Magic, Evil Gods, and the Fourth Calamity

The voice within echoed, like a whisper from the abyss.

War Hall narrowed his eyes slightly, as if pondering the words of the voice in his heart.

Yes, He knew very well that the voice in His heart was also Him, only it was not the Him who belonged to the order.

He was not surprised by this; in fact, He had anticipated this situation when He was preparing to meet the Gluttonous Dragon.

If He truly desires order, how can He seek cooperation with chaos?

Is He truly the "War Hall" of the Order side?

Hehe...hehe...

From the highest throne, the Hall of War emitted a chilling laugh, causing the kneeling gods below to tremble involuntarily.

Several beings of mid-level divine power looked up curiously, only to meet the gaze of the [War Hall]'s dark eyes, which resembled endless vortexes. A sense of astonishment and terror instantly exploded in their hearts.

"quick……"

Those few mid-level divine beings tried to scream in terror, but the crimson blood that instantly enveloped their bodies bound their necks as if they were solid, preventing them from making a sound.

"Shh..."

【War Hall】He placed his index finger to his lips, his words carrying a hint of madness.

"Don't make a sound. If those other guys find out now, it won't be fun. We need to wait a few days, just a few days..."

In that instant, the War God Kingdom was completely sealed off, and no one could leave from it.

Shortly after the War God Kingdom was placed under blockade, a strange fear arose in the hearts of some small orc tribes in the mortal world.

The fear was almost the same as it was a month ago when the demigod of the War Gods was murdered by the God of Light, but it was many times more terrifying. Something terrible must have happened.

The orc priests among these tribes, who were considered relatively devout, hurriedly prayed to the gods of the war pantheon, trying to seek answers from the deities.

The bad news is that they did not receive any explanation for their inexplicable fear from the gods.

The good news is that they all received a response from the orc god, the Hall of War. Normally, the priests of these small tribes would never have received a response from that great being.

The great Temple of War not only answered their prayers but also bestowed upon these devout believers powerful divine grace, enough to overthrow the large orc tribes that oppressed and exploited them.

The devout priests kowtowed with profuse thanks, while in the Kingdom of War Gods, the Hall of War was bathed in blood, with the remains of gods treading beneath its feet.

He grinned maliciously, licked his lips, and looked out of the divine kingdom with amusement.

"Heh heh... You suspect I'm allowing chaos to exist within the Orc Empire... Yes, you guessed right..."

Ten days later.

The Gallia Empire, the Orcish Royal Court.

Moro, the orc emperor, sat on his golden throne, listening to the messages relayed by his ministers, his brows gradually darkening.

"The orc tribes have rebelled? And those rebellious tribes have all received blessings from the supreme god? Moreover, they claim that the supreme god dislikes the current orc royal court's incompetence and is preparing to choose a new royal court?"

Moro's deep voice echoed in the hall, plunging the orcs and half-orcs below the throne into deathly silence.

No one dared to speak at this time, after all, this matter involved that great being.

Looking at the silent courtiers below the throne, Moro turned his gaze to a half-orc.

"Thorin, what do you think?"

Several months ago, Moro, the human strategist, devoured the "Beast Transformation Blood Crystal" and became a half-orc. If all goes well, he will be able to devour a second "Beast Transformation Blood Crystal" in another month and become a true orc.

Beast Transformation Blood Crystals are strange items created by a past orc emperor using "forbidden power," possessing the ability to transform individuals of a particular race into orc individuals.

But that's all it has.

The creation of the Beast Transformation Blood Crystal is not complicated, nor is the acquisition of forbidden power.

In theory, consuming a pure-blooded orc can produce more than a hundred beast blood crystals.

That orc emperor killed tens of thousands of orcs and created millions of beast-transformation blood crystals.

This ambitious orc emperor attempted to assimilate all humans in the orc empire into orcs using the Beast Transformation Blood Crystal.

While greatly expanding the number of orcs, this also allows them to fully absorb the culture and technology left behind by the human empires of the past.

His idea was good, but its implementation encountered resistance from top to bottom.

Ordinary orcs do not want to see those humans who were originally slaves possibly rise to power and stand on top of them.

The orc nobles, on the other hand, were wary of the human intellect and feared that it would threaten their position.

Thus, before the plan to assimilate humans could be carried out, the orc emperor was killed by his orc priests, and millions of beast-transformation blood crystals were inexplicably scattered throughout the orc empire.

However, according to some unofficial historical records, this orc emperor's plan was so crazy that it attracted the attention of the chief god.

The orc who killed the orc emperor was a priest who acted only after receiving a divine oracle from a great being.

However, few orcs know whether this unofficial history is true or not.

Because after that priest killed the orc emperor, he was hacked to pieces by the orc emperor's guards.

"I do not know..."

Thorin knelt on the ground and spoke with great sincerity.

After all, what could a half-orc with impure blood say about such a thing?

However, when he inadvertently looked up and saw Moro's gloomy gaze, he still managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat.

"Your Majesty, I do not understand why you are acting this way. Why not simply ask the Supreme Deity?"

After saying this, Thorin had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

Meanwhile, Moro, who was high above, had a hint of murderous intent appear in his originally gloomy eyes. An impulse to kill a person was arising from the fact that his secret had been exposed to others.

Hehe, asking the Supreme God?

Could he not have imagined this? He had actually known about this news in secret long before he announced it.

He also instructed the high priest to inquire with the chief god.

But what about the results?

As a result, after the high priest finished his prayer, a strange aura emanated from him and attacked him.

If the high priest hadn't regained his senses in time and decisively pulled out a dagger to pierce his own chest, he probably wouldn't be Moro anymore.

Moro felt he would never forget the fear he felt at that moment, never forget the high priest's terrified wails...

"Lord, He's gone mad... He's gone mad..."

Suppressing the murderous intent that had surfaced in his eyes, Moro couldn't help but sigh.

"Lord, I'm afraid he's no longer the Lord. The high priest sensed the Lord's madness when he prayed to God, and could only break free from the corruption through death."

The deep, trembling voice echoed through the hall, causing the assembled officials below the throne to look up in astonishment at the emperor who had uttered such treasonous words.

Moro clapped his hands, and servants carried the high priest's body out from behind the hall. Following behind the high priest's body was the high priest's most favored disciple.

Pray to the Lord!

Looking at the young orc who should have inherited the position of the deceased high priest, Moro simply gave the order.

Upon hearing this, the young orc looked at Moro in despair, his eyes filled with fear.

He was present when the orc high priest prayed, and he too felt that fear...

But in the end, the young orc knelt down and prayed devoutly to the being that all orcs shared in faith, the being that symbolized war.

All the orcs and half-orcs in the hall watched this scene with bated breath.

At first, everything was normal. The crimson divine power of the War Temple surrounded the young orc, blessing this devout believer.

The orcs and half-orcs below the throne cast angry or confused glances at Moro on the throne.

They seemed to believe that His Highness the Emperor was a traitor, and many of the orcs even thought that they might be able to seize the throne by using his name.

But just as they were lost in their fantasies, the blood-red divine power surrounding the devout young orc suddenly turned black, transforming into an eerie and somber dark red.

An invisible fear exploded instantly. Every orc or half-orc could sense who the owner of that dark red blood was—the supreme being worshipped by countless orcs, the one that no one dared to believe.

"No, blasphemer! You blasphemer!"

Beneath the throne, an orc general, utterly devout to the temple of war, rose in fury and pierced the young orc's chest with his longsword, simultaneously pulling the young orc from his prayers.

Looking at the longsword piercing his chest, the young orc showed no fear or howl. He simply looked at the enraged orc general before him and then at everyone below the throne.

Finally, he looked at Moro on the throne.

"...He didn't actually want to do that, He just... ran away, He killed us all...He..."

The young orc breathed his last, his young yet ferocious head drooping.

Once again, all the orcs and half-orcs in the hall fell into an eerie silence.

The orc general who killed the young orc roared and drew his longsword, attempting to decapitate the young orc.

"blasphemer, blasphemer!!!"

"Enough! Can't you really see?"

Moro, who was on the throne, stood up at some point. With a gloomy face, he stopped the orc general and with just one sentence, the orc general was so shocked that he retreated repeatedly.

"No, this isn't real, this..."

Moro, staring at the trembling orc general, couldn't help but shout, "This is reality! The Supreme God has gone mad! We need to discuss our next strategy! Otherwise, we will die!!!"

After Moro's rebuke fell, the huge hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; no one knew what to do in this situation.

After all, there aren't many people in the entire world of Errol who have encountered this situation!

An eerie silence spread among the orcs until Moro broke it.

"So, what are your thoughts?"

Moro sat back on the orc throne, seemingly having lost all his strength after uttering those words.

Still no one spoke; a broken, deathly silence once again enveloped the entire hall.

Only when Moro lowered his head and helplessly waved for all the orcs and half-orcs to leave did these guys retreat like walking corpses.

After everyone had left, Moro, who was sitting on the throne, slowly raised his head.

His gaze swept across the empty hall, then turned to the outside, to the small patch of azure sky just a palm's width above the hall's entrance.

Moro reached out his hand forward, as if he wanted to grasp the sky in his hands.

At this moment, although a trace of fear remained in his eerie green eyes, there was more of an instinctive excitement.

As an emperor who had ruled the orcs for thousands of years, he knew what those high and mighty beings were, and he also knew how mortals could become those high and mighty beings.

The corruption of the War Hall might be devastating news for orcs, but for Moro, it's an opportunity.

He needs to start a war, a war that will engulf the entire world of Errol, in this time when the gods cannot descend into reality.

This is his opportunity!

As long as he can become the symbol of war in the hearts of all orcs, and the final resting place for all fallen heroes.

So, in this moment when the [Hall of War] instills fear in the orcs, he may well take their place.

Of course, he was more likely to die as a result, since he was facing a god.

But so what? For every gain there is a loss. In order to become that supreme being, perhaps it is worth trying.

It's nothing more than death!

Just as the Orc Emperor was preparing to risk his life for a miracle, a miracle was unfolding in the Kingdom of Ruhr.

spray!

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and the earth. Amidst the billowing white mist, a hard sphere flew seven hundred meters and precisely struck the bullseye painted on the stone.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

Beside the stone, sleepless through the night stared at the steel ball embedded in it, and couldn't help but send a private message to Pig Mouth Wind through the game system, along with a picture of the target being hit.

The wind above the pig's mouth: "Hehe, I told you this had potential! With this power and this precision, do you think it could even hurt a lower-tier Silver boss?"

Sleepless Night: "I don't know. Maybe. After all, we haven't actually killed a single silver boss since the server opened, so we don't know the strength of silver-level bosses."

I remember the game "Otherworld Online" which has only had two Silver-level bosses since its launch.

The first time was the defense of Blackwater City. In that battle, although there were a thousand surviving Iron-tier players, they were forced into a pretty bad situation by the Silver-tier boss.

But the boss unleashed its Blood Rage at the end, killing the players without giving them any chance to fight back.

The second silver boss, according to the gameplay video circulating online, was defeated by an NPC wielding a powerful weapon.

"However, with this power, it feels like if it hits the head, it might be able to instantly kill a mini-boss of the upper-tier purple-copper level."

Although he was unaware of the Silver-level boss's lack of sleep, he had indeed had contact with the Bronze-level mini-bosses.

While staying up all night, he sent messages to the wind above the pig's mouth and activated Holy Light Charge to rush towards the wind above the pig's mouth.

A few seconds later, Long Night Never Sleeps stopped in front of the wind above the pig's mouth and saw the latter's current attire.

He carried a black water tank on his back, with a hose extending from the tank to a sniper rifle-like object in his hand that was spraying white water mist.