Sand Mage of the Burnt Desert

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Chapter 201

Boom! Boom!

Every step the creature took was accompanied by a powerful tremor and a cloud of dust.

A bipedal monster standing well over six meters tall.

Its physique resembled a human, but the muscles covering its entire body were overwhelmingly intimidating.

The creature's muscles writhed with fury, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Its name was Ogre.

A manifestation of violence, even Cyclops, another bipedal monster, feared to confront.

The Ogre walking alone through the desert was a rare Spotted Ogre, with large spots adorning its upper body.

The Spotted Ogre was significantly stronger than the average Ogre.

Its immense power could tear apart most monsters in an instant.

This Spotted Ogre roamed the desert alone, ostracized by its kind for its overwhelming strength.

In a fit of rage, it had torn apart five of its kind who had shunned it.

Although it sustained significant injuries from battling five opponents at once, such wounds were nothing to the Spotted Ogre.

For an Ogre, these wounds were routine.

Though not as regenerative as a Troll, an Ogre also possessed a considerable healing ability.

These wounds would heal within a day or two.

Boom!

Suddenly, the Spotted Ogre came to a halt.

It was due to a presence standing a hundred meters ahead.

“Grr?”

The Spotted Ogre tilted its head in confusion.

In front of it stood another bipedal monster, roughly the size of the Spotted Ogre's chest.

It was an Orc.

A creature ranking high among bipedal monsters, yet nowhere near the Ogre in terms of power.

While it might inspire fear in other creatures, to the Ogre, it was nothing more than a snack.

Both the Ogre and the Orc knew this. Usually, the sight of an Ogre would make an Orc flee immediately. Yet this Orc stood its ground, glaring defiantly at the Spotted Ogre.

This Orc was as unusual as the Spotted Ogre.

It was twice the size of a typical Orc, reaching the chest of the Spotted Ogre.

It was comparable in size to an average Ogre.

The numerous scars and wounds covering its body indicated it was a being of exceptional strength.

Despite these nearly fatal injuries, the fact that it was still alive showcased its extraordinary resilience.

The Orc spoke to the Spotted Ogre.

“My name is Orca, Great Chieftain of the Orcs. I will capture you to prove my strength to the world.”

A Great Chieftain was a hero among the Orcs, born with the mission to prove themselves.

Orca had chosen the Spotted Ogre as his target.

The Spotted Ogre, a tyrant of the desert, was as unique and fierce as Orca.

Although the Spotted Ogre couldn’t understand Orca's words, it didn’t matter.

Orca’s fighting spirit emanating from his entire body made his intentions clear.

Even without this provocation, the Spotted Ogre never spared anything blocking its path, especially an Orc.

No matter how large Orca was, he couldn’t compare to the Spotted Ogre.

“Grrrrkk!”

The Spotted Ogre roared, shaking the desert.

In response, Orca intensified his fighting spirit.

“Here I come, Orca!”

Orca charged at the Spotted Ogre.

The Spotted Ogre also lunged forward to tear the insolent Orc apart.

Boom!

The two gigantic beings collided in the middle of the desert.

No finesse or tricks were involved.

It was a clash of pure physical strength.

Surprisingly, the smaller Orca emerged victorious from the clash.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The much larger Spotted Ogre was pushed back with heavy footsteps.

The Spotted Ogre tilted its head in disbelief.

Orca spoke to the Spotted Ogre.

“Orca is stronger than you…”

“Ghhrrr!”

The Spotted Ogre roared in denial and charged again.

Orca met the charge, locking arms with the Spotted Ogre.

The two massive beings engaged in a test of strength.

Logically, the Spotted Ogre had the advantage.

In nature, size and muscle mass determined the victor.

However, Orca defied this logic, matching the Spotted Ogre’s strength.

Their muscles bulged like ropes, faces red and breath heavy.

Muscles swelled, and hearts pounded wildly.

It seemed their bodies might explode.

Neither yielded.

The two gigantic beings exerted all their strength to overpower each other.

Boom!

After a moment of tense struggle, the balance tipped.

Amazingly, Orca was the victor.

The colossal Spotted Ogre knelt in defeat.

Yet Orca did not relent.

Creak!

The Spotted Ogre’s massive body bent backwards.

Fear flickered in the Spotted Ogre’s eyes for the first time. It knew its back would break if it bent any further.

Desperately, the Spotted Ogre summoned all its strength.

But no matter how hard it tried, the pressure did not lessen.

“Die!”

Orca’s strength surged explosively.

Crack!

The Spotted Ogre’s spine snapped with a sound, killing it instantly.

“Chwiit! I am the victor.”

Orca twisted the Spotted Ogre’s neck, easily severing its head from its body.

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Standing on the Spotted Ogre’s corpse, Orca drank the blood flowing from its severed head.

He felt the Ogre’s soul and power transferring to him.

A red aura emanated from his body.

He had achieved a new level of strength.

Filled with surging power and elation, Orca roared.

“Raaah!”

Orca’s roar echoed through the desert.

All monsters in the area cowered in fear and hid underground.

At that moment, an old Orc who had been watching from afar cautiously approached.

“Congratulations on your victory, Great Chieftain!”

“An expected outcome, Priest!”

“I am so pleased by the birth of our Great Chieftain.”

The old Orc, called the Priest, spoke with a trembling voice.

A Great Chieftain was the hope of all Orcs.

With the birth of a Great Chieftain, the Orc race would flourish and conquer the world.

Since Orca’s birth, the Orcs had grown significantly in number.

Many Orcs with exceptional talents had been born and grown into powerful adults.

They all genuinely followed Orca.

The old Priest was convinced that Orca would lead the Orcs to dominate the Earth.

Orca spoke to the Priest.

“It looks like there’s no need for me to prove myself anymore.”

Through countless battles, Orca had grown.

Now, having reached the peak of his growth, there was nothing more to gain from further battles.

“Yes, Great Chieftain.”

“From now on, we will start a conquest war.”

Orca’s gaze turned towards Neo Seoul.

He knew of the massive city built by humans in the middle of the desert.

Previously, he had not dared to approach Neo Seoul.

An inexplicable fear gnawed at his heart. But now, after achieving a higher level of strength, things were different.

Despite a lingering fear deep in his heart, he felt he could give it a try.

Even now, Orcs scattered throughout the desert were gathering under his command.

He was confident that with the Orc army fully assembled, even Neo Seoul could be conquered.

At that moment, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Chwiit! I have a report.”

An Orc rider hurried over.

“What is it?”

The Priest asked irritably.

He disliked being disturbed by a mere Orc rider during such a significant moment.

“Chwiit! Sorry.”

The Orc rider lowered his head at the Priest’s irritation. Orca spoke.

“Speak.”

“The young Orcs coming here have all been killed.”

“Young Orcs? Do you mean the ones in communal care?”

“Chwiit! It seems humans did it.”

“Humans killed our young Orcs?”

“Yes.”

The Orc rider trembled at Orca’s fury.

A dreadful red aura emanated from Orca’s body.

“How dare humans kill our Orc children?”

“They’re being tracked now.”

“Tracked? By the Orc riders?”

“Yes.”

Orca frowned momentarily before calling out loudly.

“Ashanka!”

“Yes, Great Chieftain!”

Shortly, a massive Orc, nearly as large as Orca, appeared.

This was Ashanka, the second-in-command among the Orcs.

He was an Orc of immense power who might have become the Great Chieftain if not for Orca.

“Find and kill the humans who killed our young.”

“Understood. I, Ashanka, will find and kill them.”

“Take the Red Hammer tribe with you.”

“Understood.”

Ashanka grinned, baring yellow teeth.

The Red Hammer tribe was the most belligerent among the Orcs. It was also Ashanka’s tribe.

They had over a thousand pure warriors, a formidable force.

“I will head to Neo Seoul. Deal with the humans who killed our young and join me.”

“Understood. Ashanka will follow your command.”

Ashanka slung a massive war hammer over his shoulder.

That day, over a thousand Orcs set out to find and kill the humans who had killed their young.

* * *

“Amazing!”

Urtian murmured as he looked around the dramatically transformed interior of the Steel Fortress.

In a short time, the Steel Fortress had changed rapidly.

Destroyed houses were all restored, and the streets were bustling with people.

People walked through the streets with smiles, chatting happily with those next to them.

The women of the Red Storm mingled and laughed with the original inhabitants of the Steel Fortress.

It was a sight unimaginable before.

Urtian stared blankly at the scene.

He hadn’t realized how much the smiles on people's faces would make him happy.

Urtian muttered to himself without realizing it.

“I have land to protect now.”

“Is it a burden?”

A voice came from behind him.

A smile spread across Urtian’s face.

“A burden? Of course it is. But it’s not unpleasant.”

When he turned around, the man who had inflicted his only defeat was watching.

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