Chapter 383: Luke’s Clone Is Suppressing 100 B-Ranks Alone?!

One of the enormous ancestral warriors suddenly trembled, its previously solid body becoming transparent as the energy maintaining its form weakened.

Then another followed.

VMMMM! FWOOSH!

Across the northern side of the clearing, the hundred ancestral phantoms began flickering, their crimson bodies gradually collapsing as the seals interfered with the connections between the Orcs and their bloodline techniques.

Within moments, several manifestations disappeared completely, leaving their original B-Rank warriors exposed beneath the strange restraints.

"HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!"

The sudden development shocked the surrounding Orc army, since their ancestral manifestations weren’t ordinary spells that could easily be interrupted by conventional magic.

Their power originated from the bloodline techniques preserved by the Zhurkhal Tribe, and the crimson tattoos covering their bodies served as the medium through which those ancestral powers were manifested.

However, Sevaroth’s seals were specifically designed to restrict different aspects of a target’s existence, including the powers and connections responsible for maintaining supernatural abilities.

The Seal of Silence, in particular, could interfere with the manifestation of bloodline techniques, while the remaining three seals weakened, restrained, and closed the affected connections.

Consequently, as the ancestral phantoms disappeared, the four sealing effects shifted toward the Orcs’ original bodies, further restricting their movements and preventing them from immediately restoring their powers.

Even the three A-Rank leaders watching from above were startled by this unexpected development.

"HE CAN SUPPRESS OUR ANCESTRAL PHANTOMS?!" Gorzak shouted, unable to believe that the Hero possessed another ability capable of countering their tribe’s inheritance.

Kroghar’s expression also became increasingly serious, while Vradok carefully observed the rainbow-colored halo behind Luke’s clone.

He understood that the young Hero was somehow interfering with the power of their ancestral tattoos, although he couldn’t determine the exact principle behind those strange seals.

Unfortunately for Luke, suppressing a hundred B-Rank Orcs simultaneously was far from easy.

His clone’s Cosmic Heart was continuously pumping energy through its body, supplying the four seals with the power needed to maintain their effects.

Yet even with that support, the consumption was becoming difficult to sustain, especially since several of the targets had reached High B-Rank.

’This won’t last long.’

Luke could sense the pressure through his clone, but he wasn’t particularly concerned.

After all, the two clones had never been intended to defeat the entire Orc army.

Their purpose was to buy him time.

And now, he finally had enough.

"Hah..."

Luke’s main body exhaled as he looked upward toward the dark crimson dome.

While his clones continued holding back the hundred B-Rank warriors, he raised his right hand and activated the Cosmic Heart Titan’s power.

OHHHHMMMM!

A brilliant golden-white radiance suddenly spread above him, followed by the appearance of a Cosmic System containing celestial bodies of different sizes.

A blazing sun materialized at its center, surrounded by planets, moons, and asteroids, whose surfaces reflected the concentrated Cosmic Energy circulating throughout the system.

The golden-white halo behind Luke’s head immediately flared, sending additional energy into the manifestation and strengthening its stability without increasing its overall size.

VMMMMMM!

The surrounding air trembled beneath the celestial bodies’ gravitational influence, while the sunlight falling across the clearing shifted as the Cosmic System began moving into position.

Luke ignored the startled shouts coming from the Orcs below and concentrated upon the dome overhead.

He slowly drew his right arm backward, tightening his fist as his seventy-foot Titan body prepared to release an attack.

Then he muttered the name of a technique that had already demonstrated extraordinary destructive power.

"Azrion’s Unwritten Arts"

RUMMMMMBLE!

The ground beneath Luke began trembling as a dense quantity of Force gathered behind him, gradually forming the outline of an enormous Titan.

Within seconds, a spectral manifestation of Azrion appeared behind his body, its height approximately three times greater than Luke’s current seventy-foot form.

Unlike the gigantic manifestation Luke had previously produced inside the artificial trial world, this phantom was considerably smaller, but its appearance still released an intimidating physical pressure across the clearing.

The phantom copied Luke’s movements, drawing its own arm backward as the Force surrounding its body grew increasingly concentrated.

Several nearby Orcs instinctively retreated upon sensing the rising pressure.

"WHAT IS HE PREPARING NOW?!"

"STOP HIM! DON’T LET HIM COMPLETE THAT TECHNIQUE!"

Unfortunately, the hundred B-Rank warriors were still being delayed by Luke’s clones, while the remaining Orc phantoms were too far away to interrupt him immediately.

Luke raised his head and fixed his gaze upon the highest section of the crimson dome.

"First Move: Heaven’s Palm"

OHHHHMMMM!

The moment he activated the technique, the spectral Azrion behind him moved its arm forward, while an extraordinary amount of Force surged upward into the sky.

The gathered energy rapidly expanded, taking the shape of a gigantic spectral palm approximately one kilometer across.

Its five fingers stretched outward as the entire construct continued gathering Force, while the pressure generated by its appearance caused the air beneath it to distort.

The surrounding Orcs stared upward in disbelief.

"A HAND?!"

"HOW CAN THAT THING BE SO BIG?!"

Meanwhile, Luke had already begun arranging the celestial bodies of his Cosmic System along the path leading toward the dome.

The smallest asteroid moved into position at the front, followed by the remaining bodies in increasing order of size, with the blazing sun positioned behind them.

As the alignment stabilized, their combined gravitational influence began gathering along a single trajectory.

Luke tightened his fist.

’Hah... let’s see if this works.’

He drove his right arm forward, sending the gigantic Heaven’s Palm rushing toward the dome.

FWHOOOOOOOSH!

At the same time, the spectral Azrion behind him thrust its arm forward, directing the manifested palm along the trajectory of the Cosmic System.

The enormous construct entered the gravitational alignment, and the concentrated forces immediately began acting upon its extended fingers.

VMMMMMMMM!

Luke attempted to compress the open palm into a fist, just as he had previously done during his battle against the Origin Titan.

However, the current Cosmic System wasn’t powerful enough to reproduce that result.

Despite the gravitational pressure pulling against its fingers, the gigantic palm barely changed shape, and Luke quickly realized that forcing the transformation any further would only waste the limited time his clones had secured.

’Tch! Not enough gravity!’

Nevertheless, the celestial alignment still served another purpose.

The combined gravitational pull continued accelerating Heaven’s Palm, pushing it upward with increasing force as the one-kilometer construct crossed the remaining distance toward the crimson dome.

"HAAAAH!"

Luke poured additional Force into the technique, causing the spectral palm to accelerate even further.

FWHOOOOOOOOOSH!

The enormous hand tore through the air, generating violent turbulence beneath it, while the Orcs standing directly below felt a crushing pressure descend upon their bodies.

Some instinctively raised their arms to protect their heads, while others simply stared upward, unable to comprehend the scale of the attack.

Meanwhile, Emberlyn watched with growing tension from her concealed position.

’Luke...’

She could sense the extraordinary concentration of power gathering around Heaven’s Palm, and although she had already witnessed several of his unusual abilities, she hadn’t expected him to produce such a powerful attack while simultaneously controlling two clones.

The three A-Rank Orcs floating outside the dome also became more attentive, especially Vradok, who could clearly see the gigantic palm approaching their ancestral formation.

Then the attack finally landed.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Heaven’s Palm slammed directly into the upper section of the crimson dome, releasing a tremendous explosion that shook the entire formation.

The point of collision erupted with brilliant energy, while violent shockwaves spread outward beneath the barrier, crushing the air and tearing through the surrounding battlefield.

KRRRRRRRUMBLE!

The ground shook across the region as the force traveled through the atmosphere, causing nearby trees to bend violently before their trunks snapped beneath the pressure.

KRAAAK! KRRRSH! CRASH!

Branches were torn apart, shattered timber scattered through the air, and entire sections of the forest collapsed as the expanding shockwave swept across the surrounding land.

The smaller buildings inside the outpost were ripped apart, their wooden supports breaking while roofing and broken planks flew across the clearing.

Even the distant Orc formations were affected.

"AAAAARGHH!"

"THE SHOCKWAVE!"

"BRACE YOURSELVES!"

Several ancestral phantoms formed by the lower-ranked warriors were struck by the spreading force, causing their enormous bodies to stagger as cracks appeared across their crimson manifestations.

Some attempted to reinforce themselves by drawing additional energy from the dome, but the pressure was too great for the weaker formations to withstand.

BOOM! KRRRRAAAK!

One phantom shattered.

BOOOOM!

Another collapsed shortly afterward, its giant body breaking apart as the Orcs sustaining it were thrown into the destruction.

Across the surrounding battlefield, approximately ten to twenty ancestral phantoms were destroyed by the aftermath, while many others flickered violently as they struggled to maintain their forms.

"AAAHHH!"

The screams of injured and dying Orcs spread throughout the battlefield, although several voices were quickly drowned out by the continuing rumble.

Meanwhile, the crimson dome itself trembled beneath the direct impact.

Waves of energy spread across its curved surface, causing the ancient markings to flare as the formation absorbed and redistributed the force of Heaven’s Palm.

For several seconds, the entire sky appeared to ripple.

Yet despite the intensity of the attack, the dome remained intact.

Below, thick clouds of dust covered the devastated outpost, temporarily obscuring Luke and much of the surrounding army.

However, another strange phenomenon was already occurring within the destruction.

The Orcs who had died from the shockwave, particularly those of D-Rank and above, began undergoing the effects of Luke’s cultivation technique.