Chapter 14- Apocalyptic Warrior

It fit for every Dragon with horns that proudly stand at the sky like that of an elk's. It was golden in color with power brewing at it.

"It also has an interesting gimmick. When I stealthily wore it to Ragnarok and he woke up, his madness rushes to this helmet and so it gain the ability of let's say "Dragon's Madness", it makes your offense and defense become stronger 10x than your original strength and it lasted for only half a day without any kind of repercussion then it needed to save up for a ten years before another usage." Moldok proudly tells the story but left out how he was beaten half dead that day.

"Oh, don't worry. He didn't want to destroy it and he only said "give it to my creation." He added.

"Uhh…" Honde wanted to decline but…

"Don't worry, I especially created this so only Dragons can wear it. Dragon's Madness is a bonus I didn't expect." Moldok explained again.

"Then I will humbly accept this gift, Divine Uncle." Honde thanked Moldok with sincerity but his heart was stirring with waves and joy. With this kind of overpowered helmet, he can even fight the Four Dragon Kings in a stalemate.

"Sigh, I know why Ragnarok is disappointing to all of you. You all are too respectful. Oh, don't worry you can be respectful to him but you can take it easy on me." Moldok pointed to himself with confidence.

"I will take it to heart, Divine Uncle." Honde replied.

"Oh, looks like he is…" Before finishing what Moldok wanted to say. A giant ax wanted to decapitate him in half appeared. Moldok only stretched out his right hand to his left and caught the ax.

"Let me all show you a power hidden within you all." As he didn't even bat an eye to the ax, an unknown energy with the affinity of flame flowed through his veins making his hands stronger. And that unknown energy coated his fist that made the unbreakable metal break. It was a divine steel that was created by the Dwarves that were the creation of Electia, the God of Earth and Creation.

Dwarves and Barbarians are enemies to each other because Barbarians like to break what was created by Dwarves but Dwarves can't live without Barbarians while Barbarians can't go to war and become stronger without Dwarves.

Dwarves created the weapons of the Barbarians and in turn they are protected from monsters that are too much to handle. It didn't mean Barbarians depend on weapons but because weapons make sense and a trusted weapon is all they needed.

Dwarves needed the heat of the homes of Barbarians while Barbarians needed their godly creations of weapons because they often break stuff.

He then vanished from his spot and appeared beyond his champion, the Apocalypse Warrior. He had 2 pairs of eyes and 2 pairs of hands. He was only the exception with the eyes. He was one of the Eight Beings who have been given a name by Ragnarok, his name is Aldramadeo while Altas was the name given by Moldok. His powers are like that of his Creator but instead of Flame, he has the power to regenerate faster than he can be wounded. Worse of all, he would become stronger when it was healed.

"Aldramadeo O' Altas, long time no see. Try using this energy once instead of that flimsy mana." Moldok smiled and greeted his champion, he punched him in his stomach, and every part of the body, even in his champion's head. Although he was venting his anger, Moldok is actually pressing all his internal organs, his soul and every being for him to sense the unknown energy used by Moldok.

The champion can only groan before he even knows what happened to him. The only thought he has is the energy that flowed through his Creator. That unknown energy called out to him, it makes his very being wander through anticipation. His fighting spirit blaze and unknown to him, he called forth that energy.

Although he can't control it yet, it was enough to heal his body parts more than the mana ever could. The world became clearer to him and the energy around him manifested. If the God of Flame and Destruction can change into either the affinity of Flame or Destruction but his affinity collapses the very Heavens and shatters the Earth in his mere presence. Controlling this kind of energy will become his greatest asset but unlike Ragnarok who has transcendental control over his energy, he has a long way to go.

His body became larger, his eyes became golden and a golden light appeared before his whole body that became his armor. It was one of the applications of the blessing he was given. The unknown energy then fuses with this armor, creating a golden red radiance.

When his transformation finishes, he vanishes from his original spot, punching the head of his Creator. Moldok appeared satisfied as he saw how this guy manage to call upon that unknown energy and fused it with the blessing. He then receives the punch with another punch and when these two forces collide, it destroys the space around them. And with that, even destroy the very surrounding they were in.

"Good, good, good. Altas, you did not disappoint me." He laughed as he enjoyed the sensation of the punch with an equal to him. That becomes something like the delight of their soul and being that every Barbarian has an innate of.

Barbarians are the creation of Moldok, the God of Flame and Destruction from his very image. Their innate fighting makes them formidable and even their intelligence makes them grow to that of their current them. They are the epitome of his "followers that can exceed the followers of Ragnarok."

The Barbarians watching saw this chance to beat the crap out of their Creator. Their blood boiled at that thought. Their fighting spirit created a luminescence of dark red domains in the day. Aldo, the Barbarian Warlord of Thousand Strikes seeing the unknown energy find it seeing their battle. His powers soar and the world becomes a paradise for him. If he was struggling in the water before, now he is swimming with so much happiness.

He may not have much control like Altas but he certainly is a genius in the ways of it and maybe why he has been so bruised earlier. No one knows.

The others found this amusing and then enjoyed the battle. Honde became a spectator and only watched until their heads and whole body had become battered and bruised. He knows them too well. Unlike Dragons who respect their elders but will fight their opinions if they know that elder is wrong, Barbarians will want to beat their elders. It is not because they have no respect but it means that they beat the strongest guy in their hearts.

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"KAHAHAHAHA." A loud laugh can be heard everywhere. The lake had been unharmed but the other areas are of only destruction. Rows of jars of wine can be seen that but will be emptied by the next morning.

"Old Man, why did you descend?" An angry shout can be heard. Aldramadeo O' Altas, the Apocalyptic Warrior, The Son of the Sun, The Champion of Flame, The Ruler of All Barbarians and One of the Eight Great Beings is drunk and having a funny quarrel with Moldok.

"Don't worry, don't worry. I'll never change what you have created. Just here to relax and watch all of you." Moldok laughed again as he patted the back of his champion. He was drinking in a large chalice.

"I don't care, old man. Return to your home, hic." Altas shouted as his hands on the shoulder of Moldok.

"KAHAHAHA, let's drink more. This is a joyous occasion. HAHAHAHA." He raised his chalice and shouted to all of them that even become more lively that ever.

"Oh, before I forget old man, what is that energy?" Altas who from being drunk to being sober ask a question. His kingly aura had been shaped throughout all his long career as a King.

"Oh, this. Ragnarok called it Aura and I call it Fighting Intent but they are like Mana, a diluted form of Cosmic Energy." Moldok then opened his palms to create a small ball of sun that made the surrounding cold become hot.

"Hmm, Aura is it." Altas opened his palm to create a spark of space being cracked like a mirror. It was the personification of his Aura.

"Ragnarok told me that an Aura is when you use your being as a catalyst to bring about this energy. And aura is the innate powers of Barbarians which I have bestowed upon you all but you didn't discover it until I all teach you. Tsk tsk." Altas heard his disappointing words but hidden beneath is a father seeing his son learning.

Altas tried using the Aura gathered at his hands and punched out the air which created a space cracking at an alarming rate but also healed faster. Although it healed, it gave an immense blast of power and regality.

"Your power has the power to destroy a world. That's great." Moldok smiled and also punched out the air. Like Altas, the space quake and cracks. But it was larger and more destructive. If it was him before, it would be much of a destruction but now he has learned to control his strength by only using a tenth of the Aura used by Altas to create that blast earlier.

"Hm, but why are you here old man? You should be in your home, right?" Altas asked as he gulped down a jar of the wine.

"Hm, to sightsee and see my creations. Ragnarok said that only weaklings will become afraid to have a mortal reasoning and here I am proving him wrong." Moldok said as he also gulped down from his chalice.

"And so you mean, other gods are also here?" Altas asked as if he ever knew the answer.

"Yep, yep. Chaos and Wars will be prominent in the future but it is needed for a world to grow." Moldok said nonchalantly while gazing at the stars.

"This world is interesting. Much interesting than the memories I have regarding worlds should look like. If not for Ragnarok, we may create a world who only farms Faith Energy.

"That's true, First Uncle is much older than you all, right?" Altas asked. He knew that the Dragon God is older and stronger than the Gods. He was also the God who refused to become humanoid and also the god who had strange hobbies.

"70,000 years older or less. He even battled a god to the death when he was 30,000 or 40,000 years old." Moldok narrated all that he knew about the Dragon God to Altas and before they knew it, the Barbarians listened to his speech. Even Honde listens to Moldok about their God's stories.

Then before anyone else, a large chariot flying in the sky appeared. It then descended from the ground where Altas and Moldok were drinking.