Chapter 248
Chapter 248
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 248
Chapter Title: Armageddon (2)
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The Fallen’s forces weren’t limited to corrupted followers, priests, and warriors. Though their immense power prevented them from brainwashing vast numbers, corrupted monsters stood by their side as well.
Thanks to that, the battle was quite fierce.
“Kai!”
In the meantime, Rokan summoned Kai. No matter how fiercely the blizzard raged, making flight difficult, this distance was still manageable.
By inflating his body to maximum size before moving, he wasn’t greatly buffeted by the wind.
He raced toward the pillar of light as swiftly as possible.
Fighting alongside them and advancing together might have been better, but the system alert that had just appeared made him impatient.
[Pillar of Ruin absorbs scattered power of corruption.]
[Pillar of Ruin absorbs massive deaths.]
[Ancient incantation, Armageddon, strengthens.]
[Resurrection of the Forgotten Race accelerates.]
[In 30 minutes, the Forgotten Race will resurrect.]
He arrived at the pillar of light.
As expected, a group waited below it.
‘Ragnarok.’
Ragnarok’s team members fixed sharp, piercing glares on Rokan. They unleashed their powers, trying to shoot down Rokan and Kai.
“Hmph!”
But it was a fool’s errand.
With precise control enabled through communion with Kai, who would dare take him down from range?
Rokan deftly evaded the attacks and hurled himself forward.
He plummeted like a red meteor.
“Block it!”
Boom!
Rokan hadn’t targeted them. Ragnarok’s fate was none of his concern.
Rokan slammed into the pillar of light.
To halt Armageddon’s casting.
“Urk.”
Yet the pillar didn’t budge an inch. At least, a single blow wasn’t enough to cancel the spell.
“Damn it.”
Rokan spat curses at the utterly unshaken pillar of light.
By then, Ragnarok had already begun their assault on him.
With no choice, Rokan unleashed his full power.
“Gale Incarnation! Gnome Five Brothers, Clone Summon! Rider of Legends!”
The clones inherited the full might of Gale Incarnation, joined by five master-level puppets and Kai, now evolved into a great peng!
This lineup was more than enough to obliterate Ragnarok.
But the issue was that the pillar of light reacted to Rokan’s power.
[Forgotten Being reacts to the remnant power that sealed it.]
[Forgotten Being’s consciousness awakens rapidly.]
[In 20 minutes, the Forgotten Race will resurrect.]
The entity poised to destroy the world was reacting to the chains sealing destruction, forcibly stirring to life.
As a result, the scheduled resurrection time advanced even further.
‘This is maddening.’
It seemed he’d misjudged.
Of course, maybe not. Better to face the rush head-on than have time suddenly plummet later.
But even that deliberation became moot.
[Forgotten Being reacts to its natural enemy.]
[Forgotten Being feels intense rage and terror together.]
[Forgotten Being’s consciousness fully awakens.]
[In 5 minutes, the Forgotten Race will resurrect.]
“Insane!”
What the hell was this now?
Natural enemy—who? What?
“Kuhahaha! I feared your weapon might thwart the grand undertaking, but it’s aiding us instead!”
At that moment, Odin erupted in mad laughter. Only then did Rokan piece it together.
The ice mass melting under the light of corruption. He realized what the being with madness-glazed eyes inside it was.
“Titan!”
The forgotten giant god race, Titan.
That was the true nature of destruction.
“So that’s what the natural enemy meant.”
Rokan glanced at his weapon, the Sealed Gale Chain Battle Axe, and bit his lip.
The Gale Being that slew the Titan. Apparently, it was the Titan’s natural predator.
“So that’s how it was.”
All the puzzles fell into place. The moment Odin’s reason for suddenly exiling him in his past life came to light.
He’d possessed the Sealed Gale Battle Axe back then too.
The name displayed differently, but it was the exact same item.
If Odin had allied with the Fallen then and learned of it...
Everything clicked.
To erase the Sealed Gale Battle Axe from the game, Odin had likely orchestrated it all.
Somehow, it felt liberating.
He’d gotten his revenge on Ragnarok and Odin—well, not quite revenge before, since he hadn’t known why. A corner of his heart had felt stuffy.
Now, he could crush them with everything he had.
“Alright. Let’s see you try!”
Rokan switched tactics. He scrapped any idea of stopping the Titan’s resurrection entirely.
Odin. Ragnarok.
He started smashing them thoroughly first.
“No, you lunatic!”
“You trying to take us all down with you?!”
Now Ragnarok panicked instead. They’d already sensed the vast power gap from the prior clash.
Their slim chance lay in striking while Rokan was distracted elsewhere, but with him fully refocused, they couldn’t endure.
Worse, most hadn’t recovered their master skill cooldowns yet.
The stronger the master skill, the longer the cooldown—typically a full day on average.
“Hold the line! Block, flee, whatever—just survive! We win once the Titan awakens!”
They shifted to defense, but Rokan’s attack power wasn’t something they could simply block.
It’d take a little longer, but dooming them was child’s play for Rokan.
[Armageddon completes.]
[The Forgotten Race, yearning for the world’s ruin, breaks free from its seal.]
[Forgotten Race: Titan]
[An aura of destruction blankets the world. Survive. And save the world.]
Precisely five minutes later, the Titan awakened from its seal.
“Damn, not Captain America or anything.”
“Krrraaaaaahhh!”
Upon breaking free from the ice, the Titan roared a madness-laced greeting.
Its overwhelming power froze everything in sight. Everything but Rokan.
Splat!
Ragnarok and the Fallen were included in that.
“R-Run!”
The Titan inherently craved the world’s end. No exceptions save its own kind.
Explosive fury from eons sealed in ice? It pulverized everything nearby in an instant, and the Fallen finally grasped their blunder.
Or perhaps to behold the world’s doom firsthand, they fled.
“I sense that damned mongrel’s aura!”
Only Rokan and the multi-race alliance remained.
Rokan didn’t bother pursuing the fleeing Ragnarok.
They’d just respawn anyway, and wasting Gale Incarnation’s duration on them was a shame.
Instead, he lifted his gaze and stared straight at it—the Titan.
A colossal figure at least four or five meters tall.
Its form bore striking similarities to Rokan’s current state. The skill had been modeled after Titans, after all.
More precisely, it mimicked Gale techniques inspired by Titans, but the outcome was comparable.
From the hulking muscles to the sheer, emanating might.
True to its title as the strongest race, it radiated fearsome presence.
[Frost Titan][Lv 417]
“Damn, not this then.”
As he readied to clash, Rokan glanced at his weapon.
The seal remained intact.
Confronting it apparently wasn’t the key to release.
He’d hoped unsealing the Gale Battle Axe would give him a fighting chance.
But no time for whining.
Rokan steeled himself once more, tightened his grip on the battle axe, and kicked off the ground first, charging at it.
“Rampaging Chariot!”
His hurtling body became a living cannonball aimed at the Titan.
Simultaneously, the Frost Titan hoisted its weapon, the war pick.
One wielded a hammer; the other, a sharp pickaxe or awl. It zeroed in on Rokan, capable of smashing or skewering.
“Overdrive, Time of Madness!”
Yet precision strikes demand flawless timing. He used his charge skill to throw it off.
Before the war pick’s tip struck his prior position, Rokan’s shoulder slammed into the Titan’s chest.
Boom!
Unlike others, no caved chest or shattered bones.
Impact registered, but nothing more. The moment hit home: a duel of peers.
‘No, if anything, I’m far inferior.’
No. Compared to the Titan casually unleashing Grand Master might, Rokan fell short by a mile.
Rokan owned the truth without arrogance.
Thus, forgoing raw physicality, he leaned on his battle-honed control to the utmost.
“Bounce!”
The Titan’s strikes were swift and crushing. Yet within Rokan’s grasp.
Pure deflection would strain, but a subtle angle let him smoothly parry.
“Strike of Ruin!”
Thud!
That single hit shoved the Titan’s frame back.
Amusing, jamming a Strike of Ruin into something dubbed Ruin—but the stakes were deadly serious.
[Frost aura clings to you.]
[Sealed Gale Chain Battle Axe’s power disperses the frost aura.]
[Nothing happens.]
Not a plain Titan, but one laced with elements. Frost aura adhered to every impact zone unbidden.
It slowed foes, inflicting frostbite or freezes on the vulnerable. Even Rokan had to tread warily.
Weapon clashes were countered by clashing superior gear, but a clean hit risked status effects on him too.
Purely on physical specs, it wasn’t beneath Rokan.
“Absolute Binding!”
Then, the partially recovered multi-race alliance jumped in. They unleashed combo skills and master skills to hound the Frost Titan.
Or tried to.
“No!”
Deciding to handle the annoying minnows first?
It sprang into action at once. Shelving its wrath for Rokan, it turned to butcher the softer targets.
“Worthless scum. I’ll chew you all to bits.”
Crunch crunch.
First casualty: the troll hunter.
A high master no less, yet snatched effortlessly, limbs cracked like twigs.
Straight into the Titan’s maw.
Shark-sharp, iron-hard teeth minced the troll high master’s flesh.
“Kaaaaahhh!”
The troll’s signature regeneration? Useless.
Others poured attacks to rescue the shrieking troll, but the Titan was beyond them.
Instead, it munched the troll’s remains while closing on the rest.
Skull-crushing blows, guts and thighs pierced like kebabs, riddled with holes. Shredded to rags.
Dozens of high masters toyed with and trampled like playthings.
“Crazy. That wasn’t its full strength...”
Only then did Rokan realize. The power it’d used on him wasn’t everything.
Revenge? Amusement? It had metered itself just enough for him.
Worse, Rokan wasn’t even a priority target.
It preyed solely on the panic-stricken high masters, slipping away when Rokan lunged.
Wary of the Gale-charged battle axe, perhaps—but humiliation burned Rokan’s face beet red.
“Time Reversal.”
Eyeing the alliance’s dwindling ranks, Rokan rewound time.
Back before Gale Incarnation, resummoning Kai to close in anew.
“Kuhuhu, human scum, given up?”
The Frost Titan, having carved through all foes, laughed in smug triumph. Rokan grinned right back.
One reason for resetting Gale Incarnation.
To restore its spent duration to maximum.
To settle things properly with it.
“Gale Incarnation.”
Rokan transformed into giant god form once more.
The ultimate power he’d hoarded, even against hordes of grand masters, now unleashed.
“Transcendent Awakening. Lion King’s Armaments...... Seal Release.”