Chapter 386: The Anvil Titan’s Origin Authority Enters Battle!

OHHHHMMMM!

Eight Peak B-Rank auras erupted across the ruined battlefield as the Orc commanders began gathering their strongest attacks, causing the surrounding air to tremble while crimson energy surged through their two-hundred-foot ancestral phantoms.

Gurvak stood at the front, his muscular phantom clenching both fists as dense ancestral energy gathered around his arms, while Brakka raised her enormous battleaxes, their blades growing increasingly brighter beneath the crimson dome.

Beside them, Uzgor positioned his spear for a powerful thrust, whereas Drukon began chanting an ancient incantation, sending strange markings from his staff into the weapons of the remaining commanders.

"Don’t give him another opportunity to escape!" Brukha shouted, raising her weapon toward Luke. "Everyone, release your attacks together, and make sure you don’t leave him enough space to use that damned teleportation!"

The other commanders immediately responded, their combined pressure continuing to increase as the energy gathering around their weapons became increasingly unstable.

Meanwhile, Luke remained floating above the devastated clearing, his seventy-foot Vorthar body covered in Valzareth Armor, while the golden-white halo behind his head rotated steadily.

Below him, the black-halo clone had already returned to his side, while the rainbow-halo clone was still struggling to maintain Sevaroth’s seals upon the hundred B-Rank Orcs.

’They’re finally cooperating.’

Luke glanced at the eight commanders before raising his head toward the crimson dome, whose ancient markings continued circulating across the sky.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

’Since they’re so eager to attack me, why don’t I let them help?’

He immediately sent a thought toward his black-halo clone, which responded by raising its right hand.

"Void Horizon."

VMMMMMMMM!

An invisible spatial distortion spread across the air in front of Luke, gradually stretching the distance between him and the approaching commanders.

However, rather than using the technique solely for defense, the clone positioned the distorted region along the path of their incoming attacks, giving Luke enough time to prepare his next movement.

Below, Drukon finally completed his incantation.

"NOW!"

Brukha’s furious shout echoed across the battlefield.

BOOOOM!

Gurvak released a gigantic ancestral fist formed from concentrated physical energy, while Brakka crossed her battleaxes and unleashed two crimson slashes that tore through the surrounding air.

Uzgor thrust his spear forward, sending a concentrated spear projection toward Luke, whereas Drukon’s ritual energy accompanied the attacks, strengthening their destructive force.

The remaining commanders released their techniques almost simultaneously, producing a combined wave of energy that swept across the ruined clearing.

FWHOOOOOOOSH!

The attacks approached Luke from several directions, their overlapping pressure crushing the air as they converged upon his position.

Several nearby Orcs hurriedly retreated, unwilling to be caught in the destructive force released by their own commanders.

"HE’S FINISHED!"

"THERE’S NO WAY HE CAN SURVIVE THAT!"

However, Luke’s expression remained surprisingly calm.

’Almost...’

He waited until the leading attacks entered the distorted region created by Void Horizon, watching their speed decrease as the stretched space delayed their advance.

Unfortunately, the technique was already trembling beneath their combined strength.

KRRRRUMBLE!

Dark ripples spread across the invisible spatial boundary, while the black halo behind his clone began releasing increasingly intense Void Energy.

’Now!’

Luke activated Void Step.

FWHOOOSH!

His seventy-foot body disappeared from its original position, reappearing several hundred feet higher and closer to the upper section of the crimson dome.

The black-halo clone followed immediately, abandoning the distorted region just before the eight attacks finally broke through.

BOOOOOOM!

With nothing remaining to stop their advance, the combined techniques continued along their original trajectory and struck the inner surface of the dome.

KRRRRRRRUMBLE!

A violent explosion spread across the crimson barrier, causing the ancient markings around the impact point to flare as the formation struggled to disperse the concentrated energy.

The dome remained intact, but the collision released a destructive shockwave into the surrounding region, throwing several nearby ancestral phantoms backward as the pressure swept across the battlefield.

"AAAAARGHH!"

"GET DOWN!"

The nearest Orcs hurriedly raised their weapons or activated defensive techniques, while several weaker phantoms flickered as the shockwave passed through their bodies.

Unfortunately, Luke had never expected the combined attack to destroy the dome.

He merely needed the commanders to waste their strongest techniques while providing him another opportunity to attack the army below.

’Thanks for the help.’

He immediately looked toward the eastern side of the battlefield, where hundreds of ancestral phantoms formed from lower-ranked Orcs were preparing to advance.

Then he raised his right hand.

"Heaven Forge"

OHHHHMMMM!

An unusual radiance gathered around Luke’s palm as the Origin Authority belonging to the Anvil Titan awakened, causing the surrounding space to tremble beneath the energy he began gathering.

Within that radiance, two different powers appeared.

One was the golden-white Cosmic Energy belonging to Caelith, which rapidly condensed into several elongated celestial constructs, while the other was the darkness of Nyx’s Authority of Severance.

"Cosmic Construct"

"Physical Severance"

The two abilities entered Heaven Forge, where their energies began merging into a single structure rather than remaining as separate techniques.

VMMMMMMMM!

The golden-white constructs gradually darkened along their edges, forming several gigantic crescent-shaped blades whose surfaces carried the concentrated properties of both Cosmic matter and Physical Severance.

Their appearance caused the surrounding air to ripple, while thin black lines appeared wherever their edges passed through space.

Luke looked toward the clustered ancestral phantoms below.

’Let’s see how these perform.’

He swept his hand sideways.

FWHIIIIIIIIISH!

The celestial blades immediately shot toward the eastern army, traveling in a broad arc that brought them directly into contact with the first line of gigantic Orc phantoms.

"INCOMING ATTACK!"

"RAISE YOUR DEFENSES!"

Several phantoms crossed their arms and gathered crimson energy around their bodies, preparing to withstand what appeared to be another ordinary ranged technique.

Unfortunately, the first celestial blade struck before they could complete their defenses.

SHHHRRRAAAK!

A thin black line passed through the nearest phantom’s raised arms, severing the manifested flesh and bone before continuing directly through its torso.

For an instant, the enormous ancestral warrior remained standing.

Then its upper body slipped sideways.

KRRRRAAAACK!

The severed phantom collapsed, its crimson manifestation breaking apart as the Orcs sustaining it were struck by the remaining destructive energy.

"AAAAARGHH!"

The second celestial blade arrived almost immediately, cutting through another group of ancestral phantoms before striking the ground behind them.

BOOOOOOM!

A deep trench opened across the battlefield as the attack continued forward, tearing through earth, broken trees, and several smaller formations caught along its path.

The remaining blades spread across different sections of the army, their black-edged surfaces carving through the gigantic manifestations with terrifying efficiency.

SHRRRRAAAK! KRRRSH! BOOOOM!

Within seconds, several lines of ancestral phantoms were cut apart, while the ground beneath them became covered in deep, intersecting trenches.

Some Orcs attempted to strengthen their defenses through their ancestral tattoos, but the Severance carried by the forged blades continued cutting through the physical structures they manifested.

"WHAT KIND OF WEAPON IS THAT?!"

"OUR ANCESTRAL BODIES ARE BEING CUT APART!"

The surrounding warriors immediately began retreating, although the crowded arrangement of their formations made escaping the attack extremely difficult.

Meanwhile, Luke watched the destruction with obvious satisfaction.

’Oh, that’s good.’

The technique had consumed a considerable amount of energy, but compared to repeatedly summoning Heaven’s Palm, its ability to cut through several enemies along a single trajectory made it particularly useful against tightly packed formations.

More importantly, the destruction immediately produced the result he wanted.

FWHOOOSH!

Blood and fragments of flesh began gathering from the devastated sections of the battlefield, reconstructing the slain Orcs for an instant before compressing their remains into Blood Essence Pills.

"AAAAAAAHHH!"

The agonized screams spread across the surrounding region, causing several surviving warriors to stagger backward as they witnessed their fallen companions being converted into cultivation resources.

Streams of crimson light flew toward Luke, disappearing into his body while the System displayed the resulting progress.

[4.92%]

[5.07%]

[5.21%]

Luke glanced toward the numbers.

’Finally crossed five percent.’

A pleased smile appeared on his face as he turned toward another densely gathered section of the Orc army.

Unfortunately, the eight commanders had finally recovered from the failure of their combined attack.

"YOU DAMNED MONSTER!"

Gurvak roared furiously upon seeing the destruction caused by Luke’s celestial blades, while Brukha immediately began ordering the surviving warriors to separate their formations.

"SPREAD OUT! DON’T LET HIM STRIKE SO MANY OF YOU AT ONCE!"

However, before her orders could reach the distant troops, Luke had already disappeared.

FWHOOOSH!

A dark spatial ripple opened above the northern side of the battlefield.

Then the seventy-foot Vorthar appeared directly above a group of ancestral phantoms, his right hand already gathering another concentration of Cosmic Energy.

"Cosmic Lock."

OHHHHMMMM!

The celestial bodies within Luke’s Cosmic System immediately shifted, aligning their gravitational influence toward the clustered phantoms below.

Within seconds, an intense gravitational pressure descended upon the targeted region, causing the enormous Orc bodies to stagger as the ground beneath their feet began sinking.

KRRRRRUMBLE!

"UGGHH!"

"WE CAN’T MOVE!"

Several phantoms attempted to raise their weapons, but the concentrated gravitational force made even moving their arms increasingly difficult.

Unfortunately for them, Luke wasn’t finished.

"Seal of Restraint"

The golden-white halo behind his head briefly flashed with Sevaroth’s sealing energy, and several radiant shackles materialized around the nearest phantoms’ limbs.

Although the seals couldn’t completely immobilize so many B-Rank-level manifestations, their additional restrictions disrupted the movements of the strongest targets long enough for Cosmic Lock to concentrate its pressure.

Luke smiled.

’Good. Now stay there.’