Chapter 69
Chapter 69
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: 33. Okua (1)
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Yuri sliced through the tendril extending from the pitch-black mass. And right away, he was smashed into the ground by Okua's fist.
The black sorcerer cried out in shock.
Lying prone, Yuri grinned.
"Cool, right?"
Yuri tried to stand, but his body wouldn't obey.
It tilted uncontrollably.
Then, suddenly, a dark shadow engulfed him.
Lifting his gaze, he saw Okua looming there.
Its long arms, packed tight with muscle, were raised high toward the sky.
The fist at the end looked just like an iron hammer.
"You ready to die?"
Instead of answering, Okua slammed its arm down.
Yuri blinked as the fist hurtled toward him.
He knew he should dodge, but his body wouldn't respond.
Was this how he'd die?
Fail even in his second life?
Still, there was one consolation.
Honor.
He hadn't sullied it.
In his past life, he'd survived like a coward, but this time, he'd die with honor.
Yuri forced the corners of his mouth upward.
That was the moment.
Gal!
A bizarre shout echoed thunderously around them.
His vision blurred, and something filled it completely.
He saw someone's broad back.
Yuri let out a sigh of relief.
He'd braced himself for death, but he'd survived again.
As fresh blood rose in his throat, Yuri spat it out and muttered,
"What took you so damn long..."
Moyong Chan replied,
"Sorry."
"Just know it."
"Step back for now."
Yuri, about to crack a joke, suddenly realized how flawless his pronunciation was. When Moyong Chan got serious, his continental tongue was perfect.
"Yes, sir."
Yuri shook his head and crawled to the side. Glancing back as he went,
he saw Okua glaring down at Moyong Chan, its face twitching.
The moment had arrived: Okua and Moyong Chan facing off.
Here, the fate of the Allied Forces would be decided.
"Your Highness!"
Rolang rushed over and helped Yuri up.
The black sorcerer shouted something, and Okua tried to pursue Yuri. But Moyong Chan blocked its path.
Okua growled.
"Your opponent's me."
Moyong Chan's robes fluttered. Even facing the massive Okua, he didn't look small at all.
With Rolang's help, Yuri escaped the vicinity.
"Are you all right?"
"I need a moment to regulate my Mana Circulation Method."
"Understood. I'll stand guard."
"Thanks."
Once away from Okua, Yuri sat and steadied his inner energy. An Orc Warrior approached, but Rolang's presence made it hesitate.
Trusting him, Yuri closed his eyes.
The energy of Heart-Soul Severing caressed his meridians.
Suddenly, the ground shook.
With eyes still shut, Yuri murmured,
"So it begins."
Moyong Chan and Okua had clashed. The waves of their auras shook Yuri's body.
Yuri chuckled lowly.
"I did it after all. One-on-one."
Moyong Chan glared at Okua, reining in his anger.
He'd fallen victim to the monster's dark sorcery illusion.
If it had been something utterly absurd, it wouldn't have worked.
But the notion of fighting one-on-one at full strength wasn't entirely wrong—it had dominated his mind.
That hesitation had kept him from intervening.
And as a result, Okua had kept growing stronger.
Up close, he could see it clearly.
That hulking body had been remade by dark sorcery. Orcs already defied natural order, but Okua went beyond even that.
It was an abomination forbidden to the mortal world.
"Today, I'll end you and bring down the Black Star."
He raised his sword, pointing it at Okua.
Pure energy rippled forth.
The secret inner energy passed down in the Qingcheng Sect met the clear aura, flowing even more solemnly.
Then, something strange happened.
Okua straightened its back, standing tall.
Moyong Chan was a bit taken aback.
Okua had never spoken like a person before. At best, it growled or roared.
So he'd assumed it was a puppet controlled by that black sorcerer.
But now it was using language.
Continental, at that.
And its voice was beyond expectations.
A soft, mellow baritone with precise pronunciation. If you closed your eyes, you'd picture a handsome young man.
"Okua. Were you just playing dumb this whole time?"
Okua laughed.
It raised its hand.
Black mist flowed from its fingertips. At that, the nearby black sorcerer prostrated himself before Okua.
Okua stroked the sorcerer's head.
It was almost like comforting him.
Then Okua spread its fingers wide.
Its massive hand, fitting its bulk, crushed the sorcerer's skull in an instant.