They hastily united to breach the barrier, only to be met with a piercing blue death ray.
At the instant Dachi's skill collided with Arthurs, the very fabric of space ignited with ghostly flames.
These flames devoid of warmth, chilling to the bone.
The five or kings were soon enveloped in frost.
Their weakened souls and bodies rendered incapable of resistance.
And before long, their eyes glazed over in the void of death.
Lonnie traversed the battlefield like a phantom.
Upon encountering any injured orc king, it unleashed its curse with unhesitating stealth.
Soul damage was inescapable with no orc capable of evading Lonie's ambush.
Several orc kings had already perished at Lonie's hands.
Jack, hindered by his own injuries, did not achieve remarkable feats, yet still managed to slay a few adversaries.
Jon, not to be outdone, stood as the most valiant presence on the field aside from SARS.
Lacking magical enhancements for combat, Jon's prowess relied solely on his innate abilities.
While Orc kings were characterized by their brute strength, this was no distinguishing feature for Jon.
With his broad sword, he chose to confront every orc headon, relying on sheer power derived from attribute boosts.
To the orcs, the unmbellished Jon epitomized the true warrior.
Boom! The thunderous sounds echoed as Jon, wielding his sword with both hands, collided directly with the orc king, generating a cacophony of impact.
The broadsword shimmerred with crimson runes as Jon swung it toward his opponent who met the challenge with a green glowing ax with a resounding crash.
The fierce reverberations emanated outward from the two combatants, stirring clouds of dust that obscured the view.
Red and green energies flickered amidst the haze.
intertwining as they continued their fierce engagement.
A decisive red slash accompanied by a massive crimson skull propelled the orc king through the dust, crashing heavily to the ground.
The orc coughed blood, its weapon shattered, utterly devoid of the will to continue fighting.
Witnessing their leader's plight, the surrounding orcs rushed forth in a bid to rescue him.
Yet within J's domain, they met only swift demise.
At that moment, the other orc kings found themselves unable to assist their leader as they faced their own adversaries.
Each one too engaged in combat to lend a hand.
The fallen orc leader lay on the ground, confusion etched across its face.
Surely their numbers should have surpassed those of their foes, so why were they unable to muster reinforcements? In an instant, the orc leader's pupils constricted as it realized that their numerical advantage had vanished without a trace, and the surrounding undead kings now outnumbered them.
However, it had little time to ponder this revelation, for a colossal sword was rapidly magnifying in its line of sight.
Chapter 345.
The true disparity, the most efficient among them, was undoubtedly the death knight, which wielding its formidable level of nine royal strength, faced virtually no opposition.
Following closely with the six kings and several highranking undead, the rapid extermination of the orc royal was attributed to two factors.
The enhancement bestowed by necromancy and the fact that most lower tier royals have been utilized as bait, leaving predominantly highlevel undead royals on the battlefield.
However, this strategy hindered the necromancer's ability to summon corpses promptly as it had dispatched over 80 avatars, leading to significant resource depletion.
Even at level 9, maintaining possession over more than 80 royal beings for enhancement proved taxing.
At this moment, more than 70 orc royals had already been slain, prompting the necromancer to release some of its undead possessions to concentrate on summoning.
On the Easter battlefield, the undead have begun to dominate the orc forces.
At this juncture, the six kings, including liches and necromancers, also unleashed their summoning powers.
In an instant, an eerie aura enveloped the battlefield as tens of thousands of gray magic circles materialized.
While orcs engaged in fierce combat with the undead, their attention diverted from the unfolding spectacle.
Countless skeletons, bone dragons, and ghostly WRMS emerged from all corners of the battlefield.
In mere moments, the undead throng doubled, transforming the once formidable army of over 100,000 into a terrifying 300,000.
Meanwhile, the Orc army dwindled to merely several tens of thousands, and this number continued to plummet.
On the western side of the battlefield, an Orc king quickly noticed this alarming shift, observing the sudden surge in undead numbers.
The Orc king's pupils trembled slightly, not in fear, but in disbelief at encountering such a formidable enemy, despite their apparent weakness.
While engaged in battle, the Orc king diverted its attention to the summoned undead.
realizing they were conjured from the corpses of fallen orc warriors.
A sense of foroding washed over the orc king.
Why had the summons not commenced earlier? These ordinary undead bore little impact on the battlefield.
So why they remained concealed until now? As the orc king pondered this, it effortlessly dispatched an undead royal, abruptly conceiving a thought that even it found incredulous.
How could a force with over a hundred royals lack an emperor to command them? If they could summon ordinary undead, could they not also summon royals? This insight elucidated the reason behind the overwhelming number of royal adversaries.
The orc king, eyeing the few remaining undead royals, resolved to disregard them.
It soared into the air, racing toward the eastern battlefield.
At that moment, nearly 20 orc royals remained unscathed.
Yet, some undead royals had completed their summoning, pushing the count of royals in this area beyond 100.
Once again, the Orc King had arrived.
The instant the Orc King ascended, the necromancer alerted all remaining royals from all directions, the surviving royals began to converge upon this location as countless undead surged forward, recklessly attacking the Orc King.
The necromancer's avatars orchestrated the battlefield, continuing to eliminate ordinary orcs amidst the chaos.
In the sky, the orc king displayed a visage of fury.
Fully aware of its capability to summon beings of royal caliber.
It soon comprehended that the recent events were merely a ruse to divert its attention while time was being bought for the summoning.
Confronted by a horde of ordinary level undead descending from above, the orc king could effortlessly annihilate hundreds with a mere flick of its wrist.
Yet, as more and more undead converged upon it like a swarm of locusts, irritation began to brew within the orc king.
With a swift arc of its ax, it cleaved through the throng, eradicating them all.
Upon landing heavily, the earth beneath it fractured like a spider's web, and a multitude of green blades of light surged forth, creating a tempest that obliterated every undead within a 100 meter radius, leaving none unscathed.
The Orc king unleashed its domain, crushing all enemies that dared approach, while it advanced steadily toward the gathering of royal foes.
The simplistic strategy of exhausting its magical energy with ordinary undead was not lost on the Orc king, but it remained unperturbed.
Royal entities were to be reckoned with.
They were not mere kings.
The six distant kings observed the scene in somber silence.
Or perhaps they were inherently tacetern.
The surrounding ranks of orc warriors had dwindled and the orc king had become the adversary that the undead must confront directly.
The remaining orc forces would be dealt with by other undead and some lower tier kings.
While this formidable orc king would be met with the full might of the 100 royal undead.
The remaining 20 or so orc kings gathered around the orc king.
Yet dismiss them.
You shall pursue other foes.
I alone am sufficient to handle these royal adversaries.
A crimson light ignited in the orc king's eyes, and red energy surged around it, transforming its domain from green to red.
The massive ax in its grasp became enveloped in this crimson energy.
The orc king descended into a state of brutal ferocity, stomping its right foot upon the ground, causing its figure to vanish in an instant.
Prepare for battle.
Sars, witnessing the orc king's disappearance, immediately cautioned the undead to be vigilant.
Suddenly, his pupils constricted as the Orc King materialized behind him, delivering a lethal blow to a level seven Reaper Guardian with a single strike.
The Orc King plunged into the midst of the crowd, commencing a frenzied slaughter.
The surrounding royal undead reacted swiftly with hundreds launching an assault on the Orc King.
While it appeared that the undead had encircled the Orc king, the reality was that at the center the orc king cleaved through foes with unyielding force, leaving none capable of resistance.
The power of its domain was unleashed, and hundreds of ax blades swept across the battlefield, targeting the surrounding undead.
A brilliant red radiance illuminated the area.
Some undead were hurled away.
Others managed to block the attacks, while many were slain on the spot.
An armor of red energy enveloped the Orc King exterior, rendering the undead's assaults ineffective.
Only a select few had the chance to inflict harm, but the Orc King was wellprepared, denying them the opportunity to draw near.
Jack lingered on the periphery, poised for action as one of the rare entities capable of breaching the Orc King as defenses.
However, should the Orc king seize the opportunity, Jack 2 would be doomed to a swift demise.
Several figures simultaneously lunged toward the orc king, creating an opportunity for the undead.
Among them, a few corpses were instantaneously possessed by the necromancer, positioned in various directions around the Orc king, who could not possibly respond to all of them at once.
However, just as they were about to strike the orc king, a shimmering barrier rose into the air and swiftly unfurled, instantaneously isolating all the undead from the inside.
The orc king's figure vanished from the sight of the undead horde.