Chapter 1131: The High Orc Fears.

"What insolence, with just the two of you? Soldiers, send them to their deaths," the High Orc with the greatsword said as he drew the massive weapon from his back and pointed it toward Butcher and Oni.

"Arghhh!"

At that command, multiple Orcs from the greatsword-wielding general's unit and the third High Orc general's unit charged forward.

"Stay back, these ones are mine," Butcher said as he started walking ahead, after a few steps, he lowered the axe that had been resting on his shoulder.

With each step he took, lightning energy began to gather and course through his body, causing the area within thirty meters of him to transform into a miniature lightning domain.

Butcher looked at the towering green-skinned Orcs riding their war wolves towards him, with their faces fearless and savage, and he smiled.

Then he raised his axe high to his left side with only his right hand, to wield such a massive two-handed axe so casually was already proof of Butcher's monstrous strength.

However, he wasn't trying to show off his physical might, in an almost effortless motion, he swung the axe outward in a back hand motion, and that was when everything changed.

【> High Tier Skill + Spell - Tempest Execution High Tier Spell - Shadow Teleportation High Tier Spell - Umbra Hands <]

And just like that, as if mocking all logic, Oni's hand pierced straight through the Red Orc's chest, the general turned to look at him, his face still carrying lingering shock.

A Red Orc, the ones who towered over the green-skinned Orcs and are referred to as High Orcs and whose race was famed for monstrous defensive power, had just had his chest pierced by nothing but a hand.

He could barely believe it, yet it had happened, and he could already feel the life draining out of him as Oni silently and slowly withdrew his hand from his chest dragging his heart out.

From start to finish, the demon face on Oni's mask remained completely blank, as if he had done nothing of importance at all, the Greatsword General, who had been charging forward, yanked hard on the reins, bringing his wolf to an abrupt stop.

As he stared at Oni, a deep sense of dread crept into him.

One move.

That was all it had taken to kill his colleague, in that instant, the fear of death seized him.

He wanted to turn and flee, but the moment he looked up, he saw Butcher high in the air, descending with his axe raised above his head in both hands.

"Shit!" he muttered, but at that exact moment, he felt a powerful suction dragging him backward.

"What are you tensing your muscles for? Let go!"

The next thing he heard was the female High Orc General's voice, and this time he didn't resist, he allowed the pull of the wind to drag him backward until he reached her side.

While being pulled away, he watched Butcher slam his axe into his mount, the same mount he had been sitting on moments earlier, killing it before the axe even came down; the force from his weapon had been enough to decimate the wolf.

Still after that, the contained lightning energy in the axe exploded outward in every direction, and the sight alone made him realize one thing clearly, if he had still been there, he would not have survived.

"This mission is a failure. They are beyond what we can handle," the female High Orc General said as she turned her mount and retreated, with the greatsword-wielding general riding behind her.

She had already ordered her Orcs to run the moment she saw how easily Butcher had decimated the other Orc soldiers charged earlier.

Even so, she had stayed behind briefly to see if she could save her fellow generals, but the third one had been far too headstrong, and she had a strong feeling that if she tried to recover his body, that shadowy one(Oni) would come after her.

She had seen everything that happened, and she had no interest in getting on his bad side, which was why she had only gone back for the other High Orc General.