My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Wiping the Orcs, Sacrifice! Sacrifice!

Every Orc at this moment felt the cold shiver down their spines.

The high heat from the flames cast a gloom of their shadows, and they were terrified in their hearts.

Even their war instinct seemed to be suppressed for a moment, but still won in the end, and they charged at Eryke the Third like war-hungry monsters.

Eryke the Third only sneered in response with a shake of his head:

"It seems like you will only understand after you get it the hard way."

Black haze completely surrounded his body.

He raised his hand and extended his fingers to raise the battle axe as he lightly pushed.

The orc’s hand was sent away by a margin, its eyes wide in disbelief.

Then it looked on as Eryke the Third raised his other finger and flicked its forehead.

Bang!

The Orc was sent hurtling through the air, crash-landing into a tree and completely breaking it, and landing on another tree before its momentum finally stopped.

A strange silence ensued in the place, only for a war-hungry cry to resound right after it.

They all ran towards him, raising their battle axes.

Seeing their crazed expression, Eryke the Third frowned:

"Something is wrong with these Orcs. Even if the battle instinct is engraved in their souls and they are not afraid of dying, are they willing to die just like this?"

His nose twitched. He could smell that something is fishy from a million miles away, and he wanted to know what was wrong with it.

Thinking hard over and over in his mind, Eryke the Third couldn’t exactly come to any conclusion right now, which only deepened his frown.

"Oh, well, if I can’t do it in a simple way, then I have to brute force my way."

Taking a deep breath, Eryke the Third directly punched casually.

The first Orc that met his fist slammed into the trees and was completely knocked out cold, but the Orcs didn’t care.

Five Orcs slashed at him, and he just stood, tanking the hit. He didn’t move a step behind, nor was there even a single injury on his body!

"Is this what that Dragon felt when I faced him? Nothing but a mere worm."

He shook his head:

"I was not a mere worm, at least. I did ignite the emotion of the Dragon, hehe, but these orcs are nothing."

As Eryke the Third mused to himself, the orcs suddenly abandoned their battle axes and lunged at him, forming a pile atop his body.

Even he was briefly stunned by the crushing pressure that bound him.

"This..."

The weight mounted, and he nearly dropped to his knees.

The second orc added more strain; the third forced his muscles to tense.

The fifth... the sixth...

As the orcs continued to pile on, Eryke the Third finally collapsed to his knees.

And with the last orc, he lay flat on the ground, buried beneath a massive orc pile.

Even he couldn’t help but feel the pressure mounting above him, completely overwhelming him.

Sigh.

He raised his hand, and a black mass swiftly gathered in his palm, condensing into the shape of a spear.