Novel Full Chapter 570 - Slaughter
Chapter 570 – Slaughter
Orcs were, by nature, violent creatures.
Some said they weren’t always like that, that they had once been a proud and well-organized race of honorable warriors, and that after millions of years, they had devolved into a group of disorganized barbarians.
Qingyi had heard these stories many times before, but he couldn’t care less about any of them.
If they had once been a proud and well-organized race, it mattered little.
For now, they were just filthy green skins, about to die by his sword. Lucios was shocked by the teleportation at first, but remembering that Qingyi had used that technique on him before, he was able to relax.
His eyes focused on the endless orc armies surrounding them, all roaring with hatred.
Just in front of him, there were about a hundred thousand. But he knew that in total, the army surrounding them numbered in the tens of millions.
If these bastards were united enough to march on human lands, instead of irrationally killing each other, it would be the downfall of many powers.
Even the mighty Rose Empire could fall before such a force. And if the Rose Empire fell, who would be next?
Lucios knew he had to use Qingyi and this chance very well.
“None of you bastards will leave here alive!” Lucios roared, throwing himself into the midst of the orcs.
A single swing of his blade, and a thousand died.
Qingyi, right behind him, could only laugh as he watched the green-skinned warriors excitedly rush towards them.
On the ground, it was possible to feel the tremor of millions of footsteps echoing, each of the orcs converging towards the center where the two of them stood.
Gripping the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword tightly, he charged forward.
Unlike Lucios, his first swing didn’t have much effect, as he came face to face with one of the twelfth-ring orcs.
“Dumb hummie! Die!” The orc roared with amusement, realizing that Qingyi was seeking a direct confrontation of strength.
Even though Qingyi was powerful, he was still a delicate human in the eyes of that orc war chief.
Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t have been more wrong.
His axe struck Qingyi’s blade, but it seemed to have hit a wall of pure steel.
A shockwave spread through the orc’s arm, all his strength returning through his own bones.
A scream of pain echoed as the warchief’s arm twisted, flesh tearing and bones turning to dust.
His knees barely had time to touch the ground before he was dead.
Following his fall came an explosion, hundreds of meters around Qingyi engulfed in pure destruction.
Lucios, who had already engaged in combat with a second orc
warchief, also from the twelfth ring, could not help but open his
mouth in admiration.
One of the most powerful beasts in the entire world, defeated cleanly with a single blow.
The old elf gritted his teeth.
How strong could Qingyi be?
‘Ah… if age weren’t so cruel…’ He shook his head, calmed his breathing, and then focused on the combat in front of him.
His blade, an elegant, long elven saber, collided with the orc warlord’s colossal sword.
The ground beneath them was turned to dust, their blades locked in a clash of strength with no clear winner.
The orc leaned over Lucios, his mouth opening in a beastly roar.
The patriarch of the dragon elves couldn’t help but turn his head slightly, circulating his mana to protect his eardrums and eyes.
It seemed like just an ordinary roar. But even orcs of the ninth ring, equivalent to true immortals, who were in the path of the roar had to throw themselves to the ground.
They screamed in pain and clutched their ears, which bled profusely.
A chill ran down Lucios’ spine at that sight.
If he hadn’t protected himself in time, he would certainly have suffered serious injuries.
Gritting his teeth, the old man simply let the orc win the contest of strength, retreating and opening up as much space as he could.
Stopping about a hundred meters away and watching the orc prepare to chase him, Lucios smiled.
Yes. That was exactly what he wanted.
His eyes flashed. Ten green lightning bolts joined his sword, soon multiplying, turning into a hundred, then a thousand.
“This is my most advanced technique, beast. The result of over a thousand years of forging it.” Lucios growled. “Be proud to die for it.”
The moment his voice fell, he charged forward.
His body became a blur, and the thousand green rays spread out in all
directions. cutting through countless orcs like sharp razors.
The orc warchief didn’t even bother to dodge. His face glowed with excitement as he faced the attack head-on.
His mana exploded around his weapon, colliding with Lucios’ saber.
He expected to block the attack like that. But he didn’t notice
something.
Lucios’ blade stopped, but the lightning surrounding it did not.
Like a luminous blur, it passed through the warchief’s body and continued for miles, taking tens of thousands of orcs to their deaths. The orc war chief froze for a moment, opened his mouth in a grunt, and then fell apart into perfectly cut cubes of meat.
“Very good, old man!” Qingyi smiled, sitting on a pile of orc corpses.
Around him, more than three thousand ethereal swords formed with the Fourth Form of the Tempest Monarch Sword Art flew rapidly, cutting through orcs without stopping.
Each of them had power equivalent to that of an immortal emperor- and together, they were more than enough to deal with any expert in
the astral body realm.
Watching that scene, Lucios could only shake his head.
It was truly absurd.
How many orcs had Qingyi killed in that short time? Thirty thousand?
Even for an expert of his level, killing so many so quickly was difficult, especially considering that many of those orcs had reached the
twelfth ring.
Sighing in defeat, the old elf took a mana recovery potion and joined
the slaughter again.