Chapitre 182: The ruins of the Orcs
When Tamazuki left for the battlefield, everyone quickly chased after him. Even though they knew he was strong, it didn't mean they wouldn't feel worried as his opponents were 200,000 orcs and the Orc Lord.
Treyni also informed them that there were also 2,500 Orc Generals.
This situation was dangerous, yet when they were about to get close, they were hit by an incredible aura. Their legs were weakened, and their bodies shivered from fear. It was sharp. It was like their bodies were cut.
They knew the moment they moved closer, they would be cut down, yet Shion and Hakurou stepped forward as they could feel the aura of their master.
Similarly, Shizu and Rimuru did the same.
The rest also looked at each other and followed as they gritted their teeth, trying to endure the fear in their hearts.
Yet the moment they entered the battle, they couldn't believe their eyes. Their eyes widened, and they were hit by a sense of surreality.
This is impossible!
They thought, yet this was the reality.
The 200,000 orcs could do nothing in front of his blade.
In front of his blade, everything was cut down.
There was no exception.
His blade was the punishment.
He was the Asura who devoured all the beings for his purpose.
---
"Shizu-san, what is he planning to do? You must know, right?"
Rimuru was at a loss at the number of corpses that had fallen on the marshes. Frankly, he had never seen Tamazuki fighting, and Tamazuki had either done the research, cooked, blacksmith, concocted a potion, or any other things that didn't relate to fighting.
Yet, this changed his thinking of him.
The nephew that he had thought was useless without him was so cruel on this battlefield.
While the orcs were enemies and also monsters, the number of orcs that had been killed by him had reached 5,000!
This number also kept increasing.
Rimuru thought of Tamazuki's experiment, but what did Tamazuki plan to do by killing all of those orcs?
By now, the ferocity of the orcs had long disappeared.
All that was left was just terror.
When one watches this scene, no one would think of the orcs as the villains as they were kowtowed, begging as they were crying.
Yet, even if Tamazuki was cruel, no one would think of him as a demon.
Tamazuki was unstoppable, with no mercy, and, more importantly, so divine.
When one saw him, one would only think of him as a disaster like a volcano eruption, tornado, or tsunami.
Facing such an unstoppable might, no matter what their numbers, the orcs could only beg for mercy.
Yet, like facing a disaster, their begging was meaningless. Their prayers were worthless. All they could do was pay with their lives.
"Please stop!"
"Please forgive us!"
"We're just hungry!"
Their cries stopped as their heads rolled on the ground, causing the ground to turn red because of the blood.
Shizu stared at Tamazuki with some guilt and sadness. "...he plans to become a Demon Lord."
"De-Demon Lord?!"
Rimuru was dumbfounded, and the rest was also the same.
"Demon Lord? Tamazuki-sama is planning to become a Demon Lord?!"
Demon Lord.
This was the symbol of terror.
Everyone who heard this name would either hide or run as far as possible.
Yet, Tamazuki decided to become one.
However, when they saw his figure on the battlefield, they really thought that he could become one.
"Those orcs are going to be his... sacrifice."
Yes, they were his sacrifices.
His sacrifice to evolve into the True Demon Lord.
Wow!
Rimuru was dumbfounded since he had never expected such a thing. 'Becoming a True Demon Lord?' He wasn't sure what that meant, but for one thing, he knew that Tamazuki would become more powerful.
While it was good, he wondered why Tamazuki had to push himself so hard.
Becoming powerful...
Even now, Rimuru felt that his power was enough and there was no need for him to become stronger, yet did Tamazuki see something different?
Was there something that made him change?
Or was it his experience in his previous life?
Their relationship was close, but it didn't mean that they knew everything.
While Rimuru's life was rather simple, what about Tamazuki's?
It was said that a skill was born from the wish of one when they came to this world, so what Tamazuki's skill meant to?
Rimuru didn't know anything, yet he also knew that this was an experiment as usual, one needed a human life to become the True Demon Lord, but if this method was possible, Tamazuki would become a True Demon Lord and evolve.
[Great Sage] had said so.
Rimuru didn't have a doubt, but if this method was successful, then should he?
Should he also do the same?
After all, it wouldn't hurt to become a little stronger.
Yet, when he saw the terror on every orc in this place, he decided not to do so. After all, this method wasn't something that was guaranteed; it might not be possible to become the True Demon Lord by killing the orcs. He was also a bit too lazy to do a meaningless fight, yet probably, after this battle, he thought to talk to Tamazuki.
Still, at this moment, no one thought to enter the battle as Tamazuki was enough to face all 200,000 orcs along with the Orc Lord.
Meanwhile, Tamazuki didn't think anything. His mind was only focused on killing.
Nothing else was on his mind.
Maybe, because of this, his learning ability quickly adjusted his body to kill faster.
To move faster, to move efficiently, without wasting time, and to do everything to kill all the orcs in front of him.
Did he feel sorry?
Probably before.
When he realized what he was doing was nothing but a massacre, he knew what he was doing wasn't something pleasant. It was something cruel and would make people feel fear toward him.
Yet, this feeling of fear was probably the reason why the Demon Lord was born.
Inside his body, he could feel the seed of the Demon Lord taking place in his heart.
The terrors of the orcs had become the power inside his body.
Still, watching their horror, he thought that his heart would sway, feeling sorry toward them, yet strangely enough, he didn't think so.
Was it because they were enemies?
Was it because they were also going to attack them?
If he didn't do anything, they would probably have kept killing and massacring the rest.
Right now, the orcs feel the feeling that was felt by the ogres that they killed and ate before.
Yet, at the same time, it also strengthened his feeling that only the powerful one could protect the one that they cared for.
Even the Orc Lord, that was known as a disaster could only cry and beg for mercy, watching him massacring his kind and being unable to do anything.
Yet, he wouldn't stop.
Whether it was the Orcs, High Orcs, or Orc Generals, he killed all of them.
He would keep killing.
As his blade was bathed in blood, and the earth became crimson, the orcs were crying, realizing their stupid decision to attack this forest.
As for the Orc Lord, he was waiting for a moment.
A moment when everyone appeared.
Yet, similarly to the orc, the organizer of everything, the one who made the Orc Lord, Gelmudo, who had arrived in the wetland, was dumbfounded and cried in horror.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!"
Gelmudo quickly thought to run away, yet his wings were cut down by a blade of compressed air precisely.
"ARGGGHH!! MY WINGS! IT HURTS!"
Gelmudo was crying before he realized the Orc Lord was behind him, but at the same time, he also saw the disaster that had brought ruin to his plan coming in his direction.
"?!"
Gelmdudo thought that his death was coming.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone