Just as Grimm was about to explode in anger, a loud rumble in the distance alleviated his embarrassment.
The orcs had arrived!
The few Magi looked at each other and stepped out of the city hall. They slowly floated into the sky and flew towards the northern city walls.
The orcs that had come from afar finally met the few Magi three miles away from Danmodor City.
The rumbling dust finally stopped.
When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, five strange Orc powerhouses of different shapes and professions were revealed.
Two beast spirit warriors, one shaman, one sword saint, one beast tamer …
The combination of occupations was reasonable, but there were too many melee fighters and too few elemental long-range attackers. However, this was not their fault. The orcs had always lacked the brains to play around with elemental spells.
In the Ear Plane, be it orcs or Magi, the upper limit of power they could display was the peak of grade 4. However, the orcs could summon the blessings of the Orc God and obtain divine strength, while the Magi had special methods to break through the limit of the plane's power.
Hence, if they were to really fight, both sides were evenly matched. Victory or defeat depended on their individual strength!
Grimm floated in the air, using the power of laws to fight against the omnipresent laws of the plane. He silently sized up the five orcs in front of him.
They were indeed mortals, and had not reached the stage of transcendence.
However, in the depths of their souls, there was a golden ball of light that one could not look at directly. Within it, there was a faint, undetectable, and strange consciousness undulation.
God's Subjugation … Consciousness projection …
In an instant, these two familiar terms slowly flowed through Grimm's mind.
The five orcs in front of him were no longer 'him'!
After going through a special God's Subjugation Ceremony, the orc gods in the faraway divine kingdoms had already projected their consciousness into the depths of their souls. From there, they could sense everything they saw and heard from afar.
Hence, the battle with the Magi would not only involve the five orcs in front of them, but also the five consciousness projections in their souls that were itching to have a go.
To be honest, when they found out that the beastmen's bodies were just projections of their consciousnesses and not the real bodies of the Beast God, the few great Sorcerers' desire to fight was instantly reduced by half.
It couldn't be helped. Fighting with this kind of consciousness projection was not worth it. Even if he won by a fluke, he wouldn't be able to obtain the precious Godhead Fragment. Therefore, when they realized that the other party was using the Godly Subduing Spell, the Great Warlocks could not muster up the energy to fight.
It should be noted that most gods hid their true bodies in their divine kingdoms to avoid being besieged. They had many ways to extend their power. If they wanted to project their power into the plane, the most common methods they used were God's Vanquish Spells or clones.
Both were means of projecting one's consciousness, but the substance they carried was completely different!
The God's Vanquish Spell was to project part of the soul power of the believers' bodies and control their bodies by merging or occupying them. In this way, the God obtained a consciousness carrier that could walk freely within the plane.
Apart from that, the gods could also send down their will without relying on the bodies of their believers. However, a Divine Spark Shard was required to act as a carrier of power, which was why it was called a God's Avatar.
Both methods had their advantages and disadvantages, and it didn't matter which was better or worse.
While the God's Vanquish Spell could project power, it was severely restricted by the quality and basic combat strength of the individual that was summoned. If the individual's basic strength was insufficient, they would not be able to display the full might of the Beast God's consciousness projection.
While the God's Avatar did not have this problem, it gave the enemy a chance to steal the Divine Spark Shard.
It had to be known that the World of Gods and the Magus faction had been at war for so long that they knew each other inside out. They had plenty of methods to destroy the other party's power.
A Divine Spark Shard was a crystallization of the purest laws of the world. Whether it was a Magus or a god, it was an irresistible temptation.
Even the tiniest piece of Divine Spark Shard could save a Magus close to a thousand years of comprehending laws. To the Magus faction, which had always valued strength above all else, this was a gift from the heavens that they could only dream of.
To the World of Gods, a single Divine Spark Shard could allow a lowly mortal to immediately become a demigod at the peak of the world, which was the peak of rank 4. Ten Divine Spark Shards fused into one to form a true Divine Spark, allowing one to transcend the mortal world and become an immortal god.
The ranks of the gods could be deduced in this manner.
Those who had one complete Divine Spark were low-grade gods (rank 5), those who had two complete Divine Sparks were mid-grade gods (rank 6), those who had four complete Divine Sparks were high-grade gods (rank 7), those who had eight complete Divine Sparks were greater gods (rank 8), and those who had sixteen complete Divine Sparks were main gods (rank 9).
This was an important indicator in the World of Gods for dividing the ranks of the gods.
However, there were many times when the gods were very hypocritical and vain.
Those who had created their own Divine Systems and had many Gods would call themselves the Main Gods of Divine Systems even though their Divine Power Levels had yet to reach Level 9. This sort of thing was not rare in the World of Gods.
There were even many gods who monopolized the power of faith in a large plane and never communicated with the outside world. At rank 6, they dared to call themselves main gods. This was the case in the Faern Plane that Grimm had 'visited' before.
It would have been fine if these small pantheons in remote areas kept hiding, but once they opened up to the World of Gods, they would be attacked by the other powerful pantheons for overstepping the boundaries of divine force.
This was why the elven pantheon in the Faern Plane had not asked for help even after being invaded by the Ashen Witches for so long.
The vast and complicated knowledge of the pantheon quickly flowed through Grimm's mind, causing him to lose hope in the following battles. It also made him feel extremely fortunate that he had been able to 'easily' obtain a Divine Spark Shard in the Magus World.
However, the Orc powerhouses could not understand the mentality of the Great Sorcerers.
From the moment they saw the Great Sorcerers, the orc powerhouses were already in a frenzy of excitement.
They could clearly see that the bodies and souls of the Grand Magi were entwined with numerous chains of laws, and the energy within their bodies had been suppressed to an extremely low level.
Strike while they're down!
The five Beastman experts immediately pounced forward while howling.
'These reckless fools …'
Grimm and the others cursed inwardly. They had not wanted to fight with these poor people who had 'nothing'. However, the enemies had already pounced on them, and they had no choice but to fight.
Thus, with hearts full of resentment, the Grand Wizards all went up to meet them.
Grimm's opponent was the Beastmaster.
Compared to the unstoppable sharpness of a Sword Saint, the unparalleled berserk of a Beast Spirit Warrior, and the multiple casting abilities of a Shaman, the Beastmaster was a rather mediocre combat profession.
However, even though Grim's idea was beautiful, things often didn't go as he imagined them to.
This two-metre-tall green orc who did not have a very muscular build immediately unsheathed the dark green vine whip at his waist the moment he saw Grimm.
* Crack crack crack … *
As he waved the vine whip vigorously, the void of the plane crackled. At the same time, he muttered some mysterious and obscure incantations that Grimm could not understand.
In the next second, a dense spatial ripple appeared in the void of the plane, followed by a flash of silver light. Suddenly, a huge Behemoth that was more than ten meters tall appeared.
This was a powerful war monster specially bred by the Orc Kingdom.
Every time its one-meter-long foot landed on the ground, the earth would tremble violently. Every part of its body was so thick and strong, especially its pair of ferocious red eyes that were filled with a bloodthirsty light …
Its shoulders were five meters wide, and the deltoids on both sides bulged like small hills. The muscles under the fur could only be described as terrifying. At the end of its thick arms, there were terrifying claws that were over a hundred inches long, and each of them was comparable to the dragon spears of the human Dragon Knights …
The Behemoth was terrifying because of its ferocity and fearlessness!
The Behemoth was known to be invincible in land battles, and when it matured, it could be strong enough to kill a dragon of the same level.
Grimm could not help but feel a little dizzy.
He did not expect that the first thing that this unremarkable Orc Tamer summoned was such a violent and tyrannical Behemoth. Looking at the silver light that flowed around its body, it seemed to be a mutated Behemoth. It definitely had some strange power that outsiders did not know about.
As soon as the Behemoth was summoned, it stood up on its hind legs and let out a furious roar that shocked everyone present. Then, it lowered its body and charged towards Grimm like a moving mountain.
Before it could even get close, the rumbling heavy footsteps and the huge earthquake that seemed like the collapse of the world spread out. Even Danmodor City, which was not far behind Grimm, could not help but tremble.
Grimm did not hesitate to rush into the sky, and quickly flew to an altitude of a hundred meters.
However, just when he thought that he was safe, the huge Behemoth that was more than ten meters tall actually leaped into the air, and waved its sharp claws that were over a hundred inches long at him.
Damn, such a clumsy fellow could actually jump so high!
Grimm used a Flame Leap to an altitude of two hundred meters, and only then did he manage to dodge the Behemoth's claws.
Sizzle …
The air exploded, and the void trembled.
Ten crisscrossed air scratches appeared where Grimm originally stood, and did not disappear for a long time.
Boom …
An earth-shattering sound rang out.
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