The Record of Orc Civilization - Chapter 455: The Verdict of Annihilation

Despite having confirmed it multiple times through Leon’s memories absorbed via the Mana Demon Core, the shock still lingered in Furfur’s heart. He had never imagined that the monster species, long considered mere pests, were capable of forming an organization as powerful as Wilwatikta.

As far as he knew, Monsters were a cursed species hated by Mana. There wasn’t a single drop of Mana in their bodies. Although some possessed unique abilities like regeneration or certain immunities, they were still viewed as nothing more than insects that could be crushed with a flick of a finger.

Yet, what he had witnessed in Wilwatikta defied all his understanding. They possessed strength capable of rivaling—and even surpassing—Mana users. Even the strongest monster among them had been able to defeat Foras—Furfur’s strongest son, whose intellect was acknowledged even by Lucifer himself.

“Hmm? Ah, you are mistaken, my Nephew. Or rather, even the Monsters themselves misunderstand. They do not originate from this world,” Lucifer said, leaning back into his chair, indifferent to Furfur’s stunned expression.

“What do you mean, Uncle? Are they truly alien beings from beyond this world?”

“Precisely,” Lucifer nodded casually.

“How can you draw such a staggering conclusion?”

“Consider this… imagine you pour oil into a glass filled with water. Will the oil blend, or will they remain separate?” Lucifer countered with a question of his own.

“They would remain separate, of course. But what does that have to do with the origin of Monsters?”

“Listen. Correct, oil and water cannot bond. However, if you heat that glass, which one will evaporate first?”

As a lord of magma, fire, and heat, the answer was elementary for Furfur. “Though the oil will heat up faster, the water beneath it will reach a boil first. That water vapor will fight to break out, causing the oil above it to sputter and pop out of the glass.”

“Oh, is that what happens? Thank you for the answer,” Lucifer nodded, satisfied.

Furfur furrowed his brow, utterly perplexed. “What is the connection, Uncle? Are you likening Mana to heat, Mana Species to oil, and Monsters to water? Do you mean that when Mana is applied, the Mana Species will boil and the Monsters will pop out?”

“Ah, no. I only asked because I was curious. It has nothing to do with either species,” Lucifer replied airily.

“Ugh,” Furfur choked, lost for words and able only to glare in frustration.

“Hehehe, don’t be so serious. The point is this: in the heart of a world where every inch contains Mana, there exists a species that possesses not a single drop of it within their bodies. Their very existence seems rejected by the natural laws of this world. If they are not from beyond this world, then what other explanation is there?”

Furfur fell silent. Lucifer’s logic was blunt yet unassailable. Perhaps only Lucifer possessed the confidence to draw a conclusion so radical without a shred of doubt. For the inhabitants of this world, the horizon of the sky was the end of all things. It had never crossed their minds—not even for a figure as powerful as Furfur—that life existed out there.

“Do not be a frog in a well, my Nephew. The true sky is far vaster than what you see. And beyond that horizon lies a universe more grand than anything you could ever imagine.”

Furfur bowed his head in solemn respect, realizing his uncle had just imparted a profound lesson. “Thank you for your guidance, Uncle!” Furfur bent his back, this time much lower than before.

Lucifer smiled. He opened his desk drawer and produced a bottle containing a deep red liquid. Two exquisite glass chalices were set upon the table. “Sit,” he commanded.

Furfur complied immediately, his massive frame causing the marble chair to groan softly.

“We must never underestimate living beings or this world. Anything that exists possesses a uniqueness worth studying. Knowledge and information are the keys to assessing true reality. The more information we possess, the clearer our minds become in perceiving the truth.”

As he poured the crimson liquid, Lucifer shared his views with a calm demeanor. Furfur listened in silence, analyzing every word of his uncle’s wisdom.

“Therefore, even though you have given me the core of the matter, I still wish to hear every detail. Do not omit anything you found, no matter how trivial you deem it to be.” Lucifer’s hand, which had been swirling the glass, went still. His ruby-red eyes slowly shifted, locking onto Furfur. “Tell me everything.”

“Yes, Uncle!”

Furfur began to describe every detail he had witnessed through Leon’s eyes. He spoke of the Wilwatikta Capital, which had mutated into a terrifying underground military fortress. He described the intelligence faction led by the Asura named Swa, who could manipulate Dragon Prana into neural threads through the Vivid Dream technique. Most importantly, he detailed the massive evolution of the Orc race—nearly all of whom had become Asuras—and how Wilwatikta’s biological war machine operated with terrifying efficiency.

As Furfur spoke, the smile on Lucifer’s face gradually faded, replaced by a tightening jawline. The crystal glass in his hand began to crack, unable to withstand the pressure of his tightening grip.

Cring! The glass shattered into fragments. The red liquid spilled onto the floor, hissing as it touched the cold marble surface.

“Manipulating souls and memories… Mass evolution… Organic military facilities…” Lucifer murmured, his voice now as sharp as a freshly whetted blade.

For a long time, Lucifer was lost in thought. Furfur did not move, waiting in the heavy silence. He knew Lucifer was reconstructing the history of the monster species in his mind.

Finally, the aura in the room shifted drastically, becoming oppressive. The warmth that had filled the chamber vanished, replaced by a thick, suffocating gloom. Furfur felt a cold sweat on his brow—a phenomenon that should have been impossible for a being with a body temperature as high as lava.

The air became so heavy that Furfur had to hold his breath to keep his lungs from feeling crushed. He could not guess what had made the grand strategist look so grim. It was almost as if Furfur could smell the scent of fear radiating from the figure before him. The thought made him feel like he was hallucinating—who was capable of making Lucifer feel fear? What exactly had he seen in the memory fragments of a lowly goblin?

Lucifer stood up. His shadow lengthened, engulfing the entire room like giant wings blotting out the sky.

“To think… this is why the Daemon destroyed himselve,” Lucifer hissed coldly. “If this is allowed to continue, we will be trapped in a dire situation. Caught between a rock and a raging sea.”

Lucifer looked down at Furfur, whose knees had begun to tremble under the pressure of the aura.

“I want you to descend upon them. Crush them all. Kill every monster in existence. I do not want a single one to escape. Not the children, not the women, not anything that breathes within that kingdom. I want it all wiped out,” Lucifer decreed. His voice was a death sentence that could not be revoked.

“We will burn the Kingdom of Wilwatikta to its very roots—before my fears truly become a reality!”