Death Omen Star
"Boom--"
The Giant Mountain furiously pounded the ground, delivering a determined blow that cracked the earth and sent sand and dust soaring into the sky.
But this time, it missed again! "Whoosh—"
A figure suddenly ascended rapidly, breaking through the thick smoke.
In the blink of an eye, George had already flown dozens of meters into the air. He flapped his Dragon Wing, and his golden eyes, glowing with fire, looked down intently at the orc.
Instantly, a powerful dragon's might spread out, pressing down on the earth, while scorching winds were whipped up by the wings, gradually sweeping across the land.
"This is."
George felt the surge of power in his bloodline and the resistance generated by the flapping of the large Dragon Wing behind him. At first, he was somewhat curious, but then he became extremely excited.
Half-dragon.
At this critical moment, his bloodline from the Embers of the Burned Emperor was awakened, and he actually broke through the shackles of genes, leaping to the level of "half-dragon".
Within the Embers of the Burned Empire, although the titles of the Dragon Blood Noble are clearly defined, their talents in receiving bloodlines also differ, and their bloodlines have a separate classification system.
Those who possess dragon-like features such as dragon scales, vertical pupils, and dragon claws are collectively known as "Emperor's Bloodline Descendant" or "Dragonborn." This group comprises approximately 5% of the entire population, and George was one of them.
Only those beings that grow Dragon Wing are qualified to be called "Emperor's Favored," or "half-dragons."
They were few in number and almost all of them were high-ranking figures at the pinnacle of imperial power, such as Marshal Dolo of the Military Department, Lady Misha of the Wildfire Tower, and even the Imperial Prime Minister Lang Pu had a pair of small Dragon Wing on his back.
Every half-dragon was a lucky one favored by the emperor, and almost all of them were meritorious veterans of the empire.
Now, after undergoing several baptisms of dragon blood and facing life-or-death crises, George has also joined the ranks, becoming a noble half-dragon!
He recalled the figure that had just appeared in his mind, and the gaze that had been cast upon him. Could it be that he had truly received the emperor's attention?
Thinking of this, George was suddenly filled with excitement, his chest surging with boundless exhilaration, and for a moment he even ignored the orcs on the ground.
This neglect enraged the Giant Mountain, which slammed its warhammer into the ground, creating several more huge craters.
"Damn reptile, you can't escape! You think you can hide just because you have wings? I'm still going to kill you!"
The Giant Mountain roared to the sky, raised its warhammer, pointed it at George in the sky, and roared fiercely.
"I should be the one saying that. You are utterly powerless before the power bestowed upon you by His Majesty!"
George's gaze was sharp, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, his tone undisguisedly sarcastic.
His Dragon Wing suddenly unfurled, casting a huge shadow on the ground. Behind him, a crimson dragon seemed to appear, and the powerful dragon's might poured down, making even the Giant Mountain feel a weight on its shoulders.
Giant Mountain's eyes widened suddenly, filled with shock.
How is that possible?
How could any creature possess an aura stronger than his? That was his most prized power! The Giant Mountain's eyes widened in fury, and it roared in utter rage, "Waaagh!"
The orc's arm muscles bulged, veins popped out again, and he hurled the massive warhammer made of steel, flames spewing from its head as it spun rapidly toward George in mid-air.
Seeing the warhammer hurtling towards him, George remained calm. He flapped his wings and rapidly ascended more than ten meters, easily dodging the attack.
The warhammer missed its target, continuing its rapid spin back into the Giant Mountain's hand. The orc grinned as he watched George ascend; this was the moment he'd been waiting for! "Boom!"
With a deafening roar, the warhammer slammed into the ground, and the orc, using the recoil and his own leap, soared high into the air at an unimaginable speed.
In the blink of an eye, the Giant Mountain caught up with George, who was climbing, and swung its warhammer in mid-air toward him.
"Not good!"
Hearing the whooshing sound of a giant creature cutting through the air behind him, George sensed something was wrong. He turned around and, sure enough, saw the orc grinning as it pounced on him.
Wow, that's fast!
George flipped in mid-air, gripping his longsword tightly with both hands, holding it horizontally, ready to counterattack at any moment.
At the same time, George felt an intensely hot energy simmering in his lungs, chest, and throat, about to be released.
—And the orcs in front of us are clearly a good choice.
The Giant Mountain quickly overtook George and came to his head. Taking advantage of the momentum of its descent, it swung its warhammer at the Half-Dragon and roared, "Reptile, take this!"
George finally stopped suppressing the massive energy within him, and opened his mouth with a ferocious expression, clearly preparing for a desperate fight.
"Boom--"
With a crackling sound as the air burst open, George spewed out an exceptionally bright and incredibly hot pillar of fire, which slammed straight into the Giant Mountain's chest.
Giant Mountain's expression changed drastically. For some reason, the moment the other party opened its mouth, it felt a strange fear, as if the flames could completely destroy it! It was one of the best among Million Orcs, a unique existence.
Those cunning but weak Imperial People fired thousands of bullets and hundreds of cannonballs at it but failed to kill it, and the overwhelming artillery fire could not extinguish it. How could it die from this little flame?
After a brief moment of astonishment, a furious rage overwhelmed its brain, completely driving it mad. Within its spore-formed body, something seemed to be awakening. "I will never lose! Waaaaagh—"
A glint of light shone in the Giant Mountain's eyes as it swung its warhammer at the pillar of fire. Its entire body emanated a solidified dark green force field, like Poison Mist composed of countless spores.
The orcish energy field spread wildly, causing chaos in the Weave and world laws within a radius of several hundred meters, and rendering the weapons in the hands of the imperial soldiers ineffective.
Faced with such a terrifying force field, the energy within George's body not only did not weaken, but instead became even hotter and more abundant. His lungs were practically brewing a miniature sun, and the light even shone through his body.
Within that light was a touch of extremely sacred silver, like the light of heaven.
Just before the orc was about to smash his head, the incredibly powerful pillar of fire struck the Giant Mountain's chest, instantly burning through his tough skin and melting his thick flesh.
Although the Giant Mountain's body was rapidly regenerating at a visible speed by constantly absorbing the spores from the surrounding orc corpses, it still couldn't keep up with the speed at which the pillars of fire were destroying its body tissues.
Besides the overt Contend Against, the Dragon's Might and the Beastman's Field are also colliding and squeezing each other, creating spatial turbulence in the high sky.
In an instant, even the violently beating heart was destroyed by the pillar of fire, which pierced through the orc's body. George had actually burned a hole right through the Giant Mountain! "Boom!"
Within the orc's heart, a special kind of spore burst open and was consumed by flames.
The Giant Mountain was roaring and crashing down on George, about to kill its enemy, when it felt a sudden weakness in its body—it could no longer feel pain, but the weakness was far more terrifying to it than the pain.
Without power, its existence is meaningless.
How could that be?
Giant Mountain looked down blankly and found that his strong body had become mutilated, with a charred hole in his chest that ran through it from front to back.
As the heart exploded, the aura of the beastmen that filled the surroundings instantly dissipated, replaced by George's dragon might.
The orc's rough, large hands could no longer grip the warhammer, and it plummeted straight down from mid-air. For the first time, the emotion called "despair" appeared on that ugly face, which was filled with rage and madness.
Orcs who have lost their power are less than dogs.
George did not let his guard down at all. He seized the opportunity, tucked his wings, and swooped straight down from the sky, gripping his longsword tightly with both hands and thrusting it straight down.
"Whoosh—"
The sharp sword tip pierced through, the wings tore through the surrounding airflow, and George's body was like a flame falling from the sky.
"Boom!"
A dull thud echoed through the sky, smashing a massive crater into the ground. Sand and gravel flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the orc lay lifeless in the crater, unable to move, yet still managing a hoarse cry, "I haven't... lost yet."
However, the next moment, George also fell from the sky, plummeting down, his longsword carrying the heat and kinetic energy generated by piercing the air, stabbing towards the orc's brow.
"Snap!"
The longsword Ground Spike the orc's skull cleanly and decisively, shattering the skull, causing a burst of blood mist, and splattering brain matter everywhere.
George gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, kneeling on the ground. The Giant Mountain's massive head had been pierced through by him, the tip of the sword embedded in the ground. The orc's ugly face still revealed the resentment and unwillingness before his death.
"It's finally over."
George sighed and stood up, but felt weak all over and could not pull the longsword that was deeply embedded in the ground.
"Call"
Having gone through this battle, he felt as if he had just experienced a thrilling dream, and he still felt a lingering fear when he thought about it.
Looking at the orc's massive, grotesque corpse, which resembled a small mountain, George could hardly believe that he was the one who had caused it.
As an Imperial officer, he mainly studied command knowledge and skills at the Army Academy, and was not known for his combat prowess. Most of his achievements were in leading troops to kill enemy generals.
Before entering the empire, he was just a lowly serf who could be bullied by anyone, let alone have any fighting skills.
But now, George actually killed this orc leader all by himself? No, he definitely didn't kill this orc on his own!
Thinking back to the feeling that his body had been filled with a sun, George suddenly guessed a rather reasonable possibility and became extremely excited about it, even trembling all over.
"His Majesty."
George refused to stand up and remained kneeling on the ground for a long time, looking up at the sun through the Gunsmoke that obscured the sky.
Around him were not only Giant Mountain, but also tens of thousands of orc corpses. Some had been burned to death, others had their heads shattered by shrapnel, some had been riddled with bullets by machine guns, and others had their bones crushed by the onslaught of their own kind. These orc corpses were piled up on the wasteland, forming mound after mound that almost covered the earth, emitting a burnt smell and a certain stench.
Anzeta Great Wasteland, Dragon Blood Mountain.
Keosius gazed at the battlefield from afar through the Calamity Dragon Eye, staring at the corpses of the Giant Mountain, and rubbed his chin. "How interesting, the orc chieftain actually appeared at this time. It seems they value me highly."
The nature of that power is quite familiar. Tsk tsk. As expected, it's the alliance between the Orc God and the Abyss. What a troublesome enemy."The Red Dragon shook his head and sighed softly.
However, this is the Prime Material Plane, the home turf of the Embers of the Burned Empire. Here, even if the Evil God and the demon unite, Keosius will not back down in the slightest.
George's guess was correct.
With his own strength, he was far from being able to kill the orc leader whose combat power was close to legendary, thanks to the buffs of numerous Orc Spores.
It was Keosius himself who intervened, using the bond of Bloodline Gift to grant him a flame containing the laws of order, allowing him to successfully kill the Giant Mountain.
This process sounds remarkably easy, but behind the scenes, Keosius is also Contend Against the power of Gruumsh and Fungus Lady, destroying the chaotic and evil divine power they left behind within the Giant Mountain.
The orc chieftain, who appeared during the Orc Disaster in the northern part of the Feanso Continent in the previous life, is an extremely terrifying War Machine capable of gradually growing to the legendary level.
When the density of orcs reaches a certain level and a large number of orcs die, the spores of the dead orcs will gather on the orc with the strongest force field, causing it to undergo a certain transformation.
Every orc leader is an extremely ferocious and bloodthirsty war darling, capable of rapidly growing stronger in battle.
Keosius glanced at the orc corpse beside George and said with a smile, "I never thought that this famous newbie nightmare would die at my hands at this time."
Giant Mountain, another familiar name.
In his previous life, Keosius had heard of the orc chieftain's great name, but not just as "Giant Mountain," but as "Bone Breaker, Giant Mountain."
This orc leader was as famous as Da Ya and was listed as one of the "Four Great Scourges". During the war, he constantly collected discarded weapons and armor to create a set of super heavy armor.
In the original storyline, it was the Giant Mountain who led an army of hundreds of thousands of Green-skinned Orcs to conquer Avendell Dan, seize many weapons from the Dwarf treasury, and obtain the Dwarf blueprints.
After that, the Giant Mountain and its minions waged wars everywhere, constantly expanding their territory and plundering everything they could see.
Coincidentally, it was also one of the culprits that destroyed North Aisel in its previous life. The Giant Mountain had led several massive offensives against North Aisel, during which millions of Aisel people were slaughtered.
In the repeated war offensives launched by the Giant Mountain, the new players in North Aisel were tormented and suffered greatly, with some even being forced to quit the game on the spot.