The massive gate, seemingly forged from Flame Crystal Stones, surged with blazing currents. Upon its surface, a hazy figure stood, clutching a flaming scepter, with a swirl of fire drifting beside them.
Creak...
The gate slowly opened, and in that instant, an overwhelmingly terrifying aura flooded out. Everyone felt a feverish agitation deep within, as if the mere presence of this aura could set them ablaze.
Countless flames of every color erupted from the illusory gate: pale-gold Inferno Fire, black-purple Erosive Black Flame, pallid Corrosive Flame, and the blue-black Dark Night Phoenix Fire.
All those flames surged forth like a torrential flood, roaring with thunderous booms.
The four Sky Rank orc Sword Saints unleashed their aura slashes—crimson giant swords seemingly made of crystal—against the oncoming flames, like fish leaping upstream through a waterfall.
Yet those seemingly tangible giant aura swords rapidly shrank, and before they even made it halfway through the torrent of flames, they were all burned to nothingness.
The remaining four Sky Rank orcs also joined the fray, but the sea of flames was impossible to block. The eight Sky Rank orcs could withstand it, even dodging with ease.
But the orc army on the ground had no such luxury—they couldn't block or dodge so easily.
The flood of flame spells and elemental fire raged outward in every direction, a true area-wide, indiscriminate magical assault.
Hundreds, even thousands of meters were engulfed by the flames. Other orcs could use their Battle Aura Armor to resist the burning and the impact of the spells.
But the Bloodbone Orcs were in deep trouble. Their strongest defense was bone—far tougher than Battle Aura Armor.
They would extend their bones outside their bodies, shielding vital spots from flame spells—a simple enough defense. But among the fires released by Theo was the Devouring Black Flame.
Devouring Black Flame is weakest when it can't touch bone, but once it does, it's easily the strongest of all these flames.
If it latches on, unless you sever the burning bone or forcibly dispel the Devouring Black Flame with overwhelming power, your only option is to watch all your bones turn to ash.
One Bloodbone Orc Sword Saint after another, unaware of this danger, were swallowed by the torrent of Devouring Black Flame—their exposed bones instantly ignited.
These Bloodbone Orc Sword Saints were at most ninth-rank. They couldn't withstand Theo's Devouring Black Flame. In seconds, flames burst from their bodies, and with Inferno Fire, Corrosive Flame, and Dark Night Phoenix Fire added in, they were quickly reduced to ashes.
Other orc races didn't fare much better. Either Dark Night Phoenix Fire clung to their Battle Aura Armor, wildly draining their energy, then Corrosive Flame ate away at the armor, Inferno Fire scorched them, and Devouring Black Flame finished the job.
Or they were ripped apart by hundreds of spells per second from the Arcane Wheel's raging magical torrent...
In just a dozen seconds, out of several hundred orc elites, dozens had been wiped out.
The eight Sky Rank orcs furiously unleashed spells at Leon, but with two Transcendent Magic Artifacts at his side and the protection of Rule Sigil Shields, he barely managed to withstand their frenzied assault.
The Spellbook of Ages and Arcane Wheel attacked relentlessly, while Leon brandished his Doombringer Staff, firing off Four-Element Bombs one after another. Each explosive trailed a white vapor tail, and if they missed the Sky Rank orcs, they'd crash into the ground, blasting the orc Sword Saints and orc spellcasters instead.
After a minute, the eight Sky Rank orcs were driven to the brink of madness. The subordinates they'd brought into the Blazeforge Battlefield were all at least seventh-rank Sword Saints, with plenty of ninth-rank Sword Saints and spellcasters among them.
Every one of them was the backbone of their tribe, yet in just one minute, three or four dozen had already been wiped out by this relentless assault.
The Bloodbone Orcs suffered the worst losses—their subordinates brought into the Blazeforge Realm had lost half their number in this single minute...
Once they'd adapted to Leon's utterly unreasonable offensive strategy, the eight Sky Rank orcs snapped, unleashing their Transcendent powers without restraint.
The transcendent aura of all eight Sky Rank orcs pressed down on Leon, suppressing most of the magical fluctuations around his body.
Only Theo and Anderson seemed unaffected, still casting spells furiously...
Leon frowned slightly. The air around him was forcefully emptied by the transcendent aura of the eight Sky Rank orcs, making his body feel as if it had plunged into the deep sea, with immense pressure closing in from all sides.
The Rule Rune Shield had already endured three or four frenzied assaults from the eight Sky Rank orcs, and it was nearly spent—tens of thousands of Law Sigils now covered its surface.
Every Law Sigil was agitated, a sign that the Rule Rune Shield was at its limit. Any more, and it would collapse in seconds...
Lose this strongest defense, and in ten seconds at most, the eight enraged Sky Rank orcs would tear him to pieces...
Most crucially, the power of the Equilibrium Codex was nearly spent, and the energy borrowed from the void by the Arcane Wheel would soon have to be repaid...
Dozens of orc elites had already been killed. If this went on, the eight orcs really would go berserk, and then things would get out of hand...
Sighing inwardly, Leon glanced at the eight bloodshot-eyed orcs surrounding him.
"Can we talk now?"
The Bloodbone Orc Sky Rank glared, eyes red and face twisted, gripping his longsword and roaring at Leon.
"Damn human, I want you dead! Today you die here, and your soul won't return to the embrace of the earth—I’ll rip it to shreds along with your body!"
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The Golden Orc general's eyes were bloodshot, on the verge of berserk rage. His teeth ground with a creak, and his Battle Aura rippled outward in shimmering waves.
"Foolish human, you'll pay with your life for what you've done. Slaughtering our brave warriors will earn you the earth's scorn. No matter what you say, you won't escape!"
"Despicable bastard, your power's at its limit—don't think we can't see it. In half a minute, we'll tear off your head and use your skull as a wine cup!"
The eight Sky Rank orcs roared in fury, their Battle Aura attacking madly. The lone orc spellcaster raised his arms, drawing down waves of flaming meteors...
Beset by eight Sky Rank orcs, these guys weren't interested in talking—they were dead set on killing Leon.
Leon braced behind his shield, sneering as he took out one massive Enchanted Scroll after another. Soon, over thirty scrolls floated around him, their magical fluctuations warping the space nearby.
"Fine. In any case, the Blazeforge Realm will be destroyed in a hundred years. If you don't want to negotiate, so be it.
I've got dozens of Void Meteor Summon Scrolls here, all made from Sky Rank magical beast hides. Each meteor they bring down packs the punch of a top-tier eighth-rank spell at minimum.
If I summon up to fifty at once, how many of you eight fools will survive? At least half will die with me—and that includes hundreds of your tribes' most valued warriors.
I won't come out behind, and most importantly, in a hundred years, when the Blazeforge Realm is destroyed, every last Blazeforge Orc will die with me. I won't lose out in the end.