Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 74



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Episode 74. The Battle of Mainnirun 3

Datang could not hold out any longer.

To be exact, it means that you can’t win by holding on. I know that becoming a Mine Run doesn’t make you immortal. In short, even Paldin Koa has a lifespan and changes his body every time.

However, there were two counterexamples. Paron Echakado and Giriwang Darida were mixed race Bark people with clearly limited lifespans, but they lived long lives. This was the result of the awakening of the Daton fire gene within their bodies.

However, Liwaduwan is a pure-blooded Patchar. In other words, there should be no such fire genes······. It is too early to be relieved. Patchar and Daton are genetically much closer than Bark and Daton.

“There’s a Patchar who received the baptism of fire?!”

“Yes, yes. Powerful sorcerers usually have high affinity for spirits, and the Patchar tribe were able to receive the Baptism of Fire once or twice. That’s why they were able to live to be around 140 years old······.”

“Then what about Liwaduwan’s case?”

“Considering the power of a sorcerer he possesses and the affinity he feels for spirits, he could probably receive infinite amounts······.”

Infinite lifespan. Liwaduwan has truly become a wise god. He is finally on the same level as All Chaun and Mainirun.

And if they are on the same line, Liwaduwan is definitely faster. The Datang and Shuzor alliance fought 67 times over 30 years, and out of those 67, they only won 3 times.

Even he was beaten harder afterwards, as if this was a defeat planned by Liwaduwan.

Eventually, by the 30th anniversary, the southern part of Datang had been completely encroached upon.

From now on, you will see Mainilun in the barracks of the Shujor Alliance. It is not just because the Patchar tribe has good eyesight.

The advance of the Shujor Alliance was halted for a moment by the arrival of a storm. It was a night of waiting for the storm to pass. Liwaduwan was enjoying a banquet with his men before the final advance.

“Liwaduwan. How do you feel now that victory is at hand?”

Liwaduwan simply responded to such questions with a question.

“why?”

“yes?”

“Why is victory so close? Do you think you will win the war?”

You should never be confident of victory. That is arrogance. You should always think of war as geography and prepare for it.

This was Liwaduwan’s teaching, but the adjutant did not follow it properly.

When Liwaduwan glared at him, the adjutant lowered his head in embarrassment.

“I, I was drunk and said something nonsense.”

“I hope you only make stupid remarks when you’re drunk. That’s unless you want to see your next available force cut in half.”

“Yes. Yes!”

Liwaduwan actually didn’t let his guard down, which is rather surprising.

Even though he has been winning for decades, he never lets his guard down. He is always ready to give his all and crush his opponents when fighting them.

It’s not easy. But Liwaduwan did it. That’s why he thinks of the battlefield even in the banquet hall.

He thinks of his final opponent, who will be in the holy land he has longed for.

All Chaun. A wise god who has lived for over 10,000 years. The one who brought fire to this world. The strongest spirit master. The ancestor of all Datons.

He is the strongest and the first Daton. At least that’s what Liwaduwan knows.

The Datang Oram he always carries is also the sun that has descended to the earth. The living embodiment of fire. The true king of fire who devours all spirits.

All Chaun and Datang Oram are said to have never been defeated. At least before the construction of Mainilun, there was something resembling a crisis, but since then, no one has been able to withstand the flames of All Chaun and Datang Oram.

Going to fight against such things. As a challenger, Liwaduwan tried to coolly understand the power of Ol Chaun. The past 30 years can be seen as a kind of testing ground to see the true power of Ol Chaun.

And I concluded that maybe I could win.

All Chaun is certainly strong enough to be divine, but that doesn’t mean he has infinite power.

But I knew one thing. I could lose. Because All Chaun had probably reached a level that only two people in history have ever achieved.

“The realm of the gods······.”

He was already Liwaduwan 30 years ago. He was chosen by the stars as a hero, not as a tactician, but as a sorcerer, and he called himself a god.

Following that, he was cast out by Daton, who was infinitely afraid of him, into a minefield of fear.

Liwaduwan did not know exactly what this ‘de-echoing’ was, but he knew that it was something that elevated a person to a different level from others. It had happened several times in the history of the Patchar tribe.

Perhaps something to do with the mystery. Champion.

Among the hunters of the Patchar tribe, some of the strongest ones would display powers beyond human capabilities, becoming, so to speak, ‘heroes’.

And while the shamans of the Patchar tribe were themselves ‘heroes’, there were also cases where the shamans became ‘heroes’ and were able to cast more powerful spells.

But what he experienced after being chosen by the stars and becoming Liwaduwan was different from that.

“Once you shed your shell, you become a hero. Twice you shed your shell, you become a god.”

I don’t know for sure, but Liwaduwan thought that the reason for his immortality and his inability to age was not due to some kind of baptism by fire.

Perhaps, Ol Chaun is one of only two ‘twice-molded beings’ along with himself. He is a being who can truly be called a god. He is on a different level from other Mine Niruns who have only molted once.

It is probably their nature to become immortal after shedding their shells just once, but it is probably common for all races to live forever after shedding their shells twice.

That’s why Liwaduwan could never let his guard down. He and he were on the same level. Originally, he wouldn’t have dared challenge him, but now that he was on the same level, he was finally on the same level.

So he sipped his wine and thought only about his opponent.

The storm has passed. The Patchar are now ready to set out.

The Holy Land was surprisingly quiet. Was it a surrender? Or was there an army inside Mainirun?

I don’t know. Liwaduwan was worried.

“······.”

And the closer you get, the clearer it becomes. As you reach the realm of the gods, your more developed senses perceive everything on the battlefield.

“There is only one.”

“yes?”

“There’s only one person left······.”

As the army approaches, a wall of fire appears in front of them, accompanied by shouts telling them not to come in.

Liwaduwan did not understand this strategy.

All of this alone, I don’t think I’m going to be able to deal with the 100,000 sorcerers and 200,000 demon pilots gathered here, or the 1 million soldiers combined······.

Does this mean that only one person should come in? Or a meeting? Surrender? Or did Daton abandon Ol Chaun and run away? Or did he let all the Datons run away and leave Ol Chaun alone?

I don’t know. Liwaduwan tries to suppress the fierce flames with his magic, but it seems that the power of All Chaun in that building called Mainilun is infinite. That’s why he just shouts.

“What are you doing! Come on! Surrender or a tantrum! Just suppress this fire and pass!”

The answer was fire.

A huge fire condenses on the top of Mainilun and then shoots out fiercely. I don’t know what ‘Rekappa Nyeol Seral’ means, but I know it’s a technique to throw powerful fire that explodes.

Liwaduwan responds by extending his hand. The spider monster behind him gives him strength. Liwaduwan, a powerful sorcerer and a monster contractor, creates a fire-blocking barrier in the air. It is similar to a spider’s nest, but it is a barrier made of magic instead of thread.

I don’t mean to underestimate the power of God, but if it were on par with what happened before, it would be more than enough to stop it.

As soon as Liwaduwan struck the house, thirty thousand sorcerers added their strength and formed a thicker wall to prevent any damage.

Kwakwakwakang!

And the barrier they formed just bursts when hit by a fireball.

A living fireball shoots out at Liwaduwan, who was casting a spell at the very front, and melts his arm.

“?!?!”

When the right arm that had been with him his entire life melted away, Liwaduwan suddenly realized something.

“As everyone knows, there is a level of ‘hero’ among people. The level and stage of a hero varies depending on the nation, mystery, and culture, but they are categorized as follows.”

A sophisticated teacher explains from the bottom up, drawing an easy-to-understand pyramid-shaped diagram on the blackboard.

“First, there are the ordinary people. They are those who have neither become heroes nor have obtained the mystic. In order to obtain the mystic, both the mind and body must be trained. No mystic can dwell in a turbid mind and a weak body. This is largely due to the influence of race, but it is also related to laziness. However, this stage can be overcome with effort.

It is about obtaining the mystery. Now, it is easy to obtain the mystery in the world, but in the past, it was very difficult to obtain. The more you train the mystery, the higher the level, but there is a limit to the level of the soul. When this level of the soul is high, you advance to the next level.”

Then draw the second layer from the bottom to the top. You can see that the two are equal because they are separated by a diagonal line.

“The first way to raise the level of your soul is to become a noble person. The will and desire of many people from the past or living in the present gather together to raise the level of your soul. In this case, you will be able to contain greater mysteries.

The second way is to become a master. As you train your mysticism, your soul level will naturally increase. It would be good if you could do both at the same time. Fame and training. Both will increase your soul level. Either way, there is a limit to how much you can raise your soul level with this method. That is when you will hit a wall.

From now on, no matter how much will and desire you gather, you will not be able to reach the next level. This is why celebrities and politicians who receive the attention of millions do not become strong.

However, if there is a mystery, it is different. Depending on the mystery that has been trained, the method is different, but in the end, at the moment when the trigger occurs in the great soul. Shedding occurs.”

And the third layer of the pyramid that had been ascended was divided into three. This was, so to speak, the realm of Mine Niran.

“From the third floor onwards, it is superhuman. It is beyond human limitations.

The first is a great man. When people’s aspirations are not just strong but reach their limit and change the world itself, and when everyone’s world view changes completely, then the person is liberated. The so-called Main Niren of Datang are generally such people.

Secondly, there is the immortal. This is the state where the mysticism is refined to the extreme and the mind and body are completely shed as mysticism.

The third is the constellation. Those chosen by the stars become constellations and radiate the power of the stars themselves. And if someone is a great person, a good person, and a constellation, then they can now enter the fourth stage.”

The fourth stage is what Liwaduwan calls the ‘second shedding’ stage.

“The fourth stage. If one is a great man, a good man, a saint, and someone who is greatly admired, then one has become a saint. An immortal being who exudes overwhelming and infinite mystery… who never ages and never declines physically or mentally.”

And finally, the teacher points to the fifth layer, the realm that occupies the top of the triangle.

“The final stage. If you are an adult and have successfully shed your shell for some reason that has not yet been determined, you will arrive here. There have been only a handful of people in history who have reached this position, but it is certain that the first person to reach this state of a divine being has been passed down. Now. Everyone knows the name very well, right? Shall we all call it together?”

“All cold!!!”

Liwaduwan screams as his arm is burned off. His pet spider spins a silk thread to create a makeshift arm for him.

For the first time in his life, Liwaduwan felt fear.

“Yes, you succeeded in shedding your shell for the third time!”

Since when? Recently? During the Thirty Years’ War? Or before? Or maybe······.

Before you were born?

But the answer was simply dismissed.

“Reka!!!”

The surroundings are set ablaze as if by an explosion. Datang Oram, which was attached to the altar of Mainilun, rises and raises a second sun in the sky, mercilessly shooting fireballs at the million soldiers surrounding the holy place.

If I had used that flame the other day, my fellow tribesmen who had gathered at Mainirun would have been burned instead.

That’s why I excluded all of them. If you’re not alone, you’ll end up killing your own kind.

And, it’s okay to be alone.

Man cannot overcome God.

So Datang brought God.

“Datang Oram! Diup Cockjuta!!!”

Flames burst from the wall of fire surrounding the Holy Land. A radial, burning disaster engulfed the million-strong army of the Shujor Alliance.

The power car is 1 to 1,000,000

Or, the most powerful incarnation of fire before or since history, versus a single Stone Age prehistoric human being, one million people.

That is how the Siege of Mainirun, considered one of the most absurd wars in history, began.