Chapter 218 Beast King
The demons did not head straight to the Orc Forest at the beginning.
First the empire south of the Orc Forest, then the empire west of it.
The gap was not large, and the monsters that emerged were not many, but it was enough to make these empires, who were living a life of luxury and debauchery, panic and immediately request assistance from the Holy See and the Magic Association.
The forces of the surrounding churches and magic associations were dispersed, but there were so many empires under attack, and each one was crying and waiting for life-saving support.
The Orc Forest, which gathered a large number of the Vatican's core forces, inevitably received a text message requesting support.
Kale was always a little wary in his heart, and initially he was unwilling to leave the Orc Forest to support the surrounding areas no matter what.
But urgent requests for help kept pouring in, and the other bishops who were traveling with them went from being able to remain calm at first to being extremely anxious now.
"Bishop Kale, this is the fifth urgent message for help we have received this afternoon!" Bishop Gun whispered while holding the flickering voice stone.
A hurried voice came from the sound transmission stone, accompanied by miserable wails.
They could not see the actual scenes of the suffering empire, but they could vaguely glimpse some of the tragic situations from the mournful cries in the background.
"Bishop Kalai, what are you waiting for? If you continue to stand by and watch, all these innocent believers of the empire will be slaughtered by the monsters!"
Bishop Kale's eyes flickered slightly and he was shaken in his heart.
He had been stationed in Luo Saiqiao for ten years, and he knew better than any other bishop in the Holy See how cruel it was for ordinary people to fight against monsters.
"But this must be a conspiracy against the Orc Forest!" Bishop Kalai whispered, "Bishop Gunn, believe it or not, as soon as we leave the Orc Forest, monsters will rush out from the gap and attack the Orc Forest."
The demons are vengeful, and since they chose the Orc Forest as the first location for attack, they will definitely return to attack even if they cannot take it down for the time being.
"So you are going to give up on those believers who are struggling in desperate situations?" Bishop Gun asked repeatedly.
"Those innocent human believers who believe in the Holy See and the light of my God!"
"Your Majesty has received our message and expressed support for our support for the surrounding Holy Temple of Light."
"Bishop Carle——"
"Do you know what you are doing now? You are using the excuse of protecting the orcs from unknown dangers to let those devout and innocent human believers die in the inevitable disaster!"
Kale stood up suddenly, his voice was low and pleading.
"Then let's split into two teams. At least let me stay in the Orc Forest. The Orc Forest cannot be without the Church stationed there. This is also the meaning of light..."
Bishop Gunn looked at him deeply and said, "Your Majesty may have foreseen this day, so he stopped you from coming to the Orc Forest."
"Kalai, you have failed His Majesty's high hopes."
No matter what Gun and Kale thought, the Vatican's team still went to the two ends.
Bishop Gunn took most of the people away, leaving less than one-tenth of the knight monks in the Orc Forest.
Six o'clock in the evening.
Three hours after Gunn led the team away.
The sun sets in the west and monsters are approaching.
The gaps suddenly increased in size, and they were of various sizes, hanging densely like wormholes above the Orc Forest. Just one glance made it difficult to breathe.
Hundreds and thousands of magical beasts poured out from the gap, forming a huge group like a dark cloud, covering most of the sky without leaving any room, and even swallowing up the afterglow of the setting sun.
In this horribly spreading darkness, the sounds of the forest were rapidly drowned out.
Paso and several orc elders were stationed on the crown of the tallest tree in the Orc Forest.
Perhaps it was because they were so pessimistic that it no longer showed on the surface, and there were no obvious emotions on the faces of the orcs.
"...As soon as there was movement in the gap, Bishop Kale sent a message to the departing team." The orc elder threw out the dark green magic power, turned his head and shouted at Paso.
Paso did not answer, only focusing on the chaotic battlefield in front of him.
They all knew that if the Warcraft demons launched an all-out attack, the already severely damaged orcs would have basically no hope of surviving the three hours of waiting for rescue.
The Vatican's main force had been gone for three full hours.
These last three hours may be the dark moment when the orcs are completely destroyed.
They were standing in the place with the best view in the entire Orc Forest. They were the first line of confrontation at the gap and had the best perspective to view the entire battle situation below.
On the one hand, Paso had to deal with most of the monsters that emerged, and on the other hand, he had to intervene in the underground areas where monsters were rampant from time to time. It goes without saying that the pressure he was under was self-evident.
The ninth level should be one of the top forces in the entire Isaiah continent, and the depth and breadth of its magic power is unquestionable.
But Paso had to exhaust all his magic power in this endless tide of monsters.
The corpses of Warcraft piled up into mountains, and the death toll far exceeded that of the orcs.
But it's no use.
The monsters are still pouring in, and the dense gaps on the horizon are connected to the abyss and the despair of the orcs.
For the first time, Paso was thankful that he had shown mercy to Thor's men before, which accidentally saved the last spark of the Orcs.
God of Beasts, if destruction today is the fate of the orcs—
No, he would never accept such a fate!
Paso shouted loudly, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out the remaining magic power in his body to charge forward.
Another group of monsters fell in front of him, and the smelly black blood splashed on his eyelashes and blurred his vision.
Half of his angular face was covered in dark blood - almost all of it was the blood of the Warcraft, but perhaps a small part was from his fellow orcs.
So Paso reached out his hand and wiped his face hastily, allowing the blood on his face to blend into one, making him look like a devil.
When his vision regained clarity, he saw that the number of Warcraft and demons pouring out of the gap had been reduced by more than half.
Paso heard the elder behind him exclaiming with joy.
"Look, are there fewer monsters?!"
These words lifted the spirits of the remaining orcs.
"Yes! Are we finally going to kill all the damn monsters? I said, even the monsters from the abyss cannot be endless!" another great elder echoed.
Amidst the joy, Paso still kept his eyes fixed on the monsters that kept pouring out.
He hoped this was true more than anyone else, but because of this, he could not take it lightly.
There was more and more blood on Paso's body, and a lot of it was his own.
The excessive use of magic power caused him irreversible damage, and every breath he took was filled with a burning pain.
He tasted his own blood.
The entire fluid in the mouth was replaced by blood.
But he couldn't stop.
The more monsters he killed, the fewer orcs his subordinates would have to face and die.
In these few short days, too many orcs have died.
The life of every remaining orc is extremely precious.
Paso numbly repeated his attacking movements, watching as the number of Orcs and Demons in the Orc Forest dwindled.
The orcs below seemed to have seen hope. Even if they were knocked down, they stood up again with roars, and attacked the monsters in front of them with bloodshot eyes.
“Brothers, charge! I think I can see the sunlight in the sky! Victory is right before our eyes…”
“Kill these self-righteous monsters! Orcs are not someone they can treat with contempt!!”
“Go!”
"For the beastmen!!"
"For the Orcs—"
The roars grew louder and louder, and even began to drown out the sounds of the monsters.
The orcs, the masters of this forest, have made their voices heard again with countless blood and sacrifices. At the critical moment of life and death, they have erupted with astonishingly great power.
Use limited casualties to resist unlimited terrifying monsters!
This is a hymn to the strength and courage of the Orcs, and it deserves to be called a miracle.
If a miracle really happens in the end——
Paso stared at the gap from which no more monsters were pouring out.
Did they succeed?
Did they really succeed?!
Paso's eyes began to darken uncontrollably, and the huge backlash made it difficult for him to even stand in mid-air.
——He can't fall down yet.
Paso clenched his fists and pinched his palms hard. The pain from his palms made his mind clear again, but the next moment the feeling of dizziness would come again irresistibly.
He could only repeat his own means of harm to gain a brief moment of clarity.
In the vision that was alternating between light and darkness, Paso saw that the gap in the air suddenly and rapidly condensed together to form a huge gap.
He could no longer hear the orcs' cheers of joy.
Because the voices of the orcs below suddenly stopped when the gap merged, the joy of surviving the disaster was ridiculously suspended in the air, stuck by the huge gap and unable to land on the ground.
The surviving orcs stared blankly at the dark, huge, ominous and terrifying gap.
Dead silence!
Paso heard the desperate voice of the elder beside him whose arm was broken.
He said: "God of Beasts, is today really the day when my race is destined to die?"
Even though they have created a great history worthy of being recorded in the annals of history, even though they have tried their best to fight for that glimmer of survival, they have only delayed the time of destruction and still cannot overturn the outcome of genocide.
If the Orc Forest is destroyed, how miserable will the few surviving orcs be in this continent?
At this moment, all the orcs and humans focused their attention on the huge gap.
The monster that covered the sky had disappeared, but at this time the sun had completely disappeared below the horizon. Even if the obstruction disappeared, there would be no light.
The last ray of daylight disappeared.
The dim twilight was replaced by darkness, and three demon kings of the abyss descended upon the Isaiah continent from a huge gap.
"Hey? So quiet, are they lining up to welcome us?" The leading abyss monster crossed his arms and licked his exposed fangs eagerly.
"Not bad, not bad. It's worth it that we wasted so many magical beasts to be able to drag the mighty Beast King to this state of exhaustion."
"Isn't it!" The other demon king beside him nodded happily, "This is the rations accumulated from several Red Waves. I'm a little reluctant to give it away!"
"Since you have killed all our food, you should become our food instead of them, hahaha!"
“Pah—”
The leading Abyss Lord glanced at the orcs and snapped his fingers with great ease.
Countless piled up corpses of monsters caught fire, instantly illuminating the entire dark orc forest.
In the blazing fire, Paso's face, bathed in orc blood, was extremely cold and hard.
His eyes were fixed on the three demon kings, as if he had already made up his mind, and the last trace of hesitation and cowardice was gone.
Orc.
When he took over this heavy burden from his brother who died unexpectedly, many things were already destined.
He is Paso.
He is Paso Aparri, the eternal king of the orcs.
The author has something to say:
He is Paso.
He is Paso Aparri, the eternal king of the orcs.
Look up at the sky, put away the lunch box, pat your head, and see you in the extra chapter of Little Wolf.
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