The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 414 - Weakling

"You humans and your puny tactics are of no interest to my people," declared the leader of the orc army.

Among his kin, he was a rising lord; though no longer a youth, he had come into possession of an incomparable treasure many years prior.

This artifact bestowed upon him great power and a modicum of wisdom, providing just enough of an edge to elevate him above his peers.

The moment he mastered the artifact's use, he set out on the path to becoming an absolute power, with the ultimate goal of reigning as the monarch of all greenskins.

His ascent did not go unnoticed, however, as his rivals did everything in their power to obstruct him, slaughtering his people and ambushing his ranks. After all, the orcs were not the only race among the greenskins. Fortunately, Belgrath had presented him with a significant opportunity far from his homeland—a chance to secure a safe haven to bolster his legions.

Once his forces were sufficient, he intended to finally return to the ancestral swamps of the greenskins.

"I understand your concerns, Lord Zharuk, but please, going head-to-head against the royal army is not a good idea. We don't even know how powerful that brat who killed Count Nirm is."

"Stay here, keep crying. My soldiers are marching! Today, we eat man meat!" Zharuk roared. Over thirty thousand orcs marched in formation alongside the soldiers of Belgrath.

As his voice died down, the humans were seized by trembling while the orcs vibrated with anticipation.

Cries of malice and amusement erupted from the ranks as they thrust their weathered, rusty weapons toward the sky.

Without hesitation, Zharuk took point and entered the Kanyon.

With a heavy sigh, Belgrath followed Zharuk, and the two of them ascended into the heavens.

The royal armies were already visible and prepared for battle. Looking above the Kanyon, two figures could be seen rising into the air to meet them.

"Take care of the soldiers below, I'll deal with these two." Qingyi commanded the general beside him, his eyes fixed on the approaching Belgrath and Zharuk, who were backed by the orc horde and the human legions.

In truth, Zharuk appeared exactly as Qingyi had envisioned him.

Clad in leather reinforced with steel plating, he wielded a massive axe, his flat green face marked by yellowed, protruding tusks.

Standing over three meters tall, his muscular frame possessed a density and physical power that rivaled a low-blooded dragon-man.

"You must be Lord Belcuckold, my wife has spoken highly of you. Is your son well? I hope he doesn't have any problems because he has a castrated father too, hahaha." Qingyi mocked loudly, laughing at Belgrath, who had stopped thirty meters away.

"You... damn bastard!" Belgrath’s features twisted instantly, his teeth grinding in a fit of pure fury.

"Know that after crippling you, I will hand that insolent bitch over to the orcs. Let's see if you can still keep that smile then!"

The threat caused Qingyi’s smile to vanish as he turned his attention toward the Orc Lord.

"I've heard that your people are honest and honorable. I don't believe you'll interfere in a battle between me and Belgrath, am I correct?" Qingyi questioned, which brought a wide grin to Zharuk’s hideous face.

"I like you, hahahaha. Kill him, I don't care. When you're done, we'll fight."

"Good." Qingyi smiled, his amusement growing as he noted the lack of fear on Belgrath’s face.

Qingyi was about to introduce him to true despair.

Behind the handsome youth, the massive silhouette of a black dragon materialized, looming over the battlefield below.

Its roar echoed for miles, a terrifying presence that drained the courage from everyone present.

Belgrath realized his error and attempted to strike back, but his reaction was far too slow.

Qingyi was already upon him, swinging the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword. Utilizing his draconic vision, he pinpointed the exact location of Belgrath’s mana heart.

With a fluid motion and before any defense could be mounted, Qingyi skewered the mana heart. Simultaneously, he gathered a small sphere of Qi in his other hand, slamming it directly into Belgrath’s crotch.

A scream of pure agony rang out as Belgrath was sent hurtling back toward his own troops.

His genitals were completely destroyed; his face was a mask of tears and blood trailed behind his falling body.

Had he really been defeated? So easily and in such a pathetic manner?

How could this happen? Was his grand dream truly ending here?

No, it was impossible!

Belgrath fought the reality with every fiber of his being, but he was powerless to change his fate as one of his officers caught him. "Hahahaha, you're good for an insignificant human." Zharuk caught a scent in the air. "You don't even smell like an puny human, huh? Hahahaha." The Orc Lord’s laughter boomed through the Kanyon, mixing with the screams of war as his orcs collided with Qingyi’s forces. He paid no mind to his ally's downfall; frankly, it didn't concern him.

Being an orc, his intellect was simple, and his entire existence was rooted in violence.

Qingyi merely smiled back at Zharuk, choosing not to waste breath on insults.

He doubted the orc possessed the mental capacity to grasp the nuances of a sophisticated taunt.

Except for one very specific kind, of course.

"Just come on already, weakling, I don't have all day." Qingyi’s voice was dripping with mockery.

"Weakling? Me? YOU ARE WEAKLING!" Zharuk bellowed, lashing out with his massive axe. Any favorable impression he had of Qingyi evaporated instantly.

'Strong...' Qingyi noted internally while parrying the heavy axe blade. The orc was going all out, coating his weapon in a fierce, flaming mana.

As the axe clashed with the Sky-Defying Thunder Sword, a massive explosion of fire swallowed them both. The surrounding air began to boil, and stray birds on the horizon were turned to ash as the flames reached toward the sky.

To the Orc Lord's shock, Qingyi remained unmoved, merely shuddering once before flashing a bold smile.

"Well... if it weren't for my bloodline projection, you would have hurt me badly, weakling." Qingyi grinned, delivering a spinning kick to Zharuk’s chest.

Had Qingyi not recently evolved his lineage, Zharuk might have actually been a difficult opponent.

But having improved so significantly, he felt almost no pressure from the Orc Lord now.

"Ugh..." Zharuk was knocked back several meters. Fuming with rage, he reached into his gear and pulled out a small object.

It was a golden talisman, a type Qingyi recognized instantly.

He had seen one exactly like it held by that young hero from the Church of Auranys back in Eagle Peak Valley months ago. Why would Zharuk be carrying such a thing?