Chapter 611: 611. Even The Orc Queen Doesn’t Do Me Any Good! I Need Someone Worthy!

He raised a single hand, and the very ground beneath Gorvasha’s feet turned into a liquid slurry of stone, swallowing her legs and throwing her off balance just as she prepared her next strike. He was playing with her, a predator effortlessly dancing around a wounded, beautiful, and terrifying lioness, waiting for the moment he could finally stop holding back and truly break her.

"Is that all you have?!" Rex taunts her. "You’re FUCKING USELESS!"

"And you fucking dare challenge me for the future of Underlayer that’s still not clear?!"

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUUTTHHH!!!"

The mockery was the final insult to Gorvasha’s pride, but the onslaught that followed was a physical nightmare. Rex had stopped playing defense.

He had decided that if she wanted to see what a god really is, then he would show her the terrifying, unbridled wrath of the Earth Sovereign.

"You want to see what real power looks like, Queenie? Then look closely," Rex growled, his eyes turning a solid, glowing amber.

Rex tapped into his skill, which was [Elemental Magic Creation], so that he could create anything without limit; especially, he got powered by the Earth Sovereign now.

He slammed both gauntlets into the ground, and the chamber didn’t just shake; it screamed. [Tectonic Guillotine]. Massive, razor-sharp slabs of obsidian erupted from the floor like the jaws of a trap, slamming shut around Gorvasha’s limbs.

CRUNCH.

The sound of her femur snapping was sickeningly loud, a wet, splintering noise that echoed through the hall. As she screamed, Rex didn’t give her a moment to breathe.

He leaped into the air, his telekinesis propelling him like a meteor. [Gravity Well]. He descended upon her, not with a punch, but by increasing the gravitational pressure in a ten-foot radius around her body to a thousand times the norm.

Gorvasha was slammed into the floor so hard that her spine arched unnaturally, her red skin bruising instantly as the pressure crushed the very air from her lungs.

"Is this the great Orc Queen who challenges me?" Rex mocked, hovering just above her, his face a mask of divine condescension. "You look more like a broken doll to me."

"And you should be thankful that your husband and brat are safe because I’m using you as punishment right now!"

He descended, raining down a barrage of [Earthen Shrapnel]. Instead of solid rocks, he used his telekinesis to shatter boulders into millions of microscopic, needle-sharp stone shards, then fired them at her like a shotgun blast.

The shards tore through her crimson skin, shredding her muscles and turning her body into a pincushion of gore. Blood sprayed in rhythmic jets, painting the stone floor in a thick, steaming coat of red.

Gorvasha tried to rise, her bone spurs scraping against the floor as she dragged her broken body upward, but Rex was relentless. He used [Sandstorm of the Abyss], turning the very floor into a swirling vortex of abrasive, high-velocity grit that acted like industrial sandpaper, stripping the skin from her arms and face in seconds.

"Look at you," Rex sneered, stepping onto her chest, his boot pressing into a fresh wound where a rib had punctured her lung. "All that SSS class hype, all that ’True Form’ bullshit, and you’re still just a bleeding, broken mess under my heel."

He leaned down, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper that carried through the entire chamber, intended for her and the trembling Demon Lord watching from above.

"And then there’s your master," Rex laughed, a cruel, jagged sound. "That pathetic, trembling bum, Mordecai."

"He sits up there in his little throne, sweating and shaking, praying to a system that’s basically just a glorified gambling machine!"

"He thinks he’s a Demon Lord? He’s a fucking child playing with fire he can’t even comprehend!"

"He pulled a ’Queen’ from his little Gacha, but all he got was a beautiful piece of meat for me to tenderize and even FUCK after this!"

He looked up toward the ceiling, his eyes piercing through the layers of rock to where he knew Mordecai was watching.

"Hey, Mordecai! "You watching, you little loser?!" Rex roared. "Your ’legendary summon’ is nothing but a punching bag!"

"Maybe if you spent less time rolling for shiny cards and more time actually being a man, you wouldn’t be so fucking useless!"

He turned back to Gorvasha, his expression turning cold and murderous. He raised his hand, and the earth began to swirl around his fist, forming a massive, rotating drill of compressed diamond and granite.

"Don’t worry, Queenie," Rex said, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he prepared to drive the drill into her broken form. "I’ll make sure you’re not dead before you have to face the embarrassment of being his ’greatest’ weapon and my ’greatest’ fucktoy!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Gorvasha could only let out a choked, bloody sob, her vision blurring as the sheer weight of Rex’s mockery and his overwhelming, gore-soaked violence began to snuff out the light in her eyes. She was a goddess of war, but she was fighting the very world itself, and the world was winning.

Rex didn’t want her to die—not yet. Death was too easy.

He wanted her to feel the weight of her inadequacy, to truly understand the gap between a summon and a Sovereign.

"Let’s see how much more you can take, Queenie," Rex murmured, his voice a cold contrast to the carnage. "I’m going to end this... so that I could fight that losing streak demon queen!"

He snapped his fingers, and the telekinetic grip on Gorvasha tightened, jerking her body upward like a puppet on a string. Before she could even gasp, Rex launched into a flurry of strikes that defied the laws of motion.

BAM!

A right hook smashed into her jaw, sending a spray of blood and teeth clattering across the floor.

CRACK!

A telekinetic blast slammed into her ribs, snapping them like dry kindling.

THUD!

He drove his knee into her gut, lifting her off the ground, then followed up with a brutal elbow to the temple.

Gorvasha couldn’t even form words. Her mouth was a ruin of torn flesh and broken bone. All that came out were guttural, wet grunts of agony, "Ghh... ahh... ngggh..." as Rex continued the barrage.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

He was a blur of motion, a whirlwind of obsidian and gold. He bounced her between telekinetic walls of rock, slamming her back and forth like a pinball, each impact accompanied by the sickening sound of bone meeting stone.

"Grunting like a pig, Queenie?!" Rex laughed, his fist smashing into her cheek, sending her spinning. "Where’s that fire now?! Where’s that FUCKING pride?!"

He seized her by the throat with his telekinesis, lifting her until her toes barely touched the floor. He began to pummel her with a series of rapid-fire strikes, his fists moving so fast they became a haze.

SPLAT. CRACK. THUD.

Blood misted the air, a crimson fog that obscured the two of them as she screamed, a raw, desperate sound that tore through the chamber, a mixture of pain and sheer terror.

"AAAAHHHHHH!"

"You’re not dead yet," Rex whispered, his eyes burning with intensity. "I’m not done with you."

He released his grip, letting her plummet, but before she could even hit the ground, he began his final move. Rex planted his feet, his gauntlets grinding into the stone.

He began to draw in the surrounding environment. The jagged pillars of rock, the debris of the walls, and even the ground beneath them all began to liquefy and flow toward his right fist.

The earth groaned and shrieked, fusing in a swirling, crushing sphere of compressed matter. The sheer density of the mass created its own gravitational pull, drawing in dust and blood.

The sphere hardened, turning into a single, massive, jagged boulder of a hundred different minerals, all fused into one devastating weapon. Rex’s arm glowed with an infernal light as he loaded every ounce of his Earth Sovereign power into the strike.

"This is for being a disappointment," Rex snarled.

He swung.

The punch was a singular, explosive event. The concentrated mass of earth collided with Gorvasha’s chest with the force of a falling moon.

KABOOM!

The sound was deafening, a thunderclap that shook the entire Underlayer. Gorvasha’s body was propelled backward, a streak of red and gray, flying across the chamber at a velocity that tore through the air.

She smashed through a massive stone pillar, obliterating it instantly, and continued to fly until she slammed violently into the far wall.

The impact created a crater that spiderwebbed out for twenty feet. She hit the ground and bounced once, then slid lifelessly into the rubble, her body twisted at an unnatural angle, her eyes rolled back in her head.

She lay there, broken and bloody, her breath coming in shallow, wheezing gasps. The Queen of the Orcs was out cold, her consciousness snuffed out by the sheer brutality of the blow.

Rex stood in the center of the ruin, his fist still smoking, a look of utter boredom on his face as he slowly lowered his arm.

"Pathetic," he muttered, turning his back on her broken form. "I thought you’d at least make it interesting."

The silence that followed Rex’s final blow was heavy, thick with the scent of pulverized stone and the metallic tang of Gorvasha’s blood. The dust began to settle, revealing the broken, unmoving form of the Orc Queen slumped against the cratered wall.

But the silence didn’t last.

A low, vibrating hum began to emanate from the massive crater where the meteor had struck. It wasn’t the sound of shifting earth, but something far more primordial—a sound that felt like it was pulling the very light out of the room.

"ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"