After the departure of the Sword Saint of Azarus Nawazaki to fight the Serpent Ruler of Nagazis and Duke Yukimarus McTair to fight the Wolf Ruler of Yolvin,
Magic Emperor Aster Guilford and Magic Master Belgord Kethali remained standing in place without saying a word.
"So we'll be fighting my rival, the one who earned the title of Magic Emperor, isn't that right, Aster Guilford?" Guilford said mockingly, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.
However, Aster's expression didn't change an inch. "Fate is strange, but ultimately, we have only one opponent. Besides, I still want power and to become stronger than I am now."
Aster's smile faded slightly as he looked at him for a few seconds before speaking. "I heard the McTair family is investigating whether you're part of the Scorpion Order, is that right?"
"I know that, and I'm confident they won't find anything incriminating. We have to fight." "That bastard, the ruler of Ork, was ultimately responsible for destroying the project we spent countless nights working on."
A flame flickered from Belgord's hand as he listened to Aster's words. He spoke coldly, doubting Aster's sincerity.
The fact that Aster had tried to relive the memories of that day made him suspicious, yet he decided, "You're right, Aster. Today, that bastard will get his just deserts."
Aster remained silent, sensing Belgord's suspicion. He then set off for the battleground where the ruler of Ork was to fight.
Aster's gaze was cold as he clenched his fist so tightly it bled. He hated anyone who interfered with his plans—followers who were disgruntled, useless, and whose actions didn't go his way.
Survival of the fittest, and the weak to be mere tools for the strong—this was the principle he believed in. Even Gea Guilford was just a tool for advancement, and the same applied to Uta.
A deep sigh escaped Aster's lips as he looked towards the ruler of Ork, who was being torn apart. The bodies attacking him with arrogant smiles on their faces.
He muttered under his breath as he cast several runes behind him: <5-Star Attractive Magic: Ragnarok Resurrection>
After a few seconds, the runes he had cast, resembling ancient dust, vanished.
The sky began to darken, and several meteors the size of houses rained down from the sky towards the Orc ruler.
A look of shock crossed the Orc ruler's face as he watched the meteors hurtling towards him, and the same was true for the soldiers and mercenaries fighting alongside Yota's followers.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several extremely powerful explosions occurred, killing both sides of his side—the soldiers and mercenaries—and the Orc ruler's side—his followers—unlike Yota's followers.
They returned to the Spirit Realm, for Yota had implanted spells in their bodies. Their deaths in a battle he considered child's play were pointless.
Amidst the explosion, a loud laugh, full of mockery and contempt, erupted. "Hahahaha! You bastards! You kill your own followers just to win!"
Belgord's expression remained unchanged; he had been about to kill his own daughter, Lucy.
In the Academy tournament, Verselkin was on the verge of defeating Achilles, had it not been for Utta's resurrection, thanks to the power of an eternal writer.
As for Aster, sacrificing those he considered mere ants for the sake of victory was perfectly natural.
"And what's wrong with them being proud of being fodder for their masters? Am I right, O Orc ruler? Hahahaha! Or have you become so weak that you pity weaklings?" Aster's voice was filled with sarcasm.
Belgord then crafted runes in both hands. "Shall we begin fighting the Orc ruler?" "
The Orc ruler grinned eagerly, his axe held aloft, an overwhelming green aura emanating from his body. "Then let the Orc ruler fight against the Magic Emperor Aster Guilford and the Magic Lord Belgord Kathalli begin. It will be a very exciting battle!"
Aster and Belgord charged towards the Orc ruler, axes in attack.
Just as they were about to clash, they all veered towards Aster's right and Belgord's left.
Aster murmured softly, his palms touching <4-Star Lightning Magic: Imperial Lightning>.
Belgord, meanwhile, chanted the opposite of his own spell, <4-Star Water Magic: Age of Calamity>.
The Orc ruler's gaze was bewildered, and the lightning speed of their spells, which took less than a fraction of a second, left him unable to dodge the attack.
He let out a loud scream as his body was electrified by purple lightning. The water increased, amplifying the lightning's effect. "Aaaaaaah Aaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
On the other side, Aster and Belgord had moved several meters away to avoid being hit by the purple lightning, which was raging and striking anything in its path.
The wizard controlled his spell until it was unleashed, but the death rate from his special attack was extremely high if it was a wide-ranging attack.
Both the Imperial Lightning and the 4-star Age of Calamity had a wide range, and the likelihood of them being affected, injured, or killed was almost certain.
After several seconds, a tyrannical aura erupted from the Orc ruler's body, dispelling both spells.
His body was covered in severe burns, so much so that smoke was billowing from him as he breathed rapidly, his face contorted with rage.
"You despicable bastards! You conspired to kill me, but it won't happen!" "Enough to kill me," the Orc ruler's voice was a mixture of suppressed anger and undisguised sarcasm.
However, none of them paid any attention to his words, focusing instead on his next move. After all, the Orc ruler was at their level, 02-FI.
Therefore, being a fighter gave him a physical advantage, even if they all possessed infinite strength. Specialization still played a crucial role in battle.
A mage remains weaker than a fighter or warrior. Moreover, being an Orc gave him a physical edge and allowed him to use Ki and aura better than a human of his own level.
The Orc ruler raised his axe, and Barq struck him with a powerful blow, combining it with a previous attack by Aster's Imperial Lightning, which he had stored in his axe.
As soon as the Orc ruler's axe struck, several lightning bolts, a mixture of natural and purple, erupted everywhere, causing Aster and Belgorod to grit their teeth.
However,A sly smile spread across his face as they used teleportation.
Annie vanished from Anya's location, only to reappear outside the Orc ruler's attack range.
Aster spoke with undisguised sarcasm as he watched lightning bolts strike the ground with tremendous force. "What an idiot! He didn't even step outside his attack range. Orcs are incredibly arrogant."
Belgord calmly observed the Orc ruler's location, then glanced at Aster, thinking to himself, "To be a true mage isn't just about possessing a massive amount of mana or the talent to quickly learn spells, knowing when to use them, their strengths and weaknesses, and making the most of every drop of mana."
"However, it seems that these qualities no longer exist in our time. The talent now belongs to those with more mana or Chi in the Primordial Sea."
Although he knew this wasn't the right time for such talk, he wanted to distract himself until the effects of that combat technique wore off.
They were engaged in a battle, and focusing was beneficial, but getting too caught up in it would cause his mind to shut down. Something around you opens several gaps.
In the center of the land, scorched by a powerful lightning strike, the Orc ruler was surrounded by a sturdy dome that withstood the entire lightning bolt.
He removed it, looking at them coldly. "What fools! Do they think I won't use anything to defend against my own attack? How can I be a ruler if I can't even solve this problem?"
He then sprinted towards them at full speed, aiming his axe, enhanced by an aura, at them.
He collided with a shield they had created. In the end, their focus was
on him, but they were suppressed. The Orc ruler's power was terrifying and impossible to counter easily.
He threw them several meters back, a smug smile on his face.
With that, he directed several aura blades at them directly, leaving no room for dodging or thinking.
He cursed their words as they looked at the blades close to them. "That bastard!" "Boom...boom
Amidst the dust, both Aster and Belgord were suffering from multiple injuries.
Yet, neither of their faces changed; they remained steadfast in their determination to kill the Orc ruler in revenge for the efforts he had destroyed 640 years prior, efforts that had fundamentally altered their worldview.
In a special laboratory belonging to the Vrselkin Academy, located 13 kilometers away,
Aster and Belgord were both in their thirties.
"We are close to deciphering the first Saint Alessandra's diary, and we will learn about the life of the first human, as well as about the Vrselkin Academy and its secrets," Aster said excitedly, using his chair to swivel.
He stopped beside a companion named Antonius, who was reviewing information for a research topic. Antonius spoke with evident weariness; 453 days had passed without rest. Had they not reached the Holy Ruler, they would have died long ago. "You're right, Aster. It will be something wonderful, and "We'll be relieved. Who thought it would take mental fortitude just to try and crack his code?"
As he spoke, Alberdo interrupted them sarcastically. "She's a woman at the end of her life, and she won't let you read her diary easily, hahaha."
"You're right, but that diary will still contain important information for the development of our empire, won't it?"
All eyes turned to Belgord, who was holding several documents.
He guided them with steady steps so they could continue their conversation like close friends.
However, the peace didn't last long, as a powerful explosion outside the research center destroyed half of it.
It resulted in the deaths of almost all the researchers, including Alberdo and Antonius.
Several minutes passed before Aster and Belgord emerged from the rubble.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough. What in the world happened? Was it a terrorist attack?" Belgord coughed, brushing dust from his face.
Aster replied, bewildered and confused, "I don't know who attacked, but they used a physical attack. There's no trace of magic around."
Before Aster could speak, Belgord, his heart pounding with terror, closed his mouth and disappeared behind a wall, or rather, half of one.
"Was it the person who attacked the research center?" Aster asked telepathically, sweat pouring from his forehead.
Belgord replied, fearful and incredulous, "It was the ruler." "Arok, and he's doing…"
Aster gritted his teeth and shook Belgord roughly by the shoulders. "Speak! What did you see…? Don't tell me!"
Shock was etched on Aster's face as he thought of his beloved Astrid.
"Don't worry, I'll just wander around a bit and then return. Goodbye." His voice was filled with excitement at the prospect of finishing their search soon.
Belgord slapped him across the face, snapping him back to reality, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm sorry. The Orc ruler killed Astrid and ate her. He killed all our comrades. They died because of him. On top of that, we're too weak to defeat him." Belgord's voice was heavy with sorrow as he placed a hand on Aster's shoulder.
"Yes, we're too weak. The strong eat the weak. That's the law of nature. Astrid died because of her weakness, and we'll die if we stay here."
"I must become stronger, no matter the cost. Strength is the only way for the weak to survive. Being a mere tool for amusement is not enough." "The Mighty," Aster thought to himself, his voice cold and unmoved, oblivious to Belgord, who was carrying him, tears streaming down his face.
He recalled memories of his friends from the past 19 years.
They were his brothers, but they died without even putting up a fight.
In the end, an enemy doesn't wait for you to prepare, and death has no time or reason. Even the strongest can die in their own beds without any convincing or logical cause.
"I will kill you, you Orc ruler. I will become stronger than I am now, and I will kill you in revenge for my comrades."
Belgord continued running at full speed, carrying Aster, who was in a state resembling a trance. He was in a state of shock that made him oblivious to his surroundings.
A deep sigh escaped each of them as a powerful aura emanated from their bodies. It had been enough to make them remember why they wanted revenge.
They emerged from the smoke and dust with small smiles, runes forming around them. "It's time to make that bastard know his worth." The actions:
Several magic spells, ranging from 3-star to 2-star, were unleashed continuously for several minutes.
This caused several extremely powerful explosions that obliterated most of the trees and created a giant crater the size of a basketball court, had they not been located several dozen kilometers away from the city of Euspecers.
The city would have been destroyed long ago due to the fighting between Reinhardt, Yukimarus, Azarus Nawazaki, and the students, which was happening simultaneously.
"I doubt he'll die from that attack. The Orc ruler has plenty of cards to play."
Aster nodded in agreement. He was thousands of years old; surely he would have many tricks up his sleeve to survive.
In the middle of a pit, the Orc ruler was severely injured, rendering him immobile. Even though he had used a reinforced dome for protection, it had been destroyed by the relentless bombardment.
He was panting heavily, using his Destructive Axe as a prop.
A voice in his head said, "Do you want the power that will allow you to defeat those scum of the Magic Emperor, Aster Guilford, and the Magic Lord of Belgorod, Kethali?"
Before he could react, he found himself in an endless void, facing a misty figure who looked at him with a small smile.
"You were being beaten and tricked for almost the entire duration of the fight with That was amazing, Orc Ruler, Orchestra.
With that...
The Orc Ruler's eyes narrowed as he looked at him with a smug smile. His body had been healed thanks to that person, and on top of that, he had fully regained his strength.
He aimed his axe, which had been repaired, at that person, speaking arrogantly, "Why should I ask you for it when I can take it by killing and taking that tool of yours that can increase my power?"
As soon as the axe touched the person's body, the Orchestra turned into a mass of blood instantly, before the person revived him, removing the shock of death in a fraction of a second.
A small smile remained on his face as he looked at the Orc Ruler, who was sweating profusely with fear.
"W...w...who the hell are you?" the Orchestra's voice trembled as he backed away with his hands.
That person stared at him for several seconds before laughing softly. "Hahaha, Orc Ruler, why are you afraid?" "Just a little sparring, we're friends, aren't we?"
The orchestra trembled, a laugh escaping him. "You're right, we're friends, we're definitely friends."
A faint smile turned sinister as he clasped his hands together near his chin. "It's good we've reached an agreement, and now let's get back to our main topic."
"You want the power to kill both Esther Gilfour and Belgord Kethali? You want to tear their bodies apart with your bare hands?" The tone of that person's voice was calm as he looked towards the orchestra.