The Record of Orc Civilization

Chapter 468: The Script of Ruin

Vakgar, still pursued by the tsunami of magma, suddenly halted his retreat and dropped into a rock-solid stance. With a howling roar, he slammed his mace directly into the heart of the fiery wave. An air-shattering shockwave erupted, cleaving the magma tsunami into two separate paths. Vakgar blurred through the gap at lightning speed. Combining Padakacarma and Brajamusti through his mace, he triggered a gargantuan Brajadenta in a single, singular swing. A massive spectral head of Kala—its size surpassing that of a hill—roared fiercely, lunging toward Furfur just as the Demon’s heatwave subsided.

Furfur’s brow furrowed; he sensed a genuine threat from the colossal Brajadenta before him. He raised the Volcanic Blade high. Layered circles of magic diagrams manifested behind him, accompanying a sword strike that seemed to cleave through dimensions. The sky appeared to tear open, and with it, space itself was severed. The ferocious giant Kala head was split in two. However, the Brajadenta was no living creature; it was a manifestation of pure energy—the friction of air ignited by an Asura’s indomitable will to fight. Despite being halved, the two fragments of energy surged forward, smashing the volcanoes in their path into fine dust. Furfur narrowed his eyes and calmly stepped aside, narrowly avoiding a strike from Goku’s Pancanaka Claws, which had suddenly lunged from the shadows.

Furfur spun three hundred and sixty degrees, swinging his leg in a devastating arc kick. Goku managed to parry by crossing his arms, but the impact was too massive. His ribs, already cracked, were now pulverized. His internal organs tore, forcing Goku to cough up fresh blood. Furthermore, the heat radiating from the sole of Furfur’s foot scorched his arms until the flesh began to liquefy. Goku was hurled backward, only managing to regain his balance mid-air through sheer grit.

With both arms limp and mangled, Goku ducked by instinct, dodging a follow-up slash from Furfur’s blade. He countered with a low leg sweep that struck the side of Furfur’s knee with the force of a falling cliff. It felt like kicking a mountain of solid granite, yet the knee joint—the Demon’s fulcrum—finally buckled, disrupting his balance. Vakgar arrived right on time, bringing his mace down toward Furfur’s head. Furfur managed a frantic parry, but his shaky footing sent him flying from the full momentum of Vakgar’s swing.

Goku immediately concentrated his energy to regenerate his arms and internal organs. He prioritized only vital parts like his lungs and heart to conserve Dragon Prana, leaving his other wounds to mend through the natural, slower regeneration of his Asura physiology.

"I truly feel like I’m fighting the actual apocalypse," Vakgar grumbled, wiping away blood as he mended the injuries hindering his movement.

"This isn’t the apocalypse yet, Vakgar. Far from it. In the Scriptures of The One, when the end times arrive, mountains are said to fly about like scattered wool. Right now, these mountains are just popping up like mushrooms after rain," Goku replied, standing tall once more with a piercing gaze.

"Good point... wait, what?!"

Vakgar’s murmur cut short as he saw Furfur release his sword. The Demon raised both hands toward the heavens. The Volcanic Blade hovered statically as magic diagrams flowed toward Furfur’s palms. The diagrams aligned into a complex, giant circle in the firmament, as if writing the script of destruction upon the clouds.

Suddenly, the earth vibrated with a terrifying frequency. The hundreds of volcanoes that had emerged earlier shuddered violently, spewing massive amounts of lava as if attempting to drain the very bowels of the world. In the next moment, a phenomenon occurred that left both Asuras wide-eyed with disbelief.

The volcanoes, hundreds of meters high, were uprooted! Pulled by an invisible force, the massive rock formations drifted into the sky, floating as light as feathers and dancing gracefully among the black clouds.

[Dance of the Volcanoes]

Furfur’s voice echoed, filling the silence left by the two Asuras’ slack-jawed disbelief.

"YOU BASTARD, GOKU! WHY COULDN’T YOU KEEP YOUR FILTHY MOUTH SHUT?!" Vakgar screamed, glaring at Goku with flashes of rage and frustration.

Goku could only remain silent, cold sweat drenching his back. He had no defense. Who could have predicted that Furfur was truly capable of turning a scriptural metaphor into a lethal reality? The logic of his world was now utterly shattered.

"Any last words?" Furfur asked coldly, looking down at the two Asuras.

Goku and Vakgar swallowed hard, trying to steady their frantic heartbeats.

"Hmm... do you need music to accompany your dance?" Vakgar asked in a forced, awkward tone.

"The music shall be your death rattles," Furfur replied. With a single sweep of his hand, the hovering mountains dived like guided missiles, zeroing in on the pair.

"SHUT UP, VAKGAR!!" Goku roared.

"FUCK YOU, GOKU!!!"

Along with their curses, dozens of mountains rained down upon the battlefield. Dodging was no longer an option. The only way forward was to destroy these mountains before their bodies were ground into dust. Goku no longer thought about his Dragon Prana reserves. In this situation, holding back was synonymous with suicide. He summoned the full power of Bhima—one hundred percent. His Kekayon Armor transformed completely, perfectly matching the majestic stature of The Werkudara.

His visor shifted into a fierce mask with wide, piercing eyes. A thick, sweeping mustache adorned his grinning lips, displaying the savagery of an apex predator hungry for battle. His headpiece transformed into a towering, coiled hair arrangement known as The Minangkabau Coil. Around his waist, the Saput Poleng cloth was etched with bold checkered patterns, wrapped gallantly.

His right hand gripped the Rujakpalo Mace, now manifested to the size of a hill with serrated edges capable of vibrating atoms. His left hand was extended, flaunting the Pancanaka Claws—thumb-claws curved as sharp as a butcher’s knife forged for the gods.

Goku surged forward, charging into the rain of mountains. Vakgar understood his role; this was no longer a stage for him. His only contribution now was to distract Furfur while Goku dealt with the catastrophe falling from the sky.

With one swing of the Rujakpalo Mace, Goku pulverized a dozen mountains into fine powder. This was the true power of The Werkudara—whatever this mace touched would be reduced to nothingness, regardless of its hardness. Although the mace in Goku’s hand was merely an energy manifestation with power approaching the original, its Dragon Prana consumption was horrific. But for Goku, it was a price well worth paying to shatter the apocalypse Furfur had created.