Chapter 531: Laughter in the Slaughter (1/2)
Thirty more minutes passed in an instant.
”OOOOOOOORRRRRRR!” The familiar orc horns sounded in the distance and before long, the earth was trembling in the combined weight of billions.
It only took five minutes before the first orc kind visited the vision of these poor humans. There was crying once more and it rose to a crescendo amidst the ceaseless march of these monsters.
While all else shivered in fear, our bored gamer was pretty much intoxicated with battle lust at this time.
In his eyes, these orcs were mere download points that were only there for his consumption.
”I'll see you later, mom.” Clark kissed his mother goodbye before he moved into action.
”BOOM!” His figure broke the distance in top speed and it only took a blink of an eye before he was already fully engaged with the enemies.
In his place stood a faceless shadow that would serve as guard to his family.
Although this Shadow Illusions was only at level 1 at this time but this state would not last for long after the reckless attack of our very own protagonist.
”BANG!” A human blur charged into enemy lines and this thing was taking the lives of these weak orcs in the thousands per second.
Our bored gamer still did not use his favorite spear at this time since he favored the dual axes for faster killing efficiency.
”PUCHI!”
”PUCHI!”
”PUCHI!” Countless orc rows were decimated in ten breaths alone. Clark's unseen attacks and peerless speed made him like a merciless cutter in a field full of orcs.
”DING!”
”You acquired 1 download point, host.”
+ 1
+ 1
+ 1
+ 10
+ 10
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The slave orcs and their stronger version were no match for Clark. They came and died for him in droves. Upon seeing this, the 4 billion humans remained stunned in place.
”How have you become this strong, Paulo?” Donya Nelya muttered and there was pride in her heart. This was her son, she told herself. Time passed and no orc passed into the forefront.
It was a one man battle and Clark was of course not stupid to let anyone else kill this horde for him. Before long, our bored gamer faced upper management of orcs.
The level 3, 4, and 5 were much bigger and stronger but they were like helpless kittens before the might of our very own protagonist. Speed was king in this mortal arena.
And so they became prey in our good gamer's axes.
”DING!”
”You acquired 100 download points, host.”
”DING!”
”You acquired 1,000 download points, host.”
”DING!”
”You acquired 10,000 download points, host.”
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These notifications kept on repeating for a long long while.
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Inside the Ivory City, messengers were busy trying to find their masters.
”Master Olodel! Someone is annihilating those ugly monsters outside!” A low level mage reported in the private sanctum of his master.
”What else is new? Let them kill each other.”
”It would be good for us to have more deaths.” High Magus Olodel did not open his eyes and just continued on his meditation.
He was recovering his lost mana but it would take a long long time for it to replenish fully.
”There's only one man who's doing it, master.”