The Automatic Rooting Range Is Too Wide - Chapter 145

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Auto Looting Range Too Wide Episode 145

Episode 145: One Against a Thousand (2)

The Grand Warlord was momentarily stunned by the carnage that unfolded before his eyes.

The casualties, which had been only a few dozen, suddenly exceeded several hundred.

It was an unbelievable disaster caused by just one variant.

“Grand Warlord! Please send me! I will kill the Slave of Tooshin and offer his heart!”

A Warrior who couldn’t stand watching pleaded with the Grand Warlord.

“I cannot allow it.”

The Grand Warlord did not grant permission.

The Warrior looked at the Grand Warlord with an expression of incomprehension.

But the Grand Warlord seemed to have no intention of explaining his reasoning.

He was only staring at the Slave of Tooshin, not the Warrior.

“Magnificent. Truly magnificent.”

Since his reincarnation, this was the first time he had encountered such an interesting being.

The opponent was even a variant.

To build up such military prowess with a body much weaker than a regular orc?

The Grand Warlord couldn’t contain his excitement at this situation.

“Indeed, you are qualified to receive my trial.”

The Grand Warlord clapped his hands and praised the variant.

“But my army doesn’t consist only of soldiers.”

Though it was impressive military prowess, he had only faced soldiers after all.

This alone wasn’t enough to prove his caliber.

“Champions, come forth.”

Champions, not Warriors.

Ten orcs knelt before the Grand Warlord.

The Grand Warlord surveyed the Champions. He selected the four most skilled among them.

“To whoever brings me that one’s head, I shall personally bestow my grace.”

The Champions’ eyes gleamed.

Without hesitation, they all rushed toward the Slave of Tooshin.

“Four Champions are equivalent to two Warriors. I wonder if you can win?”

The Grand Warlord looked at the Slave of Tooshin with eyes full of curiosity.

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‘Wow, this is exhausting.’

Just as Mincheol was catching his breath.

Thud thud thud-

The sound of feet pounding the ground could be heard.

What had initially sounded distant quickly grew closer.

The problem was that the source of the sound wasn’t just one or two.

Mincheol quickly drew his twin swords and crossed them.

Immediately after, an axe blade came rushing in.

Crash-

His body was pushed back with a heavy impact.

Whoosh-

Soon after, the sound of a blade cutting through the air could be heard.

Mincheol bent his waist backward. A greatsword passed over his face.

Mincheol straightened his posture and looked at his attackers.

There were four of them in total.

Well-developed bodies and considerable intimidating presence.

He could tell at a glance. These weren’t ordinary orcs.

“You southern piggy bastard have some nerve!”

“As a Champion of the North, I’ll cut off your head and offer it to the Grand Warlord!”

At the mention of Champions, Mincheol had no choice but to be on guard.

Champions were the rank directly below Warriors.

Though weaker than Warriors, they were particularly outstanding among orcs.

They were opponents he couldn’t afford to underestimate.

“I’ll take the front. You guys provide proper support.”

“Hah, says who? You provide support for me.”

“Idiots. We can just all rush him together.”

“That sounds good.”

All four Champions charged simultaneously.

Blades flew from all directions. Mincheol moved around, deflecting the attacks.

“Pretty agile for a variant, aren’t you?”

“Worth the Grand Warlord’s attention!”

“Still just a variant though! Just die quietly!”

The Champions pressed Mincheol even more fiercely.

‘Individually, they’re weaker than Warriors. But their overall combat power overwhelms Warriors.’

‘I can’t keep facing all four simultaneously like this.’

‘I need to settle this before the four get used to my movements.’

Mincheol’s eyes thoroughly analyzed the Champions’ movements.

Pieces began fitting together in his mind.

And the moment it was complete, Mincheol activated his skill.

【Activating skill ‘Dragon Strength’.】

【For 5 minutes, strength and stamina increase by 10%!】

It was a skill embedded in the new armor he had obtained.

The moment he activated Dragon Strength, he felt his depleted stamina replenishing.

“I’ll sever your spine!”

“Try blocking this too!”

Warriors from both sides simultaneously swung their axes.

Though swung simultaneously, they traced different trajectories.

It was a calculated attack to prevent Mincheol from dodging.

Logically, he should have blocked. But Mincheol didn’t do that.

After predicting the trajectories, he twisted his body.

As expected, avoiding everything was impossible. The axe blade touched the armor’s surface.

Mincheol hadn’t expected to dodge everything either.

【Skill ‘Partial Hardening’ activates.】

The axe blade scraped the armor’s surface. Sparks flew but it didn’t penetrate.

The reward for risking danger was sweet.

The Champions’ necks had entered the range of his twin swords.

Slash-

Mincheol swung his twin swords without hesitation.

Thick muscles and solid neck bones were severed in one strike.

The ‘Dragon Strength’ buff did its job perfectly.

“Gah! Gahhh!”

“Graaah!”

The two Champions collapsed, spewing blood.

The remaining Champions let out screams.

“Graaah! Mutakmtak! Gorzalvarzal!”

“Cursed variant bastard!”

The two Champions rushed forward, screaming in rage.

Their eyes were burning with fury and killing intent.

【Activating skill ‘Black Horn Bullet Form’.】

【Consuming ‘140’ mana.】

Mincheol kicked off the ground and leaped upward.

He felt the axe swung by the Champion pass beneath him.

Mincheol struck the Champion’s jaw directly.

Bang!

He could feel the sensation of the jawbone crumbling.

Mincheol’s consecutive attacks didn’t stop.

He twisted his waist and turned around. He brought down his twin swords toward the Champion trying to attack from behind.

Slash—

The two blades cut through the Champion’s body without hesitation.

However, they couldn’t completely sever it and stopped halfway through.

Of course, there was no problem.

“Kuk, keoook!”

The blades had already cut more than half through the Champion’s torso.

The Champion coughed up blood and lowered his head.

“Huff, huff.”

Mincheol breathed heavily.

Due to moving excessively in a short time, he was out of breath.

“….”

The soldiers around looked at Mincheol with shocked faces.

Four Champions dead in the blink of an eye.

Mincheol’s appearance stained with blood.

“Slave of Tooshin… No, it’s the incarnation of Tooshin.”

Someone muttered.

Not the Northern derogatory term ‘Slave of Tooshin’, but incarnation.

“The incarnation of Tooshin has descended….”

“My goodness, a true incarnation of Tooshin has appeared in the Southern Army.”

It was when the entire Northern Army began to stir.

Rumble—

The ground shook.

It wasn’t an earthquake.

The Grand Warlord.

He had simply stomped his foot.

“Mutant, you have satisfied my expectations.”

The Grand Warlord looked very pleased.

It seemed to be because Mincheol had proven his qualifications as he said.

“As promised, I’ll give you the privilege of dying by my hand.”

Even after seeing Mincheol’s skills, the Grand Warlord was still arrogant.

‘He means he can kill someone like me anytime, right?’

As expected, he was an unpleasant bastard.

Though he was exhausted to death, he couldn’t just die nicely for such a guy.

Mincheol pulled out the twin swords that were stuck in the Champion’s body.

After shaking off the blood, he took his stance.

“Uhahahat, you’re thinking of resisting even knowing who I am?”

The Grand Warlord laughed pleasantly.

“How can a mere mutant be this interesting! Or are all mutants like you?”

“What bullshit.”

Mincheol spoke with sincerity.

Then the Grand Warlord’s expression twisted with rage.

“Mutant, watch your tongue.”

Mincheol chuckled.

It was funny how he got angry from just a slight scratch.

Probably because he looked down on Mincheol that much.

Like how humans get annoyed when bitten by insects.

“I don’t know what Grand Warlord or whatever, but I can tell your intelligence is lacking. What kind of privilege is dying? You’re talking like a dog.”

Normally he would have restrained himself appropriately.

But right now he was quite exhausted.

He didn’t have the energy to spare for exercising self-control.

“I don’t even have the strength to talk, so let’s start quickly. Or should I wait for you? That would be fine too. I’ll grant you the ‘privilege’ of making the first move.”

Crack.

The Grand Warlord’s face twisted with rage.

Tremendous energy burst forth. The terrible killing intent felt like it was burning his skin.

“A mere mutant… dares…!”

The Grand Warlord extended his hand. A Warrior respectfully offered him a greatsword.

The heavy greatsword was grasped in the Grand Warlord’s hand.

The Grand Warlord’s energy became even stronger.

Tremendous pressure crushed down on Mincheol. Mincheol let out a hollow laugh at the unimaginably great power.

‘This really won’t work.’

Contrary to his thoughts, Mincheol had no intention of avoiding the fight.

It was spilled milk anyway.

There was no way to escape. Begging wouldn’t make him spare his life either.

‘Then I’ll resist until the very end.’

No, not resist.

Because Mincheol had never prepared for death.

‘I’m going to survive and return.’

He couldn’t leave Mother behind and go alone.

What he feared most wasn’t dying, but leaving Mother alone.

Sorrow belonged not to the dead, but to those left behind.

That’s when it happened.

Something fell from the sky.

Crash!

The ground was destroyed and dust clouds rose thickly.

Mincheol looked at the shattered ground with a surprised face.

A black shadow rose from within the billowing dust.

“Cough, cough.”

When the black shadow cleared, he could finally see who it was.

A physique much more imposing than ordinary orcs.

Scars densely covering his entire body.

Dark green skin like old moss.

“…Sir Kurmakdurumak?”

At the appearance of a familiar but completely unexpected figure, Mincheol couldn’t help but be flustered.

“Sir Mincheol, I’m glad you’re safe!”

“How did Sir Kurmakdurumak get here….”

“The lord borrowed the power of the Ancestral Spirit and threw me here! Thanks to that, I could arrive quickly!”

“No, I’m not asking how you got here… Why did you come?”

“Uhahahat! You’re asking something obvious! Of course I came to rescue Sir Mincheol!”

In the middle of the enemy camp.

With the Grand Warlord and Northern Army as backdrop, Kurmakdurumak grinned and said.

“A true orc never abandons his companions!”

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“Save?”

The Grand Warlord reacted immediately to those words.

“That southern piggy with nothing but fat in his brain has gone mad.”

“Sir Mincheol, is that blackened orc perhaps the Spectre of the Great Temple?”

“Spectre?”

The Grand Warlord’s face contorted again.

“Don’t you dare utter such southern slurs! And I’m not an avatar of the Grand Warlord, I am….”

“Shut up!”

Kurmakdurumak shouted sharply.

The Grand Warlord looked at him with an incredulous expression.

“You northern barbarians who know nothing of honor! What does it matter what you call us!”

“What, what did you say?”

“No matter if you’re enemies, ganging up on one person like this? To think you’d resort to such cowardly behavior! And you still call yourselves orcs?”

“If you sneak into enemy territory, you have no right to complain about whatever happens to you….”

“Making excuses without even knowing shame! Truly befitting northern barbarians! I can’t find even a trace of pride as an orc!”

The Grand Warlord looked at Kurmakdurumak with a bewildered expression.

Mincheol, who was listening from the side, felt similarly.

He couldn’t get his bearings due to Kurmakdurumak’s lecturing that spared neither friend nor foe.

“Today I shall teach you barbarians the honor of orcs!”

A red aura exploded from Kurmakdurumak’s body.

It was much more massive than what Mincheol had felt before.

‘Could it be that he was hiding his power back then?’

The red aura covered the sky. Soon it formed the shape of a gigantic orc.

“What, how can it be so huge!”

“How can such a massive Ancestral Spirit exist…?”

The watching soldiers were horrified.

It wasn’t just the soldiers. The warriors’ eyes had also widened as if they might pop out.

“…It’s Kurmakdurumak.”

Then, someone shouted.

“The nightmare of the North!”

“The demon of Tartamartha Castle!”

“The destroyer of the earth!”

The gigantic Ancestral Spirit raised both fists high into the air.

It was so large that its fists seemed like they might touch the moon.

“Sir Mincheol! Keep your balance! The impact will be tremendous!”

Kurmakdurumak shouted loudly.

Immediately after, the Ancestral Spirit brought down both fists.

With a sound as if the sky was collapsing, the entire grassland swayed like the ocean.

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