Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 915: The Start of the Battle (Part 1)

To the north of the Main Plane was the Hirose grassland that the Orc Empire had taken over. Originally, this grassland had hills and water, as well as canyons and other natural features. One of the canyons seemed insignificant but was actually extremely deep, deeper than one would imagine. If one walked along the canyon and explored it, one would require an extremely long period of time to reach the base of the canyon. If one made some calculations, they would realize that the height of the canyon’s base was deeper than that of certain parts of the sea!

According to logic, this deep base of the canyon should be dark and filled with strange rocks. However, this wasn’t so. The base of the canyon was actually a piece of flat grassland, and there was sunlight in the day and stars during the night. If one was unable to see the canyon walls in the distance, one would even think that he or she was standing in an original grassland on normal flatland!

All this was of course the work of the Great God.

The Maine Plane’s magic was scattered depending on the area. At sea level, it was the lowest, and it increased if you moved upwards or downwards. This was why the skies and the underground had the thickest concentration of magic. This canyon extended deep into the underground, and naturally, the concentration of magic was definitely extremely high. This was most suitable for the legendary and powerful living creatures to reside at.

This was why when the various Orc gods had discovered this place, they had developed it intensively and made it their home.

New Orc gods tended to live here for a period of time. Before the Goddess of Life had constructed the Main Plane’s enchantment, this was the most suitable place for all Orc gods to live in. Afterwards, this place became the Orcs’ holy ground.

Up till now, there were still Orc gods who lived here. As long as they did not yet have low-level Divine Power, the gods could still roam freely on the Main Plane.

The Orc god who currently stayed here were the Fox people’s God of Temperance. He had been a god for about 500 years and was the youngest amongst the Orc gods. Ever since he had become a god, he had taken over from the previous resident here and became the protector of this holy ground.

For those who were familiar with this place, this average-sized canyon field had an awe-inspiring name: the Divine Temple.

The “Divine Temple” of the Orcs were not like those in illustrated comics with looming temples and mystical zodiacs. Other than a spacious lobby that overlooked the skies, there were only a few scattered grass houses. Those who had reached the legendary peak and wanted to take a step further to enter the Demigod Realm or those who had become demigods but who were used to training and did not want to enter the outer world resided in these tattered and run-down grass houses.

Other than spending their days meditating and training, these people enjoyed the peace of this place where there were little disturbances. There were also some gods who became teachers and discussed skills with their peers of similar skill level. This place was extremely suitable for training oneself, after all.

However, training was still ultimately a process and not a goal. The Orc Legendary Masters continually underwent training not just to become strong but also for the secondary purpose of preparing for war.

Training and increasing in strength was how they would perform well in war.

Now, such a war had come.

The grass houses’ doors swung open, and several white-haired but sharp-eyed Orcs emerged from these houses. They gathered in the lobby overlooking the skies and glanced at a god who was faintly emitting light in the sky.

Once the Orcs had all gathered, this young god nodded his head and asked, “Are you ready?”

“We are ready!”

“We can enter the battle anytime!”

“I can’t wait to cut a few humans’ brains and heads off!”

“Yes, I’m salivating at the thought of fresh human blood!”

The gods answered in a flurry with random battlecries, increasing the morale and spirit of the entire group.

As a god who used rational temperance as a teaching value, he smiled and waved his hands lightly. A light breeze began to arise from the ground. Although it wasn’t strong, it wrapped around all the Legendary Masters and demigods, flying them all towards the entrance of the canyon.

Once they had passed the enchantment that surrounded the Divine Temple, these powerful Orcs all felt momentum waft thickly from their bodies. The energy that had been suppressed all along by the enchantment was now freed and floating around freely, splitting rock walls on either side of the Orcs into two. These smithereens of rocks continuously flowed down and became powder that flew up in the air due to the Orcs’ momentum and swirled in the sky.

From far, it would seem as if there was a giant tornado rising from the canyon’s base, rushing towards the sky.

Almost at the same time, a shaft of bright divine light was cast upon the Mountain of Broken Clouds’ summit.

This mountain with the name of “Mountain of Broken Clouds” as its nickname was the highest mountain on the Main Plane. It was comparable to the Himalayas on Earth and was even taller than that.

Previously, there was Dragon Mountain, which could compare with the Mountain of Broken Clouds. However, Dragon Mountain’s summit was now hidden due to the magic of Johan and the dragon tribe. To ordinary people, the summit of Dragon Mountain was now lower than that of the Mountain of Broken Clouds’, and as long as one was mid-level and above, one could ascend it easily.

As for the Mountain of Broken Clouds... those below the legendary level would never dream of climbing it.

The Mountain of Broken Clouds’ summit was where the magic on the Main Plane was most intense. It was naturally the best place for one to train on in this world. From the past till now, there were a few people who had wished to transcend from legendary to demigod or demigods who were unwilling to leave the Human Realm, and so they all lived here.

Some of them had grudges against each other, and with these grudges came countless fights along the river that surrounded that mountain peak. Towards the end, the Legendary Masters, who were human, had used their many advantages to successfully secure the peak for themselves and named it “God Mountain.”

As compared to the Orcs on Divine Temple, the humans of God Mountain had also been training hard here. However, as compared to Divine Temple where there were rules and regulations in place, the humans were a bit more flexible and messy. They were also less well known, and many were unaware of such a place. Even Leon Igor, who was born a prince and had traveled alone for several years was only aware of this place after he had entered the Legendary Realm and had tried to climb to the peak of Mountain of Broken Clouds out of curiosity. He had heard of it from one of the senior Legendary Masters who was living on God Mountain at that time.

For many years, these Legendary Masters who lived on God Mountain isolated themselves and did not venture out. As compared to the thick concentration of magic on God Mountain, the thin concentration of magic on the ground was very uncomfortable for them. It was like how those who were used to the low levels of oxygen would be uncomfortable when they went to a higher altitude place regardless of whether they were well-nourished or not.

However, today, everyone had no choice but to leave God Mountain. Since the human gods requested their aid, they had to go to participate in the battle. Their age-old enemies had also come out of isolation, and there were the human matters that needed their help. They thus stepped up to face the legendary-level Orcs who they had battled countless times and had several tales about.

Many stone rooms which were so sturdy that tornadoes and beasts could not tear it apart slowly became powder, and they all swirled around as many shadows that seemed messy but were actually strong gathered at the peak of the mountain in front of a shaft of divine light.

This was one of the God of Knights’ successors, one of the eight Goddesses of Virtue, the Goddess of Bravery.

Towards the legendary humans, who had high spirits now, the silver-haired goddess did not speak but simply used the sword in her hand to point towards the east, towards the giant grassland.

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