Fierce Battle

George stared at the orc not far away, raised his pistol, and as he pulled the trigger, commanded, "Kill this greenskin!"

"Bang!"

A bullet engraved with Explosion Rune was fired from the gun barrel and struck the Giant Mountain in the chest.

George received the bullet from the Imperial Magic Department. Even a division commander like him could only receive three, and each one had the power of Fifth Circle Spell.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the bullet exploded inside the orc's body, instantly tearing through its thick flesh and tough skin, leaving a huge hole in its chest.

With its heart pounding and lungs heaving, its stomach charred black and intestines even detached from its body, the orc's internal organs were almost entirely exposed to the air.

If it were an ordinary creature, it would probably have lost its life long ago after suffering injuries of this degree, or at least be lying on the ground barely alive.

But the Giant Mountain's Life Force was so tenacious that it grew like an absurd number. Its flesh and blood grew in a thread-like manner, like wriggling worms, filling the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The orc was covered in blood and wounds, and was also entangled in the electric nets.

"Waaaagh!"

At this moment, the Giant Mountain stood atop a small hill piled with the corpses of its kin, its eyes bloodshot, roaring to the sky, presenting an extremely bloody scene.

As it roared, the Green-skinned Orcs corpses beneath its feet began to wriggle, transforming into strands of green mycelium that climbed from its heels onto the Giant Mountain, becoming part of its body.

A powerful, violent pressure spread out—a force field formed from the wills of countless dead Green-skinned Orcs! Looking at the suddenly transformed orc, George sensed something was wrong. The words of the Starfallers flashed through his mind. "This boss is about to enter the second phase!"

"Bang! Bang bang!"

He fired wildly at the orc, shouting, "All-out attack! Everyone, at all costs—focus fire on this damned Green-skinned Orcs!"

"Kill it!"

"That damned beast! For the Empire!"

In an instant, more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns were aimed at the orcs, blinding flashes of fire erupting from their muzzles, and bullets rained down on the Giant Mountain's body like a storm.

However, when these bullets struck the orc, they burst open inside its body, brutally tearing its skin and flesh apart, but the flesh around the wounds wriggled and quickly filled the gaps, growing new skin.

The machine gun bullets not only failed to cause any damage, but were also digested, absorbed, and fused by the orc's unreasonable body, and a metallic luster gradually appeared on the Giant Mountain's claws and teeth.

"Whoosh—"

Several rockets, trailing white smoke and flames, hurtled toward the Giant Mountain from different directions. However, the force field was too strong, and half of the rockets exploded in mid-air, while the rest only managed to char the orcs' skin.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen grenades were thrown from the trenches and exploded one after another. Sand and gravel shot into the sky and sharp shrapnel flew everywhere, but they still could not really hurt the orc.

"Die! You damned greenskins! Give me back my brother's life!"

An Ogre Heavy Shieldbearer roared as he stood up, hoisted his Rocket Launcher, aimed at the orc's head, and pulled the trigger, firing a Armor-Piercing Shell powerful enough to pierce through the rock wall.

The shells, trailing thick smoke, hurtled toward the orcs' heads with terrifying speed.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the pointed bullet made of quenched steel pierced the orc's forehead in an instant, using its hard body and enormous kinetic energy to shatter its skull.

Immediately afterwards, the projectile exploded inside, generating a high-speed jet of metal that instantly blasted most of the orc's head away, even splattering his brains out.

"Great! As expected of the new gadgets issued by the Military Department, it's really powerful!" Looking at the half-eaten, still smoking coward, the Ogre was overjoyed, finally getting his revenge.

Long Live the Empire!

"These green bedbugs are utterly vulnerable!"

"I'm going to detach that guy's claws and make them into a collectible, hanging it on my wall."

In an instant, the imperial soldiers cheered in unison, celebrating the orc chieftain's death, and even George secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, George sensed that something was wrong and a chill ran through him. Soon, he realized that he had forgotten something!

No! The orc chieftain is dead, but that chaotic, violent force field has not dissipated! It still weighs heavily on the hearts of every Imperial People.

In other words, George suddenly turned around and looked at the orc chieftain who had lost half his head.

From the pile of orc corpses not far away came a series of sticky "sizzling" sounds. The orcs, who had long been dead, trembled slightly, and thick spores were expelled from their mouths and noses.

The remains of those bodies merged and intertwined, gradually coalescing into twisted chunks of flesh and writhing vines, surging towards the Giant Mountain from all directions.

Then, an even more horrifying scene unfolded—a brand new head grew out of the gap in the orc's neck, its newborn eyes, covered in slime, staring at George from afar with a ferocious, twisted smile on them.

"You can't kill me."

"Damn it, it's not dead yet! Quick! Don't let your guard down, keep focusing fire!" George shouted anxiously.

"By Keosius, how could such a thing exist! How is this possible!"

"Disgusting monster! Destroy it!"

"Damn it, I'm going to burn this thing to ashes!"

"Boom!"

"Da da da da—"

In an instant, artillery fire roared, and bullets, grenades, and shells rained down on the orc as if they were free, with continuous explosions leveling the ground where it stood by several feet.

Imperial soldiers picked up flamethrowers and spewed scorching fire dragons at the orc. The flames raged, gasoline spilled out, and the orc's flesh was burned to a crisp.

However, the Giant Mountain's regenerative ability was simply too terrifying.

With tens of thousands of orc corpses as "raw materials" and its powerful orc energy field, it is virtually immortal on this chaotic battlefield.

Entangled by spores and mycelium, the Giant Mountain had grown to over six meters tall, its muscles clearly defined, its veins intertwined like the roots of a tree, and its claws gleaming with a metallic glint.

Fed by tens of thousands of dead orcs and subjected to the baptism of Imperial artillery fire, this orc has transformed into a brutal and terrifying War Machine.

"Waaaagh!"

Another roar erupted, and a powerful orcish aura spread out.

Instantly, the incoming bullets and shells malfunctioned, as if a stop button had been pressed, and fell from mid-air with a crisp sound.

"Hahahaha! Imperial People! If you can't kill me, I'll smash you all to pieces!"

As George fired, he shouted, "Release the maximum current! Make sure you have control of it!"

The large nets wrapped around the orcs suddenly burst forth with dazzling lightning and crackling electric current, causing arcs of electricity to surge across the orcs' bodies and charred wounds to reappear on their skin.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen metal balls flew out of the trenches, unfolded in mid-air, and formed a dense net that enveloped the orcs, weaving together into an impenetrable trap.

After years of fighting, the empire's officers and soldiers have developed a complete set of tactics for dealing with large monsters, which are now being applied to the Giant Mountain.

Giant Mountain grinned, revealing his thick fangs, and snarled, "Imperial People, you think you can trap me with this trash?"

The orc struggled fiercely, its arm muscles bulging and veins popping, unleashing an unimaginable force. It grabbed the tangled net and tore it apart to the sides of its body.

"Sizzle—"

With a cracking sound like tearing silk, the spider silk net was actually torn apart by the orc!

Immediately afterwards, Giant Mountain swung his warhammer, and a huge semi-circular steel blade popped out from the hammerhead, cleanly severing the net that was surrounding it.

Giant Mountain gazed at George in the distance, tilted his newborn head, his eyes playful, and his tone revealed an uncontrollable rage. "Just now... was it you who wanted to kill me?"

The overwhelming pressure from the powerful orcish forces was palpable.

Instantly, large beads of sweat appeared on George's forehead, his heart pounded with anxiety, his breathing became rapid, and his hands gripping the knife and gun trembled slightly.

But George knew that the more critical the moment, the more he couldn't show weakness or back down! If he backed down, his honor, his status, his power, and everything he had worked so hard to achieve would vanish in an instant.

George was the backbone of the army. If he showed even a hint of fear, that fear would quickly spread to all the soldiers until the entire army collapsed!

Thinking of this, George looked down at the orc without flinching, raised his pistol and aimed it at the orc's head. "It was my order."

"Orcs, you are a scourge to the Empire! His Your Majesty Keosius has personally ordered your extermination—leaving not a single one alive!"

"Bang!"

The trigger was pulled, and the explosive bullet shot out of the barrel instantly, striking the orc's head.

But the Giant Mountain reacted much faster George had imagined; it placed its warhammer in front of it, deflecting the bullet and causing it to explode in mid-air.

The orc raised his warhammer high, leaped into the air, and roared with laughter, "That's exactly what I was thinking! You Imperial People —all of you must die!"

Wow, that's fast!

George was startled as he watched the orc leap seven or eight meters into the air.

This creature was far more agile than it appeared. Its movements were so swift that it didn't resemble a behemoth over six meters tall at all, but rather a highly skilled human Fighter.

However, George's muscles were tense, his dragon blood was flowing rapidly through his body, and he was already prepared. He suddenly jumped backward and pulled the trigger in mid-air, aiming at the orc who was jumping down.

"Boom--"

The Giant Mountain crashed down, the warhammer smashing a huge crater in the ground, causing the earth to tremble and sending rubble and sand flying everywhere.

But George had already dodged and fired a high-explosive bullet at him through the thick smoke.

"Bang!"

However, on the battlefield, the orc's intuition was incredibly sharp; he dodged a bullet aimed at his brow with just a slight tilt of his head.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Giant Mountain swung his weapon with all his might, his warhammer crashing down like a storm, creating large craters in the ground, which George managed to dodge each time with narrow escapes.

"This guy is a tireless beast." George dropped the pistol that had already used up three bullets, and swung his longsword with both hands, trying his best to block and dodge the orc's attacks.

Even a slight bump would send George's hand tingling with the force, almost causing him to drop his sword.

"Lord George, I'm here to help you!" Several Ogre, carrying massive shields and huge battle axes, charged forward menacingly.

"Hahaha, it's you guys again!"

However, the Giant Mountain merely let out a wild laugh, then leaped high once more, crashing down with unstoppable momentum and terrifying kinetic energy.

"Boom!"

The giant shield was smashed through, shards flying everywhere, and the orc behind it was also smashed deep into the ground, turning into a bloody, mangled corpse.

The Giant Mountain continued to swing its warhammer, chasing after George —the officer remained its primary target.

As it brandished its warhammer, it shouted, "Weak! Too weak! The Imperial People are nothing but this! They can't satisfy me! Let your emperor—that giant lizard—come and play with me!"

"Roll!"

George was willing to climb the social ladder by any means necessary, but he always held a deep reverence and admiration for the emperor who stood atop the clouds, looking down upon all living beings.

That was the emperor who had given him a second life, the savior who had transformed him from a lowly serf into a high-ranking nobleman. How could he tolerate this orc's blasphemy! Upon hearing this, an uncontrollable rage erupted in George's golden pupils, his dragon blood boiled, and a majestic dragon roar burst forth from his throat.

"Roar--"

"You damned green-skinned bastard, how dare you insult His Majesty like this! I'll kill you!"

Out of anger, George stood frozen in place, not creating enough distance, and the orc could rush up and smash him to pieces at any moment.

Giant Mountain's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Hahaha, I see! You're furious! That could cost you your life!"

"Whoosh—"

The warhammer hurtled through the air, and inexplicably, scorching flames erupted from the steel pipe behind the hammerhead as it slammed into the Imperial officer with terrifying kinetic energy.

The Giant Mountain was filled with excitement, its whole body trembling with elation. Soon, it would see that arrogant Imperial People smashed into mincemeat, and see these soldiers scatter and flee like sheep.

"By then, it will snatch the medal from the officer's chest; that glittering little thing is quite pretty," Giant Mountain thought.

"Is this the end?" George looked up at the orc that was about to crash down.

In an instant, scenes from the past flashed through his mind. He remembered his miserable experience as a serf, the tension of reporting spies, the excitement of being commended, and the exhilaration of achieving merit on the battlefield. Suddenly, George felt a bulge on his back, as if something was about to be released, and the dragon blood in his body was flowing rapidly, his heart pumping it throughout his body—it was a familiar feeling.

Facing the oncoming warhammer, George envisioned the majestic figure of the Red Dragon, the emperor exuding supreme pressure, his pale golden eyes seemingly looking down upon him. "Your Majesty Keosius," George murmured, his gaze gradually turning fanatical, the last vestige of fear of death in his heart vanishing completely.

"Die!" the Giant Mountain roared as it crashed down.

"Sizzle—"

With a crisp sound, the bulge on George's back suddenly burst open.

Two Dragon Wing covered in red scales unfolded behind him, flapping and striking in an instant, lifting George into the air!