Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

491 Chapter 491

The orc general was someone who even dared to confront the orc king back during the night of the moon dance. He had also shown his abilities to be nothing like the weakest general as the orcs called him.

He had proven his ability by knocking Berirock away in one move and establishing his position. As much as he hated it, Berirock had to admit that the latter was stronger than him, stronger than any of the orc generals.

On top of that, he was also an orc shaman. If a guy like that said that he had a plan, Berirock could hope that the plan worked. Other than that, he was also concerned about the orcs in the frontlines who were being butchered like livestock by the Gir brothers. Thus he had no other choice but to leave Berigard to take care of the ogre with the crimson horn.

Berirock and Berimond left their station; however, Giz-Mogo did not do anything, he just looked at them with derision. When his eyes shifted back to the last orc general, his brows arched when he found that the latter had no plans of leaving like his other companions.

"Hmm? Why are you still not moving? Do you perhaps not care about your subordinates?" Mogo asked, his question was only replied with a casual gaze by Berigard.

The orc general turned towards his two trusted orc commanders and ordered them something even he knew was asking too much.

"Bellock, Berimarch… lay your life down if you must, but stop one of the brown horns alongside the other orc generals. You are free to fight however way you want and use as many orcs as you want. Is that understood?".

Beirgard did not speak much other than that, he had a stern expression on his face as always and nobody knew what he was thinking.

If it were other orcs who were given such an atrocious order, they would no doubt flip out or show their anger in some way. However, Bellock and Belmarch, who were extremely loyal to Berigard, did not show any such thing and dutifully nodded their head.

Even when they knew the order was practically like a death warrant for them, they still bowed towards their general with utmost respect one last time before leaving their post.

Berigard watched them go and only after their silhouettes had mixed with the many orcs fighting in the frontlines, did he tear them away and fixed it on the ogre who seemed like he was enjoying a rather good show.

His earlier stern expression was gone replaced by an angry face that said that they had a lot to vent about.

"Oi..Oi… don't tell me you are thinking of taking me head on?" Giz-Mogo wasn't an idiot, he could tell what the orc was thinking by sending all of his subordinates away.

"Lets do this Berigel, Berimist… Activate [Soul Bones]" Berigard whispered a few words and touched the bone fragments on his locket. The moment he did so, the locket started vibrating and a special connection was created between him and the soul bones.

"Hmph... I guess orcs are a really stupid race to not even realise this big of a gap between them and their opponent. Be it so, let me teach you an important lesson today" Giz-Mogo stated in a foul tone.

The fact that his opponent thought that they can take him on their own, upset him very much. He was someone who was above level 570, although it was not the highest level around in the ogre tribe, it was nonetheless, still near the top and Giz-Mogo was proud of that.

Never did he think that he would be slighted by someone who judging by their aura haven't even reached the disaster class.

Giz-Mogo was just about to release his suppressed aura and show his enemy who he was up against, when a [Wind Bullet] that appeared out of nowhere, flew towards his head.

Judging by the rotation and the mana within the wind bullet, it was no ordinary magic but a highly compressed single-unit advance magic.

Giz-Mogo's eyes narrowed to a pin and his quick reflexes allowed him to shift his head just in time to dodge the bullet.

DRIP… DRIP… Astonished, the ogre touched his ear only to realise that it was hurt. "How can that be?" the [Wind Bullet] or one could say the [Tempest Bullet] had materialised in front of him without any indication or fluctuation of mana.

It had appeared so suddenly that had it not been for him possessing good reflexes, he would have been hit for sure. Giz-Mogo was surprised but it compared to nothing when he saw that dozen more [Tempest Bullet] were waiting for him.

WHIRRRRR... it was like a turret or a machine gun, the speed of these [Tempest Bulets] were so fast that they made a buzzing noise as if space was being torn apart.

Unlike the last time when Giz-Mogo was able to dodge the single [Tempest Bullet], this time he wasn't that lucky. Most of the bullets clearly hit their mark this time and those that didn't bore a hole through the ground.

"TCH…" A loud clicking noise was heard "To think that I would have to resort to using my mana aura against such an inferior opponent".

Giz-Mogo commented, when the dust from the barrage of [Tempest Bullet] settled down, an ogre with blood red aura enveloping them like armour, appeared in front of Berigard. They were completely unscathed other than the earlier wound they had suffered.

"You bastard making me needlessly waste mana" Gi-Mogo commented, even though he had not suffered any wound thanks to the mana aura around him, maintaining it took a lot of mana. [mana Aura] was the beast version of [Mana Armour].

Giz-Mogo was about to vent out his mind when he saw another round of magic starting to materialise in front of him out of nowhere.

"You bastard… that is enough" the crimson horn of Giz-Mogo shined causing a burst of mana to erupt out of him causing a fierce shockwave that targeted the area where the orc general was.

Berigard stopped conjuring his magic and with a  swift movement from his staff, he immediately disappeared from his spot.

"What?!" the next time he appeared, he was already out of the range of the shockwave causing an astonished yelp to leak out from Giz-Mogo.

Nonetheless, this movement also revealed to the latter what kind of shenanigans was in play here.

"Space magic huh… Tch, you got some annoying magic in your hand".

Such quick movement as if teleportation, was only possible with space magic. Even the attacks that seemingly manifested without any indication could only be possible if space magic was in play.

That being said, not just anyone could simultaneously use two elements of magic at once not to mention one was even a super rare space magic. Although the magic he cast wasn't amalgamation magic, for the space magic to augment other magic without taking over it, perhaps only the caster, Berigard would be able to understand what it took to achieve something like that.

The space around Berigard trembled and he disappeared once again. Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh… immediately, a few spells of tremor and gale magic appeared out of thin air and targeted Giz-Mogo.

The latter used his own skill [Shockwave Burst] to counter the magic. Although the magic of this calibre isn't capable of doing much damage to him, it was still annoying to get hit by them since it hurt.

Plus being a class higher than his opponent, Mogo felt it was shameful to even get scratched by his opponent. It was for this reason that he resorted to using his mana aura.

The moment his magic failed, Berigard disappeared from the spot he was in, and appeared in another place. Like that, he kept on harassing and taking advantage of his space magic and the large reserve of mana he has thanks to being an orc shaman.

Berigard would conjure one magic after another with quick succession and using the space magic, he would teleport it near the ogre before the latter even got a clue of its incantation.

BOOM... BOOMM… BOOMM… magic like a storm, hailed down on Giz-Mogo. Earthern boulders as huge as a small mountain came crashing down on him, other times it would be tornadoes with razor sharp wind capable of tearing through even a block of steel.

Berigard's magic was fierce leaving no room for his enemy to breathe. However, Giz-Mogo wasn't just your ordinary ogre. He was an ogre born with a crimson horn. He easily matched the aggression of his opponent with an equal amount of force and nullified all attacks conjured by Berigard.

Just like all other times, right after his attack failed, Berigard used space magic to relocate to a different place and continue his assault. However, this time Giz-mogo was prepared for it. He had calculated the place where Berigard would appear next and was ready with an attack.

Ogres were known for their powerful attacking abilities and amongst them, those born with crimson or higher colour horns, were regarded as the embodiment of destruction.

An ogre's power mainly resided in their horns. Thus when their horns shined brightly, it was an indication that they were using a powerful skill.

The crimson horn of Giz-mogo shined and the aura around his entire body focused around his fist which generated a powerful force when swung forward.

[Aura Blast] a skill that used mana aura possessed by a disaster class being to create a compressed attack that travelled through the air breaking even the speed of sound.

BOOM… the sound of air being torn was apparent as the punch was thrown and the [aura Blast] which appeared in the shape of a fist flew so fast that it was already upon Berigard the moment he relocated to a new place.