Legacy Of Fire: Chronicles Of The F-ranked Anomaly-Chapter 118: End of The Clash; Who is that being?

Dealing with the orcs didn’t even take much time, as expected. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Michael had bolted for the orcs and managed to shatter Imor’s skull in a minute.

Saltor looked at the golden-haired warrior and saw that nothing could save him from Darius or his teammates.

’It can’t be!’

The orc stepped back, looking at the warrior in front of him. It was already clear.

His death was inevitable...

"This can’t be!" The orc was still taking steps back, looking at the warriors.

"I am a supreme Orc. I was chosen to be one of the great monarchs, so you don’t have what it takes to kill me!"

As soon as the Orc finished talking, he felt a cold object running through his chest. Looking down, he saw a blade sticking out of his chest. He slowly looked up to see Raya standing there.

"You talk too much for a great warrior like yourself."

She had a cold, icy tone; it wasn’t something that anyone would have hoped to see.

Saltor was looking at Raya and her sword, his brain still running through a million things.

"Not here, not now!" The orc let out a roar, slowly getting up; it was looking at Raya.

"I won’t die to humans!" He raised his axe and was about to strike Raya when one of his hands was taken clean off.

Saltor, even the warriors were shocked to see his hand dropping to the floor.

"I don’t know why you’re still yapping..."

Our white-haired warrior spoke up; the tired look on his face showed that he wasn’t in the mood for any rubbish the orc was trying to put on there.

"You..." The orc moved forward a bit, trying to look at Darius.

"You’re the one who ruined it all!"

The orc was looking at our white-haired warrior; it was convinced that there was no way for it to avoid the fact that Darius was the one who was behind all the trouble it had.

"You showed up, and everything went the other way!"

"You’re a noisy one..." Darius looked at the orc, not in the mood for anything that would seem a bit out of the ordinary.

"Why don’t you cut all the yapping and please die already?" Our young warrior said as he took a step back.

"You showed up and made everything go off the rails; you killed Uri and Ignor; you are the one who I should kill!" Saltor roared in rage; his body began glowing as he stared at Darius.

"You will die here!"

Saltor was about to attack Darius. Our young warrior didn’t move; he was just looking at him, trying to see if he would see what the beast was up to.

He saw Saltor was about to strike, and he let out a sigh, looking at the beast in front of him with a detached look.

"Such a fool..."

Darius said immediately that he and Saltor were in a pitch-black dimension.

"Where is this?" Saltor turned to Darius; he was looking at our young warrior to see that his eyes were glowing bright red.

"What is all this?!" The Orc asked as he held his axe close to his chest.

Darius cracked his neck; he was looking at Saltor.

"I can sense it in you; it might be faint, but Deliri made sure that he would infect more of you with his power so he would be sure what to do next."

Our white-haired warrior pulled Ve’xa out; he was looking at the orc.

"So don’t make it hard for me, and just give yourself up now."

Saltor took a step back, trying to avoid the attacks he could feel coming, but he could see it in Darius’s eyes that something was going to happen.

"I won’t let anything take me down. I am not..."

Before the Orc could prepare an attack, he saw a blur of light, and then Darius was by his side.

"It’s not that much of a deal for you to stand still, but anyway, it’s of no use."

He said it calmly and scarily.

’Ve’xa devour.’ Darius thought as he held the blade close to the orc.

The blade let out a shriek; it was bloodcurdling. Darius swung the blade back after it had broken into seven segments.

In the blink of an eye, Ve’xa had severed Saltor’s head. Darius let out a sigh. He turned, looking at the orc’s body.

"This was never a fight any of you could win, so I wonder why you left the world in a surprised way. It was clear to you that there was no point in facing me, yet you stood there trying to act like you would have won if you were given a chance."

Darius turned and picked up the orc’s head; he was looking at it with so much rage in his eyes.

"At least now they will know that I am not here for jokes anymore."

Darius placed Ve’xa back where it was meant to be; he was about to step out of the dimension with Saltor’s head in his hand.

When he paused, not saying anything, he could feel someone’s presence close to him.

"Now, who in the world are you?"

Darius turned to see a being dressed in a strange cloak; the only thing anyone could see was his bright yellow teeth.

"So, you are the one making the gods and Dragon Kings shake in their thrones." The Being laughed as he walked close to Darius.

A strange, foul stench blew across Darius’s face. Our young warrior closed his nose, looking at the being.

"Don’t be scared; I am not here to hurt you." The Being waved his hand, tilting his head to look at Darius.

"You do look like him, but you are still eons away from even reaching the level he was at."

Darius was shocked; the realization that he was looking at a divine being made it more intense.

"Wait, who sent you?" Darius was about to pull Ve’xa when he felt something hold his hand down. He couldn’t even lift his hands to do anything; he was looking at the being.

The being let out a sigh as he walked closer to Darius. "You shouldn’t try to do something that stupid," he smiled as he looked at our young warrior.

"I came to give you some words of advice, child..."