Chapter 20: Taking Care of the Last Orcs... (1/2)

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Chaos glanced at the dark sky, there was some very dim white light coming from the black clouds, which covered the entire planet of Ginnungagap 24/7.

There was a bright yellow start illuminating the planets of the Orion Solar System, but because Ginnungagap was the planet farthest from the star, it barely received enough light.

Additionally, due to these cloudy skies, it was impossible to get any light anyway.

This planet, according to what Chaos had investigated and had been told by Belphegor, was covered in darkness and was a place where all types of fiends lived.

It was also mostly forgotten by the other interplanetary nations, and often used as a trash dump, or where criminals from other planets hid.

It was more or less a ”lawless” world in the entire sense of the word, this planet was also filled with wild beasts roaming all around.

Orc Tribes were rather predominant in some areas, as they were fierce and warmonger race with incredibly lacking intellect, they were almost as wild as animals in some cases, and although they were able to speak common dialect, make weapons, and wore clothes, they were still rather wild and hard to even speak with.

Chaos was still thinking if he should mercilessly slaughter them and eat them to get summoning materials, food, and enhance his cultivation, or simply leave them be, as long as they didn't try to come and kill him nor any of his allies, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad thing to let them be. After all, they were beings that were trying to survive too.

Chaos was not apathetic, as it was clear in how emotional he was getting by hearing all the sacrifices and things his parents went through to bring him to life, even more as he grew closer with his servants who were so nice to him.

”Perhaps there could be another way to deal with them?” He wondered.

However, he had already done something rather terrible, as he ate all of their armies.

Well, it was not terrible to his eyes, as he had no regrets for what he did.

But he considered that the Orcs might try to come back again and retaliate somehow.

Chaos wished that there could be another way, but the Orcs in this world were way too wild and savage to even comprehend words properly.

”Belphegor, is this it?” asked Chaos, as he was flying atop the dark skies, flapping his gigantic draconic wings which showed bloody veins, his enormous dragon body exudes a crimson-red aura of bloodthirst.

A giant blazing skull nodded at his side.

”Yes, my lord, this is the tribe of Orcs, the Dungeon is at the side of the tribe,” said Belphegor.

Chaos glanced at the empty wasteland made of black and gray rock, there was a large swamp starting from a few meters, and a gigantic misty forest filled with black trees that seemed to be dead and dried, beasts of all sorts roamed inside.

In front of the swamp, there was a large village made by the orcs, camps made of bones and leather where they refuged themselves from the cold world outside.

Chaos decided to fly down here and confront this tribe.

Flash!

He flapped his wings as he flew like a missile down below, clashing over the ground and making a loud tremor, alerting the Orcs over his presence.

BOOM!

Chaos glared at the tribe with his glowing crimson-red eyes, as Abyss who was sitting above his head asked him something with a playful tone.

”Master, will we slaughter them?” she asked.

”Perhaps, it depends on their response,” said Chaos.

”Oh, maybe they will become slaves?” asked Abyss.

”I wouldn't like to call those that could serve me as slaves. How about servants?” sighed Chaos.

As Chaos conversed with Abyss, the Orcs quickly began to scream loudly, some seemed like the screams of despair, other screams seemed those of anger, and others were the screams of young babies who suddenly woke up by the tremor and deadly bloodthirsty aura that Chaos exuded.

Chaos was about to call them, but Belphegor was faster at this and used his phantasmal presence to make himself noticeable, like a star of blazing flames atop the sky.