Chapter 389: Final Record—The Power to Reverse Destruction!

Uzgor stared at the restored celestial body.

"What...?"

Even the three A-Rank Orc leaders watching from above became visibly startled.

"HE CAN RESTORE DESTROYED THINGS?!" Gorzak shouted.

Unfortunately, Luke had no intention of explaining the Epitaph Titan's Authority.

He was already feeling the considerable energy expenditure required to restore the asteroid, and although the ability had succeeded, repeatedly using such a technique during a battle of this scale would place an unnecessary burden upon his Origin.

'Good. At least it worked.'

He smiled before directing the restored asteroid toward the clustered lower-ranked Orc phantoms.

FWHOOOOOSH!

The celestial body accelerated, leaving a brilliant golden-white trail through the air as it descended toward the tightly gathered formations.

"WHAT?!"

"IT'S COMING TOWARD US!"

Several phantoms attempted to retreat, but the asteroid had already crossed the distance.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The restored celestial body struck the center of the gathered Orcs, releasing a violent explosion that tore through several ancestral phantoms and caused the surrounding ground to collapse.

KRRRRAAAACK!

Deep fractures spread outward as the impact threw broken stones and shattered earth into the air, while the phantoms caught directly beneath it were crushed before they could properly defend themselves.

"AAAAAAAAARGHH!"

Their screams echoed across the battlefield as another section of the Orc army was destroyed.

However, Luke was already preparing his next attack.

His wings spread fully, and the golden-white halo behind his head began rotating faster as he gathered additional Cosmic Energy.

'Now, let's make this worth the trouble.'

"Heaven Forge"

OHHHHMMMM!

A brilliant radiance gathered around Luke's right fist as he began combining the concentrated force of Azrion with Caelith's Cosmic Energy.

Then Nyx's Authority of Severance entered the forming technique.

"Cosmic Punch"

"Physical Severance"

"Energy Severance"

VMMMMMMMM!

The three powers merged within Heaven Forge, causing the energy surrounding Luke's fist to compress into a single, tightly concentrated attack.

Black lines spread across the golden-white radiance, while the surrounding air distorted beneath the pressure released by the newly forged technique.

Unlike Heaven's Palm, the attack was concentrated into Luke's own fist, making it far more suitable for striking individual targets.

He looked toward Garzun, whose enormous ancestral phantom was rapidly approaching with its shield raised.

'Perfect timing.'

Garzun immediately noticed Luke's attention.

"COME ON, YOU DAMNED HERO! I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT A REAL DEFENSE LOOKS LIKE!"

He raised his enormous shield, pouring Peak B-Rank ancestral energy into its surface until crimson markings spread across the entire structure.

Then he charged forward.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

His two-hundred-foot phantom accelerated across the shattered battlefield, preparing to crush Luke beneath the reinforced shield.

Unfortunately, Luke had already begun moving.

FWHOOOOOSH!

His silver wings swept backward as he shot toward Garzun, bringing his right fist forward while the forged energy surrounding it continued intensifying.

Garzun immediately positioned his shield directly in front of his body.

"COME!"

Luke smiled.

"HAAAH!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The forged punch collided with the enormous ancestral shield, releasing a tremendous explosion that caused the surrounding air to tremble.

For an instant, Garzun successfully resisted.

However, the golden-white energy surrounding Luke's fist suddenly spread across the shield's surface, while thin black lines began cutting through its reinforced structure.

KRRRRRAAAACK!

The shield cracked.

"What?!"

Garzun immediately attempted to retreat, but Luke continued pressing forward, pouring additional force into his fist.

"BREAK!"

KRRRRRRAAAAAAACK!

The shield shattered directly beneath the attack.

BOOOOOOM!

The remaining force struck Garzun's chest, sending his enormous ancestral phantom flying backward as a deep wound opened across its torso.

"AAAAARGHH!"

His two-hundred-foot body crashed into the ground, tearing a long trench through the fractured earth before finally stopping near the remains of the outpost's outer wall.

THAAAAAAM!

Blood spilled from Garzun's mouth as his original body suffered the backlash from the damaged ancestral manifestation.

However, Luke didn't continue attacking him.

Instead, he turned toward the surrounding army.

'These commanders are troublesome, but they're still only eight.'

He glanced toward his two clones, which were continuing to occupy the remaining B-Rank warriors.

Then his gaze returned to the millions of lower-ranked Orcs trapped inside the dome.

'And there are still so many of them.'

A broad smile appeared on his face.

Unfortunately, that expression immediately attracted the attention of several nearby Orcs.

"HE'S SMILING AGAIN!"

"EVERYONE, GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

Their frightened shouts spread across the surrounding formations, but Luke had already raised both hands.

"Azrion's Unwritten Arts"

OHHHHMMMM!

A gigantic spectral manifestation of Azrion gradually appeared behind his seventy-foot body, while dense Force gathered in the sky above the western side of the battlefield.

Several Orcs immediately recognized the technique.

"THE HAND!"

"HE'S SUMMONING THAT DAMNED HAND AGAIN!"

Unfortunately, Luke had no intention of allowing them enough time to escape.

"First Move: Heaven's Palm"

FWHOOOOOOOSH!

A gigantic spectral hand approximately one kilometer across materialized above the crowded formations.

However, this time Luke also activated Cosmic Lock, directing the gravitational influence of his celestial bodies toward the targeted region.

OHHHHMMMM!

The enormous ancestral phantoms immediately staggered as the concentrated pressure descended upon their bodies, making it difficult for them to move away from the incoming attack.

"RUN!"

"WE CAN'T MOVE!"

Luke brought his hand downward.

"HAAAH!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Heaven's Palm crashed into the gathered phantoms, releasing another destructive explosion that swallowed a broad section of the battlefield.

KRRRRRRAAAACK!

The ground collapsed beneath the impact, and enormous quantities of earth were thrown outward as the spectral hand crushed the ancestral manifestations caught beneath it.

Several phantoms attempted to resist, but the combined gravitational pressure and physical Force proved too much for their temporary B-Rank-level bodies.

BOOM! BOOOM! KRRRRAAAK!

One after another, the gigantic manifestations shattered, while the warriors sustaining them were caught within the destruction.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Their agonized cries spread across the battlefield, accompanied by the thunderous sound of collapsing earth and shattered ancestral bodies.

Meanwhile, Luke's cultivation technique immediately began gathering the remains of the fallen Orcs.

FWHOOOSH!

Crimson radiance spread across the devastated region as blood and fragments of flesh emerged from the surrounding space, briefly reconstructing the dead before compressing their remains into Blood Essence Pills.

Thousands of crimson lights gathered together, forming streams that rushed toward Luke's main body.

[DING!]

[Eternal Titan Zero — Body Reconstruction Progress]

[5.73%]

[5.89%]

[6.04%]

Luke stared at the numbers, his smile widening as the final percentage appeared.

'Finally, six percent!'

After spending more than a month destroying outposts for relatively little progress, he had finally found an opportunity to accumulate Blood Essence at a satisfying rate.

Unfortunately for the Zhurkhal Tribe, the very formation intended to trap and kill him had now become the reason their warriors were unable to escape his attacks.

The crimson dome continued covering the battlefield, preventing the surviving Orcs from fleeing beyond its boundaries, while the enormous ancestral phantoms they had created made themselves convenient targets for Luke's destructive techniques.

Even the eight Peak B-Rank commanders were struggling to interrupt him, since his two clones continued interfering with their movements while his main body freely shifted between different Titan Authorities.

High above the battlefield, Gorzak slowly lowered his gaze toward the devastated sections of the Orc army.

His earlier excitement had completely disappeared.

"Vradok..."

The Great Shaman remained silent.

"Tell me something."

Gorzak pointed toward Luke's distant figure, which was floating above the ruined battlefield while the two Vorthar clones continued fighting below.

"WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE'RE THE ONES WHO WALKED INTO A TRAP?!"

"..."

Kroghar didn't immediately answer.

Across the battlefield, thousands of ancestral phantoms had already been destroyed, while several Peak B-Rank commanders were injured and the hundred remaining B-Rank warriors were struggling to overcome only two clones.

Meanwhile, the Hero responsible for all this destruction continued looking toward the surviving Orc army with obvious interest.

Vradok's expression became increasingly dark.

For the first time, the Great Shaman began feeling that he had seriously underestimated the danger posed by this particular Hero.

However, what disturbed him most was the increasing frequency of those strange crimson pills.

Every time Luke killed more Orcs, the crimson lights gathered toward his body, and the Hero's aura seemed to become slightly more stable afterward.

'He's using our warriors to cultivate...'

Vradok finally understood what was happening.

Unfortunately, that realization came far too late.

Meanwhile, Luke floated above the battlefield, his silver wings spread behind his seventy-foot Vorthar body while the golden-white halo continued rotating.

Below him, the surviving Orcs had begun retreating in different directions, desperately attempting to avoid the area directly beneath his position.

However, the crimson dome remained intact.

Luke slowly raised his head toward the barrier.

Then he looked back toward the army.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

'Since they won't let me leave...'

He raised his right hand, causing golden-white Cosmic Energy to gather around his palm while black Void Energy began appearing along its edges.

'...I might as well make the most of this opportunity.'

OHHHHMMMM!

The celestial bodies above him began moving once again.

At the same time, his two clones turned toward the remaining B-Rank commanders, their black and rainbow-colored halos flaring as they prepared another combination of Titan Authorities.

Seeing the familiar signs of another attack, several nearby Orcs immediately began shouting in terror.

"HE'S PREPARING ANOTHER TECHNIQUE!"

"COMMANDERS! STOP HIM!"

"WE CAN'T KEEP FIGHTING THIS MONSTER!"

Unfortunately, Luke merely looked down upon them and said.

"Playtime's over."

Luke's voice echoed across the devastated battlefield, carrying none of the amusement he had shown while hunting the lower-ranked Orcs, as his gaze shifted from the retreating army toward the crimson dome still covering the sky.