Chapter 382: Luke Finally Uses His Strongest Current Titan Form!

"Huff... Huff..."

Luke remained on one knee, drawing rough breaths as the lingering pain gradually receded from his mind.

His thoughts were finally becoming clearer, although the bloodshot appearance of his eyes showed just how badly the chains had affected him.

’That was too close.’

He raised his head toward Kiki, which was still pulling the eight commanders through its crimson restraints, and felt a trace of relief.

Unfortunately, before he could properly recover, Brukha’s furious shout echoed from the other side of the clearing.

"ALL OF YOU, ATTACK!"

OHHHHMMMMM!

A tremendous influx of energy suddenly swept across the battlefield.

Luke immediately looked up, only to discover that the millions of Orcs surrounding the outpost had begun activating their ancestral techniques.

Crimson tattoos flared across their bodies, and the surrounding air became filled with strange red radiance as groups of lower-ranked warriors gathered together.

Then their bodies began forming gigantic ancestral phantoms.

The F-Rank Orcs combined first, their individual bodies becoming parts of the manifested warriors, forming limbs, torsos, and other sections through the power of the formation.

D-Rank and C-Rank warriors followed, creating their own larger and denser manifestations.

VMMMMM! RRRRRUMBLE!

The surrounding ground shook as one Orc phantom after another rose above the forest, their bodies reaching hundreds of feet in height while crimson energy flowed between the warriors sustaining them.

Within a short time, the millions of individual Orcs had been reorganized into several thousand gigantic phantoms, each radiating power comparable to B-Rank.

Their sheer height caused nearby trees to bend beneath the pressure of their movements, while sections of the surrounding ground fractured as the phantoms settled into formation.

Luke stared at the transformation, his expression gradually becoming more annoyed than frightened.

’Seriously?’

He had barely recovered from having his mind assaulted by those damned chains, and now the Orcs were bringing out yet another ridiculous technique.

’These guys really don’t know when to stop.’

However, beneath his irritation, Luke understood how dangerous the situation had become.

The ancestral phantoms had turned an army of lower-ranked warriors into a force capable of participating in a much higher-level battle, demonstrating the advantage possessed by an ancient race with a powerful inheritance.

He glanced toward Kiki, where the eight Peak B-Rank commanders were still being restrained.

Unfortunately, the crimson light covering Kiki’s chains was already beginning to weaken.

’Those chains aren’t being supplied by the formation like the ones that captured me.’

Every second that passed made the restraints slightly less stable, and Luke knew the eight commanders would eventually free themselves.

’I need to hurry.’

He turned toward the crimson dome covering the sky, trying to think of a way to escape before the full force of the Orc army reached him.

However, another wave of hostile shouts soon interrupted his thoughts.

"KILL HIM!"

"I’LL TAKE THE HERO’S HEAD!"

OHHHHMMMM!

The hundred B-Rank Orcs also activated their ancestral phantoms, each manifestation rising between fifty and one hundred and fifty feet tall.

Unlike the phantoms formed by the lower-ranked warriors, these were noticeably denser, their bodies carrying powerful auras as crimson energy flowed across their surfaces.

Soon, a hundred ancestral warriors stood before Luke, their enormous fists tightening while the surrounding army roared in anticipation.

Luke stared at them for a brief moment before finally making his decision.

’Yeah, I really need to hurry.’

He exhaled slowly, then called upon the strongest form currently available to him.

’Azrion... Nyx... Fusion!’

RUMMMMMBLE!

The moment that thought formed, the space surrounding Luke began rippling, followed by a violent pressure that spread outward from his body.

KRRRRAAAACK!

The ground beneath his feet fractured as his fifty-foot Thunder Titan physique began changing, its black, armored skin giving way to a different physical structure.

His muscles expanded, his skeletal frame lengthened, and the proportions of his body gradually shifted into a more refined and powerful build.

The transformation continued until a seventy-foot-tall Titan stood where Voltrax had been only moments earlier.

Vorthar.

The fusion of Azrion, the Atlas Titan, and Nyx, the Void Titan.

His transformed body possessed the physical foundation of an Atlas Titan, combined with the characteristics of the Void, while the surrounding space continued trembling beneath the pressure released during his transformation.

Then a golden-white radiance gathered behind his head.

OHHMMMM!

A circular halo formed from condensed Cosmic Energy slowly materialized, its luminous surface rotating as dense energy pulsed through the surrounding air.

The sudden transformation caused several charging Orc phantoms to hesitate, with some stopping long enough to examine the unfamiliar Titan standing before them.

"He’s transformed again!"

"What kind of Giant is that?!"

Unfortunately, Luke paid them no attention.

His gaze remained fixed upon the crimson dome overhead.

’First, I need to destroy that thing.’

"ATTACK!"

The hundred B-Rank Orcs finally abandoned their hesitation and charged toward him, their ancestral phantoms crossing the ruined clearing with terrifying momentum.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The ground shook beneath their movements, while the pressure from their combined auras caused loose debris to scatter across the battlefield.

All hundred phantoms converged upon Luke’s position from the northern side, raising their enormous fists as they prepared to crush him beneath a coordinated attack.

KRRRUMBLE!

However, just as the leading phantoms were closing in, the space on either side of Luke suddenly distorted.

VMMMM!

Two circular spatial ripples appeared beside his body.

From those distortions emerged two identical seventy-foot-tall Vorthar Titans, each possessing the same physique as Luke’s main body.

However, their halos were different.

The clone standing to his left possessed a rotating rainbow-colored halo, while the one standing to his right had a pitch-black halo radiating dense Void Energy.

Luke immediately divided his concentration among the three bodies, assigning twenty-five percent of his focus to each clone while retaining the remaining fifty percent for himself.

The sudden appearance of two additional Titans shocked the approaching commanders.

"CLONES?!"

"THERE ARE THREE OF HIM!"

However, this time, the Orcs didn’t abandon their attack.

"KEEP GOING! CRUSH THEM TOGETHER!"

With furious shouts, the hundred B-Rank phantoms continued their charge, bringing their fists forward in a coordinated barrage aimed directly at Luke.

BOOOOM! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The first wave of punches displaced the surrounding air, generating violent shockwaves even before reaching their target.

At that exact moment, the Vorthar clone possessing the black halo stepped forward.

He raised his right arm, spreading his fingers as though preparing to stop the entire attack with a single open palm.

Then he closed his eyes.

’Focus the Void ahead of me, not throughout my body.’

Luke repeated that thought through the clone, directing his concentration toward the space immediately in front of his extended hand.

The black halo suddenly flared.

VMMMMMMMM!

Darkness spread outward from its surface, distorting the air until the space before the clone appeared strangely stretched.

Meanwhile, the hundred fists were already descending.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Just before the first blow reached his body, the clone opened his eyes.

"Void Horizon."

OHHHHMMMM!

An almost invisible layer of Void Energy condensed directly in front of his palm, forming a spatial boundary between himself and the incoming attacks.

Then the hundred punches landed.

FWHOOOSH! FWHOOOSH! FWHOOOSH!

The impact released a series of violent air shockwaves, causing dust and loose debris to roll across the clearing.

However, the enormous fists stopped before reaching the clone.

Their movements appeared to slow almost completely, as though the remaining distance between them and the Titan had suddenly become impossible to cross.

"What?!"

Several Orc Captains stared in disbelief as their ancestral phantoms continued exerting force, yet none of their attacks managed to advance any farther.

From their perspective, a single D-Rank Hero had just stopped the combined punches of a hundred B-Rank warriors without even allowing the blows to touch his body.

However, the strange phenomenon wasn’t caused by ordinary defense.

Void Horizon had stretched the space between the attacks and Luke’s clone, forcing the fists to travel through a distance far greater than what appeared to exist before them.

While the hundred phantoms remained occupied with that invisible barrier, the second Vorthar clone stepped forward.

The rainbow-colored halo behind his head began rotating faster, its four distinct colors growing brighter as he raised his right hand toward the gathered enemies.

Then four familiar names escaped his mouth.

"Seal of Suppression"

"Seal of Silence"

"Seal of Restraint"

"Seal of Closure"

The rainbow halo immediately erupted with brilliant radiance, its four colored sections flaring as the power of Sevaroth’s Sealing Authority spread across the battlefield.

VMMMMMMMM!

Hundreds of dark-blue rings emerged from the halo, followed by countless white-gold threads, radiant golden shackles, and dark crimson eye-shaped sigils.

Each manifestation carried a different sealing effect, and as Luke’s clone extended his hand, they scattered toward the hundred B-Rank Orcs whose ancestral phantoms were still struggling against Void Horizon.

FWHIP! FWHIP! FWHIP!

The dark-blue rings reached their targets first, rapidly rotating around the Orcs’ bodies before tightening into place.

At the same time, white-gold threads wrapped around their casting points, golden shackles materialized around their wrists and ankles, and dark crimson eye-shaped sigils appeared directly over the glowing ancestral tattoos.

OHHMMMM!

"UGH! WHAT IS THIS?!"

"MY STRENGTH IS DISAPPEARING!"

The Orcs immediately began struggling, but the restraints continued tightening as their auras weakened and their movements became increasingly restricted.

Several warriors attempted to activate their bloodline powers, only to discover that the crimson tattoos responsible for sustaining their ancestral phantoms had begun losing their radiance.

"What?! MY PHANTOM!"