Garcia was shocked. She had never heard of such a case of a Derivative in the information she had received from the Alliance. Whether it was the demon Balor, the beetle Anubalak, or the giant snake Hydra, none of them had such rich emotional changes. And from the words of the Black Orc Derivative, it seemed to know more.
"You — are not a Derivative?"
The Elven Queen asked, trying to stall for time as much as possible. The Tiya Kingdom's reinforcements were about to enter the battlefield, and the neighboring Marja Castle's reinforcements were also on their way.
"Of course.
You're surprised that I have my own thoughts and emotions, but there's no need for that. "
Kalodan stretched his muscles as he spoke. "I'm different from the other Derivatives. They're just tools that Monet implanted with intelligence after he created them. I'm different, because I know who 'I' am."
"Who are you?"
At the same time, he glanced behind him discreetly.
"Kalodan Scaron. That was my name in the past, but I'm long dead, just like them."
He pointed at the silent Black Orcs behind him and said calmly, "But Guush rejected us. He shamefully fled the battlefield, abandoned his people, betrayed his glory, and disappeared without a trace. The gates of the Divine Kingdom were closed, and the Orcs had nowhere to place their souls. They could only enter hell, or stay in some dark corners of Airadia to hide and tremble, until Monet woke up."
"I don't know how the Mother did it either. It allowed our souls to recover and regain their vitality, and created a body that could house the Orcs' souls.
Now, we're fighting in the name of Monet. You can call us Undead Orcs, Sacred Orcs, or New Orcs.
"I think Dark Orcs are more appropriate."
Jessie said with a cold smile. She had never liked the dark side of things. Moreover, the elves and the orcs were mortal enemies.
"It doesn't matter. You can call me whatever you want."
Kalodan, the leader of the Dark Orcs, turned around and grabbed the hilt of the giant black blade again. He pulled it out of the ground lightly. "Even if I know you're stalling for time, I still want to say more because I haven't spoken for many years. Unfortunately, time doesn't allow it. Then … let's begin."
His voice suddenly became ferocious, and he growled, "Kill them all!"
"Roar!" The chimeras roared threateningly.
But this was of no use. The elves were immediately besieged, and the dark beastmen all rushed forward.
However, Garcia wasn't one of them. The only person in front of her was Carlodan, who was slowly approaching her with a giant blade. "You seem to be the king here. I'll give you a fair duel."
As soon as he finished speaking, the derivative began to accelerate.
Garcia took a deep breath and slightly bowed towards the dark beastman Kalodan. Instead of retreating, she began to charge forward. Her movements were exactly the same as the beastman's. She gripped her longsword tightly and prepared for battle. The feedback she received from her senses told her that her opponent was strong, extremely strong, and rarely seen in her life.
Both of them pushed off the ground at the same time, their knees bursting with extraordinary energy. One was swift and the other was firm and fierce. Their bodies drew out two trajectories as they moved at high speed. They leaped, and the edges of their weapons collided in the air.
The expected wrestling segment did not appear.
Garcia was directly sent flying, and the Elven Queen slammed into the ground in the distance. Her calves all sank into the ground below her knees. The opponent's strength was much greater than she had imagined. She looked around and found that most of the other elves had also suffered heavy injuries. These dark beastmen could even pull the chimeras. In terms of strength, they were on a completely different level from the elves.
Their original form was not the beastmen of the third era, but the ancient beastmen that had not been cursed.
Garcia took a deep breath and pulled her leg out of the deep mud. Before she could even think, the dark beastman leader rushed in front of her like a cannonball. He closed in, leaped, and slashed!
The Elven Queen could not achieve such explosive speed and strength. She could only block with her sword horizontally and use her other hand to support the blade.
The giant blade slashed heavily on the long blade. Garcia blocked it, but what followed was a storm of slashes. The second time, the third time, the fourth time … Each slash was faster and heavier than the previous one.
In the end, the Elven Queen could not withstand the continuous attacks and knelt down on one knee. No matter how soft the ground was, it could not withstand such a huge force. The bones in her hands were shattered, and she could barely hold her sword.
But this was not the end. No matter if it was the ancient beastmen, dark beastmen, or dark beastmen, they would not show mercy at this time. After the Elven Queen knelt down, Kalodan immediately kicked her abdomen. The kick was like a Titan's iron hoof, and the spikes on the beastman's iron boots pierced through Garcia's abdomen. The huge force threw her into the sky, and then she was pulled back to the ground by gravity.
"Bang!"
Smoke and dust filled the air.
Before the smoke and dust dispersed, Kalodan had already come to this place. He did not say a word as he dragged his giant blade forward. The sound of the blade rubbing against the ground gradually approached, like the slow tolling of the death god's bell.
"Cough, cough."
No one believed that Garcia could still stand up, but she did it. The Elf Queen's eyes were completely covered in white light, and her body was overflowing with waves of divinity. Her injuries were quickly healing, and her broken bones were reconnected. Her long sword, which already had cracks on it, was covered in white flames. She stared at the dark orc, and her posture was cold and inviolable.
"God's Favor?"
Although it was a questioning tone, Kalodan did not show any surprise on his face. He raised his left hand and pinched the back of his neck. He raised his head slightly and said, "I really envy you lucky creatures."
When he put down his hand, he was no longer a mortal.
Kalodan's scarlet eyes turned sharp, and his body swelled to three meters tall. His muscles bulged and stacked like small hills, and dense veins appeared on the surface of his skin. He looked as ferocious as an abyss demon.
The dark beastman leader activated his bloodline power and stepped into the legendary realm.
From this moment on, the majestic divine energy allowed Garcia to cast spells without restraint. She raised her hand, and the elements instantly gathered at her fingertips, condensing into a raging blade.
The moment Kalodan took a step forward, the storm of blades left the cage.
The Blade Storm flew through the huge space, and every time it collided with each other, it would let out an extremely unpleasant sound of friction. The loose ground was swept up by the huge amount of energy and mixed with the materialized blades as they charged towards the charging Dark Beastmen.
Elements bloomed.
Stars fell.
Sparks.
Flame Explosion!
When Kalodan stood in front of Garcia again, he was covered in blood.
However, this guy did not have any expression of pain on his face, and his movements were as fierce as before. Garcia was forced to fight him in close range again. She actually had a way to close the distance and use spells to attack Kalodan, but there were elves fighting the dark beastman everywhere, and she was afraid of accidentally injuring her own.
"Why …" Garcia was shocked by the orc's transformation. He could not help but ask as he continued to parry, "You told me that this is a body created by Monet. How can such a body use the ancient orc's bloodline power?"
Kalodan heard her words and did not mind giving an explanation, but his words were almost a growl due to the fierce attacks, "Because you don't understand, you don't understand where our power comes from. You think it's from our bloodline?
You are gravely mistaken! "
It was a powerful blow.
Garcia instinctively dodged, but the dark beastman's left arm, which had turned into a claw, covered her and hindered her movements. She had no choice but to change from dodging to defending. The giant blade hit the queen's radiant longsword, and the power tore her flesh again.
But this was an opportunity. Garcia took advantage of the gap when the dark beastman raised his sword a second time, endured the pain in her arm, and stabbed the longsword at Kalodan's chest as fast as lightning. The white flames on the radiant longsword burned fiercely, and it would only take a second to burn the blood and organs.
"The elves' fighting skills are really terrible," Kalodan said inexplicably.
The next moment, he grabbed the longsword with his left hand, grabbed it, and locked it. The surging white flames almost burned through his hand, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air, but the dark beastman did not care, and showed an "I'm sorry" expression to Garcia.
The giant blade came again.
The screams of metal, the cries of flesh, and the screams of bones. The sharp blade tore the queen's armor, cut open the queen's abdomen, and cut the queen's bones. The giant blade came out from her back, and the fragrant red blood of the elves gushed out from the wound. Under the extremely high blood pressure, it was like a flood that broke the dam.
The elven queen was sent flying, and fell like a kite with a broken string. Even the divine energy supporting her body could not withstand the huge force, and the dark beastman's final attack almost separated her body.
"Your Majesty!" This scene made many elves scream in the distance.
Garcia was as light as a leaf, and she floated into the distance and fell on her back. The soil under her body was quickly soaked in blood, and her breath gradually weakened. Her white hair spread out like a flower blooming in a pool of blood.