Chapter 109: The Crimson Eye

The battlefield erupted with heat and destruction, as the brutal clash between Vorgath , Biggie, and the Lizard raged on without a single moment to breathe.

The broadsword slammed against Biggie’s twin axes once more. Sparks showered into the air, and the metallic impact echoed like a cracking boulder.

"So, did your new master give you that power? He seems like quite an interesting fellow."

Vorgath was fully aware that the physical strength of the black warbeast before him had shifted terrifyingly.

This was not merely an increase in muscle power; a strange kinetic dynamic enveloped his frame. Whenever Biggie moved, he did not lose momentum or speed upon changing direction; rather, kinetic energy accumulated and multiplied with every step.

It should have been impossible, especially for someone with such a massive frame. And yet, the figure before him was doing it with terrifying ease.

It was all thanks to Biggie’s new Law, which worked within his body like a roaring engine, constantly driving his immense momentum forward.

Exploiting his body’s weight and his innate ability to manipulate gravity around himself, Biggie surged forward. When Vorgath parried his initial axe strike, Biggie did not recoil back as ordinary physics dictated.

Instead, gravity warped beneath his boots in a split second, redirecting his entire momentum without sacrificing a single gram of speed, sweeping his second axe in a lightning-fast arc toward Vorgath’s flank.

"What kind of movement is this?!"

Vorgath’s eyes widened. He leaned his massive frame backward at the very last moment, allowing the axe blade to graze his armor, leaving a searing streak of sparks and metal fragments.

Vorgath’s feet skidded back across the frozen dirt, but before he could catch his balance, the earth ruptured beneath his feet.

Orange veins glowed along Zarvok’s scaled body, and a surging sea of molten magma swept across the area where the commander stood.

The atmospheric heat spiked to suffocating levels, blending volcanic steam with the harsh chill drifting from the forest edges.

Vorgath remained unbothered. He plunged his broadsword into the earth, channeling a dense crimson aura through the steel. The incoming magma cleaved in two under the sheer pressure of his strike, parting the liquid fire harmlessly past both his sides.

But Biggie granted him no quarter to breathe. The teal and green markings across his massive body ignited with brilliant light, his muscle mass bulging as his density surged, his hide hardening into what resembled obsidian armor.

Biggie lunged forward, gravity condensing around his axe in an instant to create a localized gravitational pull that yanked Vorgath violently toward the point of impact, robbing him of his balance before he could resist.

"TAKE THIS!" Biggie roared, bringing both axes down together.

Vorgath felt his body forced toward the earth under the crushing gravitational pull. He realized that meeting this attack while off-balance would prove fatal.

At that moment, Vorgath made his decision.

Directly above the commander’s head, a strange dark mark materialized in the air out of nowhere. The mark resembled an inverted crown composed of four sharp points twisted downward. At the center of the inverted crown rested a small crimson orb, beating like a living heart.

The inverted crown began to rotate slowly around its axis in the air.

Suddenly, the crimson orb at its center snapped open, revealing a small red eye that fixated on the battlefield for a fraction of a second. Simultaneously, scattered screams erupted across the battlefield—sharp and sudden, echoing from various directions all at once.

Then the eye closed. The screams vanished with it, as if they had never existed at all.

BOOOOOOOM!

As the red eye shut, Vorgath’s crimson aura detonated furiously.

The volume of suffocating aura enveloping his frame doubled in an instant. The gravitational shackles Biggie had bound around him shattered, and Vorgath surged upward with his broadsword in a massive, rising slash imbued with overwhelming weight and speed.

CLANG!

The sword collided with the twin axes.

The impact generated a shockwave that blasted the surrounding magma aside and sent Biggie airborne for several meters before he crashed back onto his feet, carving deep fissures into the earth.

"Even if you suddenly gained strength, you are still far below my level, Gorath..." Vorgath said in a dry voice, stepping forward with his gaze fixed on Biggie.

"By the way, where is your new master hiding?"

"Is he afraid to show himself?" Vorgath added, driving a brutal kick into Biggie that sent him skidding back several meters.

The inverted crown above his head rotated once more. The crimson eye at its center opened again for a single second alongside intensifying screams, then snapped shut!

BOOM!

The power radiating from Vorgath surged for a second time.

His movements became vastly swifter than his colossal frame suggested. He blurred like a red spark across the scorched earth, closing the distance to Zarvok in a fraction of a second.

"You claimed to be so clever, yet you fell for their trick so easily... How pathetic."

Vorgath raised his broadsword and delivered a terrifying horizontal slash toward the Lizard’s neck.

Reacting with sharp combat instincts, Zarvok unleashed a torrent of dense fire directly into the commander’s face to force him back. But Vorgath sliced through the flames with his sword as if they were mere smoke, his blade crashing against Zarvok’s hard crimson scales.

CRACK!

Burning scales scattered as a muffled cry escaped Zarvok, sending him tumbling backward across the ground.

Biggie roared furiously from behind, "Don’t speak ill of my master, you bastard! He’s far too great to waste his time fighting a bug like you!"

BOOM!

The power erupting from Biggie’s body spiked violently, the markings across his frame igniting with fiery radiance. His speed and physical power doubled in moments, pushing his massive frame past its former limits.

Closing in on Vorgath, Biggie lightened the pull of gravity around his body until his weight nearly evaporated, launching into the air with a weightless agility unbefitting his size. Simultaneously, he began consolidating his accumulated speed and momentum within his frame rather than dissipating them.

Biggie soared above the burning treetops, twisting in mid-air to reorient toward the earth. In the next instant, gravity compressed around the heads of his axes, fusing with the immense force gained from his descent and accelerating velocity.

He shot down from the sky like a black-and-blue meteor, tearing through the air and leaving a vortex of turbulent pressure in his wake, his speed multiplying insanely with every inch he drew closer to the earth.

Vorgath looked upward, showing no fear on his face.

The inverted crown above his head rotated for the third time.

The crimson eye at its center opened, fixing its gaze upon the falling meteor then slowly closed.

BOOOOOOOOM!

Vorgath’s aura multiplied for the third time in a terrifying surge, the crimson mana condensing around his broadsword until it was entirely engulfed, transforming into a glowing blade of pure blood.

Vorgath rooted his feet into the shattered earth, locking his grip around the hilt, and unleashed a rising slash to meet the meteor plunging from the sky!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The battlefield erupted at the point of impact.

The earth collapsed beneath Vorgath’s feet, forming a crater several meters deep. Rocks, magma, and ice shards blasted in every direction. The shockwave annihilated what remained of the charred trees across a radius of hundreds of meters.

Amidst the peak of the destruction, the broadsword remained locked against the twin axes.

Biggie pressed down with the full force of his new skill and the Law of Momentum, yet Vorgath stood like an immovable mountain within the crater, the muscles of his arms locked like iron chains, withstanding the raw brute force thanks to the enhancements of the inverted crown.

"Quite an impressive skill, Gorat..." Vorgath muttered through clenched teeth.

Biggie’s eyes narrowed. "My name is Biggie—the name my master gave me, you bastard! Don’t call me by that name again!"

"Biggie?" Vorgath chuckled softly. "So that’s what your new master calls you now."

"I have to admit... you’ve far exceeded my expectations. But will you be able to keep this up? I can tell your new fighting style is still incomplete."

Vorgath was right. This was the first battle Biggie had fought since his racial evolution and acquiring a new Law. He was still unaccustomed to his new combat style and had not fully adapted to his newly evolved body.

For a fraction of a second, his rhythm slipped, his responsiveness slowing slightly as he attempted to adjust to his body’s newfound power.

Vorgath seized that exact moment. He drove his broadsword upward with immense force, unleashing the accumulated crimson mana, blowing Biggie’s twin axes back and knocking him entirely off-balance.

Biggie stumbled back two paces, trying to regain his balance and find an opening to counter.

Vorgath granted him no time. Raising his broadsword, he lunged forward to deliver an executioner’s blow straight to Biggie’s chest.

"This ends ..."

Vorgath stopped mid-sentence.

In the next instant, a creature plummeted from the sky with massive wings at terrifying speed, shrouded in a dense, suffocating grey aura.

He wielded a broadsword as a mass of grey mana rapidly expanded around its blade, spreading outward until it formed a colossal wing aimed directly at Vorgath.

Vorgath’s eyes widened.

"Varkhane... you too?"