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Chapter 353: The Fierce Battle
🕑 Added 2024-10-17 08:42:53 +0000 UTC"But we must not be careless... The Orc King reached the peak of the Saint Realm a century ago, with immense strength. He can tear through defenses of the same level with just his bare hands. Be cautious," said the King of Reem, wearing green armor and holding a magnificent longbow.
"Hmph, so what? The Orc King may still be the same as a century ago, but we have not stood still. I recently comprehended the Profundity of Heat, and this time, we’ll defeat him thoroughly!" A robust middle-aged man showed a confident smile.
King Milan glanced at the middle-aged man from the Kingdom of Ice and said softly, "I feel the same. I’m sure all the fire-type Saints benefited from the world’s recent transformation…"
"Indeed. Comprehending profundities out of thin air—this is the first time I’ve experienced such a thing in my life!" said the third, and last, fire-type Saint.
"The world’s will seems to favor the fire element too much. Why haven’t the other elements changed?" someone said, their voice filled with jealousy.
"That's nonsense. Just recently, the trajectory of the world's profundities became much clearer. I even made a breakthrough because of it."
"Alright, alright. The orcs are almost here. Let's discuss things unrelated to the war later."
Seeing shadows rapidly approaching, Rhett raised his hand, immediately silencing the conversation.
The other Saints obediently closed their mouths. After all, when Rhett had gathered them for support, he had ensured his authority through a ‘friendly sparring’ match...
Having witnessed Rhett’s terrifying power, everyone had naturally come to respect him.
"Rhett! Prepare to die!"
A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the front, like an invisible sonic bomb, shaking the heavens and the earth. The space around them distorted slightly, and the mountains of the canyon front collapsed instantly, causing the ground to quake.
The violent roar of the Bearmen caused an uproar in the human army.
Fortunately, Rhett quickly stabilized the earth element, forming a gravitational field that prevented large-scale casualties among the human forces.
Swish, swish, swish
The leaders from both sides met, their figures flickering as they flew into the sky, reaching a high altitude, several thousand meters above the ground, in a mutual and unspoken agreement.
Over a dozen orcs of varying sizes faced off against the dozen human Saints in the air.
Their gazes met, and the sparks between them seemed to ignite the air. The atmosphere was so thick with killing intent that it almost solidified into lightning.
Rhett’s eyes were cold, unafraid.
This was his first time seeing the Orc King in person. His fur was white as snow, his eyes gleamed like diamonds, and his body stretched over ten meters in length. The muscles under his fur rippled like a series of mountain peaks.
"Those who slaughter my orc people deserve death!"
The Orc King's fiery temper was uncontrollable. His voice was low and loud, and even his ordinary speech caused the air around them to vibrate with sonic booms.
A gust of wind blew past—it was the work of a wind-type Archmage who conjured a wind barrier to counter the sonic waves, causing crackling sounds as the two forces collided.
Some of the Saints frowned, their gazes toward the Orc King filled with apprehension, clearly intimidated by the power that came so easily to him.
Rhett narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that the Orc King’s bloodline powers were indeed terrifying. He was many times stronger than the average Bearman, and every movement he made was filled with immense power.
Without restraint, a simple word from him could kill a group of lower-level transcendents…
"Phyllis, as the King of the Orcs, you’ve annexed countless of our lands. I urge you to return them immediately, or today, you will suffer a heavy defeat!"
Finally, someone broke the silence. King Milan glared furiously, the flames from his sword evaporating the surrounding moisture into mist!
The Ice Queen, her robe fluttering in the wind, held her longbow and aimed it at the Orc King. She said proudly, "Invaders, your end is near. Our world is about to be cleansed. If you don’t retreat to your homeland, we’ll grant you nothing but death."
"Why bother talking? Let’s charge and cut them to pieces!" shouted an elderly knight riding a massive white tiger, his spear raised high. He was the only one among the Saints who had a Saint-level magical beast.
Because of this, his lifespan was nearing its end, and he was prepared to give his life in this war, hoping to burn the last of his strength in a final blaze of glory.
"Roar!"
The white tiger beneath him roared mightily, swiping its claws through the air.
"Roar!"
But a louder roar came from the front, a sound unlike any other, shattering space like a mirror. The air exploded like a barrel of gunpowder.
Boom, boom, boom!
"That cursed Orc King! He doesn’t follow the rules. He’s launching a sneak attack!"
"Charge! Let’s finish this once and for all—today, the fate of humanity and the orcs will be decided!"
The King of Reem, encased in stone armor, rallied the troops with a battle cry. His longbow glowed with an earthy yellow light as he fired an arrow that shot through the air like a bolt of thunder, shaking the very space as it flew toward the Orc King.
"Pathetic human worms! If you won’t die peacefully, daring to stand in the way of the Great Beast God’s will, then prepare to be consumed by the final flames of war."
The Bearman Chieftain pounded his chest, producing a resounding thud, before raising his massive white paws and bringing them down with a roar:
"All Saint-level orcs, hear me! Our people have been slaughtered by humans. It’s time for revenge! We will take this world for our own!"
"Charge with me!"
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish…
In an instant, countless shadows flickered across the sky.
The opposing forces, wielding the most powerful strength in the world, clashed head-on.
A barrage of attacks erupted, causing an unparalleled disturbance across the heavens and earth!
The sinister Phantom Poison Snakemen took a strategic position, releasing a cloud of poisonous mist that turned the entire area into a toxic fog.
But in the next moment, a wind-type Saint in white robes waved his wand, summoning a mighty gust that cleared the air in an instant.
Bloodmoon Werewolves and Shadow Tigers entered their bloodthirsty and shadow-form states, sneaking into the rear of the battlefield.
However, a light-element Saint, his eyes shining like the sun, swung his sword, unleashing a white sword beam that tore through space, brimming with boundless sharpness.
Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz
A high-frequency hum sounded as a gravitational field locked down the space, trapping the two Saint-level orcs who had been trying to sneak in.
Swish, swish, swish, swish...
Multicolored strikes shot from all directions.
"Roar!"
Another roar echoed across the battlefield.
The Bearman Chieftain had pushed his roaring ability to the extreme, aiming his sonic blasts at the human Saints encircling the two orcs.
At that moment, an elderly Saint riding a white tiger fearlessly charged at the Orc King. Even though his battle aura was scattered by the sonic waves, and his armor shattered, his skin tearing open, the determination in his eyes never wavered.
His muscles bulged, his teeth clenched tightly, and with iron will, he thrust his sword straight into the Bearman Chieftain’s chest. Blood streamed down his chest as the blade sank deep.
A Draconian Saint, fists clenched in rage, raised his massive hand and struck toward the elderly knight’s head.
"Master Pudi!"
The Ice Queen let out a piercing scream, her longbow shifting direction as she shot an arrow at the Draconian’s head.
Four long swords aligned, transforming into a piercing arrow of unstoppable force. The white light seemed to stretch from one end of the world to the other.
At the last moment, the Draconian twisted his body, narrowly dodging the white arrow, which veered off course.
But right behind the arrow, a spike suddenly curved and struck the Draconian’s eye. The power of disintegration exploded, instantly obliterating his head.
Though the wound was small, it was more than enough to be fatal.
The Draconian Saint’s body twitched uncontrollably as his limbs and tail flailed in midair. His body fell to the ground, landing in a deep crater, lifeless.
At the same time, the elderly knight, determined to die, pushed his sword deeper into the Orc King’s chest, using the last of his strength to drive the blade further in.
Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted close by. The knight, who had been focused intently, was caught off guard. In the next moment, his body exploded into a cloud of blood.
The snow-white fur of the Orc King was stained red with blood. He licked his lips and growled, "Foolish worm. All of you will die!"
In the next second, the Orc King charged at Rhett like a cannonball. Having witnessed the disintegration that killed the Draconian, the Orc King now feared Rhett’s power.
After all, the Profundity of Disintegration, which hadn’t been comprehended in millennia, had now reappeared. The threat was too great—Rhett had to be eliminated as quickly as possible.
On the other side of the battlefield, three fiery dragons suddenly emerged. King Milan, the middle-aged warrior, and another fire-element Saint surrounded a Draconian in a three-pronged formation.
The Profundity of Heat erupted simultaneously from all three, and even the Draconian’s hard, silver-white scales melted into liquid silver under the intense heat.
A wave of frost swept through the air, and countless droplets of silver transformed into beads of frozen liquid, falling from the sky like rain.
The Orc King glanced at the gruesome death of his fellow orc from the corner of his eye, his eyelid twitching. How had these human Saints made such rapid progress in the profundities over just a few decades?
As the Orc King drew closer, Rhett's lips curled into a cold smile. With composure, he summoned a radiant Earthlight Shield.
A brilliant layer of earth-yellow light enveloped him, soon coated with the power of vibration, warping and distorting the air around it.
The Bearman Chieftain struck with a massive paw, creating a deafening boom. The impact sent tremors through the Earthlight Shield, and Rhett’s expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected that anyone in the same realm could physically withstand the power of vibration!
The force had nearly shattered the Earthlight Shield entirely.
Of course, the Orc King felt the repercussions as well. His paw throbbed painfully as the force of the vibrations turned his muscles to pulp, although his thick skin concealed the damage.
While using his bloodline powers to heal his hand, the Orc King took a deep breath, his chest swelling like a hill before collapsing with a roar.
The roar, amplified by his innate gift, blasted directly at Rhett.
With a deafening explosion, the previously indestructible Earthlight Shield shattered into fragments.
A massive paw blotted out the sky. Rhett's human-sized body was dwarfed by it, and the shadow of the paw covered his face as it came crashing down.
Boom! The soundwave rolled across the battlefield.
But the anticipated scene of Rhett being crushed into pulp did not occur. Instead, the Bearman Chieftain frowned, suddenly feeling a sharp pain.
He looked down and saw that one of his fingers had been pierced by a spike, drawing blood. Slowly, the spike unleashed the power of disintegration, breaking down his flesh.
The Orc King’s expression changed, and he quickly withdrew his arm, shaking Rhett off and retreating.
He looked at his right hand, where his thickest finger—the ring finger—had been severed in half. His face twisted in fury.
"As expected of the Orc King, your hide is tough. I used my full strength, and yet I only managed to take half a finger!" Rhett said with a satisfied smile. He wiggled his fingers and added, "Surrender now. You have no chance of winning. Why not lead all your orcs to surrender, and I’ll allow you to become my mount!"
"How dare you insult the Orc King! You will die for this!" came an angry shout from behind. A massive Shadow Tiger, in its shadow-form state, sped toward Rhett. The sheer speed blinded everyone as its claws, gleaming in the sunlight, aimed straight for Rhett's head.
Shhh!
In an instant, the Saint-level Shadow Tiger unleashed thousands of claw strikes, creating a blur of afterimages.
In his Profundity of Dispersion state, Rhett's body disintegrated like flowing sand, quickly reforming as his spiritual energy drained.
Faced with attacks from both front and back, Rhett remained calm. He wouldn’t let himself be taken down so easily. His spiritual energy spread outward, and the surrounding earth element formed a powerful gravitational field. Every particle of the element exuded immense gravitational force, trapping the Shadow Tiger in place.
Swish, swish, swish
A Dimensional Blade and a Radiant Arrow shot from opposite directions, slashing into the Shadow Tiger’s back and arms.
Puff!
The Shadow Tiger's defenses were surprisingly fragile. After taking such a risky approach and launching a frenzied assault, it couldn’t withstand the two profound strikes.
Blood splattered onto Rhett’s arm as the Shadow Tiger’s body once again began to emit black and purple mist, trying to escape in its shadow-form.
But Rhett’s gaze was icy. He gave no chance for escape. At point-blank range, he summoned a spike, as sharp as a dagger, which pierced straight into the Shadow Tiger's chest.
In an instant, the body disintegrated into nothing.
The Orc King, watching his comrades fall one by one, let out a thunderous roar that echoed through the sky.
His words were encrypted in a special language that none of the humans could understand. But the actions that followed made the Orc King's intent clear.
Three Phantom Poison Snakemen grouped together in perfect sync, their scales gleaming brightly. In the next moment, their scales began to dissolve into their bodies, the energy being absorbed within.
Then, their skin took on a smooth, emerald-green glow, as though they had been transformed into sculptures of polished jade.
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