Chapter 225: Beast Awakens

Chapter 225: Beast Awakens

Gerald directed his gaze to the female Phoenix Knight who he saw once before.

"Hey you, errwoman, where are the others?"

Igrit, who he was pointing at, woke up from her stupor and stumbled over her words.

"T-Tabbris and his team I mean He took most of the warriors underground It It was a trap! They knew we were coming!"

"Oh?" Gerald's eyes narrowed to a slit and he turned to the strongest of the Orcs present, "You, beast! What's this all about? You knew we were coming here? Where is the rest of your forces hiding?!"

The Orc Elite was surprised that a human could speak its language, but that didn't change a thing. It roared back, "A lower form filthy rat wants to speak with me?! Roar! Crush this arrogant human's spirit and devour his flesh! Tear him apart!"

The tranquil battlefield turned chaotic at once. The Goblins, Hobgoblins, and Orcs alike now had only one target to concentrate their firepower on.

"Come and get it, you freaks!"

Gerald similarly took an aggressive stance, but before attacking, he took out five Ice Barrier scrolls and activated them at once, before casting them on the wounded and exhausted warriors.

"Stay there and don't come out if you wish to stay alive!" he shouted. "I'll show you how one should deal with these filthy beasts!"

As dozens of those small things jumped at him at once, Gerald swung his spear, creating a powerful gust of wind with the help of magic.

The Goblins and Hobgoblins were pushed back while the Orcs simply watched on the sidelines. They might appear calm on the surface, but their eyes told a different story.

Should Gerald leave himself open for an attack, they would not hesitate to dismember him in seconds! They needed but a moment to tear a lone human apart.

In either case, Gerald didn't plan on giving them this chance. After creating some space, he immediately started spewing flames around himself, and any creature stupid enough to approach would be immediately engulfed in the scorching inferno.

It served as a great deterrent to sneak attacks, but it couldn't be used for long as the Mana consumption was high and quite unsustainable. New novel chapters are published on

Then, to preserve some mana, he decided to use his superior physical capabilities to fight. He took a stance, with the shield in front and a spear at the side.

Suddenly a powerful stone pillar struck his back and made him lose his balance. As he fell forward he abandoned his weapon and shield and did a quick roll on the ground.

He turned around with a fierce gaze and his teeth showing, searching for the target. And he soon found it!

The Elite! The leader of this group! It was looking at him in a provoking manner, almost as if challenging him to a duel.

Should he accept, they would engage in a battle one on one, and the rest would simply have to watch.

That's how the hierarchy among the beasts worked. The strong would have special rules, and there only physical prowess mattered.

But Gerald was in no mood for honorable duels, nor was he rational enough to understand it.

Stones and dust rose as his bent legs extended, and he jumped forward like a missile.

His bare hands opened wide, and his fingers bent, resembling claws. A loud roar escaped his throat just before he collided with the Orc Warrior Elite.

Gerald struck the sword with his silver hand and slapped the weapon away effortlessly as the Orc Elite fell backward from the sudden impact.

His throat was suddenly gripped by the monstrously powerful hands of the human and was torn to shreds to the horror of the other people watching.

Almost five tones, that's what Gerald's current strength was, and the unguarded flesh of the Orc was pulled apart as easily as freshly baked bread.

Such a battle was something totally unexpected, and although many layers of ice obstructed their vision, it was still possible to see.

But in their minds, the victor was not a human. It was another monster in the shape of a human! One much stronger and vicious than even the Orcs themselves!

A fountain of warm blood sprayed on Gerald, but he didn't seem to mind. He simply panted loudly as the crimson liquid dripped from his fingers on the ground.

Then suddenlyhe collapsed!

On his knees, and holding his head he howled in pain, and his eyes, still full of rage, were directed towards the sky.