Chapter 1183
Stell lowered his head, his eyes flickering with a look that said he was waiting for a good show. He subtly edged closer to the human side, occasionally glancing at Leon, his gaze shifting with intrigue.
Although Stell had only made a few casual remarks, everyone's expressions soured. Kros and Crompton both furrowed their brows, the magical energy and battle aura swirling around them becoming noticeably unstable.
Among the orcs, the Bronze Orcs are perhaps the most looked down upon. Their philosophy of prioritizing defense above all else doesn't sit well with other orcs. Even the physically weakest Gray Orcs believe that taking out the enemy first is the right way, rather than obsessing over defense.
But no one would deny the sheer defensive power of the Bronze Orcs—especially after reaching Sky Rank. At that point, a Bronze Orc is like an impenetrable turtle shell, and nobody wants to fight one. This is doubly true for the rare few with powerful bloodlines who have awakened the supergravity field ability.
The Sacred Mountain Avatar before them not only controls the gravity domain, but unleashed it at the very start of battle—at least on par with a peak third-level Sky Rank Bronze Orc.
Even a Bronze Orc with weaker bloodlines, upon reaching Sky Rank level four, can't produce a gravity field as strong as the one the Sacred Mountain Avatar is displaying right now.
So how do you even fight something like this?
Holy radiance appeared in the sky, and Crompton's chanting echoed through the void. Light gathered madly overhead, dimming the sky for thousands of meters around.
It seemed as though all the light was converging, finally forming a massive pillar that crashed down from the heavens.
Tiny angels radiating white light floated around the pillar, their weapons all pointed at the Sacred Mountain Avatar on the ground.
Within that thick pillar of light, a solemn and vast presence emerged—a hazy divine figure hovered inside, its indistinct face bearing Crompton's features.
"Judgment!"
A strange voice suddenly rang out in everyone's hearts. Though the language was unfamiliar, all could understand its meaning.
The pillar fused into a blazing column more than a meter thick, which plummeted straight onto the Sacred Mountain Avatar's head.
In an instant, the Sacred Mountain Avatar was engulfed in light, its form completely obscured. All that could be seen was the ground around it—melting like glass within a dozen meters, while farther out, the earth cracked and then flattened again under the crushing gravity.
A furious roar echoed from within the pillar. In less than three seconds, the light began to twist, growing dimmer, as if stretched like a rubber band.
Five seconds later, the pillar exploded with a boom. Countless motes of light, pressed by gravity, fell rapidly to the ground, turning dozens of meters of earth into a glowing carpet.
The Sacred Mountain Avatar stood there, white smoke rising from its body, encased in a layer of ghastly pale bone armor. Even the marks on its bone armor were fading quickly.
It seemed that a ninth-level extraordinary spell—Light Judgment—had only forced the Sacred Mountain Avatar to reveal its Bloodbone Orc abilities...
Light Judgment—the most powerful area-of-effect spell among eighth-tier Light magic. When infused with transcendent force and compressed into a single-target spell, it becomes a ninth-tier spell. For any undead below Sky Rank Level Three, a direct hit would leave not even a fragment of bone behind.
Unfortunately, the Sacred Mountain Avatar seemed barely affected, and what little damage it took was recovering at an astonishing rate...
Witnessing this, the Sky Rank warriors’ expressions shifted; morale plummeted. Weapons and staves once held high began to lower, as if uncertain whether to cast their spells at all...
Just then, Crompton, who had acted first, spoke coldly.
"The Sacred Mountain is already under the control of that ancient god-demon. Unless we deal with this Avatar right here, we can forget about entering the mountain’s heart."
Crompton raised his Light Staff, staring at the Sacred Mountain Avatar. Magic surged around him, and a radiant halo formed, circling his body in a luminous ring.
The light flowed like a quiet stream, and even the air within a hundred meters seemed to freeze—all was eerily still.
On the other side, Kros drew his massive sword, over three meters long. Golden combat qi surged like waves, instantly transforming the blade into a colossal sword seven or eight meters in length.
But the pale golden waves of combat qi didn’t stop, continually washing over Kros and condensing into a fierce, snarling armor across his body.
The raging aura twisted the air and elements, spawning a violent vortex—no one could get within several dozen meters of him.
Kros and Crompton made for a stark contrast, yet both radiated a terrifying power that made one's heart tremble.
Their surging auras finally managed to suppress the Sacred Mountain Avatar’s oppressive presence.
Behind them, the Sky Rank warriors—whose fighting spirit had been crushed by the Avatar’s aura—now broke out in cold sweat as they shakily raised their weapons and staves once more.
Leon was no better off than the other Sky Ranks; his face was pale. Even if the Avatar wasn’t the entire Sacred Mountain, the power it borrowed came from the mountain itself, and its aura was the mountain’s own.
The mountain had existed for countless years, worshipped by orcs for generations—by now, it had developed a will of its own. If it were a living being, it might already be a top-tier Sky Rank powerhouse.
An avatar of wisdom and power—the pressure it exerted far surpassed that of a Sky Rank Level Three.
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The power derived from the rules was pure suppression. Especially when the gap was so vast, magical force hardly mattered anymore.
With Kros and Crompton holding back the Avatar’s pressure, Leon felt his magic begin to flow again. The sensation of being at odds with the entire Blazeforge Realm—of opposing the faith of every living thing that ever existed here—finally faded.
Glancing around, Leon saw that apart from Kros and Crompton, all the Sky Rank warriors were deathly pale, as if they’d just survived a bitter struggle.