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Chapter 158 Beast God of the Orc Empire(11/?)

Deep within the Orc Empire, amidst a massive and chaotic volcano, stood a magnificent palace that remained unshaken despite all the destruction and chaos surrounding it.

The palace spread out astonishingly and was covered in a fiery obsidian hue, as if forged from molten lava. Situated in the middle of a vast desert, it appeared to be the only treasure of immeasurable value, unrivaled and unmatched in grandeur.

Inside the palace stood an armored Orc whose height surpassed that of all other wild orcs. His armor radiated a crimson aura as if it had fought in the deepest pits of Hell. It would not be surprising if any human collapsed from sheer terror at the sight.

This unparalleled Orc was none other than Markul, the Emperor of the Orc Empire. The Emperor wore no helmet.

His face was covered in countless scars, and one of his eyes was missing. His body trembled pitifully as if fresh from a battle. Yet, despite the pain that made him wince, his face still brimmed with arrogance and rage.

That rage had ignited after his battle with Priestess Isolde. The mighty Emperor had been beaten by a mere priestess and left in a pitiable state, even losing an eye in the process.

Had he not fled, he would undoubtedly have been slain by Priestess Isolde. No matter how much he thought about it, Markul couldn't contain himself and smashed the table with his fist.

"That human! That puppet! How dare she!"

The Emperor swung his fist again, crushing the head of a goblin servant. As the other goblins whimpered in fear, Markul's fury remained unabated.

"Summon the High Shaman immediately!" Markul commanded with rage. The goblins scurried to fulfill the order, and before long, a frail and hunched Orc entered through the door.

"It seems His Majesty has been injured," the wise Orc remarked curiously. Hearing the High Shaman, the Emperor restrained himself, glaring at the Shaman with anger.

Despite being the Emperor, Markul knew that the High Shaman, contrary to his appearance, was extremely powerful. Thus, he was forced to suppress his anger and scowled instead.

"The time has come," Markul declared firmly. The High Shaman narrowed his eyes as Markul continued, "That wench stole a piece of the Holy Grail. We must stop her before she escapes."

"Do you mean—"

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"We must awaken the Beast God," Markul stated in a low but resolute voice. The mere mention of the god's name brought a momentary silence to the room. The High Shaman's emotionless face faltered slightly.

"Do you realize what you're saying? The time has not yet come. If the Beast God awakens prematurely, he will not reach his full power."

"That also means we might be able to control him," Markul countered, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes. If he could use the Beast God as a war machine, no force would be able to escape the Glorious Orc Empire.

As Markul envisioned the entire world of Aure under the Orc Empire's rule, his determination grew stronger. The High Shaman trembled with anger. "You fool… Are you not afraid of the god's wrath?"

Mocking the Shaman, Markul merely grinned. "Think about it, Shaman. If we can control the Beast God, then nothing will stand in our way—not even the Goddess of Light."

The High Shaman's eyes widened. Though Markul's words did not sway him, he stared at the Emperor with disappointment. He sighed. "You are making a grave mistake, Markul. The Beast God is not something mortals like you can control."

"You dare overstep your bounds, Shaman," Markul growled like a beast. The High Shaman smirked and raised his mana. "Know your place, child. I am not as weak as the goblins you crush."

As his wounded body trembled under the Shaman's oppressive mana, Markul's fury flared even more. Instinctively, he reached for his double-bladed axe.

Caught off guard by the High Shaman's merciless gaze, Markul hesitated momentarily before stepping back to calm the Shaman. "Fine, have it your way. Now leave my palace."

The High Shaman smiled triumphantly before departing. A mysterious smile appeared on Markul's lips. "Bring the spy Shaman to me, along with all Shamans not loyal to the High Shaman."

"Y-yes, Your Majesty," stammered a terrified goblin as it hurried off. Markul, the Emperor, then quickly descended to the deepest level of the palace.

The palace's ground floor was a massive chamber filled with magical artifacts and treasures. The most striking feature, however, was a colossal magical circle.

This circle had been lost after King Arthur's death 700 years ago but was rediscovered and inscribed onto the floor by a past Emperor.

The circle was covered with thousands of runes. To create such a massive circle, the Emperor of the time had worked tirelessly for 50 years, dedicating his life to its completion.

When Markul first ascended to the throne by slaying his father, he had dismissed the circle and considered destroying it—until something stopped him.

What stopped him was a prophecy.

Written by the First Orc Emperor, Sarguta, the prophecy spoke of a god capable of changing the fate of the entire world.

According to the prophecy, the Beast God was the father and creator of all Orcs, as well as other races like Catfolk and Goblins. The Beast God, however, had fallen into an eternal slumber.

No matter what the Emperor of that time did to awaken the Beast God, nothing had worked. Yet, he had left behind a book that detailed the formula for awakening the Beast God.

The prophecy and the book stated that awakening the Beast God required 700 years and the divine chanting of hundreds of Shamans.

Since the High Shaman refused to comply, Emperor Markul had no qualms about performing a blood sacrifice. He was determined to awaken the Beast God at any cost.

O Supreme Emperor of the Glorious, Holy Empire, Lord of Beauty and Handsomeness! I seek refuge in your power, might, and eternal splendor!"

The Shaman's assistant swiftly knelt, bowing as if in worship to Merkür. The Emperor sneered and lightly struck the Shaman on the head.

"Shaman, prepare the necessary ritual. Your Emperor expects much from you," Merkür commanded in a cold tone. The Shaman, clutching his head in pain and fearful of offending the Emperor, quickly positioned himself at the edge of the Circle.

Hundreds of Shamans surrounded the Circle, each letting their blood flow into it one by one. The Emperor raised his arm, tearing apart a piece of armor with brute strength to reveal his scar-covered flesh.

"From now on, all of Aure will belong to me..."

The Emperor murmured with an excited expression, tearing his own skin with bare hands. As his blood dripped to the ground, the Circle began to glow intensely.

The process continued for five minutes. Some Shamans had already died, and their numbers dwindled rapidly. The Emperor, unconcerned, ordered the chanting of the hymn to begin immediately.

The Shaman prepared himself and recited the hymn with a serious expression:

"O Ancient God of the Great Beasts... We, your children, offer our lives to reunite with you... We fear no Hell and desire Heaven... All of Aure must exist under your mighty splendor..."

The Circle slowly replaced the blood with a vile stain. The blood, as if animated, began converging at the center.

The grotesque liquid seemed to absorb even the light around it... A dark miasma started to envelop both the living and the dead Shamans. Some Shamans trembled in fear.

"Light is beneath you! Darkness is beneath you! All existence is beneath you! Everything belongs to you! All might originates from you! You grant every victory and create every wrath, O Supreme God!"

As some Shamans were consumed by the vile miasma, the Emperor's smile grew increasingly mad with every chant of the hymn.

"Swear your oaths! Wretched servants! Offer yourselves to the Supreme Beast God who created us! You pathetic Orcs, know that the Supreme Beast God is the one and only! Bow down and submit!"

The Shamans gradually became emotionless. The miasma not only drained their blood and life energy but also stripped them of all feelings.

Even the Emperor's will faltered momentarily. He staggered for a brief moment.

"Fool! What do you think you're doing? Stop immediately!" The Grand Shaman ran inside in great concern, his eyes trembling. The arrival of the Grand Shaman distracted the surviving Shamans, almost disrupting the ritual.

"You damned old man! Interfering in my affairs again!" The Emperor's focus wavered as he roared with fury, though a triumphant grin still adorned his lips.

He laughed maniacally. "You're too late! The Beast God is awakening!"

With bloodlust in his eyes, the Emperor raised his weapon. He swung his double-sided axe with the intent to kill the Grand Shaman.

"You've long been a hindrance to the rise of the Orcs!" As the axe was about to strike the Grand Shaman, the elder dodged with remarkable agility.

The Emperor's face twisted into a vile grin. Manipulated by the miasma, he launched a frenzied attack on the Grand Shaman.

"Fool! Come to your senses! Don't meddle with the gods! This—"

Before the Grand Shaman could finish his sentence, the Emperor's axe swung toward him. The Grand Shaman immediately conjured a magical barrier to block the attack.

"Shut up! Just die, old man!" The Emperor roared in pain as dozens of lightning bolts struck his body. The Grand Shaman, disgusted, turned to the Circle and hurriedly tried to cancel the ritual before the Emperor could recover.

"No!"

The Emperor, despite the agony, took a step forward and hurled his axe. The weapon struck the Grand Shaman's shoulder, causing him to collapse to the ground.

With a monstrous grin, the Emperor advanced toward the fallen Grand Shaman. Raising his fist, he attempted to crush the elder's head with all his might.

But suddenly, as the miasma engulfed his body, the Emperor was abruptly dragged toward the Circle. Merkür roared in fury, thrashing within the miasma, until the magical rope conjured by the Grand Shaman wrapped around his arm in an attempt to save him.

"You fool! Stupid child! Why don't you ever listen to me?!" The Grand Shaman struggled to remain calm as he pulled the rope with all his strength to rescue the Emperor.

"You! What are you doing?! I—"

Merkür looked at the Grand Shaman in astonishment. Just as he was about to escape the miasma, its density intensified, completely engulfing him.

"No!!"

The Grand Shaman screamed in panic. Once the Circle had consumed enough power, it erupted in an infinite dark-red glow...

"Merkür... You foolish child!"

The Grand Shaman's eyes widened in terror as the miasma retreated, condensing and reshaping itself. It trembled the entire palace in a horrifying manner.

"I... I was only trying to protect you, Merkür..." The Grand Shaman let out a pitiful laugh, stepping back despite his injury as the miasma gradually formed a figure.

With grief and dread in his eyes, the Grand Shaman gazed at the monstrous figure rising before him. The shape finally solidified into a humanoid form.

A knight-like armor adorned its body, torn and black as if it were dancing shadows. The armor was fractured in several places, revealing dark and dreadful flames within.

But the most terrifying aspect was the helmet's eye slits, where crimson, dragon-like flames burned. Even beneath the helmet, the fiery eyes glowed.

The very air around the Beast God trembled from its overwhelming power. Even its broken, rusted sword appeared as fearsome as a legendary weapon.

"Grrrr..."

The Grand Shaman widened his eyes as he heard the Beast God growl like a dragon. For a man of decades of wisdom, the Beast God was the epitome of nightmare incarnate.

When the Beast God took its first step, the ground beneath it shattered. The Grand Shaman panicked in fear. The floor, sturdy enough to withstand even a powerful mana strike, crumbled completely under the lightest step of a god.

Cracks spread rapidly across the entire floor as the Grand Shaman struggled to retreat.

Step by step, the Beast God advanced. This time, its movements were controlled and soundless. The Grand Shaman's heart raced faster than ever.

Eventually, the Grand Shaman caught sight of the Beast God's shadow, letting out a pitiful chuckle. "I... I failed. And so miserably..."

The Beast God swung its sword. Despite its rusted and dull appearance, the broken blade severed the Grand Shaman's head smoothly, killing him instantly.