*Boom!*
The Battle Titan was pushed back.
Deep furrows formed in the ground.
Scrap Cannons fired from the Giant Dimension Boar’s back.
Goblins tied to bombs were thrown, sticking to the Battle Titan’s Chitin Gauntlet.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
Explosions and the Scrap Cannon’s junk projectiles stripped the Psionic Shield and hammered the Chitin Gauntlet.
An assault that even a Giant could not withstand poured onto the Battle Titan’s chest.
However, the Battle Titan’s Chitin Gauntlet was as thick as its massive size.
Though it suffered deep dents and cracks, it was not pierced.
“Grrr! Grrrr!”
The Giant Dimension Boar strained its thighs, but the Battle Titan did not budge.
Instead, the Battle Titan pinned the Giant Dimension Boar with its middle leg and struck its shoulder with its scythe claws.
The long, large scythe claws tore through the shoulder, making the Giant Dimension Boar scream.
It was the sound of a pig being slaughtered.
Blood surged out, drenching the Battle Titan’s face.
Blood from vessels with pressure hundreds of times that of a human’s was a weapon in its own right, but to the Battle Titan, it was merely a strong stream of water.
The scythe claws pierced through the muscle and reached the ribs.
The Battle Titan, saturated with Mana, did not break the hard ribs; instead, it slid the scythe claws between them to pierce the heart.
“Squee-ack!”
The Giant Dimension Boar collapsed, blood spilling from its mouth.
The Battle Titan released its grip and stood up.
The twitching, convulsing Giant Dimension Boar never rose again.
“You idiots! You can’t even take that thing down?”
Kuralgal stepped forward, axe in hand.
Having become an Ultra Great Boss after countless battles, his body and axe were much larger than before.
Even as a Great Boss, he could defeat several others at once, so his combat power was now comparable to a Hyper Ultra Great Boss.
“Aaaaaaaagh!”
Kuralgal sprinted and leaped.
He dodged the Battle Titan’s middle leg, stepped on a scythe claw swinging horizontally, and vaulted onto the Battle Titan’s head.
Kuralgal slammed his axe into the Chitin Gauntlet as if splitting firewood.
The strike was powerful enough to gouge out more than half the armor’s thickness.
Normally, the recoil would have sent him flying, but Kuralgal’s will to stay attached defied physics.
*Crack!*
Kuralgal struck again.
The Chitin Gauntlet split wide open, and blood splattered.
A living being would process this as pain, triggering emotions like anger or fear, or taking defensive actions.
The Apocalid reacted in an entirely different way.
Recognizing him as a major threat, it formulated a corresponding countermeasure.
As a protein-based combat machine designed for proliferation, no emotions or noise interfered with its logical process.
“Grrr.”
The Brutal Lord opened its eyes.
The moment its brain activated after waking from hibernation, all information from the battlefield flowed in.
Combat with Orcs.
Damage to the Battle Titan.
Kuralgal.
Lutal, understanding everything, equipped its boosters.
An opening on Kuongi’s side appeared, and it shot out like an arrow, descending toward the dimension where the battle was raging.
“Khahahaha! Bring it on! All of you!”
At that moment, Kuralgal was fighting the Giants who had rushed to protect the Battle Titan.
Despite the command of the Central Command Giant and the buffs from the Apocalid Field, the Giants were struggling.
Though Kuralgal was a unique individual, his instincts were pure Orc.
He belonged to a combat race obsessed with the joy of battle and slaughter.
What he loved most was a heated fight against a powerful enemy.
A brutal struggle where eyes were blinded and limbs were torn off.
That was why he felt dissatisfied.
The Battle Titan was big and strong, but it lacked grit.
The Giants were small and meticulous, but they lacked flavor.
Kuralgal remembered that specific individual who wielded four scythe claws.
The one that had chased him to the Dimensional Boundary, gifting him fear and helplessness.
Now that he was stronger, he felt he would experience the ultimate pleasure if he fought it intensely and won.
Happily swinging his axe, Kuralgal suddenly snapped his head up.
Something was falling from the sky directly above.
The speed made it hard to identify, but Kuralgal knew.
“It’s him!”
Simultaneously with Kuralgal’s delight, Lutal extended its scythe claws.
It slashed at Kuralgal with the full momentum of its dive.
*Screeeech!*
Sparks flew as Kuralgal’s axe ground against the claws.
Kuralgal, having been knocked off the Battle Titan’s Chitin Gauntlet, balanced himself mid-air and landed.
Lutal, having closed the distance in an instant, swung its scythe claws.
“Khahahahaha!”
Kuralgal’s axe and Lutal’s scythe claws collided repeatedly.
The atmosphere rang with thunderous clangs.
The impacts were so intense they pushed the air away, creating a vacuum.
As a result, the laughter and the sounds of collision vanished.
Watching this, Choi Kangjoong and Iselin felt as if they could still hear Kuralgal’s laughter regardless.
“Orcs are truly an incomprehensible race.”
Iselin was disgusted by Kuralgal, who expressed pure joy even with his skin cracked like a spiderweb.
“Fire a Healing Arrow over there.”
Choi Kangjoong pointed to a spot where injured Apocalids were gathered.
Iselin, who was now treated like a remote healing totem, fired an arrow with a rough motion.
The arrow, saturated with Life Essence, struck the ground, and the surrounding Apocalids were healed.
“The Scrap Cannons and Orc Launchers have all been dealt with. The Elves will join the battle now.”
“Understood.”
The Elven Dimension Ships approached and lined up around Kuongi.
The Elves on the deck fired their arrows.
Mana Ballistas fired without rest.
A rain of arrows poured down on the Orcs who had swarmed in to fight.
“Kuek!”
“Kurgh!”
“Squee-ack!”
Orcs collapsed one after another.
The Orcs with bows tried to return fire, but their crude arrows stopped before even reaching the Dimension Ships.
“Arthil, tea.”
At Iselin’s instruction, Arthil quickly set the table and poured tea.
Iselin elegantly sipped her tea in the sky above the dimension where the battle took place.
“Would you like a cup?”
“No.”
Choi Kangjoong sat opposite her, only eating snacks.
Arthil quietly placed a cup of fragrant tea in front of him, but he didn’t even glance at it.
“Greetings, Outer!”
Sierra, who had come to assist Dielka, bowed.
“Who’s this?”
“This is Sierra, a vassal I rescued from the Separate Sea,” Dielka introduced him.
“Ah, you’re that Dark Elf from back then. Nice to see you.”
“Thank you for remembering me! I was truly grateful back then!”
“He did all the work, though.”
Choi Kangjoong lightly kicked Kuongi’s back.
Kuongi let out a low growl.
“The Orcs will be finished soon.”
Even though Iselin was seeing it with her own eyes, she felt dazed.
The dimensions the Orcs moved were powerful fortresses in themselves.
They were encrusted with Scrap Cannons and Orc Launchers, and with hundreds or thousands of Dimension Ships attached, approaching them was difficult.
Since a massive landmass was moving, destroying it was near impossible.
Thus, the best way to handle an Orc Dimension’s approach was simply to run away.
If no one fought them, the Orcs would get bored and leave for another location, or internal strife would break out, causing them to fight each other.
Engaging them head-on was an expensive strategy that only attracted more Orcs.
Even now, Gates were opening in the Orc Dimension, and Orcs from other dimensions were crossing over.
Swarms of Orc Dimension Ships were approaching from various directions.
These were Orcs drawn by the enthusiasm of 5 million of their kind.
If only the Elves had been fighting, the entire Derael Family would have had to mobilize to suppress a force of this scale.
Although the number of Orcs was growing, even more were disappearing.
One could see at a glance that the number of Orcs in the Dimensional Sea was rapidly decreasing.
“Once we’ve eaten all of them, Clessence is next, right?” Choi Kangjoong asked.
“Yes. There is no Metra on M2721 who likes him. Even if there were, the moment they spoke up, they’d be lucky if they were only beaten and thrown into a furnace.”
“I don’t get it. Why did he do such a thing?”
“He thought Serad would die at the hands of the Orcs and that he himself would win.”
To stop 5 million Orcs, one needed national-level power. Clessence never imagined in his wildest dreams that a single individual possessed such a force.
Choi Kangjoong waited for the Dimensional Devouring while talking with Iselin and Dielka.
As Iselin had predicted, it didn’t take very long.
When the number of Orcs, which had been over 5 million, plummeted to below 1 million, the Orcs’ morale crashed as well.
As fear grew, the Orcs who had seemed like an endless tide suddenly stopped coming.
They were a cunning race that fought excitedly on advantageous or even battlefields but only knew how to flee in extremely unfavorable ones.
“Khahahahaha!”
Kuralgal, unaware of this, was completely absorbed in his fight with Lutal.
He was missing one arm, his teeth were all gone, and he was blind in one eye, yet he knew nothing but joy.
Lutal, on the other hand, was perfectly fine.
The only damage was a slight chip in its scythe claws.
“Don’t kill him. Let him escape.”
Choi Kangjoong’s will was conveyed, and Lutal complied.
After letting Kuralgal, who was once a Great Boss, go, he had returned as an Ultra Great Boss bringing 5 million Orcs.
What about next time?
He might become a Hyper Ultra Great Boss and bring tens of millions, or perhaps even 100 million Orcs.
It seemed possible that he could even establish the Orc Empire that ancient, transcendent Orcs were said to have built.
Lutal struck Kuralgal with its tail.
Kuralgal, sent flying while spraying blood, sensed the atmosphere among the Orcs.
It was one of anxiety and defeat.
“How can so many idiots not beat those things? It’s because the bosses are morons!”
Lutal approached the trembling, furious Kuralgal.
Kuralgal scrambled to his feet and fled.
Coincidentally, a perfectly intact Dimension Ship was floating right at the Dimensional Boundary he reached.
“Out of my way!”
Kuralgal cleared the Orcs swarming the Dimensional Boundary with his axe.
After sweeping them aside like a broom, he boarded the Dimension Ship before any other Orc.
He started the Mana Engine and increased the speed, disregarding the Orcs swimming toward him.
Kuralgal had escaped, and fewer than 500,000 Orcs remained.
As the battlefield narrowed, the risk of friendly fire increased, so the shelling and firing ceased.
They would have to kill them one by one, but with 110,000 Walkers, it wouldn’t take long.
**[You have gained Evolution Points.]**
**[You have gained Evolution Points.]**
**[You have gained Evolution Points.]**
**[You have gained Evolution Points.]**
**[You have gained Evolution Points.]**
**[Owned Evolution Points: 211,128,654]**
Thanks to delaying Species Evolution and hoarding them, his Evolution Points had surpassed 200 million.
‘I should upgrade Psionic Combat Nerve and Psionic Chitin Armor.’
Psionic Chitin Armor was for the size and defense of the Battle Titan, and Psionic Combat Nerve was for Lutal, who would have to fight S-Class enemies.
**[Dimensional Devouring begins.]**
Choi Kangjoong, having swallowed 5 million Orcs, felt like he wouldn’t be hungry for ten days.
“The Orcs have been dealt with.”
Iselin’s words made it sound like more enemies were about to appear.
Choi Kangjoong scanned the surroundings with a Skyeye Giant.
A fleet was indeed approaching.
There were more than 300 ships.
Being Metra’s Dimension Ships, each one was quite large, significantly sturdier, and better armed than the Orc Dimension Ships.
They were coming from the opposite side of the dimension where Serad was.
There was only one army that would come from that direction.
“Princess, Clessence’s army is approaching.”
At Arthil’s report, Iselin frowned.
“What is their purpose?”
“There’s only one reason to appear right after a battle.”
Attacking an exhausted enemy was common and effective, whether between individuals or groups.
“Clessence must be desperate.”
Iselin looked at Choi Kangjoong.
If he showed signs of being shaken or anxious, she was willing to negotiate with them.
Handing over Serad and returning safely was a possible choice.
However, he was salivating with the eyes of a predator.
Relieved, Iselin wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.