Chp. 34 Dungeon Core

"Will you spare them?" Urul asked in a pleading voice as his tattoos are starting to glow more.

"Hmm… perhaps, if you surprise me then I might just help in finding this place a new owner." Marc said and this time he took off his helmet showing his face shocking those that were watching.

"*Gasp*"

"*Gasp*"

"*Gasp*"

"*Le gasp!*"

"*Gasp*"

"So you were human all along… or are you a beast?" Urul was shocked too as in their records very few humans could be this strong. The past owner of the Dungeon was human too but he was a person gifted with the blessings of the gods.

They did not feel an ounce of divine power in Marc in their battle but this might just be enough as being human is what they all needed.

"Please, take care of my people…" Urul said as his tattoos now glowed bright blue and his eyes also glowed bright.

His pressure increased shocking even Marc as he never thought that this guy was able to pull out such a move. But from what he can see this can only be used once.

Marc's face went serious as he at least did not expect his, sure he thought that there might have been a trump card they could use but not like this.

"I might have to be serious about this after all…" Marc then burst in full power as he let out his entire aura around himself making him glow in amber hue as he used the strongest pressure he can radiate towards the orc chief.

"Forbidden Skill: Final Breath." Urul said whispering but Marc did not lose focus as he used every ounce of his senses as he saw the sudden spike of energy within the Orc.

He could only do this once he is out of the wildlands accurately as this aura thing of his could only gauge a rough estimate most of the time while inside the peninsula.

But right now he is feeling a surge similar to when he faced the Swamp Toad Lord. Marc put his left feet forward, kept his clenched right fist by his waist as he slowly lowered his stance. His shoulders pulling back as he looked at Urul with the utmost focus seeing he too took a stance to throw a right straight.

Marc focused his aura into his body receding in inside as he saw Urul do a very slow punching motion but Marc knew that this was no regular punch. Marc too threw his punch at the same speed.

To the others it looked like they were moving at regular speed but that was because the amount of aura placed in those punches was so heavy to be released immediately.

The mother and daughter orcs were in tears as well as the others that woke up. The Goblin chief was also awake in the corner in the care of some shamans, Untlac was silent as he knew this was the last moments of his comrade.

Imlis was in her daughter's arms as she lay weakly looking intently towards Marc who was radiating in Amber hue. Magla was also lying weakly being tended to by shamans as she watched but her eyes were full of respect as she looked at Urul.

*BOOOOOM!!*

*SWOOOSH!!*

*CRACKLE*

*CRACKADOOSH!!*

*RUMBLE*

The sands of the area around Marc and Urul was blown away by the force of their collision and the place looked to be full of grey dust. The Army and the others looked in trepidation as the dust slowly settled.

Bula and her daughter are looking silently at the place where they could see two silhouettes stood. Soon everybody could see Marc and Urul but those that watched paled as they saw Marc using his left hand holding Urul's fist while his right fist went through the chest of the Orc.

"FATHER NO!!" Glasha screamed in despair seeing her father's figure but Bula held her in place as she shed tears silently.

"That was a good punch…" Marc said as he looked at Urul in front of him. He knew the guy could not speak anymore as he is dead but the eyes were still showing a full smile.

"*Sigh*" Marc pulled his hand back and stood back as he looked at the still standing figure of Urul. Then he stared at his left hand which was now bare as the hand guard and gloves were now all gone, but his eyes were one the middle of his palm.

There a small cut was visible and a drop of blood was dripping down. Marc was amazed by how changed he is compared to how he was before, that tree he now lives in in the reason for that and now he is superhuman.

"I guess you won." Marc smiled as he said this in a low voice but everybody heard it. The Chieftains were shocked, happy and also a smirked in defeat as that strong attack could only make such a small cut on their enemy.

They thought about the other Seven outside that they might face and felt that they were lucky that they experienced this rather than going outside and facing all eight.

What they didn't take into account is that almost everyone would only fight using physical skills without the use of auras outside in the Wildlands. If the beast lords could have used auras then there would have been no instance that some warriors before could kill some in battle.

"Quite a conviction you have… very well I shall honor my words to you." Marc said as he then remembered the few seconds that happened before the dust cloud settled.

[Few moments earlier]

"GRuekh…" Urul looked down and saw Marc's fist passing through his body and then his fist which was blocked by Marc.

"What is you name warrior?" Marc asked as he looked at Urul's dying moments.

"I…am Urul Bla-cough…Bladewind…chief of the Plain Riders Tribe…" Urul said in his last breath as he felt defeat and regret that they are so weak and could not go through the next threshold.

He knew that they cannot go beyond due to the threshold placed upon them by the dungeon as well as the previous dungeon master. Although there were records some of their ancestors used to go beyond that but that was when the last Master was alive.

After his death none of the future descendant had ever been able to go past the limit that was borne unto them. Marc on the other hand was in thought as he felt the slight nick on his palm making him look towards Urul who also felt the slight trickle of blood.

"Heh… you might be…cough! Cough… be able to have the holy artifact…acknowledge you…*sigh* please take care of my… people and family…" Urul's voice was very weak on the last part as his consciousness faded while he kept his position as he smiled.

[Thirty minutes later]

Marc now stood in front of the large Chained up Gate which leads up to the so called Holy Artifact of the people here. But in reality it was the dungeon core, the events near the gates have reached the ears of every species within the dungeon and Urul's sacrifice was heard of all.

The other Chieftains were somber but they too have no choice as they were worried that Marc might instead kill everybody here if they do not answer to his demands.

Soon the gates rumbled as Marc was led into the interior where a spiraling stair case that leads upwards. It took them about fifteen minutes of walking until they arrived at the last door.

Though wounded Imlis still led the way as she opened the last door for Marc. They were greeted by the purplish glow that bathed them as soon as the doors were ajar.

Marc did not care much as he walked ahead then looked at the large Dungeon Core that floated in the tower. It was then they were greeted by a screen that popped right in front of them.

[Please register your name]

That was all it said in English text while a keyboard appeared along with a screen for emojis along with many other floating screens that had their own information in them

"The Holy Text!" Imlis and the other chiefs said as they looked pious towards the screen.

Marc felt weirded out as he looked around and it was then he noticed that no one here could read this at all. He had an Inkling seeing their banners and such written with symbols he did not know off.

He just then realized that they did not know how to use this interface at all as they just bowed and listened to the beeps of the system waiting for their actions.

[Would you like to claim the Dungeon Core?]

The Interface asked again and the people around Marc went and muttered something like a prayer. It was now apparent that these idiots could not read and made this interface into some sort of bible like thingy.

"As you can see Great Warrior, our Holy Artifact is what we have surmised to be a dungeon core. Though we do not know much of how it works but one note from our ancestor that it would need a new owner." Imlis waved her hand and hovered above the Interface.

[Dungeon Creatures are not allowed to register as owners.]