Kalodan let out a muffled groan as he felt the bones in his toes shatter. However, this injury was not enough to affect the Orc's movements. The dark Orc leader bent his knees and jumped back, putting some distance between him and the humanoid monster.
From the beginning to the end, Caesar did not move a single step. He looked at the Orc who attacked violently and then retreated abruptly. It was only when Kalodan reached a safe distance that he stopped and said, "Is that all you've got?"
"Of course not."
Kalodan raised his head proudly, as if unwilling to show weakness. He bent his back, and his muscles quickly bulged. The power of his bloodline made the Orc's fangs become more restrained, and his body grew another 30 centimeters. He took a deep breath and said, "Caesar Tangerine, a powerful opponent. I will remember this name."
As soon as his voice fell, he rushed forward again, his speed twice as fast as before. He bent his knees, jumped, and used the same move again. The dark beastman in the air let out a low roar, and the power of the Legend rank burst out, causing a loud gust of wind to rush into their eyes.
Caesar looked up at the dark Orc descending from the sky. It was not until the blade was about to touch him that he stretched out his hand, or rather, his claw.
Clang!
There was a sharp sound of metal colliding. The giant blade was caught, and a series of fierce sparks flew out from the collision between the blade and the claw. However, the Orc could not move an inch. Even the dark Orc who was holding the hilt of the blade was suspended in the air.
"This is impossible!"
Kalodan stared at the claw holding the giant blade and shook his head in panic. He wasn't surprised that Caesar could block the blade, but that Caesar's face was as calm as ever when he blocked such a huge force. His arm didn't even bend, and the ground under his feet didn't show any signs of sinking.
This was not in line with the Orc's understanding. Kalodan's bloody hand proved that this was not a performance. Where did such a huge force go?
Caesar looked at him and said, "Orc, you don't know what is impossible."
The black dragon began to exert force. Cracks began to appear on the edge of the giant blade, which quickly spread. Even Kalodan himself didn't know what material the dark giant blade was made of. It was created by Monet, and it began to disintegrate.
Caesar clenched his fist, and Kalodan's weapon completely exploded, scattering in all directions. The sharp fragments penetrated the tree stump and the ground, and also the dark Orc's body.
Kalodan, holding the hilt and returning to the ground, lowered his head and found that blood was flowing out of his abdomen.
"I admit, you win."
Kalodan panted as he spoke. His opponent hadn't directly attacked him, but just the shockwaves and recoil from the battle had caused him to suffer multiple injuries. It was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker.
..............
"This is already Kalodan Scarron's limit. Logically speaking, I have already lost."
. Kalodan's dark face had a trace of blood. He lowered his head in shame, "But we have a mission that we must complete, so I'm sorry."
As he spoke, the Dark Beastman's body swelled up once again. Countless muscles bulged on his body, growing into tumor-like lumps. The lumps kept growing bigger and bigger, growing longer and longer. It was as if his body was explosively multiplying, rapidly expanding to two times its original size, three times …
Five meters!
Ten meters!
Twenty meters!
Thirty meters!
Kalodan's body had swelled to a height of thirty meters. His muscles twisted together to form layers that wrapped around his body, as if he was wearing heavy armor. The sharp fangs protruding from his mouth were thick and sharp, arching up from his cheeks like a helmet.
"Now, you will face Monet's outstanding creation: the Orc King!"
Carlodan's voice became deep and heavy. Every word he said sounded like a low growl. His tone had also changed completely, as if he had changed into a different personality.
The power that belonged to Monet surged in Kalodan's body. He stretched out his hand, and the dark giant blade appeared again in the form of a shadow. The Orc raised the giant blade high, and a blade-like hurricane suddenly burst out from his body.
Whoosh!
The blade disappeared.
Caesar stared at the so-called Orc King.
Boom!
The ground caved in, and the ground sank under the immense pressure. The ground of the swamp area that had been baked into hard soil by Caesar instantly caved in by almost one meter. Monet's energy produced an annihilating destructive power, shattering everything around Kalodan.
This was the limit of power that a Legendary Stage expert could unleash. It could destroy everything as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. The other beastmen tried their best to stabilize their bodies in the fierce wind. They looked at Kalodan's body with complicated expressions.
"All creatures will be punished."
In the fierce wind, the giant Orc panted for a while, and then roared. His voice echoed throughout the area, "For Quel 'dorei, revenge!"
"Is that all?" A voice that had never been heard before appeared. It was low and deep.
The giant Orc opened his eyes wide and tried to stare at the fierce wind. He did not doubt his own power, and he even believed that this humanoid monster was dead.
But it seemed that this was not the case. The other party's condition seemed to be … not bad?
The hurricane was torn apart, and an unimaginable giant claw reached out of the storm. It pinched the giant Orc's head as fast as lightning, lifting his feet off the ground. His thirty-meter-long body was completely lifted up, and then he fell back to the ground with a bang.
The Orcs saw the body of the giant dragon. He pressed his front claw on the head of the leader, and with an irresistible force, he pressed the giant Orc's face into the ground. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape. He was firmly bound by the claws.
The Black Dragon's posture was like disciplining a cub. "You disappoint me," he said.
"Roar!"
The giant Orc roared like a beast. His already complicated voice became even more blurred because of the mud. He used his hands to support his body, and he slowly raised his head.
"I am the son of Monet, the Orc King. No one, no one can …"
"Bang."
The Black Dragon used more strength, interrupted the Orc's words, and pressed him back into the ground. His ferocious head reached out to the giant Orc's ear and whispered, "I have seen a real Orc King, and he is not like you."
After saying this, he twisted the giant Orc's head.
"Kill him!"
The death of the giant Orc did not make the other Orcs retreat. Instead, it gave the Shaman the command. Under his command, the Thunderstorm directly descended on the Black Dragon's huge body.
The dark Orcs all bared their teeth and charged at the Black Dragon, but there were only a few of them who had the bloodline status. It seemed that even during the Skalon Dynasty, the Orcs could not use this kind of enhanced strength.
Caesar flapped his wings twice, and his four limbs left the ground. He looked down at the dark Orcs who were not afraid of death and took a light breath.
An unparalleled light bloomed in the Black Dragon's mouth. It was as if there was a sun in it, and the terrifying heat caused the air to distort and the light to dislocate. When the fusion breath swept past, the mountains in the distance were immediately cut off, and the whole area was turned into a wasteland.