Gruumsh!

An ancient and desolate war song rang out, echoing across the ravaged land, and the one-eyed orc's aura grew even more formidable.

The moment He appeared, a terrifying and chaotic spherical force field appeared within a radius of several thousand meters centered on the Cyclops, even annihilating the thermal Shockwave generated by the nuclear explosion.

Poisonous Black Rock flowed from the cracks in the rocks, and streams of highly toxic liquid gushed from the earth—a sign that a deity was about to descend to earth.

The Wyvern Knight circling in the sky finally could not hold on any longer. They all fainted and fell straight down from thousands of meters in the air.

However, the orc ignored them completely, his gaze passing over the Wyvern Knight as if he saw a colossal figure hidden behind them.

"Arrogant Red Dragon, your insignificant empire is about to perish because you have provoked a True God! From this day forward, you will be the enemy of billions of orcs in the multiverse. We will wage endless war against you, destroy your homeland, ravage your land, and slaughter your people!"

The one-eyed orc's voice boomed like thunder, filling the wilderness. It was louder and more violent than the previous explosions, and it also carried a kind of awe-inspiring power—it was an oath containing divine power, a declaration of a race's god to his enemy.

In an instant, from the Abyss to the 666th level, from Avernus to Nessus, from the Fields of the Wild to the Tumultuous Void Tunnel, in this magnificent multiverse, whether the orcs were still fighting, fleeing, or slaughtering civilians, almost every orc had such a command in their hearts.

—The Embers of the Burned Empire is their common, irreconcilable enemy! Keosius Klauberwu Norikesius is their enemy! In a corner of the Fields of the Wild, Outer Plane of the Embers of the Burned Empire is trading with an unknown orc tribe, exchanging pots and pans for metal ore and orc slaves. The two sides are having a very amicable conversation.

But at that moment, the orcs' expressions suddenly turned ferocious, their gazes towards the caravan filled with hatred and murderous intent, as if these were their natural enemies.

"You are Imperial People!" "To the death!" "The will of the Father God!" The orcs roared and howled, brandishing their spears and battle axes, and charged toward the Imperial caravan.

"These orcs have gone mad! Kill them!" Amidst the somewhat panicked command, the caravan guards skillfully raised their guns and aimed. In an instant, gunshots and the orcs' cries echoed, and the valley was filled with acrid gunpowder Gunsmoke.

Such scenes are also appearing in various planes where Imperial People are present, and at this moment, hundreds of conflicts are taking place simultaneously.

In some planes, the Imperial People were able to slaughter the Orcs with their advanced weapons, while in others, the Orcs were able to tear the unprepared Imperial People to shreds with their superior physique and numbers.

Just as orcs harbor an innate hatred for Elf and Dwarf, this command instilled in all orcs an instinctive hatred for the Embers of the Burned Empire —even though they, living in another world, might never have seen Imperial People in their entire lives.

And their children, their descendants, are born with a nature that hates the empire, and will feel the urge to kick even an imperial dog when they see it.

As the Old Testament says: Love what God loves, and hate what God hates.

This is the supreme authority of a race's chief god! With just a command, a glance, or even a thought, He can make the entire race hate the same target! Only the orcs and Half-orc native to the empire can shield themselves from the influence of this Divine Revelation and barely maintain their rationality, but their orc nature still makes them unable to stop the impulse to destroy order and kill themselves.

If this continues, they may very well become enemies of the empire, fanatical haters.

The fact that just a few words could create such a huge impact clearly reveals the identity of that one-eyed orc.

He is the powerful Watcher, the Never-Sleeping One, the One-Eyed God, and the undisputed leader of the Orc Pantheon —the orc chief god Gruumsh!

At this moment, after the Inafo Valley was devastated by nuclear bombs and the Green-skinned Orcs were almost wiped out, at Soro's last plea, the orc god finally descended in his avatar form and walked on the earth! Gruumsh looked around and saw that the wilderness after the explosion was full of orc remains, most of which were carbonized and only charred skeletons could be seen.

Although He already knew everything through His authority as the supreme god, upon witnessing such a horrific scene, an uncontrollable rage still erupted in the eyes of this Orc God.

The "Chaos Orcs," whom He created to conquer the Material Plane at the cost of cooperating with the Abyss and paying a terrible price, were wiped out by the Embers of the Burned Empire, with almost none left! How dare they do this!

How dare that Red Dragon do such a thing? It's practically a declaration of war against the entire orc race!

Months ago, He paid special attention to the Red Dragon, admiring and praising its slaughter of the Shield Dwarves and its defeat of the Dumasong avatar, and even attempted to form an alliance with the Embers of the Burned Empire.

But Gruumsh never imagined that the Red Dragon would be so arrogant! He was willing to offend both sides at the same time in order to greedily devour the city! Gruumsh had seen too many dragons like this, who possessed great power yet despised the gods, over the long years. They often died in madness—and he was quite certain that Keosius Klauberwu Norikesius was the next one.

As Gruumsh's rage raged, a crimson storm swept across the land, encircling Him for dozens of miles, washing everything away like a tidal wave, containing chaotic, violent, and evil power.

When ordinary people see that scarlet light from afar, they will feel endless fear. If they are drawn into it, they will faint. Rabbits and ground squirrels with weaker minds may even be scared to death.

If one were to be in the center of the domain and see the eyes of the incarnation of Gruumsh, even the most resolute legendary Monk would tremble and kneel down under the intense pressure.

As for mortals?

Before they even get close, they will likely be overwhelmed by the aura of divine power in the realms of chaos, evil, hatred, and war, turning them into madmen on the spot, or even causing their brains to explode.

Gruumsh frowned, staring angrily at the orc remains, and raised his spear, pointing the blood-stained tip to the sky.

Then, He opened and closed His mouth, uttering from the depths of His throat an ancient, rough, and venomous Orcish: "An orc will never die until he has killed his enemy."

Before the sound faded, the bewildered souls that had been hovering in mid-air descended one after another, searching for their bodies.

Under the incantation of the Orc God, a dark mist arose out of thin air and spread across the land. The remaining Orc Spores gradually gathered, causing the orc remains to slowly revive.

Even so, the orcs at the epicenter of the explosion could not be brought back to life. They had been completely vaporized by the horrific explosion, turning into molecules in the air, leaving no trace whatsoever.

Even with Gruumsh's intervention, less than 20% of the orcs survived, totaling no more than a few hundred thousand.

"Father God."

"Damn Imperial People."

"I'm going to kill them, kill them!"

Amidst resentful and venomous murmurs, tens of thousands of orcs picked up their weapons and slowly rose from the ground, their bodies covered with hideous, charred wounds.

These orcs had long since perished in the devastating explosion, but through Gruumsh's divine power, they were resurrected! In the realm of the Orc God, they became even taller, stronger, and more fearless than before! Gruumsh's Blood Spear pointed south. "My Fighter, return! Go and avenge yourselves against the Embers of the Burned Empire! Slaughter their people!"

In an instant, the wasteland erupted in chaos once more. The resurrected beastmen cheered and roared wildly as they surged southward.

"Boom!"

With his spear in hand, Gruumsh took a step that covered tens of thousands of meters, shattering and distorting the surrounding space. His crimson domain also teleported with his steps, making him a veritable mobile calamity.

In just a few steps, He led the resurrected orc army hundreds of miles to the north of the Black Rock Mountains, returning to the battlefield riddled with craters and debris.

Meanwhile, a dozen miles away in Avendell Dan, or rather, the city of Dragon City, the officers and soldiers of the Empire watched in panic as the crimson domain drew ever closer.

"Look!"

"What, what is that?"

"Orcs? How is this possible! We've almost wiped them all out! How can there still be so many!"

"Damn it! Such terrifying pressure! It's giving me the feeling that His Your Majesty Keosius has descended upon us. Who... who is that?"

Under Gruumsh's oppressive presence, even the most loyal and courageous Imperial Fighter couldn't help but tremble and their God War, driven by an instinctive fear of their superiors.

At the top of the city tower, with a loud "crack!", the telescope in Dror's hand fell to the ground, and the crystal-clear lens shattered instantly.

The Hobgoblin suddenly collapsed, his body trembling violently. Blood gushed from his tightly closed eyes, and fear, anger, hatred, and other emotions intertwined on his face.

The moment Dror saw the one-eyed orc in the distance, a surge of immense fear and hatred welled up within him, as if a sharp awl were piercing his eyes.

It's important to know that the Orc Pantheon and the Goblin Pantheon have been at war for tens of thousands of years, and the fear and hatred of Gruumsh are etched in the hearts of every Goblin creature.

A massive body, jet-black armor, a blood-stained spear, and his most iconic feature: a single eye.

Almost instantly, Dror confirmed the orc's identity and became extremely flustered and anxious.

Hearing the commotion inside the city gate, the Hobgoblin guards stationed at the entrance immediately raised their guns and rushed in, anxiously asking, "Lord Dror, what has happened?"

Dror wiped the blood from the corner of his eye, calmed himself down, and ordered in a deep voice, "Go, find Lady Misha, and tell her to contact His Majesty immediately. You must tell her— the Orc God has descended upon the world!"

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the Hobgoblin guards were all startled, their hearts filled with turmoil. They quickly agreed and rushed to Misha's residence.

At this moment, Misha had already sensed the arrival of that deity and had begun to pray to her master, the emperor of the Embers of the Burned Empire, Keosius, her golden eyes filled with worry.

She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and whispered a prayer, "Master of the Embers of the Burned Empire, King of Thunder and Flame, my supreme Lord."

Unlike Dumasong, a god who tends to be neutral and has his own bottom line, Gruumsh is Chaotic Evil being, similar to the Abyssal Devil, and always acts without regard for the consequences.

Faced with the Empire's slaughter of the orcs, this Evil God would absolutely stop at nothing to retaliate in kind!

Moreover, Gruumsh is a Greater God. Even if suppressed by the Prime Material Plane and descending to earth in an avatar, such a being can easily destroy a city with a wave of his hand! If His Your Majesty Keosius does not take action personally, the Dragon City will surely fall, and the imperial army stationed here may even be completely annihilated!

Misha's guess was correct— Gruumsh was indeed planning to completely destroy the city to demonstrate his supreme power.

In the past, Gruumsh would never have dared to do such a thing, as it would not only deplete His power but also cause repulsion from the Prime Material Plane.

But now, the world is in turmoil, plagued by constant disasters, even the spatial barrier is cracking—this is the most chaotic time of epochal change! It is also an opportunity for gods like Gruumsh's, who live by war, to rise to power! At this time, the gods of the Elf and Dwarven Pantheon are mostly restrained by His allies in the Abyss, and He can finally destroy Avendell Dan, shatter the barrier of the Black Rock Mountains, and allow the orcs' southward advance to proceed without hindrance! Gruumsh's hand reached out and retrieved a massive iron torch from the void, raising it high above his head.

With a crisp cracking sound as the air burst open, it burst into flames, displaying a chaotic mix of red, black, and green colors.

At this moment, His spear was stained with the blood of the Elf, and the eternally burning torch illuminated His remaining eye.

"Foolish Imperial People, you submit to a ridiculous reptile, unaware that you have angered the true gods."

And this will bring you—destruction!

Gruumsh's face was grim, his muscles bulging and veins popping. He suddenly hurled the Blood Spear, its tip piercing through the torch and soaring into the sky with endless flames!

"Sizzle—"

The Blood Spear pierced the air, tore through the sky, and flew tens of thousands of meters into the air. The divine power of the Orc God caused it to continuously lengthen and thicken, and in a short moment, it expanded into a giant spear a hundred meters long.

The giant spear plummeted from the sky, bringing with it a blood-red hurricane, raging flames, and the oppressive force of divine power as heavy as a mountain.

Before the giant spear could pierce the Dragon City, it caused buildings throughout the city to collapse with a deafening roar, hundreds of imperial soldiers died on the spot, and Wyvern mournful cries.

Spellcasters within the city tried to escape, only to discover in horror that, under the influence of divine power, the space within a hundred miles was in chaos, like the sea in a storm, where one could be torn to pieces at the slightest carelessness.

The imperial officers and soldiers inside the city looked up at the sky, their faces filled with fear and despair. Such power was simply beyond their ability to shake.

"Keosius above"

"No! Is this the power of the Orc God? Are we going to die here?"

"Everyone, do not panic! His Majesty will surely appear! He will defeat that orc god!"

Some panicked, some waited for death in despair, but many more firmly believed that the emperor would save them and were doing everything in their power to save themselves.

"Quickly! Heed my command! Activate the third-level Protective Force Field!"

"Quickly activate the magic array inside the city wall and open the Greater Wall of Exorcism!"

"Expand the Prismatic Wall!"

"All Imperial Mages present—join me in constructing the High-Grade Otilluke's Dispelling Screen!"

In the eyes of the Imperial People, the giant spear trailing flames grew larger and larger, almost reaching the sky and piercing the earth, turning the city into ruins.

The seemingly indestructible magical shields and barriers in the sky were utterly powerless against the divine power, and were easily torn apart and pierced.

As layers of protection crumbled, the despair in people's eyes grew ever stronger.

"Roar--"

Just then, a Earth-Shattering dragon roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, tearing apart the space above the city, from which raging Space Rift —and a gigantic dragon claw—emerged.

Instantly, a fervent, hopeful light shone in people's eyes.