Chapter 195
Chapter 195
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 195
Chapter Title: Operation Ant-Man (1)
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Though there had been that earlier rampage, Etchi didn't stop Rokan.
She chalked it up to him being a berserker, and at least it seemed he didn't lose his reason when activating his master skill.
Knowing that the cooldown on Rokan's master skill, Gale Incarnation, reset incredibly quickly, she decided to trust him one more time.
“Keep firing!”
That didn't mean she would just sit back and watch.
Her forces continued their siege on their end, while Rokan slipped out alone and headed toward Tchillaman Fortress on foot.
‘What to go with.'
As he moved at a brisk pace, Rokan's mind was incredibly complicated.
It wasn't that he didn't know how to breach it—every method seemed viable.
From the ground, underground, or air. Rokan could approach from any direction, and he was confident he could bring down the walls.
“Digdog.”
After a moment of deliberation, he made his decision.
He could use Kai, now a giant earthworm, or mount his red steed and turn himself into a powerful battering ram, but that would make it hard to shine properly.
Using up part of Gale Incarnation's duration to smash the gates and walls would just benefit others.
Better to bolster the dwarves' siege capabilities instead.
Thud thud thud thud.
Digdog began its movement, playing to its strengths—straight underground.
It could soften tough bedrock and burrow through easily, so digging into the plains' soil was child's play.
Rokan and Digdog quickly picked up speed, plunging deep underground before turning toward Tchillaman Fortress and advancing.
Tap tap.
They soon reached the base of the fortress walls.
“That's pretty deep.”
Perhaps because Tchillaman Fortress was a vital stronghold even for the orcs, the wall foundations extended far underground.
That's why the dwarves' catapults couldn't topple it easily—the roots were solid.
But what if those roots were attacked?
The wall material wasn't ordinary rock either; even Digdog would need time to smash through. But Rokan had another way.
“Legend Rider.”
The power he'd granted only to his heavenly bone horse and Kai exploded within Digdog.
“Ugh!”
Rokan nearly got squeezed underground as Digdog's body swelled instantly, but he twisted away quickly, separating from it.
[Triple Head Digdog]
It wasn't just bigger. Its muscles and claws hardened further, and two more heads sprouted from the sides of its original one—like the hellhound Cerberus guarding the gates.
But Rokan knew this wasn't merely a combat boost.
Digdog used its saliva to pierce hard rock.
Spit.
All three heads spat at once. The bluish walls of Tchillaman Fortress began to soften.
Not just more heads—the saliva's potency had improved.
Squelch squelch squelch.
The claw strikes followed, crumbling the sturdy wall roots.
'Fast.'
Rumble rumble.
At first, there was no real reaction.
But as time passed and the destruction spread wider, the vibrations grew fiercer.
From the surface, it felt like a minor tremor, but Etchi noticed the anomaly and focused the catapults' fire.
Boom!
The once-unshakable walls, even under direct catapult hits, finally changed.
Each impact shook them violently, and with a roar, they began collapsing.
“Burrow in!”
Sensing the shift from the underground tremors, Rokan immediately directed Triple Head Digdog.
Instead of retreating or digging deeper, it accelerated toward the enemy lines.
Pshhh.
Legend Rider's duration soon ended, returning Digdog to normal, but it had carved out plenty of space for Rokan to move.
“......Should've just tunneled through.”
On second thought, maybe he didn't need to collapse the walls, but whatever. A single tunnel could draw concentrated fire, and this suited his solo rampage better, so he sped up the digging.
Thud thud thud... plop.
Finally, they reached the surface.
Light leaked through the gap where Digdog's tunnel met the ground.
“Jump.”
Rokan leaped up without hesitation.
The dwarves hadn't caught up yet—too soon. He might draw focused fire, but that was welcome.
“Huh!”
“Enemy!”
“Tunnel, tunnel! Block them!”
[Title: Tyrant's effect deletes nearby enemy faction legion buffs.]
[Title: Tyrant's effect increases all stats by 15%.]
[Title: Tyrant's effect increases attack and defense against enemy faction NPCs by 15%.]
[Title: Tyrant's effect increases attack and defense based on number of nearby enemy faction enemies. Current effect: 50%.]
[Title: Slayer of Ten Thousand's effect increases attack and defense proportional to nearby combatants. Current effect: 50%.]
[Kill log against Orc race confirmed. All stats increase by 10%.]
[Title: Slayer of Ten Thousand's effect removes fear immunity from nearby entities.]
A flood of notifications followed.
Mostly title effects. The most significant was the overlap of the epic-grade titles Tyrant and Slayer of Ten Thousand.
Their effects would weaken as enemy numbers dropped, but that was plenty.
If he took out elites at peak title power, the rest would be easy.
“Gale Incarnation!”
So Rokan didn't hold back.
While tunneling and collapsing the walls, Gale Incarnation's cooldown had reset—he unleashed it without mercy.
Transforming into the war god that would bring despair and ruin to the orcs, he erupted in madness.
“Kraaaaaah!”
Was this what silence was?
Everything froze at Rokan's roar.
Class Experts rolled their eyes back and fainted, whites floating on green faces. Even Masters trembled under the pressure.
“Wheel Wind!”
And that was just the start. A storm of violent power swept the halted orcs.
Class Experts and Masters alike—slaughtered without distinction.
In under a minute, hundreds of sturdy orc warriors became corpses.
“You scum! Face me!”
Like the owner coming for a kicked dog, Rokan's ambush stirred chaos atop the walls.
An orc High Master guarding the fortress bellowed and leaped down at him.
Wielding a battle axe just like Rokan's.
Rokan retrieved his weapon swiftly, flashing a dark smile at the charging orc.
'Fool.'
Arrogant for not using a master skill right away. Reckless to dive from the air with no escape.
“Gale Slash.”
Just before clashing weapons in a contest of strength, a vortex of madness swirled around Rokan.
He activated the special skill embedded in his Sealed Gale Chains Battle Axe.
“Gahk......”
“......!”
A single gale whirlwind raged.
Faster than a wild dance, more destructive than a gale slaughter—the attack turned the airborne orc High Master into chunks of meat raining down.
Overwhelming might.
Orcs felt battle lust before fear against the strong, but this power left them shuddering. For the first time, terror gripped them—perhaps due to Rokan's titles.
“Heh heh heh, let's play before the interlopers arrive!”
In that suffocating silence, only Rokan rampaged.
They resisted desperately, but weapons sheared off or arms snapped, dangling uselessly.
Orcs, the pinnacle of strength among races, were utterly dominated in power by a human—the so-called weakest.
“You brainless green monsters, Etchi's here!”
“Let's see who's the true warrior!”
As even the remaining Masters lost their will to fight, the dwarf legions arrived to pile on.
They scaled the collapsed walls, unleashed combo skills, and trampled the stunned orcs.
“Huh, why are they like that?”
But even they soon halted, bewildered, scanning the bizarre battlefield atmosphere.
Half-dazed expressions.
Pale, bloodless faces you'd never expect on orcs.
The braggarts about honor and pride retreating.
Even dwarf warriors hesitated, as if they'd seen something they shouldn't.
Despite heads full of openings begging for axes and hammers, combat stalled.
'All the better for me!'
Catching it from the corner of his eye, Rokan ramped up his speed, slashing orc warriors and stomping corpses.
Most forces had been committed to the main clash with dwarves, so crushing one High Master left few real threats.
At best, two or three Masters. The rest mere Class Experts—Rokan thrashed them like scarecrows.
[Victory in the Tchillaman Siege.]
[Collect success rewards and special rewards in Lumaric Territory.]
Moments later, the system announced victory in the Tchillaman Siege.
In the Second Racial War, the first major win had been decided.
'Not bad.'
Dwarf players in the battle would gain magic-grade or higher titles by merit.
No victory scraps for humans or other races—regrettable, but Rokan grinned wide. He'd reaped far more than magic or rare titles.
Plus, no racial rewards, but merit rewards would come as promised.
“Whew, what a madhouse.”
Returning to Lumaric with the players, Rokan shook his head at the chaos.
But he was different. This wasn't ordinary merit.
[Tchillaman Siege Contribution Ranking: 1st]
[Collect special reward at Lumaric Castle.]
He was among the top ten for special rewards.
Relieved, he headed straight to the castle, where waiting soldiers guided him.
“Sweet, 7th!”
“Kekeke, this is why you gotta combo skills right.”
The other special reward recipients entering with him were so-so. Rokan's dominance left little room for regular players.
Thus, the other nine were mostly combo skill area attackers.
Not just raw power—they'd timed combos perfectly while others stripped orc defenses.
Some hit top ranks despite level 270.
“Silence! The lord awaits.”
“Eep.”
They chattered excitedly but were quickly hushed by dwarves. Even battle heroes couldn't be reckless before the lord.
“I've heard of your exploits. You've done a great deed. In praise of your merits, I bestow grand rewards.”
[Level up.]
The merit awards began.
Levels rose nicely by one each, with prior EXP preserved.
Massive EXP followed, plus quest rewards in inventory separate from the lord's prizes.
[Orc Clash Quest rewards settled.]
[Acquired Weapon Special Repair Ticket.]
[Acquired Armor Special Repair Ticket.]
[Acquired 50% Discount Coupon.]
[Select equipment to receive.]
[Acquired Special Equipment Crafting Ticket......]
Notifications piled up, items stacking in inventory. Finally, the lord's grandest reward.
[Acquired Tohwangchu (Unique).]
“......This?”