Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 81: Yin & Yang (Episode 6)

Midas’s eyes widened with slight shock as he landed back onto the ground.

A gasp echoed through the crowd on Midas’s side of the fountain.

Midas picked up his daggers only to realize that the tips had been shattered off.

’Bones hitting stone at a very fast pace... not a good recipe.’ He thought. ’If I were weaker, they wouldn’t have broken. I think I’ve outgrown these weapons in terms of raw strength.’

’He may be no coward. But he is still a fool for doing this. He is dragged by his emotions like a dog on a leash. Blinded by rage, and unable to see the effect of his actions.’ Dorhal shook his head inwardly as he thought this.

Just then, he noticed a tremble in the floor beneath him. He glanced down with an unimpressed expression on his face.

Midas also noticed, looking down with a brow raised.

’Attacking his own brother? I mean... I guess Dorhal did just abandon him as kin a second ago.’ Midas thought.

’So he wants to go after me now, huh?’ Dorhal thought as he saw Ulyskethsar arising from the ground below him. ’This was the gravest mistake you could have made... brother.’ Dorhal said inwardly.

Dormon flew up from the dark depths of the earthworm’s throat. He slashed his blades at Dorhal in a flurry of strikes aimed toward the orc’s feet.

"Hmph..." Dorhal said as he grabbed the hilt of his broadsword. ’I can easily block--’ His thought was cut off as he suddenly felt something push against his back.

It caused him to stumble and take a few steps forward.

His eyes widened with shock as he stared forward, ’N-no!’ He thought to himself with horror, realizing that the only thing that could have pushed him was the army of orcs behind him.

His instant hypothesis was indeed correct. One of the soldiers in formation had run forward and pushed him out of the line of attack.

In doing so, he had sacrificed himself.

Dormon’s scimitars slashed through his legs like they were made of bamboo. Blood splattered everywhere as a piercing shriek of pain echoed through the air.

The foot of the soldier bounced across the ground and landed where Dorhal had been pushed. Right before his feet, to be precise.

Dorhal looked down at the foot with slight horror behind his pupils.

"Argh!" Dormon roared in anger, "Do not get in the way, vermin!" He screamed, turning and hurling a scimitar toward the army.

The blade spun through the air, floating as it flew like a boomerang through the army.

Dozens of orcs were slashed in half as the blade spun around and landed back into Dormon’s hands.

Screams of horror erupted from the crowd of orcs. They knelt down, attempting to regroup the bodies of their fallen brothers.

Midas’s army was shocked and quite taken aback to see this. They didn’t expect this from Dormon, despite his cruel demeanor.

Dormon turned, his focus on Dorhal. Before his eyes could focus on where Dorhal was, however, he noticed a massive white object right in front of his face.

It took his eyes half a second to unblur, and that’s when he saw Dorhal mere feet away from him with his unsheathed sword.

The broadsword had cleaved through the air most of the way already. It was now only inches away from slashing straight across Dormon’s neck.

Dormon looked down and gasped with shock.

"Ulyskethsar!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

The earthworm dove up from the ground, swallowing Dormon as it flew into the air.

Dorhal’s blade slashed across the earthworm’s body, leaving a deep cut the length of an orc’s neck. To the grotesque beast, however, it was a fairly shallow slash.

"COWARD!" Dorhal’s voice rang like thunder. It was even more terrifying than Dormon’s. "Come down and face me like a true orc! You think your new ability gives you strength!? A weakling will always remain a weakling, no matter how many trinkets or lies he dresses himself with!"

Clearly, the commander was enraged to a far greater limit than before. Seeing Dormon ruthlessly slaughter men in his army for no reason at all was enough to send Dorhal into a frenzy.

Dormon jumped out of the ground behind the tattooed orc.

"Fine! You think you can beat me!? Come... find out if you can! I am not scared of you anymore, little brother. I am different now. I have the power bestowed upon me by the gods themselves, do you understand!? The gods!" Dormon screamed as he walked forward, his awesome scimitars held at his sides.

"I am the chosen one, the king... not you! I am the leader of my species who has enough potential to be gifted such a powerful boon. Thats right... I alone." He suddenly grinned, as though proud of this fact.

Dorhal grunted, leaping into a full-blown sprint toward his brother. He looked terrifying, his large muscles contracting powerfully.

His technique was that of a professional sprinter. Seeing such a large body move in such an athletic way was enough to send shiver’s down ones back. Both hands clutched the hilt of his broadsword tightly.

This was going to be the final attack. He wasn’t going to hold back any longer. With the rage of what felt like a thousand orcs harbored on his back, he stormed forward with the intent to kill.

Dormon walked forward unbothered. As soon as Dorhal reached ten feet (three meters) away from him, he raised his hand.

"Absolute Dominator." Dormon grinned, his eyes widening.

Dorhal immediately halted in place. The force of his massive body suddenly stopping sent a gust of wind as an aftershock toward Dormon’s face.

Dorhal’s face twitched to move, his eyes darting around as his expression remained frozen in a state of fury.

"I have rendered you completely immobile. You will die now, you damn fool. In the end, it seems I was the one who was meant to rule all along." Dormon chuckled to himself, placing the blade of his scimitar at Dorhal’s neck.

Dorhal glanced down at the blade. His expression changed into a nonchalant one.

"Hmph... make whatever face you will. Your body will never be able to move without my permission. You are in my Absolute Dominator’s domain, imbecile." Dormon said, beginning to push his blade deeper into Dorhal’s flesh.

A droplet of rich red blood seeped out of the laceration, trickling down Dorhal’s neck and chest.

Dormon suddenly saw a flash of white light zoom in front of Dorhal’s face.

It wasn’t light, but rather the shiny white metal that crafted Dorhal’s broadsword.

A loud clang sounded mere milliseconds afterwards, rippling through the ground itself.

That’s right. Dorhal swung his broadsword in front of his neck, pushing back Dormon’s scimitar and forcing it in place.

The two were now stuck in a struggle, pushing their blades against one another to gain control.

However, Dormon was at a complete loss.

"W-what!? H-how!? How can this be possible!?" He said, taking a step backwards with confusion. He looked as though he had seen a ghost.

Dorhal slowly gazed up at him. A smile then appeared on his face.

"My special ability. Absolute Indomitability." He said with confidence oozing out of him.

Dormon inhaled shakily, his knees nearly buckling under the pressure of the words he heard come out from Dorhal’s lips.

He felt as though he had swallowed an ocean. As though his lungs had been thrown into the desert. He felt like a boulder the size of a mountain had crashed over his back.

All the confidence and arrogance from before melted away like ice cream to a hot sunny day.

He gazed forward with awe and perplexity as he saw Dorhal’s body glow with a white outlining light.

His red tattoo gleamed as well, casting a powerful red light all around his torso that was no dimmer than the white light.

"Y-you’re birthmark..." Dormon finally uttered, his eyes widening as though with realization.

Midas was surprised to hear this as well.

’Birthmark? I thought it was just a tattoo...’ He thought.