Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Berigard extended his hand and made clear his intention. His voice was clear and his words were precise with no hint of mixing things between.

RUMBLE… RUMBLE… thunder clouds gathered onto the sky and brightened the area with their lightning. 

The Lightning Draconic Serpent glared at Berigard before hissing "You puny orc, you dare look down on this one? Even if I die, I shall not subdue under anyone. Much less to someone who can only best me by using their numbers. If you have guts stop relying on your underlings and fight me one on one".

When the Diluvian High Orcs heard its remark, they couldn't help but snicker. The intention of the Lightning Draconic serpent was blatantly clear, since it was losing against their numbers, it wanted to fight with their general who was the most powerful one among them and get him out of the way first.

Only a fool would fall for such an obvious trap and put their advantage down.

"I know what you are thinking Lightning Draconic Serpent. But you are mistaken about one thing, having strength in numbers is also a symbol of power. Unlike you who is alone and has no one to rely on, I have my orc army with me. Even if their levels are low, when surrounded by these many, even you can't afford to ignore them. I believe my two able subordinates have proven that"

Berigard said while pointing at the large gash on the lightning Draconic Serpent.

Being made fun of like that, how could the Lightning Draconic Serpent who was used to looking down on others, take it calmly. Baring its fangs, it roared at the sky above as if letting its frustration know and the sky in return rumbled in resonance to its feeling.

"You have truly angered this one. I shall show you what it means to fight against a dragon" the Lightning Draconic Serpent erupted with a vast amount of lightning and released it towards the clouds.

BOOOOMMM… the air vibrated and the dark clouds looming over the sky churned violently. Thick columns of blue lightning could be seen forming inside the cloud with a mix of red in between intermittently.

A destructive aura descended onto the battlefield and suppressed all of the High Orcs making it hard for them to even breathe.

"Hmph… it's just a mere serpent with a little bit of dragon bloodline it had assimilated with which it had found somewhere. To dare claim it's a dragon… this fellow does not know what's good for him" the mysterious woman stated hearing the comment made by the Lightning Draconic Serpent.

Simon rolled his eyes and ignored the woman, his eyes were intensely focused on the battle.

Berigard who detected a terrible amount of mana convulsing inside the clouds, couldn't help but frown. His eyes were grave and his screaming instincts were telling him how dire the situation he was in now.

To be able to manipulate weather one must have a ridiculous amount of mana pool and requires a skill acquirable only after level 500. The orc king was capable of doing it only because it had surpassed level 500.<br/><script>ChapterMid();</script>

However, the Lightning Draconic Serpent in front of him had yet to breach the barrier of level 500 but despite that, it was able to obtain the skill and manipulate the thunder clouds this well. This alone spoke of how powerful and mighty the dragon bloodline was.

The thick dark thunderclouds spanned for thousands of meters and completely shrouded all of the high orcs within the area. If he allowed those thick columns of thunderbolts to rain down, he wouldn't have any army after this.

Berigard had no choice although this option was suicidal it was more feasible than doing nothing and getting wiped out.

"All of you lot, attack it with every bit of your power. Do not let it complete its skill or else it will be the end for us." Right after giving his command, he flew towards the place where the two orc commanders were.

The orc army obeying the command of their general, charged towards the Lightning Draconic Serpent will all of their strength and skill activated.

"Sir Berigard what is the situation?" looking at how grave the orc general's expression was, the two commanders immediately asked.

"It has lost of all of its patience and is trying to wipe all of us out with a big attack. That might very well be the case if we allow it to complete its magic. Disturb the flow of its magic by hitting him where it hurts, buy me as much time as you can" Berigard tasked his two commanders with their jobs before quickly levitating off.

The magic that the Lightning Draconic Serpent was trying to set off was a large scale area attack that had the ability to devastate a vast patch of land and everything within it in a matter of few seconds.

It was precisely because the Lightning Draconic Serpent was trying to fuse its [Weather Manipulation] skill with its lightning magic to create a powerful attack, the delay would be equally big.

It was no mean feat to accomplish such an attack without pouring every bit of concentration and mana into it. The Lightning Draconic Serpent using such an attack at this moment would leave it wide open to attacks but because it was extremely enraged, it had paid no attention to it.

Berigard who had lived for more than a thousand years and had a vast knowledge of magic, was not going to miss that window of opportunity to exploit it.

The Orc army that had been ordered to attack the Lightning Draconic Serpent with all their strength, bombarded it with their skills, novice magic and weapons. Trying to break its concentration and disturb its magic.

However, no matter where they attacked or how much blood they spilled, they were unable to elicit any reaction from the Lightning Draconic Serpent. All of the shallow wounds they made would be healed quickly and the broken scales would mend themselves with time.

Even the large gash that their commander cut open on its underbelly was swiftly closing and healing. At this rate, they would be able to unable to deal it any damage much less prevent it from completing its magic.

"You fools attack where it is injured the most. That large gash in its underbelly and the top of its head where the meteor had connected" Bellock roared and hurriedly instructed his army.

"Guhehe, the opportunity to attack a being who is hundreds of levels above me… this feeling is the best. I must thank Sir Berigard after we win this battle" Belmarch laughed. He swung his large club and smashed it onto the large gash that Bellock had previously created.

Finally, there was some reaction from the Lightning Draconic Serpent as its body trembled fiercely. Seeing its reaction, the other high orcs also targeted the place in hopes of disturbing the enemy.

RUMBLE… thunderous noise sounded out from the clouds and before long rain started to fall. SHHHHH… Although its body continuously trembled whenever any attack landed on top of its head which was severely injured after receiving the impact from the meteor and the large gash on its underbelly, the Lightning Draconic Serpent kept on preserving without losing its concentration.

It had fuelled the magic with all of its mana and it could feel it completing. No matter how many of these pesky orcs were there, with its most powerful magic it could wipe them all.

On another side of the battlefield, mana churned like crazy and all of it was poured inside the staff Berigard was holding. The staff was a [C] tier item that he had plundered from a team of adventurers who were foolish enough to overestimate their abilities and wondered the western region of the forest a long time ago.

It was an item that had accompanied him for a long time and had gone through many battles with him. It had a core stone as big as an egg inlaid inside the wood.

The core stone was from a mutated monster and had dropped after it was killed. When a mutated monster dies, it leaves behind a special crystal that adventurers like to call core stone. A core stone contains all of the power of the beast it was harvested from and are used as a catalyst to create powerful staffs.

Naturally, the stronger and the more special the mutated beast was, the more exceptional the core stone inside it. The existence of the core stone that helped facilitate and circulate mana was what made the staff a [C] rank.

Currently, Berigard was pouring an enormous amount of mana inside the core stone to cause an overload. When an overload occurs, the staff is able to dish out a magic of much higher calibre,

However, once the overload occurs, the core stone will be permanently damaged and the staff would be rendered useless.

It hurt Berigard to use such a method and lose his staff, but at this moment he had no other choice. There was already a huge gap in levels between them and his opponent was none other than the Lightning Draconic Serpent.

He could never win with half-assed magic, the only way to win against an attack of that magnitude was to use an equally powerful magic. And so Berigard decided to overload his core stone and dish out the strongest of his magic.

"Amalgamation magic- [Tremor-Gale Mastery]… [Impenetrable Stone Golem]".

CRACK… a distinct cracking noise came from inside the staff before the entire staff shattered into tiny pieces along with the core stone. The staff was gone; nonetheless, it had fulfilled its use and channelled all of that mana into the surrounding.