343 Chapter 343: Ro

Although she knew Derik and Cyrus were ridiculously powerful, she still didn't expect Derik to be able to take a direct hit from Mol and shrug it off as if nothing happened. Mol was the chief of the Orakh orc clan known for its insane physical capabilities and Mol was the strongest chieftain the clan has ever had, capable of shattering mountains with a single punch, yet Derik took a direct hit and still looked unfazed by the attack.

"Monsters!" Uram cried out and retreated even farther than her usual position the moment she noticed Derik's gaze on her.

"Don't worry I won't act against you until you cast that spell of yours… You are the first orc I have met who uses incantations… I am curious as to what orc spells look like… I suggest you give me your best" Derik said with a charming smile on his face.

But even then Uram didn't feel any better, instead, she felt worse. It was like the world around her collapsed and a darkish green aura escaped Derik's body to take the shape of a fiery skull, steadily increasing in size until Uram was like an ant staring at a giant.

"Uram snap out of it!" Berivs's voice brought her back to reality.

At this point, Uram realized she had been holding her breath all the while and she was covered in sweat. She looked at Berivs only to realize the young orc was covered in shallow cut wounds and his black knight's armor was reduced to metal scraps.

"That's a nasty thing to do Derik… Don't forget I had a crush on her just a few minutes ago" Cyrus complained but the smile on his face betrayed his serious tone.

"I swear I did nothing, I only gazed into her eye, she was the one imagining stuff…" Derik said with an innocent look on his face.

"Now, what about you… won't you attack a second time? Or should I throw a punch first?" Derik said with the same charming smile on his face, making Mol who has been lost in thought to flinch and take a step back.

Only after taking a step back did the orc realize the blunder it had committed. Not only did it allow Derik ridicule the strength which its ancestors used to stand at the top in the past but he also insulted all orcs in general. An orc warlord such as himself, retreating in battle was not acceptable and it was a shameful act which is punishable by death!

"Don't you dare look down on the Orakh Clan!!!" Mol roared as his bushy beards and hair fluttered in the wind.

His eyes released a green glow as steam gushed out of every opening in his body, soon consuming he and Derik, making the others unable to see them, but of course, Derik and Cyrus could see him clearly. Within the smoke Derik was slightly astonished to see that the already massive orc had doubled in size, towering over him easily. All the muscles in his body were bulging and veins kept popping out randomly.

Bang!

Orakh clan secret technique: Unbreakable!

Mol screaming the name of the greatest technique in the Orakh clan attracted the undivided support of all the orcs in the settlement as they chanted his name and roared in defiance. Their voices and cry rekindled the confidence Mol lost and even though they couldn't see him within the mist, they were sure when the mist clears, only Mol would be standing.

"Now pay for your crimes against my ancestors with your blood!" Mol roared as he clasped his hands together before swinging down both hands viciously, aiming to deal a killing blow!

BOOOM!

The shockwave from the attack tossed Berivs and Uram away as if they were rags and even the orcs within the settlement would have been affected if not for the barrier set over them by the unknown master. The steam was blown away and the orcs were expecting to see Derik's corpse falling off the skies but then they all noticed something. Cyrus had not moved from his spot and he didn't look bothered either, the smile on his face never faded and he didn't even bother to glance at Derik.

"Crimes against your ancestors? All these ancient relics of the past… I believe its time you all fade away… I will start with you, then the one responsible for that barrier and finally your creator" Derik's words shut the orcs up and replaced their excitement with fear.

When the smoke cleared, Derik was seen gripping Mol's hands with a single hand. He didn't seem injured or fazed by the attack but Mol was already trembling badly with fear and sweating terribly.

"Let me take your pain away… The fear will be gone too… I promise it won't hurt" Derik said those words calmly but this even increased the fear all the orcs felt.

He slowly placed his finger on Mol's chest since he couldn't reach his head. At this point, his eyes let out a green glow and his death aura visibly flowed through his body, all the way to his fingertip and flowed into Mol's body. The orc was paralyzed by an unknown force, unable to take his eyes off Derik's blazing green skull-shaped pupils.

"The purpose of all life is death… Rot away, my friend" Derik spoke slowly so that everyone would hear and understand each and every single word he spoke.

Right before everyone's eyes, Mol turned gray and his skin slowly began to peel! It didn't take long before countless cracks appeared all over his boy but even then the fear in his eyes told everyone who was able to see it that the orc was still alive but it couldn't even fight against Derik's power. Derik then took a step forward and blew at Mol lightly from his mouth, making his body crumble and turn into dust. 

On that very day, Mol of the Orakh clan, known for his godly strength was defeated so easily, he didn't even have the chance to struggle!