Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Dirty stuff."

Lucius stared at Ukaka in front of him with cold eyes, his heart full of disgust and disdain.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, without saying a word, he raised the extremely sharp blade and stabbed towards Ukaka with lightning speed.

"Hahahahaha! This little shrimp is really interesting!"

A smile that was uglier than crying suddenly appeared on Ukaka's hideous and distorted face.

His tattered, rusty, and colorfully painted sword was now rapidly approaching Lucius with a sharp sound, and the distance between him and Lucius was less than a few centimeters.

Just when everyone thought that Lucius was about to die and be beheaded, an unexpected scene happened - Lucius' figure suddenly disappeared from Ukaka's sight like a ghost.

"Wha...what!"

Ukaka's originally ferocious face was instantly filled with astonishment, his eyes widened as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.

However, before he could come to his senses, a piercing pain suddenly attacked him from his back.

"You despicable little shrimp! How dare you launch a sneak attack!"

Ukaka roared and turned around with difficulty.

Only then did he realize that Lucius had appeared behind him at some point and had ruthlessly cut off a large piece of flesh from his back with his sword.

"This is called tactics." Lucius said expressionlessly, and at the same time, he waved his arm and swung the sword in his hand vigorously again, bringing up a gust of wind and slashing fiercely on Ukaka's body.

"A bulky pile of junk."

Looking at Ukaka's miserable appearance, Lucius's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a hint of contempt and sneer.

It was this mocking look that completely ignited Ukaka's inner anger.

"You despicable, shameless shrimp! I will tear you into pieces!"

Ukaka was as angry as a volcano erupting. His eyes were wide open and his eyeballs were filled with scarlet bloodshot, as if they were about to burst from his eye sockets.

At this moment, he had completely lost his mind, like a ferocious beast in a state of madness, with deafening roars coming out of his mouth.

He tightly grasped the broken, rusty sword made of various garbage in his hand, veins bulged on his arms, muscles tensed, and he gathered all his strength on the sword, then rushed towards Lucius again desperately.

Facing the aggressive Ukaka, Lucius just snorted coldly.

He just flashed and dodged to the side easily, and Ukaka's full-strength attack missed again.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and the sharp sword in Lucius's hand collided fiercely with Ukaka's old and useless sword, and countless sparks burst out in an instant.

"Haha, you dirty and lowly little shrimp."

At this moment, a cunning look suddenly flashed across Ukaka's originally hideous face.

Don't underestimate these orcs. Although they look rough and barbaric on the outside, they are actually full of cunning and wisdom in their hearts.

Ukaka suddenly twisted the hand that was tightly holding the hilt of the sword, and the seemingly ordinary hilt suddenly appeared as if by magic, a flamethrower nozzle appeared.

Then, accompanied by a low roar, a blazing fireball gushed out from the nozzle and swept straight towards Lucius.

Seeing this, Lucius was slightly startled and frowned.

However, he reacted quickly, and immediately loosened his sword-holding hand, decisively discarding his sword. At the same time, he jumped sideways and narrowly avoided the sudden fireball attack.

"I thought you were just that."

Ukaka looked at Lucius, who had lost his sword and was in a miserable state, with disdain on his face, then took big strides and walked straight towards him with a menacing momentum.

At this moment, in Ukaka's eyes, killing Lucius was a piece of cake, as easy as crushing an insignificant ant.

At the moment when Ukaka was getting closer to Lucius, Lucius, who seemed to have no ability to fight back, suddenly attacked like a dormant beast for a long time.

He quickly pulled out the extremely sharp monomolecular dagger from his waist, and then stabbed Ukaka's eyes without hesitation.

"Waaaaaaaaaagh!!!"

With a roar, Ukaka had never expected Lucius to have such a counterattack.

He subconsciously tried to dodge backwards, but it was too late.

In a flash, Lucius leaped forward and knocked Ukaka to the ground like a hungry tiger.

Ukaka, who fell to the ground, did not give up. He still struggled to raise the sword in his hand to fight back.

However, Lucius's reaction was extremely quick. He effortlessly grabbed Ukaka's sturdy arm that was holding the sword with one hand, and then pulled it with all his strength.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

In an instant, a heart-wrenching scream resounded through the sky, deafening.

Ukaka's entire arm was torn off by Lucius, blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was horrific.

His extremely shrill screams echoed throughout the entire battlefield for a long time.

Just as Ukaka let out that horrifying scream, the dagger in Lucius's hand, flashing with cold light, pierced his neck as fast as lightning, and there was a sharp and piercing sound of metal cutting into flesh and blood.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, like a scarlet flower blooming in the darkness.

And Ukaka's terrified head was easily cut off by Lucius like a ripe fruit.

At this moment, Lucius, holding the heavy, bleeding head of Ukaka in one hand, stood steadily in front of a group of panicked orcs.

His cold eyes swept over the group of once invincible enemies in front of him, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful sneer: "Who else! Anyone want to give it a try!?"

These intimidating words exploded among the orcs like thunder. The orcs, who were originally aggressive, instantly fell into panic and chaos.

"The... the boss is dead! Run! You will die if you don't run now!" I don't know who shouted this first, followed by exclamations one after another.

"Ukaka is dead! Everyone, run! Run!"

"I think I should run away now!"

For a moment, the orcs were in chaos, and the arrogance they had when they came was long gone.

They fled around like headless flies, fearing that they would be the next to suffer.