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?]