This young master truly has the ambition of a hero.

Faced with the woman's blunt surrender rhetoric, the orc warriors were all furious, feeling insulted. The tattooed orc in the lead was especially enraged; if the female shaman hadn't been holding him back, he would have charged forward long ago.

"Let me go, I'll take care of her!"

"You're no match for her. She could kill us without lifting a finger. Don't make a pointless sacrifice!"

Upon hearing the female shaman's words, the tattooed orc looked surprised, but he knew that she was an apostle of the Blood God and could see things that ordinary people like them could not see, so he could only believe her. However, when he looked at the blonde woman, his eyes were still full of disbelief.

Meanwhile, Lucoa muttered to herself, "It seems that bluffing is indeed effective. Although the female orc can see that her true form is a dragon, she doesn't know that she is currently just an avatar that has deliberately suppressed her power to adapt to the laws of the world, and only has the strength equivalent to the Saint level in this world."

If the two sides really start fighting, she might not be able to stop everyone.

At this moment, Bai Qiangdai led a troop of cavalry to notice the situation and rushed over. Lucoa quickly signaled not to make any rash moves, so the cavalry did not launch a direct charge but instead chose to surround the enemy.

By this time, the battle in the camp was almost over. Although a small number of orcs who were not seriously poisoned managed to escape before the encirclement closed, most of them were surrounded and killed.

Despite having a military force equal to that of the humans, the orcs were unable to organize an effective defense and instead fought their own tribes independently.

The result was that, amidst the chaos, they were torn apart by the human army and then eaten piece by piece. In addition, the allied forces rescued many captured humans from the camp, who were treated extremely cruelly. Some human soldiers mistakenly entered the orcs' "kitchen," only glanced inside, and then ran out vomiting uncontrollably.

As more and more human soldiers surrounded them, the orcs guarding the black coffin grew increasingly desperate. A few orcs couldn't withstand the pressure, lost their composure, and charged forward. Before they could even get close to the enemy to fight for their lives, they were riddled with crossbow bolts and turned into pincushions.

Dick also arrived with his troops. As soon as Xia saw the black coffin, she couldn't help but frown. She leaned down and whispered a few words in Dick's ear, indicating that it was the source of the evil energy that she and Ayane had sensed during their previous reconnaissance, and there was no mistake about it.

Chapter 130: The Blood God of the Orcs

"What are you dawdling about?! Just kill all these beasts and that's it!"

Seeing that a large number of soldiers had gathered, Eugene Banner arrived with a squad of his personal guards. The old count was not young, but he was still a vigorous and high-ranking warrior. He personally took to the battlefield with a large axe, fighting as if he had just rolled in a pool of blood.

Holding onto the various old and new grudges from years of fighting with the orcs, Eugene always believed that only dead orcs were good orcs. So he picked up his axe and was about to rush up and kill them all, but he was stopped by White Spear with his lance, which made the old man very unhappy.

Why are you stopping me?

"My lord is to capture these orcs alive."

"Capture them alive? Is that necessary? Even if we need to get information, there's no need to leave so many behind!"

Although he was resentful, Eugene respected Dick and his highly skilled retainers in this world, so he only muttered a few words but obediently led his men to the side to wait and see how Dick planned to deal with these orcs.

At this point, the orcs knew they were doomed. With only a dozen or so of them, even with the blessing of the Blood God, they couldn't possibly break through the encirclement of thousands of human soldiers.

However, as loyal followers of the Blood God, they absolutely could not accept being forced to surrender and hand over the sacred artifact to the despicable human race.

After a brief standoff, when Dick had urged them to surrender for the third time, the tattooed orc leader suddenly roared and charged at Lukoya, ignoring the desperate attempts of the female shaman beside him. The other orcs followed their leader, all of them glowing green.

If they activated their berserk state, these orcs roared and mutated, their bodies instantly more than doubling in size in the green light, resembling the Hulk in his transformed state.

Seeing this, Dick thought to himself that these orcs were no small fry; they were all elite units.

The transformed green-skinned orcs not only gained a significant increase in size and strength, but also acquired invulnerable skin and bones, allowing crossbow bolts fired by soldiers to be deflected directly. The leader was even more outrageous; his roar seemed to have a mental attack effect, causing Dick to feel a headache coming on, which in turn caused fluctuations in the magic power within his body.

This is clearly not as simple as just having a loud voice that makes people's heads hurt.

However, while these orcs were indeed quite strong, the human race was not lacking in powerful individuals as well.

Not counting the group of beautiful and powerful girls under Dick's command, the other two participating families also had dozens of high-level mages and warriors, so they were not afraid at all in the fight!

Seeing that these special orcs were not easy to deal with, the experts from each faction stepped forward, while the ordinary soldiers quickly retreated, giving the big shots room to maneuver.

Just as the two sides were about to start fighting, a sound like a watermelon being smashed open suddenly made the battlefield seem to freeze in time, instantly plunging it into an eerie silence.

That tattooed orc, whose name I don't even know Dick has... is dead!

This guy was incredibly brave. After transforming, he charged straight at Lucoa, the strongest person present. Lucoa simply clapped his hands casually, and he exploded from head to toe like a string of lit firecrackers.

Despite Lucoa's usual smiling demeanor and the fact that she comes from a lighthearted slice-of-life story, Lucoa's true form is, after all, the Feathered Serpent God, and her kindness does not mean she is soft-hearted.

Lucoa's attack stunned the entire audience, causing both sides to forget about the fight.

Seeing the orcs shattered on the ground, the female shaman knelt down in despair, screaming incessantly as if she had been driven mad with fear.

Lucoa, who seemed calm and collected, let out a long sigh of relief, thinking to himself that this orc was quite tragic. He had two powers within him, one was the blessing of the gods, and the other was the enhancement of dragon blood. Coincidentally, these were the powers that Lucoa, the fallen god of the dragon race, was most proficient in.

Therefore, with just a slight movement of her hand, injecting a tiny bit of divine power into his body, the effect was like throwing Mentos into a can of cola, causing him to explode alive due to the clash of forces.

No one else could pull off such a cool, instant kill effect!

Soon, the other orcs were also killed one after another, leaving only the female shaman on the scene. Lucoa walked straight to the black coffin, lifted the lid, and revealed a blood-red statue.

The statue resembles a human figure, but it is so distorted, like a melted candle, that its original appearance is completely unrecognizable.

Kasumi and Ayane frowned as soon as they saw the strange statue, because it gave them a very uncomfortable feeling.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

"That is the Blood God statue, the head of the many evil gods worshipped by the orcs."

The Banner family frequently interacted with orcs (physically), so they were well-informed and knew about some of the orcs' beliefs.

Orcs' beliefs are actually quite pragmatic. They worship any special being willing to grant them power, whether it's a god or some unknown evil spirit. This has led to the formation of many schools of thought, one of which is the Deer-Headed God that Dick once dealt with.

The Blood God is theoretically the most powerful among these worshipped evil gods, because He was once one of the original righteous gods of this world, the god who governed life. However, while governing life, He also extremely promoted cruel human sacrifice, and His followers went around committing massacres and offerings like madmen. In the end, He was killed by other gods who could no longer stand by and watch, stripped of His divinity, and replaced by a more benevolent god.

However, even if a god is stripped of his divine status, he cannot be completely killed. Thus, the original god of life becomes an immortal blood god, like a lingering vengeful spirit in the world, never to be forgotten.

Lucoa looked at the indescribable idol and asked the dejected female shaman.

"What do you intend to do with this?"

Seeing that the female shaman remained silent, Lucoa raised her hand and made a grasping motion towards the statue, and the statue immediately confessed.

"We're heading east to a place called Laguge."

"What are you going to do?"

"Resurrect the Blood God."

How to revive?

"..."

“Speak! I know your soul is bound to this idol. If I destroy it, your soul and spirit will be annihilated, which is worse than death!”

"...In Laguge, there is a dormant ancient god underground. The Blood God wants to seize His divine essence and body so that He can be resurrected."

The female shaman was on the verge of mental collapse, and upon hearing her words, Dick immediately thought of the winter god Ajax, meaning that the Blood God's goal was to possess him.

By this time, the battlefield had been mostly cleaned up. There were no reusable supplies left in the orc camp, and no one wanted to touch the dried meat in the warehouse. Therefore, the main task of cleaning up the battlefield was to finish off the orcs who were not quite dead yet, while transferring the wounded and the rescued prisoners.

Thanks to the field hospital brought by Dick, most of the wounded did not have to be killed on the spot. After seeing the signal that the raid was successful, the garrison on the opposite bank immediately opened the gate and released the sleds, which shuttled back and forth on the solid ice of the Nie River.

On the allied camp side, many minor lords were unaware of the night raid, so when they suddenly heard shouts of killing and explosions coming from the opposite bank, they were immediately terrified and, like broken records, asked around what was happening.

Then they learned some truly astonishing news.

"Holy crap! They made it through?"

Clearly! It wasn't just the orcs who thought the humans wouldn't dare to attack first; even on the allied side, many felt they could only passively defend, and that launching an attack was tantamount to suicide.

However, some people's expressions changed immediately upon hearing the news. They then secretly avoided being seen and hurriedly ran back to their residences, only to be immediately subdued by a group of burly men in black who suddenly appeared.

"What are you doing?! Do you know who I am?!"

"A traitor who's still so arrogant, take him away!"

Having taken a solid punch, the traitor immediately learned to shut up. And this wasn't the only similar anti-adultery squad operating simultaneously within the Allied camp.

Tia has prepared a lot of "entertainment props" for these moles who are eager to expose themselves, ensuring that none of them will be able to sleep tonight!

Meanwhile, further west, under the protection of the seasoned Shahu, Neg successfully broke out of the human army's encirclement, but he was left with less than ten men.

The orcs ran for dozens of miles before stopping to rest briefly in a village that had been burned to ruins.

Neg was feeling very down. He felt that he was really unlucky. Ever since he started invading human territory, he had been constantly getting the short end of the stick.

Seeing this, Shahu patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"It's alright, it's not your fault this time."

Soon, the scouts contacted a nearby orc force that was also heading towards their original orc camp, intending to rendezvous and continue their eastward raids. However, they had strayed from their route and arrived a little late, but by a twist of fate, they escaped unscathed.

Currently, the eastward sweeping force still numbers over 20,000, but these 20,000 are now very scattered and have almost no contact with each other. The core elite force has been almost completely wiped out with the destruction of the main camp.

Everything confirmed Nege's earlier prediction: their initial victory was entirely due to the humans' carelessness, catching them off guard with a surprise attack. Now, however, they had regained their composure, while the orcs had become somewhat overconfident.

Nege wanted to salvage the situation, but it was no longer something he could change.

"Let's retreat! Let's go find Lord Beast King."

As dawn approached, the raiding force returned victorious, having beheaded over four thousand men. The severed heads were piled up in the middle of the Nie River to create a spectacle, intended to deter any subsequent enemy attacks.

The troops returned to the camp to an unprecedented welcome. The Hoffman and Banner families made sure that Dick rode in the center of the triumphant procession, receiving praise and cheers from the people.

After witnessing Lucoa shatter people from a distance, everyone was convinced that this woman was undoubtedly a Saint-level expert, and therefore held her in great awe.

However, as soon as everyone returned to the castle, they witnessed a scene that was hard to contain.

Lucoa, Black and White Gunner, Joel, and Momiji—these five stunningly beautiful yet extremely dangerous and deadly women—immediately picked up Dick and hurriedly ran back to their room.

After all, it was a fierce battle, and everyone was quite exhausted. With the enemy's reinforcements not knowing when they would return, everyone naturally had to make the most of every spare moment to replenish their mana.

Looking at Momiji, who had completely immersed herself in the role, Kasumi couldn't help but sigh. She felt that Momiji had unknowingly become very different from the "Dragon Priestess" she remembered. But the happy smile on Momiji's face was genuine, so Kasumi naturally didn't say anything more.

To be honest, Xayah has quite a good impression of Dick, a result of both his personal charm and his succubus bloodline. However, Xayah has always harbored a deep-seated desire for revenge for her brother, Gale.

However, not long ago, Kasumi learned from Honoka, who was summoned by Dick, that her brother had not actually died. Instead, after losing his memory, he was rescued by a girl named Hitomi. He later rallied and returned to Shinobi Village, becoming the seventeenth head of Tenjinmon again, and also had ambiguous relationships with many girls.

After hearing this, Xia's expression was exactly like that of a cat in a certain meme.

"what?"

Obviously! Honoka, who only made her first appearance in Dead or Alive 5, is in a much later timeline than Kasumi and Ayane from the first game. Momiji, on the other hand, comes from the same world as Ninja Gaiden, so she doesn't know as much about what happened later as Honoka does.

In short, thanks to the information brought by Honoka, Kasumi learned that her brother Hayate had recovered, and she was relieved of her worries and concerns. The last bit of resentment between her and Ayane was also resolved, but their habit of competing with each other in everything was still retained.

In fact, if we set aside her obsession with avenging her brother, Kasumi is actually quite glad that Dick summoned her to another world. Compared to spending her whole life following the family rules and staying in the Ninja Village, she prefers being able to meet many friends from other worlds in a wider world.

Although Dick, as their master, had entered into a slave contract with them, he never treated them as slaves. Instead, he gave them relative freedom and a life of their own.

Now, as Xia prepares to move forward, she begins to hope that Dick will join her in her new life.

Chapter 131: The Beginning of the Northern Alliance

Inside Dick's room, an extremely cruel scene was unfolding, like five large beasts tearing apart and devouring a weak, pitiful, and helpless lamb.

Dick's large head was held by Lucoa, who sucked on it with a sizzling sound, while his slender, fair neck was bitten by Joel, leaving a string of bloody red marks. Black and white guns attacked from both sides, using their brutal chest pressure to hold Dick's protruding hilt. It finally managed to squeeze out a little bit, but was then swallowed whole by Momiji.

Dick couldn't tell anyone about this pain of being unable to control his own destiny; he could only bear it silently.

It is Dick's duty as the master to replenish the mana of his subordinates. Although they can recover naturally through rest, the replenishment efficiency is not as good as physical contact.

To outsiders who are unaware of the truth, this behavior may seem like utter debauchery, but imagine if King Zhou were transformed into Daji, and his civil and military officials could receive the Queen's body as a reward for their merits. The warriors of the Shang Dynasty would not be invincible, but they would certainly be extremely capable in battle!

After enjoying the appetizers, everyone prepared to eat the main course. However, when it came to who would start eating first, no one was willing to yield to each other. In the end, they had to follow the old custom and discuss who had more food.

Black Gunner Alter thought she should go first because she had the most kills, but Lucoa immediately protested, saying that she was the one who killed the strongest one and that she should be the MVP.

The two were arguing and wanted Dick to be their judge. But when they turned around, they discovered that Joel, who usually seemed the most honest and unassuming, had secretly taken advantage of the chaos to steal from their home!

In fact, after spending a long time together, it's not hard to discover that Joel is a carnivore at heart. Before she had tasted meat, she simply didn't know the flavor of meat. Now that she's tasted it, she's even fallen into the trap of becoming a half-demon with pink hearts in her eyes. Dick doesn't even need to take the initiative; she can develop herself on her own!

Despite the fighting and scrambling, everyone knew they were on the front lines of war. Replenishing mana was for faster recovery, not for pure enjoyment. If they really wanted to have fun, they'd have to wait until after the war and back home.

"Young Master, after this battle, shall we go back and have a date?"

"Hey! Don't set such an unlucky flag!"

Hearing Joel suddenly utter such a sentence, Dick was utterly shocked. He quickly covered her mouth with his tongue and, at the same time, ran his hands along the smooth curves of Joel's waist, from the plains to the peaks, rubbing those two delicate points with his fingertips, so that her not-so-bright little head would stop thinking about strange things.

Since they were on the front lines, Dick couldn't go too far. He simply spent two hours driving the stakes before leaving the room with five rosy-cheeked and energetic girls.

When the group arrived at the hall, they saw Earl Banner sitting there eating and drinking heartily, with his sons sitting opposite him. Their expressions towards Dick and the others were subtle, a mixture of envy and disappointment.

The old count ignored his sons' reactions and waved to Dick with a smile.

"Kid, you must be exhausted after fighting so many tough battles. Come on over and have something to eat."

The old count's words were pointed, but the teasing was not malicious, and his eyes were full of admiration.

He's intelligent, capable, and has a bunch of strong women under his command, all of whom he manages to keep under control. Regardless of the methods he uses, if his kids had that ability, he'd be laughing all the way to the bank.