Chapter 1048: Triumph
In an instant, the Bloodfang Tribe's morale surged, while the warriors of the Goldtop Tribe looked dazed and shocked—clearly, many of them had no idea they were facing outside reinforcements...
Krav wiped the blood from his face and let out a cold laugh.
He pulled out a Totem Pillar over three meters tall, its deep surface densely inscribed with ancestral sacrificial script. At the top of the pillar gleamed a golden crown symbol—the totem mark of the Goldtop Tribe.
Krav hurled the Totem Pillar, shouting the summoning incantation at the top of his lungs. Instantly, blinding light burst forth from the pillar, flooding the battlefield with an ancient, timeworn aura—the power of the Ancestral Warden descended.
The golden light from the Totem Pillar transformed into a massive Royal Crown, hundreds of meters wide, appearing above Krav's head. From its center, a colossal Ancestral Warden—over a hundred and fifty meters tall—descended onto the battlefield.
The spirit's gigantic form was covered in ancient orc sacrificial script, with a prominent Goldtop Tribe Spellmark on its forehead—a mark that looked even older and more powerful than any before.
Krav's eyes, burning with murderous intent, swept across the battlefield before finally settling on Leon.
"You're all dead. Every last one of you!"
With that, Krav produced another golden Royal Crown and slowly placed it atop his own head.
In an instant, the massive golden Royal Crown in the sky descended, settling atop the Ancestral Warden of the Goldtop Tribe. The crown on Krav's head resonated with it, and the Warden stepped toward Krav—its enormous body shrinking dozens of times in a heartbeat.
In just a few strides, the Ancestral Warden, crowned in golden light, merged with Krav's body. The two crowns fused as one, and Krav's aura began to swell uncontrollably.
His body expanded violently, growing to over three meters tall. A faint glow enveloped his skin, and two additional arms made entirely of light appeared at his sides.
Krav's own arms—one gripping a staff, the other a totem—remained, but the two radiant arms hung empty. Yet when those glowing fists clenched, the air itself was crushed and exploded, crackling with lightning inside their grasp.
"Die, all of you! The Golden Orcs are invincible! And you, that damned bastard—last time you got lucky with a sneak attack. Let's see you try that again! I'll shatter every bone in your body and seal your soul here forever, turning you into a filthy undead!"
Krav roared, unleashing a terrifying aura that swept through the battlefield like a hurricane. Orcs all around were flung into the air—the sheer force of it surpassed even the limits of a Title Archmage. Only those of Sky Rank could emit such dread.
After summoning and merging with the Goldtop Tribe's Ancestral Warden, Krav's power skyrocketed to Sky Rank—for only a few seconds. The humans were stunned, and the Bloodfang warriors panicked. The wounded Grand Shaman struggled to rise and rejoin the fight, but as he moved, bolts of lightning erupted from within him, pinning him helplessly to the ground.
Krav swung his staff, and in an instant, a torrent of power surged forth—hundreds of flaming meteors, each seven or eight meters across, materialized before him and shot forward like arrows.
In that moment, both humans and Bloodfang orcs could only defend, forced to retreat under the relentless assault.
One wave of meteors crashed down, followed by another—these seven- or eight-meter-wide meteors rained down like a downpour, smashing into the human ranks.