Chapter 672: The Battle Rages
George stared at the ogres ahead, raising his pistol and shouting orders as he squeezed the trigger: "Kill that green-skinned beast!"
Bang!
A bullet etched with an explosive rune shot from the rifle’s barrel, striking Jushan square in the chest.
This bullet had been issued to George by the Imperial Magic Department—a rare privilege even for a Division Commander. Only three such rounds were allocated per officer, each packing power comparable to a Fifth-Level Spell.
Boom!
The explosion detonated inside the ogre’s body, tearing open its thick flesh and tough hide in an instant. The chest cavity ripped wide, exposing the inner organs in a gruesome spectacle.
The heart pounded violently, lungs heaved, the stomach charred to ash, and intestines spilled out into the air. In an instant, nearly every internal organ lay bare.
No ordinary creature could survive such wounds—most would be dead or near death. But Jushan’s life force was astonishingly resilient. Its flesh writhed like a swarm of meat worms, stretching and pulling itself together in visible strands, rapidly sealing the gaping wound.
The ogre was drenched in blood, scarred from countless wounds, and entangled in electric wires.
"Waaaagh!"
Now, Jushan stood atop a mound of corpses, eyes blazing crimson, roaring to the sky in a blood-soaked fury—a scene of utter horror.
With every bellow, the corpses beneath its feet began to stir. Green-skinned ogre remains twitched and writhed, transforming into creeping mycelium that climbed up its legs, fusing with its body like living vines.
A powerful, frenzied aura of intimidation spread outward—born from the collective willpower of thousands of slain green-skinned ogres,凝聚 into a force field that pressed down on every soul in the Empire’s ranks.
George felt a chill crawl up his spine. This isn’t right.
Memories flashed in his mind—words spoken by the Stellarfallen: "This boss is entering its Second Phase!"
Bang! Bang-bang!
He fired wildly, screaming: "Attack! All-out assault—concentrate fire on this damned green-skinned abomination!"
"Kill it!"
"This cursed beast! For the Empire!"
Dozens of light and heavy machine guns roared in unison, spitting flame from their barrels like a storm of fire. Bullets rained down upon Jushan, tearing through its flesh and skin—yet the wounds closed almost instantly, the torn flesh regrowing in seconds.
The machine-gun rounds didn’t kill. Instead, they were absorbed—digested, fused into the beast’s body. Metallic sheen began to bloom along Jushan’s claws and fangs.
Whoosh—
Several fire arrows streaked through the air, trailing white smoke and flames from different angles. But the force field was too strong—half exploded mid-air, the rest only scorched the ogre’s skin.
Then, a volley of grenades soared from the trench, detonating in rapid succession. Dust and debris flew skyward, shrapnel slicing through the air—but still, Jushan stood unharmed.
"Die, you damned green-skinned monster! Give back my brother’s life!"
A massive ogre heavy shield infantry rose to his feet, hefting a rocket launcher. He aimed at Jushan’s head and fired—a piercing armor-piercing round capable of punching through stone walls.
The shell screamed through the air, trailing smoke, and struck Jushan’s forehead with terrifying speed.
Boom!
The hardened steel tip pierced through the skull, using sheer kinetic force to shatter bone. Then, internal explosion unleashed a high-velocity metal jet—blasting half of the ogre’s head clean off, brains splattering across the battlefield.
"Yes! Not bad for a new Imperial Bureau weapon—finally, justice!"
The ogre grinned, ecstatic. At last, the beast that had taken his brother was dead.
"Long live the Empire!"
"These green-skinned vermin were no match!"
"I’ll take its claws and turn them into trophies—hang them on my wall back home!"
The Imperial soldiers erupted into cheers, celebrating the kill. Even George let out a quiet breath of relief.
But then—something felt wrong.
A cold dread crept into his gut. He suddenly realized—he’d forgotten something.
No. The beast was dead. Yet the chaotic, frenzied force field still remained, pressing down on every soldier’s soul.
George spun around, eyes locking onto the half-dead ogre corpse.
From the pile of remains, a series of wet plop sounds echoed. The dead bodies twitched, their mouths and nostrils exhaling thick clouds of spores. The corpses merged and twisted, forming grotesque meat masses and writhing vines that surged toward Jushan from all directions.
Then—something even more horrifying happened.
A brand-new head sprouted from the neck wound, eyes glistening with slime, staring coldly at George. A twisted, feral smile stretched across its face.
"You... can't kill me."
"Damned! It's still alive! Keep firing! Don’t stop—keep pouring fire!" George shouted frantically.
"By Kai Xiusu’s name—what kind of monster is this?! How is this possible!"
"Disgusting abominations! Destroy it!"
"Damn it—I’ll burn this thing to ash!"
Boom!
Pew-pew-pew—
Artillery roared. Bullets, grenades, shells—hurled like rain. Explosions ripped through the ground, flattening the earth for feet around. Flames erupted from flamethrowers, unleashing roaring rivers of fire, scorching the ogre’s flesh to charcoal.
But Jushan was relentless.
With tens of thousands of corpses as raw material, fused with the power of the Ogre Force Field, it had become something beyond death—nearly immortal.
In the embrace of spores and mycelium, Jushan grew to over six meters tall. Muscles bulged like tree roots, veins thick and knotted, claws and fangs now gleaming with metallic cold.
After enduring the bombardment of Imperial artillery, it had transformed into a brutal, unstoppable war machine.
"Waaaagh!"
Another roar. The force field expanded, crushing the air. Bullets and shells froze mid-flight, falling like dead weight to the ground with sharp clinks.
"Hahahaha! Empire dogs! You can’t kill me! I’ll crush you flat!"
George fired, shouting: "Maximize the electric current! We must contain it!"
The massive nets wrapped around Jushan flared with blinding electricity—zzzzt!—crackling with energy. Arcs danced across its body, scorching the skin anew.
Then, a dozen metal spheres soared from the trench, unfurling mid-air into a vast, intricate web—dense, unbreakable, sealing Jushan in a cage of steel.
After years of war, the Empire’s soldiers had perfected tactics for large monsters. Now, they put them into action.
Jushan grinned, revealing jagged fangs. "You think this trash can hold me?"
With a roar, it strained against the net, muscles bulging, veins pulsing like roots. With a single, brutal pull, it tore the spider-silk capture net apart.
Then, with a swing of its war hammer, it cleaved through the encircling web with a crack, cutting through the steel mesh like paper.
Jushan turned its new, living head toward George, tilting it with a mocking gaze. "You... were the one who wanted to kill me?"
The Ogre Power Field surged forward—oppressive, suffocating.
George’s forehead broke into sweat, his heart racing, breath ragged. His hands trembled around his sword and rifle.
But George knew—now was not the time to show fear.
If he faltered, the entire army would collapse. His honor, his status, his hard-won strength—all would vanish in an instant.
He was the backbone of this army. One flicker of fear from him, and it would spread like wildfire through every soldier.
So, steeling himself, George raised his pistol, locked eyes with the beast, and shouted: "Yes. It was me. You, ogres, are a threat to the Empire. King Kai Xiusu himself issued the order—you will be wiped out. Every last one of you."
Bang!
The bullet tore from the barrel, aimed straight at Jushan’s head.
But Jushan was faster.
It raised its war hammer, blocking the shot. The bullet exploded mid-air.
Jushan lifted the hammer high, leapt into the air—then laughed, "Perfect. I was thinking the same thing. All of you Empire dogs—you’re all going to die!"
How fast! George gasped.
The ogre leapt nearly seven meters into the air—far beyond what a creature of its size should be capable of. Its movements were agile, precise—like a master warrior, not a monstrous colossus.
Yet George was ready. His muscles tensed, Dragon Blood surging through his veins. He backflipped mid-air, firing as he twisted—aiming at the descending ogre.
Boom—
Jushan crashed down, the war hammer hammering into the ground and carving a massive pit. The earth trembled, debris and dust exploded upward.
But George had already dodged.
Through the smoke, he fired another explosive round.
Bang!
But the ogre’s instincts were uncanny. A slight tilt of the head—the bullet missed by inches.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Jushan swung its hammer like a storm, smashing the ground with terrifying speed, creating craters with every strike. George barely avoided each blow—dodging, rolling, flipping.
"This beast is tireless!" George spat, tossing aside his pistol—empty after three rounds.
He drew his longsword, slashing and parrying, desperately defending against the relentless assault.
Even a glancing hit sent shockwaves through his arms—his palms burned, his grip nearly failing.
"George-sama! I’ll help!"
A group of ogres charged forward, carrying great shields and massive battle axes, their auras blazing with fury.
"Hahahaha! More fools!"
Jushan laughed, leaping again—this time with unstoppable momentum, slamming down with the force of a falling mountain.
Boom!
The great shield shattered instantly. Splinters flew. The ogre behind it was crushed into a bloody pulp, buried deep into the earth.
Jushan continued its advance, war hammer swinging, its target clear: George.
"Weak! Pathetic! Empire men are nothing! You’re not even worth my full strength! Bring your Emperor—that giant lizard—out to play with me!"
"Shut up!" George snarled.
He had climbed too high, too far. He would not let this creature—this monster—defile the Emperor he revered above all.
The Emperor had given him a second life. He had transformed him from a lowly peasant laborer into a proud noble. To hear such blasphemy—it was unbearable.
Rage surged through George’s veins. His Dragon Blood boiled. A primal roar tore from his throat—a dragon’s fury unleashed.
"ROOOOAAARRR!"
"You filthy green-skinned abomination! How dare you insult His Majesty! You will die!"
But in his fury, he stood frozen—too close, too exposed. Jushan could charge at any moment, crushing him like a bug.
Jushan’s eyes lit up with glee.
"Hahahaha! I see it! You’re furious! And fury… leads to death!"
Whoosh—
The war hammer screamed through the air. The hammerhead’s steel tube glowed red-hot, emitting unnatural heat. It came down with crushing force.
Jushan trembled with excitement. Soon, it would crush that arrogant officer into pulp. Soon, the soldiers would scatter like sheep.
And then… it would take the man’s medal—that shiny little trinket—it looked nice. A trophy worth keeping.
Is this the end? George thought, looking up at the descending hammer.
In that moment, memories flooded back—his life as a peasant, the tension of spying, the thrill of being watched, the euphoria of battlefield glory.
Then—something stirred at his back.
A bulge. A pressure. Something about to emerge.
His Dragon Blood surged, pumping through his veins. His heart hammered—that familiar sensation.
Before him, the war hammer descended.
And in his mind, he saw the Red Dragon Noble—King Kai Xiusu—radiating supreme authority. That calm, golden gaze, piercing through him with overwhelming presence.
"King Kai Xiusu..." George whispered.
His gaze turned wild, desperate—fear of death vanished.
"Die!" Jushan roared.
Shriiiiiik—
With a sound like tearing cloth, the bulge on George’s back burst open.
Two crimson-scaled dragon wings unfurled—flaring, beating—lifting him into the air in a single, powerful sweep.
(End of Chapter)
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