Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 76 - 75: Attack On Orc Lord (2)

The orc lord’s eyes flickered with something unreadable.

And before anyone could react, before Edward could even see it happening—

A gust of air...

Then, impact.

The sound of flesh meeting something unstoppable echoed through the battlefield.

Edward’s entire body lurched backward, no, he wasn’t just thrown, he was launched.

The force of the hit was beyond anything humanly possible.

Edward’s massive frame tore through the air like a ragdoll, his body blurring as he shot backward.

He barely had time to register what was happening before—

CRASH!

His body slammed into the city’s fortified gates, the entire structure shattering upon impact.

A deafening explosion of stone and metal rang through the air as half the wall collapsed along with the ruined gate, the sheer force of his impact reducing it to rubble.

Dust filled the battlefield, a thick cloud of destruction swallowing everything in its wake.

The silence that followed was suffocating, a grim, eerie void where even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

I stared in horror.

Edward was one of the strongest among us.

One of our best.

And yet, he never even stood a chance.

The dust was still settling, thick in the air, making it hard to see.

Rubble and broken stone lay scattered where Edward had crashed through the gate.

The impact had been so forceful that even the reinforced city walls had crumbled like brittle paper.

And yet, despite the destruction, despite the silence that followed, the orc lord wasn’t done.

His massive form moved forward, slow, deliberate, unstoppable.

Each step sent a tremor through the ground, the weight of his presence pressing down like an unbearable force.

His gaze remained fixed ahead, locked on Edward’s unmoving form buried beneath the wreckage.

A predator approaching its fallen prey.

I couldn’t let that happen.

Before I even had time to think, before logic could hold me back, I moved. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Faster than light.

The world blurred around me, air splitting from the sheer force of my acceleration.

One second I was standing, the next, I was there.**

My sword flashed in a silver arc, a direct strike aimed at the orc lord’s exposed side.

A perfect angle.

A clean hit.

It should have worked.

But—

The moment my blade neared him—

THWACK.

A massive force struck me before I even realized he had moved.

His hand.

A single, lazy swipe, one that, he didn’t even look at me for, and suddenly, my body was weightless, flying.

I barely had time to register the sensation before I slammed into the hard earth, the impact rattling through my bones.

Pain exploded through my back.

My vision blurred for a split second, my mind struggling to process what had happened.

He hadn’t even acknowledged me.

Like I was an insect buzzing too close to his face.

Something unworthy of his attention.

I coughed, rolling onto my side.

No.

I wasn’t done.

I wouldn’t be ignored.

With a sharp inhale, I forced myself up, my feet digging into the cracked ground.

My fingers tightened around my sword’s hilt, the sting of pain pulsing through my arms.

And then, I dashed forward again.

Faster.

Stronger.

This time, I wouldn’t fail.

My blade gleamed under the fading moonlight as I lunged.

Every muscle in my body screamed, but I pushed forward, pouring all my strength into this one attack.

But—

CRASH!.

The world tilted violently.

I felt the impact before I could even register what had happened.

The orc lord’s hand had caught me mid-stride, not with effort, not with urgency, but with complete indifference.

And then, he slammed me into the ground.

Pain shot through every fiber of my being.

My ribs rattled, my lungs fought for air, but before I could react—

CRASH!.

Again.

CRASH!.

Again.

My skull pounded, my vision swam.

The entire battlefield blurred around me as I felt myself being driven into the earth three times over.

When he finally let go, I lay there, gasping, body screaming in agony.

Dust clung to my skin, my sword having slipped from my grip somewhere along the way.

And the worst part?

He still hadn’t looked at me.

The world was spinning.

My body felt like it was on fire, every bone in my frame screaming in protest.

Blood dripped down my forehead, mixing with the dust and debris clinging to my skin.

And yet, despite it all, despite the pain, despite the overwhelming force pressing down on me, I refused to stay down.

I tried to push myself out of the shattered ground beneath me, my arms trembling under the weight of my own broken body.

My breath was ragged, every inhale sharp like knives cutting into my ribs.

But unfortunately...

I couldn’t get up.

It felt like an unknown force was holding me down.

Gravity.

Is the orc lord using gravity magic.

I struggled to look at it direction.

It was standing before Edward, looming like an executioner.

His monstrous frame towered over Edward, his presence so suffocating it made the air itself feel heavy.

His armor, impossibly thick, gleamed under the dim light, unmarred by any of the attacks we had thrown at him.

Untouched.

Unshaken.

His club rested lazily against his shoulder, as if this battle, no, this massacre, was nothing more than a mild inconvenience to him.

And then, he grinned.

It was slow, deliberate, mocking.

His jagged teeth gleamed, his expression twisted in amusement, like he was watching something pathetic struggle for survival.

Edward clenched his teeth, blood pooling in his mouth.

He forced himself up just a little more, his arms shaking violently beneath him.

With a dry, cracked throat, he spat blood to the side and glared up at him, his voice barely more than a rasp.

"Bastard..."

The orc lord tilted his head, his grin widening.

He forced out a breath.

Edward didn’t stay down.

He normally doesn’t.

What I have learned about Edward since I have known him...

If he was going down, he was going down fighting.

"You think... you’re something terrifying?" Edward let out a dry chuckle. "You’re just a filthy, overgrown pig."

The orc lord’s grin didn’t falter.

If anything, it grew, his amusement deepening as if he found Edward words adorable.

I saw Edward fingers twitch, his fists clenching even as his body barely seemed to obey him.

I knew that Edward wanted to lunge at him, to wipe that smug look off his face, but he could barely lift himself from the ground, let alone fight.

Still, Edward didn’t give him the satisfaction of silence.

"Go ahead," he rasped. "Keep grinning, you ugly bastard. I’ll carve that damn smile off your face..."

The orc lord let out a deep, rumbling chuckle.

It was a sound that made my blood run cold.

Because that grin of his, it wasn’t the grin of an angered enemy.

It was the grin of a predator who had already won even before it started.