Second Orc War (23)

"The war has not ended, because the orcs' god has not died. It was merely defeated."

Ryan stood atop the Snow Mountain and spoke with sorrow.

"To truly end the orcs' war, we cannot forget their god."

Count Pascal looked at Ryan, not knowing what he meant, though a bold guess formed in his heart.

"Ryan, you aren't planning to slay a god, are you?"

Count Pascal voiced his guess in shock, unable to understand Ryan's audacity.

"The orcs' god has already failed. It has left our world, and mortals cannot find a Great Being."

"Even the Empire could not accomplish such a thing. You cannot do it alone."

"You are not even qualified to gaze upon it."

Ryan turned with a smile and said:

"No, Count. I have already brought it before us."

"It is too weak—so weak that it can no longer leave. It has lost the source of its Divine Essence. In the war of the divine kingdom, even the Great Being itself cannot decide whether to continue or stop."

"I have decided to kill it and end this war that has brought us disaster."

Count Pascal's eyes widened, but he ultimately remained composed.

"Ryan, you cannot do it. Godslaying is too terrifying. Whether it lives or dies, it will be an eternal calamity for mortals. Everything you possess will be destroyed."

But the Count quickly caught the crucial point and asked in shock.

"You brought the god here?"

"Yes, Count. It is to our north. My friends have brought it before us."

Count Pascal did not dwell on the question of those friends. His scalp tingled instead.

"Ryan, godslaying is not something you can accomplish just by talking about it. Even if it has been weakened to the extreme, it is still not something you can