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Chapter 375 Fierce Battle (Third Update)

Spatial rifts spread like a spider web, and through the cracks, one can glimpse bizarre and fantastical subspace scenes.

A blinding blue-white light suddenly shone like a supernova explosion, instantly engulfing everything on the battlefield.

In the light, everyone's figures became blurry silhouettes, and weapons and armor were reduced to dark outlines in the bright light.

Then, in a blinding flash, everything disappeared.

In this extremely violent energy vortex, all the warriors' senses were completely shattered!

Sight, hearing, and touch were all distorted and torn apart, and consciousness was as if it had been thrown into the core of a supernova explosion.

All that remained before my eyes was an extremely dazzling white light, a light that was millions of times more blinding than the core of a star, as if I were looking directly at the first ray of light at the creation of the universe.

My ears were filled with piercing high-frequency noise, like a million chainsaws cutting metal at the same time, or the screeching sound of countless pieces of glass being crushed, as if the entire universe had frozen at that moment!

Even the most robust power armor groaned under the strain of this energy storm.

Only that intense feeling of weightlessness made everyone feel as if they were falling into an endless abyss, spinning around and around!
The internal organs churned inside, and the bones groaned in pain as gravity disrupted them.

The sense of time is completely distorted; a second is stretched into eternity, while a thousand years seem to pass in the blink of an eye.

As the amazing light finally began to fade, the first thing that caught the eye was the orcs' iconic rust-red deck!

The rough welding marks are like scars scratched by a giant beast, the crooked rivets are like festering boils, and the orc graffiti everywhere depicts various violent scenes with the wildest strokes—clumsy skulls, blood-dripping machetes, exploding spaceships, each one exuding primitive savagery.

The sound of several pieces of scrap metal rolling on the deck was a hundred times more piercing than the sound of sandpaper rubbing!
The metal fragments bounced and collided on the uneven deck, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound, like the noise of a fingernail scratching on a blackboard amplified a thousand times.

The two berserkers in the distance are still fighting!

Muswag and Zanazt were like two mad beasts, their dark red demon blood pouring out like a torrential rain!

Each clash between them erupted in blinding flashes of blood, sparks flying from the collision of claws and battle axes, leaving deadly trails in the air.

Every drop of blood burned a smoldering hole in the metal deck, and the pungent smell of sulfur was so strong that it could suffocate the giant beast!
The smell was like rotten eggs mixed with burnt rubber, or like molten asphalt mixed with the stench of a rotting corpse; just smelling it made one's eyes burn and one's throat tighten.

The surrounding area was filled with the rugged buildings of the orcs, their crooked metal supports resembling skeletons gnawed by giant beasts, and twisted steel beams hung with all sorts of trophies—rusty chainsaw swords, skulls riddled with bullet holes, and fragmented Titan remains!

Each piece of loot was covered with the orcs' signature red markings, which gleamed with a blood-red sheen in the dim light.

The air was thick with the stench of engine oil and fungal spores, a smell even more nauseating than a rotting swamp!
The thick steam from the engine oil irritated the nasal cavity, while the drifting green spores took root and sprouted in the lungs, causing a stinging sensation to everyone who breathed them.

When the water droplets that condense on the metal wall drip down, they bring down a layer of sticky green fungal carpet.

The most thrilling moment was the duel between the two demon princes!
Muswag's battle axe unleashed a blood-red storm with each strike, leaving a lingering crimson afterimage in the air; Zanazt's bone claws, on the other hand, left dark trails of death in the air, the claw marks seeming to tear reality apart.

The sparks that fly from their every clash are more dazzling than a stellar explosion!
The blinding light illuminated the entire battlefield as if it were daytime, even turning the sturdiest orc armor a crimson red. The shockwave sent metal fragments flying everywhere, those sharp metal pieces spinning and slicing through the air like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Several oblivious orcs were torn to shreds by the aftershocks as soon as they got close!

Their green bodies were torn to shreds like rag dolls, their entrails and metal parts spraying onto the deck.

"WAAAGH!!!" Several green-skinned warriors were still shouting excitedly, their stupid brains completely unable to comprehend the horror before them.

In the blink of an eye, it was blasted into a bloody mist by the aftershocks of energy! The green flesh exploded like fireworks, forming a bloody halo around the demon prince.

The runes on Muswag's armor shone like burning lava; this battlefield suited him perfectly!
Every rune was flashing wildly, greedily absorbing the killing energy that permeated the battlefield.

Even in human nests we had to be restrained, but now? We can act without any scruples!
These orcs were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in his eyes!

He grinned maliciously as he swung his battle axe, each strike carrying a pent-up, brutal pleasure as he sent more oblivious greenskins into eternal darkness.

"Come and fight, you coward!" Muswag laughed wildly, brandishing his battle axe. The sound of his voice made the surrounding metal supports hum.

His battle axe drew a perfect blood-red arc, and the surrounding orcs fell like ears of wheat, their green heads flying into the air with expressions of disbelief.

The surviving orcs finally realized their fear and began to scatter and flee, but they could not escape the sharp blade of the demon prince.

Blood, bits of flesh, and metal fragments danced wildly in the air, creating a primal and violent war scene!
Crimson blood droplets mingled with green bodily fluids, raining down as sharp metal fragments swirled and danced in the energy storm, each reflecting the carnage of the battlefield.

The entire space seemed to have become a giant meat grinder, mercilessly crushing all the lives caught in it.

The fierce battle between the two demon princes turned the entire area into a battlefield inferno, with new victims joining this bloody feast every second!
The orcs' severed limbs were piled up like mountains, and broken weapons and armor fragments covered the entire ground.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the acrid smell of burning metal, causing even the most ferocious orc warriors to instinctively retreat.

Although weakened by the Blood God's curse, Muswag's complete demonic body still exudes overwhelming power!

With each step he took, the metal deck dented and deformed, and the wind pressure generated by his swinging battle axe could send nearby orcs flying.

Every muscle line contained destructive explosive power, and the runes on the armor flashed with a deadly red light!
The ancient chaotic runes writhed like living things, each flash releasing a chilling energy fluctuation.

In contrast, Zanazt's mutilated body was constantly emitting chaotic energy, with unstable energy turbulence gushing from the wound on his left side.

The battle between the two demon princes has reached a fever pitch and a stalemate!

Each collision between the battle axe and the claws unleashed dazzling sparks of energy, and the shockwaves swept away all debris within a radius of tens of meters.

Their roars intertwined, forming a soul-shaking symphony of death, causing even the space itself to tremble slightly in the terrifying sound waves.

(End of this chapter)