Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 42



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Episode 42. The Evil 3

Ojo Lorun was delighted when Mainilun’s active support was decided. Castle Loran was against it, but he was even happier when he heard that Ol Chaun had pushed for the support.

“Huh. Are you jealous? I wonder if it’s because I’m a Minnie Runner.”

In any case, once you become a Mine Nile, you must stay together. Ojo Lorun is preparing to welcome the great All Chaun and the Mine Nileans next to him with great grandeur, and has sent word to as many people as possible to help him achieve his great deeds.

This was passed on to the Gigard and the Bark. They were very interested in the idea of ​​turning the desert into a lush, living land. It would certainly be a great spectacle to turn the entire desert into grasslands and forests, so other races also heard about it and came to visit.

Castelloran suggests cautiously.

“Things are getting bigger than I thought, shouldn’t we limit them?”

“If many people gather, wouldn’t the chances of success be greater?”

“But the burden is also great when you fail.”

All Chaun was wise. And he was clearly afraid of failure. He valued safety as much as progress.

But now it is not so. All Chaun himself is tired of depression. People are like that. The sadness that he has been ruminating on for thousands of years is a burden that he must bear, but at the same time, it is something that he truly hates.

‘How long am I going to have to be sad?’

It’s not unusual for a heartbroken person to come to this conclusion and become irritated, but that attitude only fuels the guilt and creates more irritability.

Eventually, Ol Chaun got tired of caring about such things.

“So what if we fail? Surely the plants won’t kill us all? Being humiliated isn’t the same as dying, right?”

“Umm······.”

As a scholar, he couldn’t accept it. That’s why Castle Laurent went north before the other Mainirans and met the rumored plant magician.

It was clear to her that Ozo Lorun was creating plants at will, using the power of other spirits.

Castloran rode his pet snail forward. Surprisingly, it was as fast as a person walking.

“Castle Laurent has arrived!”

As soon as those words came out, Ojo Lorun ran over and bowed down respectfully, for her respect was also directed to the Mainirans.

“Ojo Lorun. You have definitely discovered a new mystery.”

“Yes! This will be the mine run.”

“Well, I can’t seem to find it no matter how hard I try. Could you please tell me your theory? If you are also a Lauren (scholar).”

“Of course!”

And Ozo Lorun explained really hard. He said that plants are soon the crystals of life, and spirits are also the crystals of life, so he said that he could create them with his own logic.

Castello’s assessment, after hearing everything, was simple.

‘The theory is completely wrong!’

She knew how to tell the difference between a rambling rant and an unconvincing hypothesis. This was the former.

‘The earth and plants are separate, and plants are life······. They are as important as the sun and the moon. This is a novel interpretation, and it actually complements the imperfections of existing philosophy.’

Daughter’s religion, strictly speaking, was a philosophy of looking at the world rather than a belief. This is because the person who created the religion was Ol Chaun, and it was not created under any religious inspiration. Rather, it was something Ol Chaun thought the world was like that, and he gradually revised it as he reached an agreement with the people present.

In terms of Earth, it was nothing more than a crude combination of the extremely complex principles of the world, such as the theory of the four elements and the theory of yin-yang and the five elements, which existed before atomic theory.

And Laurent, the scholar, was very cynical about that philosophy. She was, so to speak, the only atheist in the Daughters. She calmly recognized the leap in logic.

‘But you haven’t really explained what the Red Moon is. Even the logic of how the Red Moon can be stopped with the power of plants is ambiguous. If the Red Moon creates a desert and kills all the plants, wouldn’t you kill them all even if you had the power to control plants? But in reality, Ozo Lorun creates plants in the desert.’

The problem was, Laurent couldn’t argue.

Because the theory works regardless of the nonsense. This is the first time this has happened. If a theory makes sense but doesn’t work in reality, you just have to fix the theory.

But what if the theory doesn’t make sense when it works in practice? Laurent knew that no matter what he said, it wouldn’t be convincing enough if there was no evidence that it actually worked.

“I don’t know. It’s beyond my understanding. So I guess it could be a minefield.”

That was all I could say. Ozo Lorun smiled brightly.

The best of Datang’s forces have gathered together, as it requires tremendous will, magic power, and spirits. All of Chaun and the four Mainniruns. The four great spirit beasts, the lesser spirit beasts to help, and numerous spirit stones, Homu to replenish the magic power. In addition, many other resources.

People gathered in greater numbers than ever before to create a minefield. In Datang alone, they mobilized a whopping 3 million people who had not been clearly affected by the Hanjutamal, 20,000 Gigards, 150,000 Barks, and so on, enough to turn a desert into a swamp with just manpower.

And in the center of the red moon, receiving all their attention, was Ojo Lorun. She was now at the peak of her life. How sweet are the eyes? The eyes and expectations of so many people seemed to send her flying into the sky.

Now you will reach that point. That point that only five people have reached so far. You will reach the point that is closest to heaven and earth.

“Let’s goeeeeeeeeee!”

She fired her flame into the sky, which was the signal for the four Chauns and Spirits stationed in each area to simultaneously pour their power into the earth.

Fields, swamps, hills, and forests.

To transform the desert into a landscape full of vegetation. It is wet and flat, and the sand has become soil, but no plants have yet grown.

“Now is the time!”

Then Manum Lapang levitates the incarnation of the moon, Vachat Beram, into the air and pours moonlight on it.

Quick.

And in that place where the earth was gathered, under the red moon shining down, a bud sprouted.

“Okay!”

And the sprouts sprout and gradually rise. The magic power is endless. The magic power overflows endlessly. Ojo Lorun is literally soaking in pleasure and stands tall.

“Oh!”

“It’s true! Trees grow in the desert!”

“There’s grass growing on the ground too!”

It was an incredible sight. Even under the direct rays of the red moon, the plants were growing. They were towering in a size I had never seen before.

But it is not enough. One tree is not enough to turn the desert into a lush forest. Ojo Lorun cries out.

“All right! Now is the time! The flames of Datang Oram!”

However, while watching that, Ol Chaun was thinking of something else.

“?”

The other Daturns and the Main Runners, who had thought that he would actively participate since he had directly applied, all tilted their heads.

But I didn’t find it as strange as I had thought.

Because Ol Chaun, who had lived a long life and witnessed all kinds of mysteries, felt something strange now.

“Castle Laurent?”

“yes?”

So I asked the smartest person next to me.

“I’m talking about making plants. The power of the spirit tree doesn’t seem to have anything to do with it. Is it just me?”

“······.”

“No, of course it doesn’t seem like it’s completely useless. Since there are no plants growing in the desert, it might at least play a role in regulating the water and temperature. But it doesn’t seem like the plants are created using the power of the spirits.”

“I think so too. The theory was nonsensical, and now that we’ve actually tested it on a large scale, we understand. The power of the spirits has no effect on the growth of plants.”

“The reason you made such a big tree is because you gave it a lot of magic power······. But then let me ask you something. If it’s not the power of the spirits or the power of will that makes it grow, then what power do you use to do that?”

Kaslauren didn’t answer. In her view, there was no force that made the plants grow.

And, upon seeing this sight, Ojo Rorun was overcome with a truly dizzying feeling.

‘Why, why? Isn’t the Lord of All Nations looking at me?’

‘What are you talking about with Castle Laurent?’

‘Are you abandoning me? No! It’s my time now. You have to pay attention to me.’

‘Do not abandon me! Great All-Chaun!’

The tree, which was already growing well, has grown twice as much. And its height too.

“uh?”

Those who were watching could not help but notice. Ojo Lorun desperately tried to make the tree grow larger and larger, as if to make people look at him.

The stem grows endlessly, and the roots naturally grow thicker and spread wider. And the tens of thousands of branches grow even larger than the roots, spreading out as if they were going to block out the sky. Millions of leaves, hundreds of millions of fruits······.

“What the hell is that thing doing?”

The tree has now grown two or three times as tall as the Mainnirun in the Holy Land. Even with the endless supply of magical power, this is excessive.

Before that, everyone felt a little scared. Just the fact that it was huge made people awe-inspiring. A tree that surpassed the limits of trees they knew. Everyone trembled at the tree that had already grown as big as a hill.

Bam.

A branch broke off as it grew, and fell down with a thud. Fortunately, no one was crushed by the falling branch, as the crescent moon Vachat Beram, floating in the sky, caught it in midair and slowly dropped it. However, everyone who saw the shape of the branch frowned.

“What is this tree?”

The leaves growing on the branches are all different in shape. The shape of the branches is also strange. It seems as if other trees have been grafted onto them and then grafted on endlessly, and the leaves, flowers, and fruits are all mixed together in a mess.

As the tree grew larger and its branches became tangled, more and more fallen plant debris fell. The distortion of the plant was now too much to bear.

It was scary. It was an obvious deformity. There was a strange feeling there, like a mixture of human and animal limbs.

All Chaun couldn’t just sit by and watch this happen.

“Stop! That’s enough. Everyone, stop looking over there and get out of here!”

The sound was very clear to Ojo Lorun.

“Ah. No! No! I can do more!”

His voice was trembling and blood was flowing from every pore on his face. Ojo Lorun, who was in the middle of a seven-hole bloodbath, was clearly not in a normal state.

Ojo Rorun, whose body had already aged and become like an old tree due to gathering too much magic power, cried out.

“Heaven! Moon! Give me strength! Make me, make me a great being, a minenirun······!”

The prayer was terrifying before it became pathetic.

But there is one thing in the world more terrifying than a person shouting a prayer that has no effect.

What I mean is, prayers that shouldn’t reach are reaching.

Blink. The red moon in the sky momentarily emitted light.

It was as if he was saying, “Okay.”

At that moment, nearly all of the millions of people present looked up at the sky.

“ah.”

It’s probably not a matter of courage that All Chaun felt the greatest fear in his life.

The heavenly bodies respond to the strong wind. At that moment, the gaze of the red moon was met with the gaze of three million people. And it was directed to the tree and the woman who gathered it.

“Dee re······!”

Before the spell can even be completed, the greatest celestial blast since the creation of the world pours down from a single point in the desert north of Dator.