Chapter 340

The city wall collapsed.

Inside the city, under the night light, several hundred Ottino elite soldiers clad in white armor, white helmets, and white cloaks were especially conspicuous; they wielded short swords and square shields, or spears and longswords, forming teams of four, cooperating in the streets behind the wall to block the green tide as much as possible.

Although they are cold weapons, in the hands of these soldiers they can achieve an effect not inferior to, and even superior to, that of thermal weapons.

"Whoosh! whoosh!" The large-caliber projectiles fired by the orcs screamed past.

"Buzz! buzz!" The defensive posture of the deployed square shields helps their masters cancel out the attacks.

One sees a team of four white-armored soldiers, two of them raising shields to help block for their comrades behind, then charging forward at extreme running speed, rushing into the beast horde, and at the instant of contact erupting with strong force, surprisingly suppressing the front-line foes with their "slender" bodies.

Seeing the two comrades break open a gap and disrupt the orcs' rhythm, the other two white-armored soldiers took the opportunity to rush into the beast horde, waving spears and longswords wrapped in spiritual energy light, then with light, agile motions vigorously stabbing and hacking down the orcs that appeared much stronger than them.

The situation stalemated, making the orcs both excited and angry.

The excitement lay in being beaten down by four "skinny runts," showing this was interesting; the anger lay in being beaten down by four skinny runts?!

"Roar!!" The orcs bellowed in anger.

The four white-armored soldiers could all see the spittle spraying in the air and smell an indescribable, utterly nauseating stench.

Of course, while the orcs shouted excitedly, they also released a stronger spiritual shock, causing the four well-coordinated, quick-reacting white-armored soldiers to freeze, unable to move an inch.

Seizing the moment, the orcs mustered all their strength, hacking and smashing the white-armored soldiers' bodies with their crude, roughly made rusted cleavers, spiked clubs, and various broken weapons…

"Bang!!"

"Plop!"

Fine armor was useless against the brutal, unreasonable force; in the blink of an eye, the four white-armored soldiers were surrounded by the orcs and turned into unrecognizable minced meat.

Gazing out.

Because the southern city wall and spiritual energy barrier had been destroyed by that "big boss," the orcs could smoothly pass through the gap, letting the fighting spread completely into the city.

Everywhere one could see similar situations to those four white-armored soldiers; being absolutely disadvantaged in numbers and spiritual energy, the Ottino troops stationed here had no choice but to abandon outer defenses entirely, pull back their forces, and retreat to the palace that likewise had walls.

Inside the palace, however, gathered were tens of thousands of civilians and the remaining soldiers; an oval-shaped spiritual energy barrier emitting white light outward enveloped the whole palace and the nearby streets.

All Ottino inhabitants of this classical city have already become a nation of soldiers.

At this moment, on the south gate of the palace…

"Child..." an elderly elf wearing white armor with a red cloak draped behind, his beard and hair all white, gazed at the swiftly retreating "elf" troops and the endless green-skin wave shining oily under the fire's reflection, and couldn't help but sigh softly to the woman beside him: "Ivelfreni, where exactly is the aid you spoke of? Could it be the Titanic people?"

"Titanic? Impossible, father; their race excels only at fleeing and kicking someone when they're down."

In reply, the woman wore a red floor-length robe, her light yellow, nearly white long hair, delicate features, and bore some resemblance to the elderly elf.

"Besides them, who else could there be?" the elderly elf said with a worried face.

"Humans." As her daughter, Yifuleini had no mind to play "riddle man"; she at once explained, as the ancestor guarding the Ottino clan and also her father: "They will surely intervene to help, after all, to them we are a useful pawn, and moreover…"

Yifuleini said, also lifting her head to gaze at the starry sky, her tone slightly relieved: "Humans should have already defeated the green-skin fleet; I expect they'll descend from the heavens before long."

"Humans?" the elderly elf's worry remained.

"He" Feiersuosi is not unfamiliar with humans; or rather, the Titanic fleet being driven off by Rog and fleeing in panic from the prehistoric planet has already made all the species in this star system aware.

But "he" knows little about humans.

Although just recently come of age, but with exceptional spiritual talent and extraordinary prophetic ability, her daughter Yifuleini at this moment "he" says humans will save "them," and even plainly says "they" are a pawn metaphor, always making Feiersuosi feel very uneasy.

"He" and the other ancestors, ten thousand years ago, perceived that the Weirlin clan's decline was inevitable, thus leading part of the people to flee and settle on the Ottino planet.

After that, the astral storms triggered by the birth of myriad evil gods caused all the ancestors except Feiersuosi to perish; and "he," who esteemed individual martial prowess, was far inferior in spiritual energy use to those ancestors who have passed.

Even so, the Ottino people are not to be trifled with; there also exist emerging races that can contend with them.

About three hundred Earth years ago, the rising Titanic Empire was in full swing, massively expanding its territory, defeating every species in this star system, including "them," the Ottino people.

The outcome was obvious: at that time, the Titanic Empire was smashed by Feiersuosi and the Ottino people, who merely wanted to "peacefully farm" and enjoy a tranquil life.

Thereafter, the Titanic Empire never again dared to provoke the Ottino lightly.

Moreover, that year was also Yifuleini's birth year, which made Feiersuosi even less inclined to worry about galactic trifles, wishing only to safeguard his daughter and kin in peaceful living.

Never did he expect that a weird species like green-skin orcs would sweep the star system, nor that mere "Waaagh"-shouting brutes would prove so hard to deal with.

What is deeply despairing is that the orc fleet attacking the Ottino is merely an extremely minor branch of all the greenskins.

Feiersuosi can foresee that if the greenskins' development is not checked in time, and this continues, before long the whole galaxy will hear nothing but "Waaagh."

As for the meaning of the "pawn" that his daughter spoke of…

Feiersuosi, who has lived tens of thousands of years, knows that only by promising to serve humanity and providing tangible aid will humanity give the corresponding "reward."

With life in the hands of another race, the feeling of himself, his kin, and his daughter being reduced to pawns truly makes Feiersuosi very displeased, but there is nothing he can do.

"Father, look quickly!"

Yifuleini's sudden cry of warning broke Feiersuosi's reverie; following the direction she pointed, he looked up at the night sky and saw countless meteors rushing to attack "them."

"Waaagh!!!"

Yet another earth-shaking howl turned Feiersuosi's gaze downward, landing on the orc chieftain that had already charged into the city.

"Boom——!!" A spiritual shock followed close behind the chief's roar.

"Crack——crackla~!!" The spiritual energy barrier protecting the palace was easily shattered and destroyed.

Seeing this.

"Stay here, Father will go buy some time; I hope humanity, as you said, can help us escape the extinction crisis." Feiersuosi gently stroked Yifuleini's fine hair, then raised his right hand holding the longsword, turned and left the wall, shouting loudly: "Knights, follow me!"

"Yes!"

Watching her father lead the white-armored knights and many ordinary soldiers as they voluntarily left the palace, Yifuleini, realizing that now "she" would only cause trouble by staying at Feiersuosi's side, raised her left hand to release a faint barrier that re-enveloped the palace, resisting the orcs' artillery and air strikes. Outside the palace.

Feiersuosi and his forces have already clashed with the boundless orcs.

The Ottino people emphasize formation and coordination; shield bearers form a shield wall, with soldiers and white-armored knights behind it responsible for stabbing, while in the rear are mages continually unleashing spiritual energy attacks.

The force led by Feiersuosi successfully held back the green frenzy, but "he," this ancestor, did not stop his steps, charging alone into the surge to try to block the orc chieftain still approaching the palace.

Just then.

"Boom…boom…"

Countless drop pods screamed past, smashing into the interior and exterior of the classical city, and also into the nearby forest.

Furthermore, all the large drop pods exclusive to the Astate, instead of activating their usual buffer measures before impact, treated themselves as shells and plunged straight into the areas where the orcs were clustered.

Pfft!!

In an instant, the battlefield was filled not only with gunfire and artillery, but also with the sounds of orcs being crushed flat by heavy weights and their bodies bursting.

South of the palace.

With a "Boom~!" the hatch was flung open manually, and immediately Carlos, gripping his laser micro-submachine gun, leapt out of the drop pod that had slammed diagonally into a building.

After firmly planting his feet on Ottino's soil, Carlos didn't pause; he kicked open the door and linked up with the Fangtooth Shark squad, then joined the two extreme warrior squads that had also landed in this area, and began to mop up the green‑skinned orcs.

"Tak‑tak!" Orange and red high‑energy beams flared up.

"Ka‑ka!" The unique report of the bolt‑gun also pierced the heart.

"For my father!" along with the metallic battle cries of the extreme warriors, began to reverberate across the entire battlefield.

One could see a squad champion whose helmet resembled an ancient Roman praetorian, his left hand "bulky", his right hand gripping a power short sword; as soon as the drop pod completed a hard landing and its hatch opened, he could not wait to charge out of the pod.

"Hum~! Sizzle!!" The pale blue energy field wrapping the blade easily sliced the orc in half at the waist.

Boom!!

The power fist worn on his left hand, while reducing an orc to fragments, also unleashed a shockwave mixed with Spiritual Energy lightning that annihilated everything except himself.

This blow also revealed that the squad champion preferred to fight alone—or had to—because he feared injuring his own comrades.

In contrast, the Fangtooth Shark squad led by Carlos…

Die! Die!!

Get over here!

Its fighting style and hoarse battle cries made it quite simply the most insane unit among all human forces.

Brigadier General Carlos led the charge, sweeping with his laser weapon while engaging in close combat with the green‑skinned orcs whose builds far surpassed theirs.

One of the Fangtooth Sharks sprinted forward, then leapt with all his might, using the strength boost from his exclusive TPS Power Armor to perform a rugby‑like tackle that knocked a rust‑cleaver‑wielding orc to the ground; he then jammed the barrel of his laser micro-submachine gun into the orc's face and pulled the trigger with his right index finger…

Pap‑pap‑pap!!

The orc's forehead was blasted apart.

Roar!!

Even so, the orc, in its dying moments, mustered all its strength and swung a right‑handed punch at the Fangtooth Shark standing on it.

Hum! The fist struck the energy shield.

Whoosh! The Fangtooth Shark was blown back by the powerful force, spinning and tumbling through the air to crash into a two‑story house, then buried under the collapsing rubble.

But soon the Fangtooth Shark crawled out of the debris, shook his head vigorously, readied his laser micro-submachine gun, and returned to the fight.

Although the orcs' dying burst could crush a mortal body, the Fangtooth Shark's TPS Power Armor is far too costly to be easily shattered—thus the three‑way melee raged.

The Extreme Legion gained the upper hand through drop‑pod assaults, equipment superiority, and no fewer than a thousand Astate, while reinforcements arriving by transport aircraft and ships further solidified their advantage.

On the Ottino side, they naturally regarded the humans as the foretold aid of the Evefrini Prophecy, especially the Astate's extremely efficient means of slaughter, which made those long‑eared elves realize that victory was no longer a distant hope, boosting their morale greatly.

Turning to the orcs…

"Hahaha!" The orc chieftain at the vortex's center laughed heartily, seemingly oblivious to the situation, swinging his massive hammer and continually striking the agile Philsoes.

Boom! Boom!

Each time the hammer struck empty air, its head hitting the ground caused a tremor like "earth moving, mountains shaking" and released a shockwave filled with green lightning.

Such a barbaric attack left Philsoes with no opening; even if he was extraordinarily arrogant, he knew that matching brute strength with the orc chieftain would surely end in his defeat in a single clash.

What further plunged Philsoes into despair was that the orc chieftain's Spiritual Energy reserves were unfathomable; if he wished, he could certainly overturn the battle single‑handedly.

The reason the orc chieftain didn't care was simple and plain: he simply wanted to "have fun."

He treated war as a game.

Not only the chieftain, but the surrounding orcs seemed to share the same view; the "Waaagh!" chants and heavy‑metal rock grew louder, achieving a kind of Spiritual Energy "resonance" that split the heads of the highly Spiritual‑Energy‑sensitive Philsoes and the Ottino folk.

However, the Extreme Legion in the fray had already uploaded the intel about the orc chieftain in the classical city, and so…

Space twisted, and dozens of blinding blue light clusters appeared.

"Swish‑swish!" After a flash of light, Robert and his fifty victorious troops completed the transfer.

At the same time, Robert, standing between the orc chieftain and Philsoes, raised his right hand, wielding the Flame‑brand Sword to block the incoming hammer for that elven forefather, accompanied by a "Clang!!" of metal, as blazing fire and green Spiritual Energy clashed.

Meanwhile, atop the city wall…

"That is…" Evefrini, hand on the city wall, gazed as Robert took his father's place and fought the orc chieftain, and she murmured to herself, "The eldest son of the Master of Humanity…"

(End of chapter)