Ashen Dragon

"Boom!"

Ed and Rhea, two Legendary Warriors, relentless in their attacks, rained devastation upon the area, recklessly transforming the environment.

Once the smoke cleared, what was left was a quiet pile of rubble and ruins, riddled with countless holes, eerily silent.

"Is he dead?"

"Under such an onslaught, not even giant dragons could survive..."

"It's impossible! Lord Batu is Undying!"

The Dwarves, Elves, and Orcs present all watched the wreckage with bated breath, whispering low, awaiting the outcome of this battle.

Should Batu perish, countless Orcs, Dwarves, and Elves would be forever changed.

"Crack..."

At that moment, slight noises could be heard from the mound of stones, with several fragments tumbling down from the summit.

Following that, a deep, booming laugh resonated from the depths of the ruins, echoing over the chaotic battlefield.

"Ha ha ha..."

"Those who cannot kill me will only make me stronger!"

With an enraged roar, countless rocks were flung into the air, dust clouds billowed up, and a ferocious figure emerged from the debris, causing the mound to collapse abruptly.

At this moment, the Orc's body was covered in dense scars, with not an inch of skin left unharmed, and the flowing blood coated his skin.

But this had helped him complete a strange ritual, and the crimson blood on his body slowly gathered to form numerous fierce totems.

Gush's Eye—The Ritual Scars!

"Kill, kill you all!"

At this moment, the totems on the Orc's body sprang to life, steaming heat spewing from his pores, while that lone eye was consumed by frenzied blood vessels.

Batu Skullcrush raised his Battle Axe high, its blade smeared in his own blood.

Instantly, a raw blood-stenched gust spread rapidly, an overwhelming aura emanating, causing everyone present to shiver.

Dozens of meters high, a shadow loomed behind Batu Skullcrush—it was a colossal Orc clad in black Plate Armor, scarred from battles, with a prominent single eye.

"Praise the Never-Sleeper!"

"Hail the great Father God!"

Orcs roared with fanatic cries, at this moment, they witnessed the avatar of the Father God!

Although it was not a true avatar, just a shadow summoned by the Divine Artifact "Gush's Blood," this unrivaled power still filled the Dwarves and Elves with despair.

Ed's face turned ashen as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, "By Moradin's grace, this damnable beast is indeed a Divine Favored!"

Rhea, unafraid, plunged down with her sword in hand, "Scoundrel! Even if your gods themselves descend, it won't save your life!"

"Whoosh—"

Another glimmer of twilight swept across, yet Batu easily blocked the Vengeance Knight's full-strength strike with his raised Battle Axe.

Ed clenched his teeth tightly, slammed his Warhammer onto the ground, and roared, "Pay with your life for my subjects!"

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Jagged rock spikes erupted from the earth, as if trying to pierce through everything on the surface.

However, Batu Skullcrush remained relaxed, his feet stamping on the ground, the blood-red totems wrapping around his soles, completely crushing the rock spikes underfoot.

Bellowing flames gushed from the earth's fissures, but the Orc, unfazed, simply bathed in the flames, grinned viciously.

"I've said it—those who cannot kill me, only make me stronger! This is the Orcs!"

Batu clenched his fist; a tempest of blood rose into the air, hurtling towards the Vengeance Knight, slaughtering every creature caught within.

On the city walls, the Elves' faces were filled with anxious and nervous expressions as they watched Rhea fly and dodge awkwardly in the air.

Simo clenched his teeth and raised his Magic Wand, "Go aid Lady Rhea, she has a more important mission! We must not let her die here!"

At once, the Elf Mages lifted their wands in unison, Casting Binding Spells, Disease Skill, Blindness Technique, High Elf Curse... A multitude of Magical Aura colors streaked toward the Orc.

However, Batu Skullcrush simply stood his ground, enduring all the spells, unaffected, even flashing the Elves a toothy grin.

"Heh, puny long-ears, your proud spells are useless before Gush's warriors!"

This is the trait of Gush's Eye—thousands of years of deep-seated hatred, allowing them to resist elven magic with mere flesh.

"And you, long-bearded men! Your heavily relied upon strongholds are but a joke before the great One-eyed God!"

Batu Skullcrush raised his mighty axe again, bringing it down with a powerful, heavy strike.

But this time, his target was neither Rhea, Ed, nor any of the extraordinary warriors present.

—It was the tall and sturdy walls of Aivendel that had stood unbroken for a thousand years.

As he moved, the phantom of Gush behind him also raised the great axe, slowly bringing it down in front of tens of thousands of onlookers.

"Boom!"

The air trembled, the mountains roared.

The axe blade, filled with the divine power of destruction and strength, instantly shattered the solid bricks made of metal and stone.

The dwarves and elf soldiers stationed on the walls were full of panic, scrambling to dodge, yet they were still torn to shreds by the fierce gales.

At this moment, the city walls of Aivendel that had not fallen for thousands of years were split by a slash dozens of meters long and several meters wide, even beginning to collapse!

Yet the great axe continued, cleaving through the walls, the ground, and even the robust foundation of Aivendel.

Keep in mind this fortress was built against a mountain—if it were to collapse, everything within the city would crumble to ruin, and the thousand-year legacy of the High Mountain Kingdom would be reduced to rubble.

This orc chieftain had gone mad!

He was not satisfied with merely conquering Aivendel but wanted to completely destroy the city, breaking the dwarves' psychological defenses!

"No—"

Watching the collapsing city walls, Ed roared in heart-wrenching fury, his eyes nearly bursting into flames.

"Orc, I will never let you destroy the thousand-year legacy of the High Mountain Kingdom!"

Ed had lost all reason, he lifted his warhammer, charging forward in near madness.

His blood was boiling, the Dwarf King's body surrounded by shattered rocks and flames, like a molten giant.

"Foolish braggart!"

And Rhea too shouted loudly, grasping the Silver Sword with one hand, spreading her dark wings, and diving down.

The Gold Dragon, currently grappling the rotten gigantic orc high above the clouds, also noticed the intense battle on the ground and peeked over.

"What a commotion!

"According to the plot, King Ed will sacrifice his life, melding himself and his warhammer into one, smashing the orc's defenses.

And Rhea will slay the orc chieftain, ending this war, and earning the full support of the dwarves." Cassius thought to himself.

"Snap!"

With a swipe of its claw, the Gold Dragon flattened the rotting orc's head, saying with a light laugh, "Sorry, I'm not entangling with you anymore, it's time for me to reap the battlefield!"

"Roar—"

A loud dragon's roar came from the horizon; the gigantic Gold Dragon spread its vast wings, diving down from the heights.

"Orc!

I have slain that ugly monster, and the next sinner to receive punishment should be you!"

Cassius thought to himself that it's indeed much more thrilling to be on the side of collective righteousness than to be the boss, though he was often the latter.

In an instant, the dwarf, half-elf, and Gold Dragon—three legendary warriors—charged from different directions, but they all had a single common target.

—That was the Red Blood Tribe Chieftain, Gush's Favored, Batu Skullcrush!

"Come on!"

"After thousands of years of trials, the orcs shall finally claim the land for survival; that is the blessing of the Father God!

And you pretentious agents of justice will be slaughtered by us, becoming the buried souls under the land of the orcs!"

Batu Skullcrush showed no fear, raising in his hand "Gush's Blood," then he threw back his head and roared, venting all the rage in his heart.

And just then, Divine Vision activated—through his lost eye, Batu saw his approaching moment of death—[Unblinking View].