Lament for Extinction
"Whoosh—"
Keosius flapped his wings and soared into the air in an instant. Endless flames spewed from his throat, and the chaotic fire, the Order Flame, the source of the Fire Elemental, and the mottled power of the gods intertwined once again. They collided, entangled, and reacted with each other, ultimately creating terrifying fluctuations of law. Within his breath, it seemed as if miniature universes were constantly being created and destroyed.
Keosius had already exhausted all his strength to kill this Greater God.
His Base Blood Vessels were illuminated by the intense firelight, the light even penetrating his body and coating the Red Dragon's skin with a hazy, indistinct golden glow.
"Damn crawler"
Gruumsh could also feel the terrifying power of that breath. He vaguely sensed that the power combining chaos and order could actually devour divine power!
The orc swung his battle axe, attempting to cleave through space, thus dodging the attack.
But Dumasong was also watching Gruumsh closely, and almost instantly, this Silent Guardian made up his mind— Gruumsh must not be allowed to leave this place!
A chilling light ignited in Dumasong's eyes as he slammed his Lava Hammer heavily into the earth, the hammerhead bursting forth with incomparably brilliant and dazzling divine power.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the earth shook, dust flew up, and countless huge cracks appeared on the ground.
Giant rock pillars pierced the earth and soared into the sky, like an enormous hand imprisoning Gruumsh's avatar within them.
Each rock pillar emitted an earthy yellow divine light, containing immense earth power that easily sealed off the space, preventing Gruumsh from leaving for the time being.
"You're really overestimating yourself, Dumasong! You think—you can stop me?!" Gruumsh roared, his face contorted with rage, before swinging his battle axe in a furious attack.
The battle axe, carrying a blood-red divine light, cleaved the stone pillars in half in an instant, causing them to collapse with a deafening roar.
It was indeed Greater God; even with Dumasong's full strength, he could not completely trap it, only delay it for a moment.
But that brief moment was enough for Keosius to gather his strength and unleash a powerful breath at Gruumsh.
Gruumsh looked up and saw that the Red Dragon's figure had been engulfed by the dazzling firelight, the heat wave instantly swallowed the surrounding space, and countless pillars of fire descended from the sky, like Divine Punishment descending upon the world!
"Boom!"
Gruumsh's face was contorted with rage, and a burst of blood-red light erupted from his enormous single eye, Contend Against with the Red Dragon's flames.
In an instant, the sky was enveloped by Gruumsh's Divine Power Domain, and the crimson radiance spread in all directions, making it difficult even for Keosius to break through.
The flames, which contained multiple laws such as order, chaos, fire, and the sun, collided and canceled out the crimson divine power, creating a terrifying turbulent flow of laws at the boundary between the two.
At this moment, the orcs and the Red Dragon seemed like two enormous celestial bodies, radiating their own light and heat, vying for dominance over this land.
However, Gruumsh was a Greater God deity with a very high status. Even though Keosius had given his all, he was still being subtly suppressed by the other party and was about to collapse.
But the next moment, Dumasong roared and raised his Lava Hammer high, smashing it down on Gruumsh with all his might.
In an instant, the rubble on the ground rose into the air, and a heavy hammer hundreds of meters long, made of divine light and rock, appeared in the sky and slammed down hard on the Orc God.
"Boom!"
Two forces collided again, and the powerful Shockwave instantly spread to over a kilometer away, sending countless grains of sand and dust flying into the sky, once again stirring up a storm that swept across the land.
Under the full force of Keosius and Dumasong, fine cracks finally appeared on the thin film formed by the crimson divine light, which then completely collapsed and disintegrated, turning into countless points of light.
Keosius's breath also struck Gruumsh, instantly engulfing the orc's strong and burly body in a torrent of flames. Dumasong also smashed his heavy hammer into the blurry figure in the flames. The sea of fire was raging, flames were burning fiercely, thick smoke was billowing out, and the extremely high temperature almost melted the ground, with lava flowing on the ground.
The flames from the Red Dragon's mouth still poured down like a waterfall. He weaved through the sea of fire, wielding his sharp claws and sweeping his massive tail. With a casual strike, he could cause a small hill to collapse suddenly.
As Dumasong's hammer slammed down, sometimes the mountain peaks rose from the ground, sometimes the rock layers suddenly cracked, the earth shook violently, emitting a muffled groan, and countless huge cracks appeared on its surface.
Under the relentless onslaught of Keosius and Dumasong, everything around them was indiscriminately destroyed. This was no longer just a natural disaster, but a catastrophe of annihilation! Finally, Keosius landed on the ground, panting heavily. The flames surrounding him died down, and the dragon crystal gradually dimmed—he had expended too much energy, and even with the powerful physique of Progenitor Dragon, he could not recover immediately.
Dumasong also cautiously retreated to the side, holding a heavy shield and Great Hammer, his eyes fixed on the thick smoke, constantly on guard against the orcs attacking from within.
As the thick smoke gradually dissipated, the Orc God still stood tall on the ravaged land.
At this moment, however, He was covered in wounds, with burns and blunt force injuries everywhere. His plate armor was tattered and he looked rather disheveled.
"You will all die!"
With a ferocious expression, Gruumsh let out a low roar. Under the burst of divine power, his body swelled up again, his wounds healed rapidly, and his body emitted a blood-red glow that enveloped the sky.
This is the embodiment of Greater God! Even the earth-shattering attack just now could not destroy Him; it only drove Him into a frenzy, making Him even more powerful.
"Boom--"
Under that intense Divine Power Storm, both Keosius and Dumasong sustained numerous fine wounds.
Whether it was scales or rocks, they were easily torn apart, and the crimson divine light continued to erode their flesh and blood, spreading deeper into their bodies.
"As expected of the orcs' chief god, even an avatar is far beyond my ability to defeat."
Gazing at Gruumsh, who was at the center of the storm, Keosius licked the hot blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed inwardly.
Even when he and Dumasong avatar joined forces and used every means at their disposal, they could not kill him completely.
Fortunately, the all-out war between the Dwarven Pantheon and Orc Pantheon continues, and Gruumsh must keep a close eye on the situation in the Outer Plane.
As the war intensifies, even if only a wisp of divine power or a single thought descends upon this avatar, it will be drawn away by Gruumsh's true form.
"You lowly reptile, I will cut off your head, I will take your—" Gruumsh's furious words were abruptly cut off, and an uncontrollable rage suddenly flashed in his single eye.
Dwarf again!
Taking advantage of His distraction, the Dwarf gods launched a counterattack, and the vanguard of the Dwarf has even approached the Eternal Battlefield! If they are allowed to invade our divine kingdom, the consequences will be unimaginable! We must mobilize all our forces to stop them!
Thinking this, Gruumsh glared hatefully at Keosius with his single eye, his gaze incredibly dark and venomous, as if he wanted to tear him apart. He roared, "Keosius, you're lucky! Remember—when I return to this world, your death is nigh!"
Immediately, a beam of crimson divine light shot into the sky above the enormous orc's head, and Gruumsh's avatar was about to break through the boundary between the Material Plane and the Outer Plane, returning to His divine realm.
Keosius breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up at the crimson divine light in the sky, and a greedy gleam suddenly appeared in his pale golden pupils.
It's important to know that Gruumsh's five Divine Authority are: Orc, Strife, Survival, Strength, and Territory.
It contains many Divine Power Domain such as chaos, evil, hatred, orcs, power, and war. Apart from the Divine Authority unique to the orc race, they are highly compatible with Keosius.
Suddenly, a bold idea surged into his mind—since he had already offended Gruumsh to death, he might as well fight to the death and take advantage of this rare opportunity to devour Gruumsh's divine power avatar! With this thought in mind, Keosius no longer hesitated, flapped his wings with all his might, and took off into the air under Dumasong's somewhat astonished gaze, chasing after the sky.
At an altitude of ten thousand meters, the crimson divine light accelerated faster and faster, revealing the face of an orc.
In order to successfully return to the Outer Plane, Gruumsh's avatar had discarded all material things, leaving only the purest spiritual body and divine power.
However, just as the space fluctuated and the barrier between worlds was about to be pierced, the Red Dragon, trailing brilliant flames, streaked across the sky like a meteor and appeared behind Gruumsh's avatar.
"Keosius! You're asking for it!"
Gruumsh's translucent face displayed a variety of emotions, including fear, anger, and panic. He wanted to use his divine power to condense a weapon to repel the pursuing Red Dragon.
But now He has transformed into a pure mixture of spirit and divine power, and His ability to influence the Material Plane is far less powerful than when He descended upon Soro.
Keosius grinned menacingly, his golden eyes flashing. "Gruumsh, when you descend into this world next time, it won't just be a clone that gets killed."
Remember—I will ensure the complete annihilation of your true form! I will wipe out this inferior race of orcs!
"Boom--"
In an instant, dark red and silver-white flames surged from his mouth. The two flames, whose natures were completely opposite, intertwined and gradually emitted a terrifying attraction like a black hole.
A mottled dragon, hundreds of meters long and made of flames, appeared in the sky—the embodiment of the Plundering Breath.
"Damn it! How dare you blaspheme a True God like this!"
"Keosius, stop now! You'll regret this. You can't withstand my wrath!"
The remaining divine power of Gruumsh roared madly, constantly resisting and struggling, but it was still unable to escape the gravitational pull of the Plundering Breath, and was eventually completely swallowed up by the "dragon".
The Chaos Fire consumed Gruumsh's divine incarnation, transforming it into chaotic and disordered divine power, and obliterating Gruumsh's mark within it.
The Order Flame then brought it to order, causing it to gradually condense into a blood-red sphere of light that could be absorbed by Keosius.
However, compared to the incarnation of Gruumsh when he first descended, the divine power within him is now less than one-tenth of what it once was.
"War, power, survival... what wonderful divine forces." Keosius grasped the blood-red orb of light with his dragon claws, his face filled with excitement.
The blood and wounds covering his body seemed insignificant compared to the satisfaction of gaining power.
Gazing at the scene in the sky, Dumasong stood there, somewhat dazed—he truly hadn't expected that the Red Dragon would be so audacious as to devour Gruumsh's clone.
Dumasong knew that this audacious Red Dragon posed a significant threat to the Dwarf, but at this moment, he also had Gruumsh, an even older and more powerful enemy.
The Red Dragon also noticed the Dwarf's gaze. He turned his head, flapped his wings, and looked directly at Dumasong.
From that gaze, Keosius could sense a complex mix of emotions, including surprise, hostility, and worry.
Keosius was not surprised by the reaction of this "temporary ally," after all, he had killed His people and captured the city under His protection just months ago.
It would be strange if Dumasong lowered his guard and became friendly because of this battle.
Keosius's lips curled into a polite smile, and he nodded slightly. "Thank you for your help, Your Highness Dumasong."
Please convey my sincerest greetings to His Your Majesty Moradin, and may He achieve final victory in this millennia-long divine war.
The Red Dragon spoke with unusual warmth, as if the Dwarf were his closest allies—and as if he had never slaughtered the Dwarf people or occupied their fortresses.
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His response was still silence.
Finally, Dumasong gave him a deep look, then braced himself with his Great Hammer hammer, his body merging into the rock strata, and that heavy aura of divine power completely disappeared into the Material Plane.
Dumasong also left the Material Plane to continue participating in the war between the pantheons, where countless Dwarf and orcs from the multiverse would fight and battle in the spatial turbulence.
For these true deities, the battles between incarnations are nothing more than a game in the fragile Material Plane.
"Roar--"
A distant roar came from the horizon, drowning out the orcs' howls and drowning out the whistling of cannons.
The fierce battle in front of the towering walls of Dragon City, or rather Avendell Dan, came to a halt. Both orc warriors and imperial soldiers stopped in unison.
Although the fighting had stopped, the expressions on the faces of these orcs were far more tense and uneasy than when they were fighting the enemy—after all, this concerned the future of their orc race.
The orcs laid down their spears, Bone Club, and stone axes, and the Imperial soldiers lowered their rifles and Rocket Launcher launchers. They all turned to look at the source of the sound—
A colossal Red Dragon appeared in the distant sky, its incredibly wide wings obscuring the sun's radiance.
"It's His Your Majesty Keosius!"
"Long live His Your Majesty Keosius! Long live the Great Red Dragon!"
Bathed in the radiant light, the imperial soldiers, their faces filled with fervor and devotion, waved their weapons and roared with thunderous cheers.
The orcs were filled with despair, their expressions were heavy, their weapons fell from their hands one after another, and some even knelt down on the ground.
Soro also awoke from his divine possession state. He looked around at the devastated battlefield and gazed at the Red Dragon that appeared in the distant sky. He was struck dumb.
He fell to his knees with a thud, muttering to himself, "It's over, everything is over."
Soro knew perfectly well that from this day forward, the future of their orc race on the Ugo Great Prairie was shattered!