in the shockwave and suffering massive casualties.
[Achieved 8,000 Continuous Kills!]
“Kai, chow down!”
Kreee!
It didn't end there. The moment the red meteor crashed, Rokan psychically urged Kai skyward.
Rising lower than before—perhaps adapted now—Kai shook off the daze, soared straight up, and faithfully executed after Rokan dismounted.
Crunch, crunch. Kyuuk! Kyuuk!
As a Great Peng, Kai's level was already master-class.
No master skills or proper attacks, but the overwhelming stat gap made him a predator. Did you need technique to squash an ant?
Kai cheerfully devouring orcs looked so natural it was eerie.
“Huff! Over here!”
Squeeeeeen.
That wasn't all.
Rokan rummaged his overflowing inventory, tossing out items—mechanical gadgets with AoE taunt effects.
Drawing all eyes to him, he wrung out more strength, decapitating a nearby orc, smashing its face, and bursting its eyes.
“Chains of Annihilation!”
Simultaneously, his left hand unleashed chains, engulfing one direction entirely. He'd grown adept enough to wield chains and battle axe at once.
[Insufficient mana to use.]
But it lacked the initial splendor.
Chains guzzled mana, and with little left, it bottomed out instantly.
Back to basics against the surging orcs.
[Achieved 9,000 Continuous Kills!]
After another frenzy of slashing, smashing, and pulverizing, he hit 9,000.
Just 1,000 left!
With Rider of Legends expired, Kai abandoned ground chomping for swooping dives, pecking with his beak—hardly efficient.
“No choice.”
Scanning the battlefield, Rokan's face hardened.
Thanks to his rampage, the fight neared its end.
Dwarf legion plus users: about 60,000. Orc legion: about 70,000. Orcs had a slight numerical edge, but Rokan soloed 9,000, and dwarf gear outclassed orc weapons—victory tilted easily.
“Krahehehel! No more challengers?”
Moreover, Etchi rampaged on one flank. Apparently victorious in his high master duel.
Other masters and high masters looked weary and wounded but still had fight left.
Remaining orcs: under 5,000. Delay, and dwarves or users would steal his kills after all his toil.
“All or nothing. Tempest Incarnation!”
Biting his lip, Rokan triggered the master skill. A golden giant with blood-red eyes swept the field anew.
“Wheel Wind!”
[Achieved 9,100 Continuous Kills!]
[Achieved 9,200 Continuous Kills!]
Infinite mana and stamina! Free of fatigue, Rokan went berserk like a madman.
Time was short.
Greedy users eyed rewards, fired-up dwarves clashed with remaining orc warriors—must hurry.
[Achieved 9,300 Continuous Kills!]
[Achieved 9,400 Continuous Kills!]
Clearing 300 to 400 was surprisingly easy. AoE taunts via gadgets had already swarmed orcs around him.
But wiping them birthed a problem.
“Kraaaargh!”
Realizing the overwhelming odds, orcs charged in desperate last stands.
Some sought honorable death in combat, but many aimed to drag extra foes along.
“Damn it, over here!”
Rokan's moves grew frantic. He scattered every mechanical item, relentlessly hurling and swinging his battle axe to crush orc warriors.
“Overdrive! Time of Madness!”
Any attack speed boost, he used.
[Achieved 9,500 Continuous Kills!]
[Achieved 9,600 Continuous Kills!]
Yet 10,000 continuous kills proved elusive.
Dwarf NPCs and users pressed relentlessly, orcs toppling like dominoes. With 400 kills to go, barely 1,000 orcs remained.
“Damn, damn!”
Rokan grew desperate. Miss this chance—against non-orcs?—who knew when another?
Repeating this madness? Next time would be worse.
After this chaos, enemy camps—dwarves or otherwise—would surely send counters.
His face darkened, irritation and killing intent surging. Seeing orcs tangled with dwarves and users, he felt like slaughtering them all, allies be damned.
‘......Wait.’
Then, insight struck Rokan.
“......Nothing stopping me.”
He gripped his battle axe's haft tightly.
“Cancel. Berserk!”
Glancing around, he forcibly canceled Tempest Incarnation before backlash hit, then activated Berserk, surging with power anew.
“Huff....... Throw!”
He hurled the battle axe with full force.
Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam!
Instantly, everything in a straight line from him vanished—orcs, dwarves, or others.
“Argh!”
“W-what the hell?!”
“R-Rokan, what are you......?!”
Shrrrrrrk!
But it didn't end. Chains trailed the cannonball-like axe like a rope, swept by some force into motion.
“Wheel Wind!”
“Gaaahhh!”
“S-save me!”
“T-that guy's insane! Why PK here?!”
[Achieved 9,700 Continuous Kills!]
[Achieved 9,800 Continuous Kills!]
Reckless, but effective.
Users and dwarves caught in his assault were shredded, spiking his kill count.
Continuous kills counted kills, period—no distinguishing friend from foe.
[Achieved 9,900 Continuous Kills!]
The count rocketed to 9,900 in a flash.