Chapter 818: Flattery
Blazing spheres, like miniature suns, rained down from the sky in clusters. The thunderous roar echoed continuously, as if rolling thunder was crashing overhead.
A dozen furious Blazeforge Orc Warlocks of Title Archmage rank charged at the USS Dauntless, howling with rage. Facing the barrage from a dozen Mana Crystal Cannons and three secondary turrets, they didn't even try to dodge—just braced themselves behind their shields...
Inside the gun turret, Ras spat dismissively toward the battlefield outside.
"Idiots."
A massive sphere of light engulfed five Blazeforge Orc Warlocks. Their shields shattered instantly, as fragile as paper, and the light consumed them so completely it was as if they'd never existed. Explosions of light erupted across the battlefield.
Blinding flashes lit up the field again and again, blasting countless Blazeforge Orcs into the air—only to be ripped apart by the shockwaves that followed...
Crater after crater, each hundreds of meters wide, appeared on the battlefield. The Blazeforge Orc Warlock army at the rear vanished completely in less than half a minute...
For an instant, the screams and the sounds of battle seemed to vanish...
Scores of mages stared blankly at the scene before them, completely forgetting to cast their spells.
All they saw was a colossal warship appearing in the sky, unleashing countless blazing spheres accompanied by thunderous booms, each one crashing into the ranks of the Blazeforge Orcs.
Each sphere exploded with devastating force. Thousands of meters away, it was as if a primordial beast from the Elder Age had rampaged through—the hillside, dozens of meters tall, vanished, replaced by a basin pockmarked with a dozen craters...
Those battle-hardened Blazeforge Orcs were tossed about like dry leaves. With each burst of light, they were flung skyward, and countless shards of rock tore them apart midair...
Those dozen or so Title Archmage-level Blazeforge Orc Warlocks had caused plenty of damage before—hundreds dead at their hands, and even three Title Archmages had fallen to them...
But now, what did they see? Those powerful Blazeforge Orc Warlocks were swallowed by a single sphere of light—there wasn't even a bone fragment left...
In just three minutes, a torrent of blazing spheres rained down, explosions and dust covering thousands of meters, with debris constantly hurled skyward.
Standing at the bow, Leon's eyelid twitched as he cursed Ras fiercely in his heart.
All that could be heard was the endless patter of debris falling to the ground, like rain. The entire human army stood dumbstruck, staring at the dust-shrouded wasteland across from them.
As the dust slowly settled, not a single Blazeforge Orc could be seen—no, not a single living Blazeforge Orc remained...
Thousands of meters of ground looked as if several meters had been scraped away. The hillside was gone, the fortifications obliterated, and only a field of terrifying craters—hundreds of them, ranging from dozens to hundreds of meters wide—scarred the landscape...
Gulp...
A chorus of swallowing echoed as every mage and swordsman stared blankly at the world before them.
Mages still held their staves, mouths agape, frozen mid-spell. A master archer's bowstring slackened, his arrow falling to the ground—none of them reacted at all.
Are these the Blazeforge Orcs we've fought for months without gaining an inch? The ones who've cost us dearly, breaking our defensive lines time and again? The so-called strongest Fireblade Tribe in the northern Blazeforge Realm?
Are you freaking kidding me?!
Three minutes—three minutes, and they're all wiped out? Is this a joke? We've fought for months, been battling these muscle-brained Blazeforge Orcs for decades—how could this happen?
A strange silence fell over the human ranks; not a soul could recover from this devastating blow.
Suddenly, at the northern edge of the battlefield, a Blazeforge Orc rose shakily, terror etched on his face as he stared at the hellscape around him, shivering uncontrollably.
"Demons, they're demons—real demons! Oh my god, ancestors, please save me..."
This Blazeforge Orc Sword Saint, clad in full armor and clearly a high-ranking officer, had lost his mind. Surviving by sheer luck, he fled in a frenzy, his eyes vacant.
Several kilometers away, the human masses watched the crazed Blazeforge Orc flee. No one reacted—no one even thought to intervene; they just stared in shock.
Inside the Dauntless's gun turret.
A dozen Mana Crystal Cannons fired again, and blazing spheres instantly engulfed the fleeing orc. A mushroom cloud hundreds of meters tall rose into the sky...
Ras burst out laughing and slapped the Forgefire Dwarf who'd fired first.
Hahaha, good job! Master said wipe them all out—don't leave a single one!
Right, right—not a single one! If even one escapes, the Dark Elves and Ashen Orcs will laugh us to death.
Standing at the bow, Leon's eyelid twitched as he cursed Ras fiercely in his heart.
These thick-headed idiots—one guy even used three secondary turrets and over a dozen Mana Crystal Cannons. Over a hundred Soul Mana Crystals, gone...
Once it was confirmed that not a single Blazeforge Orc could stand, the Dauntless left the battlefield, heading for Inferno Fortress and leaving the stunned crowd behind.
Leon returned to Inferno Fortress, and news of Seth's appearance reached the Watson Family.
When Green Watson got the news, he was overjoyed and immediately rushed to Inferno Fortress, leaving everyone else behind.
Arriving at Inferno Fortress, Green Watson immediately spotted the Dauntless floating among the clouds. He was deeply shaken, and thinking of the reports from the front lines, his eyes burned with excitement.
A single warship wiped out all Blazeforge Orc resistance at the Horn of Plenty—truly incredible. Lord Seth really is the powerhouse the family values, bringing such a massive victory.
Green Watson schemed quietly as he entered Inferno Fortress. But when he met Seth, he suddenly realized—there wasn't a single Black Tower member present.
Not a single Black Tower member!
My god, could it be that all the Black Tower members have fallen? That's fantastic!
Lord Seth is an Eighth-Rank Title Archmage. With the entire Black Tower gone, doesn't that mean the greatest prize this time is Lord Seth?
That massive warship is truly formidable. Lord Seth must have gotten it in that pocket world. With this ship, the Watson Family could dominate the northern Blazeforge Realm—no, perhaps the entire Blazeforge Realm will have no rivals left.
Before, it was the Merlin Family, Watson Family, and Black Tower together. Now that the Black Tower's gone, Lord Seth is clearly in charge. Rumor has it some foreign races were brought out too—Lord Seth really is powerful.
Green Watson was so excited he nearly trembled. He hurried to the reception room to meet Seth, eager to curry favor.
In the reception room, Seth sat quietly, his face unreadable.
Green Watson entered, bowing deeply. "Lord Seth, congratulations on your triumphant return! With your warship, victory at the Horn of Plenty is certain. The Watson Family is honored to have you!"
Seth glanced at Green Watson, unmoved. "Where is Commander Mafa Merlin?"
Green Watson froze. "Commander Mafa Merlin? He's... he's not here yet. But don't worry, I'll have someone fetch him right away!"
Seth frowned, his expression darkening.
Green Watson wiped the sweat from his brow and hurried out to find Mafa Merlin.
In the corridor, Green Watson ran into Falton, who was returning from the Horn of Plenty. Falton seemed distracted, lost in thought.
Green Watson forced a smile. "Falton, are you alright?"
Falton nodded absentmindedly, then suddenly remembered something. "Green Watson, did you notice anything strange about Lord Seth?"
Green Watson was startled. "Strange? How so?"
Falton hesitated. "Lord Seth seems... different. His aura is stronger, but his personality has changed. He barely spoke a word to anyone, and the warship—he didn't even look at it."
Green Watson frowned. "Isn't that normal? Lord Seth has always been quiet, and he's just returned from the God-Demon Kingdom. Maybe he's exhausted."
Falton shook his head, still troubled. "I hope that's all it is..."
Green Watson quickly excused himself and continued searching for Mafa Merlin.
Meanwhile, Leon was already in the council hall, discussing the aftermath with Thorne Merlin and other family leaders.
The battle at the Horn of Plenty had ended, and the Blazeforge Orcs had been wiped out. The Merlin Family now held the advantage.