Chapter 1076: The Orc Army
The old orc clutched his blood-soaked chest with his left hand, while his right hand hefted a massive silver battle axe over two meters long. The blade was chipped in four or five places—no one knew what had caused it—and drops of purple blood still dripped from its edge.
Behind the old orc, it looked like a battlefield. Countless meteors, trailing long plumes of black smoke, crashed down. Deafening explosions and the cries of battle echoed endlessly from within the crystal sphere.
Fatigue etched every line on the old orc's face; even his voice was heavy with exhaustion.
"To those who come after: I am Rexar. If you are seeing this message I left behind, then remember well what I am about to say."
The Blazeforge Archfiend's power is overwhelming. We fought with everything we had, sacrificing countless heroic kin, but we could not kill the Archfiend. We could not even suppress him.
Now, we stand at the very end. The Blazeforge Archfiend's fury is about to burn every soul in the Blazeforge Realm to ashes.
We have no choice. For the tribe's legacy, for the unyielding spirit of the orcs.
Now, I can only sever time and space, carve out a fragment from the Blazeforge Realm, and use this broken moment to suppress the Blazeforge Archfiend.
But before the river of time branches, the Blazeforge Archfiend will surely break free. So we have no choice. For the tribe's legacy, for the Blazeforge Realm, for the orcs who never yield, never bow.
We could only abandon our faith in the Beast God, forsake the legacy handed down by our ancestors. With nothing left, we must use our souls to hold back and suppress the Blazeforge Archfiend, so he cannot escape.
People of the Beast God, I hope you can forgive those brave warriors. They are the bravest of heroes, unafraid of sacrifice. This was my idea.
As a shaman, I have forsaken the teachings of the shamans. My soul is doomed never to return to the earth's embrace. So let my soul, together with those orc heroes, drag this damned Blazeforge Archfiend to hell with us."
Rexar's voice grew weaker and weaker. Blood gushed from the massive wound in his chest, and his face grew paler by the moment.
Rexar turned around and flew into the air.
At that moment, the entire battlefield appeared within the crystal sphere.
At the center of the battlefield, a colossal demon shrouded in black flames stood. The flames spewed black smoke, warping and scorching the surrounding space. Huge holes burned through the fabric of reality, and space shattered again and again.
It was impossible to see what this gigantic demon really looked like—only its pair of crimson eyes were visible.
The Blazeforge Archfiend turned and looked at Rexar. Its piercing gaze seemed to shoot straight through the crystal sphere. Even though it was only an image, everyone felt as if their souls were being crushed.
"Such terrifying eyes! Is this the Blazeforge Archfiend?"
Morgan's face went pale; he cried out in terror.
Even Leon's mana grew unstable—the Blazeforge Archfiend's power was beyond imagination. Just the gaze captured in the recording was enough to disrupt his magical runes.
The next instant, the angle inside the crystal sphere shifted again. Around the Blazeforge Archfiend, the ground was packed with countless orcs.
At least a million orcs filled the battlefield, with tens of thousands of powerful warriors floating in midair. But now, almost every orc bore wounds.
Most of those floating in the air were gravely injured—some missing an arm, some missing both legs, some with half their bodies charred to cinders.
Yet in the eyes of every orc, flames seemed to burn. As they stared at the colossal Blazeforge Archfiend, not a single orc showed fear—only hatred and valor.
Rexar floated in midair, lowering the hand pressed to his chest. Slowly, he raised his battered battle axe in both hands and glared at the towering demon. Suddenly, Rexar's face flushed red, and he roared with all his might.
"Orc warriors, from this day forward, our souls will never again merge with the earth. We have betrayed our faith. We will never again stand before the people of the Beast God, never again face the Beast God.
We may not even have the chance to descend into hell. We may all be despised by future generations of orcs, never able to face our descendants.
From this day forward, in the eyes of future orcs, we are nothing but ashes burned by the evil Archfiend. We have already sacrificed ourselves. Our deeds will be known to none, recorded by none.
Years from now, we may be remembered as sinners and traitors among the orcs.
But, does anyone regret it?"
In an instant, every orc raised their weapon, flames blazing. Their overwhelming, death-defying spirit soared to the heavens, tearing the clouds apart.
Each orc roared with all their strength.
"No regrets! Never regret!"
"Orcs never yield!"
"Kill that stupid demon bastard!"
Rexar laughed heartily, blood gushing from his chest, but he paid it no mind.
"This is what it means to be orc. This is what honors our bloodline.
That's right—our souls will never find peace, and even our bodies may be transformed into filthy undead creatures.