"Not good, those three Phantom Poison Snakemen are sacrificing their life force to release a deadly toxin!"
King Milan recognized the intentions of the Snakemen, his face changing drastically as he shouted frantically, "Spread out! The toxin they're releasing is so concentrated and potent that it will either kill or severely injure anyone who touches it. We only have two wind-element Saints, and we can't face this head-on!"
The other Saints, realizing what was happening, also turned pale, swiftly transforming into streaks of light as they scattered in all directions.
Under the expanding poison fog, the entire battlefield became a scene of chaos and corruption.
The Ice Queen wrinkled her brow as she caught a whiff of the foul stench, quickly drawing an arrow infused with the power of purification and firing it into the spreading fog.
The arrows vanished into the poisonous mist, only to be instantly corroded, disappearing without a trace. Even the purifying profundities had no effect on the toxic cloud.
"This is bad, Rhett didn't seem to escape from the poisonous gas in time!"
Hypaste's face grew anxious as he realized the situation, but he hesitated to approach. His eyes were fixed on the deadly mist, his fear of the poison evident, even as he clutched several vials of antidote from his space ring.
King Milan's expression was similarly uncertain. He regretted their hasty retreat and wondered if they had been too quick to abandon their positions.
"Ah!"
A sudden scream echoed from within the poison fog.
The Phantom Poison Snakemen's neurotoxin wasn't just any ordinary dust; neither spiritual energy nor battle energy could penetrate or resist its corrosive effects.
No one knew what was happening inside the toxic cloud.
But soon, a formidable wave of Disintegration Profundity spread outward, eroding even the deadly poison mist.
Nearby, the wind-element Saints quickly summoned a strong gust of wind.
Under the combined forces of internal and external attacks, the poisonous fog rapidly dissipated, revealing the scene within.
Only one of the three Phantom Poison Snakemen remained, struggling to stand, while the other two had completely disappeared!
It was clear—they had been completely destroyed by the Disintegration Profundity, their bodies and souls obliterated.
Seeing this, the human Saints collectively let out a sigh of relief. They couldn't help but gaze at Rhett in amazement, his incredible combat power once again shattering their understanding.
Each of them silently asked themselves—if they had been in the same situation, would they have survived and even killed three Saint-level Phantom Poison Snakemen?
The answer was an absolute no!
If they had been caught in that situation, where the Snakemen sacrificed their life force to unleash a deadly toxin, their best option would have been to escape.
Rhett's chest rose and fell as he panted slightly. His spiritual energy had been heavily drained during the fight, and inside the poison fog, he had simulated the battle three times before finding the optimal path to kill the Snakemen.
At this moment, filled with battle spirit, he raised his voice and shouted an inspiring call to arms:
"Saints of the alliance, did you see that? The orcs are losing their momentum—they are no match for us!"
"Charge! Cut off their heads!"
With the battle reaching this stage, everyone's morale surged to its peak. Without the devious and troublesome Phantom Poison Snakemen, they had no more concerns about large-scale toxic attacks.
Following Rhett's inspiring words, the human forces charged forward with renewed fervor, moving as one to attack the densest area of the orc forces.
"Roar!"
The Orc King let out a deafening roar, noticing Rhett's weakened state. With a wave of his hand, he, too, launched a counterattack. "Humans are at their last breath! Charge and deliver the final blow!"
"Roar!"
"Howl!"
"Woo!"
The orcs howled in unison, their spirits ignited as they followed the Orc King's command, pushing themselves to their limits, determined to crush the humans.
No one dared to retreat.
No one tried to flee.
This was a battle of life and death, a struggle between races.
In this clash of titans, the victor would take everything, and the loser would face extinction.
The sounds of battle echoed through the air like rolling thunder, reverberating across the battlefield. It was as if countless fireworks exploded, filling the sky with dazzling flashes of light.
The entire battlefield was bathed in shifting colors, reflecting off the faces of soldiers and orcs alike, all of them fully immersed in the fight.
In the thick of the battle, Tucker found himself surrounded by enemies. After cutting down a Minotaur, he glanced up at the sky, hearing the distant rumble of explosions, and silently prayed.
The Saint-level battle raged on for six days.
As time passed, the intensity of the fighting gradually diminished, and the number of combatants had noticeably decreased.
One thing was clear—all the Saint-level orcs had been wiped out, except for the Orc King.
The Bearman Chieftain was now fighting alone, holding his ground against a dozen human Saints for two days and nights...
By this point, the Orc King's snow-white fur was drenched in blood, his entire body stained red. His limbs, chest, and back were all riddled with wounds, as if chunks of his flesh had been ripped away.
Hovering in the air, Rhett watched the severely injured but still defiant Orc King with a sense of awe.
He had underestimated the Orc King's strength. Despite the previous simulations predicting a resounding defeat for the orcs, the process had not been fully detailed.
Now, experiencing the battle firsthand, Rhett realized just how terrifying the Orc King's unparalleled combat prowess truly was.
Aside from his earth-shaking roars, the Orc King's physical strength and defenses were unmatched in the world.
During the six days of fighting, even the Disintegration Profundity, which had proven unstoppable against the Blood God Cult Master, struggled to harm the Orc King. The disintegration process was slow, and each time Rhett managed to disintegrate a chunk of flesh, it was quickly slapped away.
"Roar!"
Another roar echoed.
The human Saints scattered instantly, having fought the orcs for so long that they had memorized every strength and weakness of the various orc species.
When it came to the Bearmen, their power focused on a single point when they roared. Though devastatingly strong, they lacked agility, and every human knew how to avoid the impact.
Moreover, the Bearman Chieftain was now on the brink of death. His life force had dwindled to the point where his defeat was inevitable.
The human Saints were now simply wearing him down, avoiding direct confrontation. No one wanted to risk being taken down by a desperate last attack.
Rhett's spiritual energy was nearly depleted, but compared to the Orc King, he was in much better shape. His wounds had mostly healed thanks to his rapid regeneration ability.
"Orc King, surrender to me, and I will ensure your survival!"
Rhett gazed at the heavily breathing Orc King, his commanding voice echoing through the sky. Above, yellow clouds gathered, forming spike-like projectiles ready to strike.
The other Saints wisely backed off, knowing that this spell would surely finish the Orc King.
"Hahaha!"
The Orc King's laughter boomed like a flood, his blood-soaked fur trembling and scattering droplets of blood.
He fixed his gaze on Rhett, his savage aura like that of a wild beast about to strike.
"Orcs will never be slaves!"
With a furious shout, the Orc King, now at the end of his rope, made his final decision. He pulled a bronze horn, etched with intricate patterns, from his mouth. His chest rose and fell as he gathered all his strength, and then he blew the horn with all his might.
Dooooooo...
The deep, penetrating sound of the horn echoed across the heavens.
Everyone froze in place. The sound seemed to carry an irresistible power, sapping their will to fight and quelling their desire for combat.
The effect was immediate. The human and orc armies, which had been clashing moments before, suddenly stopped and stared at one another in confusion.
Even the Saints in the sky furrowed their brows, sensing something off about the horn's sound but unable to pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
The horn's mournful tone continued, ancient and timeless, as if it pierced through time and space, reaching deep into the soul.
"Kill him quickly!"
The Ice Queen's face grew tense as if she had recalled some unpleasant memory. She shouted urgently.
She acted first, drawing her bow and releasing three radiant arrows aimed at the Orc King's back.
Rhett pretended to be cautious, frowning outwardly while secretly anticipating what was to come.
It was finally happening... The long-rumored Beast God World, said to rival the Netherworld in power, perhaps even surpass it...
The Orc King stood firm, blowing the horn without flinching as the arrows approached.
He made no attempt to dodge, simply floating in the air, as if indifferent to the danger around him.
All eyes were fixed on the Orc King, each person silently wondering if peace was finally within reach after the extinction of the orcs.
But suddenly, the space around them trembled.
Everyone's faces shifted as they stared at the most turbulent part of the space, feeling as though something was crashing through.
Before they could investigate further, a loud "boom" echoed.
It was as if a massive hammer had struck a wall, leaving a gaping hole. In the next instant, a ball of milky white light burst through the hole, which wasIt was as if a massive hammer had smashed a hole in the wall. In the next instant, a ball of milky-white light burst through the hole, which sealed itself just as quickly.
As everyone stared in disbelief, the light swiftly transformed, coalescing into a dove covered in white feathers.
This dove, with red eyes and a yellow beak, was no bigger than the palm of a hand, small and delicate.
Its entire body glowed with a gentle light, pure and beautiful. Looking at it, no one felt any hostility or desire to harm it—only a wish for peaceful coexistence and friendly communication.
"What… what is this strange feeling?" King Milan struggled internally, slapping his forehead. As he stared at this unfamiliar creature, he knew he should feel a sense of danger.
But instead, an odd sensation seeped through his pores, crawling into his mind, erasing any thoughts of malice.
"Damn, it's like a curse from a novel. My thoughts don't feel like my own…"
"Me too…"
"What's happening to us?!"
The other Saints had also sensed something was off. While they watched the peaceful white dove, they instinctively gathered closer, whispering their confusion to one another.
At that moment, even Rhett felt a shiver down his spine as he analyzed his current state. Suddenly, it all made sense. The success of the negotiations during his simulations… it was because the other party could unknowingly influence one's mind!
Staring at the ethereal dove floating midair, Rhett silently thought to himself, "A peace dove? Able to manipulate emotions… What a bizarre power…"
The white dove, despite being the focus of everyone's attention, remained serene. Its gaze swept across the battlefield before finally settling on the heavily injured Bearman Chieftain, who hovered, bloodied and exhausted.
Sensing the orc's dire condition, the white dove let out a soft sigh. "Descendant of the Savage Blood Beast God… how pitiful. I never expected it to come to this. Only a trace of the Ice Bear Beast God's bloodline remains in you."
The Orc King's eyes gleamed with emotion. Hearing that the dove recognized him, he realized this was an ally. His shoulders trembled slightly as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Are you the savior sent by the Savage Blood Beast God? The horn I carry was passed down from my ancestors, who said that in times of near-extinction, blowing it would summon help…"
"It's all true! We are descendants of the Savage Blood Beast God! We have not been forsaken!" the Orc King shouted tearfully, his fighting spirit reignited. "We still have 200,000 soldiers! And these humans, they are the strongest of this world. Once we kill them, we will reign supreme!"
Hearing the Orc King's roaring in the orc language, the nearby Saints' faces darkened. His words weren't encrypted, so they all understood the general meaning.
But when they turned their wary gazes back to the white dove, their expressions quickly softened. Within moments, they once again looked peaceful and friendly.
The Ice Queen gritted her teeth and tried to raise her longbow, but when she drew the string, her hands refused to cooperate.
How could she launch a killing blow when she felt no desire to attack her target?
This inner conflict spread across all the Saints—except for Rhett, who had already learned from his simulations that this event was not dangerous but rather an opportunity.
Just as he was about to speak, the white dove gently shook its pristine neck and spoke in a neutral, calming voice:
"Poor child, the Savage Blood Beast God has long since abandoned the invasion of this world. You need not hold on to such false hope…"
Hearing this, the other Saints were visibly stunned. They seemed to recall fragments of ancient history from millennia ago, and their expressions became thoughtful.