Story: NG+
Chapter 7: The Masterpiece of Force and Strategy
The Orc Lord's condescending grunt was the last sound of its foolish arrogance. It was a calamity, a being of pure, unthinking hunger, but it was not an ultimate existence. It did not possess a will, nor did it have a true leader.
Rimuru, floating above his forces, extended a pseudopod. His aura, which had been calm and contained, flared with a controlled intensity. It wasn’t the boundless, reality-shattering power he possessed, but it was more than enough. He would give the Orc Disaster a taste of what it meant to face a true monster.
"You speak of slaughter?" Rimuru’s voice, amplified by a surge of magicules, echoed across the swamp, a sound that was both melodic and terrifying. "Then allow me to show you what a true monster's power looks like."
With a single, mental command, Ciel executed the plan. The air around Rimuru shimmered, and a vortex of dark, crackling energy began to gather. This was not a flashy spell, but a precisely calculated, highly compressed burst of magic.
"Execute: Black Lightning."
A single bolt of obsidian lightning shot from Rimuru’s hand. It was not aimed at the Orc Lord, but at a specific point on the ground, a nexus of corrupted magic where the Orcs' collective hunger was at its most concentrated. The lightning struck with the force of a divine judgment, a deafening thunderclap that ripped a fissure in the earth and sent a shockwave of pure energy through the entire Orc army.
The effect was instantaneous and devastating. The Orcs on the front lines, their bodies fused together by the Orc Lord's unique skill, disintegrated in a flash of corrupted light. The shockwave disrupted their collective consciousness, shattering their unified will and throwing the entire army into a state of panic and disarray.
This was the opening.
From the shadows, Souei watched the event unfold. His mission had been to observe, to understand the Orcs' terrifying power, and he had seen enough to know their numbers were overwhelming. He had seen their unified hunger, their relentless advance. Yet, in a single, effortless strike, Rimuru-sama had shattered that strength. Souei's body, for the first time since he became a warrior," trembled—not from fear, but from a newfound awe. The raw power on display was an order of magnitude beyond what he, or any of his kin, had conceived of. He had spied on an army, but his master had just effortlessly dismantled a disaster.
Benimaru and Shion, their swords already drawn for battle, stood frozen for a moment. They had known Rimuru was powerful, but this was a different kind of power. It wasn't just strength; it was an absolute, god-like control over the battlefield. Their earlier resentment and pride were now replaced by a loyalty so profound it was akin to faith. This was not just a leader; this was a king worthy of their ultimate devotion.
In the Lizardmen’s settlement, the chieftain, who had braced himself for annihilation, could only stare in speechless horror and awe. The roar of the Orc Lord was silenced, replaced by a thunder that shook the ground. He watched as the unstoppable horde of death began to tear itself apart, a direct result of the small, unassuming slime's single strike. He had doubted this being, had allowed his foolish son's pride to endanger his entire race, and now... a miracle had arrived, a terrifying yet beautiful force of order emerging from the chaos.
"Now!" Rimuru's mental command was a battle cry.
The ogres, led by a fiery, determined Benimaru, charged forward. They were not fighting a cohesive army, but a stunned, confused mass. Benimaru, his sword wreathed in flames, became a whirlwind of destructive power, his strikes precise and deadly. Shion, her massive odachi in hand, followed closely behind, her raw, monstrous strength tearing through the Orcs' ranks. Souei, a blur of motion, used his shadows to infiltrate the enemy lines, striking at their weak points with silent efficiency.
The hobgoblins, now fighting with the courage of their new leader, moved with a newfound confidence. They were no longer just a defensive force; they were an attacking one. Gobta, riding at the head of a pack of Tempest Star Wolves, became a force of nature, his agility allowing him to dart through the chaotic fray with ease, his wolves' powerful jaws snapping at the Orcs' throats.
The battle was not an endurance contest; it was a massacre. The Orc Disaster's greatest strength, its numbers, had been turned into its greatest weakness. With its collective will shattered and its body dismembered, the Orc Lord could do nothing but roar in impotent rage as its army was systematically dismantled.
Rimuru, watching the carnage, a faint smile on his face. The plan was working perfectly. This wasn't just a battle of strength, or a battle of wits. It was a battle of true leadership, a demonstration of what a unified, disciplined, and powerful nation of monsters could achieve when led by a true architect. The Great Forest of Jura was witnessing the birth of its new king.
The Orc Lord's condescending grunt was the last sound of its foolish arrogance. It was a calamity, a being of pure, unthinking hunger, but it was not an ultimate existence. It did not possess a will, nor did it have a true leader.
Rimuru, floating above his forces, extended a pseudopod. His aura, which had been calm and contained, flared with a controlled intensity. It wasn’t the boundless, reality-shattering power he possessed, but it was more than enough. He would give the Orc Disaster a taste of what it meant to face a true monster.
"You speak of slaughter?" Rimuru’s voice, amplified by a surge of magicules, echoed across the swamp, a sound that was both melodic and terrifying. "Then allow me to show you what a true monster's power looks like."
With a single, mental command, Ciel executed the plan. The air around Rimuru shimmered, and a vortex of dark, crackling energy began to gather. This was not a flashy spell, but a precisely calculated, highly compressed burst of magic.
"Execute: Black Lightning."
A single bolt of obsidian lightning shot from Rimuru’s hand. It was not aimed at the Orc Lord, but at a specific point on the ground, a nexus of corrupted magic where the Orcs' collective hunger was at its most concentrated. The lightning struck with the force of a divine judgment, a deafening thunderclap that ripped a fissure in the earth and sent a shockwave of pure energy through the entire Orc army.
The effect was instantaneous and devastating. The Orcs on the front lines, their bodies fused together by the Orc Lord's unique skill, disintegrated in a flash of corrupted light. The shockwave disrupted their collective consciousness, shattering their unified will and throwing the entire army into a state of panic and disarray.
This was the opening.
From the shadows, Souei watched the event unfold. His mission had been to observe, to understand the Orcs' terrifying power, and he had seen enough to know their numbers were overwhelming. He had seen their unified hunger, their relentless advance. Yet, in a single, effortless strike, Rimuru-sama had shattered that strength. Souei's body, for the first time since he became a warrior," trembled—not from fear, but from a newfound awe. The raw power on display was an order of magnitude beyond what he, or any of his kin, had conceived of. He had spied on an army, but his master had just effortlessly dismantled a disaster.
Benimaru and Shion, their swords already drawn for battle, stood frozen for a moment. They had known Rimuru was powerful, but this was a different kind of power. It wasn't just strength; it was an absolute, god-like control over the battlefield. Their earlier resentment and pride were now replaced by a loyalty so profound it was akin to faith. This was not just a leader; this was a king worthy of their ultimate devotion.
In the Lizardmen’s settlement, the chieftain, who had braced himself for annihilation, could only stare in speechless horror and awe. The roar of the Orc Lord was silenced, replaced by a thunder that shook the ground. He watched as the unstoppable horde of death began to tear itself apart, a direct result of the small, unassuming slime's single strike. He had doubted this being, had allowed his foolish son's pride to endanger his entire race, and now... a miracle had arrived, a terrifying yet beautiful force of order emerging from the chaos.
"Now!" Rimuru's mental command was a battle cry.
The ogres, led by a fiery, determined Benimaru, charged forward. They were not fighting a cohesive army, but a stunned, confused mass. Benimaru, his sword wreathed in flames, became a whirlwind of destructive power, his strikes precise and deadly. Shion, her massive odachi in hand, followed closely behind, her raw, monstrous strength tearing through the Orcs' ranks. Souei, a blur of motion, used his shadows to infiltrate the enemy lines, striking at their weak points with silent efficiency.
The hobgoblins, now fighting with the courage of their new leader, moved with a newfound confidence. They were no longer just a defensive force; they were an attacking one. Gobta, riding at the head of a pack of Tempest Star Wolves, became a force of nature, his agility allowing him to dart through the chaotic fray with ease, his wolves' powerful jaws snapping at the Orcs' throats.
The battle was not an endurance contest; it was a massacre. The Orc Disaster's greatest strength, its numbers, had been turned into its greatest weakness. With its collective will shattered and its body dismembered, the Orc Lord could do nothing but roar in impotent rage as its army was systematically dismantled.
Rimuru, watching the carnage, a faint smile on his face. The plan was working perfectly. This wasn't just a battle of strength, or a battle of wits. It was a battle of true leadership, a demonstration of what a unified, disciplined, and powerful nation of monsters could achieve when led by a true architect. The Great Forest of Jura was witnessing the birth of its new king.
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