Chapter 680 Geumsh!

An ancient and desolate war song sounded, echoing in this scarred land, and the momentum of the one-eyed orc became more and more amazing.

The moment he appeared, a terrifying and chaotic spherical force field suddenly appeared in a radius of thousands of meters centered on the one-eyed orc, even annihilating the thermal shock wave generated by the nuclear explosion.

Toxic black rocks flowed out of the cracks in the rocks, and streams of highly toxic liquid gushed out of the ground. This was a sign of the advent of a certain god.

The dragon knights hovering in the sky finally couldn't hold on. They fainted one after another and fell straight from thousands of meters in the air.

However, the orc didn't care about them at all. His eyes passed over those dragon knights, as if he saw the huge figure hidden behind them.

"Arrogant red dragon, your insignificant empire is about to be destroyed because you have provoked a true god!

From now on, you are the enemy of billions of orcs in the multiverse. We will wage endless wars against you. I will destroy your homeland, your land, and slaughter all your people!"

The voice of the one-eyed orc roared like thunder, filling the wilderness. It was more magnificent and fierce than the previous explosion, and it also revealed a kind of shocking sense of power - it was an oath containing divine power, an oath of a racial god to his enemy.

In an instant, from the first to the 666th floor of the Abyss, from Avernus to Nessus, from the unrestrained wilderness to the noisy tunnel

In this magnificent multiverse, whether it is the orcs who are still fighting, the orcs who are fleeing everywhere, or the orcs who are slaughtering civilians, such an order emerged in the hearts of almost all orcs.

——The Burning Empire is their common and undying enemy! Cassius. Klauber. Norikius is their enemy!

In a corner of the Wilderness, the Outer Plane Caravan of the Burning Empire was trading with an unknown orc tribe. They exchanged pots and pans for metal ores and orc slaves, and the two sides were talking quite harmoniously.

But at this moment, the orcs' expressions suddenly became ferocious, and their eyes looking at the caravan were full of hatred and murderous intent, as if they were their natural enemies.

"You are imperial people!" "Fight to the death!" "The will of the Father!" The orcs roared and roared, waving their spears and axes, rushing towards the imperial caravan.

"These orcs are crazy!" Kill them! "Amid the somewhat panicked command, the caravan guards skillfully raised their guns and aimed. For a moment, the sound of gunfire and the wailing of orcs echoed, and the valley was filled with pungent smoke.

And such scenes also appeared in various planes where the imperials appeared. At this moment, hundreds of conflicts were taking place at the same time.

In some planes, the imperials could slaughter the orcs with advanced weapons, while in other places, the orcs could tear the unprepared imperials into pieces with their strong physique and numerical advantages.

Just like the orcs' innate hatred for elves and dwarves, after this order was issued, all orcs developed an instinctive hatred for the Burning Empire - even though they might never have such hatred in their entire lives in a foreign world. I have seen the Empire.

And their children, their descendants, are born with the nature of hating the Empire, and they will have the urge to kick a dog of the Empire when they see it.

As the Old Testament says: Love what the gods love, and hate what the gods hate.

This is the supreme authority of the main god of a race! He only needs an order, a look, or even a thought to make the entire race hate the same target!

Only the orcs and half-orcs of the Empire can block the influence of this oracle and barely maintain their sanity, but the nature of the orcs will still make them unable to stop the urge to disrupt order and kill themselves.

In the long run, they are likely to become enemies of the Empire and crazy haters.

Just a few words can cause such a huge impact, the identity of the one-eyed orc is naturally self-evident-

He is the powerful watcher, the sleepless one, the one-eyed god, and the undisputed leader of the orc pantheon-the orc god Gruumsh!

At this moment, after the Inav Valley was bombed by a nuclear bomb and the green-skinned orcs were almost extinct, under Solo's final prayer, the orc god finally came in the form of an incarnation and walked on the earth!

Gruumsh looked around and saw that the field after the explosion was full of orc debris, most of which were carbonized, and only charred skeletons could be seen.

Although he already knew everything with the authority of the Lord God, after seeing such a tragic situation with his own eyes, The orc god's eyes still burst with an uncontrollable rage.

He cooperated with the Abyss and paid a painful price to create the "Chaos Orcs" to conquer the material plane, but they were killed by the Burning Empire, almost without a single one left!

How dare they do this!

How dare that red dragon do this? It was simply declaring war on the entire orc race!

A few months ago, he paid special attention to that red dragon, and admired and praised its actions of slaughtering shield dwarves and repelling Dumathoin's incarnation, and even tried to form an alliance with the Burning Empire.

But Gruumsh never thought that the red dragon would be so arrogant! He was willing to offend both parties at the same time and greedily eat up that city!

Gruumsh had seen too many dragons like this that were powerful but despised the gods. They often died in madness - and he was sure that Cassius Klauberu Norikius would be the next one.

And with Gruumsh's anger, scarlet winds swept across the land, surrounding him for dozens of miles, washing everything like waves, containing the power of chaos, violence, and evil.

As long as mortals saw the scarlet light from afar, endless fear would arise in their hearts. If they were included in it, they would faint. Hares and moles with weaker minds would even be scared to death.

And if they were in the center of the domain and saw the eyes of Gruumsh's incarnation with their own eyes, even the legendary monks with extremely strong will would tremble and kneel on the ground under the strong oppression.

As for mortals?

I'm afraid that they would be washed away by the breath of the divine power of the fields of chaos, evil, hatred, and war before they even get close, and become crazy on the spot, or even have their brains exploded.

Gruumsh frowned, looking at the orc remains angrily, raised his spear, and pointed the bloody tip to the sky.

Then, he opened and closed his mouth, and uttered an ancient, rough and resentful orc language from the depths of his throat - "Orcs will never die before they kill their enemies."

Before the voice fell, the lost souls wandering in the air descended one after another, looking for their bodies.

Under the spell of the orc god, dark mist appeared out of thin air and spread over the land. The remaining orc spores were also gradually gathering, causing the orc remains to gradually revive.

But even so, the orcs at the center of the explosion could not be resurrected. They had been completely evaporated by the horrible explosion and turned into molecules in the air. It was difficult to find even a little residue.

Even if Gruumsh took action, only less than 20% of the orcs survived, and the total number was only a few hundred thousand.

"Father God."

"Damn the Imperials."

"I'm going to kill them, kill them."

Amid the angry and resentful murmurs, tens of thousands of orcs picked up their weapons and slowly climbed up from the ground, their bodies covered with hideous, charred scars.

These orcs had long died in the tragic explosion, but under the power of Gruumsh, they were resurrected! In the domain of the Orc God, they even became taller, stronger, braver and more fearless than before!

Gruumsh pointed his bloody spear straight to the south: "My warriors, come back, take revenge on the Burning Empire! Kill all their people!"

In an instant, the wasteland boiled again, and the resurrected orcs cheered and roared wildly, rushing to the south frantically.

"Boom!"

Gruumsh held a spear in his hand and took a step forward to walk tens of thousands of meters. The surrounding space was broken and distorted, and the scarlet domain also teleported with his steps, which could be called a moving disaster.

In just a few steps, He led the resurrected orc army to move hundreds of miles to the north of the Blackrock Mountains, and returned to the battlefield full of craters and debris.

In Avendeldan, or the Dragon City, more than a dozen miles away, the officers and soldiers of the Empire looked at the approaching and overwhelming scarlet field in the distance, and were a little panicked.

"Look!"

"What is that?"

"Orcs. How is it possible! The orcs have been almost killed by us! How come there are still so many!"

"Damn it! Good, such a terrifying pressure, it actually gives me a feeling that His Majesty Cassius is here, then, who is that?"

Under the pressure of Gruumsh, even the most loyal and brave imperial warriors couldn't help but tremble in their legs and tremble in their hearts. That was the instinctive fear of the superior.

And on the top of the tower, there was a "pop!" sound, and the telescope in Dror's hand fell to the ground, and the crystal clear lens suddenly shattered.

The hobgoblin general also fell down suddenly, shaking violently, and blood flowed from his tightly closed eyes. Fear, anger, hatred and other emotions intertwined on his face.

The moment he saw the one-eyed orc in the distance, Dror's heart surged with great fear and hatred, as if a sharp awl was piercing his eyes.

You should know that the orc pantheon and the goblin pantheon have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, and the fear and hatred of Gruumsh are also engraved in the hearts of every goblin creature.

The burly body, the black armor, the blood-stained spear, and the most iconic one-eye.

Almost in an instant, Dror confirmed the identity of the orc, and was extremely panicked and anxious about it.

Hearing the movement in the tower, the hobgoblin guards stationed at the door immediately rushed in with their guns, and asked anxiously: "Lord Dror, what happened?"

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Dror wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes, calmed down, and ordered in a deep voice: "Go, find Lady Misha, and ask her to contact His Majesty immediately, and tell her that the God of Orcs has come to the world!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Hearing this, the earth elf guards were all shocked, and their hearts were filled with turbulent waves. They quickly responded and rushed to Misha's residence.

At this moment, Misha had already sensed the arrival of the god, and had already begun to pray to her master, the emperor of the Burning Empire, Cassius, with worry in her golden eyes.

She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and prayed in a low voice: "Master of the Burning Empire, King of Thunder and Fire, my supreme Lord"

Unlike gods like Dumathoin who tend to be neutral and have their own bottom line, Gruumsh is a chaotic evil existence. Similar to the demons of the abyss, he always acts without regard for the consequences.

Faced with the Empire's slaughter of orcs, this evil god will definitely do whatever it takes to repay a tooth with a tooth, and blood with blood!

Moreover, Gruumsh is also a powerful god. Even if he is suppressed by the main material plane and comes to the world as an incarnation, he can easily destroy a city with a wave of his hand!

If His Majesty Cassius does not take action personally, the Dragon City will definitely fall, and the imperial army stationed here will even be wiped out!

Misha's guess is correct-Gruumsh is preparing to completely destroy this city to demonstrate his supreme power.

If it were in the past, Gruumsh would never dare to act like this. This would not only consume his power, but also cause rejection from the main material plane.

But now, the world is turbulent, disasters are constant, and even cracks appear in the space membrane. This is the most chaotic time of the era change! It is also an opportunity for gods like Gruumsh who live on war to rise!

At this time, the gods of the elves and dwarves were basically restrained by his abyss allies, and he could finally destroy Avendeldan and smash the barrier of the Blackrock Mountains, so that the orcs could move south without any obstacles!

Gruumsh stretched out his hand and took out a huge iron torch from the void. And raised it high.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of air bursting, it burned fiercely, and a frenzied flame of red, black and green appeared.

At this moment, his spear was stained with the blood of the elves, and the eternally burning torch reflected his remaining eye.

"Foolish imperial people, you surrendered to a ridiculous reptile, but you didn't know that you angered the real god.

And this will bring you - destruction!"

Gruumsh's face was stern, his muscles bulged and his veins bulged. He suddenly threw the blood spear, and the tip of the spear passed through the torch, carrying endless flames and soaring into the sky!

"Sizzle--"

The blood spear pierced the air, tore the sky, and flew tens of thousands of meters high. The power of the orc god made it stretch and thicken continuously, and it expanded into a giant spear of 100 meters in a short moment.

The giant spear fell rapidly from the sky, bringing bloody hurricanes and raging flames. The pressure of the power was as heavy as a mountain.

Before the giant spear pierced the flying dragon city, the buildings in the city collapsed. Hundreds of imperial soldiers died on the spot, and two-legged flying dragons fell to the ground wailing one after another.

There were spellcasters in the city who wanted to escape, but they were horrified to find that under the influence of the power of the gods, the space within a radius of 100 miles was in chaos, like the sea in a storm, and it would be torn into pieces if you didn't pay attention.

The imperial officers and soldiers in the city looked up at the sky, with fear and despair on their faces. Such power was really beyond their ability to shake.

"Casius"

"No! Is this the power of the orc god? Are we going to die here?"

"Everyone, don't panic, His Majesty will definitely appear! He will defeat the orc god!"

Some people were panicking, some were waiting for death in despair, but more people firmly believed that the emperor would save them, and they were also trying their best and using all means to save themselves.

"Quick! Listen to my orders! Activate the third-level protective force field!"

"Quickly activate the magic circle inside the city wall and open the high-level exorcism wall!"

"Unfold the rainbow magic wall!"

"All the imperial mages present - build a high-level Otiluk exorcism barrier with me!"

In the eyes of the people of the empire, the giant spear dragging with flames became bigger and bigger, almost reaching the sky and piercing the earth, turning the city into ruins.

The indestructible magic shields and barriers in the sky had no resistance under the power of God, and were easily torn and penetrated.

Lay upon layer of protection was broken, and the despair in people's eyes became more and more intense.

"Roar——"

At this moment, a terrifying dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the space above the city was torn apart. A raging flame appeared in the crack of the space——and a huge dragon claw.

Suddenly, a fanatical and hopeful light emerged in people's eyes.