Ugo Great Prairie

An Imperial soldier mustered his courage and stepped forward, placing his hand in front of the orc's nose. He exclaimed in surprise, "By Keosius, they're not breathing!"

"What?! All these orcs are dead?"

"As expected of His Majesty! With just a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of orcs perished!"

The imperial soldiers watching were immediately agitated. They were astonished by the easy deaths of these orcs and shocked by the godlike power of Keosius.

Keep in mind that this is an orc legion of tens of thousands! These guys are strong, brave, and fearless. Even the Empire's elite forces would need some time to defeat them.

Before the Embers of the Burned Emperor, these orcs were like ants to be trampled upon, unable to put up any resistance, and died silently.

Paladin from the Dragon Oath Temple seized the opportunity to preach. "This is the might of His Your Majesty Keosius! Anyone who dares to offend or blaspheme will face the most severe punishment—death! Praise be to His Your Majesty Keosius! Praise be to the Great Red Dragon!" The Dragon Oath Paladin raised his flaming greatsword and shouted loudly.

"Praise be to His Your Majesty Keosius!"

"Praise be to the Great Red Dragon!"

In an instant, the surrounding imperial people knelt down in the direction of the Red Dragon, their expressions fervent and devout, their voices soaring into the sky.

Even the players were stunned, their expressions varied.

One player, his face filled with envy and his eyes burning with desire, exclaimed, "Holy crap, what kind of area-of-effect skill did Ke Ge use? One beam of light and all the orcs were wiped out!"

"Don't even think about it. It's definitely some kind of boss-exclusive skill. The damn official won't let us get it. They just want us to obediently be cannon fodder slaves."

"Could that spear be some legendary divine weapon? Could I steal it? Wouldn't that make me invincible?"

"What are you dreaming about?"

"Whether you have the ability to steal it or not is another matter. Even if you do get it, you will be guilty of Blasphemy Against the Emperor. When that happens, the Imperial Guard's Tiefling will be waiting at the Respawn Point to kill you. Just wait for the game to restart."

Some players looked pained, clearly obsessed with leveling up. "Tens of thousands of orcs were killed by NPCs just like that. What a waste! What a waste!"

Keosius gripped a crimson spear formed from divine power he had stolen from Gruumsh, slowly flapping his wings as crimson divine light surged from his body. He looked down upon the dead orcs and fanatical, devout Imperial soldiers on the ground.

As for those players who talked nonsense, he deliberately ignored them.

While manipulating divine power, Keosius could better sense the Faith Power emanating from the Imperial soldiers, and could see tiny specks of light rising from their bodies—that was faith.

War, power, victory, territory, industry. Their "knowledge" of Keosius converges and, under the influence of divinity and Divine Authority, transforms into divine power in various fields, granting Keosius unimaginable strength.

God of War, God of Power, God of Empire and Territory, God of Industry and Machinery—these Faith Power seemed to transform into golden thrones symbolizing divine authority.

It was so tempting that endless greed shone in Keosius's golden vertical pupils.

"The prospect of becoming a god is indeed a temptation that can make people lose their minds, but now is not the time," Keosius told himself.

He knew that the conditions for deification were not yet complete.

If he ascends to godhood without making adequate preparations, he will only meet a tragic end, like the "Momentary God" Karsus and the old emperor of Holy Fadlan in history.

"The most urgent task now is to eliminate the hidden dangers left behind by Fungus Lady and the Orc God."

With that thought, Keosius calmed himself down, then suddenly flapped his wings and soared nearly a hundred meters into the air amidst countless pious and fervent gazes, a majestic voice emanating from his mouth.

"These orcs are the source of the calamity. They are chaotic, bloodthirsty, and have committed serious crimes of defying me and provoking the Empire!"

In the name of Embers Emperor, I hereby grant these orcs—utter annihilation!

The voice was exceptionally majestic and grand, like a divine pronouncement or a thunderclap, echoing across the scarred wasteland.

"Your Majesty Keosius!"

"Praise be to the Great Red Dragon!"

The Imperial People on the wasteland cheered enthusiastically, delighted by their common emperor's punishment of the orcs.

In the eyes of these imperial soldiers, any nation or ethnic group that angered the Embers of the Burned Empire should be exterminated without exception! Keosius's words were not only addressed to the subjects of the Embers of the Burned Empire, but also served as a warning to those lurking in the shadows, telling them not to easily provoke the empire.

After the descent of Gruumsh's avatar, the fluctuations of divine power attracted the attention of countless forces: the messengers of the Amanata Church, the angels of the Seven Heavens, the prophetic mages of the City of Myriad Laws, the demon lords of the Baator, the legendary Ranger of the Harpers, and countless other powerful figures were secretly observing the battle. Most of them hoped that Gruumsh's avatar and Keosius would be severely injured, and if they were still just a little short, they would not hesitate to intervene in the battle and deliver the final blow.

But the final outcome was unexpected— the Embers of the Burned Emperor joined forces with his former enemy Dumasong, to fight against the enemy, causing Gruumsh to suffer a great loss.

"Damn dragon!"

"He's probably found our hiding place. Let's go!"

"That Red Dragon possesses such power! We must return immediately to report to our lord!"

Keosius looked coldly at the figures lurking in the shadows. They used various methods, such as tearing space, casting teleportation spells, disappearing into thin air, or turning into streaks of light, and vanishing in just a few seconds.

"Tsk, what a bunch of rats hiding in the gutter."

Keosius scoffed, saying that he actually had a way to wipe out these spying people, but it wasn't time to completely break ties with them yet.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Keosius spread his wings and soared through the sky, casting a huge shadow over the Ugo Great Prairie, a land covered in Gunsmoke and fire.

The crimson glow accompanied his soaring flight, rapidly enveloping the land beneath the Red Dragon.

The moment they came into contact with the blood-red light, the beastmen who were hiding in the shadows and gloating over their survival died instantly.

Meanwhile, the orc mushrooms in the shadows exploded one after another, turning the Green-skinned Orcs buried in the soil and still in the gestation stage into a pile of rotten flesh.

Besides the Red Blood Tribe that submits to Soro, many other tribes and clans of orcs hide in remote corners, relying on their own efforts and staying away from orc society.

An elderly orc hiding in the valley trembled all over, his expression extremely excited, even his wrinkles were squeezed together. "This, this is the aura of the Father God!"

I was once the clan shaman, I would never mistake him! Let us hurry and welcome the Father God!

"Long live the orcs!"

"The Father God is about to descend upon the world! We orcs are about to rise!" The orcs of that tribe brandished their spears and charged out of the valley.

But when they looked up, they were astonished to see an incredibly huge Red Dragon spreading its wings and soaring across the sky.

The old orc who called himself a shaman staggered back a few steps, muttering to himself, "How could this be? How could this be? This is clearly the Father God."

"Whoosh—"

A flash of blood swept across the valley, and more than a dozen or so orcs fell straight down, their eyes unfocused and blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

And so Keosius grasped the Blood Spear, scattering the crimson light that originally belonged to Gruumsh across the earth—but unlike that Orc God, Keosius's divine light did not grant them power, but only slaughter and death.

Like a death god descending to earth, the Red Dragon wielded its crimson divine light as a scythe, slashing and reaping the lives of the orcs.

In just a few days, Keosius flew across the entire Ugo Great Prairie, slaughtering all the orcs—whether they were hiding in the shadows or buried underground, whether they were Pure Blood Orcs or Green-skinned Orcs.

Keosius fulfilled his judgment with action, using the divine power he received from the Orc God to completely exterminate the orcs on the Ugo Great Prairie, leaving not a single one alive.

He didn't even need to worry about any escaping, because as the chief god of the Orc Pantheon, Gruumsh's power could easily kill any orc below the legendary level in the multiverse.

This was originally a product of Gruumsh to demonstrate his supreme authority, but now it is being used by Keosius to slaughter His people, which is quite ironic.

With a ripple, Lang Pu's smiling figure appeared beside Keosius: "Master, congratulations on defeating the Orc God, eliminating the Orc threat, and bringing the Ugo Great Prairie into the vast territory of the Empire."

Now, your deeds of defeating Greater God being have spread throughout the multiverse, and all beings who hear your name feel reverence and awe.

Keosius chuckled, "Alright, stop flattering me. You should know that it was just an avatar, its strength less than one percent of that Orc God's true form."

"But that is also Gruumsh. Your power has already broken through the constraints of the Material Plane and is comparable to that of True God."

After sensing the Red Dragon's somewhat impatient gaze, Lang Pu got down to business. "Perhaps it's because you've offended Gruumsh, but the Empire's caravans and expeditions in various planes have been attacked by orcs to varying degrees."

We seem to have become the common enemy of the orcs of the multiverse, just like the Elf and Dwarf; in your words, this hatred has become the factory setting.

Our experiments showed that even newborn orc infants would bite us frantically, completely losing their basic reason.

Keosius said coldly, "From the moment I decided to exterminate the orcs, I was prepared for this. In that case, go and issue a decree: Any Imperial Citizen who kills an orc shall be punished without exception!"

Lang Pu nodded quickly. "Yes, Master."

Keosius continued, "As for the Ugo Great Prairie, it is vast and sparsely populated, making it a perfect new pasture and hunting ground for the empire."

Go and relocate some of the Lizardmen and Goblin clans here, and also move some of the dragon beast pastures from Storm Highlands. You need to raise at least five hundred Terrestrial Dragon Beast here to supply the leather armor and meat needs of North of Feian Suo.

"Master, I will do my best to complete the mission and will never let you down."

As they spoke, Keosius flew dozens of miles away, and he could already see the fortress built against the mountain in the distance, the former capital of the Dwarf Avendell Dan, which is now the Dragon City.

"Aww—"

Within the Dragon City, the Wyvern excitedly raised their heads and roared, welcoming the return of their common master.

Keosius flapped his wings and landed with a thud at the very top of Blackstone Mountain, looking north over the vast land of the Ugo Great Prairie.

The Red Dragon spread its wings and said, word by word, "From this day forward, everything north of Blackstone Mountain belongs to the Embers of the Burned Empire."

The Nishrek Kingdom.

Inside that massive, imposing steel fortress, hundreds of meters high, a burly orc with only one eye sat on a throne, radiating a terrifying aura.

Within His fortress were countless orc Fighter, some toiling away, others guarding the fortress.

Outside His fortress, countless enormous battlefields are divided, where countless orcs from various Material Plane fight each other. The ultimate victor of this bloody game will be favored by Gruumsh and gain the opportunity to enter the Iron Fortress.

At this moment, Gruumsh had no interest in watching the battle; an uncontrollable rage erupted from his single eye, and his right hand gripped the blood-stained spear tightly.

Seemingly sensing the god's anger, the entire plane's sky turned blood red, dark clouds surged, thunder roared, and blood rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour.

"Keosius"

Gruumsh uttered those three words through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to devour the owner of that name alive.

In the past few days, He has felt the faith from the Prime Material Plane —or more precisely, from the Ugo Great Prairie —growing weaker and weaker until now, it has completely disappeared.

That audacious Red Dragon not only stole His incarnation, but also slaughtered His people on the Ugo Great Prairie, completely thwarting Gruumsh's plan to unleash a beast tide and create disaster.

How could He not be angry? In the anger of the god, huge, blood-red one-eyed creatures appeared in the sky of the Nishrek Kingdom, causing all things in the kingdom to be terrified.

Suddenly, another orc appeared outside the steel fortress. He too exuded the aura of a god, but he was covered in wounds and panting heavily.

"My lord, those damned Dwarf are still attacking our territory!"

I was caught completely off guard and suffered heavy losses. The enemy had over thirty legendary figures, twelve demigods, and one deity of mid-level divine power! As for their extraordinary army, it was countless!

Gruumsh narrowed his eyes. "Who is that Dwarf deity?"

The orc god hurriedly replied, "Dumasong! It's Dumasong!"

"It's that guy again!" Gruumsh angrily stood up from his throne, raised his blood-stained spear, and walked out of the divine realm.

"I will make those Dwarf pay the price!"

The corpses of Dwarf and orcs floated in the void of the Astral Plane, with severed bodies and limbs being commonplace. Golden Divine Blood even emerged, like a meteorite belt composed of flesh and blood, making the space within a radius of hundreds of miles incredibly bloody and cruel.

On a floating island comparable to a continent, countless Dwarf and orc Fighter clashed, fighting for their respective races, beliefs, and living space. The colossal figures of Dwarf and orc gods appeared behind them, facing each other from afar, releasing an immense and overwhelming pressure.

This war between the pantheons has been going on intermittently for thousands of years, with millions of Dwarf and orc followers joining in, yet no one knows when this eternal torment will end.