The gargoyles in the sky pressed down like a dark cloud. The undead creatures that covered the mountains and plains swarmed forward like a swarm of locusts. Little Skull, riding on the Bone Dragon, skillfully released a large area of effect necromancy magic that enveloped the Orc Warriors.
When a god-grade existence descended to the mortal world, he was practically invincible if he didn't have an expert of the same level to contend with him!
Although Little Skull was only a lowgod, necromancy magic was originally suitable for group battles. The enormous undead creatures tore through the air and actually drowned the Orc Warriors.
Han Shuo transformed into a longsword that dragged along a long sword light. He slithered across the battlefield like a soaring dragon, crushing the Orc Warriors wherever he passed. Not a single one of them was left unscathed.
This was not a battle of equal strength at all. With Han Shuo and Little Skeleton, two lowgods on their side, the orc warriors who had been throwing their weight around for the past few years had completely become the target of slaughter. They had absolutely no ability to resist.
Amidst the clamor, the Orc Warriors dispatched a few shamans. Faced with Han Shuo and Little Skull, who were much stronger than them, they were easily killed on the spot. This dealt a heavy psychological blow to the Orc Warriors.
On the battlefield, the cruel massacre continued. The undead creatures that were everywhere had no sense of fear or pain. They were undoubtedly the most terrifying warriors. As long as their souls weren't destroyed, they could continue attacking even if their bodies were smashed to pieces.
Under the cover of various auxiliary boundaries, the undead creatures' strength and speed were greatly enhanced. They continuously launched a frenzied assault on the Orc Warriors …
Unknowingly, the Orc Army that had been eyeing the South Border City covetously for the past few years had suffered heavy losses under the combined attacks of Han Shuo and Little Skull. None of the orc powerhouses who were sent to stop them were able to escape from their hands. They were all cleanly blasted into pieces. The enormous Orc Army, faced with the seemingly endless attacks of the undead creatures that didn't know pain or exhaustion, wailed like ghosts and howled like wolves as they fell into pools of blood …
Whoosh!
A hundred-meter-long streak of bloody light ferociously bombarded the tents in the center of the Orc Army with an earth-shattering momentum.
"Rumble …"
The earth trembled, and sand and stones flew everywhere. A row of more than a dozen military tents exploded into pieces with a deafening explosion. Along with the military tents were pieces of bloody flesh.
Dozens of military tents and dozens of leaders of the Orc Empire were killed just like that!
"The orcs are done for!" Firenze shouted from the top of the South Border City wall. His tone was agitated.
"Without a leader and experts, just relying on those soldiers will only lead to death." Fanny nodded in agreement. She looked at the Orc Warriors who were being slaughtered and shook her head with a sigh. "Sigh, I don't know why these Orcs are so determined to invade our Empire. Look at them now. How many of them can survive after what Brian has done?"
"The wars between nations are just that cruel. You don't need to sympathize with them. Too many soldiers and civilians of the South Border City have died over the past few years. Their weapons are stained with the blood of the soldiers and civilians of the South Border City. Perhaps Brian's arrival is the price they should pay." As a commander, Firenze was obviously not a soft-hearted person. In his eyes, death in war was all too common. He was not the least bit affected by the death of the Orc Warriors.
Having lost the command of their leaders and the protection of their experts, the Orc Warriors who could only passively defend were defeated as expected. Blood splattered everywhere. One by one, the Orc Warriors fell to the ground. Their corpses were left on the corpse-strewn ground …
At the center of the battlefield, two lofty altars had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The energy stones on the altars glowed brightly and formed two cyclones that were constantly changing shapes. They collected strands of energy from the battlefield to replenish the divine energy in the bodies of those who had set up the altars.
Of the two altars, one was shrouded in a dense aura of death, while the other was shimmering in a strange and blurry light. It seemed as though the Law of Destruction was being performed. The two altars, emitting different energy auras, operated together in the middle of the battlefield. They absorbed and collected the unique energy formed by the death and destruction on the battlefield bit by bit.
As the energy of death and destruction on the battlefield increased, the number of Orc Warriors decreased. Gradually, the mournful, high-pitched howls turned intermittent and finally into silence.
Han Shuo reverted to his human form and stood proudly in the void. He looked down at the ground and discovered that the ground was littered with the corpses of Orc Warriors. It was getting harder and harder to find an Orc that was still alive. As far as the eye could see, other than the corpses of the Orcs, there were also the undead creatures that were blankly searching for living targets.
It seemed that the battle had come to an end.
Hovering in midair, Han Shuo could sense strands of drifting energy flowing into his body through the altar at the center of the battlefield, fusing with the divine energy in his body. He could clearly feel the growth of his divine energy.
At this moment, as he felt the growth of the energy, Han Shuo gradually understood the intentions of the Overgods of Death and Destruction. By relying on special methods, even though they were separated by multiple planes, through the use of altars and soul imprints, the Sovereigns of Death and Destruction would be able to gain power from both destruction and death. The more people died, the more power they would gain.
The death of over a hundred thousand Orc Warriors and the energy of destruction on the battlefield were absorbed by the altar that Han Shuo had set up. He could clearly feel the rapid growth of his divine energy. After doing some calculations in his mind, Han Shuo discovered that the energy of destruction caused by the death of over a hundred thousand Orc Warriors was equivalent to the power of faith of over a hundred thousand people over a few decades. It was also equivalent to the decades of silent cultivation of Han Shuo's avatar of destruction.
It was no wonder that the Overgods of Death and Destruction would do everything possible to send their subordinates to other material planes to wreak havoc. It was much easier to obtain energy this way than to cultivate on their own. There were thousands of material planes. If countless lives were destroyed in every material plane, then the energy obtained by the Overgods of Death and Destruction would definitely be able to greatly improve their divine energy.
"Father, they are no longer a threat. I need to go back and digest the energy I just obtained." Just as Han Shuo was thinking, Little Skull sent a message.
Looking up, Han Shuo saw Little Skull riding the bone dragon on top of the altar of death. The gravestone on Little Skull's chest was spinning rapidly like a small whirlpool. The altar of death below seemed to have run out of energy and was no longer glowing.
"Mhm." Han Shuo replied. After observing for a while, Han Shuo discovered that the gravestone on Little Skull's chest seemed to have the ability to speed up his absorption of the energy of death. He and Little Skull had set up the altar at almost the same time. Now, not only had Little Skull absorbed all the energy around the altar, even his body had completed the energy conversion, but Han Shuo himself was only halfway through.
Naturally, Little Skull would not be courteous with Han Shuo. Riding on the bone dragon, he cast some kind of strange spell. The complicated magic circle in the center of the altar that was supposed to be used to collect the energy of death suddenly shone with a misty green light. One by one, the undead creatures swarmed into the misty green light and disappeared.
The undead creatures left as quickly as they came. After a while, the enormous undead creatures returned to the Netherworld through the altar under Little Skull.
As the caster, Little Skull looked at Han Shuo after seeing that the undead creatures had swarmed into the altar in an orderly manner, "Alright, father, please send me back."
Han Shuo was a little surprised, but he did not say anything. He cast a simple necromancy spell, and Little Skull disappeared in a flash of bright light as if he had been caught by space.
"This guy is getting more and more amazing." Han Shuo smiled and sighed. He was not in a hurry to leave, but instead hovered in place and silently absorbed the energy of destruction on the battlefield through the altar below.
The amount of energy of destruction caused by the death of hundreds of thousands of orcs was quite considerable. Without a magical treasure like the gravestone, Han Shuo would need to spend more time and energy to absorb the energy than Little Skull.
Han Shuo was not in a hurry. He hovered in the air and communicated with the altar with his soul. He spread out his Domain of Divinity and formed a spiderweb-like barrier to absorb the energy of destruction gathered by the altar.
… …
After a long while, Han Shuo let out a long sigh. He spread his hand and covered the altar below. The altar seemed to be covered by an invisible canvas, disappearing inch by inch under Han Shuo's body.
Han Shuo surveyed the surroundings, looked at the corpses strewn all over the battlefield, looked at the messy weapons and armors, shook his head, and flew towards the distant South Border City.
If it was in the past, Han Shuo would definitely stay and collect the weapons and armor on the ground. However, Han Shuo was no longer the same as before. Those weapons and armor on the ground could no longer enter Han Shuo's eyes. Therefore, he naturally would not waste his time on them.
A streak of light flashed past at high speed. A tall and majestic figure appeared beside Firenze, who was still looking at the battlefield in astonishment.
"For the time being, South Border City should not be facing the threat of the Empire of Orcs again. Hmm, clean up the battlefield. Some things are still of some value," said Han Shuo with a faint smile as he looked at Firenze beside him.
Firenze snapped out of his shock and turned his head to look at Han Shuo. Firenze, who had always been bold and unrestrained, was actually a little timid at this moment. After staring blankly for a long while, he forced a smile and nodded, saying, "Hundreds of thousands of orcs, gone just like that. Even if the Empire of Orcs still has some military strength, I'm afraid they won't dare to invade our South Border City again before the truth is clear."
Han Shuo grinned and calmly said, "Oh, that's good. After I've dealt with the great threat that is the Kasi Empire, we can regroup our military strength and attack them instead."
Firenze remained silent for a long time after hearing Han Shuo's words. He sized up Han Shuo for a very long time before he finally said, "With you around, the Empire is invincible!"
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