Chapter 1178
After all, the newly awakened Seventy-Third Deity is extremely weak. According to those powerful mages of the future, this is almost the only chance for a mage to kill a god-demon.
But now, the soul of the god-demon has begun to manipulate the entire Blazeforge Realm, plunging it into an apocalyptic disaster. This is the real problem—if things continue like this, even if the Blazeforge Realm is eventually reclaimed and controlled, what Leon would get is a broken, nearly worthless realm.
Joined up with Gorsposi, heading together toward the Sacred Mountain.
Meanwhile, from other directions, both humans and Blazeforge Orcs have gathered significant forces, all advancing toward the Sacred Mountain.
Everyone knows the root of all problems lies at the Sacred Mountain. If there’s any hope of finding a solution, it’s by heading there.
Three hundred kilometers from the Sacred Mountain, the strongest members of each faction began to arrive one after another.
Neither Blazeforge Orcs nor humans had any intention to keep fighting now.
If the Blazeforge Realm is destroyed, the Blazeforge Orcs face extinction—their hopes for survival would be utterly cut off.
And as for the humans, after spending so much time, sacrificing countless resources and lives, what they wanted wasn’t to be forced out of the Blazeforge Realm, watching helplessly as it was destroyed.
The negotiations were unsurprisingly smooth. Very quickly, everyone unified their stance: saving the Blazeforge Realm from destruction became the top priority.
Everything else could wait. Right now, anyone who tried to avoid contributing or take advantage of the chaos would only face one outcome: the destruction of the Blazeforge Realm, with nothing left for anyone.
The battles continued day after day. The closer they got to the Sacred Mountain, the more demons and abyssal creatures appeared—especially near the gathering points, where three or four massive battles involving tens of thousands erupted daily.
Almost every major battle saw a Demon Overlord appear. Both humans and orcs had to send out their main legions to fight these monsters.
Meanwhile, the leaders of each faction gathered in a dilapidated ancient sanctuary.
The sanctuary was in ruins; the statues inside were shattered, and even the overgrown vegetation had taken over its interior.
A group of humans and most of the orcs were puzzled—why come here?
At that moment, an ancient orc stepped out from the sanctuary—his skin deeply wrinkled, his whole body radiating a heavy aura of death.
Gorsposi stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and let the old orc touch his head.
"High Priest, the Blazeforge Realm faces its greatest trial. The land we live on is suffering merciless destruction from the god-demon.
We came here hoping the Family Codex might guide us toward hope."
The old orc drooped his eyelids, hunched over, and slowly walked to the far end of the sanctuary, then knelt before the shattered statue.
In that instant, a tremendous surge of soul power shocked everyone. Blood welled from the old orc’s wrist and mingled with the soul energy, forming a complex pattern before the ruined statue.
Suddenly, time within ten meters of the old orc seemed to reverse at high speed. The broken statue quickly became whole again, and in its hands appeared an ancient parchment book.
The old orc raised both hands, and the statue seemed to come alive, placing the parchment book in his outstretched hands.
A second later, everything returned to its desolate state, but the ancient parchment book remained in the old orc’s hands.
The old orc coughed softly, trembling as he placed the book on the table behind him. His aged voice was so powerful it could be heard clearly hundreds of meters away.
"Children, the hope you seek is right here. May it help you."
The old orc turned and disappeared into the back of the sanctuary. Gorsposi bowed deeply, respectfully seeing him off.
"This was once the High Priest of the Golden Orcs. Before his death, he took on the task of recording the Family Codex. Though his body has died, his soul never returned to the earth—it remains within, waiting for the next successor to appear.
It's been over two thousand years now. He is a truly venerable elder."
The orcs and humans alike showed deep respect. According to the shamanic creed, an orc's soul must return to the earth—it's a fundamental tenet of their faith.
Breaking the shamanic creed means being shunned by all orcs. More importantly, a soul that does not return to the earth is doomed to eternal torment, never knowing rest.
To record history, to preserve past events and secrets, he willingly endured such suffering. It’s not something an ordinary person could do.
Gorsposi stepped forward, placed his hand on the parchment book, and the sound of pages rustling echoed. Soon, the book automatically flipped to the page Gorsposi sought.
"Huh? Why this section?"
Gorsposi looked at the records on the parchment book, puzzled.
"This shows the period when the Demon Overlord rampaged.
According to the records, the same thing happened back then—a war spreading across the entire Blazeforge Realm, combined with the Demon Overlord's power, finally triggered the realm's origin. The Primordial Deities also began to awaken.
Then that segment of spacetime was severed—not only was the Demon Overlord sealed away, but the awakening of the Primordial Deities was postponed, preventing them from rising.
But now, the Blazeforge Realm has no such being capable of severing spacetime. Are we really just supposed to watch as the Primordial Deities fully awaken and destroy the Blazeforge Realm?"
Despair flashed across Gorsposi’s face, and everyone else fell silent, their expressions grim.
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There is no longer any such mighty being in this era capable of severing spacetime. Not even a tenth as strong—now, not a single one can be found.
Even a Sky Rank being—even at the lowest level—is already the strongest existence in the Blazeforge Realm.
"Is this really the only way? Impossible—there must be another! Just because there’s no one strong enough to sever spacetime, are we supposed to just wait for death?"
A Bronze Orc at Sky Rank shouted, unable to accept the fate of total destruction for the Blazeforge Realm—or the idea that they would all perish with it.
If the Blazeforge Realm is destroyed, the orcs born here will lose their origin, just as in the Northend Apocalypse—when all the strongest beings perished.
The stronger the being, the quicker the fall. In the end, it’s often the weakest who survive.
Gorsposi, drenched in cold sweat, kept flipping through the Family Codex, hoping to find something useful.
He widened the search, scouring the Family Codex for any relevant information, but everything he found was useless—none of it could help with the current crisis.
After more than ten minutes, some humans even began suggesting they abandon the Blazeforge Realm entirely; the Primordial Deities were simply beyond their ability to resist.
The Blazeforge Orcs were equally desperate. If the Blazeforge Realm was destroyed, not even their Sky Rank warriors would survive.
"If we don’t leave the Blazeforge Realm, are we just going to be buried with it?"
"The Primordial Deities are far beyond our ability to resist. Even in the early stages of awakening, their power is more than any Sky Rank can withstand. We must leave, or when they fully awaken, none of us will escape!"
"Right. If that happens, the Primordial Deity could even follow our planar path straight into the Northend World..."
"The orc calamity has already begun. We must send the weakest orcs out of the Blazeforge Realm, in hopes of preserving our legacy. The rest of us can only make a final stand..."
"A futile resistance..."
As the mood grew ever more grim and everyone began searching for a way out, Gorsposi suddenly shouted.
"I found it!"
Instantly, everyone who had been arguing and complaining fell silent.
Gorsposi’s eyes reddened with excitement as he pointed to the Family Codex, shouting loudly.
"There’s still hope! A legendary priest once left a record, said to be based on the speculation of that great being who severed spacetime.
When a Primordial Deity awakens, it’s first the God-Demon Soul that stirs—if its body hasn’t awakened, severing spacetime to delay the awakening is the best and simplest solution.
But if severing spacetime is impossible, then destroying the body before it awakens is the only way to avert disaster.
If the Primordial Deity loses its body, only the God-Demon Soul remains. Without a vessel, the soul may fall into eternal slumber.
Even if it’s not a perfect solution, as long as only the God-Demon Soul remains, we have a sliver of hope..."
Gorsposi exhaled slowly, turned to look at everyone, his eyes blazing with determination.
"This is our only hope—the only way we might achieve final victory. We must try!"
Everyone frowned, pondering the odds of success.
Just then, an overwhelming pressure suddenly filled the sanctuary. A Golden Orc, solemn-faced, slowly descended from midair.
In an instant, everyone was crushed by the immense pressure, unable to lift their heads. Even several Sky Rank orc warriors were shocked—the Golden Orc’s appearance was completely unexpected.
"No need to deliberate. The Family Codex’s records never err—it's connected to the very essence of the Blazeforge Realm, written by legendary high priests through the ages. Errors simply cannot exist within its pages.
Gorsposi, notify everyone at once—summon seventy percent of the Sky Rank warriors from the battlefield. We march on the Sacred Mountain to destroy the Primordial Deity’s body."