My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 79: Wiping the Orcs, Sacrifice! Sacrifice!

Every Orc at this moment felt the cold shiver down their spines.

The high heat from the flames cast a gloom of their shadows, and they were terrified in their hearts.

Even their war instinct seemed to be suppressed for a moment, but still won in the end, and they charged at Eryke the Third like war-hungry monsters.

Eryke the Third only sneered in response with a shake of his head:

"It seems like you will only understand after you get it the hard way."

Black haze completely surrounded his body.

He raised his hand and extended his fingers to raise the battle axe as he lightly pushed.

The orc’s hand was sent away by a margin, its eyes wide in disbelief.

Then it looked on as Eryke the Third raised his other finger and flicked its forehead.

Bang!

The Orc was sent hurtling through the air, crash-landing into a tree and completely breaking it, and landing on another tree before its momentum finally stopped.

A strange silence ensued in the place, only for a war-hungry cry to resound right after it.

They all ran towards him, raising their battle axes.

Seeing their crazed expression, Eryke the Third frowned:

"Something is wrong with these Orcs. Even if the battle instinct is engraved in their souls and they are not afraid of dying, are they willing to die just like this?"

His nose twitched. He could smell that something is fishy from a million miles away, and he wanted to know what was wrong with it.

Thinking hard over and over in his mind, Eryke the Third couldn’t exactly come to any conclusion right now, which only deepened his frown.

"Oh, well, if I can’t do it in a simple way, then I have to brute force my way."

Taking a deep breath, Eryke the Third directly punched casually.

The first Orc that met his fist slammed into the trees and was completely knocked out cold, but the Orcs didn’t care.

Five Orcs slashed at him, and he just stood, tanking the hit. He didn’t move a step behind, nor was there even a single injury on his body!

"Is this what that Dragon felt when I faced him? Nothing but a mere worm."

He shook his head:

"I was not a mere worm, at least. I did ignite the emotion of the Dragon, hehe, but these orcs are nothing."

As Eryke the Third mused to himself, the orcs suddenly abandoned their battle axes and lunged at him, forming a pile atop his body.

Even he was briefly stunned by the crushing pressure that bound him.

"This..."

The weight mounted, and he nearly dropped to his knees.

The second orc added more strain; the third forced his muscles to tense.

The fifth... the sixth...

As the orcs continued to pile on, Eryke the Third finally collapsed to his knees.

And with the last orc, he lay flat on the ground, buried beneath a massive orc pile.

Even he couldn’t help but feel the pressure mounting above him, completely overwhelming him.

Sigh.

He raised his hand, and a black mass swiftly gathered in his palm, condensing into the shape of a spear.

Eryke the Third pointed it toward the sky, inhaling deeply as air rushed through his lungs.

"Hupp!"

Starlight glittered across his skin as he pushed with all his strength, veins bulging around his head.

The spear of black haze shot upward, piercing through every single orc stacked above him, drilling cleanly through their bodies.

Eryke the Third burst out of the pile, leaping free, his figure drenched in green blood, a gruesome sight to behold.

He glanced back at the pile of green-skinned orcs behind him, a grin spreading across his face.

"It’s time to meet your maker."

With fluid, precise movements, he ended them one by one. The orcs offered no resistance, slaughtered without effort.

It wasn’t a battle. It was a massacre, swift and one-sided, lasting only a few minutes.

But Eryke the Third didn’t look satisfied. freeweɓnøvel.com

"I always feel like something’s missing," he muttered.

He wiped the green blood from his body, scanning his surroundings.

"Is this really all the danger there is?"

Under the twin moons that hung in the night sky, the moonlight cast his bloodstained silhouette in a pale glow.

Covered in green blood, his face indiscernible, back tall and proud.

Eryke the Third went to the campfire and stared at it blankly.

"I should return."

He thought in his heart, and he quickly left the place, marking the trees one by one as he did so.

At last, Eryke the Third sighed in his heart:

"As expected."

He was back to his starting point and didn’t know where to go from here.

"I have tried everything and failed at it, horribly."

The more he spent time in this forest, the more he felt that this place was not as simple as it seemed.

"First, I had thought that these trees were demons, but this is not as simple as it seems."

He rubbed his forehead with helplessness. Eryke the Third didn’t know what he was going to do from here on out.

So he just sat by the campfire, staring at it with a blank gaze, covered in green blood.

There was nothing to do but blankly stare, which made him a little too lazy, to be honest.

He contacted his main body to try to communicate with, but they were still too far away.

His eyelids grew heavy, and he struggled to maintain consciousness.

His arms lost strength, and he just fell to the ground with a thud.

Shadows crept around the bonfire, and a shout resounded in the surroundings:

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"

"Hahaha, those weak monsters invited something unique here."

"A human, I have certainly not seen it for aeons now."

"This will be a worthy puppet to use."

The surrounding distorted and a void formed, Tentacles crept through it as they slowly encroached upon Eryke the Third, who seemed to be completely unconscious.