Chapter 829 - Beast God Temple
Chapter 829 Beast God Temple
The orc berserker was slaughtering in a frenzy.
His mouth widened to reveal a wicked and contorted smile, not unlike that of a beast. The arms waving his axes had become much thicker, and his swelling muscles continued to squirm as the thick blood vessels beneath the skin twisted and turned.
A brutal yet explosive power started to surge wildly through his body with the blessing of some divine power. His mind was quickly washed of all rationality. He only wished to slaughter his way into the crowd and destroy everything that he did not like.
The silhouette of an orc raising a warhammer and shouting at the sky could be seen on the orc berserker’s now enlarged back. It was just like the image on the tribal flag.
The already ferocious orc warrior became even more unstoppable after obtaining the blessing of divine power!
His bare feet thudded against the ground with every step, leaving cracks and craters in the earth. The axes in his hands moved with every step. Not a single magical machine could endure the attacks of the Third Grade orc berserker and the terrifying slicing ability of those odd ripples.
In all honesty, the ripples the orc berserker was sending out weren’t a strange magical ability. It wasn’t a knight battle technique created with the combination of life energy either. Instead, it was pure, violent strength!
The large and ferocious body of the Third Grade thunder dragon was particularly eye-catching amid the charging machines.
Upon seeing this high-grade magical creature that should only exist in legends, the orc berserker’s frenzied will paused for a moment. His irrational mind showed signs of turning back in the face of the oppressive dragon’s aura of might.
However, the effect of the orcs’ barbaric and violent soul origin caused the orc berserker to remain enraged.
He roared furiously at the Third Grade thunder dragon before commencing a death charge toward Arms.
The battle finally concluded after thirty minutes.
As expected, the orc remnants were beaten down by the magical machines with many, many casualties. Once the final orc warrior standing before the temple was defeated, the battle concluded.
When Greem’s blazing body appeared before the temple doors, three frail and skinny orc shamans stepped into his path, shivering in fright.
A 1.8-meter tall orc shaman might be reasonably tall for a human, but they were as small as dwarves before giants when facing off against a six-meter tall fire humanoid.
Greem lowered his head, his bright-yellow burning eyes staring at the orc shamans in front of him. He spoke sarcastically with a loud and prideful voice, “A Second Grade and two First Grades; what is it? Do you intend to stop me with your puny bodies?”
The one day and night of praying had exhausted all the stamina and Spirit of the three orc shamans, but what truly made them despair was their inability to contact the great Beast God. It was almost as if they had been interrupted by some potent interference. They had already lost the necessary connection with the main temple in Pompes, let alone communicating with the great Beast God Aruger.
Without the blessing of the Beast God, the orc warriors’ strength in battle had regressed immensely. If it weren’t for the Beast God temple having stored a bit of faith power before the fighting, it probably would have collapsed in the fierce bombardment earlier.
Now, the only Third Grade orc berserk in the city lay in a puddle of blood. The Third Grade thunder dragon that had fought with it was covered in wounds as well, but it was recovering quickly with the careful treatment of the adepts. The other orcs had either died in battle or were maimed beyond recovery; they could no longer help defend the temple.
At this moment, the three of these old and weakly orc shamans were the only ones in Makren City who could stop the enemy from advancing!
“Evil invaders. As long as you leave this place, we can choose not to pursue your past misdeeds.” An orc shaman, as skinny and frail as an elderly human, shouted with all his strength.
Purple and black spots that came from aging covered his bony body. Just these few words had left him gasping for breath. The noise from his chest was like a squeaking old bellow.
One could tell that he wasn’t far from death just by looking at him.
However, the pride and glory of the orcs that surged through his body kept him standing before the flame giant, stopping the monster from walking forward with his own frail body.
“Pursue? Hahaha,” Greem laughed out loud as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world, “You might not have heard this clearly earlier, so I will tell you again. We aren’t here to invade your people.
“We are here to destroy this plane!”
As Greem’s loud voice rang in the hall, his blazing magma hand smashed downward.