Chapter 303 A Reason to Figh (1/2)

Powerful beings do no need motives for how they behave. They would advance when they want to, stop when they want to.

Powerful beings do not need to reflect on their own behavior. They would stay in existence if they want to—it's the proof of the strong.

That was why.

The warrior who genuinely thirsted for a fight was the same.

There was no need to find greater meaning. Even saving the world would not be reason enough for a warrior who simply fought whenever his heart desired.

As the Circle of the Apocalypse rotated slowly, the magical formation that could manipulate the world displayed its true depth as the Evil God, [Scourge].

In the clear sky, tons of thick, dark clouds appeared out of thin air in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the heavens and the land were shrouded in endless gray.

Smoky fog spread along the clouds, its dust immediately filling the entire world except for the Mountains of Origins. The air froze in one fell swoop. Water turned into ice that glazed over all things. The biting frost withered every plant and dried every river. Surviving beings struggled between the dust and the ice, unable to breathe.

The first of the [Ten Plagues], smog.

Only the Mountains of Origins—the domain sheltered by Father Nature was not affected by the Apocalyptic Circle. The gloomy clouds enveloped the summit like a wall but could not penetrate that streak of light-green holy light and invade within.

Still, if the smog could not do it, that did not mean other methods would not work. Mystical purple lightning streaked across the looming, bulky clouds in the company of booming thunder. Bolts of lightning branched across and struck the earth. Something gigantic moved in the illuminated fog– its tremendous golden body stirred the haze, creating piercing winds—as if a walking hill.

It was a titan colossus.

The ultimate puppet formed from countless golems.

Resembling both an armored samurai as well as a beast pieced together intricately with plates of metal, the titan colossuses glowed with the cool beauty of precision engineering. They wore an outer shell as smooth as that of the adamantium golems, their head devoid of facial features—save for two beams that acted as eyeballs, a scorching view just like the sun.

Its shell that bore the appearance of a golden armor was incomparably sturdy and could keep out any damage. The colossus was also different from a typical adamantium golem—it was ten times larger and surrounded by lightning bolts that hurts the eye. The bolts were like a part of the colossus, appearing incessantly on its skin.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand… The titan colossuses alone numbered over thousands. Even without accounting for the ordinary golems that carpeted the land, there were legions of flying things in the air, their horde looked similar to the gloomy clouds weaving in and out in the company of the thunderbolts.

The armies of Chaos had expanded to such monumental scale in days; there was no telling how many summits they had devoured and how much earth they dug to grow their ranks in such an exponential amount.

All who saw the spectacle were quiet.

Be it the elven guards on the airship or the holy knight who stood upon the half-dragon's body alongside Joshua, or Ling and Ying whom Joshua held in his hands or Black, all were showing a doubtful expression on their faces—or were conveying their mood telepathically.

–Inconceivable!

–How is that possible?!

–Why is there so many?! How can we win this?!

Countless thoughts flashed in their mind's eye. Nevertheless, to say that they were being fearful and timid would be an underestimation of their will—anyone would have had their doubts.

”Even at the Plagued Land fighting against the brethren of the Evil God of Pestilence, I've never had this feeling…”

Clenching the weapon in his hand while holy bolts wafted around his war hammer, Roland sensed Father Nature's divine strength within him. Though he trusted his own ability and the holy light, uncertainty lingered.

He was unsure if he could win, unsure if he could safely prevail through this struggle. Even someone as self-assured as Roland had no way of being unreservedly assured of a triumph—yet the holy knight had an impulse to pray to the Seven Gods.

And they did not have to wait long.

Soon, at the edge of the Mountains of Origins where the sun still shone, a humongous iron hand suddenly protruded from the wall of haze. An adamantium golem the size of a mountaintop followed, exiting the smoke unhesitatingly—strutting towards the center of the mountains where the Divine Tree of Beginnings stood. More than ten colossuses followed behind, their identical steps trembling the earth.

While they marched, thousands of low hills within the mountain range broke apart in an orderly manner. Gargantuan stone tree branches lay within; pure green lights glided around the tips, dying the protected domain a shade of green. Father Nature was awakening its true form, and that was when a voice that clearly was suppressing excitement rang beside the holy knight.

”The golems have arrived.”

Wrapped in a red combat aura that made him appear to be on fire, Joshua brandished both his weapons—unconcerned at the sight of the titan colossuses flooding forward. ”Roland, before we do this, I must tell you something—” he said softly and turned to his friend, grinning. ”You won't be able to find any enemy if you don't hurry up!”

His words were so crisp and relaxed; there wasn't a soul that would have been left dubious. However, Before the holy knight could respond the warrior had already dashed off, shifting into an unbelievable crimson stream. Charging towards the colossuses' position, he only left behind a line that quickly dissipated into the air. ”Fight! Don't pray!”

Because the Lord is with your blade!

Roland and Black had never anticipated that they would enter a scrap such as this. As the warrior left in supersonic speed and opened a passage, beast and knight glanced at each other in absurdity. They numbered at two-men, one dragon, two armaments, and they were supposed to charge at the thousands of titan colossuses, as well as flying golems and land golems spread as far as the eye could see.

Furthermore, according to Joshua—the warrior wouldn't stop at resisting their advance, but would also be demolishing them?

Staring at the warrior's already-vanished shadow, Roland felt overwhelmed.

–Oh, Joshua. You're such a free spirit.

Never once hesitating to pick the path he favored, never doubting as he advanced towards the target he chose, never losing himself in the way he lived.

”It's so enviable. I hope could be such a person, never doubting myself and living, however, I will.”

But you're right. That's how we should be at this moment.