Chapter 1405
The little orc grinned, pumping those short legs and "sprinting" toward Hubert, all the while shouting in a childish voice.
"Mama... Mama..."
Leon’s eyelids twitched violently. Others might not understand, but Leon heard it loud and clear—this was the language of gods and demons...
The horror faded from Anderson’s three faces, replaced by shock and a touch of admiration.
"Damn, what did Hubert do? Did that guy actually take down a god-demon?"
"Terrifying bastard—he turned a god-demon into his own kid without anyone noticing. No, his own daughter..."
"From now on, I’d better not insult Hubert. He’s got a god-demon daughter now. Idiots really are unpredictable when they get scary..."
Anderson’s three shocked faces kept their distance, dodging the little orc as if avoiding a venomous snake—he didn’t dare go near her.
Clearly, Leon wasn’t going near her either. Daenoson and Rives were just as cautious, keeping their distance. None of them had any idea what was going on. But among the Sanctum of Light mages, one reckless soul had already forgotten to be afraid—his thoughts were exactly like Delton’s...
Delton's death was nothing but an accident—a random hiccup, nothing more. The little orc had no strength left at all...
So, the Sky Rank Level 3 Sanctum of Light mage decisively turned into a beam of light and rushed toward the little orc.
Leon cautiously retreated a bit, sympathy flickering on his face. All three of Anderson's faces wore the same 'idiot' expression.
"An even dumber guy than Hubert."
"No, don't call Hubert dumb. There isn't anyone as high-level dumb as Hubert. Be careful, or his daughter might beat us to death..."
Leon retreated several hundred meters, still feeling unsafe, then stepped back another thousand meters.
Foolish guy. That little orc clearly bears Hubert's bloodline—no one can take her away now. A newborn orc's strongest instinct is to seek out Hubert. Anyone who stands in her way is an enemy to the death. If you want to die, just try blocking her; it's faster than suicide and far more thorough—even your soul won't be spared.
Daenoson and Rives were tempted at first, but when Rives noticed Leon retreating, he quietly backed away too. Seeing Rives retreat, Daenoson began to withdraw as well. After all, no one wanted to end up like Delton—dead in the most miserable way.
The Sanctum of Light mage had already closed in on the little orc. The moment his body was about to touch her, the once innocent little orc suddenly went berserk—gray aura flooding her black eyes, her chubby fist swinging at the mage...
Her movement was as clumsy as a child's fight, but no one could laugh...
A wisp of gray aura exploded from the little orc's fist, transforming into a pillar of gray light more than three meters wide, instantly engulfing the Sanctum of Light mage. In less than a second, both the pillar and the mage vanished forever...
This was far more thorough than holy light's purification—from body to soul, everything was annihilated into nothingness, not even a scrap of bone left behind...
In an instant, the dozen or so Sky Rank survivors present were drenched in cold sweat. Even Leon felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Luckily, he’d hidden far away and in a rather secluded direction; otherwise, if he’d been caught in the blast, he’d have been killed instantly.
Others didn’t know, but Leon was very clear—the Seventy-Third God-Demon was supposed to resurrect, but for some reason began reincarnation, and after success, inherited Hubert’s bloodline.
After thinking for a moment, Leon deduced the most likely scenario: the egg’s surface protection came from God-Demon power, but not a peak God-Demon. That power could block anything but God-Demon energy—air, mana, items, creatures...
It must have been that, during battle, Hubert’s blood containing a trace of God-Demon power accidentally penetrated that shield, causing the Seventy-Third God-Demon’s resurrection to fail and forcing reincarnation. Most importantly, the God-Demon’s consciousness may have completely dissipated—the little orc is truly a new being.
But because of the power accumulated for resurrection, after reincarnation, the Seventy-Third God-Demon immediately became a ten-year-old-sized little orc. The accumulated power was probably mostly absorbed by her. Now, just born, her instincts and residual power are at their peak—anyone who blocks her dies.
Even if her strength is only at mage level, breaking through a Sky Rank Level 3 Sanctum of Light mage’s defense and killing him instantly isn’t hard. That’s the fundamental difference—holy light is nothing but thin air before God-Demon power.
With a casual swing of her little fist, a Sky Rank Level 3 powerhouse was wiped out, not even a trace left. Who else would dare approach?