Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 73



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Episode 73. The Battle of Mainnirun 2

I think it was a hundred thousand soldiers. In pre-modern times, it was common to exaggerate the size of one’s military force.

In the most absurd case, it is proudly written in history books that in Myanmar on Earth, they gathered 36 million elephants and an army of 10 to the power of 42. It is ridiculous.

However, in the descriptions up to now, the fact that there were 1 million or 800,000 troops was not something they claimed themselves, but rather it was said that there really were that many people.

Of course, from an objective standpoint, there is no reason to lie. And Datang and Shuzor rarely exaggerated the numbers of their forces. It was just that they used different concepts of numbers, and the concept of numbers was not properly understood either. Above all, since this was the world’s first great war, it was difficult to tell whether there were many or few numbers.

You could say that they just didn’t distort history very well. Everyone was saying that they had a lot of troops, and that was part of psychological warfare.

But either Darton was just not interested in it, or he really did have that many people, so he proudly declared that he had a million soldiers.

And we actually experienced a crushing defeat where 800,000 people were wiped out with 1 million people going in. But even then, we saw the strange phenomenon of 10 million reserve forces being selected.

How was this possible? Fundamentally, it seems right to see that there was an area that overpowered the prehistoric administrative power issues.

That is precisely the desire.

Great All-Chaun. Mainiran, its laws and history… All-Chaun established a system that was completely loyal to it, and condemned and expelled all who rejected it as traitors.

The authority of the All-Chaun was so great that in prehistoric times, he could gather an army of one million men, let 800,000 of them die, and then select a reserve force of ten million.

And the same was true for Liwaduwan of the Shujor Alliance.

In the first place, there is no way that a group consisting of the Patchar people who have been at war for tens of thousands of years, the Borin people who are prone to conflict, the Iyakan people who were enemies, and others, could be properly united.

But Liwaduwan did it by positioning himself as the antithesis of All Chaun. Liwaduwan is the god of war who descended into reality, and the Shujor Alliance is truly united in his greatness.

You could call this all dictatorship, but hey, this is prehistoric times. In this era, dictatorship was the norm.

However, it was certain that Daton’s system was a relatively backward form consisting of the laws of the previous world and spirit magic, while Shujor was a more advanced······. It was a country with a so-called ‘system’.

In that respect, Liwaduwan was not only the god of war, but also the god of administration.

Considering that war was originally more about the capabilities of the supply officers and the clerical skills of the headquarters than the bravery of the soldiers, Liwaduwan may have truly been the god of war.

However, the opponent is cold.

A wise god from Daton who has literally lived for ten thousand years.

He commands the living incarnation of fire, Datang Oram, and beside him stand the immortal sages, the Mainirons, each with their own mysteries.

The place where they gathered was Mainirun, the sacred jewel palace where heaven and earth are closest.

Will Liwaduwan be able to conquer this great Mainilun?

If not, then why did you come to this Mainilun?

Let’s check it out for yourself now.

“Stop it! You have to stop it at all costs!”

As the Shujor Alliance’s large army advances, Datang hurriedly dispatches troops to cut them off.

However, the Shuzor army has an absurd fighting power that counterattacks and advances despite being attacked from the rear and flanks. Even the large-scale cavalry force, which is Datang’s greatest strength, takes a long time to gather once the enemy enters the middle of the grassland.

“Oh, no! Even if we gather a few troops, they will all die! We can’t charge into such a well-organized formation!”

“So are we just going to watch them head towards Mainirun?”

“But you (local governor)! There really is no way! If we don’t gather at least several dozen times as many troops as we have now and charge in······.”

I know because it’s a grassland. If you charge with a cheap cavalry, you’ll be crushed.

Four hundred thousand in Patchar, two hundred thousand in Lulmolo, five hundred thousand in Borin, and a hundred thousand monsters they brought with them, and the brainwashed spirit beasts. There are also Iyakan and Yongsimbyeong who command dragons, and a dragon army that is half that number.

It was a huge force that could literally take Datang. While this huge force was scattered and gathered into one point, the local officials simply ignored it and let it pass by.

That was a huge mistake to begin with, and the bigger problem is that there is no way to stop it now. In the end, the commanders of the defense forces had no choice but to make the following choice.

“All gather at the Holy Land! We must never allow them to violate Mainnirun!”

All of this was obvious to me, and I felt that if they continued on this path, either a great battle would unfold in the Holy Land or the surrounding villages would be annihilated.

“Gather all the fighting forces to the Holy Land! And evacuate the civilians! At the very least, they must not be left in the path of Shujor’s advance!”

And hundreds of thousands of soldiers are gathering in the holy land. They gather all of the spirits who were serving as reserves and the troops from nearby villages, leaving only the bare minimum, and prepare for the ‘Battle of Mainilun’ that is sure to occur.

The Datons are convinced that perhaps the most catastrophic battle in history is about to take place. And the Shujor Alliance remains unwavering even as they march through the middle of enemy territory.

And, near Mainilun, hundreds of thousands of troops face each other on the border of the Holy Land.

All Chaun rode confidently out in a palanquin.

From the top of the Onra Dobang, which is higher than anyone else’s, with the Datang Oram on his head and the Vachat Beram dancing around him, he looks up at the army led by Liwaduwan with determined eyes, as if he will block any attack with his own strength.

The same goes for the other Minniruns. Marech, who is of no help in terms of combat power, is leading the evacuation of the residents, but all the Chauns and Minniruns of ‘Ol Datun’ have gathered here in the holy place.

“Damn. I knew this would happen before I got old.”

All Chaun grumbles. Then the other Minnie Runs nod their heads in agreement.

“We were too complacent.”

“But it was a huge gamble to get past the castles, and we succeeded. What would we have done if even one of the soldiers in the castle had come out to stop us?”

“Probably because they were sure there wouldn’t be any attacks.”

“That’s right. If it’s Lee Wa-du-wan, then it wouldn’t be strange if he could see through all of our psychology.”

The Minnie Runs surprisingly acknowledged Liwaduwan.

It’s true that he’s someone I hate, but if he wasn’t competent, there wouldn’t be anything to hate.

Liwaduwan was truly a military lord, and his abilities were highly rated even in the minds of the Minniruns, to the point where it was impossible to say whether it was overrated or appropriate.

The two armies are lined up against each other. Datang does not dare to advance first.

It’s not just that the Shujor Alliance was able to get things underway quicker, but it’s also because I have no idea what Liwaduwan is thinking.

And then he shows up.

Liwaduwan. I knew it the moment I saw it. Even though it was from afar, it gave off a completely different vibe from Patchar.

Daton and Patchar’s excellent eyesight gave them the effect of seeing each other’s faces straight on, even from that great distance.

The wise god Ol Chaun and the god of war Liwaduwan look at each other.

All Chaun thought that Liwaduwan was older than he thought.

Liwaduwan thought that this was the real deal. He was a formidable opponent who couldn’t be dealt with head-on.

However, Liwaduwan laughed as if nothing had happened. And with a simple spell of raising his voice, he shouted so that the Datons in the distance could hear his voice clearly.

“I will give you a chance.”

It was a surprisingly gentle voice.

“Surrender. Come on.”

“surrender?”

The question of the all-powerful man was clearly heard by the ears of the Patchar tribe who had entered the ultra-high-power zone. Liwaduwan spoke again.

“If you surrender, I promise to treat you equally. Not like you did to us, where you treat us like half-livestock, half-slaves who are not worthy of blessings, but as proper ‘subordinates’. That’s how it is for the first and second generations, and from the third generation onwards, you will be free. I will also guarantee the treatment of the Mainirans.”

“······.”

“If you refuse, it will be an eternal war. Surrender. Come on. This is the last mercy I am giving you.”

This whole thing was amazing.

Everything it said was mind-blowing.

All Chaun is not so arrogant that he can never bend the knee to anyone, but isn’t it a bit harsh to talk to me like that?

All the while, the fireworks make a loud noise.

“Ha! That’s ridiculous nonsense…! No matter how well you fight, this is just a vast grassland, and it’s our base! When we kill one of you, yes, even if three of you die, you’ll be the ones who get wiped out. Why should we surrender?!”

In reality, I doubt that the exchange rate will be 1:3. It could be 1:2, or 1:1. In any case, in terms of the fact that even if you win, you will be completely wiped out, All Chaun’s point was very valid.

But Liwaduwan just laughed.

“Oh, come on. You still haven’t realized it. That’s a relief.”

“huh?”

“My final plan was completed because you guys were so stupid.”

“??”

“If you won’t surrender, then fine. Come on. Today is your last day.”

In an instant, the formation of the Patchar tribe changed simultaneously.

It felt like the movements before casting some great spell.

There is a very ominous feeling that makes it impossible to guess what it is. Daechi Daton is making a fuss, and Ol Chaun is also unable to hide his confusion.

“You, you, what the hell are you doing······.”

“The moment I fold these hands, everything is over.”

“what?”

Liwaduwan spreads his hands.

“six.”

“What are you talking about? It’s over!”

“five.”

“hey!”

“four.”

“Damn it! Castle Laurent! What is it? What is being prepared?”

“three.”

“Mom, I don’t know! What did you prepare?”

“two.”

“Everyone, get ready!”

“one.”

“I’m going to sleep now! I’m going to sleep······.”

And all six fingers of Liwaduwan were folded.

At that moment, Liwaduwan forcefully swung his folded hands downwards.

bang!

“Eww!”

A scream that even the elite soldiers could not bear. And the light and thick smoke that erupted along with the roar.

“Okay! Today’s datang is over!!!”

The moment Liwaduwan said that, hundreds of thousands of Datuns gathered there all looked at him.

“ah.”

At that moment, Ol Chaun felt that this situation was somehow uneasy.

A phenomenon that feels like something I’ve experienced several times before.

The phenomenon he had been longing for.

And this is something that should never happen now.

“AAAAAHHHHH! I got hit!!!”

First condition. The lives of all of Daton will change completely.

Second condition. A lot of Datons will have very strong feelings towards him.

Third condition. No one will really know what he has done.

All conditions are met.

The shedding has begun. Liwaduwan’s old body is rejuvenated not by flames but by immense magical power.

The wrinkled face straightens, and the look in his eyes changes. His hair, which has turned white from overwork and concentration, remains the same, but the luster there is that of a young man.

“Thank you for rejecting me. All right. I also wanted to live a long life. From now on, the ‘Eternal War’ begins.”

“Yayhoo!!!”

The Shujor allies, including the Patchar tribe, all let out a cheer.

“It is not yet time, but I will soon enter Mainnirun. Wait. The god of Daton, the god of war, will soon come to greet you.”

As time went by, the definition changed several times. Following Paron Echakado, who did not live in Mainilun, finally Mainilun, who could not enter Mainilun, appeared.

The ninth Mainirun is the military god of the Shuzor Alliance. ‘Shuzormiya Riwaduwan’

Now, the strategy of holding out is impossible. Now, the immortals, who are not even affected by the plague called Hanjutamal, will pound the Datang until it collapses.

“Stop it.”

“yes?”

“Why are you letting them retreat! Catch them! Stop them! Rekappa Seral!”

And Liwaduwan, who has reached the realm of Mine Nirun, stretches out his hand. A spiderweb-like barrier spreads out from his outstretched hand, blocking all the incoming fireballs and sticking to the ground, blocking the army with his own strength.

Perhaps because he had experienced two molts, his power was clearly overwhelmingly superior to that of the two mighty Mine Niruns.

“This is what it feels like. Being a wise god.”

And then he runs away naked.

Retreat is also a quality. All Chaun pursues with a fierce drive of the palanquin, but Liwaduwan and numerous sorcerers block the fireballs with poison and defensive walls.

In the end, the powerful poison made even Onlu Dobang, the first spirit beast, kneel for a moment. Ol Chaun was unable to pursue him to the end and just knelt in the palanquin, venting his anger.

A fierce chase ensued, but neither side achieved anything significant.

And the next time it comes it won’t be like this. The next army brought by the Shujor Alliance will literally destroy Datang.

Will the god of Daton be able to overcome this crisis?

And can the God of War continue this winning streak?

“Yes. I can’t leave it alone any longer.”

“All cold?”

“I wanted you to win. Every time I fought and won, you looked at me. But now, if I don’t move, I feel like I’m doomed.”

“Oh, my goodness.”

“I will give you one last chance. If the enemies come to Mainilun again, then I will end everything.”

The struggle that has become a showdown between the wise gods is now almost over.

They say it’s an eternal war, but it’s only going to end in 30 years at most.

Should we skip this one-sided and messy fight and move on to the final chapter of this great war, the Battle of Mainirun?

I didn’t really intend to leave it to All Chaun, but Daton can’t fight a war······.