Fantasy Family Simulator

Chapter 324

The deputy captain’s eyelid twitched as he felt increasingly uncomfortable under the intense gaze. He shifted his eyes away, looking toward another direction.

But in the next moment, a scream echoed from behind him. The deputy captain sighed inwardly, wanting to offer a final moment of silence for his fallen comrade, but he quickly realized something was wrong—the scream just now… it seemed to come from an orc?

He turned his head and was shocked to see a new figure had appeared on the battlefield. This stranger's arrival suppressed everyone present, and the overwhelming spiritual power emanating from him felt like a massive mountain pressing down on their chests, making it hard to breathe. The deputy captain’s eyes filled with fear, and his limbs began to tremble—he had never felt anything like this, not even in the presence of their commanding officer.

“A Saint—a Saint-level mage!” The deputy captain clutched his chest as a sense of despair began to swell within him.

As he desperately tried to think of an excuse, a strange sensation spread through his body, filling him with dread. Looking down, he discovered that a small swirl of sand had formed into a brown ring around him, slowly disintegrating his body inch by inch.

“Help, help me! Ahh!”

But by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. The force of disintegration spread throughout his body, and within moments, the man who had been standing there just a moment ago vanished entirely.

The death of the traitor brought a wave of relief to the soldiers, who now understood the Saint’s stance. The atmosphere was electrified with astonishment and gratitude as they looked upon this unfamiliar but clearly powerful ally.

On the other side, the orcs were thrown into chaos by the sudden appearance of this human Saint. The lead Blood Moon Werewolf, in particular, looked as though he had just swallowed a bitter insect—his face twitched, his muscles tightened, and his fur bristled, all signs of the immense psychological pressure he was under.

“Scatter and run! Get the information back to headquarters!” the Blood Moon Werewolf shouted, waving his arms. Instantly, hundreds of orcs scattered like startled birds, fleeing in all directions.“Running under my watch? What a joke…”

Rhett watched the orcs disperse in a fan shape and let out a cold laugh. His spiritual power spread instantly, and the sky was suddenly filled with swirling sand. Countless tiny earth elements condensed into shackles, wrapping around the legs, arms, and waists of each orc. With the power of the Concentration Mysticism applied, the rocky shackles were unimaginably strong, resisting even the most desperate struggles.

Earth Spikes!Swish, swish, swish…

With a single thought, hundreds of earth spikes shot up from the ground, piercing through the orcs’ bodies and sending blood spraying into the air.

“Saint Magus, let us assist you!”

The Wind Knight, seeing all the orcs restrained, quickly took the cue and shouted from the ground. He infused his sword with a large amount of battle aura, causing it to glow with a blue hue. The surrounding knights, hearing the command, swiftly charged toward the orcs.

“No need for that!” Rhett frowned and waved his hand to stop them. He had intentionally avoided striking vital points with his earth spikes, merely incapacitating the orcs. Even if the destiny points from a few hundred kills were small, they still added up, and he wasn’t about to waste them.

“Understood... understood.” The Wind Knight hesitated briefly, then quickly issued new orders to halt his men’s actions.

“Taylors, the rest is up to you…” Rhett stopped spreading his spiritual power and patted Taylors on the shoulder. Taylors, experienced in this task, nodded, drew his twisted staff, and began casting spells on the nearest orc.

Taking advantage of the moment, Rhett approached the Wind Knight, who struggled to rise, his expression showing both respect and pain.

Noticing how difficult it was for him to move, Rhett shook his head, gently patted the knight, and handed him a bottle of Phoenix Elixir. “Take this and heal up first.”

“Thank you, thank you, Saint Magus!” The Wind Knight coughed, suppressing the pain in his chest, and without hesitation, accepted the elixir. He quickly downed the contents, feeling the powerful energy course through his body, mending his wounds.

A few minutes later, the Wind Knight’s injuries had visibly healed. Regaining his strength, he immediately stood up and saluted. “Honored Saint Magus, thank you for your assistance. As the captain of the Seventh Regiment, Third Detachment, of the Dark Blue Line, I offer you my deepest gratitude!”

“No need for thanks,” Rhett said, shaking his head. “Which direction is the Dark Blue Line’s camp?”

“Two thousand kilometers southwest. You’ll find the camp there,” the Wind Knight replied respectfully. “I haven’t had the honor of your name yet. Which kingdom do you hail from?”

“Rhett Green, of the Kingdom of Ginlund. Now, tell me about the situation on the Dark Blue Line.”

“Of course. The ordinary orcs on the Dark Blue Line are primarily Nightcats, as the terrain here is steep, mostly forested, which suits the Nightcats’ combat style. The royal orcs are mainly Shadow Tigers and Blood Moon Werewolves, for similar reasons,” the Wind Knight explained. “The orcs have an estimated force of around thirty thousand, while we have roughly forty thousand troops.”

“Hmm…” Rhett nodded thoughtfully, then looked directly at the knight. “What’s your name?”

“Rocky Flann!”

“On my way here, five hundred kilometers back, I spotted about a dozen heavily injured Nightcats recovering. You know what to do, don’t you?” Rhett paused, then added, “And in the future… choose your friends carefully.”

“Yes... yes, sir.” Rocky’s eyes flashed with a trace of hatred, followed by a somber look. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Saint Magus, my wife’s family lives in the Kingdom of Ginlund. Once this war is over, I plan to join her. If you’d allow it, I’d be honored to serve as one of your knights.”

Rhett chuckled and shook his head. “When the orcs are gone, perhaps we’ll meet again.”

With that, Rhett wasted no more time. Once Taylors had finished dispatching the orcs, they took to the skies again, vanishing into the horizon.

Rocky stood on the ground, watching them disappear into the distance. He sighed deeply. After the knights had cleared the battlefield, they gathered around him, offering comfort.

“Captain, Dallos got what he deserved. He betrayed us for the orcs. Don’t mourn him…”

“Yeah, we’re here with you, ready to fight by your side!”

The forest was thick with the scent of blood. Rocky looked at the hundreds of knights surrounding him, feeling a sense of comfort. His gaze swept slowly from right to left, his expression unchanged. But when his eyes fell on a particular group in the center, his face suddenly darkened.

The air grew cold, as if the temperature had dropped to freezing. Everyone sensed the shift and turned their eyes toward where Rocky was staring—at the three squads previously led by the deputy captain.

The members of these squads, sensing the hostility, grew nervous. Was the captain planning to hold them accountable for the deputy’s betrayal?

“Two hours ago, who was scouting in that direction?”

Rocky’s gaze bore into the three squad leaders, pointing toward the northeast, where Rhett had said the injured Nightcats were hiding.

At this question, two of the squads quickly denied involvement, stepping back and waving their hands defensively. “Captain Rocky, it wasn’t us. We were scouting in the opposite direction, and everyone here can vouch for that.”

After verifying their claims with the others, Rocky dismissed them with a wave. His attention then shifted to the remaining squad, most of whom seemed confused, except for their leader, who stood trembling, his sword and shield shaking in his grip. His entire body was tense, as if under immense pressure.

Unable to withstand Rocky’s gaze any longer, the squad leader finally broke. His sword and shield clattered to the ground as he fell to his knees, his voice cracking with despair, “Captain, I was wrong! I betrayed the kingdom and everyone here! Dallos convinced me to cover up the orcs’ movements!”

As his confession echoed through the ranks, the other knights turned on him, their eyes filled with disbelief, anger, and even some who reached for their swords, ready to strike down the traitor.

“Kamon, how could you do this?”

“You’re despicable! How can you live with yourself after betraying the comrades who died fighting these orcs?”

Amid the chorus of angry shouts, Kamon buried his face in the dirt, but not a single person showed him any mercy for his actions.

Rocky drew his sword, raising it high above his head. The dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves glinted off the blade as he spoke in a low, steady voice, “Kamon, I hadn’t suspected you until that Saint Magus pointed it out. I might never have realized otherwise.

“I received reports earlier that there were no signs of orc activity in that direction... But for a Saint Magus to go out of his way to warn me—his real intention wasn’t about those insignificant Nightcats. It was to make sure I rooted out the traitor!”

Kamon’s head jerked up, his voice trembling with anguish. “End my life, Captain Rocky! Ever since I betrayed everyone, I’ve been consumed with guilt. I can’t take it anymore. Please, end my suffering!”

Slash! The sword arced through the air, spraying blood in its wake.

As Kamon’s body collapsed, the flames of a cleansing fire began to burn away the filth of his treachery.

Rocky turned to face the others, his voice heavy with emotion. “My comrades, we are meant to share our burdens, to face the darkness and dangers ahead together. But those who betray us push us all to the brink of destruction, and I will end their lives myself!

“Let this be a lesson to all of us.”

Two days later.

Atop a mountain peak that pierced the clouds.

The sea of clouds below undulated gently, bathed in golden light from the sun, a breathtaking sight.

Above the clouds, near the summit, three human Saints and three ferocious orc Saints faced each other across the sky.

A Saint-level Blood Moon Werewolf, surrounded by a faint blood-red aura, locked eyes with the three human Saints in front of him, letting out a sinister laugh.

“Hahaha, and where do you think you’re going? Did you really believe that flying high would keep you from our notice?”

A nearby Shadow Tiger licked its lips with a purple tongue, its eyes gleaming with cruelty. “Did you think you could sneak past us to attack our forces? How amusing. Did you really think we were that blind?”

Another Blood Moon Werewolf clenched its clawed hand, glaring at the three human Saints with disdain. “Enough talk. Let’s end them here in the Sea of Clouds! What better place for their graves?”

Faced with these taunts, the three human Saints exchanged a glance and smiled.

Seeing this, the three orc Saints felt a twinge of unease.

“What are you laughing at?” one of the Blood Moon Werewolves growled, feeling both angry and humiliated by their calm demeanor before the fight had even begun.

A middle-aged woman in a purple mage’s robe, her figure tall and proud, traced an oval shape with her wand. Standing gracefully in the sea of clouds, she sneered at the orcs. “I’m laughing at your ignorance. After a thousand years of wreaking havoc in this world, your end has finally come.”

Beside her, a young knight clad in golden armor, his stance as solid as a mountain, brandished his spear. His voice rang with authority, “There’s always a calm before the storm, and your dull minds can’t seem to grasp that.”

The Shadow Tiger Saint flexed its claws, slashing through the clouds to reveal its menacing fangs. “More nonsense! The rise of the orcs is unstoppable! Our Orc King has reached the pinnacle of power. What human can stand against him?”

“In the past, we acknowledged your natural talents, but now, our world’s chosen one has awakened. His coming will end all chaos!” The white-haired elder among the three human Saints, his aura radiating dignity, held his sword with unwavering resolve.

For a few seconds, silence fell over the scene.

The tense expressions of the three orc Saints suddenly relaxed, and they burst into mocking laughter, their voices echoing through the sea of clouds.

“The chosen one? Hahaha, is that your fantasy?”

“To come up with such a figure, you must realize how dire your situation is.”

“Humans always cling to their delusions of salvation when facing overwhelming power. But fantasies are just that—fantasies. In the harsh reality of this world, only destruction awaits!”

As the Blood Moon Werewolf spoke, its body began to radiate a thick blood-red light, its muscles swelling, and its blood-red fur standing on end like steel spikes, ready to attack. The other two orc Saints, too, entered their bloodlust and shadow forms, their faces twisting into feral snarls.

The three orcs exchanged glances and then lunged forward like shooting stars. But in the next instant, under the golden sunlight, the sky above the sea of clouds filled with yellow sand, expanding rapidly and enveloping the entire area.

The sudden change in the battlefield stunned the three orc Saints. They had fought these human Saints for decades, knew their abilities inside and out, and were confident that none of them could wield earth element magic, let alone on this scale.

Yet now, a vast earth element field had formed out of nowhere, indicating that they had been ambushed by an earth element Saint Mage!

The three orcs, confident in their speed, tried to escape the sandy domain, but to their horror, they found themselves firmly rooted in place, unable to move.

It felt as if an overwhelming force had locked down the space around them, and every grain of sand seemed to form part of a massive cage, the interwoven forces like countless vines binding them in place.

“No… impossible! This is earth-elemental mysticism—Gravity Space! When did the Gray Ruins Kingdom produce a Saint Mage of this caliber?”

The Blood Moon Werewolf roared in shock and anger, his body surging with blood energy like a tidal wave, his muscles and fur rippling as he tried to break free. But the force holding him was too powerful, and he couldn’t budge.

“Does it really matter which kingdom? All you need to know is that eliminating your kind is the will of all humanity.”

A calm voice drifted up from below the sea of clouds, heavy and cold. All eyes turned toward the source, and from the swirling sands, a middle-aged man slowly emerged, his expression icy as he stared down the three orcs.

“Your human race is doomed! Surrender is your only option!” The Blood Moon Werewolf snarled, his bloodlust affecting his rationality, making it hard to remain calm.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Moon Werewolf realized in horror that the earth elements binding him were transmitting an even more destructive force. Despite pushing his abilities to the limit, he couldn’t resist.

“Disintegration Mysticism… how can you wield… Ahh!”

In less than a second, the Blood Moon Werewolf Saint vanished into thin air.

But his final scream left the sea of clouds in a deathly silence.

The three Saints from the Gray Ruins Kingdom, despite having met Rhett yesterday and discussed their plan, were still shaken to their core when they witnessed the legendary Disintegration Mysticism for a second time.

The two remaining orcs stared at Rhett, their eyes filled with disbelief. When had the human Saints gained someone of this caliber? Why had they never heard of him before?

With such power, even their Orc King might struggle to come out on top—indeed, he might even fall to the fabled power of Disintegration.

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At that moment, the three remaining orcs suddenly recalled the mention of the "World's Chosen" by the three human Saints earlier. A terrifying thought dawned on them—could this person before them be the one they spoke of?

One of the Blood Moon Werewolves struggled desperately, roaring with rage. A bulge formed in its throat as it entered a bloodlust state, which amplified its strength to the highest level among all orcs. After all, when this state ended, it would suffer a backlash, draining its vitality. Fueled by this frenzied energy, it finally mustered enough power to break free from the surrounding world of flowing sand. In an instant, it tore through the air like a bloody shadow, closing the distance to Rhett. With a cold voice, it aimed a half-meter-long blood-red claw directly at Rhett's heart.

"World's Chosen? What a ridiculous title..."

The claw pierced through Rhett's heart without resistance, causing the Shadow Tiger, still bound by the sand, to flash with a glimmer of hope. Could it be true? Had this terrifying figure been slain by its comrade?

"Well done!" the Shadow Tiger couldn't help but cheer, casting a glance at the three human Saints, ready to mock them. But when it saw their calm smiles, unperturbed, it felt a sudden unease creep in.

"Hmm?"

The Blood Moon Werewolf, instead of basking in its victory, was struck by an odd sensation. Looking down, it saw that Rhett's chest had turned into yellow sand, with its claw buried inside, unable to pull it out. The disintegration force spread quickly, destroying its entire arm.

In the next moment, the twisting light of the flowing sand world intensified, and the high-pitched buzzing of the resonant force spread rapidly. In the eyes of the two remaining orcs, their bodies began to disintegrate like snow under the blazing sun, melting into a puddle of indistinct blood and flesh that fell from the sky...

The entire battle was swift and decisive, lacking any element of suspense or excitement. After dealing with the orcs, Rhett flew toward the three human Saints.

At this moment, the three Saints still wore expressions of awe. As Rhett approached, they respectfully moved to greet him, bowing their heads. The elder holding the sword couldn't help but exclaim:

"Rhett, I never imagined your combat strength would be even more terrifying than what you demonstrated to us yesterday. Near-complete mastery of the Disintegration Mysticism, and even Gravity Space? My God, even if you don’t claim to be the World's Chosen, any Saint would be convinced otherwise."

The other two nodded in agreement, their faces full of admiration with no trace of any other sentiment. The middle-aged woman in the purple mage's robe, her eyes gleaming with interest, gave Rhett a charming smile as she lightly bit her red lips:

"Indeed... No one in history has ever comprehended all the mysticisms of a single element. Yet, you've not only accomplished that but have even surpassed the greatest figure in history—Timos. It's truly astounding."

Beside her, the young Saint, previously the most arrogant in the Gray Ruins Kingdom due to being its youngest Saint, now felt no pride in front of Rhett. Despite living for hundreds of years and having a justifiable reason for arrogance with others, in front of Rhett, he felt nothing but humility as he said:

"Yes, Rhett, you've proven yourself to be the greatest of our time. I recall Timos, the Saint Magus, once mentioned in his notes that he vaguely sensed a call from beyond this world. Is it true? Rhett, do you have a similar experience? Can you enlighten us?"

The elder and the woman beside him both perked up, their eyes full of curiosity. As Saints, their perspectives were far above ordinary people, giving them a broader understanding of the world, but also leading to more questions. They knew there were too many unsolved mysteries in the world.

Rhett glanced at the three, thought for a moment, and said:

"It's true. Just as Saint Magus Timos recorded, there is a unique call from beyond this world, but the sensation is incredibly faint, appearing sporadically. Moreover, the aura it carries seems cold and lifeless. However, given how vague this perception is, it's difficult to determine what kind of world it truly is."

"Cold and lifeless? Timos didn't describe it that way... Your discovery will be written into history! Rhett, you have indeed become the strongest in history!" The elder gave Rhett a thumbs-up, offering sincere praise.

"Just lucky," Rhett said modestly with a smile. Then, his expression grew serious as he looked at the three and said, "Now that I've fulfilled the task of eliminating these three Saint-level orcs as requested yesterday and assisted in clearing various battlefields, it’s time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain."

"Naturally!" the elder laughed heartily. "How can we assist you?"

"It's simple. We recently won a major victory at the Coldstream Line, decimating the orcs," Rhett explained. "In my opinion, the orcs won't take this lying down. For the past few decades, the frequency of appearances by the Polar Bear Clan has remained low, likely because their elite forces have been receiving the blessing of the Bear Spirit. Given the high losses among other royal orcs, internal strife is inevitable. The Polar Bears can no longer stay in the rear! Therefore, it's highly probable that the Polar Bear Clan will be the first to deploy in large numbers, and their first stop will likely be to reinforce the Coldstream Line."

"You want us to ambush the orc reinforcements at the Coldstream Line?" The young Holy Knight bit his lip, deep in thought.

"Exactly. While we've wiped out the orcs at the Dark Blue Line, it'll take a few days for the orcs to receive the news. However, they are already aware of the situation at the Coldstream Line, and their reinforcements are already on the way. We can take advantage of this time gap and concentrate our forces to swiftly annihilate the first wave of orc reinforcements," Rhett elaborated on his plan.

"This plan seems feasible," the elder mused, nodding in agreement. After discussing it briefly with the other two, he looked at Rhett and said energetically, "Time is of the essence. Let's head out immediately."

"Just the three of you will be enough. Ankuss will be there to assist you. I need to make a trip to the Rem Kingdom," Rhett said.

"To the Rem Kingdom? What for?" the middle-aged woman asked reflexively, then suddenly seemed to realize something, her mouth slightly agape in surprise. "You mean… you intend to wipe out the orcs in the Rem Kingdom too? That’s quite an aggressive move! Isn’t that progressing too quickly? It might provoke a full-scale retaliation from the orcs. We’re not fully prepared yet, and the other kingdoms haven’t fully aligned their intentions. Shouldn’t we focus on weakening their forces further and then coordinate a detailed battle plan with the other kingdoms?"

The young Holy Knight also thought Rhett's move was too hasty, advising, "I think we should first discuss the plan with the two kings of the Ice Kingdom. Their nation is quite far from ours, and the orcs would struggle to wage a two-front war, leaving them vulnerable. If we strike first and help defeat the orcs there, the orcs would fall into disarray, and that would be our chance!"

"You both make good points," Rhett said, raising an eyebrow slightly and tilting his head. "But... I have a better plan—one that will make the orcs disappear from our world in a very short time."

"Make the orcs disappear?" The young Holy Knight felt as though his heart had been struck by a hammer, causing him to lean back slightly, his voice lowering unconsciously. "Is it really that easy to deal with the Orc King...?"

"Ahem, Rhett, could you share more with us? After all, we’re allies on the same front," the elder tried to remain calm. If anyone else had said such a thing, he would have dismissed it as a joke, maybe even mocked it. But coming from the strongest being in the world, it carried a very different weight.

Rhett shook his head with a mysterious smile. "No need to say more. You’ll find out soon enough."

With that, Rhett’s body was enveloped in a layer of ochre-colored elemental particles, and he descended through the clouds, quickly vanishing from sight.

The three Saints were left floating in the sunlight, exchanging puzzled glances, each with a trace of helplessness in their eyes.

"Let's trust him. With his current strength, even the Orc King might not be able to deal with him. The orcs must be in a panic."

"Indeed. Let's focus on weakening the orcs' forces, preventing the rise of another Orc King."

"Good point. Speed is of the essence. We should head to the Coldstream Line immediately. If it really is the elite of the Polar Bear Clan, the usual defenses might not hold."

Having reached a consensus, the three Saints steeled their resolve. Encased in battle aura and elemental power, they sped toward the Kingdom of Ginlund.

Meanwhile, Rhett soared through the clouds, quickly leaving the Gray Ruins Kingdom behind.

This time, after taking Taylors through the various defensive lines of the Gray Ruins Kingdom and annihilating all the orcs, Rhett's Destiny Points had surged by tens of thousands. Finally, through simulation, he managed to achieve complete mastery of the Disintegration Mysticism. Additionally, after much effort, he even comprehended Gravity Space.

This mysticism unlocked the final formidable power of earth elements, similar to gravity and repulsion, but much more complex. It was akin to an enhanced version of the Earthquake Spell. Wherever earth elements pervaded, there was a gravity space with incredibly strong restrictive power. This meant that even though Rhett wasn't particularly fast, he excelled in control, making him equally formidable in battle.

Once he sealed an opponent within the gravity space, followed by the application of Disintegration and Resonance Mysticism, as long as the opponent couldn't quickly break free, they would be at Rhett's mercy.

As Rhett flew, he pondered:

"Now that my combat power has reached its peak, the orcs should no longer pose a significant threat. The real problem is the Blood God Patriarch. I wonder if I’ll be able to defeat him in our next encounter…"

"In the near future, once the Orc King learns that the battle lines in Ginlund, Gray Ruins, and Rem Kingdoms have all been decimated by me, he will undoubtedly be furious. He won’t give me another chance to eliminate their reinforcements, and if he discovers my identity as the World's Chosen, he’ll likely rally all his forces to attack Ginlund, forcing me to return...

"So now, there's only one key issue left—the Blood God Patriarch!"

With this thought, Rhett squinted slightly. He wasn’t sure if he could defeat the Blood God Patriarch with his current strength.

This was not something to take lightly. After some consideration, to ensure he missed nothing, Rhett decided to run another simulation to test the outcome. With a thought, he opened the system.

[Do you wish to begin a text simulation? Each simulation of one year will consume 5 Destiny Points.]

"Yes, simulate one year."

[In the year 482 of the Ginlund Calendar, on April 22nd, you arrived in the Gray Ruins Kingdom and assisted in clearing the orc armies from various battlefields, intentionally letting a few slow-witted Pigmen escape to relay the news.]

[On April 24th, an elite orc army, composed of Polar Bears, Pigmen, and Blood Moon Werewolves, reached the Coldstream Line and launched a major counterattack on the Coldstream camp. Three Saints from the Gray Ruins Kingdom appeared, helping Ankuss kill the Polar Bear Saint and lead the troops to a decisive victory.]

[On the same day, you arrived in the Rem Kingdom and assisted in clearing the orcs from various battlefields, intentionally letting a few Shadow Tigers escape to relay the news.]

[On April 27th, the Polar Bear Chief, also known as the Orc King, learned of the events at the various battle lines. Enraged, especially upon hearing about your actions, he concluded that you are the World's Chosen and began mobilizing all his forces to attack the Ginlund Kingdom!]

[On April 28th, Ankuss found you, claiming that the Coldstream Line had been attacked by a mysterious Saint-level figure. However, he and the three Saints from the Gray Ruins Kingdom managed to kill the attacker after a difficult battle. They showed you the corpse and severed head of the Blood God Patriarch, who appeared utterly dead. But you knew that the Blood God Patriarch was merely feigning death and was still lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment!]

[On April 30th, while the Orc King was dispatching his forces, you went alone to the orc capital and launched a massacre against the orc civilians.]

[On May 7th, after seven days and nights of slaughter, your hands were stained with the blood of orcs. Over a billion orcs died by your hand—you became the Orc Slayer! That day, you felt an immense surge in the speed of mysticism evolution, and the mysteries of the world became even clearer to you.]

[On May 8th, while returning to the Ginlund Kingdom, you detected an unusual, eerie scent of blood and stopped in your tracks. The battlefield was suddenly shrouded in a blood rain, and a massive blood-red mass fell from the sky. Fifty Pale Knights emerged from the mass, along with the familiar figure of the Blood God Patriarch!]

[This time, you decided to test your strength, giving the opponent no chance. You unleashed your full power—within the confines of Gravity Space, the Blood God Patriarch was unable to escape. He was quickly dissolved into nothingness by the Disintegration Mysticism. However, in a moment of desperation, the blood-red bat managed to break free from Gravity Space, transforming into a streak of blood-red light and fleeing into the sky, vanishing swiftly.]

[On May 10th, you were on your way back to the Ginlund Kingdom to face the Orc King’s army when, midway, you were unexpectedly ambushed by seventeen Saint-level orcs! Even the Blood God Patriarch, whom you had previously dissolved, reappeared, though severely weakened. He stood alongside the orcs, surrounding you.]

[After a brief exchange of words, you realized that having abandoned the idea of cooperating with you, the Blood God Patriarch had decided to join forces with the orcs to exterminate humanity, and you were their common mortal enemy!]

[On May 11th, after a day and night of fierce battle, you were overwhelmed by the combined efforts of the seventeen Saint-level orcs and the Orc King. To your horror, you saw the Blood God Patriarch’s figure suddenly disappear, merging with the blood-red bat that then launched an attack on you. In the end, the blood-red bat’s gaping maw clamped down on your throat, and you once again felt your spirit rapidly drain away. Your life force was completely sucked dry, leaving you weak and helpless. You died.]

[Text simulation complete. Would you like to continue simulating?]