Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 75



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Episode 75. Mainilun Battle 4 (+3 volumes review) (Revised on 1/14)

The third escape, as Liwaduwan calls it, or in other words, reaching the highest point that can be reached in this world, the divine being, was much earlier than Liwaduwan thought.

It was not even in the mythical era, strictly speaking, but in the olden days, when the first Vachat Beram descended into this world, that All Chaun realized the ‘second molt’.

Ol Chaun, who had been wearing the celestial magic that seemed to pour down endlessly from the sky, experienced his second escape. The first escape was when he fought the swamp demon. The second escape was when he prayed to the moon and was reborn as a saint.

Strictly speaking, it was a bit of a hack, and it took thousands of years to stabilize properly, but somehow, Daton’s immortal body managed to do it.

Specifically, at the end of the recession, when we prayed to the moon again, it stabilized. In other words, at the time of the reconstruction, this Chaun had already reached the level of a saint.

And then Ol Chaun meets the second saint. It was Osozouin Gulmyeong. She reached sainthood as a plant magician and as the chosen one of the red moon with the triangle. At that time, she was a little stronger than Ol Chaun.

So to speak, up until this point, there had not been a single adult in the world, except for the two children, Chaun and Osojo.

Of course. At that time, there was no one who had reached the third stage except for Mainiran.

The third molting occurred right at the end of the reconstruction period. In other words, the time when even dragons had not descended. During that long peace of 2,500 years, Ol Chaun succeeded in his third molting by chance.

“?”

All Chaun was embarrassed. In fact, it was the same for Datang Oram, who had also succeeded in shedding his shell like All Chaun.

“Huh?”

The fire spirit, who could be called his lifelong companion, grew up with him and saw the world, and always reached that level at the same time as he came.

Strictly speaking, Ol Chaun was the slowest to become a god.

He had an ordinary talent, but he had infinite lifespan due to the characteristics of the Daton race. And after living for literally ten thousand years, he reached that level naturally without any particular effort.

Considering that later generations of novice monks reached the state of sagehood in a short period of time, say a hundred or ten years, rather than ten thousand or a thousand years, this year’s Chaun was incredibly slow.

“Oh, really. How strange.”

“Goooosh.”

But even if you don’t know your goal, you will reach it if you keep walking.

Ten thousand years was enough time to transform a Stone Age spirit master from a slightly superior one into a great leader and reach the realm of spiritual mastery.

It is due to the endless worship and happiness of the Datons dedicated to him.

The Datons, who had reached the billions, expressed their endless gratitude to their ancestors, forefathers, and wise gods, Ol Chaun, for all the happiness and joy they could enjoy in life.

A natural shedding of his shell after hundreds of millions of steps of will and powerful emotions have tempered his soul thousands of times over ten thousand years.

The only time that All Chaun could fully demonstrate his power throughout the entire struggle was when he was blocking a ‘Great Calamity’ level dragon. There was no other reason for his silence.

“The Datons already depend too much on me. Parents watch over their children until they grow up and then let them go when they are fully grown. No matter how strong I am, I can’t solve everything with my own strength. Even if I could.”

“Datang Oram. We are Datang’s last resort. We must not come forward until everything we have achieved with our family is on the verge of collapse.”

“And even if that’s the case, let’s not step forward unless it’s a disaster that we absolutely cannot resist. Let our descendants overcome it on their own.”

And now we’ve crossed the threshold.

All of this has led to the recognition that Liwaduwan is now a disaster that cannot be stopped by Daton’s power.

You can be proud. Liwaduwan is truly recognized as a disaster that God must face.

“Datang oram! Betpa kakboka (Let the little brat pee)!”

Datang Oram stuck his mouth out toward the sky. If that giant fireball had a mouth, that is. And it sprang, sprang, sprang, sprang, and spawned countless smaller fireballs.

“uh?”

The memories of Daton dedicated to Datang Oram. The ancient warriors dedicated to Mainilun are revived in the form of fire.

They are incarnations of fire, numbering in the thousands.

It is not harmed by stones or trees, and can only be extinguished by pure mystery or water, which is too harsh on the common soldiers who make up a considerable portion of the force.

“The fire incarnations, block them, sorcerers! Regular troops, shut up and advance through the fire!”

The order to advance is given. However, the soldiers of the Shujor Alliance follow the order even if it means dying.

“Advance!”

Liwaduwan knew that he could never win a war of attrition.

This is the holy place with the highest magic density in the world. The magic power of the whole world is truly infinite. If you continue to endure, there is no way out.

So, the only force that is ahead is the pressure of numbers, and it is a decision made based on the judgment that no matter how powerful All Chaun is, it cannot burn a million people.

And it really did. The Holy Land is vast and the forces that know how to use the mysteries are considerable.

They can be damaged by attacks from monsters, or the regular soldiers can put out the fire by digging up the ground after a storm and pouring mud on it.

Datang Oram endlessly spawns fire incarnations, but the Shujor Alliance, which can be said to be the world’s best, effectively deals with them, and fiercely rushes towards the human-bodied Ol Chaun. In the end, the fight ends when you enter the Mainilun and capture Ol Chaun.

“I’m going to die! I’m going to die!!!”

That was until an order they had never heard before came from inside.

A spell that means, “Burn myself.” Even though the Shujor Alliance has met countless spirit masters, they have never understood what it means.

And as they watched the flames that exploded inside Mainilun melt the tens of thousands of people who had surrounded them, and All Chaun, who seemed to have merged with fire, walked out, they now knew what the spell was.

Now there’s no need to cast any other spells. With a wave of your arm, a pillar of fire will rise, with a step, a pit of fire will appear, and with an outstretched arm, a wave of flame will burn everything.

A spell that turns a person into a spirit. Some brave souls have been really brave enough to send arrows or spells there, but the stone arrows vaporize from the tip up and disappear.

“Ugh! Keuk!”

Now the whole atmosphere is boiling, and I can’t even breathe or speak. I can’t touch the ground, I can’t stand up, and when I try to run away, the earth melts and flows like water.

There is nothing left where the fire in the shape of a man descended. As it kicks the ground, flames shoot out from behind and propel it forward. In the distant future, it would have been like rocket propulsion.

A living volcano. A god of fire. The wise god of Daton, who is said to have brought fire to the world, was so powerful.

The God of War’s response to that is.

“Push it!”

Surprisingly, the attack. They entered the holy land of Mainilun and are trying to cut off this endless flow of magic. This judgment was also correct.

No matter how powerful the All-Channel is, it is not easy to display such grandeur without the magical power supplied by the Mainnirun.

Liwaduwan stood at the forefront and cleared the way by extinguishing the incarnation of fire with sorcery. The soldiers who did not care about their lives also rushed in at the command of the god.

“All the cold weather is coming!”

A meteor flies towards the advancing army. Liwaduwan conjures the greatest spell of his life in an instant. He unleashes a web of hundreds of tentacles towards the seemingly invincible incarnation of fire.

Will that brief moment be enough to hold onto the all-powerful Chaun? Well, Liwaduwan is a man who became a general through his commanding ability, not his personal fighting prowess.

However, hundreds of sorcerers who followed him generously gave their lives for their magic.

Human sacrifice is a forbidden sorcery that was discovered early in Datang and must never be used. In order to stop the coming chaos even for a moment, they squeeze out the life without sparing it.

The desperate effort paid off. Ol Chaun was unable to shake off the spell that had entangled his body and fell down. The place where he fell was a bang. Without even a sound, the ground melted and Ol Chaun was buried.

“Just bury it!”

It was an unintended stroke of luck. The sorcerers were trying to solidify the ground, but the ground was boiling. The ground was melting and shaking, but the sorcerers knew that the moment it rose would be their last, so they gritted their teeth and held on.

Leaving behind the sacrifices of the best soldiers, Liwaduwan runs towards the center of Mainilun.

A powerful flow of magical power can be felt at first glance. This great structure was covered with primitive yet effective circuits that directly received the magical power of the moon and spread it throughout the entire Holy Land.

“Liwaduwan! After all, we cannot destroy Mainnirun!”

“But the flow of magic has been cut off! Now, All Chaun is no longer invincible!”

Liwaduwan took a deep breath, knowing that the final chapter was near.

“Then now I lift the curse.”

I’m not saying that the curse will be lifted.

“I will lift the curse that I have placed on this Mainilun and change the nature of the celestial magic it transmits to Dator. I will turn this entire Dator into a hell where no one can live.”

This wasn’t a spontaneous idea. This was exactly what we were going to do after we captured Mainirun.

However, sacrificing one’s life or something like that was a little different, because originally the intention was to slowly pollute it over a long period of time.

When the sorcerers prepare their spells, each risking their lives, Liwaduwan looks at his lost arm and takes a deep breath. Then he prepares the final spell that will end this Datang by taking his own life······.

“Stop!”

If All Chaun hadn’t come, All Chaun would have walked onto the stage as the incarnation of fire.

If you do even the slightest foolish thing, he will burn you to death. However, Liwaduwan also confronts him with a curse that squeezes the life out of him.

At a moment’s notice. God and God, or perhaps even man and man, face each other. At close range, one another.

Liwaduwan took the last gamble of his life.

“All right. I understand. I won’t tell you to surrender. Just make it a draw.”

“······draw?”

“If you cast fire on my body, I will immediately turn this entire Mainilun and Dator into hell with this curse. It will probably be a wasteland for decades, and there will be hundreds of years of starvation.”

“so?”

“······I have only wanted one thing since the beginning. If you accept that request, I will step down. I will accept Datang’s rule. If you don’t want it, it will be an eternal war. With my death, you will have to fight the South for eternity with your starving land.”

All Chaun shut his eyes tightly.

I know I can win.

That I am stronger.

Even if no one else knows, I know that I will overcome it.

But how many of my people would die? Just thinking about it in one week would drive me crazy.

Even though he was sure that the winner was himself, he simply could not ignore it.

This may be because All Chaun is a human being. No matter how much power he has acquired, he is still a chieftain of the primitive era, and an elder who must be a role model for his family.

And he taught tolerance and love.

If you take revenge this time, you will have to take revenge next time too. Rather than killing and dying endlessly, it would be better to show leniency to Liwaduwan, who you want to kill right now, and leave a precedent.

“Okay. Tell me. What do you want?”

Liwaduwan opens his mouth.

“Lower taxes.”

“······.”

All this time, I felt like I was going to lose my mind for a moment.

“what?”

“The Shujor Alliance has been paying excessive taxes to Datang since long ago…! Reestablish a relationship of equality. And I will reject the two-tan you sent. We will elect the two-tan of our territory. And as their representative, acknowledge me as the Main Nirun of Main Nirun and the Main Nirun that governs Shujor.”

“Fuck······.”

Liwaduwan blinked, feeling that the reaction was strange.

“You fucking piece of shit!!! Are you saying that we have been fighting this war all this time just for some taxes and local officials!”

Just something like that? Liwaduwan also expressed his rage.

“Then what other reason is there to fight for than freedom!!!”

“You bastards who are full and lost······! If it weren’t for us, you bastards who would have been like savages for tens of thousands of years, eating each other and fighting each other, don’t you know how grateful you are for what you’ve been given······!”

“Give! You gave! All you’ve given us is pain and humiliation! When I think about how I accidentally broke a loom when I was five years old and got whipped dozens of times by Detit······.”

“A fucking kid who has never been hungry is just whipped!”

“Just a whip?! My mother and younger brother died because of that whipping from the two bullets you sent! I’ve spent the past years only to get revenge on you guys······.”

The words are off.

All of us still don’t understand that the standards of an unhappy life are stuck in the primitive-era, terrible life.

Was it really necessary to kill millions for a little pride? And was it really right to unleash the evil of one individual, Dutan, on all of Daton?

Liwaduwan, who lived a life of scorn, insults and violence in Patchar, also does not understand Ol Chaun.

It is better to die than to live a life of starvation and crawling. Does the author want to turn us into livestock? Are all the Datons just livestock of Olchaun?

Well, I don’t know who is right.

But I don’t know who has the upper hand.

“Choose! All right! Negotiate with me! Or kill tens of millions, no, hundreds of millions more! For tens of thousands of years! That is the only choice you have!”

My teeth are gnashing. I want to burn to death that accursed Patchar who has killed millions, caused suffering to billions of his own people, cut off the head of Mainiron, and now threatens to defile the Holy Land.

However, the pent-up anger that Liwaduwan had condensed was not ordinary. A spell, a curse that could corrupt this Mainnirun at any moment. Even if he won, he would suffer a loss.

Then what’s the point of winning? All that’ll be left is a ruined Datang and a charred Shuzor.

Truly, All Chaun showed superhuman patience. He is great because he did not kill Liwaduwan here.

“I accept the negotiation. Shuzormiya Riwaduwan······! You are now the 9th Mainnirun.”

“I can’t believe what you say here! Admit it in front of everyone! In front of the entire Daton and Shuzoru Alliance! And have Seiwamuyu be your notary!”

“Yeah! I get it, you motherfucker!”

In this way, the fierce and long battle of Mainilun ends.

The Shuzor Alliance now joins Datang in the form of simply the ‘Shuzor Province’. The people of Shuzor rejoice that they have won over Datang, and that thanks to the desperate sacrifice of Liwaduwan, they have been able to find their rights.

Datang also rejoices in victory. They proclaim that the Shujor Alliance has finally surrendered, and that they have barely managed to survive thanks to Ol Chaun’s generosity.

Now the mythical era is coming to an end.

The three remaining Mythical Age Main Runs are the ones who started, led, and eventually ended the last Mythical Age.

The unification period that lasted a whopping 4,000 years is fast approaching.