Chapter 1085: Shark
Then, two beams of light—one red, one blue—formed a fireball and an ice orb, swirling around the warhammer Slaughter, which Hubert wielded. Meanwhile, his body was shrouded in layers of green light: the power of wind.
The power of earth made Slaughter heavier, while the rotating forces of ice and fire allowed Hubert to unleash ice and fire attacks with each strike of Slaughter. The wind's power rendered his movements even more agile.
After all these enchantments, a blood-red glow appeared on Hubert's skin once more—a hint of the Abyssal Blood Dragon's aura. Instantly, the Bloodlust Spell was cast upon him.
Hubert's body instantly swelled, blood-red halos pulsing around him. A torrent of power surged from within, constantly replenishing the strength of the Bloodlust Spell.
This was an instinctive enchantment; as long as Hubert's strength endured, the Bloodlust Spell could be sustained indefinitely, with no limit to its duration!
Seeing Hubert charge forward alone, over thirty Bronze Orc Sword Saints swung their massive spiked clubs in unison. Earthen battle aura burst forth, and in an instant, more than thirty colossal clubs, each over ten meters long, slammed down toward Hubert.
The air within dozens of meters seemed to thicken instantly, gravity multiplying several times over.
Hubert bared his teeth and roared in fury, charging forward with Slaughter. Enhanced by earth's power, Slaughter weighed at least a hundred thousand kilograms, yet in Hubert's hands, it felt as light as straw.
Slaughter collided with those club-shaped Earthen Strikes, unleashing a barrage of muffled booms. The air was smashed apart, white shockwaves rippling outward.
Those Earthen Strikes, crashing down like mountains, were all smashed apart by Hubert's Slaughter.
Hubert grinned viciously, charging up to a Bronze Orc Sword Saint. Slaughter, brimming with terrifying power, collided fiercely with the orc's spiked club.
Suddenly, flames erupted from Slaughter, detonating at the moment of impact and sending the Sword Saint's club flying...
The residual force hammered into the Sword Saint's body, and with a deafening blast, the earth within twenty meters exploded, shattering into stones no bigger than a thumb.
The orc's battle armor was instantly reduced to fragments. The violent force sent him hurtling backward, dead before he hit the ground—filthy blood oozing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, his face frozen in disbelief...
Bronze Orcs can channel the power of earth, linking their aura to the ground itself—the strongest defenders among the eight orc clans of the Blazeforge Realm.
When defending, they can vent incoming force into the earth. As long as it doesn’t exceed their limit, their defense is virtually unbreakable...
A Six-Rank Sword Saint can channel force into a twenty-meter radius...
But even with the earth absorbing force in that range, this guy couldn’t withstand Hubert’s monstrous blow...
Hubert was like a tiger among sheep—every swing of Slaughter shattered the ground beneath him, and within seconds, the earth for hundreds of meters around was reduced to rubble...
Neither Six-Rank nor Eight-Rank Sword Saints could withstand a single blow from Hubert. Only the Ninth-Rank Sword Saints could barely channel Hubert’s monstrous force into the ground, but as the earth beneath them shattered, even they struggled to absorb his strength…
A dozen earth mages hurried up from the rear. Seeing the devastation, they quickly cast spells—earth-toned runes flared as they summoned an Earthen Shelter, a protective shield of soil enveloping them.
Then, a barrage of earth spells followed—massive brown boulders, each over ten meters wide, hurtled toward the crowd.
The spell Rockfall, cast by these earth mages, sent each boulder—over ten thousand kilograms apiece—plummeting faster and harder thanks to a Gravity Spell coating their surface.
A heap of giant rocks crashed down, like a miniature mountain collapsing.
Kurum, face cold, raised his Dragon Scale Staff. In an instant, fifty battalion mages formed a unified front, summoning fifty fire elementals—the area within a hundred meters became a sea of flames.
A wave of Explosion Spells surged toward the falling rocks. Amid the thunderous blasts, every boulder was shattered to fragments.
Floating in midair, Reina gripped the Frost Dragon Core, her lips forming a rune that turned into a shower of ice shards, drifting down onto the Earthen Shelter outside the earth mages.
Instantly, a layer of frost enveloped the entire shield, and the magical energy flowing across its surface was forcibly frozen.
Reina extended a finger, sending out a frosty rune. Immediately, a half-meter-wide frost vortex materialized in midair, launching a barrage of Frost Spears at the frozen Earthen Shelter.
In a single second, more than twenty Frost Spears shot out, each one striking the exact same spot...
Crack...
With a crisp snap, the frozen Earthen Shelter shattered into fragments. The dozen Bronze Orc earth mages inside, faces twisted in terror, could only throw up Earthen Shields...
But the mage battalion had already finished casting—a dense flood of Explosion Spells poured down like a fiery torrent, engulfing the earth mages.
Boom boom boom...
A relentless barrage of explosions thundered on, endless blue flames covering the area, with only the earth mages' wretched screams mingling amid the blasts.
On the other side, the Bronze Orc Sword Saints fared little better—not only facing the monster that was Hubert, but also the dual bombardment of Patchwork Golems and Lord Anderson's spells...
Over thirty Sword Saints now resembled a flock of sheep chased by a tiger, dodging and defending, unable to even strike back...
Leon’s forces crushed the Bronze Orcs in an instant—within two minutes, their losses were devastating.
But Leon’s mind was elsewhere. His Mana Harness kept running, scanning for nearby auras and fluctuations—yet still, he found nothing.
Among these Bronze Orcs, the strongest were merely Ninth-Rank Sword Saints and Ninth-Rank Title Archmages—none had truly reached the peak, let alone set foot into the Heaven-Rank.
Yet Leon vaguely recalled Raphael mentioning that the leader of the Bronze Orcs entering this time was someone who had already set one foot into the Heaven-Rank.
But now, he couldn't find any trace of such a figure...
Seeing the Bronze Orcs suffering heavy losses, Leon took advantage of a spell's aftermath and casually released the Spirit Serpent.
Controlling the Spirit Serpent to scout the surroundings, Leon soon found a Bronze Orc slowly approaching a hundred meters behind him.
This Bronze Orc's aura was completely fused with the earth, even moving through the ground itself, making him impossible to see or sense.
The Spirit Serpent could be seen, but was undetectable by any probing spell. Its perspective differed from a human's, and it immediately spotted the cautious would-be ambusher.
Leon sneered, flipping open the Book of Death to the Sage's Chapter and activating the imprinted Riftblade, slashing it toward the underground Bronze Orc.
The Riftblade, in its extreme state, tore through the earth with ease, appearing before the Bronze Orc in an instant.
Faced with this sudden attack, a flash of surprise crossed the Bronze Orc's face as a suit of armor, seemingly forged from brass, suddenly surfaced on his body.
The Riftblade struck his armor, unleashing a piercing metallic screech, as if a sharp weapon were slowly cutting into another piece of metal.
In the blink of an eye, the Bronze Orc leapt out, dodging the Riftblade...
Standing on the ground, the Bronze Orc glanced at the half-meter-long gash on his chest armor—almost split in two—his face filled with shock. In the next moment, battle aura flared, and the gap in his armor rapidly healed.
Drawing his greatsword, the Bronze Orc's aura suddenly erupted—Heaven-Rank power flooded the battlefield, and gravity doubled within hundreds of meters.
Leon frowned, staring at the Bronze Orc before him—he was a true Heaven-Rank powerhouse.
Weren't true Heaven-Rank beings unable to enter the Blazeforge battlefield? How did this guy get in?
Could he have broken through after entering? No, the aura of a freshly advanced Heaven-Rank wouldn't be so stable. This presence was clearly that of a fully stabilized Heaven-Rank expert...
Leon was puzzled—he couldn't figure it out. The intelligence from the Odin Kingdom was extremely detailed; at the very least, the strength of the Blazeforge orcs who entered was thoroughly recorded, every powerhouse's abilities catalogued.
Yet none of the orcs were listed as Heaven-Rank—at best, some had one foot in the realm, like the Golden Orcs' Grand General, whose rank was only just at the threshold. Even his ability to manifest Heaven-Rank power was due to a clever trick.
Leon could manifest Heaven-Rank power himself, but that was thanks to the blessings of several True Spirit Artifacts and, since his mage days, the strongest meditation laws and runes in Northrend history—only this allowed him to exceed his actual rank.
The Heaven-Rank Bronze Orc stood on the earth, his aura fused completely with the ground beneath his feet. Standing there, he gave off an aura that demanded respect.
"Foolish human, I didn't expect you to discover me. But it doesn't matter—you damned lot love sneak attacks. Last time, that despicable bastard ambushed me using the power of a magical artifact.
I was planning to give you a swift death, let you merge with the embrace of the earth. But fate denies you such a return. Today, let Shark end your lives!"