Chapter 388: “HOW MANY FORMS DOES THIS BASTARD HAVE?!”

OHHHHMMMM!

Golden-white Cosmic Energy gathered around his palm, forming a long, narrow celestial spear whose surface shimmered beneath the light of his Cosmic System.

Then black Void Energy began gathering around the construct.

"Cosmic Construct"

"Physical Severance"

"Energy Severance"

The three powers entered Heaven Forge, and the celestial spear immediately began changing as its physical structure, cosmic energy, and Severance Authority merged into a single forged weapon.

VMMMMMMMM!

Its previously golden-white surface darkened along several thin lines, while the surrounding air distorted beneath the concentrated energy flowing through its body.

Unlike the earlier crescent blades, this technique required considerably more control, since Luke was combining three different powers into one concentrated attack.

However, the result was far more dangerous.

Luke slowly lowered his arm, aiming the forged spear directly toward Molgar's defensive formation.

'Let's see how strong that shield really is.'

Then he threw it.

FWHIIIIIIIIISH!

The celestial spear shot forward, leaving a narrow trail of distorted air as it crossed the distance toward the defensive barrier.

Molgar immediately sensed the danger.

"BRACE!"

OHHHHMMMM!

The enormous protective barrier flared with crimson radiance as the Orc commander poured additional energy into its surface.

Then the forged spear struck.

KRRRRRAAAAAANG!

A violent shockwave erupted from the point of collision, causing the entire defensive formation to tremble as the concentrated attack attempted to penetrate its layered protection.

For an instant, Molgar successfully resisted.

However, the dark lines running along the spear suddenly spread across the barrier's surface.

SHHHHRAAAK!

The Physical Severance began cutting through its reinforced structure, while Energy Severance interfered with the crimson power maintaining the protective layers.

Cracks rapidly appeared.

"What?!"

Molgar's expression changed.

"EVERYONE, GIVE ME MORE ENERGY!"

The Shamans behind him immediately increased their output, causing the barrier to brighten as they attempted to repair the damaged sections.

Unfortunately, the spear had already penetrated too deeply.

KRRRRAAAACK!

The first defensive layer shattered.

Then the second.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The forged spear finally broke through the formation, releasing its remaining destructive force directly into the densely packed ancestral phantoms standing behind Molgar.

"AAAAARGHH!"

The leading phantoms were immediately struck, their enormous bodies breaking apart as the concentrated Severance tore through their defenses.

The resulting explosion ripped open the ground, throwing shattered stones and broken timber outward while the protective formation collapsed around its commander.

Molgar himself was blasted backward, his enormous ancestral phantom crashing through several weaker manifestations before finally striking the ground.

THAAAAAAM!

The impact sent a cloud of dust rolling across the battlefield.

"COMMANDER MOLGAR!"

Several Orcs immediately rushed toward him, only to discover that his ancestral phantom had suffered a deep wound across its chest, while his original body's left arm hung at an unnatural angle.

"UGHH!"

Molgar gritted his teeth as blood ran down his arm.

'My defense... was actually broken?'

He stared toward Luke with disbelief.

However, the Hero had already turned away, apparently more interested in the lower-ranked warriors who had been caught in the explosion.

FWHOOOSH!

Blood Essence Pills began gathering from the destroyed phantoms, their crimson light streaming across the battlefield before disappearing into Luke's body.

[5.39%]

[5.58%]

Luke looked at the increasing numbers with satisfaction.

'Good. At this rate, I might reach six percent soon.'

Unfortunately, the surviving Orcs had finally begun understanding just how dangerous his cultivation technique was.

"HE'S GETTING STRONGER!"

"EVERYONE, DON'T LET HIM KILL ANY MORE OF US!"

Their frightened shouts spread through the surrounding army, causing several formations to begin retreating despite the commands of their officers.

However, the crimson dome continued covering the entire region, preventing anyone from escaping beyond its boundaries.

Meanwhile, Luke floated above the ruined battlefield, watching the retreating phantoms with an increasingly pleased expression.

'Hah, now they're running.'

He raised his hand again, preparing to release another attack.

Unfortunately, this time the Orc commanders had no intention of allowing him to continue.

"ENOUGH!"

Brukha's furious voice echoed across the battlefield as she directed the remaining commanders toward Luke.

Gurvak, Brakka, Uzgor, Vargut, and Garzun immediately charged, while Drukon began preparing another ritual from behind them.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Their two-hundred-foot ancestral phantoms crossed the shattered terrain, kicking up clouds of dust as their combined auras pressed toward Luke.

However, instead of retreating, Luke slowly lowered his hand.

'All right, let's deal with you for a while.'

His golden-white halo flashed.

"Form Assimilation"

VMMMM!

The structure of his right forearm suddenly began changing beneath Valzareth, its muscles becoming denser as he assimilated the powerful physical characteristics of Behemor into his current Vorthar body.

At the same time, two enormous silver wings emerged from his back, carrying the aerial characteristics of Sylvarion.

FWHOOOSH!

The wings spread outward, stirring the surrounding air as Luke adjusted his position above the approaching commanders.

Brakka immediately noticed the change.

"WINGS?!"

Her expression became increasingly irritated.

"HOW MANY FORMS DOES THIS BASTARD HAVE?!"

Unfortunately, Luke had no intention of answering.

He suddenly folded his wings backward and accelerated.

BOOOOM!

His seventy-foot body shot toward Brakka, crossing the distance between them before the female commander could properly adjust her battleaxes.

"HAAH!"

Luke drove his strengthened fist directly toward her ancestral phantom's abdomen.

BAAAAAANG!

The blow struck with tremendous force, causing Brakka's two-hundred-foot body to bend forward as the impact sent a powerful shockwave through the surrounding air.

"UGGHH!"

Before she could retaliate, Luke twisted his body and delivered another punch toward her exposed side.

BOOOOOOM!

The second blow forced her enormous phantom to stagger, its feet tearing through the ground as she struggled to maintain her balance.

However, Brakka was still a Peak B-Rank commander.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME IN CLOSE COMBAT?!"

She immediately swung one of her enormous battleaxes toward Luke's neck, while the second approached from below, intending to trap him between both blades.

FWHOOOOOSH!

Luke noticed the approaching attacks and activated Void Step.

VMMMM!

His body disappeared from between the weapons, causing the two battleaxes to collide with each other.

KRRRRAAAANG!

The resulting shockwave shook the surrounding clearing.

Before Brakka could recover, Luke reappeared directly above her shoulder.

"Seal of Restraint"

Golden shackles suddenly materialized around her right wrist, tightening just as she attempted to raise her battleaxe.

"WHAT?!"

The restraint lasted only briefly against her Peak B-Rank strength, but that instant was enough.

Luke brought his right leg downward.

BAAAAAAANG!

His armored heel struck Brakka's shoulder, forcing her enormous body toward the ground as cracks spread across her ancestral manifestation.

"AAAAARGHH!"

Brakka staggered, her right arm temporarily losing strength as the combined impact damaged her shoulder.

However, Luke immediately sensed another powerful presence approaching from behind.

'Gurvak!'

The broad-shouldered commander lunged toward him with both enormous arms extended, intending to catch the seventy-foot Titan before he could retreat.

Unfortunately, Luke had already anticipated the attack.

'Void Horizon.'

VMMMM!

The space between Gurvak's hands and Luke suddenly stretched, causing the enormous fingers to close around empty air.

"What?!"

Before Gurvak could react, Luke twisted his body and drove his left fist toward the commander's exposed chest.

"Physical Severance"

SHHHHRAAAK!

A dark line appeared across the striking surface of his fist.

Then the blow landed.

BOOOOOOM!

Gurvak's ancestral phantom was thrown backward, a deep wound opening across its chest as crimson energy scattered from the damaged section.

"UGGHH!"

The enormous Orc crashed through the ruined ground, leaving a long trench behind his body before finally coming to a stop.

However, Luke didn't pursue him.

Instead, he raised his head toward the approaching lower-ranked army, where thousands of ancestral phantoms were still gathering near the northern side of the battlefield.

'Those are worth more than wasting time fighting these commanders.'

He immediately accelerated upward, spreading Sylvarion's wings as he moved above the clustered formations.

Unfortunately, Uzgor had already prepared another attack.

"YOU WON'T ESCAPE!"

FWHOOOOOSH!

A crimson spear projection shot toward Luke's back, its concentrated energy tearing through the surrounding air as it approached his exposed position.

Luke immediately turned his head.

'Tch!'

He attempted to avoid the attack, but the spear was already too close.

At that exact instant, a golden-white asteroid moved into position behind him.

BOOOOOOM!

The spear struck the celestial body, shattering it into fragments while the resulting explosion sent Luke several feet forward.

"UGHH!"

Although he avoided receiving the attack directly, the impact still caused his body to tremble beneath Valzareth.

Meanwhile, the destroyed asteroid's fragments scattered across the battlefield, their golden-white radiance gradually fading.

Uzgor immediately smiled.

"HAHA! YOU CAN'T KEEP ESCAPING FOREVER!"

Unfortunately, Luke's expression had already changed.

He looked toward the scattered fragments, and an unusual thought suddenly crossed his mind.

'Wait...'

The celestial body had existed within his presence before being destroyed.

And now, its destruction had fulfilled the condition required by another Origin Authority.

Luke slowly raised his right hand.

"Final Record"

OHHHHMMMM!

A strange, colorless radiance spread across the fragments of the destroyed asteroid, causing their movements to halt as an unfamiliar power began gathering around them.

Then the scattered pieces reversed their trajectories.

VMMMMMMMM!

Under the astonished gazes of the surrounding Orcs, the fragments began assembling in the air, their surfaces reconnecting as the destroyed celestial body was reconstructed according to its recorded state.

Within seconds, the asteroid had completely reformed.

"..."