Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 538:Going Crazy
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"Finish the rest."
The command echoed, instantly disseminating through the ranks.
The Orc army surged forward once more, their gazes now fixed upon the retreating human forces.
However, before they could advance, Ethan intervened.
His expression shifted dramatically, and an intense killing intent burst forth from him.
"No one is allowed to touch them."
His words, though spoken softly, carried an immense, terrifying pressure.
In the next moment, he unleashed his power.
BOOOOOOM!
A tremendous wave of power erupted from his form, erupting into the sky as a colossal pillar of flames, while scarlet lightning crackled fiercely around him.
He tilted his head upwards.
"Dragon Breath."
WHOOSHH!
A destructive torrent of fire spewed from his mouth, engulfing the Orc army like a rampaging deluge. The inferno consumed everything in its path, its sheer heat forcing entire ranks of Orc soldiers to recoil in sheer panic.
Simultaneously, Ethan brandished his sword.
"Holy Light."
A radiant golden light coalesced, then exploded outwards, forming a vast arc that swept across the chaotic battlefield, repelling both Grommash and Ragnok while cleaving through the advancing Orc legions.
He did not falter. Magical arrays began to form around him with rapid speed.
"Lightning."
CRACK!
Bolts of lightning tore through the firmament, striking the army below. They detonated upon impact, sending Orc bodies hurtling through the air.
"Wind."
A ferocious tempest instantly manifested, and sharp currents of air slashed across the battlefield, shattering enemy formations and scattering combatants.
"Flame."
The intensity of the fire escalated once more, and waves of burning energy surged across the terrain, transforming the battlefield into a blazing inferno.
The combination of these unleashed powers resulted in a scene of utter annihilation.
Explosions sounded continuously, plunging the Orc army into disarray as their advance was completely obliterated. Flames, lightning, and wind intertwined, conjuring a cataclysmic tempest that swept over all.
Even the formidable Orc Divine Knight was compelled to retreat a step, his countenance growing grave.
"What in the world is wrong with this human..."
Behind Ethan, Han and Hale were conducting the retreat of the remaining soldiers.
They cast a glance backward.
The sight that greeted them sent tremors through their hearts.
Ethan stood alone against an entire army, confronting a Divine Knight and numerous Mythic-ranked adversaries, yet he was single-handedly holding them at bay.
"That should suffice to buy enough time," Ethan murmured, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as he struggled to regain his composure and balance under the immense strain.
The flames surrounding him flickered erratically, and the crimson lightning that had once surged with violent intensity now waned, betraying clear signs of exhaustion. His muscles screamed in protest, and even the draconic scales that clad his body like armor offered little respite from the toll of continuous combat that had pushed him perilously close to his limit.
Still, as he lifted his head and gazed forward, he perceived what truly mattered.
The human army had successfully escaped, and Han, Hale, and the surviving soldiers were now at a considerable distance, moving beyond the perilous zone without daring to look back.
A faint sigh escaped Ethan's lips as a fleeting sense of relief washed over him, but it vanished almost instantaneously.
A furious roar erupted from the heart of the battlefield, violently shaking the very air.
"YOU DAMN HUMAN!"
Grommash bellowed amidst the devastation, his chest heaving, his eyes ablaze with unbridled rage. He surveyed his surroundings, and the scene only served to intensify his fury.
Ruination was everywhere.
The vanguard lines were shattered, the makeshift encampments had crumbled, and the ground was littered with fractured weaponry, smoldering remnants, and fallen Orc soldiers. Flames still licked across the land, and the acrid smell of blood mingled with smoke hung heavy in the atmosphere.
Innumerable Orcs had perished, and their meticulously arranged formation had been utterly annihilated.
All due to the actions of a single man.
Ragnok's expression contorted as he surveyed the ravaged battlefield, his grip on his blades tightening, his voice emerging low and icy.
"Look at the destruction you've wrought..."
The Orc Divine Knight advanced deliberately, and with each stride, his formidable aura surged with greater intensity, bearing down upon the battlefield like an overwhelming, crushing force. His greatsword quivered slightly in his grasp as potent killing intent radiated from him.
"You believe you can perpetrate such devastation and simply depart?" he inquired, his voice resonating with chilling fury.
His gaze became fixated upon Ethan.
"I shall personally end your life."
The remaining Orc forces united in a thunderous roar, their collective killing intent surging anew as they prepared to charge, while the Mythic-ranked warriors moved in concert, encircling Ethan from every direction.
Ethan exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing infinitesimally.
His body was already spent, and his mana reserves had dwindled to a perilous level, yet his eyes remained serenely calm.
"Yes... I should depart now," he muttered under his breath.
He understood that lingering any longer would inevitably lead to his demise.
He didn't hesitate, raising his hand once more. This time, the arcane circles that materialized were significantly more intricate and monumental. Layers of luminous runes unfurled across the ground, while multiple concentric circles formed above and encircling him, each spinning and interlocking as immense power rapidly coalesced.
"Arcane Thunder Blast."
The entire battleground was suddenly illuminated.
A colossal magical formation expanded outward from beneath his feet, complemented by smaller, orbiting circles overhead. The very atmosphere began to thrum under the immense pressure of the drawn-in energy.
For a fleeting instant, the world seemed to slow down.
A peculiar sense of having experienced this before washed over the assembled Orcs.
Ragnok’s eyes widened minutely, and he took an involuntary step forward.
"Not again…"
The Orc Divine Knight’s countenance shifted instantaneously, his instincts reacting far quicker than any conscious thought could manage.
"No… stop him from casting!" he bellowed, his voice resonating across the battlefield.
Without a second's pause, he launched himself skyward, his imposing silhouette appearing directly above Ethan in mere moments. He hoisted his colossal greatsword overhead, its blade now channeling a terrifying surge of power, poised for a devastating downward strike.
"I will cleave you down before you can finish!"
Simultaneously, Grommash and Ragnok charged forward from opposing flanks, their assaults precisely targeted at Ethan and the burgeoning magical formation, aiming to shatter it before its activation.
The oppressive force converged from all conceivable directions, the air itself vibrating as three potent assaults descended in unison.
Ethan remained positioned at the epicenter of this maelstrom, his expression utterly unperturbed.
The arcane circles accelerated their spin, the contained energy surged to its zenith, and the surrounding luminescence intensified dramatically.
In the very next moment, the incoming strikes were on the cusp of impact, and the ultimate victor of this climactic confrontation would seal the fate of all.