Chapter 1179
The aged Golden Orc landed slowly, issuing commands as if by instinct. Yet whether it was Golsposi or the other orc tribes, all obediently bowed their heads and followed the orders of this ancient orc.
"At your command, Lord Kros."
After instructing the orcs, Kros turned to face the humans. His cold gaze treated them like fragile chicks that could be crushed with a single squeeze.
"Foolish humans—the source of every disaster. If not for your shameful invasions, calamity would never have befallen the Blazeforge Realm, nor would our fertile lands have turned to scorched earth.
All humans deserve to die!
As he spoke, Kros suddenly extended a hand. A heavy, supernatural aura spread out, almost tangible. Faint golden combat qi began to glow gently—soft, not blinding—yet it rapidly condensed into a colossal golden hand over a hundred meters wide.
On the surface of the giant hand, the lines of Kros's palm were perfectly clear, even the scars on his hand seemed magnified countless times.
The giant hand pressed down, its crushing force already pinning the eight human Sky Rank experts—and Leon—beneath it!
Within the hundred-meter radius, the earth began to silently collapse, compressed into a glass-like substance. Leon and the nine Sky Rank experts felt as if they were being crushed at the bottom of an endless sea—none of them could breathe.
Every fingertip was pinned down by the overwhelming pressure.
Watching that slowly descending giant palm felt like a deliberate humiliation before execution, forcing everyone to experience the creeping arrival of death.
Leon's face was grim and flushed, runic sigils unfurling across his skin in a desperate effort to resist the crushing pressure that seemed to solidify the very air.
This was no illusion—the space around them had truly solidified. In such a place, spatial magic and teleportation were useless; even the Gates of Space could not be opened unless one had the strength to contend with Kros himself.
Sky Rank Level 3!
No, it's the peak of Sky Rank Level 3, just a step away from Level 4. Some insights of Level 4 have definitely accumulated.
For anyone present at Sky Rank, such an existence is invincible. Resistance is impossible—even escape is a luxury.
Nearby, Dida La had already become a figure of flame, his fire nearly bursting forth, yet the immense pressure kept those flames suppressed within his body. Only by unleashing his full power could he hope to avoid being crushed to death.
Heron, Joey, Morgan, Arno, Rafael...
Everyone's face was flushed, their magic nearly exploding just to barely resist the pressure that pressed in from all sides like the depths of the sea.
As that massive palm grew larger, the pressure on everyone intensified.
No one expected Kros to attack the humans the moment he appeared, especially at such a critical, perilous moment.
On the orc side, most Sky Rank experts were only briefly surprised, then saw nothing wrong. Gorsposi opened his mouth, sighed softly, but said nothing at all.
This is trouble. Lord Kros has actually appeared in person. Decades ago, it was said he went underground to comprehend the laws, striving to break through to Sky Rank Level 4.
All these years, he never appeared again, not even his aura could be sensed. Everyone thought Lord Kros had returned to the earth. Who could have imagined he'd come back alive, now just a step from Sky Rank Level 4, ready to break through at any moment...
Back then, Lord Kros fought humans for years. His son died at their hands, making him a staunch advocate for war. Whenever he saw humans, he would kill them all...
But now, if Lord Kros kills these human Sky Rank experts, the alliance may completely collapse. Relying on the Blazeforge Orcs alone, there's no way to defeat that ancient god-demon...
Gorsposi wanted to persuade him, but didn't dare. He truly didn't know what to do...
Meanwhile, Mutabra, the Bloodbone Orc Sky Rank expert, folded his arms and sneered. A bone in his finger wriggled beneath the skin—a sign of Bloodbone Orc excitement.
A bunch of foolish humans, especially that damned Leon Merlin, are finally going to die.
That foolish titled archmage—not even Sky Rank—dared to repeatedly provoke me. Now he's nothing but an ant, easily crushed by Lord Kros.
Lord Kros loathes humans most of all. Even a single archmage, he'd relish crushing with his own hands. Every human deserves death—those were his words back then.
Now Lord Kros is only a step away from Sky Rank Level 4, but his hatred for humans hasn't changed in the slightest. That's just perfect.
Die, die, let this whole foolish human lot perish here!
Now that Lord Kros has returned, the Blazeforge Realm's disaster will end by his hand—no need for help from these foolish humans...
Just when everyone thought the human Sky Rank mages would be wiped out, an equally powerful supernatural aura suddenly appeared in the temple.
Endless radiance erupted as if from nowhere, instantly forming a giant hand of light a hundred meters wide. The entire temple was bathed in brilliance, and within the endless glow, countless devout worshippers seemed to sing praises...
Holy hymns seemed to echo from the void itself, firefly-like motes of light drifting in the air, as if the whole world had fallen silent in an instant.
Only the radiant giant hand and the pale golden combat qi hand collided in utter silence. Sound vanished, the air within hundreds of meters evacuated, and all elemental energy was expelled from the area.
A vacuum formed here, even space itself seemed to hollow out.
A vacuum zone formed here, and even space itself seemed to hollow out.
The nine Sky Rank experts previously suppressed by Kros suddenly erupted with powerful magic. In this void, their power burst forth like exploding suns—though each sun burned with a different color.
The firefly-like motes of light slowly drifted into the void, their gentle radiance like soft hands, exerting a gentle yet irresistible force that forcibly suppressed everyone’s unleashed power, gradually calming the storm of magic.
Overhead, the radiant giant hand and the pale golden combat qi hand collided in utter silence, then both began to melt away like ice under the scorching sun.
In less than three seconds, both the radiant magic hand and the pale golden combat qi hand dissipated together...
The next moment, a voice rang out—cold and tinged with dissatisfaction.
"Kros, do you really think a single ancient god-demon isn’t enough to destroy the Blazeforge Realm? Decades have passed, and you’re still just as foolish!"
In midair, the firefly-like motes of light covering half the sky rapidly converged, forming a human figure of pure radiance. As the light dimmed, a middle-aged man appeared, dressed in pristine white robes, his hair immaculately combed, a faint smile on his face.
This newcomer stood upon a beam of light, wrapped in a pale halo, his features gentle, resembling a devout priest of the Holy Light.
A new powerhouse had blocked Kros’s assault—clearly, at least Sky Rank Level 3.