Chapter 507: Chapter 507

"Golden Dragon, what kind of reward did the humans promise you to join this war? If you leave now, we orcs are willing to pay you double."

Seeing the Golden Dragon about to soar overhead, an orc holding a Warhammer shouted loudly.

Word Spirit·Divine Punishment

Without any words, the invisible yet tangible Heavenly Punishment Sword descended from the sky. Both the Legendary Orc Warrior trying to persuade the Golden Dragon with wealth and the Beastman Sword Saint standing not far away, instinctively evaded as the Power of Divine Punishment descended.

However, their followers were not as quick to react. Under the invisible Power of Divine Punishment, even the ground beneath them was torn apart, with blood and flesh smeared between the ravines that suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

This is a power that those below Legend cannot resist. Even a Legend must awkwardly dodge such swiftly descending force.

Word Spirit·Dragon Realm

Noah’s unique mental Domain, along with a dual Domain centered around Noah that significantly enhances the power of the Dragon Clan, was simultaneously unleashed.

In just an instant, the wails of orcs were drowned out by the excited roars of the Dragon Group. The Breathing Giant Dragons immediately felt their attacks strengthen.

However, soon, the dragons realized that not only were their attacks stronger, but their strength, speed, agility, and healing abilities all increased dramatically, a comprehensive amplification.

In contrast to the excited Dragon Group, the orcs were suffering, especially the two Legendary Orcs targeted by Noah. They felt a restriction in every move they made and even in their breathing, with every inch of the air filled with palpable malice against them.

"Stop being foolish. This dragon never intended to let us go. We can only leave here by killing him!"

The Beastman Sword Saint could no longer tolerate the worsening situation, and a vigorous energy erupted nearly three meters high from his sinewy, steel-grey muscular frame. The oppressive force from the Dragon Realm, which constantly tried to make him bow and submit, was cleared away.

Wave after wave of vast Sword Qi surged upward like a reversed waterfall toward the circling Golden Dragon in the sky, converging into a river of Sword Qi that engulfed the Golden Dragon in an instant.

The sharp presence caught the attention of many dragons who were wantonly slaughtering orcs from the air, though none showed worry.

Even the Beastman Sword Saint wielding the sword showed a defeated expression on his fierce, rugged face, as his once bright eyes dimmed visibly.

"The force is decent, quite soothing."

From the blinding Sword Qi river, a majestic Golden Dragon head emerged first, followed by the twisting dragon body and the splendid Dragon Wings that overshadowed the sky.

It was clear that Sword Qi capable of tearing the land and severing mountains struck the dazzling golden Dragon Scales, yet the scales were not damaged and shone even brighter, as if they had shed the sediment of ages and cleared the dust from the scale’s crevices.

This was a hopeless sight for any Swordman—centuries of cultivation yet unable to pierce a single scale of the enemy.

Word Spirit·Undying Scale

"But, do you have a stronger move? It feels a bit lacking."

Noah glanced at the Beastman Sword Saint whose aura had suddenly shifted, then with a gentle flap of his Dragon Wings, a Legendary Orc, stealthily sneaking off to the side with a Thunderclap Warhammer, was flung several miles away, tumbling ungracefully into the ground, carving a deep gorge extending for several miles into the Underground.

Faced with such humiliation, the Beastman Sword Saint offered no response, merely exhaling Powerful Energy. Around him, the color of the boundless Sword Qi began transforming from pale white to blood red, as if bleeding.

"The momentum is good, but not enough, far too lacking!"

Noah cast a glance at the still gaping gorge in the plains, uninterested in the Beastman Sword Saint’s performance any longer. A Divine Wheel, composed of multiple concentric rings, black in hue but with a crystalline texture, appeared floating behind his head.

This weapon seemed somewhat outdated in comparison to Noah at this moment. Nevertheless, Noah wasn’t disdainful and took it from his head, toying it in his hand, and Sun Runes lit up one by one.

The originally simple and rustic Divine Wheel suddenly transformed into a Divine Wheel burning with golden flames. Noah aimed it at the Beastman Sword Saint below, still gathering his force, and hurled it straight down.

With an unstoppable beastly roar, the blood-colored river of Sword Qi rose again against the Heavenly Punishment Sword.

Along with a violent tremor of the ground, towering waves of flame exploded, and a fireball spanning several miles appeared above the land. Boundless Light erupted, causing heaven and earth to lose their color for a moment. Countless orcs were obliterated in the aftermath of this blow.

Many Metal Dragons, rescued in time by Noah, looked with lingering fear toward the direction where the sun had exploded—a gigantic crater several miles in diameter, with countless radial explosion marks extending outward, the furthest reaching a hundred miles away.

But Noah didn’t care; he merely sought a seemingly unremarkable hill at the edge of the battlefield and sliced down with his blade-like tail.

The land was torn apart once more by Noah. Amidst gushing fountains of blood, a Legendary Orc hiding underground was thrown up by Noah,

"I’m curious, what does a behavior like yours signify among the orcs? In a Primitive Tribe famed for brave valor and martial prowess, even if you escape back, life might not be easy for you."

"Facing an invincible enemy, running is not cowardice, but wisdom!"

His body nearly torn asunder, chest unnaturally collapsed, each sentence spitting blood, the Legendary Orc gazed at the Giant Dragon above him with calmness, without shame,

"My most foolish decision was not running away the moment I felt your arrival but attempting to take my tribe with me."

"You speak rightly, but unfortunately, you realized too late."

"Can’t you give me one more chance? Golden Dragon, we bear no grudges against each other; before this, we weren’t even acquainted."

The Legendary Orc tried to bargain for a sliver of chance to survive.

"Do you know the two Golden Dragons in the human fortress? Part of the injuries on them was caused by you, wasn’t it?"

"I already showed enough mercy!"

"I know, but they are my biological parents."

"You’re their child? How is that possible? How could they have a child like you?"

The dying Legendary Orc paused, then a look of self-mockery appeared in his eyes, ridiculing the unfairness of fate that led him to such absurd circumstances.

Noah returned to the fortress with the orc’s head full of resentment and grievance, throwing it before the human Commander, towering over the short-lived species whose expression was extremely complex,

"Now, do you have any doubts?"

"I probably can’t afford the cost to hire you; I’ve given most of my assets to your parents."

Erwin gave a bitter smile, having witnessed the formidable power of the young dragon before him. Even without considering the Dragon Group that followed him, Erwin knew employing such a dragon was beyond his means.

"So, you need to seize your country and offer it to me; it’s your only way out. Otherwise, you’ll spend the rest of your life repaying your debt to me."