Chapter 1993 Green Skins
On the northern coast of the Holy Roman Empire, near the shore north of Oldenburg, on a cliff, there was an abandoned lighthouse where a fierce battle was taking place.
Groups of tall, green-faced, tusky orcs with dark green skin were clashing with a group of generally plump humans. These alien beings wielded crude heavy weapons like axes, cleavers, and bone hammers.
“Open fire!” a young noble commanded. The arquebusiers surrounding the lighthouse unleashed a volley, sending a barrage of bullets towards the green aliens.
“ROAR!!!” The aliens struck by bullets let out pained screams, akin to the roars of wild beasts. The most terrifying thing was that they didn’t fall after the volley; they continued to fight, and even became fiercer after being wounded.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and their skin seemed to flicker with green flames. They roared incessantly during combat, their brute strength alone capable of disarming their opponents or dislocating their limbs even through shields.
However, they were not facing ordinary people, but a group of cultists who wielded magic. These cultists, protected by soldiers at the front with shields, continuously attacked the green aliens with evil magic.
Under the dual assault of bullets and magic, the green alien race was forced into a steady retreat. The green aliens outside soon suffered heavy casualties, with only those inside the lighthouse still resisting stubbornly.
Among these soldiers and cultists were men in vests or robes. They were agile, capable of scaling walls, and in the confined space of the lighthouse, they proved more effective than the green aliens.
“Waaagh!” In the middle floors of the lighthouse, a green alien warrior clad in ferocious iron armor launched a fierce assault on a man in black Hanfu. In his left hand, he held a large, serrated recurved sword, and in his other hand, a wolf-tooth club.
“Hah!” The man dodged the club’s strike with a turn, flicked his head, and his braided hair, tied into a bunch, whipped out like a whip, striking the green alien’s face and drawing a bloody gash on its thick skin.
Taking advantage of the green alien’s moment of pain with closed eyes, the black-clothed youth lunged to its side and unleashed a rapid series of punches at its waist, an area not covered by its armor. Each punch left a purple-black bruise.
“Aaargh!” The stinging green alien swung its cleaver in a spinning attack, but midway through its momentum, the black-clothed youth kicked its wrist, sending the cleaver flying.
Relying on its extensive combat experience, the green alien judged that the unarmed man would pick up its dropped weapon to deliver a fatal blow. Thus, it blindly swung its wolf-tooth club in the direction of the cleaver.
But contrary to the green alien’s assumption, the opponent did not grab for the weapon. Instead, he threw a punch directly at its throat.
This assassination punch was swift and urgent. The green alien, having swung its wolf-tooth club, was unable to protect its vital throat and was directly punched through.
The green alien, at least a minor leader, thought it could withstand this punch with its powerful physique and regenerative abilities. However, it found that its Adam’s apple, trachea, and spine had all shattered under this single strike.
“Cough, cough! Hah! Cough, cough…” The green alien leader clutched its throat, gasping for air, but its throat had completely shattered. It fell to the ground in unwilling defeat.
At this moment, a dull thud echoed from the stairwell. Another leader-level green alien was kicked and slammed heavily against the edge of the stairs, then its entire body fell from the lighthouse, emitting a muffled sound.
“Supervisor Liu, you’ve dealt with your opponent too?” the black-clothed youth asked, looking towards the room’s doorway.
Another young man in a coat flashed in and said, “Indeed. These green-skinned monsters are truly troublesome. They are stronger, their skin is thick and hard, and their vitality is incredibly tenacious. They are a real hassle.”
“These are Orcs. I’ve read about them in books. They are said to be fungal beings and a warrior race, naturally skilled in combat, extremely ferocious, and become even stronger in a state of rage,” the black-clothed youth explained.
“Indeed. Fighting one is exhausting. I didn’t expect an abandoned lighthouse to be occupied by Orcs, and the Master brought a group of friends who don’t look very respectable,” Supervisor Liu said, choosing his words diplomatically. The people outside clearly looked like cultists.
“The Master is still fighting the Orc leader. We should go up and help, but if Immortal Master Li makes a move, he should resolve it quickly,” the black-clothed youth remarked.
Inside the lighthouse, Orc stragglers could be seen fighting elsewhere, the battles incredibly fierce. On the topmost floor, the lighthouse’s crown had been shattered. On the remaining platform, an elderly Orc wielding a staff hung with several skulls and adorned with beast teeth was locked in a battle of suction with a black-robed figure flying in mid-air.
“ROAR!!!” The old Orc roared. Its body had mutated, with several horn-like bone spurs growing from its back, much larger than regular horns. Immense amounts of green magical energy were being drawn into its hands from its outstretched palm.
The black-robed person in the air opposite opened their six hands simultaneously, like an insect, drawing with all six at once. The suction was much stronger than the old Orc’s. Soon, even the green demonic energy was being drawn into my hands. Even the old Orc itself felt its life force draining away.
“Surrender. I’ll spare your lives. You have no hope of defeating me,” I said. Being suppressed in this kind of attrition battle, with one side growing weaker while the other grew stronger, a comeback was almost impossible.
“Orcs, never slaves!” the old Orc roared loudly. It abandoned drawing demonic energy and instead, its entire body began to emit a bright green flame, as if preparing for a desperate final stand.
“Regrettable,” I sighed, making a gesture with the hand behind my back. A black magic sword suddenly shot out, piercing the old Orc’s heart. He was a warlock, a caster who would normally require protection from warriors, yet he chose to duel me one-on-one. He was already dead.
“Ugh, cough, cough…” The old Orc looked at his pierced chest. The magic sword spun, tearing his chest apart. He fell to the ground in unwilling defeat.
Originally, I didn’t necessarily have to kill him, as we were the ones who suddenly intruded on their home. But since he refused to lead his kin away, he had to die.
The battle was gradually becoming clearer. With the help of the Qing delegation, who had some martial training, the remaining Orcs inside the lighthouse were quickly killed one by one, resulting in their complete annihilation.
I landed on top of the lighthouse, gazing out at the dark ocean in the distance. The cold weather caused the breath of those who came up to form white mist.
“Lester, are you sure this is the shipwreck site?” I asked the young noble clad in Teutonic armor, who had been commanding the arquebusiers earlier.
