Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

"So that's how it is. I guess the presence I felt back then at the black mountain was his after all" Berigard scanned Simon with his eyes before losing all interest. From his perspective, the Demon noble in front of him looked just like a weakling.

"Guhaha, a weakling like that managed to intrude so deep into your territory? Bellock, you must be quite the slacker" Belmarch laughed, he found it humorous that his fellow orc commander wasn't even able to deal with such a weak enemy.

"Enough… we are not here to chit chat with that demon. It matters not what his objective behind tailing us was, I want you to quickly deal with him. We cannot allow the Lightning Draconic Serpent to recover its strength" Berigard cut the words of the orc commander off before giving his orders.

His eyes observed the condition of the Lightning Draconic Serpent and seeing that it was badly wounded and wasn't even able to lift itself up, he sighed in relief.

However, the next second he for some reason, felt a bad foreboding wash over him. Berigard did not know why he would feel like that at this point when the enemy in front of him was already lying on the ground defeated.

Nevertheless, his prudent senses was something that was honed through many battles and he knew better than to ignore it.

"Guhaha… Sir Berigard allow me to clean the mess that Bellock had supposedly created due to his ignorance" Belmarch proclaimed loudly looking at the demon and brandishing his club.

Seeing that Berigard was not rejecting his offer, he took that as a yes before walking towards Simon.

Belmarch was a level 383 Diluvian High Orc Commander with great strength and incredible defence. His powers were so mighty that he was able to stand head and shoulders above other Diluvian High Orcs and there were only a few other orc commanders of his level who could match him in the entire High Orcs territory.

As the orc commander gradually came closer, Simon realised the difference in their strength and frowned his brows. Even if he used all of his trump cards and the Crimson Blazing flame blade, it would be a tough battle with a paper-thin margin of victory.

Simon would have chosen to stand his ground and fight if the orc commander was alone. However, that was not the case, although most of the orc army was obliterated by the Lightning draconic Serpent, ten of them still remained and out them, two were orc commanders with levels over 380.

There was no way these orcs who are accustomed to fighting in numbers and using their advantage to topple enemies higher level than them, would sit still and allow him to defeat one of their commanders.

The battle between the Lightning Draconic Serpent and the Orc General was the proof. There was only one option available to him in this situation…

"Belmarch be careful. Though I doubt that Demon Viscount is higher level than you, he is definitely scheming something" Bellock reminded from the backlines. <br/><script>ChapterMid();</script>

"Guhaha, just stand there and watch, everything will be over in a jiffy. Sorry demon... I would have liked to take this slowly and break your confidence before killing you. But you see we are in a hurry, that beast beside you.. we cannot allow it to recover its strength anymore so I would like to take care of it fast".

Right after saying what he wanted to say, Belmarch wielded his club and rushed towards Simon with a speed that was unbelievable for a hulking fellow such as him.

Feeling the threatening charge of the orc commander, Simon chose the only option available to him for surviving this and emptied all of his mana into the Lightning Draconic Serpent.

"Take as much of my mana as you need, I command you to engage the enemy".

ROOAARR…

The battered and beaten body of the Lightning Draconic Serpent at this moment lit up with a flash of brilliant lightning before rising up. It glared menacingly at Simon before loudly declaring "Don't give me order".

Its voice was strong and full of vehemence; nevertheless; it still executed Simon order and flung its tail towards the onrushing Belmarch with a supersonic speed.

BANG… before one could even blink their eyes, a loud sound of bones crushing rang out and the body of the orc commander flew back like a cannonball and crashed into the gigantic foot of the [Impenetrable rock Golem], cracking it in the process.

The power and speed behind the attack of the Lightning Draconic Serpent was so terrifying that no one present here could believe that its body was badly wounded and beaten a few moments ago.

The remaining orcs looked on with wide eyes at the crippled figure of their orc commander plastered on the golem. Never did they imagine that the orc commander who sounded so sure of his victory, would be put out of commission in the next second.

The body of the orc commander twitched ever so slightly indicating that the commander was still alive thanks to their innate high defence stat and the weakened state of the Lightning Draconic Serpent. if the Lightning Draconic Serpent was at its peak, he might as well not have survived it. 

At this moment, Berigard was finally aware of why he was getting this foreboding feeling. The Lightning Draconic Serpent was still not defeated yet.

But how could that be? I clearly felt its aura weakening and my last attack should have dealt a great deal of damage. Something must have happened.

No, it would be right to say something had happened during the moments when he sent it flying. The sudden appearance of the demon and the Lightning Draconic Serpent obeying its order.

"That's right it must be that demon" Berigard said as he looked at the demon hatefully.

Why wouldn't he? Berigard had used all of his powers and had even incurred a huge casualty in terms of their numbers only to be snatched of his reward at the end. The amount of frustration he was feeling was difficult for him describe.

Cough… coughing out a mouthful of blood, he manipulated the last strands of mana within his body and activated the [Impenetrable Rock Golem] once again.

BOOM… the huge golem took a step forward and slowly closed the gap between them.

When the rock golem cast a gigantic shadow over the place, Lightning Draconic Serpent couldn't help but hiss in annoyance. Before during their fight, it had prioritised the might of the magic on the controller rather than on the golem.

Hence due to that, the [Impenetrable Rock Golem] was most unharmed other than missing one of its arms.

Simon narrowed his eyes, he observed the movement of the rock golem and found out that it was much more slower than before. Well, it did make sense seeing that the controller was almost spent himself.

However, knowing that did not change the situation. The [Impenetrable Rock Golem] was still as threatening as ever.

Realising that the situation would get worse the more they waited, Simon ordered the Lightning Draconic Serpent to use all of its mana in one last attack. He, on the other hand, took out the Crimson Blazing Flame blade out of the [Inventory].

A sword completely crimson in colour, as if cutting through the space appeared on his hand. Feeling the buff in stats provided by the sword, the feeling of mana exhaustion washed over from his body.

ZZzSssTT… the Lightning Draconic Serpent unable to disobey the orders from Simon, opened its mouth wide and quickly spat out an attack.

This time though it wasn't a blue streak of high voltage [Lightning breath] and instead an incredibly frosty [Ice breath].

The temperature around the surrounding quickly dropped as the [Ice breath] travelled through the air and in a few moments froze half of the [Impenetrable Rock Golem] and stopped it from approaching any further.

With this last attack, the Lightning Draconic serpent had completely depleted the mana that Simon had poured onto it.

Cough… Berigard spat another mouthful of blood when his golem was frozen and his pale body trembled intensely before collapsing. Right when his body was about to hit the ground, Bellock caught him and immediately ordered the rest of the orcs to create a barricade around them.

"Leave me be and go get Belmarch" the orc general ordered and forced his body to stand back up.

"But Sir Berigard the opponent is…"

"Enough… go" Bellock wanted to say that the opponent was the Lightning Draconic Serpent, but Berigard had cut him mid-way and insisted on getting the unconscious body of the orc commander.

Bellock looked at the Lightning Draconic Serpent and the demon beside it who was now holding an unsusual sword that even gave him chills before hurriedly turning towards the half-frozen golem.

Belmarch was still plastered onto the golem and was even suffered from being frozen from the Lightning Draconic Serpent last attack. If they left him be, there was no doubt that the orc commander would die.

Thus the orc general decided to save the orc commander first and refrained from incurring any more casualty. Berigard knew that the situation was looking worse for them, with him completely spent and with the Lightning draconic Serpent mysteriously recovering its strength, there was no one left who could handle it.

Forget about subduing it, if they stayed here any longer, they would be the ones to disappear next. It frustrated him extremely to see something that was almost in reach, to be suddenly snatched by someone else.