Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Whoosh… it was not only him, the tempest also attracted the attention of the ravaging ogres and the dispirited orcs. They too were stunned to find that the individual that they thought had died, come out of their grave.

What's more, they looked completely fine. For the orcs, it was a surprise that brought hope back to their eyes but for the ogres, it was an alarming sight to see. He might have looked fine to others, but the person himself knew how bad his current condition was.

Berigard took deep breaths of air and stopped himself from puking out a mouthful of blood. The [Force Bomb] attack from Giz-Mogo, dealt quite a significant damage to him. If not for the mana aura of Berigel, he might have really been blown to smithereens.

Yes, Berigard due to his extreme tenacity and sheer force of will, was able to simultaneously divert his attention into his advanced magic as well as maintain the mana aura around him. A feat like that was something that even powerful mages above level 600, would be unable to reproduce.

What's more, Berigard did it while still under level 500. Though it wasn't like doing something as atrocious as that did not come with a cost. The price that he had to pay for doing something like that was the total depletion of his mana pool.

Right now, he barely had any MP left which was a big concerning factor since the advance magic wasn't complete yet. On top of that, the mental strain was immense, right now Berigard couldn't even see properly around him.

"T-that is impossible… there is no way you can survive after taking my attack" Giz-Mogo was in denial. This was the first time that he had witnessed an opponent who did not go down even after he was forced to use [Force Bomb].

While he was lost in that emotion, Berigard kept on casting his magic. He did not bother providing the ogre with an explanation. The [Mana Aura] that he was using originated from the soul bone of Berigel who was a powerful calamity class beast.

Naturally, his mana aura would be many times stronger than the likes of a disaster class beast like Giz-Mogo.

To compensate for the required mana to complete the magic, Berigard even went as far as to overload the core stone of his new staff.

Crack… the core stone broke apart and a powerful amount of mana originating from the disaster class beast to whom the core stone belonged, flooded out of it and was quickly channelled into the magic.

RUMBLE… the weather made rumbling noises as clouds started brewing in the sky above the Blackfield. Wind started picking up speed fast until it turned into a powerful typhoon which disappeared into the sky as soon as it appeared.

"[Tempest magic Mastery]… Hand of Zephyrus" with those last syllables from Berigard, all of the wind disappeared from the battlefield and a piercing eagle cry echoed out.

At this moment, whether it be orcs or the ogres or even some people who were watching from the shadows. All of them as if beckoned by something, instinctively looked up at the sky. Right at this instant, the brewing cloud looming overhead was pierced by an emerald green claw that was more than a thousand meters big.

The claw was made entirely of wind, emerald green in colour and was extremely beautiful to look at. However, as beautiful as it looked, it was equally dangerous too. The emerald green claw was not made with just any wind, but razor sharp winds that was moving at an extremely fast speed.

The claw or rather the hand of Zephyrus was one of the AOE magic of the tempest element. It was an extremely powerful magic capable of crumbing mountains and flattening lands. Other than that, due to being a magic from the wind attribute, it was extremely fast perhaps only outmatched by Electro and Light attribute.

As soon as the emerald green claw materialised, on the command of Berigard, it dropped towards the place where he felt Giz-Mogo's presence.

The ogre felt an intense aura lock onto him snapping him out of his thoughts. He tried to immediately run away from the place but was slammed into the ground just from the wind pressure coming off from the claw.

Giz-Mogo struggled, he didn't bring his mount with him and the wind pressure from the magic was far too intense for him to get out of the range of magic in time. Adding to the fact that he was exhausted after his last attack, it looked quite bad for him.

The scene of an ogre with a crimson horn pathetically running away from Berigard was imprinted in the eyes of every onlooking orcs and ogres who were locked in a fight. Nobody expected that an ogre who had entered the disaster class, a realm only their king was able to reach, would be forced to run like that.

For the orcs, it was a blessing that they did not see coming. If the magic landed successfully, it was possible to defeat the ogre. The orcs couldn't help having their hopes up. If they defeated that ogre who was the leader of the black ogre army, it would become the turning point for their victory.

At this moment of need when they needed their king the most, Berigard turned out to become that pillar of support that they were seeking. Every orc on the battlefield no matter if it was Diluvian High orcs, High orcs or just normal orcs, they all looked at Berigard with a new light.

On the other areas of the battlefield, Berirock and Berimond disengaged with their enemies after their attacks nullified the other. The battle was a fierce one with powerful skill flying everywhere; nevertheless, it failed to attract any attention since all eyes were diverted towards the place where the main fighting involving two of their leaders was taking place.

"How did that orc manage to survive sir Giz-Mogo's attack?"Gir-Rago commented, his tone was a little off-putting.

"GUGAGA… it seems like you have underestimated our tribe too much. Even though that guy hasn't reached disaster class, he is more than capable of manhandling you leader" Berirock laughed.

Contrary to Giz-Rago, he was in a happy mood after seeing Berigard survive that attack and turn the situation completely in its head. Honestly, even he was surprised to see Berigard surviving that not to mention being capable of casting such a powerful magic.

He felt like a fool to have challenged Berigard and at the same time, he realised that Berigard had held much of his power when attacking him. He also understood why the guy was so confident when confronting the orc king.

Turned out that Berigard was already this powerful even before reaching the disaster class. Since Berirock and Berimond weren't aware of the soul bones possessed by Berigard, they thought that it was all his power.

Gir-Rago who was facing Berirock, was annoyed by that comment made by the latter. Nevertheless, he did not snap out and instead flashed a derisive smile.

On another side of the battlefield, Bellock and Belmarch who were barely holding on by a strand of life were not at all fazed after seeing their lord surviving that attack, on the contrary, they were operating with the thought that he would be fine from the start.

It was not that they were aware of the Soul Bones and knew that Beirgard would be fine, it was just the faith and trust they had in him that made them not question his survival.

Just like Gir-Rago, Gir-Rego too flashed a derisive smile when he saw the light of hope appear in the eyes of the orcs before in an unexciting battle once again.

The [Hand of Zephyrus] came down on Giz-Mogo causing an enormous storm to ensue out in the aftermath that covered more than half of the battlefield.

<strong>BANG…</strong> the ground rumbled as the thousand-meter claw came smashing down. The shockwaves were terrifying; however, the storm that brought forth razor-sharp wind, were even more deadly.

Those unfortunate ones who thought that they were safe in that distance, regretted their decision the next moment when wind sliced their bodies and carried them away in pieces. Even the land was filled with crisscrossing marks appearing everywhere showcasing the might of the advanced magic.

Dust carried by the wind, filled the area and it was hard to even see what was around you. All of the orcs and ogres were eager to see who the victor of this bout was. It wouldn't be wrong to say that the result of this fight would decide which side the war will flip towards.

The orcs tightly clenched their weapons, they had already forgotten about the betrayal of their king as the figure of a new leader was starting to emerge in their hearts.

Finally, when the dust settled, they saw Berigard standing in his place and the huge emerald green claw on the ground. However, the orcs weren't overjoyed to see the spectacle, on the contrary, the smiles they had on their faces froze.

The reason for that was none other than the appearance of Giz-Mogo and another ogre who had appeared at some unknown point under the huge claw. The [Hand of Zephyrus] that was supposed to have crushed Giz-Mogo was stopped by another ogre who had a crimson horn just like the other on his forehead.

What was astonishing was that such a powerful advanced magic was being effortlessly stopped by that ogre on his own.

"Mogo, it seems like you have underestimated your enemy. That orc is much stronger than he looks. I suppose you need my help?" the one that appeared was none other than Giz-Bozo who was one of the leaders commanding the black ogre army.