Legacy Of Fire: Chronicles Of The F-ranked Anomaly-Chapter 117: Final Clash Part 6: Time to round up

The two Orcs that had approached the warriors were powerful beings that served as the Monarchs of the Orcs.

’Saltor And Imor’

Both were equally powerful and a scary force to even think of facing, but the warriors and Pryion were pushing them back.

Theo, almost out of breath, kept landing strike after strike. His speed made him something that even the Orcs couldn’t keep an eye on.

He paused, looking at the beasts, knowing that they weren’t going to be letting down anytime soon.

He turned to look at Pryion, and he could see that only the Knight’s attacks seemed to be making more impact.

"What if?" He turned to Michael and Raya, not going to let them do any other thing until he was sure what he was going to do.

"Michael, Raya, stand back!" Theo ordered, he was trying to see if what he had in mind would work.

Michael and Raya paused their attacks, they turned to Theo.

"What the heck?" Michael wasn’t in any way happy about what Theo just did, cutting him out of the fight.

"We can take them down, we are already weakening them."

"We aren’t," Theo was looking at the Orcs, and he could see something that made him believe that there was something they weren’t even putting an eye on.

"Pryion, use a powerful attack on them, one that can erase anything!" Theo turned to the knight, who seemed to be waltzing around as he delivered blows to the Orcs.

Pryion stepped back, he turned to Theo, and for some reason, he trusted the warrior’s intuition.

"Very well!" Pryion held Isakador to his face, as he let out a calm breath, his eyes closed as the surroundings began getting hotter than before.

"Fall from the Heavens, Oh ye Pillar of Judgement... Engulf them in Chaotic Flame!" Pryion plunged Isakador into the ground.

Suddenly from a large pillar of flames fell from the sky.

Pushing the two beings down to the ground, the heat coming from the flames burned anything that was close to them by even a foot.

Theo and the other two warriors were looking at the Orcs, and they could see the level of power Pryion had.

And it was clear that they were in his way.

"Woah, that’s some firepower." Michael was looking at the flames, it didn’t look like something he would even be able to handle on a normal scale.

"You knew he was stronger than us," Raya spoke softly. She turned to Theo, and she could see that he was still looking at the Knight’s flames. "Is that why you told us to stand back?"

Theo shook his head, pointing at the Orcs.

"Those things aren’t dying from that attack!" He had observed it when they were fighting the Orcs, but then he didn’t know what he was going to call it.

The flames cleared off, the Orcs were alive but badly burnt.

"Typical humans, you think that a move like that would be able to kill us?" Saltor spoke up, looking at them as his body began regenerating.

"We are the Orc Kings, powerful beings that are close to immortality, and you are nothing but humans and a rusty old knight who doesn’t know his place." Imor mocked as they stood up, looking at them.

Pryion didn’t move from where he stood; he was looking at the Orcs, and he had detected what was making them so strong.

"Even if you have an external power backing you up from behind... What made you think that I won’t see it?"

Pryion was looking at another Orc, far away in what seemed like a shrine.

"How did you?" Saltor grunted, turning to see that Pryion seemed to be preparing to go for the shrine. Not wasting any time, Saltor swung his axe, almost connecting with Pryion.

The knight evaded the attack, he pierced his fist into the Orc’s side.

"Burn!" Pryion yelled as his fist erupted into flames, burning Saltor from the inside.

The Orc shrieked out of pain, falling to the floor. Imor didn’t waste time trying to strike Pryion when, out of nowhere, a kick landed on his face.

The warriors looked up to see Darius, his long white hair and the devilish smile on his face.

"Darius!" The three said as they saw our white haired warrior land the devastating blow on Imor.

Darius landed close to Pryion, he turned to look at the knight.

"You saved me back then, didn’t you?" He asked his knight, the smile on his face not changing.

"I did what I had to do to ensure that my Liege would be fine," Pryion replied, as he turned to bow his head to Darius.

"I am delighted to see that you are okay, Lord Darius."

Darius patted Pryion on the shoulder as he turned to look in the direction of the shrine.

"So someone is hiding..." A villainous smirk appeared on Darius’s face.

Darius took a deep breath as his mana slowly began leaking, his eyes fixed on the shrine.

[Dragon’s Bullet Charging....]

Darius closed his eyes as the crimson aura coated where he stood.

Pryion took four steps back, using his body as a shield to protect the warriors.

"Whatever you do, don’t go close to him now." The knight warned, he could feel what was going to happen.

Theo was looking at Darius, and he could clearly see that his friend and reached another level of strength.

’Such an outstanding man...’ He smiled as he looked at Darius. ’I knew I made the right choice.’

Darius opened his eyes; the left was giving off a bright jade glow, while his right was giving off a crimson glow.

He growled as he opened his mouth, warping energy close to him.

[Dragon’s Bullet Activated!]

Darius fired the bullet, and the wave and heat coming from the bullet were enough to erase anything in its path.

The trees in its way were disintegrated, and the bullet reached the shrine when the Orc inside saw it coming.

He stepped out with his staff, holding it.

"This attack can’t hurt me!" He declared as he conjured a barrier.

"I am Uri, great shaman of the Orcs, and something this feeble can’t hurt me!"

Once the bullet hit the barrier, Uri’s staff snapped into two, dispersing the barrier.

"What is this power?" Uri was looking at what seemed to be his doom.

"It feels so ferocious yet so peaceful, what is this?"

Not having enough time to even think, Uri stood there and was eradicated...

Darius smiled when he saw the Orc was taken down. He slowly turned to Saltor and Imor, his smirk still on.

"Now!" He said as he picked up Ve’xa, slowly walking to them.

The Orcs looked up, and the only thing they could see was a predator staring down at them.

"Which of these ugly beings are we killing first?"